Sweetness

“Hello, sweetness.”

Huh? Must be the wrong number. Andy’s stomach fluttered for a second. Sweetness? Andy? No way. But the voice was sexy, throaty.

“This must be the wrong number,” Andy said, his high voice sounding even higher.

“No, it isn’t, sweetness,” came the throaty voice through the phone, a male voice. “I recognize your voice, your very sexy voice.”

Andy sat on the edge of the bed, shaking, holding his cell phone tight against his ear. He was wearing boxers, nothing else, his skinny body pale and naked.

Andy felt dizzy. How can someone call him sweetness? A man? He knew he was far from being so. He had kept to himself most of the time because he considered himself very plain, very un-sexy. Skinny, with pimples in his face, curly hair that he cut short, thick eyeglasses. How could he be sweetness?

“Ah…,” he mumbled, his stomach feeling empty, his head dizzy. “Surely, it’s the wrong number.”

“It’s Andy, isn’t it?” the voice taunted. “Andy, the sexy one?”

Even his name, Andy, sounded homely and un-sexy to him. He preferred Andrew, but everyone insisted on calling him Andy.

“Who is this?” Andy’s voice went even higher, and he hated himself. It sounded so feminine, so scared. And he was sacred. The guy knew his name, his cell phone number. The guy called him sweetness. The guy knew that he was gay although he had never had a real gay experience before. Twenty years old and he had never been laid. Pathetic.

“Oh, sweetness, you shouldn’t ask. Don’t you know? Can’t you tell who has the hots for you, my pretty?”

Oh, man. Andy was totally beside himself. He didn’t recognize the voice. Such a sexy voice would have been instantly recognizable. Andy wracked his brain. Who could this be? The guy apparently knew him. But he had no clue who it could be.

“Please, whoever you are,” Andy squealed. “Stop calling me that. I have no idea who you are, and if this goes on any longer I am going to hang up.”

“I would call again, sweetness. And again. Till forever. I can’t call you anything but sweetness. Coz you are,” the voice was getting throatier. Andy’s heart beat fast but he couldn’t bring himself to hang up. Desperately, he wanted it to go on. “Do you have any idea how attracted I am to you?”

“Listen. Please. Just tell me who you are,” Andy pleaded weakly.

“The clinic. The eye doctor. Last week.”

Andy thought back hard. He had been to his eye doctor and he had had to wait for almost half an hour in the waiting room. He went through the people waiting with him. Fuck. There was this guy. Yes.  Andy remembered the hunk. He thought the guy was the most handsome young man he had ever laid eyes on. He remembered the way he gazed at the guy when he emerged from the doctor’s office, when he walked over to the secretary and settled his bill, when he turned and looked at the beautiful hunk, straight into his eyes. Andy remembered how he couldn’t break the gaze, how the guy’s eyes had bored through him. He remembered the smile. Andy wasn’t sure but he thought he glimpsed a quick wink as the guy sauntered out of the waiting room. Andy remembered how he needed a few minutes for his heart beats to come down to normal, how his shakes slowly settled, how his knees went weak on him. The guy was a hunk.

“But…,” Andy stammered, now fully aware of the beautiful man who was calling him sweetness. “How did you… how did you know my name… get my number… how…”

“I can be sweet, too, my sweetness. The secretary had no problem supplying me with the details when I returned later, after I realized how I needed you, how strongly you attracted me. How pretty you are. How I could hold you in my arms forever. Kiss your lips. Get you naked.”

The voice was getting throatier by the second, the breathing heavier.

Andy was shaking all over. So the bitch secretary gave out his name and phone number. But the guy was making love to him over the phone. How could he have known that Andy was gay?

“But…” Andy again found it hard to speak.

“How did I know that you can be my sweetness? Huh? Andy, my pretty, the moment I looked into your beautiful eyes, I knew. The second I saw your face and the way you were looking at me, I knew that I must have you. Must hold you. Must make sweet love to you. Andy, my pretty, do you know what I am doing right now?”

“Talking to me on the phone?” Andy whispered lamely, his dick hardening.

“Ha ha ha. You’re not only sexy, my pretty. You are also funny. Oh, how I would love to touch those hot lips of yours. Andy, my baby, I am so horny for you. Can’t you get any feeling of this? Can’t you see that you want me, too? Andy, baby, is your dick hard? As hard as mine? Is it? Don’t you want to grab my hard cock, my sweetness?”

Andy didn’t know what to say. Yes. He would surely go for the guy, the hot tall, handsome guy who winked at him in the doctor’s clinic. But what could he say? Come over and fuck me?

“Sweetness? You there?” the husky voice flowed through the earpiece.

