by T V Hartwell
Kirby, on the other hand, who’d always taken pride in maintaining his straight appearance and keeping his gayness undetectable, challenged her assertion. “What do you mean, complement each other? Just because we’re good-looking, have nice bodies, and work out, that makes us gay?”
“No. I don’t mean that. I’m not talking about your bodies or your physical appearance, necessarily. There’s a comfort there between you. There’s trust. The way you two were fooling around when you were pouring that shot into his mouth. I know you were being playful and acting like bros or whatever, but it was also very tender the way you patted him on the back. Although it may be unintended, your affection for one another is more noticeable than you might realize.”
Kirby grinned and then conceded in a jocular way, “Yeah…I admit, I do love the guy, most of the time.”
Jake grinned but remained silent, not wanting to prolong this line of conversation.
“Well, neither of you are denying that you’re gay, so that must be the case.”
“Nah, nah, nah, let’s not jump to conclusions, now,” Kirby said.
“What? So are you bi? It’s okay. I’m bi. I take a dip in the lady pond once in a while. In fact, my last relationship was with a woman. We dated for three months.”
Kirby lit up. “Really? Now that’s hot. Hey, I have no issues with gay dating whatsoever.”
“Have you ever tried it? Dating a guy?”
At this point Jake was twitching, squirming, and becoming flushed in the face.
Kirby hesitated at first. Then he spilled the tea. “Yes…I have.”
Katrina stomped her foot and poked Kirby in the tummy with her finger as if penetrating him with a dagger. “I knew it! I knew it!”
“But I’ve dated girls, lots of girls. I was even in a five-year relationship with a girl until last year.”
“Oh yeah? But you like boys too, huh?”
Kirby smiled broadly, licked his top teeth, and laughed, looking caught red-handed.
“And I bet you’re a top too? I can tell,” she said conspiratorially before laughing at Kirby. His sheepish demeanor was a dead giveaway.
Katrina then turned to Jake. “And what about you? Gay? Bi?”
Jake was stumped for words momentarily as he struggled to come up with an answer. “I plead the Fifth,” Jake finally said with a nervous giggle.
“Why? Who cares? Why would you need to plead the Fifth? If you like guys then you like guys. Who gives a shit?”
“I had a girlfriend too. We were engaged and almost got married.”
“Really? When?”
“We broke up last August, right before our wedding.”
“Why’d you break up?”
“It’s a long story.”
“So you’re dating guys now?”
“No.”
“Have you been with a guy before?”
Jake hesitated with his tongue in cheek, reluctant to answer the question. He then looked at Kirby.
Kirby stared back at him and started to grin. “Why are you looking at me, man?”
Jake started grinning too, and then he and Kirby both busted out laughing.
“What’s so funny? Why are you guys laughing? Just admit it, dude. Jeez. Nobody cares. Is he gay? Just tell me,” she said to Kirby.
“I’ll let him answer,” Kirby said through his chuckles.
“Come on. I know you like guys. Admit it already. I bet you guys are fuck buddies. Aren’t you? You’re the top…” she said, pointing at Kirby “…and you’re the bottom,” she said, pointing at Jake.
Jake and Kirby both continued to laugh, admitting to nothing about their relationship.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kirby could see that Jake was trying hard to laugh off Katrina’s assertions without having to acknowledge the truth about his homosexual tendencies. Kirby wanted to tell Katrina that her gaydar was on point and that, indeed, he and Jake had long been sexual playmates, even though they’d never done the deed fully as a top and bottom. It even felt good to Kirby to admit to someone he didn’t know well that he had been with guys before and liked it. In that moment, at that club, in that environment, he suddenly felt relieved of the pressure to front as a straight man, of having to prove and defend his masculinity. He was surrounded by people who were either ambiguous about their sexuality or completely open about swinging one way or both ways, like Katrina. It felt liberating. However, Kirby could tell that Jake wasn’t feeling it, and he sensed Jake’s discomfort with the conversation. To prevent having the night end badly with Jake getting pissed off and wanting to leave, Kirby abruptly changed the subject. “Hey, you like to dance?”
“Of course I like to dance. I’m a dancer. That’s what I do,” Katrina said.
