by Ryan Field
By the time they reached Saks and the car came to a loud, violent halt, Josh’s face was red and there was an indentation in the leather seat from where he’d been squeezing. Russell climbed out first and opened the passenger-side door. He pressed his lips together tightly to hold back a huge smile. Roland laughed. He knew Russell was a fast driver, but also knew Russell purposely drove extra fast to frighten Josh.
Josh bolted from the back seat. “Is everything alright?” Russell asked.
“Everything is fine,” Roland said, stepping onto the sidewalk. “I’ll call you when we need the car again. He glared at Russell and shook his head.”
Russell put on his most innocent expression and shrugged. “I’ll be close by.”
At first the sales people in Saks ignored Josh. They saw a good-looking (but obviously broke) young guy, dressed in torn, generic jeans and a tight shirt. When Josh asked a salesperson in men’s formalwear where the 42-longs were and the guy replied, “Somewhere over there,” without looking up, Roland deemed it time to take control. He tapped this salesperson on the shoulder.
“My name is Roland Marcus. I have an account here and I’m shopping today with my friend. We’re going to purchase a great deal of merchandise from your store today and I know you will do everything to ensure this is a wonderful experience.” He pulled a $100 bill from his pocket and placed it in the man’s hand.
The salesperson stepped back and smiled. “Of course, Mr. Marcus. I’ll personally assist with everything to be sure you are both satisfied.” He turned to Josh, “I’ll show you to your size, and then we’ll have everything fitted perfectly.”
Josh looked down at the floor and smiled. “Thank you.”
Josh was a perfect 42-long and the jackets hardly needed any alterations. Roland didn’t like buying dinner jackets off the rack, but there wasn’t time to have custom ones made. It was a little more difficult to fit Josh with slacks: his waist was narrow and his legs were so long and muscular everything had to be altered to the point of being re-cut. But the tailor promised everything would be delivered to the house in plenty of time for the formal events.
Roland picked up a few suits, dress shirts and ties for Josh. Roland knew Josh wouldn’t need all the outfits that week, but liked buying things for him. Josh was exceedingly kind to the salespeople, thanking them profusely and offering to carry things back to the racks. He looked to Roland for advice: “Do you like this?” he’d ask. “Are you sure it’s not too expensive?” Roland sat back and smiled while Josh modeled the clothes. He looked better than a professional male model. The transformation had Roland hornier by the minute.
When it came time to buy a few casual items, Roland joined Josh in the large dressing room to try on a pair of jeans. While Josh picked through a pile of pants on a shelf in the corner, Roland stripped. When Josh turned around to ask Roland’s opinion about a pair of jeans, he found Roland stark naked, with a grin on his face and an erection between his legs.
“We could get into trouble for this,” Josh said with a wicked grin. “Arrested, even.”
Roland reached for Josh’s hands and placed them on either side of his ass. “I’ll bail you out.” He looked down and placed his hand on Josh’s crotch, feeling his dick grow. “You’re excited, I can feel it.”
Josh pulled Roland forward hard, pressing Roland’s naked body against his. “You look so fucking hot standing there naked like that,” Josh said. “I want to fuck you so bad, but we don’t have condoms.”
Roland pushed Josh back. “I figure that as long as I’m in Saks, I might as well get a good facial.” He dropped to his knees on the dressing room floor and unzipped Josh’s new khaki slacks.
First he sucked Josh’s balls for a few minutes, while Josh leaned back against the dressing room wall and closed his eyes. Then Roland slowly ran his tongue all the way up the bottom of Josh’s dick. When Roland’s tongue reached the head of the big cock, he opened his mouth wide and eased the head into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked until strange noises came. It was a wide cock head and filled the opening of his mouth. Josh spread his legs wider and held the sides of Roland’s head.