“Umhm,” Andy muttered, gulping, starting to touch himself, feeling the urge for sex throbbing from his erected cock through the fabric of his shorts.

“You know you want me, baby,” the guy coaxed. “Even more than I want you, if that can be possible. I can be there for you, my sweetness. Answer all your needs. Make you happy. Be your man.”

“What’s your name?” was all that came to Andy’s mind. His whole being was now confused and anxious, but at the same time full of interest, more than interest. The beginning of lust? From one short glance? From a couple of minutes over the phone?

“Ahhhhh, Andy, my sweet Andy,” the guy said. “My name? My sweetness wants to know my name? Just my name, Andy? Wouldn’t you want to know some more? Baby? Like how much I need to hold you? How much you need to be held by me? To feel the heat of my body? The lust of my manhood?”

“Just tell me your name,” Andy quivered. His cock ached.

“Rick.”

“Rick?”

“Rick. Does my name turn you on, my pretty? Wouldn’t you rather be turned on more with my lips touching yours? I want to see you.”

Andy’s mind was boggled. The guy, Rick, wanted to meet. He could be dangerous, couldn’t he? How could it be possible that such a hunk of a guy found Andy attractive? Andy wasn’t naïve. He could be homely and plain, he could be totally inexperienced sexually, but he wasn’t naïve.

“Isn’t the phone call satisfying?” Andy was gradually regaining his composure, now that he was able to put a face and a name to the sexy voice.

“Nothing could satisfy me, my pretty, short of having you in my arms. I could drown into you. I could give you the love that you need. Forever.”

Andy’s cock quivered in synch with his thumping heartbeats. The voice was so manly and sexy that he started to visualize the man behind it. This handsome, tall guy, this Rick, bending down and kissing him. Andy felt the dizziness come back. What could be wrong in meeting the guy? After all, there was nothing threatening about him. Rick. Andy thought that even the name now sounded sexy. He touched himself again, his dick sending out sensations that he could not ignore. He wasn’t wearing anything else.

As if he read Andy’s thoughts, Rick whispered, “What are you wearing, my pretty?”

“Sh… sh… shorts,” Andy was taken aback by the question. He immediately let go of his cock and placed his hand on the desk next to him, unable to control the shaking.

“Ahhh… shorts. What kind? Running shorts? Tennis shorts? Undershorts?” Andy thought there was a smile somewhere there. How did Rick now?

“Undershorts,” he mumbled. “You?” Andy surprised himself by asking, his free hand moving to his nipple, as if by the force of the voice coming through the phone.

“I am naked, sweetness. Totally naked. I had to be naked to talk to you. Does this turn you on, Andy? Would you like to see me naked? I would love to get naked for you, my pretty. Would you like to touch me? I am touching myself. Down there. Right where you would love to touch.”

This was getting too heavy for Andy. He felt that he had to stop this madness. As excited and turned as he was, he wasn’t ready for any phone sex.

“Listen,” Andy said. “Rick. I remember who you are, and I remember how hot looking you are as well. What  makes you attracted to me? I am in no way near as attractive and a sexy as you.”

“Oh, Andy, Andy. Don’t put yourself down. You are the hottest dude I have seen. I am not into male models or movie stars. I’m into you. You, my Andy. You, my sweetness. Whether you believe it or not, I’m totally into you, baby. I want to see you. Bad. Now. You have no idea how I need to see you. To look at you. To touch you. And hold you. To kiss you. To lie with you. My prettiness.” Rick was now breathing hard.

Andy hardly believed what the hunk was saying. How could it be true? He felt the zit on his right cheek burn and he longed to scratch at it, but he refrained. He knew that if he touched it he was going to make it worse. His eyeglasses began to steam over. His cock raged inside his boxers. The need for sex was extremely strong, but Andy was also scared.

But… What could he lose? He could meet this Rick in a public place. There would be no harm in doing so, would there? If he saw the guy, face to face, he might be able to tell if Rick was serious or if he was playing him for something sinister. Andy longed to be loved. Was this his chance?

“How about meeting for a sandwich at Lucy’s Diner? Do you know where it is?” Andy asked, his heart beating fast, pounding.

“Ten minutes, baby. Oh, how I long to see you. Ten minutes. Don’t be late. See you, my sweet, sweet, sweetness.”

Ten minutes later, Andy walked into the diner, and there was the guy. Rick. Sitting in a booth near the far end of the place. As gorgeous as ever. A smile, a mile wide on his handsome face. Rick stood up, tall and lean, and waited for Andy to stumble over, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

“My sweetness,” Rick whispered as Andy got near and started to slide into the bench facing Rick.

