by RJ Jones
He turned to look at me, his features full of trepidation. “Let’s call it an experiment. Can you help me?”
“Will you tell me what it is?”
“Yes. But not now.”
I frowned at his evasiveness. “Okay, let’s put on our only good shirts and head out.”
Now I was standing at the bar watching Alex being groped by strange men in a nightclub situated in California’s gay mecca.
What a difference a road trip and six months could make.
I was fine at the bar, nursing an empty bottle, although I wished it was full. I was also fine being in a gay club in San Francisco. What I was not fine with was Alex dancing with other men. There was nothing overtly sexual about what Alex was doing, although that hip movement was somewhat suggestive, and he didn’t touch the men around him. But that didn’t stop them from touching him. Some grabbed his waist and ground their groins against his ass as Alex danced. He seemed oblivious, but I didn’t see how he could ignore that another man was pressing up against him. Especially when one latched on to the back of Alex’s neck with his mouth. One guy in jeans that looked to be painted on danced in front of Alex, his arms around Alex’s neck as he bumped his groin into Alex’s. Alex just twisted away and kept on dancing. Is this what gay men did the world over, grind up against complete strangers and try and stick their tongue down their throat? Why wasn’t Alex bothered by it? More to the point, if I was to dance like that with him, would he ignore me too?
Part of me didn’t want to know, but a larger part itched to find out.
Placing my empty bottle on the bar, I pushed my way through the crowd toward the dance floor. I felt a hand caressing my ass on more than one occasion in the short distance, and instead of being weirded out by it, I was strangely aroused.
When I reached the dance floor, a shirtless guy was rubbing up against Alex’s ass. My chest burned seeing him so close to Alex, the stranger with naked lust in his eyes. But when Alex saw me standing in front of him, he threw his arms around me, bringing our lips together in a heated kiss. He ignored everyone else and my chest thudded with pleasure.
It was then I felt the other guy’s hands roaming up and down my arms while he was still grinding against Alex.
“Fuck off,” I growled over Alex’s shoulder. The guy arched an eyebrow and walked off only to rub up against someone else.
“You going all alpha on me?” Alex asked.
“Do you want me to?”
Alex’s response was to pull me in closer, our bodies aligning, touching everywhere. “Shut up and dance with me.” Alex circled his arms around my shoulders as he moved his hips in time to the music, bumping our groins together as he kissed me deeply. There was no hesitation in this kiss, not like some of the previous kisses we’d shared over the past week or so. This coming together was possessive and demanding. Our tongues tangled and danced as we moved our bodies, heedless of any onlookers. I lifted his shirt and ran my hands over his chest and abs, feeling the smooth expanse of warm skin. This is what I had wanted all along: to touch, to feel, to have that simmering flame ignited, to feel wanted and cherished. Alex’s kiss said it all.
“Wanna get out of here?” Alex breathed against my lips.
“Fuck, yes.”
WE STUMBLED up the stairs to our room at the B&B, and no sooner had we closed the door than Alex had me pinned against it, mouth assaulting my throat.
“Tell me this isn’t weird,” Alex said on a breath.
“It’s not weird. It’s right.”
“Tell me… tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Alex’s lips made their way to my ear and the soft spot behind it, making any coherent thought impossible.
“Want… you,” I managed to squeeze out.
In an instant, his body was gone from mine and I was left cold without him. Alex grabbed my hand and led me quickly to the bed, pushing me down and climbing on top.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, resuming the assault on my throat as he pushed my shirt up. He found a nipple and tweaked it hard.
“Ungh, more of that.”
My hips had a mind of their own as they bucked, trying to find some friction. I’d never been so turned on. Alex palmed my cock through my jeans, his movements gentle and hesitant.
“Is this okay?” Alex asked.
“Better if my jeans weren’t in the way.”
“Um, I…”
I stopped his movement, placing my hand over his but not removing it from my groin.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I have no idea what I’m doing either, but I know I want something.”
