I make myself some breakfast and take a shower before heading into the studio. As I’m about to leave my phone rings so I have to dig through my dance bag to find where I put the damn thing. I manage to find it on the last ring and answer it.
“Hello?”
“Avery? Hey, it’s Samuel.”
“Oh, hi!”
He cuts me off before I can get out my next sentence. “Listen, I really did enjoy last night.”
I wait on the other end knowing that there is a “but…” in there somewhere.
“I’m just not looking for something serious and I don’t want you feeling like I just abandoned you. Plus, it would look a little strange for me to be giving such a large amount of money to someone I was involved with.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s okay. I just figured you were busy.”
“We can still hang out and, if you’re willing, maybe have a repeat of last night.”
“Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” I didn’t really mean it. I liked him and it would be nice to have a boyfriend. Sure the passionate night of sex was amazing, but I want more.
A few days go by and I receive a check in the mail to begin the renovations on the studio. I inform the parents of my students about the hiatus we will be taking from class after the spring recital and of course the parents understand and the children are upset. I do my best to console my students with some extra one-on-one practice for their dances.
Samuel and I spend another amazing, sensual night together and he disappears in the middle of the night again. I call him to ask about it and he just explains that he leaves in order to keep things from getting too serious. A few minutes into the conversation he offers to take me to dinner. I question it for a moment and tell them that would be too date-like and therefore feel like we were getting too serious. He agreed.
It hurt to tell him that and it actually hurt to not wake up to him next to me. Each time he calls to come by I think we make love but to him I guess it is nothing more than a booty call. I want it to be more and I hope he does to, but he won’t say it.
The day of the spring recital finally comes and I get myself all dressed up. I head out to a nearby community center with a large stage that I rented for the day. It meant that I was on a budget of ramen noodles, water, and two minute showers but my students got to dance on a real stage.
Every student showed up in their costumes. Their parents take their seats and start flipping through the programs. I get up on stage to welcome everyone and the house lights go dark, leaving the bright stage lights on me. I start the music and begin to do a simple dance as each of my students glissade onto the stage.
They dance their little hearts out, each one doing their very best. I am impressed that there are hardly any mistakes and even more surprised that there are no fits or tantrums. The recital goes by so fast that it seems that it is over as soon as it began. My students line up in front of me in third position, right foot forward, left foot back. We lift our right arms high and take a deep bow.
The parents stand and cheer. As we come up from our bow, smiles on our faces, I notice someone else in the audience. Samuel came to watch the performance. This simple gesture probably means more to me than it does to him. I make eye contact with him and he gives me a smile.
After the show I send my students home, their parents thankful as ever. People are still in the center, mingling and praising their children. Samuel approaches me.
“That was an amazing performance,” he says.
“Thank you, Samuel.”
We go into one of the offices near the front of the building, just out of sight of everyone. He pushes me up against the wall and locks lips with me. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him close. He slides a hand around my waist to grab hold of my taught derrière. He kisses me again and again. I can tell he enjoys it and wants more.
I lift my leg and wrap it around his hip. He slides his hand down my thigh to caress it tenderly. He presses his excited bulge right against mine. I know I won’t be able to hide it as well as him. Leggings do not leave much to the imagination already, this just exacerbates the issue.
He slides his other hand up my body to caress my cheek. We lose ourselves in heavy breathing and sloppy kisses. My hands make a mess of his hair and he doesn’t care. I can tell he likes it by the throbbing of his pants against mine. He breaks the kiss, caressing me cheek softly. He looks deep into my eyes and smiles.
“Avery, would you like to come to my place tonight?”
I think my heart skipped a beat in that moment. I managed some affirmative answer. He told me that a car would be by my apartment to pick me up around seven. This was more than I was expecting but I wasn’t about to question it. I wanted to go to his place. I wanted to make love in his bed.
Eventually I get everyone out of the community center and get back to my tiny little hovel of an apartment. I shower and lay out an outfit. I exchange shirts a few times, then pants. I can’t decide on an exact outfit. It takes forever, but I manage to settle on a pair of dark skinny style jeans, my black canvas shoes, a white tank top, and my green plaid over shirt.
I comb my hair out and make sure I look as spiffy as I can. I wait at the window until I see the car pull up. Down the stairs I go, almost tripping on the way down. The driver is nice and we talk a little about his family. He seems like a nice guy. He doesn’t question who I am or why I’m going to his boss’ house. I don’t bring it up.
We arrive at Samuel’s house and honestly I thought it would be a loft or a mansion or something iconic for someone so well off. It’s just a nice house in a nice suburban neighborhood. I go up to the door which opens just as I’m about to knock. Samuel is in the doorway and I immediately hug him, my arms around his neck and one foot popped off the ground like a school girl.
He welcomes me inside and gives me the tour of the three bedroom, two bathroom house. He has one bedroom closed off and I assume it is his uncle’s. We have a nice dinner and a decent bottle of wine. Things start heating up as we watch a romantic movie he picked out. I’m in his lap and his hands are under my shirt, caressing every inch of me.
I remove my shirt, tossing it aside and he takes the opportunity to nibble my neck and shoulder. I tilt my head to the side and let out a pleased sigh. He wraps his strong arms around me and slides one down to caress my growing bulge.