“Wanna dance? The dj tonight has got this place turned up.” Kirby said as he started to sway to the beat of the music.
“Sure. I’d love to.”
“Jake, come join us. He’s a pretty good dancer,” Kirby said to Katrina.
“Really?” Katrina looked Jake up and down with curiosity.
“I taught him everything he knows.”
“Yeah, right,” Jake said with an eye roll.
“A hot white boy who can dance too? You’re making me wet. I’m gonna have to ditch the lady pond tonight.”
Jake grinned as he put up his hands up in an attempt to decline the invitation to join them, but Katrina continued before he could get a word out.
“Well, he didn’t admit to being gay, so I guess there’s still hope for me. And you’re bi, like me, so maybe I’ll get lucky tonight and end up in the middle of you two. I love a ménage à trois.” Katrina wiggled and brushed her shoulder up against Kirby’s side while licking her lips sensually.
“Damn, girl, you’re freaky,” Kirby said with a chuckle and big smile.
“I think I’ll pass. You guys go ahead. I’ll watch from the sidelines,” Jake said.
“Man, come on,” Kirby pleaded with a small degree of agitation in his tone.
“Yeah, man. If you want pussy tonight, the best place to get it is on the dance floor. That’s where the action is. All the hot girls and boys dance here,” Katrina said.
“I’m not trying—”
“Dude, shut up and come on. Have some fun. You love to dance. Why are you holding back? That’s why you drank those shots. To loosen up, right? Do you need more?”
“Come on, hot stuff. Don’t be a fly on the wall,” Katrina said as she grabbed Jake by the hand and pulled him forward.
“All right, all right. Jesus,” Jake said, succumbing to the pressure.
“That’s my boy,” Kirby said with a big smile, stepping over to squeeze Jake on the shoulder, followed up by a quick bear hug. He then led the way to the dance floor.
Jake walked reluctantly as Katrina pulled him along.
They reached the dance floor and blended with the thick crowd, dancing tightly together. Katrina was in the middle, facing Kirby, and Jake was behind her. Katrina danced playfully and provocatively. She bent over a bit and pushed her butt out, inviting Jake to dry hump her, spank her, or whatever he had in mind. Jake looked at Kirby with a grin on his face. Then they both chuckled. “Go ahead. Hit it, bro. Hit it,” Kirby said, encouraging Jake.
Jake took the bait. He placed one hand on her back, pressed his pelvis to her rear lightly, and incorporated a humping motion into his dance groove. Katrina pushed herself back into him more as if wanting to feel him closer. When she did so, Jake reciprocated and held her by the waist with both hands. Their bodies then moved together in a slow, sensual motion as she pushed out and Jake pushed in.
Kirby’s eyes popped wide open at this sudden turn of events. A few moments before, Jake was clearly uncomfortable, reluctant to dance and acting reserved. Now he was really getting into it. Kirby thought it was kind of hysterical. He laughed aloud and clapped his hands. “That’s my boy. Get it, Jake. Get it.”
Jake laughed too. He appeared to be having a good time now.
> “You like that, huh?” Kirby shouted, motioning down with his eyes at Katrina’s big ass.
Jake gave Kirby a look that read, Eww.
Kirby laughed.
“It’s the shots. They’re kicking in,” Jake shouted with a grin.
Katrina appeared oblivious to this exchange as she worked it, having a hot guy on either side of her. As she continued to shimmy, she slowly rose back up, and then she turned around to face Jake as they danced. She placed her hands to his chest and stared into his eyes as if to cast a spell and seduce him.
Jake wasn’t feeling it, but he instinctively placed his hands to her waist anyway and swayed back and forth with her. Apparently thinking that her seduction was working, Katrina began to rub her hands up and down Jake’s chest, then up to his shoulders, and then down his shoulder blades in back and over to his ripped, muscular triceps. She stopped to squeeze them before moving her hands to his chest again. She must’ve thought that she was advancing her cause and making progress in her conquest because she stepped closer to him and then went in for a kiss. Jake immediately broke her gaze and looked away, trying to play it off as if he didn’t know what she was attempting to do. Katrina’s lips landed on his neck. She then rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight.
