by G. A. Hauser
“You still with me?” Phil asked between kisses and gasps.
“You’d know if I vanished.”
“It just felt like you were doing something.”
“I was trying to locate the walls so we wouldn’t smash into one.”
“Got it.”
It felt as if Phil sat up and Chris’s pants were dragged down his hips by unseen hands.
“You realize we’ll never find anything once we’re naked.”
“We will. Let’s worry about that later.”
The sense of disorientation at being stripped in such darkness was almost too intimidating for him. Chris fought the feeling of anxiety with the image of a man as gorgeous as Rock Hudson making love to him. How bad could that be? A go-go boy as big and beautiful as Rock? Mama mia, that sounded fantastic.
“I wish I’d have gotten a peek at you when you came in here.” Chris chided himself for being a gentleman and not leering into the next stall while the light was on.
“Me too. You kidding me?”
Chris jolted as a hot mouth wrapped around the head of his dick. “Holy Christ!” He had no idea where Phil was in the small space. He did now.
“Mm!”
Closing his eyes to fight the sense of claustrophobia the darkness was causing, Chris reached out to find Phil and touched his thick head of hair as his head bobbed up and down over his crotch. Chris ran his fingers through it, judging its length, imaging the dark color. “So nice…” He felt a rush of sexual euphoria when Phil paused to lap at the head of his dick. That exploring mouth moved on to his balls.
“I can’t believe this,” Chris sighed, moaning and losing contact with Phil’s hair as Phil lowered down his body. Chris heard him hit a something. “You okay?”
“Ouch. Yes. Found the back wall. Scoot up.”
“Scoot up?” Chris reached over his head and touched the mirror. “I have nowhere to scoot.”
“Never mind. I’ll do this.”
Both of Chris’s legs were hoisted backwards so he was almost kissing his own knees. “That’ll work. Shit, good thing I’m flexible.” A tongue ran over his ass. “OhmyGod.”
“I can’t believe I’m licking a guy as good looking as Andreas Thorkildsen.”
“Phil. Please. I’m not him nor am I his fucking double. You just asked—” A tongue penetrated his ring. “Oh, my fucking God.” When Phil’s mouth returned to Chris’s cock, a finger replaced his tongue. Instantly the urge to climax rose over Chris. “I hope you’re ready because I’m fucking close.”
As if that excited Phil, he sucked deeper, harder, probed with more zeal.
“That’s it…Rock, baby, I’m coming,” Chris teased. He tensed his muscles and spun into an amazing climax. Phil kept sucking him, milking every last drop from his dick. “Geez, Phil, you sure know how to suck cock.” Chris gulped for air as he recovered.
“Love it,” Phil purred, continuing to lap and stroke Chris hotly.
Chris rested his hands over his chest and felt his own heart thumping under his ribs. “That was fucking amazing. I never imagined Rock Hudson giving me head before.”
Phil chuckled softly. “My turn to imagine the famous Norwegian sucking my dick?”
“Yeah, why not? I wish I had his accent. I can’t even begin to figure out how to sound Norwegian.” Chris reached for him. “Go slow so we don’t give each other a black eye.”
“Right. Where’s your other hand?”
“Here.” Chris waved it until Phil attached to it with his. “Roll?”
“Roll slow. I know there’s a wall around here.”
“We have more space right than left.”
“If you say so.”
Phil wrapped his body around Chris tightly. They flipped over so Chris was on top. Once he sat up, Chris oriented himself with the walls again. “We’re good.”
“I’m about to be very good.”
“Where the hell are you?” Chris reached down and contacted skin. As he smoothed his hands upwards, he realized he was at Phil’s waist. “Mind if I check out your chest?”
“Be my guest.”
Chris felt the soft material of a cotton shirt and pushed it higher.
“You want me to take it off?”
“You’ll never find it. I can move it up.” Chris could tell Phil was helping him, hearing and sensing his movement. The t-shirt was raised so it was no longer covering Phil’s chest. Chris imagined Phil had actually taken it over his head and the shirt was tucked behind his neck. As he explored, Chris realized he was correct in that assumption.
