David bent down to the pants around his ankles to get some tissues, and only then he turned around slowly. It was actually useful that Raja had pulled up his shirt because it would have been cumstained otherwise.
“I’ll be working today with your sperm on me…” he whispered and pulled his pants up with his cheeks burning.
Raja laughed and rubbed his nose against David’s forehead. “In the real world, we say cum.”
David let out a long exhale and leaned in for a kiss as he zipped up his pants. “Cum,” he said into Raja’s lips with a little smile he couldn’t help. He was too elated for his own good.
Raja nipped at them and petted David’s nape. “Love the way you say it. That’s what you’re gonna beg for the next time we meet. You will call me, won’t you?” he asked, glancing at David.
David pulled down his T-shirt, annoyed that he had to part from Raja’s lips and beard to do so. “I will.”
Raja winked at him and pulled David back so they could open the door. The scent of flowers filled his nostrils, and the brightness of the shop made David blink. It was as if he stepped back into a completely different life when Raja walked across the store and unlocked the door.
There was still no one in the street, no one waiting at the door. There had been no calls, and no one would ever know what they’d done. He was too lucky for his own good. David’s smile widened on its own accord as he watched Raja. So handsome, so hot, and yet he came back for David, and would be waiting for David’s call to get more.
“Thank you for cumming…” David said with a silly grin, and leaned over the counter.
Raja smiled at him from behind the shades he’d just donned, and walked out, with the daisies still adorning his beard.
Chapter 12
“Oh, and the baby’s bottle is—”
“In the cupboard over the sink,” David finished for Asty with a smile. After over a month of living with them, he was well versed in what little Bell needed and when, so he didn’t think one night would be so difficult to handle. Hunter had already told David he was like a dog in heat, itching to get his hands on Asty at the hotel. Not that they weren’t having sex at home. David had even walked in on them doing it in the kitchen and had to quickly back out. Up to this day, he was pretty sure they didn’t know.
But even around a baby as quiet and non-problematic as Bell, he supposed the parents could never completely relax, so he was happy to babysit for them so they could have some time to themselves.
Asty was still running around to add the finishing touches to her look, as it was the first time in ages since she could go all out and not have to worry about the baby puking or salivating on her at the worst possible moment. Dressed in a long brocade skirt with an overlay of tulle and a print of some kind of occult writing, paired with a blouse that showcased her breasts, she was a whirlwind of black and burgundy. David’s mother hated Asty’s style. She was too pale, too skinny, and looked like a vampire, and while David agreed that Asty’s appearance was very extravagantly Goth, he also knew that she was warm and caring to her friends.
Hunter waited by the door, rolling on the balls of his feet and pretending that waiting didn’t bother him. But since the concert they were going to was in another town, they wanted to give themselves some extra time in case of traffic.
David sat on the couch and snorted when Hunter discreetly rolled his eyes to him, but he wasn’t any better, because it was Asty who did Hunter’s demonic black-and-white makeup before she even started working on herself.
“You’ll get used to it when you move in with a woman. Unless you’re into tomboys, but I guess that’s not gonna happen,” said Hunter, winking at David from behind the caked-on white foundation that Asty called ‘corpsepaint’. For Satanists, David’s brother and his fiancée were surprisingly non-threatening. They just looked weird.
“Um… I don’t know yet.” He squirmed in his place on the sofa. He knew exactly what he wanted in his house. A muscular, bearded guy who needed no makeup at all to look heart-melting. And as David thought of Raja, he looked down at his phone. The house would be his tonight. The baby was usually quiet enough for David to periodically check whether it was still alive in its cot, and Hunter wouldn’t be back until morning.
He texted Raja. [I’ve been thinking about you.]
Hunter snapped his fingers. “David. Come on. I’m talking to you. Stop playing Candy Crush.”
David looked up, feeling uneasy about violating house rules behind his brother’s back, but he was still doing it. Maybe he wasn’t the good boy everyone considered him to be? Maybe he was secretly a rebel?
