MAYBE THIS TIME

by Duncan More

“You’re not going to believe this. It seems so sacrilegious. The August after I graduated, I was at a church camp just over the state line in New York. There was this guy from outside of Binghamton I had been friends with since my freshman year. That was back when I thought I might want to become a minister. Anyway, we hung around together. The last night he suggested we just take a walk in the woods – sort of our last time together since we probably would never see each other again. Anyway, we were walking along and I had to take a leak. While I was pissing away, he asked if I had ever met anyone who could suck my whole dick. I told him about my cousin, but that he always gagged when he tried to take the whole thing. He told me he could do it and not gag, that he and several other guys on the football team were gay and sucked and fucked whenever the horns were running rampant. Told me he had even wanted to suck me from when we first met. I never even thought about guys fucking guys. He asked me, after he got me hard, if I would fuck him. I hadn’t come since the Saturday before at home. So we did – there on a little strip of grass. Never saw him again. Think he went to some college down south.”

  “So why me?” Larry asked.

  “I was pretty sure you went both ways, and I thought you were so hot – since I first heard you sing at the bar about six months ago. I guess in a way I was stalking you. I mean, even last night I steered Roger to the table right next to you guys just so I could watch and fantasize.”

  “Fantasize about what?”

  “You and me in bed together and you bobbing up and down on me, pleasing both of us. I figured you really liked sucking cock. It was a real surprise when you rolled over and positioned me. I expected you were going to be the first cock in my mouth.”

  “You mean you never!”

  “No, but I want to with you. I’m a real closet case, I know. I talk like I’m an expert at dick-diving, but it’s all a sham. I just want to be one. If it weren’t for the restroom at the mall, it would just be me and my hand. But I learned I just had to find the stall with a hole in the wall and I could be taken care of by someone. Then I’d get up and leave before they expected something in return.”

  “God, I’m learning a lot. Maine was never like this area. Where’s this mall?”

  “Never you mind. You got me to take care of your needs,” Eugene said. “All of them. Corn’s shucked and ready for the grill. How are the steaks?”

  “Still marinating.”

  “Fries or potato salad?”

  “You boil some potatoes. You got some vinegar, sugar, bacon and maybe a little dill? I make a wicked hot German Potato Salad. My grandmother’s recipe. Maine’s finest. You know our potatoes are better than Idaho’s, right?”

  “I don’t know,” Larry said. “Let’s just say the best grown on the east coast to be safe.”

  “I got six slices of bacon here,” Eugene said, collecting a package from the refrigerator. “Larry, see if there is any vinegar in the cupboard to your left. I know I got the dill and sugar.”

  “I’ll peel the potatoes. I feel a little useless sitting here doing nothing,” Bill said.

  “Skins can stay on. Just cut them in eighths and get them boiling.” Dillon was in charge even if it wasn’t his kitchen. “Ouch! Son of a bitch! Fucking bacon grease!” Dillon suddenly cursed. “Somebody hand me a paper towel to cover these fucking strips before I get little burns all over my chest.”

  “You need an apron?” Eugene asked.

  “Fuck, no. This is a nude grilling party. Besides, Bill could only see my ass then and I don’t want him getting ideas.”

  “Not while my buns are available,” Larry quickly chimed in. “As a matter of fact, the moment you are done with the potatoes, I think you should come stand behind me and let me feel that cock nuzzling my buns. That way you’ll know where to park it later.” He gave a little lecherous laugh, but was pleased when a few minutes later Bill was standing behind him with his arms wrapped around his waist and his crotch nestled against his buns. “Now don’t you get too frisky and try burying it right now. We are guests here.”

  Bill just slowly moved his crotch back and forth against both buns.

  “Okay. Dinner in five if you want your steaks medium rare. Eugene, honey, you want to set the table?”

  “Did you just call me honey?”

  “Yes, I guess I did. I don’t know where it came from.”

  “Me neither. But I won’t complain.” He gave the cook a quick kiss on the cheek and started placing the flatware on the table. He grabbed the butter dish from the refrigerator and had everything else ready as Dillon began plating.

