The Agent

I released my grip.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to rush things.  You’re just so handsome and sexy and attractive that I lost myself.”

“You think I’m handsome?” asked Anthony.

“You’re beyond handsome, but ….”  I couldn’t think of what to say next.  “We need to get some sleep.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  I left the room and ended up hugging my pillow.  How I wanted him, but I didn’t want him to resent me later for taking things too far too fast.

I thought back to my first time.

I’d spent the afternoon sitting on a picnic table at a Sonic eating a hamburger and listening to the other guys talking about getting blowjobs and handjobs from their girlfriends.  None of the guys were gay, or at least admitted that they were.  That didn’t stop me from getting horny.  My dick would swell and then soften as I quietly ate my fries and drank my Coke.  By the time I left to go home, I was ready to step around a corner and jerk off, and I wanted to stuff something up my ass so badly that I was thinking about taking my sister’s hairbrush and using the handle.

I was a couple of blocks from home when I saw Mr. Parcon clipping the hedges in his front yard.  He had taken his t-shirt off, and his hairy chest was on complete display.  I stepped into his driveway for a closer look.  His strong arm muscles were rippling, and I imagined myself running my hand over his flat stomach.  I had heard that his wife had left him, and I couldn’t imagine how anyone would leave a man who looked like that.  He turned slightly, and I saw that he had grown a mustache since the last time I’d seen him.  He was even sexier.

He caught me looking, and he smiled.  I was terrified as he walked over to me.  I was sure that he was going to yell at me for being on his property or worse, smack me around for ogling him.

He did neither.  “You’re one of the Hopkins boys, aren’t you?”  His voice was smooth and masculine.

“Dylan,” I said quietly.

“Hi, Dylan.  Seems you like watching me work.”  He pointed toward my crotch with the hedge clippers.

I realized that my hardon was bulging my pants.  I croaked out a weak, “Yes, sir.”

“Let’s go inside and take care of that.  You don’t want to walk around the neighborhood that way.”  He turned and walked toward the open garage.  I followed him.  He placed the clippers on a bench in front of his car and opened the door to the house.  He stepped to the side, and I went in.  I heard the garage door closing.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I could sense the strength in his fingers.  I pivoted slightly and faced him.  His handsome face moved closer to mine, and then I felt his mustache brush against my upper lip just before his tongue pushed my lips apart.  Time slowed down.  I opened my mouth and allowed him to run his tongue against mine.  He gently sucked my tongue between his lips as his hands caressed my ass cheeks.

He pulled me against him and lifted me slightly so our crotches rubbed together.  “You’re awfully cute, you know.”  His tongue attacked my ear before he began to nibble on my earlobe.  “You’re also very fuckable.”

“OK,” I muttered.  I pushed against the zipper of his pants and felt the hardness beneath.  I’d never had more than my own finger inside, but the afternoon’s stories, his masculine physique, and the sensuousness of his lips made me want him to bury himself within me.

He pulled me to the bedroom as he continued to kiss me.  He even managed to slip his hand under my waistband and grab my throbbing, rigid penis.  I reached up to grab his pecs, and as I squeezed them, he gasped slightly before emitting a deep “Fuck yeah.”

We were suddenly next to a bed and he had my shirt off.  I opened my pants, and he pushed my pants and underwear down to the floor.  His mouth enveloped my cock, and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue caress my dick.  “Oh, Mr. Parcon!”

He pulled his mouth free and looked up at me.  “Call me Jeff.”  He began to suck me again, and for a moment, I thought I might come.  A tremor shot through my body, and he pulled away again.  He smiled at me as he began to stand up.

I kissed him hard on the mouth as I pushed my shoes and pants away from my feet.  He pushed me back onto the bed.

“We’re going to need some lube,” he told me.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him, that I needed him, that I wanted him.  He freed himself from the rest of his clothing, and as he stepped around to the nightstand, I saw his ass for the first time.  I rolled toward him to bite his cheek, but he blocked me and pushed me back down.  “You are going to love this next part, Dylan.”  He dropped a bottle of lube next to me, pushed my legs up and apart, and with his knees just below my ass, he licked the area under my scrotum.  

I wasn’t sure that I loved it.  It was interesting and different.  I was trying to decide whether I should pretend that I liked it and give a little moan when his tongue circled my sphincter.  I didn’t have to think about what to say.  I sucked air into me and my “fuck” exclamation was pulled into my lungs.  The sensation was awesome.  I grabbed my legs and tried to spread them farther apart to give him better access.

Jeff gave a little chuckle that vibrated against my pucker and sent another bolt of pleasure through me.  He began to move up, and I felt his hairy chest rub against my abs and then my chest.  As his weight pressed me into the mattress, his lips pressed against mine again.  My pleasure senses were on overload.  “Flip over,” he said as he moved to one side.

I did as he asked.  He was in charge; I expected his experience to guide me and as I lay on my belly, I was not disappointed.  A generous helping of lubricant and a slick finger slipped between the mounds of my ass.  Jeff’s thumb began a quiet assault to widen the opening hidden there. There was no pain, rather, an interesting sensation as the knuckle moved into me made me shudder.  When the in and out motion of the digit stopped, I heard the sound of an erection being slathered with the slippery liquid.

I felt Jeff’s fingers clear access to my hole as the head of his hardness pressed against it.  “Take a deep breath, Dylan.  Blow it out slowly.”  He pushed in as I blew out.  There was a moment of strange sensation, not really pain, but more of a slight awkward pressure followed by a lightheadedness as blood rushed into my head.  “Oh, fuck, that’s a tight hole.”