Hunted sighed and leaned forward. “Look, I know this isn’t a comfortable topic for you, but staying celibate until marriage really isn’t a very good idea. You need to know what you want in a woman before you marry her.”
David’s eyes went wide. Oh no. Not the sex talk. “I don’t know, it’s confusing. I don’t want to let God down.” And he really didn’t, but Raja broke through all of his defences. David had no chance. Not really. It wasn’t his fault.
“Do you really want the kind of marriage our parents have?” asked Hunter. “I bet if they hadn’t married right away, they wouldn’t have ended up together. They’re like fire and water.”
David just stared, unhappy with where this was going. “Opposites can attract…”
“That’s not the point. You need to know something about women to actually choose one. You won’t if your knowledge of intimacy stops at hand holding,” said Hunter. “I know this is hard for you, and you have no experience, but there is this one hangaround, Natasha. She’s sweet, and she thinks you’re cute. Maybe you could go out with her now that you have your own money?”
David hung his head in shame. Hunter was trying so hard, and David didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. The problem was he didn’t understand the truth all that much himself. Was he actually gay? Was what he was feeling the same thing other gay people felt? Maybe it was something that could be cured. But then again, Raja advised him against it with so much conviction.
“That’s really nice, thanks, but there’s someone I have my eye on, and I want to see how that goes.” There. Not a lie.
Hunter’s eyes twinkled, and he straightened up at the same moment David’s cell phone buzzed.
“Is that her?”
David flushed, but Asty rushing into the hall rescued him from yet another round of questions. “Ready,” she said breathlessly and put on her coffin-shaped backpack.
“Wait, wait, wait. David’s telling me he has a girlfriend,” Hunter said quickly.
David put his hand over his face. “She’s not my girlfriend…”
Asty grinned. “Really? Is it the girl you work with? The one with purple hair? She’s pretty,” she said, lowering her voice, as if she were trying to keep it a secret.
“No, really, guys, please. This might not work out at all. I’ll let you know.”
Hunter groaned. “But you gotta get some guidance…”
Asty pulled on Hunter’s arm. “Your amazing insight can wait. Let’s go.”
Hunter grinned and slapped her ass through the skirt. “I’ll show you all of my insight later.”
Asty gave him a kiss, and they went to the door, but she still turned around toward David once more. “Oh, and at night, he likes his spider rattle best.”
Hunter put his arm over her shoulders. “He knows Bell, he’ll be fine.”
David chewed on his lip and squeezed the cell phone in his hand. The blatantly sexual comments did make him a bit uncomfortable, but they were practically married, so he supposed it could be forgiven.
In the end, he showed them out and promised to call if anything strange happened. He didn’t even wait to get back to the sofa and read Raja’s answer on the way there.
[How hard are you when you miss me? ;)]
David curled his knees up to his chest once he sat down. [Not at all. I think only nice things about you. I want to cuddl
e up to your beard.]
Raja replied right away. [Are you saying hard isn’t nice? I like you hard.]
David bit on his thumb with a smile. He loved teasing Raja, because he knew Raja would come right back at him anyway. [Hard is sexy.]
[Okay, then think sexy thoughts about me too. Promise? I’m jerking off a lot since I visited you at work.]
The image of Raja taking a quick break to masturbate in some bathroom came to David’s mind, and that did get his blood flowing. [It kinda turns me on that no one found out.]
[Where else do you want to do it without anyone finding out? ;)]
David took his time with his thumb hovering over the screen of his phone. Should he invite Raja or not? [Depends on how excited you are to see me.]
Raja took a longer time to answer, but in the end, David got a picture instead of text. He frowned as the image loaded, but when it appeared, it was as if Raja suddenly appeared behind David and tugged on his cock.
A dark dick grew proudly out of a thatch of black pubes, thick and almost purple in shade against the pale palm of Raja’s hand.
