The Bogus Boyfriend

by Rebecca James

  “Don’t let that stop you,” Nana said. “I’m warning you, Peanut. You’ll regret it if you do.”

  I smiled at her childhood nickname for me and stood. “I’ll keep that in mind. I need to go. You going to be all right?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Bring Collin with you,” she called to me as I slipped out of the room.

  I met up with Greg, Max, and Barry at the cinema they’d chosen where we watched a movie so bad, it had us laughing about it over drinks afterward.

  “I mean, was that thing supposed to be scary?” Barry asked. “It looked like something out of a kids’ cartoon.”

  “I even wondered if it was supposed to be funny,” Max said.

  “Unfortunately, I don’t think it was,” I said.

  “Andi just texted me,” Greg said, looking up from his phone. “They’re on their way here,” Greg said.

  We moved from the bar to a table. We’d had a few drinks, and the subject turned to sex.

  “Braden’s a fucking animal in bed,” Max said. “Sometimes I feel too old for him.”

  I mostly kept silent, as I didn’t like to talk about sex when I was seeing someone. It was too private. When I saw Max look toward the door, I knew the guys had arrived and butterflies let loose in my stomach. Collin wore a black shirt that hugged his fit torso, ass-hugging jeans, and those sexy glasses. My cock stirred along with my heart.

  Well, shit. I needed to have a talk with him. After tomorrow, we’d be going our separate ways, and I knew Nana was right—I would hate myself if I didn’t at least get Collin to agree to meet up again.

  I scooted over a seat and when Collin sat down, I leaned in and kissed him. He tasted like beer and lime and something salty.

  “How was the movie?” he asked.

  Braden had plopped down on Max’s lap, head on the bigger man’s shoulder.

  “Shit,” Max answered for me.

  That started us off on a shared rant about all the ways the movie had sucked. Collin seemed happy; his alone-time with the group must have gone well. I wondered if that meant he’d decided to keep in touch with them.

  On our way back to the hotel a few hours later, after agreeing to meet the others for breakfast the following morning, I turned to Collin in the dim interior of the back of the cab.

  “Spend the night with me?”

  Collin smiled. “Sure. I need to grab some stuff from my room first.”

  I was nervous. What if I brought up seeing one another again, and he didn’t want to? What if this had just been the fun fling for him it had started out as, while it had somehow turned out to be much more for me? I didn’t want him to feel beholden to see me again out of a sense of misplaced gratitude for my helping him out.

  Once in my room, Collin set the small bag of clothes and toiletries on the table. “I want to take a shower. Join me?”

  I couldn’t pass that up. We undressed, and my eyes zeroed in on his round ass as he walked in front of me into the bathroom. By the time he had the water adjusted, my cock was standing out in front of me. Collin smiled sexily when he saw it, then stepped into the tub. I stepped in after him and pulled the curtain closed. We stood under the spray of water, hands running over one another’s naked bodies. I licked a stripe from Collin’s shoulder to his ear, then nibbled on his lobe. I felt his heartbeat speed up beneath my palm. Wrapping my arms around him, my hands gravitated to the perfect globes of his ass.

  “I want to rim you,” I said in his ear. “Will you let me?”

  He shuddered against me. I could feel against my thigh how hard he was.

  “I’ve never done that before,” he said.

  “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” I ran my fingers into his crack and stroked his hole, bringing him onto his toes in pleasure.

  “Okay, I-I’ll just wash real well.”

  I smiled. He was adorable. “Allow me.” I soaped up my hands and ran my fingers between the cheeks of his ass, making sure to penetrate him slightly before holding him open to the spray of water. He panted against me, and when I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t tell the black pupils from the brown irises. Suddenly overwhelmingly hungry for him, I took his mouth, eagerly pushing my tongue deep inside.

  “Ready?” I asked after several long moments of frantic kissing. When he nodded jerkily, chest heaving, we both did a cursory wash of the rest of our bodies and got out to dry off. Then I placed his glasses back on his nose and led him into the bedroom.

