In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  “Billy…Jesus, Billy.”

  Ted’s fingers dug into Bill’s hair, encouraging him. About to swoon from living this dream, Bill opened his lips and wrapped them around the head of Ted’s cock.

  “Oh, my fucking God…” Ted whimpered.

  Going wild at his taste and warmth, Bill moaned in delirium, allowing Ted’s length to press deeper into his mouth.

  Ted’s fingertips burrowed strongly into Bill’s hair as if Ted’s pleasure increased.

  Savoring it, wondering if this was some trick of the night in the dark, Bill sucked leisurely from base to tip, finding Ted’s balls to caress gently. From his partner, only gasps and whimpers were heard.

  Ted drew Bill tighter to his body, deepening the penetration. Bill tasted a drop of pre-cum on his tongue.

  “Baby, that feels real good.”

  Bill moaned at the thought of giving Ted pleasure. Holding Ted’s ass, Bill allowed him to fuck his mouth for a few moments.

  Widening his stance, Ted took advantage of it and thrust into Bill’s mouth with stronger strokes. “That’s it. That’s it.”

  The tingles in Bill’s body were making him swoon. Hearing Ted growing closer to orgasm, feeling his organ ripple and throb, Bill’s own dick was going crazy behind his zipper.

  A grunting gasp reached his ears. Ted plunged deeply and gripped Bill’s head like a vice. Bill closed his eyes and sucked harder, faster. Ted’s cock quivered and shot out his load. Bill moaned and swallowed him down, milking him for more.

  “Oh, Jesus Christ!” Ted’s knees gave out and he reached back for the counter.

  Bill gripped him tightly around his thighs, keeping him upright. Slowing his pace, Bill lapped gently at the tip of Ted’s cock, caressing it in adoration, letting him recover.

  Allowing Ted’s cock to slip away from his mouth, Bill gazed up at him. Ted was braced on the counter, his eyes staring at the ceiling unblinking.

  Having no idea where this act would leave their friendship or their working relationship, Bill sat back, wiped his mouth with his hand and waited.

  As if in a dream, Ted tucked himself in, closing his pants.

  “Ted?” Bill had no idea how he was feeling.

  Ted reached down and gripped both of Bill’s shoulders, urging him to stand. When he brought Bill to his lips, Bill melted in Ted’s strong embrace. He wrapped his arm around Ted’s neck, sucking and lapping at his tongue hungrily. “I adore you,” Bill hissed, completely lovesick.

  Parting from their kiss, Ted petted back Bill’s hair gently. “We just got carried away, that’s all.”

  Trying to get back to himself again, knowing it was indeed only one night, no strings attached, nothing more, Bill nodded, parting from Ted to stand on his own. “Yes.” He fought with the pain of longing in his chest.

  “We just got out of hand, you know, watching those two men.” Ted tilted his head at the elevator monitor.

  “Right.” Bill ran his hand through his hair, avoiding Ted’s eyes as his pleasure changed to humiliation.

  “Let’s check the parking garage. We didn’t get that far on our rounds.”

  “Okay.” Bill tried not to feel too let down. After all, he got to suck Ted’s cock. Never in a million years did he think that would ever happen. He should be satisfied with that. It was amazing and he’d relive the fantasy over and over again while he fisted himself in his own bed.

  Ted picked up his flashlight. “You ready, Billy?”

  “Yes.” Slightly dizzy from the manic mood of a thrill immediately followed by a depression, Bill knew it would pass.

  Following Ted out, waiting as he locked the office door, they moved through the dimly lit hallway to the parking garage. Bill wasn’t sure what to feel at the moment. He was glad to have given Ted a blowjob, but hated the feeling of being let down by it at the same time. Expectations. They were a trap, a bottomless pit.

  “Oh shit,” Ted muttered.

  “What?” Bill woke from his stupor.

  “The damn gate’s not open.”

  Bill looked from behind Ted’s broad shoulders at a few parked cars near the exit. Silhouettes of two men were back lighted by the emergency exit light.

  They approached the men and Bill noticed one was ranting on his mobile phone to someone.