David froze, but his breathing became so hot it scorched his throat dry. What was he supposed to do? The flirting he was sort of comfortable with, but what were the rules about sending a photo like that? Was he supposed to send one back? Was he supposed to write how hot and thick it looked, or should he write what he wanted to do with it?
He desperately looked through his contacts for someone he could ask. Hunter and Asty would mock him and ask too many questions, his parents were a no-go, Lindell was too old and was still his boss, while his high school friends were either very innocent or would gossip about it.
Lucky.
David stopped at Lucky’s phone. The guy could be a bit rude, but David had talked to him quite a few times since they met and had gotten much more comfortable around him. And all in all, Lucky had helped David get a job, was young, and fun, so he could know about these things.
[Hey, this will be a bit of an odd question, but I can’t think of anyone else I could ask this… And please don’t tell anyone I did, or I will hate you forever. If a girl sent me a photo of her] David raked his brain for how to call it [intimate parts, should I like… compliment them? Or send a photo back? Or… I mean… what do you do?]
He groaned as he looked at the text, but it was done. He sent it. He looked back to the photo he received from Raja and smiled. Wow… It was just so… wow. He’d seen it in real life, but it still turned him on that he could now look at it again and again any time he fancied.
Finally, the message back from Lucky came. [Wow. She must be really into you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. If she trusted you enough to send you a dickpic, you should definitely send one back. Because it’s not a vagina-shot, is it? :P]
David whined to himself. So rude yet so accurate. Then again, if Lucky said this about ‘dickpics’, and he was gay, he likely knew what he was talking about.
[It’s not a dickpic!] David lied in frustration. Lucky would always say this kind of stuff to him, but after the few times they hung out, it grew on David.
[Good luck.] Lucky texted back with a devil emoji.
David looked back at the photo Raja sent him, and it was enough to get him harder by the second. He’d love to suck on it again, have Raja push it into his mouth like he did that first time…
Where should David do his dickpic anyway? He paced to the kitchen in search of good lighting. Should he hold his cock in his hand? He was getting increasingly flustered. Maybe a casual shot on the sofa? How would his cock even look on camera? Was it dickpic-worthy?
He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to get his cock out and took a deep breath as he tried to get the camera to focus on his junk. Should he include a bit of his stomach as well? He put the phone on the counter and pulled off his T-shirt, only to have his pants fall to his ankles. After a moment of stalling, David decided the sweats pooling at his feet could work as a background and got on with it.
He looked at Raja’s photo again and gave his own cock a few more strokes to get fully hard, then held his breath and took the photo. Then another one. And then another, because none of them seemed good enough to rival Raja’s. He looked through the ten photographs and sent what he thought was the best one. Question was whether Raja would feel the same way.
The answer came almost immediately. [Damn. You’re gonna get me hard again, and no payoff in sight!]
David didn’t even have enough time to answer before the next message came through from Raja.
[It’s so pink. I’m gonna suck it dry and drink all the spunk you stored for me throughout the years.]
David whimpered, standing in the kitchen with his pants around his ankles. That was so hot. [You want to suck me?] His palms got sweaty at the thought of Raja’s beard tickling his thighs.
[And lick your hairy balls.] answered Raja.
[They’re not hairy!] Were they? David bent over to have look. He supposed they were fuzzy.
[Yes they are. Omnomnom.] wrote Raja.
David groaned when Behemoth, Asty’s cat, meowed and decided to sit in David’s pants, between his feet. [I want that… Are you free tonight?] He felt so dirty from just writing it. He would go straight to hell.
Raja replied with another dickpic, this time one less carefully framed. It was his cock sticking out of the zipper of his jeans, beckoning David to have a taste.
David licked his lips and decided to take this in a different direction. He took another dickpic, with the focus on the cat between his legs. [Are you okay with cat hair?]
[I’m okay with anything as long as your dick is involved. Where and when? ;)] Raja asked. Always so straightforward. David was attracted to that trait of Raja’s like Behemoth to the catnip Asty kept in the shed.
[At Hunter’s in two hours? He’s gone out with Asty for the whole night. They’re staying at a hotel… Am I a bad person?]
