by Wolfe, Sean
But none of that happened. Instead, my skin turned red and wrinkled. When I finished showering I quickly got dressed for work.
“I’m sorry, Brad,” I said softly as I leaned down and kissed the top of his blanket-covered head. “I’ll probably be home a little late, so I’ll just grab some fast food for dinner.”
I walked to the bedroom door, then stopped and turned around. The blanket was shaking even more visibly now, and I heard Brad sniffling. My heart ached, and again I wanted to wrap him in my arms and make it all okay. But instead, I turned around and walked out the door.
I don’t know why I bothered going into work at all. Who was I kidding? There was no way I’d be getting any work done. Not in the mood I was in.
And what the fuck was that mood all about, anyway? Why had I been treating Brad so badly the past couple of weeks? I wasn’t mad at him. I didn’t resent that he wasn’t working. We had more than enough money to take care of our bills and still enjoy what most would consider a better-than-middle-class lifestyle. In fact, it was I who’d encouraged him to quit the job he hated and do a little temp work on the side while he tried to finish the novel he’d been working on for more than a year.
I looked to make sure the blinds were drawn on my office window that looked out into the lobby, then cleared my desk of the cluttered papers on which I should have been working. Then I typed in what I knew would be my only means of stress release and allow me to actually get some work done in the afternoon.
www.getmesomenow.com
I quickly signed in and entered the Denver chat room. It was filled with profiles and pictures I was very familiar with. Denver might be a big city, and even have a large gay community, but the fags who stalked these rooms were pretty much a core group. We all knew one another, or at least were familiar with the names and pictures.
I immediately received three or four Instant Messages (IM’s) from some guys I’d flirted with a few times.
<< I need to suck your dick >> one said.
<< And it needs sucking >> I responded automatically.
<< So when are we finally gonna hookup? >> asked another.
<< I’m free this afternoon >> I typed as I scrolled down the list and checked out the other guys in the room.
I recognized all of them, and had chatted with ninety percent of them in the last six months. But then I came across a name I hadn’t seen before: Desperate4It.
<< So am I >> the last guy wrote back. << Let’s meet at 4 and I will fuck your brains out >>
<< No. Let’s meet at 4 and I will fuck your brains out >> I typed back as I opened the profile of the new guy.
<< That works too. Where? >>
<< Meet me in the restroom at the Safeway on 6th and Corona. Have your pants down, your cock hard and, your ass lubed. >> I was such a tease. It came so naturally. I led guys on like this all the time, but never followed through with any of the flirtations. Sometimes I wondered if any of them actually went where I told them to.
<< I’ll be there and ready >> he typed.
<< See ya then >>
I read the profile for Desperate4It. “30 y/o. Very cute, hot, and in great shape. I’m mostly a bottom, but inhibition is not in my vocabulary. Tight bubble butt and nice thick cock. Must be discreet. But let’s have some fun.”
The profile sounded hot. A little generic, but most profiles were on this site. He had a couple of pictures linked to the profile, but they were locked. Users could only get access to the locked pics if the profile owner unlocked them. What the fuck, I thought. He was the only guy in the room I hadn’t seen or chatted with before.
<< Hi >> I wrote. << Nice profile. What’s goin on? >>
<< Not too much >> Desperate wrote back. <
<< Kinda late for just getting up, isn’t it? >>
<< I’m spoiled. I get to sleep in a lot >>
<< Nice. So what are you looking for? >>
There was a long pause, almost five minutes, and I thought I’d either offended the dude or scared him off. But then his response came.
<< I don’t know, really. Well, I do, but I’m a little confused and torn >>
Normally I wouldn’t continue with this guy. I’m not one to beat around the bush, and I have little patience with those fags online who pretend to be shy and reserved and yet spend the entire day on hookup sites. But something about this guy seemed a little different. So I played along. << Awww, come on >> I typed. << Don’t be shy. We’re all here for the same reason >>
<< Yeah, I know. I’m not playing games. I do know what I want. But I shouldn’t want it, and I’m having a little trouble dealing with that >>
<< And just what is it you want? >>
<< I want to get fucked >>
My cock instantly hardened, which was weird. I’d read those words from other guys a thousand times with no reaction whatsoever.
<< And I want to fuck you >> I wrote.
Again, several minutes passed with no response, but I noticed he was still logged on.
<< Hello? >>
<< I want it. I really do. But I shouldn’t. I’m not a tease. Please believe me >>
<< I do >> I typed back, and was surprised to realize that I really did. << Why shouldn’t you want me to fuck you? Are you a good little Catholic or something? >>
<< No >>
<< Then just listen to what you want and not what you feel you shouldn’t do. It’s usually a lot funner that way >>
<< More fun >> Desperate corrected me, and I smiled.
<< I really do want to fuck you, and I can come over right now. Can I see your pics first >>
<< I dunno if I should be doing this >>
<< Of course you should >>
Another few moments of awkward silence.