Alex smiled, his eyes shining. “I’m so glad you’re just as clueless.”
We resumed kissing, only breaking the connection to take our shirts off, but we left our jeans in place. We explored each other’s chests and abs. Alex’s skin was paler than mine and he had a small smattering of chest hair that I discovered I liked playing with. His nipples were rosy and small, until I sucked on them, making them darker and hard. Alex groaned, holding my head in place against his chest. I learned the contours of his body and felt the smoothness of his skin against my lips. His clavicle was especially sensitive for him. He found a spot I didn’t know I had, just at the top of my shoulder, that sent me into a spin.
Our jeans soon became a hindrance and I needed them off. I fumbled with Alex’s zipper, half expecting him to tell me to stop, that he wasn’t ready, but the protest never came. I undid the button and opened the flap, exposing his boxers, his erection proud against the soft cotton of his briefs. He pushed his jeans off, kicking them to the floor as I did the same with mine. Alex’s eyes darkened as they followed my movements when I leaned back against the pillows. Crawling on top of me once more, he put all his weight on his hands where they rested beside my head. The tip of his cock poked through the top of his boxers. I touched a finger to the head and he hissed in a breath. I quickly pulled my hand away, regret closing my throat since I’d misread him. I’d gone too far.
“No,” he said, his voice rough. “Don’t stop. Not unless you want to?”
Alex leaned down and brought our lips together once more in a deep kiss. I ran my fingers gently over the flared head of his cock in the small space between us, feeling the spongy smoothness. I thought it would feel different, but why would it? It was a penis, like mine, albeit a different length and width. But it was still a dick.
I waited for the weirdness, but it didn’t come.
Alex licked and bit my skin everywhere. The fucker bit hard, and I was strangely turned on by it. He took my left nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it harshly, then sucking until I bucked under him. He pressed me into the mattress and I had to remove my hand from his cock as he made his way down my chest, kissing and biting my abs. He wasn’t going to—?
Yep, he was. Alex motioned for me to raise my hips so he could pull my boxers off. Once he’d removed mine, he stood and pushed his to the floor, kicking them off his feet. Standing at the end of the bed, he looked at me spread out on the mattress, a question in his eyes.
Grabbing my cock, I stroked it slowly in answer.
Still not weird.
Alex climbed on top of me again, covering my body with his. Skin pressing against skin, his hot mouth devouring mine in a series of small nips, he ran his hands down my body as I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the smooth expanse of his back. Small mewls of pleasure escaped both of us.
Alex ran his tongue down my chest toward my stomach. His chin hitting my cock knocked the breath out of me. He looked up, fear and hesitation in his eyes. I could see the battle he was fighting, wanting to touch me but unsure of his welcome. I answered by grabbing my cock again, squeezing the shaft hard, and licking my lips with a small moan. Alex’s eyes blew wide and his lips quirked, chasing away the hesitation.
He dipped his head and kissed the top of my dick, then kissed it again as I held it up, my fingers around the base. Alex�
�s tongue came out and he lapped at the crown, making small, hesitant licks, like he was getting used to the taste. He raised his head and our gazes locked, the heat flared between us, and before I knew it, Alex wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard.
“Ungh, fuck.” I let go of my dick. I had the urge to stroke and bring myself off, but I didn’t want to yet. It was too soon.
Alex sucked, not taking a lot in as he ran a hand over my belly, his fingers playing in the ridges of the muscles. It tickled but soothed at the same time; the intimacy of it made my lungs seize. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock and he pushed away, studying it. When he dipped his tongue into the slit, I just about saw stars. Girls had given me blowjobs before, some had even been quite adept, but no one had studied my dick before. Alex’s eyes were hungry and he seemed fascinated as he swirled his tongue around the crown, then pulled back to look at the shiny wetness as if he was admiring his handiwork.