The statement bloomed with contentment and gave me a good feeling.  He liked being inside me, and I liked the friction he was inducing.  His head bent forward and he sucked my ear into his mouth.  His moans were vibrating hums that sent shivers down to my toes as his thrust sent waves of a new thrill up to my brain.  I began to pivot my hips back as he moved his hips forward, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply.

I hadn’t realized that being fucked could feel this good.

“Mmm.  Baby, you feel so good.  Roll over for me, Dylan.”

I moved onto my back again.  Jeff helped me move my legs so that he again had access to me.  He rubbed the head of his still-hard dick against my hole before sliding himself inside me again.  I gasped at the spike in pleasure.

The angle of his penetration caused my dick to jerk up as he moved forward.  “Oh, fuck,” I said as my hands grabbed his pecs again.  Jeff dropped his head and licked my chin.  “Oh, yeah.”

Jeff smiled and began to fuck me more quickly.  I wrapped my legs around his waist.  My ankles crossed.

“I’m close,” I panted.  “I’m going to come.”

Jeff pulled out and moved to take my dick into his mouth.  The suction was intense.  I pushed his head down onto me as I released.  He took my entire erection, and I felt the head of my cock pop into his throat as I pulsed my seed one more time.  I was out of breath.  I released my grip, and he tilted his head back and smiled at me.  I noticed a little cum on his lower lip.  He ran his finger across and licked his finger clean.

Before I recovered from the euphoria of my first truly intense orgasm, Jeff has pushed himself back into me.  He began to fuck with renewed vigor.  I squealed and brought my hands down to grasp the bed covering in my tightened fists.

Jeff’s jaw clenched tightly; his eyelids squeezed shut, and he grunted as I felt a sudden increase in the pressure inside my belly.  He collapsed down on me.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him as our respiration rates slowed.  I felt his dick slip out of me, and I experienced his seed dripping from my hole.  Several minutes passed when Jeff whispered into my ear, “I want to feel you inside me, but I also wanted to taste your seed.  Maybe you can fuck me next time.”

He wanted to be with me again.  I smiled.  “OK.”

“Now, I’ve got to get back to work, and you need to get your ass going before someone starts looking for you.”  He jumped up and pulled his underwear on.

I slid over to the edge of the bed and found my clothes.  Less than five minutes later, I was on my way home.  My ass was a bit wet as the cum kept leaking.  I needed a shower.  When I got home, I quickly showered and was stretched out on my bed soon after.  A wave of depression soon passed over me.

I was alone; the kissing and the sex were good, but I realized that I was left without a boyfriend, and I really would have liked to have had more time together after getting bred.  I didn’t know when I would see Jeff again.  Maybe he only said he wanted me to fuck him.  

I was able to go by Jeff’s house several times over the next few weeks, but he was never outside.  I knocked on the door a few times, but he never answered.  One day, as I was walking by, I saw a guy in a jeep pull up.  The door to the garage opened and Jeff greeted him just inside.  I know he saw me, but he didn’t acknowledge me.  He was so handsome, and I’d felt a connection to him while we had sex.  Now I felt dirty and used.

I didn’t have sex again until I went off to college, and by then I had decided that gay men just use one another as sex partners.  I shouldn’t expect more than that.  Perhaps that was a self-fulfilling prophecy.  The only guys I hooked up with were guys who wanted to be used, and I was the guy who used them.  I got exceptionally good at fucking–at safe fucking.  Several of my partners told me that I was one of their better experiences.  I’ll admit that made me feel good inside.  No one wants to be known as being a lousy lay.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower.  I didn’t get out of bed.  A few minutes later, a naked Anthony stepped out of the bathroom as he dried his back.  He nodded at me.  “Good morning.”  His voice was emotionless again.

“Come over here.”  I patted the bed, and he came over and sat.  He didn’t look at me.  “I’m sorry,” I said.  “Last night just wasn’t the right time.  I want you to know that I wanted you.  I still do, and that kiss…wow!  But we’ve just met, and I didn’t want your first time to feel like a hookup.  I want to go on a real date.  I want to get to know you.”  I put my hand on his shoulder, and immediately, desire ran through me.  I allowed my hand to drop back to the bed and then used it to pull my knees up to my chest as I sat up a little straighter.  “I’m so attracted to you that I can barely stand it, but I know what it’s like when you have great sex with a stranger when there’s nothing to connect you afterward.”

Anthony looked over at me.  “I was really upset last night when you walked away.”  I heard him sigh.  “But this morning, I wondered whether it had been a good thing.  Hearing you say that, what you just said, makes me realize that it’s probably better that nothing else happened.  I do like you, Dylan.  While I was in the shower, I started to wonder what life might be like if you were around all the time, and I think my life would be better with you in it.  They say that slow and easy wins the race, so maybe that’s what we should do.  You know, take it slow and easy.”

I smiled a truly big and honest smile.  “That doesn’t mean that you can’t kiss me from time to time.”  I moved closer to him.

“Maybe,” he smiled back.  “But I want to be honest with you.”

I pulled back a little.

“And, honestly, you need to brush your teeth.  Your breath is, how does one say, not exactly fresh.”

I sat back and laughed.  “Sorry about that.  I’m a mouth breather when I sleep.  I’ll go take a shower.”  I hopped up and pulled off my underwear.

“You have a really nice ass.”  Anthony stood up and left the room.

As I brushed my teeth, I felt hopeful about my life.  I’d met a decent man, a nice guy, a handsome one, and I hadn’t screwed things up with him.  I had a feeling that I was about to experience a really good day.