  “Bill, you’re the closest any of us came to being a minister. Would you say grace?”

  “Dear Lord, for food and raiment, for life and opportunity, for friendship and fellowship, we give thee thanks. Amen.”

  As they dove into the meal, Larry couldn’t resist commenting about the raiment since they were all naked.

  “Wait,” Eugene said, “I forgot the A-1 and the Worcestershire sauce for anyone who wants it.” He dashed to the spice cupboard.

  “While you’re up, how about some music?” Larry asked.

  “No problemo.” He turned on the CD player sitting on the corner of the counter. Immediately the cast album of Woman of the Year was filling the air. “It’s one of my favorite non-popular Broadway musicals,” he told Dillon. “Flame and I did a duet from it called ‘The Grass is Always Greener.’ Brought down the house. Also did ‘I’m One of the Girls Whose One of the Boys’ as a solo number. I found that people appreciate certain Broadway numbers even if they don’t know them, as long as they are acted out well.”

  When the song played, he just rose, and completely naked performed the number parading around the kitchen table. When he got to the line ‘If you want to play snooker, chalk up your cue,’ he leaned over Dillon’s shoulders and fondled him briefly.

  “Wow!” Bill said. “If you can sell that song completely naked, what the hell can you do in costume! I’ve got to come see you perform some night. What’s the best song you think you ever did?”

  “Hands down, ‘Rose’s Turn’ from Gypsy. Although I had a lot of fun doing Evita’s ‘What’s New, Buenos Aires’.”

  “Don’t know them.”

  “Me neither,” Dillon said.

  “Stick around me, fellas, and I can educate you on everything that every legitimate card-carrying gay man should know. Hell, I could even introduce Mr. Bi-Guy here to the musicals of John Raitt. So many solo numbers he could add to his repertoire for karaoke.”

  “I don’t doubt it, Sugar. Maybe some time we should just get together for instruction purposes. Know it won’t be for sex since we are both bottoms.”

  “Don’t bet your ass on that one, dearie. I have topped on occasions. All you’d have to admit is that you want one rather queenie guy to fuck you. And I know that’s not your type. Shit, just compare Bill to me. The defense rests. Case over. I win.”

  “You’re right. Guess we should head out. Dinner was wonderful. Thank you. We got time to get back to my place for another session before Bill and I have to end this get-together. We’ll still have time to play Bury the Beer can.”

  “You’re embarrassing me,” Bill said.

  “Sorry. It’s just that I know you want to, I want to, and they know we do.”

  “But we don’t have time to drive back to your house, do it, and then you drive me back to mine. Maybe another time, much as I’d like to. I seriously have to be up for work by 4:30.”

  “Look, Eugene said, “This may sound a bit gauche, but I’ve got a spare bedroom if you guys really want to get together. I’d do strange hospitable things for people, as Dillon can attest.”

  “So it seems. After all, that’s why I’m here.”

  “There’s a fresh tube of K-Y in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Go have fun. Just don’t mess with the clothes in the closet. They’re all my Gia outfits.”

  They watched Bill and Larry quickly leave the table and head up the stairs, arms wrapped around w
aists.

  “Oh, the things I do for my friends! While they’re busy, let’s get this all cleaned up.”

  They had just finished clearing the table when they heard Larry’s loud voice from the bedroom, “Oh yes, feels so good. Give it to me.”

  As they washed and dried the dishes, constant shouts of ‘yes’ and ‘oh, yeah!’ in two men’s voices resounded and then all was quiet.

  “Guess they’re done,” Dillon finally said.

  “Yep. Soon we can have our time together in privacy. Am I that loud?”

  “I think we both are. In the shower I know I was. You were just moaning… more like a contented kitten.”

  Two guys with dangling dicks emerged from the bedroom. “Thanks, I needed that,” Larry said.

  “Just retrieve our clothes from the dryer and we’ll be on our way.” Bill added, “I’m taking Thursday off, so if you guys are free Wednesday night, we could meet at the Way Station for a couple of brewskis.”

