by Mathew Ortiz
“Oh shit.”
“Oh shit is right.” I linked my arm with his and we walked down toward his office as I told him the rest of the story. Robbie was near doubled over with laughter again when we opened the office door. It wasn’t a date per say, but I counted it anyway.
*
Six weeks came and went and Robbie and I spent more and more time together. Our schedules made dating difficult. Hell, sometimes we only saw each other for a few hours a week and I didn’t like that one bit. However, once we were together and he touched me, sparks flew—as did words. I swear we argued about the silliest thing. Robbie came across as stuffy and conservative at times and I was the polar opposite. I was appalled to find out he was a Log Cabin Republican and he only rolled his eyes at me, the liberal Democrat. He hated anything old, like houses or art, preferring only sleek and modern. Me, I liked vintage and detested the minimal design. I jammed to blue grass and country and he liked dance and house music.
We also had a lot in common. Our families meant the world to us. Our drive to succeed propelled us and, of course, our love of the Muppets. We fought, apologized, kissed and well, you know.
In fact, I had decided to surprise him at his apartment, or the Clinic, as I called it, for a bit of rumpy-pumpy!
Damn, I’ve been watching too much Miranda!
He had arrived only minutes before me, so I waited a few minutes then bounded up the stairs to his condo and leaned on his doorbell, asshole style.
“Boone?”
His shock at seeing me quickly changed when I pushed him through the door and shoved my hand down his pants and my tongue in his ear. A hot spot for him, my tongue took full advantage it and he plumped in my groping hand. Robbie shuddered and I guided him, hand still in his pants to the living-room. All black, chrome and glass, the room seemed so sterile, but now was not the time to critique his décor. At least he had a fire in the fireplace. The warmth seeped into my skin and sweat popped out on my forehead.
I slid my hand from his pants and began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. I pushed him onto the couch and knelt between his thick legs where, in short order, I unzipped his straining fly and fished out his cock.
“Oohhh, hello beautiful. Boonie’s back,” I purred and licked up the side of his cock and slipped the head into my mouth. He squirmed as my beard tickled his balls and I groaned as I swallowed another inch of his hard, warm shaft. Inch by inch, I worked my throat muscles and took his thick eight incher until my nose was buried in his soft sandy curls. Humming, I sucked and molded my mouth obscenely around his shaft because he had told me seeing my face stuffed full of his cock made him crazy horny. He could only lay there as I devoured his cock and brought him closer and closer to oblivion with each warm suck. A rivulet of saliva dripped down the side of his prick and Robbie reached down to scoop it up with his finger, which he stuck in his mouth and sucked on.
Oh fuck that’s hot!
My throat rippled around his engorged cock and he swelled, getting harder and harder. I let him go with a loud pop.
“Your scent’s gotten stronger. You’re close to comin’ and I’m not ready for that yet,” I murmured. I stood suddenly, kicked off my boots, unzipped my jeans and slipped them off. I loved standing naked in front of him. The only light came from the fireplace and my skin shone crimson and gold in the flickering light. He hadn’t even had time to turn on his lights when I’d jumped him.
“Fuck, Boone!” His gaze slid down his body. “I’m still dressed—”
“Details, details,” I whispered, placing a finger over his mouth. “If you want to stop, just say so.” My finger traced a line on his lips and he opened his mouth and suckled it. I moaned and watched a drop of pre-cum drip from his slit. “Yes or no, Robbie. Simple as that.” My voice quavered, hoarse and deep.
“Yes,” he growled and his smile widened.
“Yes you want me to stop or yes you want me to continue?”
“Boone!” he barked and I chuckled. Winding him up plum made my day.
I bent down and fished out lube and a condom from my jean’s pocket, tore open the package and slipped it over his cock, delighting in how he shivered as I slicked him up with a dollop of lube. It glistened obscenely in the red light as it bobbed.
I reached behind me and I shoved two lubed fingers into my ass. I had to open up wide. Robbie boy packed a big one. Shaking myself once, I straddled his thighs, grasped his fat cock, pointed it upward and lowered myself down.