Roland opened his mouth wide and swallowed Josh’s entire shaft until it hit the back of his throat. It was the first time he’d tasted Josh’s dick; it was salty and sweet, just like his balls. Roland’s cheeks indented and he sucked again, until the head rested on the tip of his tongue. He pressed his palms against Josh’s thighs and the sucking became more intense; Josh held the sides of his head and bucked his hips forward. Roland didn’t want to get him off this way; he only wanted to bring Josh to the edge so he could jerk off all over his face. But Roland couldn’t stop sucking.
A few guys walked by and stopped when they heard slurping sounds coming from the dressing room. Roland swallowed back and sucked with less intensity. A knock came outside the dressing room wall. “I thought I’d bring this pair of jeans for you to try on, too,” the salesman said from the hall. “I thought you’d like them.” He pulled the curtain open.
The salesman looked down and saw Roland stark naked on the floor, Josh’s large dick in his mouth. He dropped the jeans and pressed his hand to his throat. Roland reached to his left, pulled another $100 bill from his pants, and handed it to the man. Then he closed his eyes and started sucking again.
The salesman winked at Josh and closed the curtain.
A moment later, Roland could feel Josh ready to blow his load. He stopped sucking and grabbed his own dick. “Jerk off on my face,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, pointing his face up toward Josh’s huge, throbbing erection.
Josh looked down with a surprised expression, and Roland opened his eyes, nodding yes. It only took a few tugs before Josh dropped a fresh load of cream all over Roland’s face. It hit his right cheekbone and the bottom of his chin. When Josh slapped his dripping cock against his cheek, Roland shot his own load right between Josh’s legs. It landed on the dressing room wall.
Roland looked up, his face oozing with Josh’s come. “That was really hot.” He’d done a lot with men—from the backseats of cars to the back rooms of nightclubs—but he’d never sucked a guy off in a public dressing room.
Josh shoved his dick back into his pants and smiled. He looked down and saw Roland still kneeling there, come all over his face. “That’s because you are one hot guy,” he said to Roland. “You’d be a big hit in my profession. The old guys would love you.”
Roland grabbed his underwear and wiped his face clean. Josh’s come smelled fresh and syrupy, like floral-scented bleach. “C’mon, let me get dressed and we’ll go raid Versace. We still need shoes.” Roland buried his face between Josh’s legs and kissed his crotch.
Chapter Three
When the telephone rang Sunday morning, Roland had to crawl out from under the covers to answer it. They’d knocked the phone—and the lamp—off the table the night before while Josh fucked Roland over the side of the bed. Roland was learning quickly that he didn’t care much for long, drawn-out foreplay; he preferred the hard fucking to start the minute the cock was inside his hole.
Although it was already 9:00 a.m., Josh didn’t move. He grabbed his cock with one hand and grabbed a handful of Roland’s ass with the other. He yawned and stretched his legs, running his middle finger up and down Roland’s ass crack. Josh seemed mesmerized by the fact that there was no hair there.
“Hello?” Roland said, raising his voice as Josh’s finger probed his hole.
“Hey, Doll,” his ex, Kenneth, cooed. He called everyone “doll.” Sometime in his early 30s, he’d reinvented himself as a quasi, free-spirited Tallulah Bankhead type; with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other.
“Oh it’s you, Kenneth, how are you?” Roland asked.
“I’m well. But you don’t sound like you’re in a good mood.”
“I was just sleeping. Sorry, Kenneth.”
Josh rolled his eyes and slapped Roland hard on the
ass. Roland jerked forward and gasped.
“What was that?” Kenneth asked. “Did you fall?”
“I almost dropped the phone,” Roland said, turning to Josh and lowering his eyebrows.
“Well, I just called to say hello and that I’d see you tonight at the Ashley Foundation dinner. I tried to get us at the same table, but I’m not sure they’ll do it.”
Josh reached forward with both hands and grabbed Roland by the waist. He pulled back and Roland fell across his chest. Josh grunted a few times and lifted one of Roland’s legs high in the air. Roland had always been proper and predictable; but with Josh, he felt naughty and spontaneous.
“What was that grunting noise?” Kenneth asked. “Sounds like you have a dog in the bed. Did you buy a puppy to keep you company, Doll?”