  “I’ll be back in Maine by then. Sorry.”

  “Me, too. But thanks for a most enjoyable day. And personally, Dillon, I think you should stay. You two seem to be a perfect couple.”

  “Was nice to meet you. Have a good life.” Dillon tried to ignore Bill’s final comment as he and Eugene saw them to the door.

  “Well, here we are – alone at last. Want to watch a movie or something?”

  “Something.”

  “What?”

  “Something. I don’t want to watch a movie. I’d rather go to the bedroom now. Listening to them increased my desire. I want to have fun in bed with you.”

  “Oh, okay. So do I, but I didn’t want to seem pushy. Give me a few seconds to take a dump and freshen up for you.”

  “Okay, you’ll know where to find me.” He headed to the bedroom and was surprised to see the bed all made. When they had left it in the morning, covers and sheets were all over the place. He didn’t know when Eugene had time to make it, but he was pleased at the neatness.

  He pulled the covers back and folded them at the bottom of the bed and stretched his body out on the white sheet. Blood had already started flowing into his dick, but he wasn’t sure if it was because the beer was about to make him piss or he was already anticipating Eugene’s lips around it.

  “Ah, there’s my hot man.” Eugene crawled onto the bed and began kissing Dillon.

  “Wait. I think I need to piss first. I think the beer has raced right through me. Be right back.” He hastened to the bathroom and sat, taking care of two bodily functions at once. “Okay, I’m two pounds lighter.” He crawled onto the bed and pulled Eugene close. Just the nearness of his body had blood flowing again. He became the aggressor, with his lips enjoying the taste of every part of Eugene’s upper torso. Then his abdomen and then they circled the erection and he started sucking.

  “Lick my balls, please,” Eugene asked. He pulled his legs up. “Now, go lower. It’s okay to lick my ass. It’s totally clean and I love the feeling.”

  Though a bit leery of this activity, Dillon complied. The skin felt so different to his tongue – the whole action not as distasteful as he would have imagined it.

  “Lick faster. Feel me loosening up.”

  Dillon complied and noticed there was a little more for him to work on.

  “Give me the finger.”

  Dillon stuck it in.

  “Wiggle it around. Then add a second finger. Oh yeah, that feels good.”

  Dillon felt a little strange. Only once had he had a finger in his ass and that was when he wiped too hard and it pushed right through the paper and on inside. Now here he was with two and then three fingers in another guy’s asshole. His dick may have been there the night before, but fingers???

  “Come up here, kiss me.”

  Dillon moved his body forward and began a passionate French kissing session. Eugene positioned Dillon’s dick against his hole and told Dillon to push. In an instant he was inside.

  “Oh, yeah. Feels good. Tonight you control the action. Fuck me good. This is position number one.”

  “How many are there?” Dillon naively asked.

  “You keep it hard and I’ll show you.”

  Before they were done, Eugene was on his stomach, Eugene was standing on the floor bent over the bed with Dillon standing behind him, Eugene was kneeling on the bed with his head resting on his arms and Dillon straddling his ass, Eugene lay on his side with Dillon thrusting from behind him, and Dillon was flat on his back with Eugene riding him as they had the night before.

  “Which position did you like the most?” Eugene finally asked.

  “You on your back with your legs up. That way I can look at you, bend you a little and suck your tits, or really bend you and kiss you.”

  Within the next few moments they were in this position and Dillon was hammering his body against Eugene’s and both were making as much noise as Larry and Bill had earlier.

  “Oh yeah, take it!” Dillon shouted and gave one final thrust and hurled his load as far into Eugene’s ass as he could, as his lips opened enough to let Eugene’s tongue explore. He withdrew rather quickly and lay on his back, pulling Eugene on top of him. He smiled and simply said, “Your turn.”

  “What do you mean, my turn?”

  “You said earlier you topped a few guys. Top me.”

  “You want me to fuck you! Why?”

  “Because if you and Larry enjoy a cock up your ass so much, it must be good. Only one way I can find that out is to try it.”

  “But it hurts like hell the first time. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “What about the second time?”

  “Not so much.”

