The Secret Apartment

Fred drank more from his bottle as Cary sat between his legs. He kissed his friend's neck while watching the first bottle they had opened before his arrival spinning between them. The last time he checked, it was passed ten.

Somebody had lit up a cigarette. And then someone else followed.

"Do you have a match?“He asked Cary as they watched the bottle spin.

Spin the bottle was one of the things they did sometimes. To catch up. Or to heat things up. In front of him, Cary lit up a match and Fred sucked in the smoke until his cigarette was on. "Thanks, babe.“

The bottom of the bottle pointed to Georgie. The tip, to the new guy. The young one. Stuart Avery. They all were looking at him now.

"Truth or dare.“ Georgie asked.

"He already asked for truth once.“ Mitch said by the young man's side. He blushed. He still managed to blush after all the wine and the dirty, raunchy talk.

"You know the rules, pup.“ Fred said out loud and Cary laughed. "You gotta go with a dare.“

"Dare than, sir.“ He said in a weak voice, looking over at George.

"I dare you to kiss Georgie.“ Mitch said out loud.

"Oh, shush. It's not your turn.“ Cary threw a ball of paper over at Mitch.

Fred watched them all, blowing the smoke over to the ceiling. His friends. Free as they never were when out there in the world. With 30 years on their backs, sitting on the floor, playing kids games. He smiled, his eyes passing over at Anton, sitting with his long legs against his chest. Anton smiled over at him. He was drunk too.

"What's gonna be, Georgie?“ Cary asked, leaning over and patting George on the leg.

"I dare you to kiss...“

"Uuuuuuuhhhh...“ The voices raised all together at once and some were laughing at how anxious Stuart looked.

"... Mr. Castro.“

Everyone stopped immediately and the song was all it played. Nat King Cole's 'Walkin' My Baby Back Home'. The old fella quite happy about a kiss after straightening up his tie.

"Come on, pup.“ Fred encouraged.

Stuart got on all fours as he moved up to where Antony was sitting. The two of them were probably the tallest guys in the room. Anton let go of his legs and knelt on the floor, looking at the young man in front of him. Fred thought him the most handsome of them all. The cheeky, expecting smirk made Fred smile too.

"French kiss, hm, boys? It's already late for kids games.“ Mitch grinned, kneeling to have a better view of the action. All of them were waiting for some action. Fred could feel it in the air, along with all the cigarette smoke. That energy.

It would soon consume them all. Like fire over wood. He was already burning and he felt himself getting hard with the anticipation. Cary looked over at him with a sassy smile. Cary, the one who let go completely after a few glasses. The one who talked sweet as the girls they dated to show off. He felt Cary's hand there on his crotch, squeezing his cock while looking at Stuart take a deep breath, move over and finally kiss Anton.

Everyone held their breath. Stuart knelt too, his hands on Anton's shoulder, pulling him closer, sucking his lips, letting his tongue move over. Allowing nature to take over. And the kiss lasted. Anton put a hand over Stuart's lower back and pulled until their bodies touched. And the kiss lasted.

"He said just a kiss.“ William chuckled from the other side of Anton.

His friend let go and Stuart smiled at him.

"You have very nice lips, Mr. Castro.“

The whole gang laughed out louder now. Cary moved into the middle of them and prepared to turn the bottle again. "I'm damn willing to try that now. If you excuse me, pup.“

Fred had come up with the title for Stuart. When he discovered the boy was only twenty, he said out loud "but he is just a puppy then“ and it caught on. The boy seemed happy to be called that way though. He looked over at Anton for a little longer and than his eyes were on Georgie again. Big, puppy eyes, longing for attention. Longing for a bone. The thought made Fred chuckle to himself.

The bottom pointed towards William. The tip, to himself.

"Truth.“ He smiled. Fred always asked for Dare first. He drank a bit more of his wine. He could have asked for Dare again, to keep things interesting. But he wanted to see what William could come up with.