Phil’s rippling, solid curved abs and massive rounded pectoral muscles with hard nipples excited Chris so much he was hard again. “Wow!”
“I lift weights.”
“I can tell. Holy shit.”
“Wish you could see me.”
“Me too.” Chris made his way to a nipple, chewing on it happily. Phil moaned and exhaled a deep breath.
Licking and gnawing his way to Phil’s second nipple, Chris could easily imagine how big and buff he was by his feel. “You’re fucking Atlas.”
Phil chuckled.
Running his tongue down the middle of Phil’s chest to his abs, Chris’s chin brushed against Phil’s treasure trail and then his pubes. Inhaling him, rubbing his face into his patch, Chris moaned in pleasure. “Christ you smell good.”
“Just showered. Came here after the gym.”
“Yes. Yes, indeed.” Chris nuzzled Phil’s hard shaft, impressed with his size. “Go-go boy,” he purred.
“Grrr…” Phil teased.
Chris bypassed Phil’s cock, holding it in his fingers, while he enjoyed what Phil had enjoyed on him. A little taste of his sack and bottom.
“Yes…perfect.” Phil sighed.
Chris felt Phil bend his knees to widen his straddle for him, giving him access. Reaching behind him, making sure he didn’t collide with anything, Chris backed up another inch and burrowed between Phil’s legs.
“Ah! Yes, fantastic!” Phil crooned.
The scent of masculine musky soap and cleansed skin was making Chris go crazy. His own cock kept brushing against his arms as he crouched on his knees and sticky drops had begun oozing out of his dick once again.
Licking his way to the base of Phil’s cock, Chris gave a long loving lap to the tip and slipped it inside his mouth. Instantly Phil’s hips elevated and he whimpered loudly.
Phil’s hands combed through Chris’s hair, encouraging him to suck deeper. Chris closed his eyes and sank into a dream. I’m sucking Rock Hudson on a beach in Malibu. Wow.
Lost, hearing Phil’s pleasure escalate to loud grunts and moans, Chris sat up higher, gripped the base of that magnificent cock and went for it. His hands working in tandem with his lips, he sucked and jerked at Phil’s length, hearing it work magic on the big man under him.
“Ah! Ah!”
The noise echoed in the hollow room.
A blast of cum hit Chris’s tongue. He moaned in delight and swallowed as a second surge followed. Writhing as Phil’s exclamation of ecstasy made his skin cover with goose bumps, Chris sat up and began jacking off over Phil.
“Chris?”
Clamping his eyes closed, Chris came, milking his cock in bliss.
“Shit! You just creamed all over me.”
Blinking, still completely blind and now slightly disoriented, Chris muttered, “Sorry.”
After a minute, Chris heard Phil laughing.
“You want me to try and wipe it up with something?”
“Yeah. Use one of Nordy’s things. They owe us for not having a floodlight.”
“And where will I find one of their items of clothing?” Chris humored him.
“It’ll have tags. Just feel around.”
Chris felt all over Phil playfully.
“Ah! Tickling! No fair!” Phil curled up in a ball.
“You are too cute.” Chris felt the spatter he’d made with his fingers as he brushed his hands over Phil’s torso.
“Fu
ck the spunk. Get your mouth where I can taste it.”
Locating him again, Chris climbed over Phil’s body and connected to his lips. Humming happily as they kissed, Chris sighed deeply and caressed Phil’s cheek.
After a long leisurely bout of kissing, Phil suggested, “We should try and get dressed and see what the hell’s going on out there.”
“We should. If we don’t I’m about to nap on your chest.” Chris yawned.
“How the hell are we going to find our clothes now?”
“Slowly. I don’t want an elbow breaking my nose.”
“You move first. I’ll stay still.”
“You’re a gentleman.” Chris began buttoning his shirt, which was still on him but hanging open. “You have any idea where my pants are?”