Fuck!
I bit my lip at the stretch and burn as my ass opened up, taking in his prick. Inching down, it took an eternity to fill me and Robbie kept trying to thrust up.
“Gawd!” I gasped and threw my head back when my ass touched his hairy thighs.
I tilted forward and drops of sweat fell from my forehead onto his sculpted chest. A low rumbling came from deep within Robbie and he grabbed my hips as he slid out of me only to thrust up forcefully. My keening wail of pleasure echoed around his stark living-room as I met him, thrust for thrust, the wet hollow smack of our bodies expressed our savage abandon. I rode his thickening shaft and Robbie ran his hands over my sweaty body, exploring the hills and valleys of my muscles. I undulated, drawing in more of his cock and his nimble fingers found my taut nipples, and pinched them hard. I cried out as my prick twitched and more pre-cum dripped out.
He rotated himself into my body, stretching my channel to accommodate him. My balls ached and a familiar build-up rose from deep inside me. Robbie inclined back and propped himself on his elbows, watching me bounce lewdly as he fucked me. He had to be close. I spat on my hand, palmed my turgid cock and stroked. After four twists a pulse throbbed against my palm and a second later I came. Volley after volley arced into the air, amber in the light and landed on his hairy chest. My channel clenched around him. Sounds, smells, sights and sensations unexpectedly expanded. My body became hyper-sensitive as my climax overwhelmed me.
Robbie groaned and drove himself into my willing body like an animal, gnashing his teeth, his fingernails scoring the flesh of my ass. His whole body stiffened, then shuddered as he came deep inside me, mindlessly fucking me. Spent, I collapsed on him and I found his mouth and tongue waiting for me. Languid and lush, we kissed as we both shook, him still thrusting into me. After our breathing slowed, I lifted off him and, as his softening prick slipped out, I winced. Flopping beside him on the couch, Robbie threaded his fingers into my mine.
“Wow, that was… wow,” Robbie wheezed and I turned my face and smirked.
“Missed you, golden rod.” I leaned in for a soft kiss and captured his sigh in my mouth. “Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Nice. Weaken me with sex and take advantage of my debilitated state.” His fingers carded through my beard.
“I never pushed the issue a few weeks ago, but why were you so mad at the thought of me seein’ another guy?”
Robbie twiddled my beard hair for a second and then shifted until he could look me in the eye. He told me about Tim’s message and how terrified he’d been and how it had brought back all the feelings of betrayal. Oh God, my poor Robbie and yes, I thought of him as my Robbie. Tim had really hurt him and it made sense why he had walled himself off so completely. I cuddled up next to him and ran my fingers through his chest hair. I’d found over the weeks that doing this calmed him and instantly, his breathing slowed.
“You know I’d never hurt you, Robbie,” I murmured and he nodded jerkily.
“I know. But seeing who I thought was you with another man brought out all my insecurities. Going off on Cotton wasn’t one of my finest hours, but it made me realize how much I liked you.” He drew me closer and I kissed his chin.
“And now?”
“I—I—” He stuttered and I chuckled low.
“It’s okay, you romantical old fool. I know how you feel about me.” I climbed onto his lap and kissed him languidly, mapping out the inside of his mouth. He released my mouth and buried his face in my shoulder.
“Please…” I barely heard his voice. “I’m afraid, Boone. Of being hurt again.” The cool splash of a tear on my shoulder surprised me and I hugged him hard.
“Never gonna hurt you, Robbie,” I whispered. “Never. You’re mine—forever.”
Chapter 9
Robbie
Okay, the other shoe had to drop sooner or later. Boone and I had become a couple, yet neither of us had said the ‘L’ word. We spent as much time together as we could. The events I oversaw were taking up more of my time than I wanted, cutting into my Boone time. Damn, that sounded so sickly sweet it made my teeth hurt. But, hell, I missed the gangly goof and only cheered up when I was holding him. Over all things progressed nicely for the two of us. That’s why I kept wondering when we would have our first fight. There had been a few close calls when I’d felt my temper rising and just before I was about to explode, Boone would say something silly and I’d laugh, all my anger fleeing. I was truly happy and it showed. People even heard it in my voice, especially Oscar.
