The Bicycle Lock

Although I was alone in my bed, I had the best night’s sleep. Astro was next to me, guarding my phone. I picked it up and pressed stop. I usually didn’t put the alarm on for Saturday morning, but I wanted to be ready when Oliver called. He told me he wanted to leave at nine, and he wanted me to pack some extra clothes and swimming trunks. I packed three days of underwear and t-shirts, one short-sleeved dress shirt, and some khaki shorts that were nice enough for a restaurant. An overnight bag of toothbrushes and toothpaste, as well as mouthwash, finished the bag. I put some tennis shoes in a bag and stuffed them inside. A shower and a shave, and I was ready.

When Oliver called at eight fifty-five, I answered the phone as I slipped on my sandals. He told me he was walking to his car and would be by the elevator in just a few minutes. I grabbed Astro and my bag and was on the way in less than thirty seconds.

A clean-shaven Oliver dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt and medium-length running shorts opened his trunk for my bag. Astro rode in the back seat with Bullseye. The two of them were the same size, but Bullseye reminded me more of the dog from the Little Rascals than from the book. I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t say anything about his car; although, I wish I’d suggested we take mine. Oliver’s basic Nissan Sentra was nice, clean, and low on headroom. The seat felt too short as well. I knew that my Chevy Sonic wasn’t really any classier, but it definitely had more headroom and room for my feet.

The trip would be about two and a half hours, said Oliver, and after the first ten minutes, I knew we needed to shop for a more comfortable car. I had planned to get one with my next bonus. And if I still had a job on Monday, I might have to speed up that timeline. We would need something that would let a shorter man see over the steering wheel while having enough room for my size thirteen feet.

On the trip to wherever we were going, the back of my mind wondered whether it may be a deserted spot with a grave already dug for me. Oliver told me about his upbringing by a single woman who mistrusted men. She had wanted a child but didn’t want a husband, and while she was disappointed that he turned out to be a boy, she told him it was just another part of life’s struggles.

As I pondered the level of psychological damage she might have caused him, he admitted to wanting to know his father. The only information he had is that he was the taller than average blond man at the end of the bar. She couldn’t remember his name and admitted to spending two days with him after determining that he was intelligent and disease-free.

As I wondered whether he had considered DNA testing with the big firms that found cousins and such, he told me that he had considered doing just that. Fear of finding out that his father was dead or didn’t want him had made him unable to act.

On the employment front, I discovered he worked in a law office in the same building I worked in. He was a law clerk; he wanted to be a lawyer, but his mother thought they were shysters, and he allowed her opinions to dissuade him. It turned out that moving halfway across the country was his way of trying to break her hold over him. Bullseye, it turned out, was his only friend.

Oliver let it slip that he was taking me to his secret hideaway, a place he called ‘Respite.’ He found it after accepting the job offer and bought it immediately.

“Without the usual day to think it over?” I chuckled.

“I knew immediately. The way I did when I saw you through the window.”

I thought for a few moments. “What if I hadn’t been the one who owned the bike?”

“I would have walked up to you and told you that you were the one. I was that sure.” I thought back to his face and how he’d said he was ‘dreadfully sorry.’ Would he really have told me that? Did it even matter now? I reached over and put my hand on top of his thigh. He dropped his right hand from the wheel and placed it on mine. There was something comforting about the way he’d immediately moved to touch my hand. I pivoted slightly in the seat and looked at him.

Oliver’s ear was perfectly formed. As I followed the form of it and noticed how his hair just grazed to top, I felt a stirring inside me. How could just looking at his ear do that to me? I closed my eyes and remembered his face as he pushed me back on the sofa. He was gentle, soft. I imagined kissing him and how it felt lying next to him, cuddling. I thought about that night and how I would insist that he stay with me. After all, Bullseye was already with us; he wouldn’t have to leave to let the dog out.

I felt a small jolt, and I opened my eyes. I’d nodded off; in reality, I’d fallen asleep.

“Sorry about that; this road has a couple of potholes. Did you get a good nap?”

“I guess I did,” I replied.

“We’re almost there. I’m a little hungry, but I wasn’t sure if you were. I brought burgers to grill for dinner, but I thought we could stop and get chicken for lunch.”

“So the picnic includes lunch and dinner.” I smiled.

“I hope that’s OK. I know I didn’t ask you, and it’s easy to change it.”

“Spending more time with you sounds perfect,” I told him.

“Here’s the chicken place. I like thighs.”

“I bet you do.” I reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze.

“Oh, fuck.” He looked at me with longing eyes.

“I don’t understand how you get all my nerve endings activated with just one touch.”

“You do the same to me; actually, you do it without touching me.”

He pulled into the parking lot and got into the line. He glanced over at me and smiled. “I can’t look at you; it’s too distracting.” He began to stare straight ahead. “I’m ordering a ten-piece thigh. Will that be enough for us?”

I brought my lips next to his ear. “I don’t think it will satisfy every hunger I have.”

“Stop. You’re making my dick really hard.”

I reached down between his legs. “You’re right. That’s one hard dick.” I ran my tongue around his outer ear. “Is that what I’m having for dessert?”

“Please, Austin. I have to drive. You’re bringing me to new levels of horniness.”

“I’ll stop. It’s just that you’re so irresistible.” I turned to look straight ahead. “What are the levels of horniness?”

“For me, there’s level zero; that’s pretty much where I’ve been most of my life with an occasional jump up to level two. That’s when I need to masturbate. And now there’s level twenty. That’s where I was last night and right now.”

“I send you from zero to twenty-five?”

“Every time.”

