by Sabrina York
“Rod Maloney,” he greeted with an outstretched hand. As they shook, he frowned a bit. “Have we met somewhere before?”
“I’m Glenn…Carson.” He winced a bit, waiting for recognition and the inevitable blowup. After a second, and another curious smile from Rod, he said, “I don’t believe so.” In a way, he didn’t lie. “I’m not really local. I live in Jacksonville.”
“Okay, cool. I grew up there, but I’m outside of Daytona, now.” Rod gestured to the room. “There’s beer in the mini-fridge. If you want to grab a few, you can tell me all about it.”
“S-sure.”
Rod turned back to the Jacuzzi, showing off an ass so perfect no master sculptor could replicate it in marble. Glenn almost crossed his legs to discourage an immediate, fabric-ripping erection.
“And get naked,” Rod called over his shoulder. “The water’s great.”
“Okay.” Glenn hated how his voice cracked as he answered. Oh, sure, I’ll just take off all my clothes and get into a hot tub with a total stranger. Well, not entirely strange…a guy from my graduating class who never crossed my path, whom I fantasized about the other night and wished we had met way back when. Yeah, it would be easy to act as though stuff like this happened all the time and he could strip to nothing with no hang-ups.
After debating what to do first for about a minute, he removed every stitch and folded his clothes on his duffel. In the mini-fridge, he found a mixed six-pack of Sigmund brews. Choosing two at random, he stepped out into the afternoon sun to an appreciative wolf whistle.
“Nice, very nice.” Rod leaned forward in the tub with his arms folded over the tile rim. Resting his chin on one wrist, he smiled up. “Do me a favor? Could you…?” He lifted his body and twirled his forefinger.
Glenn swallowed. He’d expected to spend naked time with the man at some point, but he didn’t think he’d have to model. He kept fit and had been blessed with a nice cock, but he wouldn’t call himself sports-model cut. He didn’t think he had the Michelangelo-built ass, anyway.
“Go on,” Rod urged, his voice gentle. “Hey, I won’t take any pictures for Instagram if you don’t want me to.”
Shaking off his shyness, Glenn obliged and lost himself in the moment. Still holding a bottle in each hand, he executed a slow turn, stopping on request with his ass facing the hot tub.
“Nice and tight,” Rod murmured. Glenn blushed, no doubt. Water splashed behind him. Had the man left the tub?
Instead of a physical touch, though, a warm voice caressed him. “Indulge me for a sec?” he asked. “Could you”—he laughed a bit, sounding nervous—“let me see all of…it?”
How sweet that Rod’s bravado fumbled a bit. Glenn liked playing the part of seducer, if only by accident. He set the beers on the ground. Taking a deep breath, he grounded his feet and reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart.
“Aw, yeah,” Rod said.
The other man’s enthusiasm warmed his heart and points south.
“Tell me, Glenn Carson of Jacksonville,” Rod said, “do you like having your ass rimmed? I bet your tight hole could use it.”
Whoa. Creative dirty talk—almost ironic for an English teacher. He craned his neck to look at the blond and smiled. “I love it, and I love giving, too. I could suck cock for hours.”
Rod backed up in the Jacuzzi and perched on the far edge. His cock, not quite erect, bobbed up from the swirling water.
“Bring the beers over and get your sweet ass in the hot tub. I want to hear more about what you like.” The man’s voice had turned to pure smoke, capable of making a person come where he stood. Whoever had nicknamed this man Mumbles in high school had never bothered to listen to him.
Glenn grabbed the bottles and eased into the hot water. He hissed as his legs boiled and the heat enveloped him. He hoped to adjust quickly and keep up the sexy talk. More focus on delicious body parts meant less time worrying about high school coming up in conversation.
He handed over the bottle with the blue label of Sigmund Freud munching on a chocolate bar.
“See? Already I know you prefer lighter beer.” Rod pointed at Glenn’s bottle, a pale wheat ale. The Freud on his label wore a straw hat and chewed on a wheat stalk.
“Actually, I don’t drink much alcohol,” he admitted. “I mean, I’m not against it. I have a brew on occasion if I’m out getting wings, but I don’t do the craft beer thing.”