"No lying, mister F.“ Anton's hoarse voice filled the room. Fred laughed.

"I ain't no liar.“

William put a finger over his chin, pretending he was thinking of something. Fred braced himself. He could always count on William to come up with the raunchiest words of the party.

"Tell me.“ He said, smirk hanging on his lips.

"Have you ever been in a relationship with another man, Freddy? A real one?“

Again, everyone stopped breathing. It always happened after a truth or a dare. All eyes were on him and Fred had to take another sip of wine. But his bottle was empty. He put it down and looked at them all. And his eyes went to Anton. He was staring at him. It was a secret. A secret Fred was too afraid to think about. And it was something none of them had an answer for.

"Yeah.“ He said quietly, eyes still on Anton. "You hit this one pretty hard, hm, sport?“ He laughed it off, looking at William again. "I thought you'd come up with something like... have you ever sucked a 10-inch cock?“

"Well, we all know the answer to that.“ William was always damn quick. The gang laughed it out loud again. Even Anton was laughing. It was a good thing.

Just the night before he had told Antony about his friends. About their meetings. About that place where they were now. Anton sat down on the bed, naked. The windows were open, the moon shone brightly on him. Fred looked, waiting. An invisible hand held his heart tight. It was hard to breathe. He knew it was love. He just wouldn't admit it. Not yet. After all, what future would they have with such a silly thing called love? Anton finally spoke. He asked if he could come to the meeting. Fred said, "Yeah, sure.“ And then he asked something more.

"Are we a couple, Freddy?“

Fred had no answer. He held the answer he had down in his heart. But he was too weak, too scared. "We are this.“ Whatever this was. They slept in each others' arms. Anton was so warm. Fred didn't need covers anymore. Just the other's presence kept him warm and good. They didn't talk about the meeting until the next night when it was time to go.

"What if you guys do it? Like... sex and all?“

Fred shrugged. He knew he could not give that answer properly.

"We join. We join them. No shame.“

And then Fred told him about George and Mitch. It was a long story, it kept them talking all the way. And soon they were in front of the old building, climbing the stairs with old Celine. She told Fred that Antony was one hell of a handsome man. He firmly agreed as they climbed the stairs and entered Cary's apartment.

Once more, Cary picked the bottle to turn it. Fred stood up. His cigarette was done. His bottle was empty.

"I'm gonna get more wine. Anyone want somethin'?“

Everyone's glass was still full. And there was their bottle there. He went to the drinking table and looked through the bottles, his back to his friends. He barely saw the words on the bottles. He was just going through them, getting some time to breathe. He knew someone would come. He didn't expect Georgie. Georgie who was always so distant.

"He's a hell of a guy, Freddy.“

"Do you have a cigarette?“ He asked roughly, putting hands over his pockets to see if he had his own box.

Georgie nodded.

"Good. Come, let's have a smoke.“ Fred knew they could stay and smoke there, but he went out of the room without looking at the gang. Without looking back at Anton. They went out of the living room and into the bedroom. Fred opened the window and sat by it. George stood a few feet away, hidden by the wall. He took a cigarette and accepted Georgie's fire. The cigarette hung from his lips as he watched the street below.

"It's Anton, isn't it?“

"Was it obvious?“

"No. Really not. But I know damn well what I was seeing.“

Fred looked at Georgie. The one that got married first. The one that broke their promise first. The one that got what they would all get in the end first.

"I think I love him damn much, Georgie.“ He let out a tired laugh.

George patted Fred's shoulder, keeping a good distance from the window.

"You brought him here. You presented him to us. You hold on to him, sport. And we will have your back.“

Fred knew Georgie meant it. But he didn't know what those words meant. In what world would he and Anton have a chance? He blew the smoke out on the cold windy street. They all knew since they met that this would come, this future of hidden things in an old apartment downtown while a bright happy family was formed on the side. A main life of shadows and heavy curtains to hid it all while they grew old and bored with a wife they didn't love like a lover. Until they became strangers to what they once were. Anton was hardly part of this future.