“Every time,” I repeated. I looked out my side window. The fact that I excited him excited me. I heard him order the chicken, and less than a minute later, he handed me the box that was handed to him. We pulled out and traveled up the road a few miles before turning onto a one-lane country road. About ten minutes later, we slowed, and Oliver pressed a remote clipped to his visor. We turned onto a freshly graveled driveway. Thick clumps of trees blocked the view of the property, and not even the driveway yielded a view. There was a mild ‘S’ curve to the road and a large pasture came into view with a substantial RV parked just off the center.

“Wow. This looks like some setup.”

Oliver parked next to the RV. “There was an old single-wide trailer here, so there was power, water, and septic. So it was easy to convert so I could leave the travel trailer here. The lake’s on the other side of those trees. It’s secluded.”

“It is a respite then isn’t it.”

He nodded. “Let’s unload and have a bite to eat.

We stacked our things near the door to the RV. Oliver extended the awning and unrolled two sleeping bags. He covered them with two blankets, and we sat down on the blankets to eat. I snuggled next to Oliver, and as he opened the cooler he’d put the chicken in, I kissed him.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“All day? It’s just now noon.”

“Well, it felt like all day.”

He handed me a piece of fried meat. “Eat your thigh.”

“Let me finish my chicken first.”

Oliver laughed and kissed me. He took a bite of his chicken. “You know, the last time I was here, I ate a sandwich and a pastry as I looked out at those trees. I imagined the water that’s just on the other side, and I felt alone, even lonely, but the beauty and solitude of this place made me feel at home. I knew when I met you that I wanted to bring you here, to home.”

I held his hand and brought the back of his hand to my lips. “I can tell how special this place is.” I took the last bite of my thigh and snuggled closer to him. I ran my fingers along the side of his head and pushed his hair back.

“I’m not alone now.”

“No. You’re not.” I kissed him. “And I’m not either.”

“Austin, I’ve always felt like a two-piece jigsaw puzzle with one piece missing. I think you’re the other piece.”

I pushed him back onto the blanket and looked down on him while on all fours. I stared into his eyes, those beautiful eyes. “I am your other piece.” We kissed; our tongues spiraled around themselves. His hand pushed against my crotch; I hardened. His hand moved away and he began to unbutton his shirt.

With my hand arched, I moved onto his crotch and massaged him. His increasing hardness excited me. I moved up and stood on my knees. I pulled my t-shirt off. His open shirt allowed access to his chest. I sprinkled kisses across his pecs and then played with his nipples with the tip of my tongue. My kisses traveled down his abs to the top of his waistband. I unsnapped his pants and grabbing his cuffs, I pulled his pants off. He had kicked off his shoes. One of his socks was off.

The band of Oliver’s underwear was caught on his erect penis. I freed it and removed it as well. I kissed the head of his cock before sucking it into his mouth. As my nose hit his pubic hair, Oliver cried out, “Oh, Austin.”

I licked up and down his shaft. Oliver squirmed as I rubbed my fingers across his hole. I pushed his legs apart and began to lick his taint. Each moan from his lips convinced me to go further. I came up for air and wiped my chin.

“Take your pants off, too. I want to touch you.”

I pulled the rest of my clothing off. We were two naked men, outdoors, but under the shade of an awning as we exposed our feelings to one another.

Oliver held my penis in his hand. My hardness twitched as he licked the head. He moved his chin up and looked into my eyes. He spat into his hand and rolled onto his back. He rubbed his hole with the saliva. I pushed his ass up in the air and added more to this quivering hole. His hands reached up and spread his cheeks apart.

Oliver’s eyes were still on me; I pressed my dick against his hole. Oliver took a deep breath and touched my stomach with his fingertips. I knew he’d never had a man inside him, but I also knew by his eyes that he wanted me to penetrate him as much I wanted to be physically joined to him.

The process was slow. Oliver gulped air and blew the air out with force as I inched my way in. Oliver’s moans told me of his discomfort as I stretched him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I told him.

“Love sometimes hurts as we figure it out. Making love the first time is symbolic of growing love. The end result is worth it. I’m in love with you, Austin, I know I am.”

“Oh, Oliver. I can’t believe how I feel about you. I can’t imagine being without you now that you’re in my life. I love you, too.” I bent forward to kiss him. My shaft pushed farther inside.

“Oh, yes.” Oliver’s exclamation told me that he enjoyed the last movement.

My initial movements we slow, and we continued to kiss. While I enjoyed the dance that our lips played, I also enjoyed licking his chin, and each time he licked mine, I was induced to thrust with a little more force. Nuzzling his earlobes interrupted the rhythm of my penetrating movements, but Oliver’s moans told me that he didn’t mind.

At one point, Oliver moved his legs up and around my waist; I moved up a little by bringing my knees more perpendicular to the ground. Oliver began to thrust his ass up. It was as though he were riding me but from an inverted position. That change in position stimulated me, and I adjusted my position to fuck him faster and with more force. The urge to fill him was building within me until I finally seeded him. It took four thrusts and their accompanying ejaculations to empty me, and as I lay on top of him trying to regain my breath, I felt the wetness of tears.

“I didn’t know it would feel like that,” he said. “I feel such happiness with you inside me, and I feel love and desire and a need that’s been completed.”

I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. Eventually, the warmth of the day and the satisfaction that comes from lovemaking overtook us and we slept in one another’s arms. When we awoke, we laughed about the love juice that had dried on our lower bodies. With our shoes on, Oliver showed me the path leading to the lake, and not caring whether anyone was spying on us, we walked into the water and rinsed ourselves.

We headed back to the RV where we laughed and washed and kissed in the outdoor shower. We went inside. The air conditioner had cooled the interior a little too much, so we snuggled under the covers as we continued to explore our bodies.

Who knew that in the grand scheme of life that a mishap with a lock could have brought me such joy. First, when I was young, it taught me friendship. Now, as an adult, it gave me my lifetime partner and the happiness that each human desires.

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