  “And then?”

  “By the third time, I was starting to really like it. Of course, it happened all at the same time. When I was fourteen, I was gang raped by four guys from the wrestling team in my old hometown. First guy was brutal. Just held me down and rammed it right up my ass. My own fault I think. I told him how cute he was and that I’d love to suck his cock. I mean, I already knew I was gay. Just didn’t have any experience. He was going to be my first. It was a hot July night and I agreed to meet him under the football bleachers. He evidently told some of his buddies about the fag who wanted to do him and they ambushed me. The second guy was no better but it stopped hurting. The third guy was so pumped up and eager that he shot almost immediately. The fourth guy was much gentler, whispered in my ear that he was sorry about this but he had to do it in front of his buddies. I got so aroused by him that I shot all over the grass beneath me. Bottom line was that he and I ended up tricking in private for two years before he graduated and moved out of town to go to some college out in Indiana. He’s how I became a rather talented bottom. That’s how I know it hurts at first.”

  “But that first time was brutal. I don’t think that’s how you’d be with me. Not your style.”

  “You sure you want me to?”

  “Yes.”

  “All right, kneel on the bed.”

  Eugene got behind him, spread the cheeks and started licking around the asshole. He grabbed some K-Y from his nightstand drawer and lubed his middle finger, and after explaining what he was about to do, inserted it. Dillon felt a little discomfort but no pain. Then there were two fingers and eventually three probing him. It felt strange – very strange – but it didn’t really hurt. Actually his recently discharged cock began to react.

  “Okay, I think you’re ready for the real thing. Still sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Switch positions. Sit on me like I did on you. Lower yourself slowly and stop and pause if it hurts. Get used to the intrusion.”

  Dillon felt each inch sliding into him and it didn’t hurt. Rather quickly he was bouncing up and down on the invader. He smiled at Eugene. “I thought you said this would hurt.”

  “It doesn’t?”

  “No.”

  “Ready to roll over then and let me drive?”

  They did, and Dillon was
soon shouting words of encouragement to Eugene, urging him to fuck him hard and shoot his cream. Not used to being the top and experiencing the sensations, it was a short time in the saddle, as the expression goes, before Eugene was ready for the dismount.

  “Well?” Eugene asked when they were back to just snuggling and enjoying post-copulation euphoria.

  “Well what?”

  “How was it?”

  “Not bad. Didn’t hurt at all. I just didn’t feel things the way you and Bill obviously do. Maybe it’s because I had already shot my wad. Maybe next time you should go first. I mean, that’s what pops your cookies. Maybe mine need to be full to pop. How was it for you?”

  “Honestly? Pretty mechanical. Seemed just about me and not us. I didn’t feel I wasn’t giving you pleasure. Satisfying your curiosity but not your needs.”

  “That may be true. But I’m glad we did it.” He gave Eugene several more kisses, rolled onto his side, pulled Eugene’s arms over his chest, and contented to hear Eugene’s rhythmic breathing close behind him, was soon asleep.

  Chapter Five

  There was no time for a morning fuck. Eugene had work to get to. Every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday and alternating Wednesdays and Saturdays. The bank would open promptly at nine with or without him, and without him might immediately become a permanent situation. They showered, they dressed, they breakfasted, and then sadly said good-bye – one to a long day of work and one to a long drive back home to Maine. The only difference was this time they exchanged phone numbers.

  It was an interminable miserable drive for Dillon, compounded by nearly two miserable weeks at home. His parents were disappointed that he turned down the job in Baltimore. His father was furious when Dillon told him he really figured out he could not even contemplate a lifetime of accounting. His father kept mentioning all the sacrifices they made for his college education. His mother was always questioning what he did over the weekend away and whom he was with and what did they do. Gradually he admitted some of the details – that he got drunk in a small town north of Scranton trying to win a t-shirt which he showed her, that he met a performer named Gia with whom he spent the night, that on the way back home he stopped to thank Gia, that they went to Karaoke, went swimming, had a grilling dinner with some of Gia’s friends, and then said good-bye and drove back home.