Jake looked at Kirby and rolled his eyes. He then lifted his hands from Katrina’s waist and raised them in an expression that read, Help, or least that’s how Kirby interpreted it.
Kirby, who at first viewed Katrina as just playful and wild and looking to have a little fun, could see that she appeared to be quite smitten with Jake. In his mind, Katrina was mostly a prop to help pull Jake out of his shell and to get him to relax a little, especially in this environment. Now she was becoming a nuisance even to him, and he didn’t like that she was feeling Jake up and trying to make a move on him. Kirby decided that he needed to intervene and set the record straight about who Jake really was to him. So he stepped behind Jake as Katrina continued to hold on to him. Now Jake was in the middle. Kirby grabbed Jake from behind, wrapping his arms around his abdomen and pressing himself tightly against Jake in back. For a very brief moment, all three of them together swayed from side to side in synchronicity with the beat of the music, until Katrina lifted her head from Jake’s shoulder and recognized that Jake was now in the middle with her and Kirby on either side of him.
Katrina let go of Jake and stepped back. She looked at Jake and then she looked at Kirby. Kirby stopped swaying and glared back at her. “This right here is mine, bitch,” he said to her with his eyes.
Oh fuck, Jake thought to himself, not knowing what to do. He was rendered frozen and speechless in the grip of his male love. Kirby began to sway their bodies together again as Katrina watched. He lifted his hands under Jake’s T-shirt and rubbed his abs. Then he reached higher to pinch Jake’s nipples. Keeping his eyes locked with Katrina’s, Kirby licked Jake’s neck and continued to lick in one long stroke up the side of his face until he reached his ear. Kirby stopped there to punctuate his possession of Jake by licking and sucking on his ear in an over-the-top, demonstrative fashion.
Jake didn’t want to see the reaction on Katrina’s face. He felt a little embarrassed by Kirby’s lascivious gesture, but he couldn’t bring himself to break free from him. So he just closed his eyes and allowed himself to succumb to Kirby’s touch, albeit with a smirk on his face.
“I knew it!” Katrina shouted. “I knew you two were fucking each other.”
Kirby wasn’t sure what to make of her reaction. She sounded offended—pissed off, even. She started to laugh at them. It seemed taunting. Kirby taunted back by piling on, reaching down to grab Jake by the crotch while keeping his other hand on Jake’s torso.
Jake became emboldened too, placing his hands on top of Kirby’s, the one holding his crotch and the one pressed to his chest. He started to move his body along with Kirby’s in a more provocative, lewd way, throwing any remaining inhibition to the wind. He finally looked at Katrina and simply smiled.
She yelled something at them with a wicked grin on her face, and then she turned to walk way.
It was so loud on the dance floor with the music blaring that neither of them could make out what she’d said. But it didn’t matter. They didn’t care. They were into each other now, just as Kirby had hoped and wanted.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jake and Kirby continued to dance together after Katrina had disappeared. As Jake grooved with Kirby alone, any remaining unease or self-consciousness about displaying his affection and sexual attraction openly for another man in that setting slowly melted away. He could see that he was in a safe place even with so many others around. People weren’t paying attention to him and Kirby. They were caught up in the music, the joy, the exuberance, and the high energy that permeated the dance floor and filled the room. It felt like a celebration. Everyone seemed so happy and free. This made Jake feel a sense of freedom too.
Now facing each other, Kirby pulled Jake close by the waist and said into his ear, “You’re so sexy when you dance. I love it.”
Jake smiled. “You too.”
Kirby smiled back and then pulled Jake even closer, moving his hands from Jake’s waist to his ass, cupping his cheeks firmly. He stared into Jake’s eyes as he pressed his pelvis to his so that their bodies touched and grooved together in unison.
Jake immediately reciprocated, grabbing hold of Kirby’s ass. They moved their bodies together tightly, erotically, and taunted one another, grinning and staring each other down sensually. Their noses collided and they could feel the warmth of their tequila-tainted breaths as they exhaled onto each other. After their noses collided once more, Kirby kissed the tip of Jake’s nose. The way he did it was tender and lingering. A chill shot through Jake’s body. He could feel Kirby’s love. Kirby then kissed Jake’s lips softly. That led to another kiss and then another. By the fourth kiss, Kirby pressed his tongue into Jake’s mouth, and Jake took it eagerly to suckle. What started out as a tender kiss quickly morphed into a full-blown make out right there on the dance floor.
