by Davis, SJ
“My thoughts about Aaron too,” I smile. “Need a refill?”
“Sure, why not. I don’t have any plans for the night, just hanging out with myself. I thought about taking a ride around town on the ole’ bike.”
“Sounds like fun. I should break out my Harley Night-Rod special one night and cruise around myself.”
“Yeah, I’d like to see you cruise on that bad-boy. Screw these mucky’s in our lives, let's ride.”
“Yeah, you really want to?” He nods. “You’re right. I gotta change first Dax, give me a few.”
“No problem, just going to enjoy the tunes while you get ready.”
I take the steps two at a time on the way up to my room, and change into my leathers and stomp boots. I grab my jacket from the hall closet on the way downstairs.
“Nice stompers man.”
“Thanks, my favorite kind. You ready?’
“Let’s do it to it man.” I head towards the kitchen and out though the door in the laundry room to the garage.
Chapter Three
We cruise around the 610 Loop and head out towards the North side of town. Hauling ass at about a hundred miles an hour, we goof around swapping lanes. His Suzuki is hard to keep up with, or so he thinks. His blond hair gusts in the wind from the speeds we’re going. Mine swings around and whips me in the face. I lower my visor to stop the wind lashes that lick the side of my cheek. It’s almost midnight, and no traffic.
I throttle down, as we approach the steep left hand turn to the entrance of I-45. Halfway through the curve Dax cranks it back up. I follow.
I crank it back up, and let my Night Rod pass him before we ever hit Crosstimbers or Tidwell Drive. He revs it up and we blast through the Greenspoint Mall-Beltway 8 exit.
It’s time to show him what my bike is made of. Let me rip this out. I jam his ass out and scoot him in my dust. I have no idea where we’re going, but who cares. This is a blast. I haven’t been midnight riding in a long time. I throttle down and look in the rearview mirror. He gives me a ‘fuck off dude’ grin. Aaron used to worry too much; he didn’t do bikes at all. He was a bit twinkish when it came to things like this.
I let Dax speed past me. He grinds it down near the exit ramp to 1960, and hits the right hand turn lane to exit. I jump behind and coast it down to speed limit rules. We exit and hang a sharp right U-turn under the freeway and hit the entrance ramp. As we approach the 610 Loop again, I yank the handlebars towards the right, but sit upright for balance and so I don’t tip the bike completely on its side and send myself barreling across the lanes. I can do without a severe case of road rash! I head for home and Dax follows. We pull back in my driveway and I kill the motor.
“I’m impressed.” He nods his head towards my bike. “You really do know how to ride Damien.”
“Yep, come on in.” I’m proud, and impressed that he’s impressed.
Dax follows me into the house, and I pull off my jacket and hang it on the hook in the entry hallway. I take Dax’s also and hang it up too.
“You want a drink?” I stroll over to my bar.
“Might as well. Hey if it’s okay, I’ll come by Sunday and shock the pool for you.”
“Sounds great. Just whenever you have time. Not like I’ll have to drag Aaron out of it this time. In fact I won’t ever have to do that again.”
Dax reaches out and takes the drink I just poured for him and sits on the couch, taking a sip. I sit down next to him and notice he’s staring at me.
“Anything wrong Dax?”
“I knew he was trouble.” He looks down at the floor.
“Who Aaron? What do you mean you knew?”
“I come every week to do the pool, you know that. There was a time a couple of weeks ago, that he was outside with someone else.”
“What do you mean ‘with’ someone else?”
“I mean someone who wasn’t you Damien.” Dax shifts sideways, not wanting to make eye contact with me after letting that one out.
“That mother fucker. Why didn’t you say something to me?”
“It’s not any of my business. It’s not like they were all over each other or anything, but they were flirting. I just figured he was a friend. I didn’t think Aaron had big enough gonads to bring someone else in on your home. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re a pretty scary looking guy sometimes.”
“Me scary? How do you figure that?” Curious, I turn to face him.