  “’Bout time!” the man shouted.

  Ted set his flashlight down and grabbed hold of the metal gate tugging at it.

  “Does it have a release switch?” Bill whispered.

  “It should. Point my light at it.”

  Rushing to help, Bill aimed Ted’s flashlight at the box attached to the electric gate.

  The second man stood close. “Will it open?”

  “I don’t know.” Ted tried to feel around the mechanism in the dark.

  Bill bit his lip, looking back into the garage. “Are you the only two here?”

  “Yes. Everyone else got fed up and left their cars,” the second, calmer man answered.

  The first man snorted in annoyance, speaking into the phone, “I have no idea. He’s looking at it now.”

  Bill crouched down so he could whisper. “Any luck?”

  “No.” Ted stood, got a hold of the iron gate and tried to muscle it back. The other three men joined in, grunting to get it open.

  “We tried that,” the calm man said, giving up. “It won’t budge.”

  Ted rose to his full height, brushing off his hands. “Right. I have two ideas. One: let me go get my toolbox and see if I can open the damn thing up. There has to be an emergency release. The other is to call my supervisor and see if he knows where the release switch is. You got another minute?”

  The calm man smiled. “There’s no power anywhere and it’s blowing like a hurricane out here. Where the hell do I have to go?”

  Bill heard the wind whipping past the open cement driveway watching branches of palm trees skid by.

  “Hold on.” The first man cupped the tiny phone. “Well?”

  “Give me a minute.” Ted tilted his head to Bill, gesturing for them to leave.

  Bill shut off the flashlight and followed Ted, returning to the building door. “Ted.”

  Ted paused before he left the garage, spinning back to him.

  “I’m sorry about before.”

  When Ted wrapped his arm around him and pinned him against a parked car, Bill gasped in shock.

  “I’m not.” Ted pushed his hips into Bill’s seductively.

  “Shit! Really?” Bill’s pulse raced.

  Ted reached between Bill’s legs and massaged his cock. “It just took me a moment to think about it.”

  Shivering with erotic chills, Bill went limp in Ted’s arms.

  “And I liked it.” Ted kissed Bill’s neck.

  “God. I’m going to explode.” Bill moaned in agony.

  Ted peered over his shoulder quickly before he knelt down and opened Bill’s slacks.

  “Holy shit!” Bill was on fire. The minute he felt Ted’s hot, wet mouth he almost fainted. “Ted…ohmyGod, Ted.”

  Hearing Ted’s moans of pleasure, the sucking, powerful and strong, Bill went limp against the car behind him. It was pure fantasy. Never in a million years had Bill expected Ted to reciprocate. Love him! Oh yes! I love him so much!

  The churning in his balls became a rocket launch. The pleasure began at the root deep inside him and expanded like an exploding stick of dynamite.

  Bill gripped tightly to Ted as if he would be launched off the cement floor of the parking garage. The intensity of the sensation was like nothing Bill had ever felt before in his life. Peering down, seeing the fantastic Ted Green going down on him, giving him head, Bill was near passing out with a swoon. I must be dreaming! Hallucinating! This can’t be real!

  But it was, and it washed over Bill like a tidal wave. Biting his lip to prevent a scream of bliss that would alert the entire city of his climax, Bill came, grunting as quietly as he could in ecstasy. “Oh, man…Ted…” He gripped the solid muscle of Ted’s shoulder, sated and
completely in love.

  Parking Blues

  “What the hell is taking them so long?” The man on the cell phone checked his watch.

  The second man leaned against his car and sighed. “Give it a rest. Where the hell do you have to go in this storm?”

  “Anywhere but a freezing garage.” The man pocketed his phone and sighed. “Did they even go in?”

  “Go in what?” the second man asked.

  “Those security guys. I didn’t see them enter the building.”

  “They had to. They were getting tools and calling someone.”

  The first man walked closer to the lobby door.

  The second man watched him, following curiously. When the first man stopped short the second one caught up. “What?”

  Without a word, the first man grabbed the second one’s arm and pointed.