"I told him about this meeting last night. I think he is anxious to see us catch fire.“

"Were you jealous when he kissed Stuart?“

"I was damn horny.“ They both laughed. Georgie knew the drill. He had been with Mitch for a long time. And their meetings happened as usual. Everyone was everyones. And Fred was curious to see Anton with his friends. He had thought about it when Anton was not sleeping with him. He had jerked his cock thinking of the scenes. Anton and William. Anton and Georgie and Mitch. Anton making Cary scream.

Mitch came into the room. He had a smile on. "Serious talk?“

"Nah. Nothing.“ Fred moved a hand in the air.

"Good. In the other room, Cary dared William to play the rest of the game naked. He said he would, but only when you two would come back. So now the ball is on your field, boys.“

Fred threw the rest of the cigarette out, closing the window.

"Well, it is always a pleasure to see William's dick.“

"Is it really?“

"Oh, don't be mean, Georgie.“ Mitch laughed, picking up Fred's bottle and serving his own empty glass. Georgie was already by the door.

"Your friend is quite handsome.“ Mitch said, looking deep into Fred's eyes.

He understood the meaning of it immediately. And Mitch was one to never lose the opportunity. But he was also damn loyal to his own friends. They all were.

"Are you asking for permission?“

"Yes, I am, sir.“

Fred nodded, one hand on Mitch's neck. „You are a good friend. You all are.“ He kissed Mitch's forehead. "Come on. We gotta keep playing this game.“ He passed an arm around Mitch's body and led him out of the room. "I like the beard. Did you let it grow in Paris? You look different. And hot.“

He moved out of the room, ignoring the look Georgie and Mitch exchanged. They reached the living room together. William stood up, pulling his pants up while Cary tried to pull them down.

"See? Mitch brought them back. And as promised...“ William let go and Cary pulled his pants down.

At 30, William was still thin. He had been exercising a lot, but he was still thinner than the rest. He undid the buttons of his shirt and let it go of it. Standing there on his underwear and socks, he looked at Fred. He always did it, whenever he was getting naked. As if he was looking for approval. Fred smiled at him, sitting on the couch with his legs opened, one hand at his crotch. That seemed to put gasoline on William's fire.

His white underclothes went out first. His hard cut cock stood proud, a curve pointing up, thin as the rest of his body, but with a big mushroom head. He lifted one leg, then the other, and took both socks out. He threw it all in a pile of shirts. He barely had hair on his body except around his dick and over his balls. Brown like honey.

Fred checked Anton, a hand over his smiling mouth as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He imagined Anton did not believe him fully. And now he was seeing it. He was looking at William's hard cock and seeing it happen before his eyes. His eyes were suddenly on Fred. He bit his lower lip and smiled at him. Fred could see his eyes shining. His man was damn happy to be there with him.

"Who's next?“ He asked, standing up and patting William's ass before sitting next to Anton, one hand on his tight.

Fred felt Georgie's eyes on him. His and everyone else's too. His fingers gripped a bit tighter and he turned his hazel eyes to stare at Anton's black eyes. "Enjoying yourself?“

"Damn much, F.“

Fred nodded at him and turned back. Cary was spinning the bottle again. He was at the end of the top of the bottle. Mitch grinned at him. The devilish fucker.

"I suppose is dare now, Freddy.“

"Shoot it, sport.“

"I dare you to give William's balls a good sniff. Just to make sure our boy is keeping it all clean.“

"Oh, cut the gas, you bastard.“ William laughed as he got up, hard cock throbbing in the middle of the circle.

In any other occasion, he would have gone immediately. And do more than just a sniff. But Fred hesitated, looking over at Anton. His special friend was grinding – big, enormous, handsome smile. White teeth smile. He patted Freddy's lower back.