  When I had Collin spread out on the bed the way I wanted him, on his stomach with a pillow tucked under his hips, I stood back to take him in. He was beautiful.

  “Spread those legs, babe.” I sounded like I’d swallowed glass, voice rough with need.

  Collin slowly complied, and I didn’t think I could get any harder until I saw those cheeks part and that little hole winking in anticipation. I loved the way I had him laid out, butt raised and ready for me to lick, suck, and bite to my heart’s content. Crawling up from the bottom of the bed, I settled myself between his long legs, running my palms over the soft, dark hair on them before gently reaching underneath and bringing his cock down to rest on the mattress. It was long, cut, and slightly pink at the tip. His balls were large with a lot of skin, and they were tightening up, the sac shrinking as his desire increased. Collin breathed erratically, small tremors running through his body. I wanted to take him apart—make the staid, buttoned-up computer geek scream my name without a thought to who might hear.

  My cock jerked and leaked just thinking about it.

  Settling onto the mattress, my face hovered over Collin’s ass, breath hitting his freshly-washed skin. Goosebumps rose on his flesh, and I caught the slight upward tilt of his hips.

  Yeah, he wanted it, and that turned me on.

  With my thumbs, I gently parted his cheeks and blew on his pucker. Collin made a noise halfway between a gulp and a whimper.

  “You have such a pretty little hole,” I told him, and he moaned. I was glad he seemed to like dirty talk because I loved it.

  “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” I said before licking from the tip of his cock all the way up to his tail bone. Collin cried out and clutched at the covers as I laved at his hole until the dark hair there lay flat on his skin, glistening with my saliva.

  “Oh, God, Damon.” His voice was muffled by the pillow he’d brought under his face. “Th-that’s so good.”

  I smiled. “Glad you like it,” I said before biting inside his ass cheek. He cried out, but the next second, he raised his ass for more. I chuckled thickly, eyes on the graceful arch of Collin’s back and how his muscular torso widened into strong shoulders just below his dark head of hair. I sucked at his hole, enjoying the clean skin taste of him. My whiskers turned his sensitive skin a dull red as I ate him out, nibbling, licking, and probing with my tongue.

  Collin gasped and called out my name several times, too quietly for my liking. I increased my attention to his ass, sucking on his taint before diving between his cheeks like a starving man, making wet, hungry noises that filled the room. Those noises were soon drowned out by Collin’s groans of pleasure.

  “If you were mine, I’d pierce you right here,” I said, lips against his taint. “And here.” I moved up to tongue his hole again. “One ball on each side to slide my cock against when I fucked you.”

  Collin looked over his shoulder, eyes black in his pale face. “Damon, Damon, please…I need…”

  He jerked when I ran my thumb over the head of his rigid cock.

  “You taste so good,” I told him. I pulled his hole open with my thumbs and let a stream of spit trickle from my mouth down inside him and thought about what it would be like to take him bare. I went at his hole again, full force, letting go with a popping noise.

  “Eh—oohh, uhhhh…” Collin pushed his ass closer to my mouth.

  I was turned on beyond belief, out of breath and so damn hard. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you? I wanted to e
at this ass since I saw it in the elevator.” When I began tongue-punching him, I got what I wanted.

  “Damon! God, Damon! Oh God, God, Damon!” Collin cried out, body shaking. I wondered if I could make him come just by rimming him.

  Always up for a challenge, I wrapped my arms around his thighs and continued my assault. Something about this man—whether his tight ass or his quiet, nerdy demeanor—made me crazy with lust, and I went at him like an animal until he raised up to let his cock between his body and the pillow and started humping it with abandon. I let him, continuing to slurp and nip at his ass until he seized up and came hard in the most beautiful display I’d ever seen.

  Mindless with need, I got up on my knees, took myself in hand, and with less than five strokes, shot all over Collin’s beautiful ass and lower back. Then I licked every last drop off him.