“Okay, Mijo. Spill.” Oscar had called me as I hurried from the office to meet up with Boone for dinner.
“Spill what?” I muttered as I tugged on my jacket. Waving to Spin, I strode through the office, determined to get to my car when Lily came in. Sweet Jesus, her mere presence could chill a room. “Hang on, Oscar. Can I help you, Lily?”
“We need to talk about the Skankmen opening. Or have you forgotten?” Snide and slithery as always.
“What’s there to discuss? The guest list is set. Food and flowers are done. Venue’s booked and all the piddly stuff sorted. What more do we need to talk about?” I didn’t have time for this.
Her face pinched. “My friend, Robert Davenport IV, hasn’t been invited.”
Lord, I hate it when people have a number after their name, so freaking pretentious. Which is what Robert Davenport IV was—pretentious, arrogant and hateful. And that only covered a few of his finer points. It was true, he came from one of the oldest and most powerful families in Atlanta and I’d met his mother and father. Both Robert III and his wife, Andy, were charming and gracious. How the hell they ended up raising such a colossal douchebag of a son was beyond me. In his twenty-eight-odd years, the younger Davenport had cut a horrid swath through the gay community. He held some of the most lavish and decadent parties, full of drugs, booze and sex; or should I say orgies? I guess getting an invitation to one of his parties meant you had arrived on the gay circuit and many sought him out and ingratiated themselves to him to get invited. For some the invitation held a double edge.
Davenport had a reputation for his fetish for young blond men and rumor had it that he mentally and physically abused them. He like them thin, blond and supplicant. Those who didn’t do as he asked were summarily dumped. His temper was famous and as the number of men he hurt grew, so did the rumors. Those rumors had come to fruition when three men came forward in the last few months and accused him of drugging and raping them. The papers had a field day with it. Lurid headlines like: Dandy of Decatur in reality Jekyll and Hyde rapist or Davenport heir masturbated over drugged and beaten lover. Truly horrible to see it splashed over the papers and on Twitter. Oh hell, Twitter exploded. Man after man tweeted nasty experiences they’d had with Davenport and it was only increasing as the date of the trial grew closer.
Since then, no one wanted him around. He was persona non grata in the eyes of the Atlanta upper crust and the gay community. Many families who’d supported the Davenports through some of Robert’s minor infractions had distanced themselves after the latest one and many gay clubs and hotspots had barred him entrance, including Inferno.
The trial was scheduled for six months from now. It didn’t matter to the social circles he traveled in. No one wanted anything to do with him and he had been blacklisted from nearly all events and parties—The Shankmen bar mitzvah being one of them. Muriel and Anthony Shankmen had axed his name immediately from the list, while still including his parents. I’d followed their wishes. Obviously, Lily didn’t share those wishes.
“He wasn’t invited, Lily,” I replied and she flushed a dull red.
“I know he was! I saw the list and I—”
“He was cut from the list as per the family’s request.” I worried that Oscar was on hold for too long but, knowing his nosey ass, he was probably enjoying every minute.
“That’s discrimination. They can’t do that!” Her shrill voice grated on my last nerve and I snapped.
“Yes they can. They write the check, they make the list. Perhaps they don’t want a rapist at their son’s bar mitzvah!” She stepped back, shocked at my anger. Who the hell was she to tell a customer who they could and couldn’t invite?
“He is not!” She actually stomped her foot. “It’s all lies.”
“Lies or not, just because you’re his friend doesn’t mean you can force our clients to invite him! Back the hell off Lily and if I were you, I’d back away from him. That man is bad news.” My anger simmered and I glared at her.
“You stupid faggot!” she shrieked and I watched as people came out of their offices to see what the commotion was, including our boss. “You aren’t fit to lick his ass!”