“No.”
Chris heard the smile in Phil’s voice. “I didn’t think so.” He began scanning the floor for them, deliberately brushing over Phil’s crotch in a tease, making him laugh and wriggle.
Finally Chris found something that felt familiar. Running his hand down the fabric, he touched his wallet, mobile phone, and keys that were thankfully still in the pockets. “I think I’ve got them. Do you have your wallet and keys in your pants?”
“Yes. Did you find my jeans finally?”
“Oh, right. Denim. No, these must be my slacks.” Still sitting on the floor, Chris slid them up his legs. “I’m standing to zip them up,” he warned.
“Okay.”
He rose to his feet, fastening them and tucking in his shirt.
“Ah...”
“What? Playing with yourself?” Chris chuckled.
“Funny. No. I found my jeans.”
“Good.”
“Are you upright?”
“I am. Why? Are you joining me?”
“Yes. Don’t move.”
Chris waited. He could hear and imagine what Phil was doing. A jingle of either keys or pocket change sounded.
“Thank fuck. Now I just need my shoes.”
“Don’t both of us bend down at the same time. We’ll bonk heads.”
“I’m crouching. Stay there. I’ll look for all of them for us.”
“What a guy.” Chris sighed happily.
“One.”
Chris felt a shoe being handed to him, brushing his leg. As he touched it he could tell it was his.
“Two?”
“Good man! Where the hell was it?” Chris leaned back against the wall and slipped them on.
“Over there.”
“Wherever that is.”
“Thank fuck. Got mine.”
“I’m not moving until you stand up. I don’t want to kick you.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“I’m standing up.”
“Okay.” Chris touched his pockets to make sure he did indeed have everything he came in with. “Got your keys? Wallet?”
After hearing shuffling, Phil replied, “Yes. I have everything.”
“Right. Let’s see what the hell’s going on outside of this room.” He reached for Phil’s hand, brushing against him until it was clasped tightly.
Using his free hand, Chris kept swinging it out front of him so he wouldn’t smack into anything. When they exited the dressing room, a very dim red light shone way out in the distance, other than that, the entire store was vacant and dark.
“Motherfucker! They didn’t even look for us?” Chris complained.
“We better not be locked in.” Holding hands, they walked towards the only scant source of light on the entire floor, a red sign that read ‘exit’.
As they neared that ambient crimson glow, Chris tried to prepare himself for the sight of a man he had just had sex with. He flinched hoping he wasn’t going to be disappointed.
The moment they stood under the dim red light, Chris spun around to see his partner in the flesh. A big smile found his face. “You weren’t lying.”
“Neither were you.” Phil beamed at him. “You fucking do look like him.”
“Do I?” Chris was bursting with excitement to be able to see Phil’s details.
Phil cupped his jaw and drew him to his lips. The kiss was toe curling in its passion.
“Wow!” Chris panted.
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to hang out here and play with you,” Phil purred, stroking Chris’s face.
Chris tugged on the door. “You got your wish.”
“No! Locked? Really?” Phil yanked on the doors. “How could they do this to us?”
“Listen to it blowing out there.” Chris gazed out into the blackness. When his mobile phone rang he jumped in surprise that it was working.
* * * *
Phil paused, watching Chris answer it. He was hoping Chris didn’t already have a boyfriend. He wanted more of him, especially now that he could see him.
“Stu?”
As Chris spoke on the phone, Phil caressed his arm lightly.
“You’re not going to believe this.” Chris grinned at Phil. “I’m stuck in a department store.”
Phil kissed his cheek, tenderly. He could just make out a man’s voice coming through the other end of the phone.
“No. I wish I knew how my house was doing. Let me go, Stu. I’ll call you in the morning when I know the score. I will. Thanks.” Chris hung up. “That was a friend of mine checking on me. I have a house on the beach and God knows what shape its in at the moment.”