  Collin

  I was glad Damon fell asleep after we fooled around. My cheeks pinked every time I thought about how I’d reacted to what he’d done. When he’d told me he wanted to rim me, my dick had immediately reacted. There was no doubt the thought turned me on, but thinking about the logistics had really embarrassed me. It helped that we’d been in the shower, and I knew I was squeaky clean. His water-slick sexy body and the way he’d looked at me had been pretty convincing too.

  The whole experience had been incredible.

  As I lay beside him, watching him sleep, a myriad of emotions coursed through me: the tinge of embarrassment, pride that I’d let myself try something I’d always wondered about, gratefulness to Damon for all he’d done for me that weekend, regret that it was almost over. And overlaying it all, a budding affection for the man sleeping beside me.

  Much of Damon’s bad-boy appearance faded when he slept, making him look younger and a little vulnerable. My heart squeezed as I told myself not to go there. Not to get attached. Tomorrow night we’d be going our separate ways. It was too bad…with Damon, I might have had the guts to try things I’d always thought about but knew I’d chicken out of if given the opportunity. More than that, though, I really liked Damon. He was fun, nice, gorgeous, good in bed—just all around perfect. Why he had offered to help me out, I’d never understand.

  I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, limp after my hard orgasm. Dinner with the guys hadn’t been as awkward as I’d been afraid it would be. Braden had been in a good mood, and when I’d told him I admired him for what he’d done back in school—being out and proud at the prom—he’d softened. I’d realized he was deeply in love with Max and that their relationship had layers to it. Max thought himself too old for Braden, yet he stayed around. Braden was terrified of losing him.

  Out of all the guys, Andi and I had connected the most and promised to keep in touch. I glanced at Damon. How would he feel about keeping in touch with me after this weekend? Would it be possible?

  Don’t go there, I told myself. The weekend was spontaneous and a great memory. Leave it at that.

  Damon rolled onto his stomach, snuggling closer to me, the warmth of his body now familiar. Naked in the air conditioned hotel room, I was beginning to get cold, and I couldn’t get to the covers underneath us. I turned my face, burrowing my nose in Damon’s dark hair.

  “What are you thinking?” he surprised me by asking.

  “I thought you were asleep,” I said.

  “Mmm-mmm,” he hummed. “Tell me what you’re thinking so hard about.”

  “Just how easy this weekend’s been,” I said. “I kind of wish we had more time to…uh, explore.”

  Damon opened one eye and looked up at me. “Explore?”

  My face got hot. “Well, yeah. You’re easy to be with, and…the sex is good. At least, I think so.”

  Damon smiled. “It is.” His hand moved to wrap around my cock.

  “See?” I groaned. “I’m already getting hard again.”

  “You’re not the only one,” Damon said, rolling to his side. I looked down to see his cock pointing toward me. On impulse, I licked my thumb and ran it over the soft mushroom head.

  Damon moaned. “What kind of things were you thinking of exploring?” he asked gruffly.

  I shrugged. “Just things. No point in getting into it.”

  Damon raised himself to his elbow, looking down at me, searching for something. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s what you want.”

  “Really?” I asked, stunned.

  He smiled. “Yeah. I was thinking maybe I could visit you on a long weekend. Or you could visit me. Maybe Labor Day.”

  I couldn’t keep the grin from my face. “I’d like that. Yeah.” I suddenly felt giddy. He really wanted to see me again.

  He kissed my nose then nuzzled my cheek. I traced the sun tattoo on his upper arm.

  “Now that we’ve settled that, tell me what you were imagining us doing.”

  I swallowed, thinking. “I’ve just never been adventurous. Work takes up a lot of my time, and I’m not very social. But sometimes, alone at night, I have thoughts.”

  “Fantasies?” Damon expression was open and nonjudgmental.

  “Not very racy ones,” I admitted. “Just stuff like…” I licked my lips and noticed Damon’s gaze following the movement of my tongue. It gave me the courage to be truthful. “…getting fucked up against a wall. Or a…window.” I flushed but forged ahead. “Or over a table.”

  Damon’s eyes met mine and the look in them lit a fire inside me.

  “I’m totally up for that.”