“Lily!” Alvin’s voice cut the air like a guillotine and Lily gasped. She spun around, her face flaming. “My office now!” He pointed down the hall. She glared around at the onlookers, her face florid. Not saying a word, she stomped down to his office, her stance unrepentant. Alvin, stony-faced, turned from her to me and I exhaled slowly. His expression relaxed as he addressed me and the assembled group.
“I want to apologize for how Ms. Burr spoke to you, Robbie.” He surveyed the clutch of staff and cleared his throat. “In no way will her actions be tolerated by me. Bigotry and bullying is unacceptable, with no exceptions. Thank you.” With that he spun on his heel and stormed off to deal with Lily. Looks flashed around the little group. Some were shocked, but others looked relieved, as if they were glad Lily had finally gone too far.
Me? I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe she’d gone all psycho bitch on me like that. Sure we didn’t get along; hell we could barely stand being in the same room as each other but the vitriol she’d spewed amazed even me. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my shoulder.
“You okay, man?” Spin asked softly. I turned my head and gazed at him, still stunned. He glanced once at the direction Lily had gone in, his expression angry. I’d never seen Spin mad before. “I can’t believe that bitch! Hey! Robbie, talk to me!”
“Oh yeah-yeah, I’m fine. Shocked but okay. Do you think Alvin will fire her?” As much as I didn’t like her, I’d never want a person to lose their job.
“I’d be surprised if he didn’t. Alvin has no tolerance for shit like that. Lily’s been flying under the radar for some time. Today, however, she went too far. Serves her right if he did can her ass,” Spin seethed.
“I can’t believe she did that.” I shook myself and reached up to pat his hand with my free one. “I’m really okay. I have to run. I’m late meetin’ Boone.”
Spin smirked at me and said. “Another day with your hipster man?”
“Yes.” I smiled back and he shook his head.
“Another one bites the dust,” he sang and I laughed out loud.
“I hope to bite more than dust when I see him!”
“Oh ew! Go on with your nasty self.” Spin punched my arm and walked past me to his office. I had to hurry, I was so—
Oh shit!
“Oscar?” I asked once my phone was back to my ear.
“Oh so nice of you to remember me! Too busy having your own Telenovella?” Oscar responded. “What the hell was that all about and who is this Boone?”
Busted! I groaned. Might as well get it all out in the open. “Okay here it is…” I told him everything. Boone, my promotion, Boone, my HIV scare, Boone, the Lily incident, Boone… hmm I’m detecting a trend.
*
Opening up to Boone was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Being totally honest an
d letting this wooly man through my hard built walls hadn’t come easy and it wasn’t easy for him either as I’d found out one night. I had planned to fuck him into the mattress but, like most of my brilliant ideas, Boone knocked me off the plan. I arrived at his little house around seven that evening. I’d been at a party and Boone had asked me to come over after. The air was still crisp even as spring fought back winter and I could see my breath. He didn’t live far from his bakery, so the directions were easy. It was exactly how I pictured it when he opened the door, hiding behind it as he let me in.
A simple living-room was filled with a fat comfy-looking brown sofa facing a large flat screen. A roughhewn wooden coffee table was cluttered with baking magazines, cookbooks and assorted snacks—very homey. Boone closed the door with the click of a lock and, when I turned to see him, my tongue near on fell out of my mouth. He was clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs and athletic socks. Those seventies style socks, white up to his calf, ringed at the top in a band of green and yellow and damn if my boner didn’t try to rip through my pants.
The next few moments were a blur of kisses and hands. Boone’s beard chaffed my skin as our kiss grew frenzied. I slid my hands into his shorts, cupped his firm ass and dipped a lone finger lower into his crease, finding his hole. Boone hissed into my mouth and I groped him harder.
“Bedroom?” he huffed and I nodded.
Boone grabbed my hand and tugged me down the short hall to his bedroom. I yanked his shorts down, making him dance out of them. He pulled off my shirt and tossed it toward the dresser before dropping to his knees. In short order he had my pants around my knees and my aching prick in his mouth. Humming, he sucked and licked his way along the sides of my cock, stopping to pop the head in and give it a strong drag. Nimble fingers kneaded my ball sack and I fondled my nipples, tugging on them hard.