Rod laughed. “Well, maybe I can convert you.” He lifted his chocolate stout. “I own the brewery. We launched five years ago next month.”
“Cool. Happy early anniversary, then. It must be exciting running your own business, being your own boss.” He wouldn’t dare mention the significance of the brand name. “Had you always wanted to operate a brewery?”
“I suppose in a way, yes.” Rod shrugged. “My father owned a store, so I learned a lot from him. My best friend in high school came up with the idea. His dad worked at the brewery in Jax.”
“Oh, okay.” Time to change the subject. He took a generous pull from his bottle. The beer tasted cold and almost sweet going down. “It’s great,” he said. “I’ll be sure to look for this next time I’m shopping.”
“Thanks.” He moved to one side to allow Glenn to sit next to him. By then, the Jacuzzi jets had slowed a bit, so the white foam concealing their bodies had subsided. Rod’s cock stood at full mast underwater, appearing larger thanks to the water’s distortion. He longed to reach for it and stroke the velvet smoothness, maybe cup his balls and massage him to orgasm right there. Rod’s smile and the way he canted his head in invitation implied him conducive to such play.
“So, you like pale ales, sucking cock, and being rimmed.” Rod raised a hand and ticked off the list with his fingers. “What else turns you on?”
“Nothing disgusting, or too kinky,” Glenn said with a short laugh. “I’ll do oral, of course, and I’m a bottom. I’m probably the most vanilla gay guy you’ll ever meet.”
“What’s wrong with vanilla? I’ve been playing around with a vanilla ale, maybe I’ll name it after you.” The brewer took another sip then set down his bottle. With his other hand, he reached for Glenn’s face and pulled him closer. “Come here.”
Rod touched down with soft lips at first then pressed harder, prying open Glenn’s mouth for deep exploration. An explosion of flavors assaulted his senses—chocolate, malt, and just a hint of coffee—and he moaned for more. Soon, their tongues twisted and mated as their lips slid against each other in a searing kiss. Rod shifted to meet him head-on, and they embraced, holding so tight to leave no water separated them.
He felt Rod’s cock against his, and he thrust upward a bit. Rod slid his hands down his back to cup his ass, while a hard swipe against his prick shot a delicious fire through his balls. They tightened and ached all the more when Rod found his anus and breached it with one finger.
He tried to reciprocate, but had trouble reaching. He settled instead for groping Rod’s backside with one hand while searching out his cock with the other. The other man’s balls filled his hand, and with each gentle squeeze, Rod groaned deep into his mouth, sending a vibration down his throat. Damn, he loved this. He figured he could stand here in this hot tub all night in this position and prune like a raisin, so long as Rod didn’t let go.
When the other man pulled away, he sagged down in the tub, already missing the touch. He’d even lost the strength to take Rod’s hand when he offered it.
“Up,” Rod urged, getting out of the tub. His cock bobbed between his thighs. “We gotta move this party indoors before I explode.”
Chapter Four
When he returned to the brewery, first thing, Rod intended to formulate a new beer and name it for Madame Eve. Hell, he’d offer her stock options if they ever went public. This mysterious matchmaker knew her stuff—Glenn personified his idea of an ideal one-night stand. He watched the other man lead the way into the room and sprawl back on the bed. To hell with toweling off first, the man’s water-beaded ass defined
perfection for fucking. Glenn stood tall and lean with skin like pale silk. He couldn’t wait to touch every inch of it.
Rod regarded his new lover and turned up one side of his mouth. “I have to warn you, I sort of end up taking control in bed,” he said. “I’m not into kink, either, but any time you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, all right?”
“I’d feel more comfortable if you got into bed with me,” Glenn said.
Rod settled beside him and rolled into his embrace. They kissed…no, devoured each other like teenagers with the place to themselves, nipping and licking with fervor. He feared he might bruise the other man with his enthusiasm, but Glenn matched his aggression. Their legs twined and their cocks met, and he loved it. He’d heard of men getting off on each other by grinding their pricks, though he’d never considered trying it. The touch excited him, but he wanted to come in this man’s sweet, tight hole.