“Shit. That sucks.” Phil tugged on the doors again. “How could they lock us in? I don’t get it, Chris. You would think someone would have had the intelligence to look in the dressing room first.”
“Do you wish they had?” Chris caressed Phil’s face gently.
“No. I’m glad they didn’t.” Phil accepted Chris’s kiss. “We could go up to house wares and screw on some sheets and pillows.” Phil wanted to make love to him. Especially now that he could see how beautiful Chris was. He liked everything about him, including his sense of humor and his ability to play in a very awkward situation.
“I love it.” Chris laughed. “Screwing in the house wares department. I don’t know about you, but that’s always been a secret fantasy of mine.”
Enjoying Chris’s smile and his kindness, Phil melted in the grip of Chris’s endearing gaze. Holding Chris’s jaw in his hands so he could stare into his light eyes, Phil whispered, “I’m glad we did what we did. And that you look like my javelin thrower.”
“Me too, Rock.” Chris laughed. “I don’t want to go back into the darkness. I like being able to see your face.”
Phil combed Chris’s hair back from his forehead, just barely making out the blueness of his eyes in the strange red glow. “Stay here. We’ll call someone to get us out.”
“Yeah. In a minute.”
“In a minute.” Phil wrapped around Chris and pulled him closer to kiss. In an hour…later. Maybe never?
Flat Out
Michael jogged from the blacked out restaurant to his car in the mall parking lot. Once the lights went out, he and the rest of the restaurant staff cleared the patrons from their establishment and locked up for the night. The wind and rain were brutal, stinging his face with pellets of water and litter being blown around violently. Using his key fob, he chirped his lock and opened his door, stopping short. “No way!”
His left rear tire was flat, right to the rim, sitting on the pavement. “I don’t believe this!” He sat down behind the steering wheel and took out his mobile phone. Pushing the tiny button to turn it on, he remembered it was running low on battery power and opened his glove compartment, illuminating the overhead dome light to see if he had his adapter for the cigarette lighter. “Great.” It wasn’t there.
“Fuck!” He sat a moment and removed his wallet, thumbing through the selection of credit cards for his Triple-A membership card.
Not seeing it, he grew angry and stuffed his wallet back in his pocket, shutting the overhead light. It was pitch black outside. Rubbing his face, trying to psych himself up fo
r the soaking he was going to get while he changed the tire, he noticed two men in the distance standing inside the entrance to Nordstrom’s. He could just make out their forms in what appeared to be a very dim red light. “Maybe they have a working cell phone.”
Taking a breath for courage, he withstood the blasting wind and rain, and exited his car. Jogging up to the storefront he stopped short at seeing the two men making out.
“Ah! Holy shit!” Pausing, feeling the gusts blowing him sideways, he stood gawking at the two men as they appeared completely enamored with each other and deep in a swoon. “Er, okay, maybe not right now.” He retreated and stopped when he stood at his car. “Fuck!” he shouted in vain. Popping open his trunk, he could barely see a thing in the total darkness. “Jesus, this is going to be fucking impossible without light.”
Looking back at the two men again, Michael gave up being shy and ran to the front entrance. As he drew closer he could see them really going at it hot and heavy. “Wow.” And they were both amazing looking to boot.
The rain instantly soaking him, Michael cleared his throat awkwardly and rapped on the glass door to get their attention.
They jolted in surprise and spun to look at him with wild eyes.
“Can you help me?” Michael shouted through the thick glass.
“Locked!” one yelled back, jerking the door.
“My car has a flat. Can you call someone for me?” Michael huddled against the storefront for some protection.
One man held out his phone. “What number?” he asked.
“Shit!” Michael took his wallet out again and searched the stack of business cards in vain.
“You want me to call 911?” the man asked.
“No. It’s only a flat tire. I just need a tow truck. I can’t see for shit.”
They both nodded.
“Which tow company?”
Michael became frustrated. “I don’t have a clue.” He was getting drenched and now cold as well.
The bigger man of the two jerked at the doors violently.