"Show me, F.“

Fred nodded and got on his knees. He moved until his hands were on William's tights. He looked just to catch his friend looking down on him, a big smile on his face too. His cock throbbed again, demanding to be noticed between their faces. And Fred did notice it. William was not the biggest among them, but he had a good size. Around 16 cm, it stood proud, arching up.

"I love to see your face between my legs, Freddy.“ William snorted.

"Yeah, right.“ Fred laughed, fingers gripping tighter to those skinny legs.

He felt a knot on his stomach. His cock was rock hard. He could feel Anton's eyes on him. Everyone stared, but it was Anton's eyes on the back of his head that made him tense. A different type of tension he was not used to. A bit of fear on the tip of his stomach. A will to jump over the edge right then and there. Fred moved in closer. His nose between balls and leg. Right on that hairy crotch. He closed his eyes and a flash came to his mind. It was Anton's cock. Thicker, bigger, with a head red and swollen, glistening due to precum. He sniffed William's balls loud, so everyone would hear. They gasped with him.

"Go.“ He thought he heard Mitch say but he couldn't be sure.

Over his head, William's hand pressed, pushing him into his crotch. 2Ah, yeah.“ He groaned and Fred sniffed again. It smelled of jasmine soap and water. A tiny bit of sweat, maybe, but clean and good. He moved his nose a little and the pubes tickled his face. He opened his eyes into all that brown and white colors, staring up with his face pressed on the crotch. And it was as if someone had turned a key to start up his ignition. Freddy was taken, his body on fire, his mind concentrated on getting pleasure. And the source of pleasure being cock. And their owners. Beautiful men with all their roughness, heat, and desire. He smirked between those pubes and kissed the skin under them. It made William sighed.

He felt someone behind him too. The warm breath against his neck. "Lick it.“ That was Anton's voice, guiding and encouraging him. Participating in his life. His real life. Fred looked back and smiled before putting his tongue out and licking from crotch to cock until he tasted the transparent honey coming out from his friend's dick.

Fred held William's dick to the side and offered it to Anton, who kissed the head while looking at him.

"Shall we spin again? Or are we going for it?“ Cary asked from somewhere behind them.

"Spin it.“ Mitch chuckled. "And someone take those boys away from that bone.“

Nobody needed to come and do it. Anton slid back and with him, Fred too. He fell on his lover's chest, the smell of his friend's cock still on his nose. He sighed with close eyes. If there was a heaven for people like him, it would be just like that apartment. He opened his eyes to see William kneeling close to them. "Don't' mind me, boys. But you look hella good in this.“ He kissed both their cheeks and sat down just in time to see the bottle pointing ahead.

Cary was his victim now. Anton was sitting down by the side and Fred took his own place again.

"Take your clothes off, Cary.“ William yelled. „All of it!“

"I didn't say I wanted Dare.“ Cary protested with a smirk on his face, fingers already working on his white shirt. „But since you asked, I won't let you without a good view.“

Cary's shirt was soon gone. Fred watched it through his drunken eyes. By his side, Anton's warmth enveloped him all over. Fred was horny. He was into that slow striptease. So much so he didn't notice Georgie walking over. The music had ended, somebody needed to change the LP and Georgie was looking through Cary's stuff.

"More of this?“

Fred didn't look. Cary's pants were then on the floor and he stood there in white briefs that clung to his hard dick, tenting over at them. His hand caressed his chest. He was also thin, but his muscles were a bit more developed. His chest had a bit of fur in the middle. Dark as the color of his greased hair, with few white spots turning over. He caressed it and rubbed a thumb over his own nipple, a brown, big circle that made Fred's mouth water.

"Put this on. It's perfect for taking off the rest.“ Cary giggled, hands over his nipples, covering himself in a provocative way like a pinup lady only he could imagine being. And yet, Fred loved him for that. He loved how his back arched as he bent his chest forward. He loved the sassy face he put on and when their eyes crossed, Cary winked at him. So he sent him a kiss.