“No. It’s not a puppy. I gotta go now!” Roland said. He hung up without giving it a second thought. He’d never hung up on Kenneth before.
Josh lifted his leg higher and spread it to the side. “Why the hell is he calling you this early on a Sunday morning?”
Roland sighed. “Who knows? He means well.”
“I’ll bet,” Josh said. “He’s the typical starter wife.”
Roland pressed his lips together. “Actually, when you think about it, I’m really the starter wife—even though I have the money. I’m not the one who left him for someone younger after 20 years. He left me.” Even after so much time had passed, when Roland thought about what Kenneth had done, he felt the same awful tug in the pit of his stomach.
“Forget about him,” Josh said. “Lift that other leg up high for me.”
Roland reached down and grabbed Josh’s dick. It was fully erect and ready to fuck. He shook his head. “We can’t fuck now. We’re all out of condoms.”
“I’m HIV negative and disease free,” Josh said. If he’d had a tail it would have been wagging.
“So am I. But I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Roland had learned a great deal over the years from his involvement with the Ashley Foundation, and heard too many sad stories of people exposed to HIV because of one careless moment.
Josh frowned but didn’t object. He lowered Roland’s leg. “Let’s go out and get more condoms. We can grab a bite to eat, too. I also need to stop by the bookstore and talk to Hillary. I haven’t called or talked to her since Friday night and she’s probably scared to death. I should really get a cell phone.”
“Why on earth didn’t you just ask to use my phone?”
Josh shrugged. “I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage. You know how people are—they start by using the phone, and the next thing you know they’re in and out of the refrigerator all the time, and rearranging the living room furniture.”
Roland sat up and placed the phone on Josh’s shrinking erection. “Here, call her while I take a shower. Say we’ll stop by in half an hour. And for the rest of this week, if there’s anything you need, please tell me. I’m not a mind reader, Big Boy.”
The West Village was quiet that summer morning, with locals walking their dogs and perspiring joggers bouncing between the sidewalk and street. Josh and Roland walked over to Christopher Street and bought a month’s worth of condoms from a small cigar and newspaper store. Roland felt sexy and decadent asking the sales clerk for the condoms; and proud that someone might think a good-looking young guy like Josh was plowing his 45-year-old ass on a regular basis.
When they passed people on the street, more than a few heads turned to see who the two good-looking men were. Roland wore his typical white polo shirt and low-rise jeans that made his ass look hot, and Josh had on his new olive slacks with a beige and white striped shirt from Versace. Though Josh’s hair was still damp from the shower and he hadn’t bothered to shave, anyone passing on the street might easily have assumed he was on his way to a modeling session.
Next the men crossed back to Bleecker Street and the bookstore. Josh had called Hillary from the house phone, but he’d only been able to leave a message.
Roland smelled the aroma of vanilla and sweet cake frosting from Magnolia as they approached. It occurred to him that he was starving.
“If I didn’t have to worry about getting fat,” he said, “I’d have cupcakes for breakfast this morning.”
Josh leaned forward conspiratorially. “Go ahead,” he whispered. “Have a cupcake for breakfast. The way I’ve been fucking you, you deserve it. Besides, I like to fuck a chubby ass. You could stand to gain a few pounds.” He reached back and patted Roland’s ass.
Roland closed his eyes and inhaled, wondering whether Josh was pretending to be attracted to him because of their “arrangement.” He didn’t want to ask. “Well, I guess one cupcake wouldn’t hurt.” He already knew one wouldn’t be enough.
“Let’s get a half dozen,” Josh said, “I’ll have a couple, and we can bring some back for old Russell. He’s another one who could afford to put some meat on his bones.”
They bought eight: four chocolate with white frosting, and four vanilla with white frosting. Six went into a box, and Josh gobbled one down in two bites right there on the sidewalk. Roland carried the other one in his hand. They’d barely turned their backs on the store when he sank his teeth into the thick, white frosting and bit down. He tried to be gentle and polite, taking small bites. But Roland’s mouth began to water and a sharp pain shot up the left side of his face as he chewed and swallowed. He was still chewing, white frosting all over his upper lip, as they crossed Bleecker toward the bookstore.
