In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  “I’ll get you something to change into.” Doug didn’t want to be accused of anything lascivious.

  “I’m joking.”

  Doug paused, staring back at Carl in the weak lighting. Carl had stepped out his shoes and was dragging his wet blue jeans down his thighs. At the sight of those long powerful legs, Doug felt his own spark of electricity. “Nice.”

  Posturing when he was in just his briefs and shirt, Carl put his hands on his hips and pushed out his pelvis. “Wanna make our own gay porno movie?”

  Doug rubbed his palm over his own crotch as it filled his damp jeans. “Hell yeah.”

  Carl sauntered over seductively. He smoothed both hands down Doug’s thighs. “You’re wet too. Take them off.”

  They both went for the zipper simultaneously. Carl helped Doug drag his sticking jeans down his legs. While Carl was kneeling before Doug, he kissed his cock through his cotton briefs.

  Sirens screamed in the distance. They both paused to listen.

  “I must have a flashlight somewhere.”

  “Forget it. Take the candle with us.” Carl rose to his feet. “Which way to your bedroom?” He picked up the tiny flame and held it aloft as Doug led the way.

  In reflex Doug turned on the light switch. “Duh. That was smart.”

  “Creature of habit.”

  “Yes, I am.” Doug peeled back the blanket and bedspread on his bed. When he spun around Carl had rested the candle on the dresser.

  “You mind if I just wash my hands?” Carl held them up.

  “I suppose after being in that theater we should scrub up good.”

  “Hey!” Carl brightened. “Wanna take a shower?”

  “You think there’ll be hot water?”

  “There should be some in the tank. We can wash up until it goes cold.”

  “Sounds fun!” Doug yanked his shirt over his head.

  “Excellent!” Carl stripped off the rest of his clothing. “I’ve never showered in a blackout.”

  “Better take our little candle with us.” Doug picked it up and brought it with him.

  “Our tiny lifeline.” Carl followed him.

  “I really should be better prepared for this kind of thing.”

  “Forget it now.” Carl leaned back against the doorframe.

  After Doug placed the candle on the sink, he spun around. The seductive pose of Carl’s was irresistible. “Look at you…”

  “You like?”

  “What’s not to like?” Doug reached into the shower blindly feeling for the taps while his gaze was riveted to Carl’s naked body.

  The sound of water spraying drowned out the whistling wind and sirens. “Better get in while it’s hot.”

  “Get it, while it’s hot!” Carl echoed, laughing.

  They hustled into the tub quickly, closing the sliding door. The moment they had wet down under the warm spray, Carl held Doug and kissed him.

  The romance was not lost on Doug. A power outage, in the dark, in a candlelit shower with a hunk. Wow.

  Carl reached for the soap and as he kissed Doug, he lathered his hands and began washing Doug’s chest.

  Doug was in heaven. His stiff, wet cock brushed against Carl’s. As Doug was woozy from Carl’s tongue action, Carl began soaping up his cock. The feel of Carl’s slippery fingers made Doug moan and shiver. He parted from the kiss to watch. Carl’s hands were working him to a frenzy. “So nice…”

  “You gorgeous fucker,” Carl hissed.

  Doug took the soap and worked it up to foam in his hands. He reached between Carl’s legs and returned the favor.

  “You want to come now? Or in bed?” Carl asked, his chest beginning to heave.

  “What a choice.” Doug wanted both.

  “Now.” Carl made the command decision.

  As Carl increased the speed of his hand, fisting Doug’s cock like crazy, Carl massaged his balls at the same time making his body surge with pleasure from the fondling.

  Forcing himself to reciprocate, Doug jerked Carl’s cock with as much vigor as he was receiving. Hearing Carl’s gasp, Doug shivered and announced, “I’m there…”

  “Me too.”

  Doug felt Carl squeeze his dick tighter and jerk faster. He climaxed and pulled on Carl’s cock frantically so they could spurt together. Carl’s deep grunts echoed on the wet tiles, making Doug shiver with pleasure.

  As they recuperated Carl whispered, “Is it getting cold or is it just me?”

  “It’s getting cold.” After making sure they rinsed the soap off, Doug shut the water and drew back the sliding door. He handed Carl a towel.