“Oh, no,” Rick said. “Come over here, next to me. I want you to be close to me, my pretty.”

Andy felt awkward. The whole scene felt surreal. He was being treated like Rick’s girlfriend, and he resented this in spite of all the endearments, in spite of the beauty of the guy, in spite of his own need to be loved and held and …

Andy sat next to Rick, who immediately placed his hand on Andy’s thigh under the table, invisible to everyone else, but electrifying to Andy.

Andy ordered a BLT with a soda, knowing fully-well that the drink would eventually make his zits flare like mad. Rick ordered a club sandwich and a beer.

As they waited for their sandwiches and drinks, Rick massaged the inside of Andy’s thigh, up and down, almost touching Andy’s balls, making Andy shiver all over.

“How I wish I could hold you in my arms and make you happy and warm,” Rick said in a low, throaty voice. “I can’t believe how hot you are, Andy.”

Andy was at a loss how to react. Rick’s hand sent electric shockwaves throughout his body. He ached to be held and covered with kisses. He ached to be loved. And this man was right there, so ready, so hot, so sincere. Andy tried to relax. Rick was serious about all of this, it seemed.

Slowly, tentatively, Andy placed his hand on top of Rick’s, following the movements inside his thigh. He was shaking. Staring him in the eyes, Rick held Andy’s shivering hand and moved it to his own crotch. Andy immediately felt the hardness. He almost fainted. He was touching a guy’s hard cock. An erection. In real life. Not in his head as he masturbated. But here, in public, to a real man, to a hunk of a man, who had developed such a wonderful erection for him.

With a start, he withdrew his hand as their food arrived. The next ten minutes were used for eating. Andy was not really hungry for food. Now that he had touched an erection, he was hungry for cock. The heat emanating from the sexy man sitting next to him was intoxicating. Suddenly, Andy couldn’t bear it any longer. With a sigh, he slid off the bench and sat in the opposite bench. Rick had a questioning look on his face.

“What’s the matter, pretty one?”

“R-R-Rick, this is a pub-public p-p-lace,” Andy stammered, shaking.

“Then let’s go to a p-p-private place,” Rick mimicked, a huge smile on his handsome manly face. Andy just melted and nodded, his heart racing.

Finally, Andy felt wanted. Andy needed to be wanted, and this beautiful guy wanted him.

They hurriedly finished their sandwiches and left the diner.

As soon as they were inside Rick’s apartment, Rick engulfed Andy in a hungry embrace, his arms around the boy’s waist, pulling him close, pressing on him, finding his lips.

Andy looked up into Rick’s intense eyes and saw lust, tenderness, and manliness. He felt the heat. Rick’s hardness pressed and probed his belly. He placed his own arms around Nick’s neck and waited for the sweet kiss.

Their lips met. They were both hungry, and the slopping sounds filled the foyer of Rick’s apartment. Not breaking from each other, with Rick practically lifting Andy off the floor, they moved to the living room. Rick slowly and tenderly put Andy down on the sofa, his lips and tongue still glued to Andy’s. Rick was moaning deep and Andy was totally short for breath.

Rick started to undress Andy. Slowly. Delicately. As if the boy would break. Down to his briefs, Andy slouched on the sofa, letting Rick minister to him. All the while, Rick caressed and touched and nibbled and kissed as each of Andy’s body parts was unclothed. He licked Andy’s neck, the Adam’s apple, bit on the nipples, kissed the skinny abs.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Rick kept repeating and Andy tried his best to believe him. He felt pretty. His whole body tingled and shivered.

Rick started to take off his own clothes. Andy’s eyes were mesmerized as this god’s body was revealed: the hairy chest, the trail down the defined abs, the thick man thighs, the large sexy feet, but mostly the huge bulge stretching the fabric of his under shorts. Rick was a man in all the senses of the word. He hulked over the sitting Andy, his crotch inches away. Andy touched the bulge. It felt huge. It was throbbing. He slid his hand through the fly and fisted the hard erection. It was already wet with the pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head.

Andy took Rick’s cock out. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How could he be sitting here, holding onto the most beautiful cock of the most beautiful man, stroking it, feeling its masculinity? This must be a dream. Andy closed his eyes, and knew that when he re-opened them, the apparition would fade and his hand would be fisting thin air. When he opened his eyes, the apparition was still there, the cock was still throbbing in his hand, hard, insistent. He bent and kissed the head. He was in heaven.

Rick arched his back, giving Andy his full 7-inch cut cock to love. Andy wrapped his lips around the spongy-but-hard cock head. The male aroma from the thick pubic hair reached his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, moving further down over the ridge and onto the hard shaft. Half-way, he gagged. Rick pulled him off.