Fred sat down, smiling as all of that happened to him. In front of him like a beloved, but secret play that the great theaters would never dare. Louis Armstrong's voice blew out the silence. As 'All That Meat and No Potatoes' started, Cary bent back, standing up straight, showing off his tight muscles. Being on Broadway required strength. His legs were big but lean. Firm. He caught Fred's eyes, moving a finger that slid down the short dark fur of his abs. It caught the waistband of his briefs. And soon his dick popped out. It went to the right, just a bit. His pubes were trimmed and a big pair of balls fell out as he shook his waist until the last piece of cloth was down on the floor. He lifted his hands in the air, embracing the attention. All eyes on him. Anton started whistling to the song and clapping.

It made them all clap too.

"You get them, tiger.“ Mitch swapped Cary into an embrace and they valsed over the carpet, kicking the bottle to where Stuart sat down, watching all with great big eyes, ready to capture all that splendor.

William picked the empty bottle from the floor. "I have a bet to make now.“

"You gotta spin the bottle, dear.“ Cary stopped dancing, holding onto Mitch's arm as everyone's attention was back at William.

"No, no, no! I have a nifty one now. Listen up.“ William was looking over at Georgie, still standing on the corner, going through the LPs. "I dare Stuart to kiss ol' Georgie. A good one, son.“

"You gotta spin the bottle, William.“ Georgie said without looking.

Fred took the opportunity to raise from the floor, walking to where Georgie was, passing an arm over his shoulder, turning so they could both look at an eager and blushing pup, kneeling on the floor, waiting.

"Will you let the pup wait that long, Georgie? Look at him. Look at how he looks at you. Ain't he a dreamy, Georgie?“ Freddy guided George back into the group. That heat had taken over. They were all on it. And now they dragged George to it too. Anton watched it all, drinking from his glass, smiling like a fool.

When they stood by the center, Fred offered his free hand to Stuart.

"Take it, pup.“

The boy obeyed silently and Fred pulled him up to his feet, embracing him by the waist and bringing the two of them close together.

"Will you take Will's bet now, boss?“

Fred watched the two of them from a very close point, his hands firming so neither could run away from their fate. He watched and waited, smiling at one, then to another. He kissed Georgie's cheek before turning his head and putting his lips by the young lad's ear.

"Kiss him, pup. Get him and take him to you. Come on. We all know you came lookin' for it here.“ Fred kissed Stuart's cheek too and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest, like a sheriff from the westerns, waiting for the action. Waiting for the bad boys to go out of line. But in his case, he was hoping that would happen.

Neither dared to move. Not away. Not closer.

"So much tension.“ Cary embraced Fred from behind. His hard cock poking Fred's back.

"Stuart.“

"Mr. Platt.“

The two spoke at the same time. And chuckled, shaking their heads.

Finally, Georgie pulled the boy in. Their lips touched and in the middle of the living room, their embraced was sealed. Fred clapped his hands.

"This night promises great things, I see.“ He moved away from Cary and went for his bottle of wine, turning it and drinking more. Anton was standing now, next to him. His shirt opened, exposing his chest and belly.

"Suddenly it's hot.“

"You're overdressed.“ Anton whispered back.

Fred shrugged, putting his bottle down. Behind him, the other men did what other men were supposed to do in such a situation. He lifted his arms up, no word to be said at that point. He felt Anton pulling the turtleneck sweater up. The world disappeared behind cloth and cotton. It stuck on his head a bit and he laughed into that mess until Anton freed him completely. He wore a white old shirt under it. There were even more holes than the sweater he had been wearing. He blinked, watching that dear face.

"What?“ He asked.

"Thank you for bringing me, F.“

"Enjoy it, Anton.“

"I will.“ His face came closer and closer until it was out of focus. He stole the air of Fred's lungs, pulling him into a tight embrace, a wet kiss that lasted and lasted. Fred put a hand on Anton's cheek, feeling the thick hair of his beard growing there. Their lips locked, their bodies tangled. The song was suddenly softer.

The night was promising to be magical for Fred.