  “Thanks.” Carl took it and wiped his face and hair.

  As Doug dried off he couldn’t stop staring at Carl in the flickering light. “Why are you single?”

  Carl’s light eyes darted to Doug’s instantly.

  “Why are you?” Carl asked sharply.

  Regretting his query, Doug turned aside. “Never mind.”

  “Good idea.”

  Once they stepped out of the tub, Doug wondered if he just soured the mood. Perhaps Carl wasn’t single, or he had just ended a bad relationship. Who knew? This night wasn’t meant for heavy talk. It was a fantasy night.

  * * * *

  Carl dried his legs and back, draping the towel over the shower door. He raised the lid of the toilet and urinated, knowing Doug was watching.

  He finished, moving to the sink to wash his hands, seeing his dim reflection in the mirror above the basin.

  “I’d love a drink. You want something to warm you up inside?”

  Carl smiled. “Yeah, your cock.”

  Doug touched Carl’s back and found Carl’s reflection in the looking glass. “Definitely. But…I still need something strong. Join me?”

  “I’d love it.”

  “Get in bed. I need the candle and you shouldn’t be stumbling around here blindly.”

  Carl followed behind Doug’s raised hand with the only source of light in the unit. He climbed onto the bed and under the blankets.

  “I’ll be back.”

  “I know.” Carl smiled.

  After a flirtatious wink, Doug left the room in blackness.

  Sliding down, getting comfy, Carl listened to the sounds around him since he couldn’t see an inch in front of his face. More sirens blasted in the distance, the wind rattled everything surrounding the apartment house and things kept battering the exterior walls. He tried not to think about his car, knowing everything would be better in the light of day.

  Hearing Doug in the next room, Carl bit his lip as he waited. He thought about Doug’s question. Why was he single? Carl wasn’t. He was in a bad relationship and wanted out. But that was his business at the moment. He didn’t know if this thing with Carl was just a one-night event, or more.

  A light approached. In one hand Doug held two shot glasses by the lips, and the candle in the other. He set the candle on the dresser and handed Carl one of the shot glasses, joining Carl in the bed.

  “To the calm after the storm.”

  Carl tapped Doug’s glass. “Here, here.” He sipped the warming brandy and sighed. “Nice.”

  “Heats the guts up when it’s chilly.”

  “It never gets very chilly here. Where are you from originally?”

  “The mid-west. Man, do I have an accent or something?” Doug grinned.

  “Not really.” Carl shot the entire contents down his throat and set the glass on a night table. He wanted his hands free. Rolling to his side, he moved the blanket down Doug’s torso so he could touch his silky skin.

  “That feels nice.” Doug emptied the brandy into his mouth and slid his glass next to Carl’s.

  “You feel nice.” Carl ran his fingers over Doug’s chest and nipples. It occurred to Carl he didn’t know anything about Doug. Not his last name, his occupation, his age, nothing. He wasn’t a big fan of stranger sex, but the circumstances guided their acts as far as he was concerned. And in the theater? He wouldn’t have done anything more than wh
at he was doing, caressing Doug’s leg. He intended on them being companions for that brief moment, not sex partners. The film was supposed to give him a break from his arguing boyfriend and not complicate his life further. But that didn’t happen. Doug was cute. And from what he could gather from their encounter so far, pretty wonderful.

  Carl smoothed his hand up Doug’s throat to his jaw, gazing into his dark eyes. Feeling stubble scratching his palm, Carl scrubbed against it, enjoying its roughness. As Doug closed his eyes, Carl couldn’t resist drawing him into a kiss. When their mouths connected, both men pressed their bodies together.

  Carl felt Doug’s re-hardened cock resting against his own. Why was love always so tantalizing in the beginning and soon wore out into mundane routine and weariness? Couldn’t relationships stay fresh and new? Did they always have to deteriorate into arguments?

  Pushing those intruding thoughts from his mind, Carl savored Doug completely. His taste, scent, feel, and freshness. Carl didn’t realize how badly he missed those things until he was in the arms of another man.