I turn around and remove his shirt. My lips touch his skin, down his pectorals, down his abdomen, and lastly right above his waistband. He reaches down to unzip his pants. I pull his hard member from its hiding place and begin circling the tip with my tongue. He smiles and grabs hold of my hair.
He pushes my lips down around the tip and I smile, letting him take control. I go down until there is barely an inch left untouched. I come up and slide my tongue down the shaft, caressing every centimeter. He leans his head back with a pleasured sigh. I bob my head on his cock.
I let my lips and tongue take him to the edge. I take his cock as far as I can, almost to the back of my throat. I bring my hand to the base, grasp it firmly, and stroke in time with my bobbing. His hand is on my head but he no longer has control. My teeth gently graze the sides of his shaft. I press the tip of my tongue along the underside of the shaft as I travel up and down.
With his hand tight around my hair he pulls my mouth up off his cock and brings me into a loving embrace. He kisses me and suckles on my tongue. We roll over so that he is on top of me. He kisses down my body, unzips my pants, and brings my cock into his mouth.
I feel like I can really let out my voice here. I don’t have to worry about super thins walls and neighbors banging on them. My moaning spurs him on. His head bobs faster on my cock, tongue caressing everything. He suckles lightly each time his lips touch the tip.
I didn’t think that he would be this good. I honestly thought he was straight. I moan happily, lying back against the cushions, so happy that he is straight as a rainbow. He grasps the base of my cock and strokes it firm
ly in time with the bobbing of his head. He brings his lips to the tips of my cock and traces the tip of his tongue around the head.
My chest heaves with every pleasure filled breath I take. I pull him off my cock and up into a tongue-filled kiss. We smile at one another and take a few more sips of wine. He pulls me up off the couch and we embrace warmly. He wriggles out of his pants and we run off to his bedroom, tripping on our clothes along the way. By the time we make it to the bedroom we are naked, hard, and horny as hell. He takes the lead again and is on top of me in an instant.
He has his cock between my cheeks, thrusting like a god. I let out screaming moans that make him even more excited. He joins my cacophonous moaning with his own. His pelvis smacks up against mine as his cock delves deep inside.
My cock is pinned between us. Sweat beads on his forehead and drips down on me. Waves of pleasure course though my body. I wrap my legs around his hips as he rams into me. One arm is wrapped around his core, with my nails digging into his back. My other arm is up around his neck, holding him close as I moan into his ear.
He can no longer hold back and I feel his cock throb inside me, shooting forth a powerful orgasm that makes him shake. His moaning is sweet music to my ears. I kiss his neck and shoulder as his body shivers. He kisses my neck and then my lips.
Our horizontal mambo culminates in our throbbing cocks begging for more. After his first orgasm subsides, he gets on top of me. I looks up at him with my hands resting on his hips. My cock is hard and ready. His cock dribbles a bit onto my stomach but I pay it no mind. I keep my eyes locked with his and he smiles.
Without breaking our gaze he reaches down and grabs hold of my cock. He guides the tip between his cheeks and slowly lowers himself down onto my shaft. The moan I let out could have made a demon blush. I stare at him in amazement that he can keep going after such an orgasm. He gives me a grin that I better hold on for the ride of my life.
He rocks his hips as though riding a mechanical bull. I thrusts up into him, my hands firm on his hips. He begins bouncing up and down on my cock in time with my greedy thrusting. He digs the balls of his feet into the bed on either side of me and braces himself with his hands up near my neck.
I can no longer keep up with his rocking hips. I let him take over and am amazed by his stamina. He has my cock as deep inside him as possible. His sensual moaning catches my attention and spurs me into action. I grab hold of his hips and thrusts up inside him, almost knocking him off the bed.
He bounces up and down on my cock. The bed beneath us creaks and threatens to snap if we keep up our shenanigans. I can feel my orgasm nearing and I let him know. He smiles and keeps right on riding my cock. My body tenses and shakes, my back arches, and I scream out in sheer pleasure. My explosive orgasm ends the featherbed jig, but we still want more.
He gets off of me and I sit up to hug him tight and lock lips with him. We take a short breather while our tongues dance again. I question if he can go on and I’m sure he wonders the same.
Our answer comes when he flips me over on the bed so that I’m on my hands and knees. He thrusts himself inside me, reaches down, and grabs hold of my dripping cock. My sensitive member tingles in his hand. I clutch the blankets beneath me and brace me knees as he pounds into me.
His pelvis connects with mine again and again. Each time he thrusts into me I let out a steamy moan and my cock throbs. I can feel every inch of him inside me and absolutely love it. I try to moan out his name but can’t make my lips form words. He pulls my hips back against and I can feel him getting closer.
Surely we can’t keep this up for too much longer but he keeps going. I can’t form words or even proper thoughts in my head. All I can think about is the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock delving again and again deep inside of me. I can feel his strong hand tenderly stroking my cock from base to tip and can do nothing but moan.
