The Trombone Player

From Part 1

I watched him from the window, and he waved to me from behind the steering wheel of his car. He drove off into the night. What was his big secret? And would my heart be crushed when I found out?

For the first time in what feels like forever, I went to bed and thought of an actual person, Tom Spencer. I closed my eyes and imagined he had stayed. I could see him standing in the doorway leading to the bathroom. His body, completely nude. Even backlit, I could see his broad shoulders and narrow hips that went with his toned chest and flat stomach. He approached me, and I lifted the covers for him. As he slipped beside me, his legs contacted mine, and the sensation thrilled me. He moved closer and my stiff nipples brushed against his chest. His mouth found mine, and we kissed deeply. He slipped one arm under me and the other between my legs. He continued to kiss me as his hand manipulated me until I built up to my release.

Opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, I realized that just the thought of him excited me more than any other man in his actual physical presence ever had. I said a prayer that whatever kept him from staying with me tonight would not prevent our getting to know one another better. In my heart, I hoped he would fall in love with me.

My ejaculate began to liquify, and I smeared it across my belly. There was more there than usual, and I knew why.

By about ten-thirty the next morning, I had showered, dressed, made my bed, vacuumed the apartment, and was cleaning the front door. My phone began playing “Another World.” My heart jumped, and my first thought was that Tom was calling to cancel. I knew he was on call, so if there were an emergency, it would take precedence.  

“Hello.”

“Hey, Steve.”

I waited for him to tell me he couldn’t make it. There were a few seconds of silence on the line.

He continued. “I can believe how hearing your voice makes me smile.”

I felt my eyes mist up.

“Anyway, I’m ready a little early, so I wanted to come by and get you, that is, when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now. Come get me.” I laughed.

“Already on my way.” He hung up.

I was waiting on the curb as Tom arrived. I saw him smile through the windshield. I hopped into the car. “I missed you,” I said. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left last night. I’m smitten.”

He reached over and held my hand. “You’re so handsome and sexy,” he said. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but I know I’m going to.”

“Don’t say that, Tom.”

“After I left last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I thought about you a lot last night, too,” I told him. “Maybe too much. After all, we just met. But I think that excitement is what draws two people together. If I weren’t feeling that you might be the one for me, then I wouldn’t be here with you. I hope you’re feeling the same excitement for me.”

“I am. Hell yes, I am.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “Let’s go somewhere with no people.”

“I know the perfect place.”

“Do you?” I smiled. “Where?”

“I’m not going to tell you until we get there.”

“That’s not fair,” I said. “But it is romantic. Do you have a picnic lunch in the back?” I looked behind me.

“Maybe next time.”

“Already thinking about the next time?” I leaned back in my seat. We drove for about fifteen minutes when I felt a hand on my leg.

“Still awake?”

“Sure. I’m just relaxing in my contentedness,” I said.

“Is that a word?”

“It is now,” I announced.

“Well, as you revel in contentment,” he chuckled, “would you rather have a burger, chicken, fish, or something else?”

“Bar-B-Q.”

“Interesting,” Tom remarked.

“What?”

“I give you a list, and you pick something that’s not on the list.”

“But it was on the list,” I countered. “You said something else.”

“I was trying to be polite,” he replied.

“Then what were you hoping that I would say?”

“Fish. I was thinking about Long John Silver’s.”

“OK. I love their shrimp and chicken planks,” I teased.

“I’m beginning to think that the walnut shell was driven into your brain. I said fish.”

“I thought the chicken planks from Long John’s were made out of fish.”

“Get out of the car,” laughed Tom. “Or stop giving me a hard time.”

I reached over and squeezed his knee. “I’ll give you a hard time later when you ask me to.”

Tom slowed the car and pulled into the drive-thru for Long John Silver’s. “I hope you’ll still want to.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I like root beer.”

“I like it, too,” I giggled. I was acting like a little kid.

“So, what do I order?” Tom asked me.