<< Please >> I typed, and then stared at the words on the screen. I’d never pleaded with anyone on these sites. They all wanted me. My profile made it clear that I was hot and masculine and built like Adonis. The fact that I had an eight-inch, wrist-thick cock didn’t hurt either. And I had pictures to back up my claims, when I chose to unlock them and tease the players a little more than usual. They always begged me.
<< OK >> Desperate typed back. << But please don’t share them with anyone. I really shouldn’t be doing this >>
<< I won’t >>
A moment later I received a message that his pictures had been unlocked. I clicked on the first one and stared at the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen. It was as white as snow and silky smooth. The back and legs that were also visible were deeply tanned, and as smooth as the tightly muscled bubble butt that was exposed on top of ...
. . . Wait. That was my bedspread in the picture. I leaned in closer to the screen and looked at his ass. There it was. The tiny mole at the bottom of his back where his spine met his ass. I quickly clicked on the second picture, and Brad’s smiling face stared back at me.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my heart, and I fought to catch my breath. Tears welled in my eyes, and I wiped them away before they could fall down my cheeks.
<< Hello? >> Brad typed. << I hope your silence doesn’t mean you’ve changed your mind >>
I stared at the pictures and tried to type something. But my hands wouldn’t move.
<< It’s OK if you’re not interested. I understand >>
<< No, it’s not that >> I typed quickly.
<< Then? >>
<< I want you >> I typed as I wiped a tear from my eyes. << Can I fuck you now? >>
Another moment of pause, and then ... << Yes >>
<< Good. What’s your address? >> I couldn’t stop the tears now, and my heart felt like I’d swallowed it.
<< Can’t do it here >>
<< Why not? I’m at work now. We can’t do it here >>
<< OK, look. I have a boyfriend, and I can’t bring someone into our home. Sorry if that offends you, but that’s the way it is >>
I sniffled and wiped snot from my nose. Brad was getting a littl
e feisty now, like he did when his mind was made up. I wanted to smile, but couldn’t.
<< If you have a bf, why are you having sex with someone else? >>
<< Are you judging me? >>
I did smile at that one. He could be so pissy at times. I loved him for that.
<< No. Just wondering >>
<< He’s been a little ... preoccupied the past few months. Not real responsive, and I’m horny as shit, OK? >>
<< OK >>
<< Look, I’m not looking for anything serious here at all. I’m in love. But I just need to get fucked. It’s been awhile >>
<> I typed and swallowed hard.
<< I’m beginning to think this isn’t such a great idea. Maybe we should just forget it >
<< NO!! Let’s do it. Just say when and where >>
<< I don’t know >>
<< Meet me at the Safeway at 6th and Corona in half an hour >> We lived only two blocks from there, and I knew he wouldn’t argue. << I drive a white Honda Element. I’ll be at the front door waiting for you >> It was a lie. I drove a black Lexus, and I had no intention of meeting him at Safeway.
<< OK >>
<< I’ll see you in a few minutes >>
<< Bye >>
I signed off the site and wiped the tears from my eyes. My god, how could I have let it go this far? How could I have neglected the man I love so much that he actually was looking for sex elsewhere? Sure, I played around online a lot, but I only teased. I never met or intended to meet anyone. I was pretty sure Brad had every intention of meeting me at Safeway.
I turned off my computer and walked out of my office.
“Rhonda, I’m gonna be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Cancel my appointments. Tell them I’m sick. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mr. Peterson.”
It took me about fifteen minutes to get home. I parked a block away, and sat in my car for a couple of minutes, gathering my courage and trying to catch my breath and slow down my heartbeat. Then I walked up to our house. I stood on the front porch, just to the side of the door so Brad wouldn’t be able to see me if he were to look toward the door or window.
After about five minutes, Brad opened the door and took a step out onto the porch. Before he could put both feet outside the door, I stepped forward and pushed him backward into the house.
“What the ...” he started to yell.
I saw the fear and surprise in his eyes and heard it in his voice, and wished more than anything that I could take it all away and make him feel safe. Then the look in his eyes softened as he realized it was me.
“Steven, what’s going on? What are you doing home?”
“I came for you.”
“What?”
“Where were you going, Brad?” I asked, trying very hard to keep my voice from shaking.
He hesitated for a moment. “I was ... we’re out of ...”
“Shhhh,” I said, and kissed him softly on the lips. I sucked on his tongue as he darted it in and out of my mouth, and hugged him tightly as he allowed his body to relax against mine. “We’re not out of anything, do you hear me? Nothing you can get at Safeway or anywhere else. We’re not out of anything. We have all we need right here.”
Brad pulled away my body and looked at the floor. “How did you know?”
“Because I’m the guy you were chatting with. I’m the man you were going to meet at Safeway.”
“I’m so sorry, Steven,” Brad whimpered, and raised his hands to his face. “I didn’t mean to ... I don’t know what ...”
“It’s okay. Don’t cry. And don’t apologize.”
“I didn’t want to ...”
“I’ve been such an ass, babe. I should never have treated you like that. If you’d have left me for the way I’ve been treating you lately, I would have deserved it.”