[No. You are a smart boy. Will be there so save your spunk for me.] sent back Raja.
David bit back a silly grin. [I will, but you too. :* ]
[Deal. My balls are gonna be blue when I arrive.]
[Maybe I’ll lick them too.] David dared to write, but this sex talk needed to end if he was to wait for Raja with his orgasm.
Thankfully, Raja went silent, but that meant that David only had two hours left to prepare. How should he start? New sheets, definitely.
He rushed to the cupboard upstairs, where he knew Asty and Hunter kept their spare sheets and quickly changed them, eyeing his room for any items he didn’t want Raja to see.
As much as he felt guilty about it, the Bible went under the bed. The faster he worked on cleaning the place, the more flustered he got. He knew so little about what the sex would actually look like. Would Raja just go at it like mad, the way they did in porn movies? Would it actually not hurt, like he’d promised, or had it just been a way to coax consent out of David?
Just as he was getting refreshments from the fridge, his phone rang, and for a second he thought it was Raja arriving early when David still needed to shower and google some stuff, but it was his mom.
He put the phone on speaker mode and rushed to Hunter and Asty’s bedroom to steal a condom. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“Hi, baby. How’s your job?” she asked cheerfully as he opened up the bedside drawer. There were some books and jewelry in there, but the middle one contained just what he needed... and also some stuff he didn’t really need to see. He grabbed the unopened pack of condoms, as well as a tube of lubricant that had obviously been used. They wouldn’t notice if he put it back before morning, would they?
“Oh, job’s good. My boss brought homemade cheesecake to work. It wasn’t as good as yours though.”
“Oh, that’s so nice of him. His wife must be baking a lot if there was any excess cake,” said Mom, who still had no idea how non-straight David’s work environment was. Even Suzy had told him she dated girls as well as guys. It had to be the area.
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bsp; David swallowed and sat on the floor with the condoms in his hand. This conversation needed to start somewhere. “He baked it himself. He’s got a partner, not a wife…”
“Like a girlfriend?”
“No, like… a boyfriend. But I don’t know if that’s the right term, because they’re both over forty.”
The silence at the other end of the line was like a spike drilling into David’s lungs and robbing him of air. Eventually, Mom took a loud, shuddery breath and spoke again. “Are you sure it’s the right kind of environment for you? He hasn’t behaved inappropriately toward you, has he? You have the moral obligation to say no to any advances!”
David groaned, and when he realized this chat would take a while, he got up and went to his room, to place the lube and condoms by the bed. He didn’t want to talk about these things now. He wanted Raja to hug him.
“No, he’s very nice. He’s teaching me all sorts of things about flowers, and his partner is a lawyer. They actually met at a wedding.”
His mom sighed. “Honey, I know you have such a kind heart, and you want to see the good in everyone, but I don’t think you should socialize with those people. Be nice and professional, but it’s not healthy to be associated with gays. Are those people friends of Asty’s?”
David rubbed his forehead and looked at the clock. Ninety minutes left. “No, I mean, yes… Her brother’s gay, and he’s nice too. I— I don’t know.” Why did she have to call him now?
“I knew Hunter and Asty would be a bad influence!” called out Mom on the other side of the line. “Did they even hang the cross we gave the baby?” Mom refused to call Bell by his name, as it was short for Beelzebub. David also believed it was strange at best, but the name was supposedly an homage to Asty’s other brother, who died not so long ago.
“Yes, Mom, it’s in the baby’s room.” Upside down, but she didn’t need to know that. Hunter thought it was very funny, David was appalled, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t his house. “And I’m doing fine, really. I like it here. I’m working on their garden, and meeting interesting people.” He didn’t even know why, but his eyes started welling up. He wanted to tell her about Raja so much, but he knew she’d hate it. She’d hate to hear he was probably gay, she’d hate that he was considering dating a guy, and she’d hate it even more if she knew the guy was ten years older than David, and a big, bad biker with a fat black beard at that.
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