My cock throbs in his hand. I try to hold back my orgasm, not wanting to let it go too soon. He can feel the tension in my body as he has been doing the same thing. He moans out my name and I can no longer hold back. My body quakes against his and his body quivers against mine. The carnal gymnastics that our bodies are engaged in produce a lustful fanfare of moaning and orgasm.
I swear that night it was different, better, amazing. I felt it and I know he felt it. He wore me out to the point that I knew I would be sore in the morning. We had to change the sheets there was so much sweat, among other bodily fluids.
We tried to cuddle and felt too sticky so we took a shower together. That in and of itself was amazing. Within the hot, steamy shower out lips locked tight together. He presses his body right up against mine. He reaches down to grab the soap.
We lather ourselves until there are suds everywhere, even on the ceiling. He reaches down to caress my member gently which wakes up the beast. I return the favor with some light caressing. He whispers sweet nothing in my ear and tells me how badly he wants to do it in the shower.
I reply by simply reaching up with one arm to lock my fingers on the sill of the tiny vent window, bracing my other arm down against the hand bar, standing straight on one leg, and bringing the other one up so my knee is over his shoulder. The look in his eyes was that of a man being impressed and praising the gods.
He immediately presses his body against mine, cock deep inside me. Our slick bodies make it a little more difficult but my moaning spurs him on. He thrusts just as passionately as before. Occasionally he turns his head to plant a kiss of light nibble on my inner thigh. I lean in to plant a kiss on his neck and a bit of soap drips down my forehead into my eye.
It stings but I don’t care. The steamy, blissful ecstasy that is coursing through my body is enough to send anyone up to cloud nine. His thrusting slows a bit and he brings his lips to mine in a sensual kiss. I moan softly into the kiss, just wanting this moment to freeze in time so we can stay here.
He thrusts again, harder and faster than before. Our moaning mixes in the steam of the shower like an angel’s choir. His cock throbs inside me and my cock throbs between us. Our final moans are muffled by our tongues in each other’s mouth.
Like usual the morning comes too soon. This morning I get a rude awakening. Samuel shoves me until I wake up and look at him, then realize right away that he is pissed. I hop up and get dressed, trying to collect my clothing on the way back to the living room.
Samuel follows me, yelling about how I broke the rules. I try hard to hold back the tears but can’t. They flow freely, I can’t even put on my shoes. I just run out of his front door barefoot. I make it down the block before getting my shoes on and taking the bus home.
***
Samuel ensures that the construction runs smoothly. He sends checks to the appropriate places and makes sure people are doing their jobs. Day after day, he comes into work and dreads having to tell his secretary to get Avery to come by and sign the final papers.
They haven’t talked in days and he feels bad about it. He both wants to call him and doesn’t. He thinks about driving by the studio at times. He wants to apologize for making him cry. He never meant to do that to Avery. Ultimately he talks himself out of going by the studio or his apartment to make a fool of himself. He takes time to think of everything.
He loves spending time with Avery. His parents have already disowned him so what is it to them if he turns out to be gay. He hasn’t felt this way about a woman or even another man. He hasn’t been able to speak this openly to someone other than his uncle and that time is coming to an end. He doesn’t want to get close to Avery but he also does.
Every time he kisses Avery he can feel that tiny flame inside spark. When Avery touches him, he sighs with pleasure. He has been intimate with women before but none of them made him feel like this. He finds himself thinking of Avery when he goes to sleep, when he wakes up, at work, out shopping.
After putting it off for over a week, he tells his secretary to schedule an appointment for Avery to come in and sign the paperwork. T
he secretary tells him that Avery accepted an appointment. Now that he knows when it is, he can avoid it.
A few days later Avery is supposed to come in. He stays in his office as long as possible, trying to avoid everything. He looks at the clock and thinks that there is no way it could have taken any longer than this to sign the paperwork. The building should be safe now.
He goes out, suitcase in hand. He stands in the elevator. More and more people get in. It stops at one of the floors, a few people get out, and Avery steps in. They make eye contact for a moment and stand in opposite corners unable to express their feelings in this cramped space. The elevator dings at each floor going down, but not fast enough.
They stop on the final floor and both of them get out, unfortunately going in the same direction. They walk out to the garage where Avery has his bicycle locked up. Samuel stops next to Avery’s bicycle and brings him into a passionate kiss that catches Avery off guard.
He has his hand behind Avery’s head in a gentle caress. His other hand holds Avery by the small of his back. Their bodies are right up against each other. He breathes in deeply, loving the feel of Avery’s lips against his once more.
Avery enjoys it for a time then shoves him off. Samuel thinks about it for a moment and tries to say something. Too late, Avery is on his bike and pedaling out of the garage. He looks down at the ground and can see the stain that tears falling from Avery’s cheeks have left on the cement.
***
Almost every other day I ignore a call from Samuel. I want to answer the phone but I know he’ll just say something about not wanting a relationship while asking me to come over for a booty call. On the one hand, I do love to do the bone dance under the sheets. On the other, I don’t want to just go when he calls like a trained poodle.
After a few days of fighting over space in my studio with the construction company, I give up and let them have free reign. My students are understandably upset, as am I, but they can’t dance when plaster is flying through the air. I can’t instruct when jackhammers are pommeling the concrete.
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