Brad grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into him. He licked my lips, and then slid his tongue slowly into my mouth. I tasted the toothpaste and mouthwash and knew they were meant for someone else. Some anonymous trick that he’d have given himself to completely for an hour and then never see again. Hopefully. But I didn’t care. It was me tasting it now, and I sucked on his tongue and kissed him passionately.
He began undressing me as he kissed me and pushed me backward toward the bedroom. When we reached the bed, he threw me down onto it, and ripped my slacks from my legs. And he didn’t bother pulling off my underwear, but instead ripped them in half and threw them to the floor. I’d never seen him like this.
“I love you, Steven,” he said huskily as he straddled my naked body and leaned in to kiss me as he undressed himself.
“I love you, too,” I said, helping him with his jeans.
“But I need more than what you’ve been giving me lately,” he whispered in my ear.
“I know ...”
“Shut up. I need you to hold me tight and tell me you love me. I need you to laugh with me and make me laugh with you. I need you to bring me flowers and tell me every day that you can’t live without me.”
“I will,” I panted as he rubbed his naked ass across my hard cock. “I promise. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know what came over me.”
“And I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now and every day for the rest of our lives.” He reached behind him and positioned my cock head at the entrance to his hole.
He took a deep breath then slid his ass down onto my cock until just the head slid inside. He moaned loudly as his ass tightened around the head of my cock. “Every day that I tell you I want it,” he whispered into my ear as he licked it and then slid all the way down my thick shaft.
I closed my eyes and moaned as he squeezed my dick. The heat of his ass muscles warmed my cock like a wet electric blanket. It was so tight it felt like he had my cock wrapped in one of those blood-pressure cuffs. He’s been that way from day one, and even though we’d had sex hundreds of times, it never ceased to amaze me how tight and in control his ass was.
“God, I love you, babe,” I moaned as I slid my cock in and out of him.
“Then start acting like it,” he said as he bit my lower lip roughly, then kissed me softly. He’d never been aggressive like this before, and it made my cock harder inside him. “And don’t ever disrespect me again.” He pulled his ass all the way off my cock to prove his point.
“I won’t,” I panted, and pulled him by the waist back onto my throbbing cock. “I promise.”
“Good. Now shut up and fuck my ass.”
As if I needed prodding. I lay on my back for several minutes, sliding my big dick deep into his ass, and then out again. I hadn’t realized how long it’d been since I’d fucked Brad until I felt the cum churning in my balls after only a couple of minutes.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.
“Like hell,” Brad said, and slid off me in one move. He lay on his back and lifted and spread his legs.
I took a few seconds to catch my breath, and allow the cum to retreat. Then I went back in. I put the head of my cock against his already wet and hot hole and let it rest there for a moment.
“Don’t tease me, Steven,” Brad said huskily. “Shove your cock up my ass and fuck me.”
I was in no position to argue, so I slammed my dick into him in one move. He cried out in initial pain, and bit his arm. Then he began to moan as he lifted his ass off of the bed and up and down the length of my cock. I tried to pretend I was in control, shoving inside him slowly at first and then more forcefully. But I was kidding myself. Brad’s ass was so strong and commanding that I was completely at his mercy. He squeezed my dick as he slid himself up and down my cock. I finally stopped moving altogether and just let him milk my cock.
He moaned and thrashed his head back and forth as he impaled my dick, and that was all it took. I couldn’t take any more. I slammed into him several times until my balls slapped against his ass.
“I’m cumming, baby,” I said loudly.<
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“Me too,” he said, and slid his ass off my cock.
I pointed my dick toward his torso just in time. Cum flew everywhere—the headboard, the wall behind us, the pillows on either side of Brad’s head, his chest and stomach. But the majority of it landed on his face. He was covered in it, and it turned me on more than I’d expected. I leaned down and kissed him, licking my own still-warm cum from his soft, sex warmed lips.
“Oh, FUCK!” Brad yelled, and a moment later I felt the wet heat of his load spray across my back and ass. When it finally stopped I found myself wishing it hadn’t.
I collapsed onto him, relishing the feel of his cum drying on my back and ass as our chests and stomachs slid against one another with the slickness of the part of my load that had landed on his torso. We lay like that, chest to chest and feeling one another’s heartbeats, for several minutes before either of us spoke.
“I need more than just your money and your security, Steven,” Brad whispered into my ear as we caught our breath. “I need more than what you’ve been giving me lately.”
“I know, baby.”
“I need you to kiss me.”
“I know.”
“I need you to love me.”
“I do.”
“And I need you to fuck me like you’ll never get the chance to do it again.”
“I will.”
“A lot.”
I laughed and kissed him tenderly, then looked into his eyes. Tears were streaming down them. “I know, baby. Really I do,” I said as I wiped his tears and kissed him again. “I realize that now. I’ve been a jerk. But I can’t lose you. I can’t bear the thought of not having you by my side for the rest of my life.”
“I love you, Steven.”
“And I love you. I’ll never let you doubt that again, or feel like you need to go elsewhere.”
“Thank you. And now, just one more thing,” he said as he rolled me off of him and leaned on one elbow as he looked into my eyes.