  He nudged Doug to lay back and went for his cock, kneading it in his fingers. Doug moaned and closed his eyes. The wind seemed to pick up, howling past their small space inside the apartment house. Carl closed out the outside world. He had Doug here to play with, let everything that was troubling him go away. What if the universe came to a halt tomorrow? What if tonight was his last night on earth?

  “Enjoy,” Carl whispered his thoughts out loud.

  “I am,” Doug replied softly.

  That made Carl smile. He kissed his way down Doug’s clean body and positioned himself between his thighs.

  “Why can’t they make porn movies like this?”

  “Hmm?” Carl leaned up on his elbows to see Doug’s face.

  “Movies. Why can’t they be like this? You know, romantic?”

  Carl laughed softly, stroking Doug’s cock. “I don’t know.”

  “With plots, storylines, happy endings.”

  “Gay movies like that? Dream on.” Carl licked underneath Doug’s engorged cock.

  “I’d go see them. I’d like them better than sticky porn.”

  Carl started laughing. “You mind? I’m trying to suck dick here.”

  “Sorry. Carry on.”

  “Thank you.” Carl gave Doug a wicked look. “We have to shoot the sex scene, you know.”

  “True.”

  Carl nudged Doug’s cock towards his mouth and gave it good long suck. Doug wriggled and opened his thighs wider. Fondling Doug’s balls as he enjoyed his length in his mouth, Carl wondered if Doug would bottom. He was hoping for it.

  To test the water a little, Carl wet his finger and went for Doug’s rim. Doug moaned and splayed his legs even farther apart. Good. I need a fucking bottom, exclusive. Is that you, my lovely man?

  Carl continued to work Doug’s dick with long strong sucks from the base to his head. “Got lube?”

  Doug paused, then roared with laughter.

  “What’d I say?” Carl chuckled.

  “Got lube? Got milk?”

  “Oh.” Carl laughed with him. “Sorry. It did come out that way.”

  Doug rolled over and stretched for his nightstand drawer.

  Another loud crackle of thunder sounded outside.

  “Shit!” Doug gasped.

  “Forget it. There’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s concentrate on inside this room.”

  “Right.” Doug exhaled. “Here’s the lube. You want a rubber?”

  “That depends,” Carl replied, taking the bottle. “Can I fuck you?”

  “Uh, I’m hoping you will. Any objections?”

  “Do you enjoy bottoming?”

  “I do.” Doug’s eyes grew wicked.

  Bingo! “I struck fucking gold.” Carl sat up and tore open a condom. “Mother fucking gold.”

  “You got it, top man,” Doug teased, fisting his own cock in excitement.

  “Yes. Perfect. Where the hell have you been all my life, Douglas?” Carl rolled the rubber on excitedly.

  “My mother calls me that.”

  “Sorry.” Carl glanced at Doug and gave him a devilish grin.

  “I’ve been here. Where the hell have you been?”

  In a shitty relationship. “Here. I’m here now.” Carl knelt upright and urged Doug to fold his legs backwards. Making Doug comfortable, Carl rested Doug’s calves on his shoulders.

  Once he was in position Carl massaged Doug’s ring with the slick gel. Using two fingers, Carl entered Doug’s back passage. Doug moaned and closed his eyes.

  “Nice?” Carl grew harder.

  “Love a good hard fuck.”

  “Wow. You do sound like a porn film now.”

  “Will that turn you on?” Doug grinned. “Ah, oh, yes. Ah, oh, yes.”

  Carl roared with laughter. “Stop! Not now. Joke after!”

  Doug replaced the bottle of lube on the nightstand and stared at Carl intensely.

  In the weakening candle’s glow, Carl could make out Doug’s handsome masculine features and cut chest and abs. Glorious. Just how he liked his men, young and fit. After giving Doug’s prostate a nice massage, he removed his fingers and placed his cock against him. “Ready for our action scene?”

  “Go for it.”

  With pleasure Carl entered Doug’s body, slowly, deeply, to the hilt. Watching the euphoria on Doug’s face, thrilled he loved to bottom, Carl was about to spurt. “Perfect. Fucking perfect.”

  “That feels so fucking good.”

  “Excellent.” Carl began pumping gently. “So tight. Doug, you are amazing.”

  “Wow. You too. Geez, Carl, don’t be afraid to go for it.”