  Now my dick really was hard. “Which one?”

  “All of them.” Damon grinned. “Want to know what I fantasize about when I look at you?”

  I nodded.

  “Fucking you next to your computer, you naked, me clothed. Sucking you off somewhere we could get caught. Pulling down your pants, laying you over my knee, and spanking that incredible ass of yours with your hard cock pinned between my thighs. And that’s just for starters.”

  I stared at him, wide-eyed.

  “Fuck, Damon,” I whispered hoarsely. “Now I really do wish we had more time. Labor Day’s pretty far away.”

  He seemed to consider for a moment. “I might be able to swing a weekend in July.”

  “Nashville’s a great city,” I said, heart pounding in my ears.

  “And you’d like Pittsburgh,” he told me. “You could come there Labor Day.”

  I thought about getting on a plane and flying to spend a weekend with Damon, and the thought excited me.

  “I could.”

  We grinned at each other, and I pulled him down for a kiss. We made out for a while, each with a hand on the other’s cock—which led to another orgasm for each of us. It was late when we fell asleep, and I set the alarm so we wouldn’t oversleep and miss the goodbye breakfast with the guys.

  But incredibly excited that more weekends with Damon were a possibility for the future.

  Damon

  I stared at Collin all through breakfast, the knowledge that we’d be going our own ways a lump in my stomach. I was so damned relieved he’d agreed to mutual long-distance visits. Part of me was even jumping ahead, thinking maybe Nashville wouldn’t be a bad place to live.

  Breakfast over, I said goodbye to Collin’s friends.

  “You two are great together,” Andi said as he hugged us. I liked him and Greg best. They were a weird fit but a good one, and I suddenly realized you could say the same thing about me and Collin.

  Greg punched me in the arm. “I don’t know how you guys do the long distance thing. I can’t be away from Andi longer than a few hours.” He flung his arm around Andi, who smiled up at him, obviously head over heels.

  “Yeah, we were thinking of rectifying that,” I said, still playing the part. Afraid of fucking up our story, Collin and I had stuck to the truth as much as possible, saying we’d been in a long-distance relationship for several months. Although I hadn’t been worried about the ruse in the least, thinking back, I knew things could have gone horribly wrong in a situation like this. And now th
at I knew Collin better, the thought of how that would have affected him hurt.

  After the group left, Collin and I lingered in the restaurant sipping coffee.

  “I was dreading this weekend so much,” Collin said, gazing out the window at the busy street. “But it turned out to be okay.” He turned to me, dark eyes sincere. “Thank you for putting yourself out there. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

  I smiled. Collin looked so hot with his morning scruff, sexy glasses, and Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt, I just wanted to drag him back to bed.

  “Believe me when I say it was my pleasure. I’m always up for something new and exciting, and I’m looking forward to seeing where this leads.”

  “I like that about you,” Collin said. “I wish I was more like that.”

  “You’re pretty exciting in my book,” I said.

  Collin ran his fingers over the rim of his coffee cup. “It was easy here, but back home, I’m about as boring as you get.” He glanced up. “You might come visit and find you don’t like me so much after all.”

  “I highly doubt that,” I said.

  “It’s okay if you were just being nice. Honestly, I don’t expect anything from you.”

  We’d exchanged numbers earlier in the weekend, and I guessed Collin wouldn’t believe what I was saying until he heard from me after he got home.

  “What time’s your flight?” I asked.

  “Five-fifteen. Yours?”

  “Not until eleven tonight. I told Nana this morning I’d be there later in the afternoon to visit.” I leaned back. “What do you want to do in the meantime?”

  Collin looked surprised, as though he’d thought the minute his friends were out of the picture, we’d say our goodbyes, even thought we’d agreed to see one another in the future.

  “Uh, I don’t know.”

  “We could do more sight-seeing. Or we can make one of those fantasies come true. It’s up to you.” I smiled my best flirty smile.

  “I promised Andi I’d visit next year,” Collin said. “I can always sight-see then.”

  “Good choice.”