  The second man peered into the dimness to see the big black security guard crouching in front of the young white one. “Holy fuck!”

  The first man shoved the second one back from the other two men, so they could speak and not be overheard.

  “I don’t believe this.” The first man shook his head.

  “Any port in the storm?” The second man chuckled.

  “I don’t think we’re getting out of here for a little while more.”

  “Uh, no. Me neither.”

  “I’m fucking freezing.” The first man rubbed his suit jacket over his arms.

  “Come on. Let’s sit in my car.” The second man chirped his key fob and unlocked the doors to a Mercedes. He climbed into the driver’s seat and waited as the second man did the same next to him. “I’m Pete.”

  “David.” He reached to shake Pete’s hand.

  “Are you warm enough or do you want me to turn on the engine?” Pete asked, putting the key in the ignition.

  “Why waste the gas? We could be here a while. I just felt as if the garage was a wind tunnel. It was whipping through there.” David looked back in the direction of the security men. “Do you believe that?” He gestured.

  Pete slouched down in the seat, smiling. “Yeah, why not? Maybe they’re lovers.”

  “Come on. Sucking in the stupid parking lot? Give me a break. That building must be vacant by now. They could have found an office or something.”

  “Maybe some guys like the excitement of being caught. Or watched.” Pete grinned wickedly.

  David didn’t reply.

  In the pause, Pete glanced over at him in annoyance. “What’s the deal?” Pete asked, “You’re not a homophobe, are you?”

  “No. Are you?”

  “No.” Pete chuckled. “Are you gay?”

  “That’s awfully forward of you.” David appeared indignant. “I don’t know you other than you’re the guy who’s stuck in the parking garage with me in the middle of LA during a windstorm.”

  Pete shrugged. “Then you know me.”

  David flipped open his phone.

  “Wife waiting?” Pete asked flippantly.

  “No. Fucking thing’s going dead anyway.” He closed it and pocketed it. “Your wife waiting?” David asked in the same sarcastic tone.

  “No.”

  “Are you gay?”

  “Nosy fucker.” Pete thought the question was tinged with nastiness. He didn’t like the attitude one bit.

  “Ha. Now you know how it feels. I don’t suppose we need to ask our security team that.”

  “Nope. Moot point.” Pete relaxed his arm on the seat back.

  “Which office is it you work in?” David pressed his back against the passenger’s door so he was facing him.

  “A law office. Larsen, Knight, Bernstein and Associates.”

  “Huh. Me too. Ladden and Pugg.”

  “Which floor?”

  “Eighth. You?”

  “Ninth.” Pete smiled smugly. “We must be better than you.”

  “Ha ha.” Under his breath David mumbled, “Jerk-off,” before he added, “What branch of law?”

  Pete heard the insult but chose to ignore it. “Civil litigation.”

  David nodded. “Same here.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit!” David teased in an exaggerated tone of excitement.

  The wind blew something big past the iron gate.

  “What the hell was that?” David asked.

  “Looked like a roof.”

  “Holy crap.” David shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

  “We’re probably in the best spot to sit this thing out. It’s a massive concrete and brick building. Not some thatched hut.”

  “Thatched hut? Who the hell are you? Gilligan?”

  “Why are you being such an uptight ass?” Pete sneered.

  As if it was David’s turn to ignore the demeaning comment, he asked Pete, “Did they predict the storm to be like this? I don’t remember anyone saying it was going to be this bad? I heard thundershowers. That was it.”

  “Do you want me to turn on the radio?”

  “Yeah, just for a minute.”

  Pete turned the key to auxiliary and searched for a news channel.

  “…gusts up to eighty miles an hour continue to pummel the area…rainfall of up to six inches expected by morning…power is out to more than six hundred thousand homes…”

  “Holy shit.” David shook his head.

  “Hope my place survives.” Pete scrubbed his rough jaw.

  “Why? Are you on the coast?”

  “No. Bel Air.”

  “Me too.”

  “Shut up.” Pete laughed as if David suddenly had to compete with everything he said.

