The Bicycle Lock

I didn’t want to let go of him. It felt so right to have him in my arms. My previous sexual encounters were just blowjobs at frat parties as well as one guy who was bent over so anyone could come up and fuck him. I was glad I’d brought a rubber with me, but his ass was so loose that a session with my hand would have been more exciting.

“Oliver, I need to make sure my dog is OK.”

“You have a dog? So do I. What kind is yours?”

“I think he’s a mutt,” I said. “Let me find him.” I went over to the couch and looked on the floor under the end table. “There he is.” I reached down and pulled out Astro. “Here’s Astro.”

Oliver clapped his hands. “I love it. He’s not a mutt, he’s a great dane.”

“I’m not sure how great, since you’re so short, right Astro.”

“Let me hold him.”

I passed Astro to Oliver. “Be careful. He’s never bitten anyone yet, but you never know.”

“I bet I’m safe. Where’d you get him?”

“The poor guy was in the bargain bin at IKEA. I saw him, and I knew he was perfect, and I was right. He doesn’t care how long I’m at work. He doesn’t eat much, and he never spills his water. Sometimes he falls off the couch and he just lays there. That irritates me a bit. Anyway, tell me about your dog.”

“Well, not to make Astro feel inferior, but I got Bullseye at a posh airport boutique. Just like Astro, he’s not into making messes.”

“Sounds like the two of them will get along just fine.”

“We should have a picnic and bring them. We can see how they get along,” said Oliver.

“Want to do it tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? I’d love it.” Oliver rubbed Astro’s nose against mine. “Honest answer. Do you sleep with Astro?”

“Sometimes he snuggles up next to me. But I don’t think that he’ll be jealous of you. If you’re worried about it.”

“Now, I have to check on the systems at work; then I can devote myself entirely to you. Make yourself at home. There’s stuff to drink.”

Oliver seemed to have a difficult time pulling away from me, but he did after one more kiss, and I stepped over to my workstation. It didn’t take long to find that the system had completed the run. I quickly programmed a file to run the initial data pull that the queen had demanded. The estimated running time was a little more than five hours. It would be ready for a second run on Monday morning whether she was there or not.

Oliver handed me a glass. I took a sip and smiled. It was rum and coke. I was sure he had the same thing since I only had rum, coke, bottled water, and milk in the house.

“Trying to get me drunk?” I asked him; I was probably grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Not completely. Just enough for you to feel comfortable telling me what’s on your mind.”

“I’m wondering how I can be so comfortable with a guy I just met by chance.”

“A guy you wouldn’t have given a second look at is standing in front of you, in your apartment, petting your dog, and…” His hand brushed the front of my pants. “Exciting you.”

“Do I excite you? Is that why you’re here with me?”

Oliver stepped closer to me. “You do excite me, but it’s not just that. If it were, it’d be just a hook-up. You know it’s more than that. I think it’s the start of something.”

“We should start dating, right. I’ve never had more than one date with a guy,” I told him.

“You’ll have more than one with me,” said Oliver. “Date number two is tomorrow with me and Bullseye.”

“But that means that this is date one, and it’s going to have to end so that date number two can start.”

“It doesn’t have to end now. Astro wants you to give me a few more kisses.”

“He does, huh. He likes you as much as I do, then.” I put my index fingers in his waistband and pulled him close to me. I nuzzled his neck. “That’s what Astro likes to do to me. Hopefully, when I do it to you, there’s more effect.”

Oliver stretched up and kissed my ear. “Your dog doesn’t stimulate my erection the way you do.”

I wrapped my arms around his ass and lifted him. It wasn’t easy; he was muscular, but he helped by holding on around my shoulders and wrapping his legs around my waist. He kissed me full force.

I started to laugh. “I ain't got a fucking clue what to do next.”

He started to laugh as well. “Sit down on the bench, and don’t drop me.”

“I’m not sure I can.”

“What?” asked Oliver. “Drop me, or sit down?”

I plopped onto the bench without letting go of him or breaking any bones. My reward was a sloppy kiss and a head resting on my shoulder. I held him against me. I listened to him breathe. My life, for the first time since I was a small child, just felt right. I rubbed his back in long slow movements. Oliver kissed my jaw, unwrapped himself from my waist, and stood in front of me. He pulled me up and led me a few feet to my couch. He held both my hands and nodded at the sofa. I sat back and settled onto the cushion. Oliver pushed my legs apart so he could rest his knees on the edge of the couch.

He released my hands and pushed back on my shoulders. He pressed his lips to mine. I pushed my tongue between his lips, and he held onto it. He swirled his tongue around it. I felt tingly; I was breathing faster. My hands felt his chest. Even through his clothes, the shape of his torso excited me. I began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped moving; I finished unbuttoning him and ran my hands from his lower abdomen up to his ribcage and then I circled his nipples with my thumb.

Oliver kissed me again and began to unbuckle my pants. Just sensing his fingers on my waistband made me start to harden. He moved down until his knees were on the floor. I helped push down my pants exposing myself to the first person who I knew saw me as a guy with a dick rather than just a dick hooked to someone whose name he never knew.

When Oliver’s tongue pressed against the base of my cock, tears fill my eyes. He moved up the shaft; his right hand encircled the base and his left hand cupped my nuts. His tongue continued its journey toward the tip, and when it arrived, it pushed back my foreskin, and he placed his mouth over me. He was only able to get a few inches past his lips. He sucked and licked while his hand pumped me. He moaned the entire time letting me know that he enjoyed what he was doing. It wasn’t something that he was doing for me or something he was doing for himself. It was for us.

The excitement in me continued to build. My body tried to draw my balls up, but he continued to pull down and away. I felt my hips begin to make small thrusts, and my abs tightened. I sprayed my load into him, he released me and coughed.

“I’m sorry, Oliver. I should have warned you.”

“You did, Austin. I sensed it. I just wasn’t ready for the force of it.”

Oliver lifted my legs onto the couch and crawled next to me. With my pants at my knees and my erection diminishing, he snuggled into me.

I wrapped my arms around him. “That was wonderful,” I whispered. “It was more than wonderful.” I felt my eyes tear up again as the meaning of what had happened between us became more apparent to me.

“I need to leave.”

I didn’t want to hear those words.

“I don’t want to, but even if you ask me to stay, I can’t. I need to get ready for our date tomorrow. Today’s already been the best day of my life. I know tomorrow will be even better.”

--to be continued--