“Fish with malted vinegar, of course. And a large root beer with very little ice.”

“I thought you wanted chicken?” sighed Tom.

“At a fish place?” I started to laugh. “Don’t be silly.”

We got back on the road with a box of fish and two drinks. Tom headed down a country road that had huge trees on each side and occasionally they formed a canopy over the road.

“This is nice; it’s beautiful,” I told him.

“My grandparents used to live down this road. I used to spend summers here. It’s a wonderful place.” I saw Tom’s eyes mist up. “It’s not much farther.”

I turned and looked at him.

He glanced my way. “What?”

“I like you,” I smiled. I was looking at a man I felt very comfortable with. I could tell that he had a good heart, compassionate and caring.  

We pulled into a gravel driveway that was blocked by a gate. Tom got out and unlocked it, drove through, then got out and locked it back. The overgrown nature of the entrance, the shade of the trees, and the padlock would have made a good horror movie, but Tom’s smile brightened everything. Then I finally saw the house. It was in sad shape. Years of neglect. A few shingles were missing and the paint was peeling.

“I try to come out and clean up at least a couple of times a month, but it’s difficult with my work schedule. It desperately needs a new roof, but I don’t own it. My grandparents left it to my mother and she left it to all four of us, my sisters and my brother and me. They want to sell it, and I don’t have the money to pay them off. They’re trying to get a judge to force me to agree to sell it.” He grabbed the fish and got out of the car. “I don’t want to think about that right now. Let’s go inside.”

We walked up the back porch, and he unlocked the door and we went into a little mudroom. Here, he turned on the breaker box. “It has electricity and water, and I’ve been paying for that. My brother doesn’t think the house is worth saving, but I do.”

We walked into the kitchen; I put the drinks on the table, and Tom slid the box of fish next to them. I took his hands in mine and pulled him to me. We kissed gently. “I love how you’re passionate about this.”

“You understand how I feel then?”

“I do. I do understand. You were happy here, weren’t you? And it’s beautiful.”

He bent forward and kissed my nose. “Let’s eat.”

After we finished eating, Tom took me on a tour of the house. A gentle rain began to fall, and the sky had become slightly darker. Upstairs, he said, “This is the room I always stayed in.”

I walked into a room painted in pale blue. A single dresser stood on one wall opposite a bed with an iron headboard. A solitary window looked out to the fields and trees behind the house. “Do you ever think it would be this easy to get another boy into your room?”

“What? You think this was easy?”

“I guess it seemed easy because you’re so smooth. Just a smooth operator with a sexy voice, and if that voice told me to drop all my clothes, would I be able to resist?”

“You’re teasing me.” Tom looked down to the floor.

“I’m not.” I kissed him as I slid my hands under his t-shirt. I felt his abs and moved up to his hairy pecs. His nipples got hard. “Ask me,” I whispered.

Tom looked directly into my eyes. “Take your clothes off.”

I pulled my shirt off and set it on top of the dresser. I removed my shorts and tossed them on top of the shirt. I slipped my socks off and pulled my underwear down. I placed them on top of my shorts. I stood in front of Tom; my penis slowly filled and raised.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“That’s what I think about you,” I told him.

He pressed against me and kissed me before his lips traveled down to swallow my now hard shaft. How could he know the right amount of pressure to use as his lips moved toward the base of my dick and then slid back up to hold the head of my cock in their grip? While he moved up and down, I felt his finger tease my pucker.

The song ‘Dizzy’ was an accurate representation of how I felt as his mouth made love to me. I wanted so much to tell him to push his finger within me but I could only moan in delight until my breathing became more rapid, and I spilled my seed into his oral orifice.

I wanted to scream that I loved him, but was it too soon? He was making me feel more alive and happy than I had ever thought possible. I dropped to my knees; our eyes locked. I knew that he knew what I was feeling. I reached for his belt buckle. He stood up and hurried out of the room. I heard a door close and the click of a lock.

I needed to hold him and to love him, and he had pulled away from me again.