I don’t give a fuck who’s watching us, Jake thought to himself while lip- and tongue-locked with Kirby. The music, the way they were dancing, the darkness of the room, the funky, free-wheeling, decadent crowd—it all made him feel raw with erotic desire and emotion. He wanted to strip naked and press his lean, rock-hard flesh to Kirby’s right there for all to see. They didn’t go that far, but both knew that it was time to leave.
They stepped outside the club to catch a cab. “My place or yours?” Kirby simply asked.
“I don’t care. Either works,” Jake said.
A cab pulled up to the curb fairly quickly. They hopped in and Kirby called out the address to his bungalow in the Hollywood Hills, which wasn’t far from the location of the club. On the short ride up the hill, Jake and Kirby remained silent the whole time, but the sexual tension was palpable. Kirby pressed his knee to Jake’s as they sat together in the back seat. Jake then reached to squeeze and hold on to Kirby’s knee. Kirby reciprocated by touching and squeezing Jake’s lower thigh.
After they were dropped off, they walked into Kirby’s place. It was the first time Jake had been back there since he’d moved out nearly six months before. “Déjà vu,” Jake said, looking around.
Kirby grinned as he threw his keys down on the coffee table.
“So you never got a new housemate?”
“Nope…” Kirby said as he turned to face Jake and then walked over toward him “…because I’ve been waiting for you to move back in.”
They instantly kissed and embraced, picking up where they’d left off on the dance floor at The Naked Bunny. Although there was no music playing in the background, they rotated their bodies together, pelvis to pelvis, just like they’d done on the dance floor, rubbing and caressing each other as they embraced. They kissed with hunger and abandon, extending their tongues from their mouths, wrestling them together. Kirby reached down Jake’s back
to grab and rub his ass fervently. Jake had a hard-on immediately. He was desperate to press his skin against Kirby’s. He lifted Kirby’s shirt to feel his pecs. As always, they were muscular, hard, and bulging, and his nipples were taut and erect. Jake bent down slightly to lick and suck on them.
“Oh yeah, bite me,” Kirby commanded and then closed his eyes as he absorbed the rough titillation. “Harder, man,” Kirby exhorted, causing Jake to bite, suck, and tug with more vigor and urgency.
Kirby expressed his pleasure with Jake’s skills. “Fuck yeah. Milk that shit, bro.”
Jake stopped when Kirby lifted his shirt over his head to remove it completely. Kirby then flexed his pecs to taunt Jake, inviting him to resume his torture. Jake went crazy licking Kirby’s pecs and sucking his nipples, covering them in his saliva. He couldn’t get enough. He stopped to unbuckle Kirby’s pants. Kirby, knowing what Jake was craving, did the rest, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down and off along with his undies. The Black Mamba popped free, long, hard, and fully erect with its mushroom head big, bold, and shiny. Like in worshipping awe, Jake fell down on his knees, slapped his hands to Kirby’s smooth, muscular thighs, and held on as he went to town—sucking on that mushroom head with the eagerness of a kid devouring a Tootsie Pop, eager to get to the yummy-tasting filling hidden in the middle.
Jake pulled back to stroke Kirby’s tool with his hand. “I want to get you off and make you come in my mouth again. I’ve been thinking about it and craving it all week.”
“Not so fast, man. You know we have unfinished business. We got interrupted last time, but I’m gonna fuck you tonight and come in your ass.”
Without saying anything, Jake returned his mouth to Kirby’s rod. He sucked rapidly, using his hand and mouth to stroke at the same time. He did his best to expedite Kirby’s eventual climax, but Kirby seemed to be reserving his energy for the main event. So Kirby took charge, pumping Jake’s face and causing him to gag and slobber all over The Black Mamba. Jake took the abuse like a champ and didn’t let up or give in. He liked it when things got a little messy. It tuned him on even more.