“Why do you guys sell chocolate in a book shop?” Roland asked with his mouthful as he pulled the shop’s door open and was hit with the robust smell of cocoa powder.
Josh laughed. “That was Hillary’s idea. She thinks that when books don’t sell, chocolate will. So far, she’s been right. She makes all the chocolates herself.”
Hillary saw the men come into the store and walked toward them. Her cotton dress was plain white, with a black belt and a full skirt that fell loosely to her knees. Her shoes were flat, black ballerina slippers. She flipped a long shock of straight brown hair off her chest and smiled. Her nose was pinched and her lips were pressed tightly together. She placed her hands on her hips and started tapping her right foot.
“Hey gorgeous!” Josh said, holding up the box of cupcakes.
She stared at the box. “You know I don’t eat cake.” She wore a hint of lip gloss and a thick line of mascara that extended across her upper eyelid. There were wide, dramatic chunks of blond in her long, brown hair.
Josh turned to Roland. “Hillary believes that cake is behind all the problems in the world. She never touches the stuff.” While he joked, Hillary pressed her index finger to her lips and stared up and down at his new clothes.
They followed her through the main section of the store, where old books were stacked on square, mahogany tables and there was plenty of room for people to stand and browse in a leisurely manner. The space was extremely organized, with black and white signs listing the topic of each book section. “This is a great store,” Roland told Hillary, who had seated herself on a tall stool behind the candy counter.
“Thank you,” she said, staring down at a stack of papers on the counter and rifling through them.
“Do you have a bathroom I could use?” Roland asked. Josh pointed toward a door in the right-rear corner of the shop. Roland crossed to the back and stepped into a small powder room with a pedestal sink and toilet. The floors were old wooden planks and the walls were covered with ancient, white subway tiles; but the sink was shining and the toilet bowl was spotlessly clean. In a small outlet near the toilet paper roller, a plug-in air freshener gave off a fake, flowery smell. Roland took his time washing his hands, assuming Josh would be filling Hillary in on their arrangement for the week. By the time Roland returned to the counter, Josh was telling Hillary, “I’ll call you and keep you posted about where I’ll be this week. We have to get moving now.”
Roland stared directly into Hillary’s eyes. He’d be
en planning to buy chocolate, but her dirty looks made him want to get out of the bookstore immediately. “It was nice meeting you, Hillary,” he said, “I hope I get to see you again this week.” Roland extended his hand.
Hillary smiled and looked him in the eye before putting her hand out and shaking his. “It was nice meeting you, too.”
“Did anyone ever tell you look like Angelina Jolie?” Roland asked. He wanted to pay her a compliment, hoping to pull some warmth from her ice-cold body.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “All the time.” Her voice was soft and feathery, with hint of an accent Roland couldn’t quite place. He thought she was about to say something else, but she hesitated. When Hillary stared at him, her almond-shaped eyes cut past the façade. Take care of him, they seemed to say, or I’ll take care of you. Roland suspected she was as strong as she was beautiful.
“I don’t think your friend Hillary likes me much,” Roland said to Josh after they were out the door and headed back toward the brownstone.
Josh laughed. “She likes you as much as Russell likes me.”
The men returned to the house to find Russell in the kitchen brewing a pot of tea. He looked up from the center island, eyed Josh’s new clothes, and returned his gaze to the teapot. This time he didn’t frown when he saw how animated and happy Roland seemed. Russell knew better than anyone that Roland hadn’t smiled much in the past year and a half.
“We’ll be upstairs for the rest of the afternoon, Russell,” Roland said. Josh had placed the cupcake box on the island, but Roland picked it up without offering one to Russell. “Please have the car ready at 6:45 tonight,” Roland said. “I’ll be driving it, and we’ll return it to the garage ourselves. Oh—and someone will be dropping off a formal for Josh sometime this afternoon.”