He reached down to stroke Glenn’s balls then wrapped the base of his stiffening cock. Glenn mirrored the movement, and they spent the next few minutes just kissing and stroking each other. The push toward orgasm built slowly in his groin, but he was careful not to spritz all over the bed and ruin the moment. He craved a full-on explosion while connected to Glenn, with the other man’s sweet ass high in the air.
It hurt to break away, but they had only one night, and time seemed to fly. He broke off the kiss and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Well, hell,” he said. “I’d made a dinner reservation at the resort bar, but I think we missed it.”
Glenn’s fingers circled a nipple, encouraging it to harden. “I guess we could always order in…later.”
Speaking of eating…. Rod nudged him. “On your knees,” he ordered, keeping his voice soft. “Let me see your tight hole again.”
Glenn complied and whimpered a bit when he moved to kneel behind him. “Please,” he said, “I really want to suck you off. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“You sure? Maybe later, after a short rest?” Rod wouldn’t fight a man who wished to blow him, but he worried he wouldn’t be able to go two rounds within a few hours. Of course, the opportunity hadn’t come up before. Could he handle two pops in one night?
“How about this? Lie back.”
Rod took the orders. With his head close to the bed’s foot, he could almost brush the headboard with his feet. He lay on his back for a few seconds before Glenn kicked a leg over him to get into the sixty-nine position. Only, his companion’s cock didn’t hang straight down into his face. Glenn pivoted his ass downward, which made it easier for Rod. He wouldn’t have to arch up too far to rim his ass, and to get easier access to Rod’s cock, the man on top coaxed a pillow underneath his body.
His cock twitched in his partner’s hands, and he sucked in a breath when Glenn sucked the tip into his eager, talented mouth. The attention paid to his prick—the gentle stroking up his shaft, the tongue swirling over each ridge and across the slit—teased him to distraction. He moved his focus and raised his head a few inches to lick the puckered rim of Glenn’s asshole. Glenn moaned his appreciation around Rod’s prick and shot plenty of good sexual electricity up his body to where Rod’s nipples ached.
Confident of his balance, Rod grasped both ass cheeks and pried them farther apart. He licked down and around the tight eye and kissed a path to Glenn’s balls. Rod’s lips brushed smooth, velvet hairless skin. Goosebumps appeared as he nipped at it with a gentle manner. He loved this, loved giving and receiving pleasure. Though he couldn’t see what Glenn did, he enjoyed his cock slipping in and out of an enticing, wet heat.
Two lips slid up his shaft then pursed over the tip. The pain of impending orgasm tingled in his balls, and if he continued to lie here, he’d shoot his load right into Glenn’s mouth. Tempting, but he needed more.
He slapped the other man’s rump and pushed. “Stop! Condom, please.” Glenn tumbled to one side and scrambled off the bed to his overnight bag. “Okay, let’s try getting on your knees again,” Rod said, fumbling with the foil packet. “I have to fuck you so bad.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through the air. Glenn stretched like a cat for a second before assuming the kneeling position. “I don’t think this is going to be a bad fuck at all,” he said.
“You know what I mean. Damn, I can’t think straight.” He shook his head.
“Good.”
“Funny.” Got him again. Bazinga. At last, he rolled the latex to the base of his cock and reached down for a small bottle of lube. He squirted a generous drop straight from the spout down the crack of Glenn’s ass then slathered the clear, thick liquid over the hole and inside. He pushed in one finger to start, then three, all the while gauging his companion’s comfort through his cries. Glenn appeared tight but took his fingers without complaint. “Oh, yeah.” He had to fuck this man.
“Hang on,” he warned, and curled a hand around one of his hips while he breached the hole. His cock passed the outer ring of muscle at a snail’s pace, and he savored the constricting friction. Glenn squirmed and thrashed his head, though remained silent.
“Hey, let it out,” Rod told him. “If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” Glenn all but shouted, so he thrust all the way in. He concentrated on the other man’s bowed back and whitened knuckles fisting the sheets. His lover had turned into some kind of bronco he needed to ride to orgasm. Guess I should hang on, too.
“Damn, you’re splitting me in two,” Glenn bit out, “but I love it so much. Fuck me hard.”