“I didn’t think this would be so hot,” he said simply before returning to work his tongue into my slit again. He took me into his mouth once more and sucked, this time taking me deeper, but he must’ve tried too hard or sucked too much as he released me quickly, coughing.
“Let me try that again,” he said once he’d recovered. He sounded so matter-of-fact I almost laughed. I groaned instead when he bobbed his head up and down, taking a little more in each time. I twirled my fingers in his blond strands, feeling the silky smoothness of his curls and trying not to push his head down like I wanted to. Our hair had grown and we were due for haircuts, but if this kind of action was going to continue, I was never letting him shave his head again.
It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale building of an orgasm start in the soles of my feet, making its way quickly up my legs and tightening my stomach.
“Ugh, I’m gonna come…” I warned. Despite what Alex was doing, I was pretty sure he wasn’t ready to taste me just yet.
Alex pulled off, but not before giving my dick one last long suck. He sat back on his heels between my legs, pulling on his own cock and fondling my balls as I stroked myself to completion. I couldn’t take my eyes off what he was doing, both to himself and to me. My orgasm ripped through me, coating my hand and belly as Alex continued to caress my balls. He kneeled above me, his hand a blur on his cock as he erupted over me, his come mixing with mine on my chest and abs. My best friend’s come covered me and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Our breathing was heavy as Alex sat back on his heels, and our eyes locked. The blissful fucked-out grin on Alex’s face soon turned into something else.
CHAPTER NINE
Same day
San Francisco, California
THE WEIRDNESS I’d been waiting for arrived.
Alex climbed out of the bed and, without meeting my eyes, went to the bathroom and quietly closed the door. I lay on the bed, our combined come drying on my chest and abs, wondering what had happened to put that look on his face.
Sure, I’d had a few drinks at the club, but I wasn’t drunk and I didn’t think Alex had had enough to send him past comfortably happy. Was he drunker than I thought and now wanted to step back into hetero-land? Was his curiosity now satisfied?
Before I could think about it for too long, Alex came out wearing a towel around his waist and holding a wet washcloth.
He looked at my flaccid dick and the mess on my body. “Um, here.” He handed me the wet cloth and turned away.
“Thanks.”
After cleaning myself up, I tossed the towel into the bathroom and pulled on my boxers. Alex had already done the same and climbed into bed, his back to me. I think if there had been another bed, he would have used it.
I crawled under the covers and stared at his back, the smooth expanse of skin rising and falling with each uneasy breath.
After what seemed like ages, I found my voice. “Alex? Are you okay?”
Alex’s shoulders shuddered as he sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I shouldn’t have done… that.” Alex’s voice was so soft I strained to hear him.
“Are you saying you didn’t like it? The look on your face said otherwise, and I thought it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.”
That got his attention. Alex rolled over and faced me in the darkness of our hotel room, but there was enough light streaming through the thin curtain for me to see the doubt in his eyes.
“Are you serious?”
Cupping his cheek, I brought my lips to his in a soft kiss. “Yes. I don’t know why my feelings have changed now, but they have. I want you. More than want you.”
“But… the look on your face when I…”
“What look? I loved it. I mean I never thought… you know, I would find it so hot.”
I kissed him again, if only to get the surprised look of his face, but Alex deepened it almost immediately.
“Are you sure it’s not weird?” Alex asked when we came up for air.
“Yes.”
“Thank God,” he said, right before devouring my mouth again.
LYING WITH my head on Alex’s chest, I ran my fingers through his sparse chest hair as his heartbeat thumped in my ear, a steady, comforting sound. His arm around me, he ran his fingers slowly up and down my back as we talked. I was in the position a girl normally took and I could see why most girls liked to cuddle.
I was drifting off when Alex asked, “Back in Seattle, why did you stop holding my hand?”
“Huh? You stopped holding my hand. I missed it, but I didn’t know how to tell you,” I said, kissing his chest.