“Dude, you’re tall, you’ve sleeved out in tats, and you look like you hit the gym ten times a day. You have that air of intimidation all over you, kind of like a biker almost.”
“Wow, well not sure I’ve ever been told that before.”
I tip my glass up and down the last bit of drink. I find what he said almost flattering, in a roundabout twisted kind of way. Not that I like being told I look like a biker bully but that he noticed I keep in shape.
“You know I’m a real nice guy right?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“Yes I know, Damien. Look I’m sorry about you and Aaron though.”
“Shit happens. So what happened with you and Marcy? Did you find out who the dude was or did she try to explain it?”
“It was her ex.” He kicks up one leg, resting it on his other knee. “He came back to town over a month ago, and she wanted to give it another try, so I was out and he was in.” His foot is shaking back and forth, he’s uncomfortable.
“Damn! You were living with her at her apartment, right?”
“Yep. Mind if I pour another?”
I hold my hand out as a welcome invitation.
He points toward the bottle. “You want one?”
I hand him my glass. “So where are you staying now Dax?”
“Here and there. A spent a couple nights back at home, but that didn’t work out so well. I’ve been at a couple different hotels, I go wherever is close to the job.”
“That sucks. If you need a place, I’ve got three rooms here that I don’t use.” I wave my hand out in front of me like I’m displaying the house. ”You’re more than welcome to one of them. I’ve been debating if I wanted to rent out one or two of them, but I didn’t want some stranger in here.”
“Really? That would be badass. When I can get a day off, I’ll go look for a place of my own.” Dax runs his hands through his hair, his eyebrows dip into a furrow. “I won’t ever be put in this situation again, this time I’ll buy my own place. Business is good, I can afford it.” He sits up and turns to me.
“I understand. I feel the same way, and that is why I own this house to be honest. I’ve been in your shoes and it sucks. You sure you don’t mind sharing a home, with me being gay and all that?
“That kind of shit doesn’t bother me at all Damien, it never has.”
“Good to know, not everyone your age can hack it. How old are you anyway?” He seems so cool about this, not like most people.
“Twenty-four, and you?”
“Coming up on thirty in another month. Not looking forward to that one.”
“Me either,” he laughs, “I’ll go get my things tomorrow morning, my first client isn’t until noon.”
“Cool. Let me show you the rooms, and you can pick any one you like.” I stand, and wait for him to do the same.
“I really appreciate this Damien.” He reaches out to shake my hand.
We head upstairs, and Dax looks into the rooms. He ends up picking the one across from mine, it’s the biggest and has a view of the backyard. He pulls out his wallet and tries to hand me money, but I make him put it away. Right now I could just use the company more than anything else. Plus I don’t mind having live man-candy roaming around the house.
I run back downstairs and get Aaron’s old door key for Dax. I lock up the house for the night and set the silent alarm. This living arrangement is going to be very interesting.
Chapter Four
Granger’s cold, wet nose presses against my cheek, waking me up.
“All right boy, all right. You need to go
outside, don’t cha boy?” I reach over and give him a pat.
Granger starts spinning in a circle. I swear he thinks he’s a tiny Chihuahua. I climb out of bed, and head downstairs. The smell of sizzling bacon wafts through the air, and my stomach growls. I open the patio door for Granger.
It’s a nice cool morning, so I leave the door open. I glance at the wall clock, it reads eight o’clock in the morning. I go in the kitchen, and Dax is standing over the stove. He’s got on shorts, but no shirt. Good gawd…lipsmack!
The muscles in his back are rigid, tight and firm, like a Greek sculpture. His body frays out, from his waist up to his armpits. His long hair is tossed to one side, and the ridge from his neck down bulges out. This man is a walking hard-on!
“Morning Dax.”
“Good morning, hope you’re hungry?” He turns, giving me a sexy grin.
“Yes, it smells great.”
“Oh I forgot to mention, I love to cook,” he laughs.
“That’s great because I don’t, unless it’s on the grill outside.” I put my hands in the air, giving a visual apology.