No need to tell him twice. He leaned back to watch his cock claim his date. He thrust hard and quick, his balls smacking against Glenn’s and enhancing their mutual pleasure. Every few seconds, Glenn would crane his neck to see the cock screwing him, but he didn’t know if he could. Their eyes met more than once, though, and he savored the warmth of Glenn’s silent passion.
“You think you could do this all night?” Glenn asked.
“I wish.” He pushed to the hilt and held for a beat, drawing out a long hiss from his lover. “You like it?” He pivoted out and pumped harder. “Maybe you want to switch? Get on top and ride my cock?”
Rod closed his eyes for a moment to picture it: Glenn straddling his hips, impaled on his shaft and rocking back and forth. Nobody had done it to him since….
Damn it. He’d sworn he wouldn’t bring Derek into this. He intended to move forward tonight, not wallow in what could have been. He pushed deep into Glenn’s ass and reached up to pinch his nipples, which tended to arouse him. Anything to keep from going soft.
“How about I do this?” Glenn asked, and Rod’s heart pulsed fast. The man had tightened his rectum, clamping down hard on him. It nearly disrupted their rhythm, but it kept him erect and fucking. It also stoked the desire pooling down in his balls. He would come soon.
“Do it with me,” he ordered, and panted with his increased speed. Glenn met the thrusts by pushing back against his thighs then grabbed his cock to stroke to climax. His orgasm shook his body, with his cum shooting into the condom and heating his skin. Glenn fell over the edge seconds later, tugging at his shaft and milking his cock until the other man collapsed on him.
They were still wet—maybe from the hot tub, maybe because they’d each broken a sweat. Rod gasped like he’d endured a workout.
His cock slipped free, and he eased off the condom, dropping it to the floor. Spooning Glenn into his arms, he kissed the other man’s neck and shoulder and waited for his panting to subside before he spoke. “You still want to order in?”
***
“I don’t think I can reach the phone.” Glenn ached all over, his arms and legs sore from supporting his body, and his ass…well, he chose to slide all pain into the win column. He’d feel the burn and enjoy the memory of it for weeks and months, perhaps the rest of his life.
“Yeah, nothing like a good, hard fuck.” Rod shook with laughter. He patted Glenn’s hip and rolled away. At once the room cooled. “I could go for a shower. How about you?” Rod strode towar
d the bathroom. “Was thinking of a quick rinse then sitting in the hot tub.”
Glenn took a deep breath and rolled onto his back. How in the hell could the former Mumbles Maloney recover from mind-blowing sex, all energetic and chipper? He didn’t want to move. He needed a nap to regain his strength—oh, never mind, call a priest and a shaman to pray over him so he could use his legs again.
Still, he considered getting up to join his companion in the shower. They seemed to do well with water. “I’d love to go down on you in the shower,” he called out. “I’d kneel in the stall and suck on you with the water raining on us.”
Rod turned to him and grinned. “You sure you wouldn’t drown?”
“What a way to go.”
After a few more seconds of banter, Glenn followed his date into the spacious bathroom where they embraced and kissed under the dual spray of the Swedish-style shower. He didn’t get the chance to perform oral with Rod’s attention to their lip-lock, but he enjoyed soaping up Rod’s chest and firm ass. He let Rod scrub him clean as well and braced against one tiled wall for a chance at the receiving end of a finger fuck. At one point, his partner hit the P-spot, and he all but shot through the ceiling.
“Heh. Good thing we weren’t outside. We’d have to search for you somewhere in the Atlantic,” Rod teased.
Eventually, they returned to the Jacuzzi. Rod picked out two more beers, and they nestled together in the bubbling water, drinking and enjoying the dimming evening.
“It’s so quiet here,” Glenn remarked. “I wonder if they booked any of these other bungalows.”
Rod shrugged. “If so, I hope the walls are thick for our neighbors’ sakes. Unless, of course, they’re all 1Night Stand customers, too. Then it won’t really matter, huh?”
He laughed at the idea. Madame Eve might arrange to bring other Florida matched couples here. The Castillo at Ponce, without a doubt, lived up to its advertising. Once he’d saved up enough money again, he’d consider a long weekend at the resort, just to relax.