  “Why shut up?” David tilted his head and glared at him.

  “How much more are we supposed to have in common? Are you making it up as you go along simply because my law firm is one floor higher than yours?”

  “No, you stupid idiot.” David laughed. “I don’t know why we have things in common. But if you keep asking me questions I’ll keep telling you the answers. If you don’t want me to tell you shit, then shut up.”

  Turning the car off so the radio quieted, Pete was beginning to enjoy the playful banter this blackout had caused very much. “Fine. I’ll keep asking you just to see how bad it is.” Pete paused before he added, “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-seven.” David replied snootily, his nose up in the air.

  Pete choked in surprise. “When’s your birthday?”

  “May fifteenth.”

  “Jesus!”

  “What?”

  “I’m twenty-seven and my birthday is May first.”

  “Old fart,” David teased, “You’re older than me by fourteen days, nyah, nyah.”

  “Shut up, ya baby.” Pete laughed at his silly expression. “Fuck. This is getting weird.” Pete rubbed his hand over his own thigh nervously.

  “Weird? No shit! Our two security guys are probably still sucking each other off. That is fucking weird.” David twisted back in their direction. “And I’m stuck with Gilligan who lives in a straw hut.” David peered back to the lobby door. “How long could it take for them to get back here and open the stupid gate? You don’t think they’re still there doing each other, do you?”

  “I could think of worse things to do,” Pete muttered, touching his jaw.

  “Huh?” David asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “You are gay. You are so gay.” David laughed at him, pointing rudely.

  “Oh, shut up. You don’t know what I am.”

  “I’m surprised you don’t live in West Hollywood…gay man. Gay man,” David taunted.

  “Are you looking for a belt in the mouth?” Pete bristled. “Because you’re coming close.”

  “Are you going to punch me because you’re gay or not gay?”

  “None of your fucking business.”

  That reply only made David laugh harder.

  “What is the big deal about everyone’s sexual preference anyway?” Pete ran his hand over the steering wheel absently. “Whose business is it who
I fuck?”

  “Uh, let’s see. The government?” David scoffed. “The fucking bible-thumpers are pressuring the government all the time. They seem to think they need to decide if we have the right to marry.”

  Pete blinked. “We? You said ‘we’. Then you are gay?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You fucking did.”

  “Did not.”

  “Did!” Pete pointed at him. “You just said ‘they need to decide if we have the right to marry’. ‘We’. And that pronoun indicated you were including yourself. You can’t fool me. I’m a lawyer.”

  “A dumb lawyer. You heard wrong. You have a screw loose.”

  “Gay man! Gay man!” Pete tormented him.

  “Shut up.” David shoved him playfully.

  At the contact, Pete dove on him, pinning him to the passenger door. David gasped and his eyes blinked wide in shock.

  “I know you’re fucking gay,” Pete hissed, close to David’s mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous and giving off gay sparks all over the place. And my gaydar never fails me.”

  “I’m…I’m…” David shook his head in denial.

  “You’re what?” Pete ran his hand between David’s legs over a nice package of male flesh.

  “Fuck it. I’m gay.”

  “Knew it.” Pete went for his mouth. At the touch of their tongues he felt David squirm under him. The semi-erection went rock hard. “Delicious.” Pete moaned. “Holy shit, you feel nice.”

  “Now I don’t want the security guys to come back.” David panted. “Christ, what if they catch us?”

  Pete shook his head at him. “Catch us? They were just sucking cock. Are you sure you’re a lawyer? Because you sound like a dumb jock.”

  “Hey! You won’t get any if you keep that up.”

  “Won’t I?” Pete snaked his hand under David’s dress shirt to his chest.

  “You’re molesting me.”

  “You can’t molest the willing.” Pete pinched David’s nipple making him gasp.

  “That’s a man’s argument.”

  “And?” Pete laughed. “What are you, a woman?”

  “In some respects.” David blinked his eyelashes shyly.

  “A bottom. Ah! Fucking perfect.” Pete wriggled his hard dick against David’s thigh. That knowledge sent him wild for a good hard fuck.