He turns the stove off and pulls biscuits from the oven. We have a seat at the table and enjoy breakfast. This is way better than my normal morning. I usually grab something from a drive-thru on the way into work. Aaron didn’t cook, he liked me taking him out. He was spoiled.
“So what’s on your agenda for today Damien?”
“Oh not much, just a little laundry is all. Think I’ll chill out by the pool, and read a bit.”
“I wouldn’t have figured you for a reader.” He takes a sip of his coffee.
“No? I love reading, but hardly ever have time for it anymore, not with work all the time. What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I rarely have spare time, but I like to bowl, and I love going out to the races at Houston Motor Speedway. When I can, I catch a concert or movie every now and then too. Or cook.”
“Well you won’t hear me complaining about your cooking from me. The kitchen is yours, so you do with it whatever you wish. I’ll give you some money for groceries.” Excellent, home cooked meals will be nice for a change.
“Nah, don’t worry about it man. You’re letting me stay here, the least I can do is pick up the grocery tab. I’ll help pitch in on the utilities around here too.”
“Sounds like a plan, we’ll get it all down on a rental agreement or something later on, no hurry. You heading out to pick up your things this morning?”
“Yes, I have to run over to my parent’s house to get my truck. I’ll load up a few things, but I should be back in a few hours. Awe crap, I have that job at noon today too. I guess I’ll just drop off my things and then go take care of that. Once it’s done, besides your pool, I’ll be off for the weekend. I can’t even remember the last time I had a weekend off.”
“You have a good one then, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Laterzzz.”
Dax is up and out the door in fifteen minutes. I throw in a load of laundry, and clean up my bedroom. I really need to get a maid in here. That was one good thing about Aaron, he did keep a clean house. Ugh, I need to quit thinking about him, we’re done.
I pull out the yellow pages and make a few calls. The maid starts next week on Thursday. Excellent.
I change into my bathing suit, open up the doors and windows, and grab my book.
***
“Dude, wake up man.” Dax stands over me, holding a beer.
“What, what is it?” I rub my eyes. Ouch!
“You are sunburned big time. You fell asleep.”
“Shit, what time is it Dax?” I damn near throw myself out of the chair trying to sit up straight.
“Three in the afternoon dude. I just got in from my job.”
“Damn, I was beat. I guess it finally caught up with me.”
I touch all over my face, but nothing hurts too badly. Good thing I was already halfway tan, or I’d be blistered from head to toe. I dive in the pool to cool off. Dax plunges in behind me.
“Funny being on this side of the water,” Dax laughs.
“Yeah it is.”
We both swim laps for about twenty minutes, then climb in the hot tub.
“Man, I remember being in these many times, back when I was in high school.”
“Been in few, in my days too.”
“Can I ask you something Damien?” He rubs his thumb across his chin.
“Go for it.”
“Have you ever been with a woman before?” He ducks his head down after asking.
I almost choke. “Yes Dax, many times. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious is all. I mean, when you lived in your other place, I never saw you with anyone, but since being here, you were with Aaron. I just assumed you’d always been gay. So what happened?”
“What happened?” I laugh, “Nothing happened. I’ve just broadened my horizons is all. Why not try it all, you know?”
“Um…no, I don’t know.” His expression, one eyebrow arched and mouth dropped wide open, makes me want to laugh. He totally doesn’t get it.
“I’ll try to explain it, if I can. I go either way. I’ve never fallen in to any type of stereotypical role. It’s like having a lick of all the flavors in an ice cream shop. I think it all comes down to compatibility and communication. When two people click, they just click. It has nothing to do with what they have in their pants. At least not to me. I have girl and guy friends, and I’ve had both sexually too. No big deal.”
“Cool way of looking at it, I guess. I never thought too much about it before. Hey, you feel like doing the bowling thing?” He changes the subject quickly.
“Sure, it’s been a while, but why not. I have nothing else planned, and it’s still early enough, we can get there before all the Saturday night kids get there.”