“You were so sick. After Montana, I thought… well, I thought we’d be here, doing this. But you got sick and I was so worried I almost called your parents. Then after you got better, things sort of returned to normal, but it was like we were best friends again, instead of leading to something more. I tried telling myself I was okay with that, but… I missed you, even though you were right here.”
Leaning up on my elbow, I looked at Alex. “I missed you too. I’ve wanted to take this further for ages, but I was too scared. I didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want, and I was scared if I pushed, I would push you away. Sometimes I thought you’d be receptive to stepping things up a notch, but other times…” I let the sentence hang there, fearing I’d said too much already.
I lay back down, kissing his chest before nuzzling against him and wrapping my arm around his waist. Who would’ve thought I was a cuddler?
We were silent for a while, the feel of Alex’s hand running up and down my arm lulling me to sleep.
“I want it all. With you,” Alex whispered.
“Me too.”
ALEX AND I explored each other the next morning, but I couldn’t work up the nerve to reciprocate the blowjob just yet. Alex said he understood and was happy for me to take my time. I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or not. I touched him, though, all over, learning the contours of his body and how he reacted to my touch, the way he always sucked in a breath when I sucked on a nipple, his smooth skin giving way to goose bumps when I gently ran my fingers over his hip. I banked his different reactions for further use later.
We explored the city during the day, walking most places until we realized our error. San Francisco was built on a series of hills, so walking became a feat of endurance. By the time we got back to the B&B, my legs were shaking. We chose to stay in on our second night and order Chinese. We ate while watching a movie and made sure all our electronics were charged and ready for our departure in the morning.
I wasn’t really watching the movie, though. My mind was elsewhere. Namely on what Alex and I would do next. Would he want to fuck me? Did I want that? He said last night he wanted it all, but what was all? Would it hurt? I couldn’t imagine all the gay men doing it if it hurt so much, but something told me it wasn’t for the faint-hearted either. I’d tried a finger in my ass in the shower that morning and it didn’t feel bad. It was
a weird sensation, but it didn’t hurt, just felt strange. I wasn’t brave enough to try two, and something told me I should use lube if I were going to go any further.
Alex must’ve sensed my wandering mind since he grabbed the remote, turning the TV off and climbing on top of me. In a short period of time he had me naked and panting beneath him, empty Chinese cartons falling to the floor. After assaulting my throat and chest with bites and licks, he straddled my thighs and grabbed both our hardening cocks in one hand. He spit on his palm for lubrication and started moving his hips, forcing his dick through his hand and sliding along mine at the same time. Alex threw his head back, releasing a throaty growl when I tweaked his nipples, causing them to harden. Sitting up with Alex still thrusting away, I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked, tasting his glistening skin on my tongue. Then I ran my hands down his back and pulled his ass cheeks apart as I kneaded them, feeling the meaty flesh as I dug my fingers in. I didn’t touch his hole, I wasn’t ready for that yet, even though he let out a needy sigh every time my fingers came close.
I bit his nipple lightly as I raised my eyes to find him looking down at me.
“Oh God, that’s so hot. You should see how good you look from this angle.”
“Hmm-mmm,” I murmured around a mouthful of hard pec, flicking my tongue over the hardened nub.
“You’re such a tease,” Alex grunted.
Alex continued to thrust his hips. His cockhead sliding past mine was driving me crazy with want. I didn’t think jerking off could feel so good, but when his thumb ran over my slit, I just about bucked him off.
Alex encouraged me to lie down once more as his hips slowed and his hand took over. With one large hand wrapped around us both, he brought his lips to mine in a devastating kiss. He used his tongue to mimic the action of his hand as he fucked my mouth and took what he wanted. Alex was sucking and fucking the breath right out of me.
It wasn’t long before I shot hard, clutching his biceps and moaning into his mouth as he continued to work our cocks, milking everything he could out of me. His dick pulsed against mine as he came too, covering my abs in milky white ropes.