  A rush of chills cascaded over Carl’s skin at those words. “Sweet!” It was all he wanted a partner to say. Go for it, Carl. Not, Stop, I don’t like it when you top, Carl!

  He went wild. Bracing himself on his hands on the bed, Carl thrust deep and quick into Doug. Doug howled with the wind, fisting his own cock in a blur of movement.

  Just the sight of Doug’s orgasmic pleasure was all Carl needed. “I’m coming! I’m spurting. Ohfuckkk!”

  Doug’s ass tightened around Carl’s cock. As Carl looked on in awe, Doug clamped shut his eyes, parted his lips to gasp and sprayed cum all over his own chest.

  “Fantastic!” Carl announced, gaping down at that beautiful sight. “I want you! Doug, I have to have you!”

  “You fucking just did!” Doug laughed, catching his breath.

  “No. I mean, I want you.” Carl felt possessive. Good, handsome, giving men were so hard to find. He had to get out of his present relationship and into this one. Now!

  Suddenly the light in the room grew almost non-existent.

  “That scented candle is either gone or drowning in its own wax. Let’s clean up before it’s out completely.” Doug disconnected their bodies, climbing off the bed.

  They washed up quickly and dove back under the blankets. The timing appeared perfect as the candle smothered itself, leaving the room in complete blackness.

  Carl wrapped his arms and legs around Doug tightly, kissing his chest and neck. “I mean it. I would like us to be a couple.”

  “I know what you mean.” Doug caressed Carl’s hair lovingly.

  “What do you say?”

  “I say you need to get free of the relationship you’re in first.”

  Carl choked in shock and wished he could see Doug’s eyes. “How the hell did you know?”

  “I can just tell.”

  “Jesus!” Carl shivered and drew Doug closer. “Am I giving off some weird vibes?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be out quick.”

  Doug kissed Carl’s head. “I’m tired. Let’s try and sleep. Everything will be better in the light of day.”

  Carl snuggled against him, closing his eyes as the wind continued to blast the walls outside. Yes. Tomorrow. Everything will change come the morning.

  In the Light of Day<
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  Elevator Men

  Coming around from a deep dream, Brad felt the earth jolt under him. Opening his eyes wearily, he found Kent sound asleep on top of him on the floor of the elevator. He checked his watch. Suddenly the lights came on and the elevator moved. “Agh! Kent! Wake up!”

  “What?” Kent’s eyes slit open.

  “The power’s on!”

  “Shit!” Kent jumped to his feet, tucked in his shirt, zipped his slacks and ran his hand through his hair anxiously.

  The door slid open at the next floor. No one was there. As they scrambled to put their shoes on and make themselves presentable, Brad said, “It’s morning. Do you believe this? We were stuck in this thing all night?”

  “I was fucking out of it. I slept like a rock.” Kent hoisted his toolbox and they both waited for the elevator to get to the lobby.

  “It’s Saturday. I wonder if anyone is even left in the building.”

  “I hope we’re not locked in.”

  At the ground floor the doors slid open again. Several men were waiting.

  A sensation of guilt and being overwhelmed by the four security men hit Brad instantly.

  “Are you guys all right?” a man in a uniform asked.

  “Yes. Just a little dazed,” Kent replied, rubbing his face.

  “Either of you need any medical care?”

  “No.” Brad shook his head, “We’re fine. Just exhausted from being in that thing all night.” He caught the eye of a handsome black fellow. A slightly devilish smile was aimed his way. Instantly Brad remembered the surveillance camera. So, it was on. Oh my!

  “The doors are open. Just let us know if there’s anything you need after your ordeal.”

  Laughing, Kent answered, “A shower, a piss, a shave, and a cup of coffee.”

  “Not necessarily in that order!” Brad laughed heartily.

  “Toilet is that way.”

  Brad nodded and followed Kent to it, pushing back the door. Setting his briefcase down, he stood next to Kent at the urinal. “Man!”

  “Christ, I had to piss.”

  “Me too, babe.” Brad felt relief finally after he was able to urinate.

  They stood side by side at the washbasin. “I look like crap.” Brad ran his hand over his coarse jaw and wild hair.