“Ha, you were one of those kids back in the day too? A bowling alley was the easiest place to score booze. I remember well.”
“Yes it was.”
I laugh and climb out of the hot tub, wrapping the towel around me and go upstairs to rinse off. I toss on a pair of button up Levi’s and throw on a Metallica concert shirt.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I tie up my shoes. Dax and I seem to be hitting it off fairly well. He’s really easy to talk to and we seem to have the same interests.
I glance across the hallway, harmless. Dax walks out with a towel around him, and drops it to the floor. He’s naked as a jaybird. Holy mother of HAWT! He reaches into the closet fumbling for his clothes. His ass is tight like a fucking Gladiator, and the way he just dangles in the wind…whew!
My mouths drops open. I think I’ve shredded through the studs on the way down to the first floor! ~picks carpet fibers from teeth~
I rub my hand across my dick and it immediately begins to swell beneath my jeans. It throbs so hard, there is no way I can go out without a severe case of blue balls. The sight of Dax across the hall naked is making me shitfuck horny. I’ve never reacted this way, been able to look at someone and get all hard like this, but with him it’s happening. Dax walking around his room naked is fucking incredible, he’s got the hottest body I’ve ever seen. I would give anything just to be able to touch him, to stroke him. I squeeze myself trying to break the spell he’s caused on my cock, but it’s not working. The throbbing pulsates deep into me and I slowly massage across the bulge in my jeans, I need a release. I slowly unzip my jeans, edging the tip of my cock to freedom. I take my fingers and massage the tip of it. Oh yeah!
Dax has his radio blasting, thank God because I can’t help but moan. He bends over and towel dries his long hair. Holy fuck! His door is only cracked, but it’s enough for me to admire the scenery.
My dick grows between my fingertips, and I slip my hand inside my boxers. Oh fuck me! God, I hope he doesn’t look out the door and see me. I feel like a voyeur, but how can I even resist this. I pop my cock out of my boxers and wrap my hand around it, stroking up and down myself. Thinking about him st
roking me occupies my thoughts, that and him walking around his room naked. Damn! I swipe up and down on myself, slow then speeding so I don’t get caught. Oh shit, I’m going to come all over myself. I grip tighter, reaching for the lube on the night stand, and squirt a little into my hand. Oh yesss! My dick gets to the point of volcanic eruption, and I have to get up and walk into my bathroom, but not before taking another look across the hallway, seeing his tight ass and those legs that don’t quit.
I never release myself as I walk into the shower area and close the door. I lean up against the wall, letting my jeans drop to my kneecaps. Furiously, I jack myself hard and quick. My eyes roll back into my head and the image of Dax’s swinging cock floods my memory. I’d gladly lower myself to my knees, and suck him into my mouth. I’d love to have him pumping and jutting himself into my mouth, in and out. I’d love to trace my tongue across his balls, licking them towards my mouth, and sucking each one so gently. Oh my god!
I press my shoulders against the wall, aiming my groin forward, and slip my hand up and down myself. Imagining him in front of me as I fuck his mouth is almost too much for me to handle. I knee wiggle my jeans down to my ankle, and clench my nuts with my left hand. Jiggling the softness, they begin to tighten. I pump from the tip of my dick down the shaft and slam into my pubic hair, I can stop jerking myself. I tense as my body begins to warm and tingle, the hairs to attention across every part of my body. I lean further out, just like I was ramming myself into his mouth, when I feel the warm release oozing between my fingers. Oh fuck yes, yess! The warm jizz splatters into my hands and I gasp for air. He was just the best non-touching fuck I’ve ever had in my entire life. I pant, trying to regain my composure. Once I come to my senses, I turn the knob on the shower and rinse my hand off. How the hell can someone be the best orgasm ever when you never even touched them? Fucking insane!
Chapter Five
We get in two games here at Diamond Bowl, before all the local teenagers start coming in. We decide to leave, but Dax wants to stop by the grocery store. I haven’t been to a grocery store in a year, this should be interesting.