“Easy, baby,” Rick said, as he sat next to Andy, who was still in his briefs, with his own cock almost drilling a hole in the fabric. “I told you that you wanted me, didn’t I?” He caressed Andy’s glistening lips, wiping off some of the spit. He then lifted Andy up and made him stand in front of him, between his outstretched legs, his cock plastered against his belly.

Rick touched and caressed Andy all over, slowly, painfully slowly, pulling down the briefs. When he took Andy’s thin cock into his mouth, Andy’s knees almost buckled and he had to hold onto Rick’s shoulders to keep from collapsing. He felt the manly shoulder muscles under his gripping fingers.

Two gulps down Rick’s throat, and Andy shot his load.

“Whoa,” Rick exclaimed, not expecting the spurts as they hit the back of his mouth. A third spurt caught him between the eyes, a fourth, a fifth, covering his face with a thick stream of off-white cum.

Licking his lips, smiling, face covered with Andy’s juice, Rick looked up. “Oh, man, that was some load. Sweet.”

Surprised, however, Rick watched tears streaming down Andy’s young face. The pimple in the middle of his cheek was flaming red. “Sorry. Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to… Oh sorry.” Andy heaved and more tears came down his cheeks onto his chin, dripping on the floor. He wished the floor would split and swallow him.

Rick stood up, hugged the crying, shivering boy, kissed the tears flowing from his eyes, and slowly turned him around. With a light push, he made Andy bend over onto the sofa. He put some spit on his cock and onto Andy’s exposed hole and pressed. Andy screamed with the penetration. He felt that he was split in half. It was so sudden, so unexpected. His virgin boy hole stretched and stretched. The pain was excruciating.

“Oh, my sweetness,” Rick mumbled as he pushed harder, invading the young, virgin ass with his hard rod, holding onto Andy’s hips, dominating him, sliding deeper, feeling the tightness, until he buried his tool inside.

Andy was whimpering. “God. It hurts. Rick, please. It hurts. Please. Rick. Rick.”

“It’s ok, baby. I’m in. How sweet. Inside you, my pretty. All the way. Take the pain, the pleasure will soon come. Oh, sweetness. Yes. You are so pretty.” Rick kept saying this to make Andy relax, keeping his cock buried deep, not moving, just pressing, savoring the tightness, waiting for the moment of the real fucking.

Slowly, Andy settled, accepting the invasion. He was determined not to act juvenile. He wanted to be a man for this hot hunk behind him. His hole squeezed painfully on the hard base of the man cock, deep inside him. It was incredible. He felt Rick’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer, pressing on him. He reached back with one hand and grabbed Rick’s butt, taut, muscled, hairy, manly. He pulled it closer into him with desire. A cock was inside him. Not just any cock. A cock that he often dreamt of, never believing that it would happen for real. There he was now, bent over, holding onto the back of the sofa, giving himself up for this gorgeous male behind him, pressing on him, inside him.

Rick started to move, slowly pulling out, inch by inch, then thrusting back. Andy’s fuck tunnel stretched and it felt fantastic. Still holding onto the hips, Rick fucked, increasing his tempo, lust rising inside his balls, the friction against his cock shaft driving him wild. He bent over and bit the back of Andy’s neck as he thrust faster. He was now pounding the virgin ass. Mercilessly. Andy’s moans were mixed between pain and pleasure. Andy couldn’t tell which feeling streamed from his ass through his body.

Rick tensed, thrust deep one last time, and exploded. Andy shivered as he felt the man spurts hit his insides, filling him. He had erected when Rick was pounding him and he was stroking madly, squeezing harder on the pulsating cock that was shooting gallons of man cum into him.

Finally Rick pulled out, his cock dripping. He turned Andy around and replaced Andy’s hand with his mouth, bringing Andy to another intense orgasm in seconds.

Well, they were now lovers. Rick was tender. Andy was delirious. He kept his hand on Rick’s body, never getting his fill of this man’s hard muscles, his manliness. He sniffed Rick’s armpits. Masculinity exuded from the sweaty hair. He licked the chest hair, also sweaty, saturated with testosterone. Down the trail. The thick pubes had some cum entangled into the hair and Andy sucked on them. Then the cock. The cock that wouldn’t stay soft. The cock that he sucked over and over, and that he spread he legs to give it his ass over and over.

Andy lost count of the number of times they fucked. He was sore. His ass hole was on fire. His cock stretched painfully every time it erected. But he wanted more. Never to stop.

“My sweetness,” Rick whispered into Andy’s ear, and then moved his lips to cover Andy’s mouth with a deep kiss. Andy sighed, not daring to touch his burning zit.