Now Tom was pacing the floor of his small apartment. He traced a route from the mirror on the back of his door where he continually checked his appearance making sure he looked as attractive as possible, to the front window to peer out on the street to see if Alan had arrived. Tom glanced at his watch: it was ten after seven.
Maybe he won't show! The thought brought him first relief, followed by anxiety, then anger. Fuck! I don't need him. Don't need anyone. Just another guy to get off with, that's all he is.
But when Tom heard a car door bang shut he ran to the window, his heart pounding. He got to his vantage point just in time to see Alan get out of his red Mustang. Alan looked nervous; he clinched his fists in an 'I can do this' gesture and took a deep breath. Tom smiled. Seeing Alan reacting this way somehow made him feel better and reaffirmed that he, Tom Clarkson, was in charge. Whatever happened was under his control. He would call the shots.
Tom repressed the urge to run to the door, throw it open and rush out to greet the man. Instead he sat calmly on the bed and waited for Alan to knock...and knock...and knock...and...
When the knocking stopped Tom felt a swoop of panic. What the hell? He got up quickly, went to the door and threw it open. Alan was walking back to his car.
"Hey," Tom called to him.
Alan whipped around, relief showing on his face. "Hey yourself." He trotted back to Tom who was standing in the open doorway. "I thought for a minute you weren't here. That maybe you'd changed your mind about going out with me tonight."
"Not on your life," Tom said, feeling something warm inside at Alan's vulnerable yet masculine demeanor . "Wouldn't a missed it. Come on in. Just wanta use the john and then we can be on our way."
Tom stepped back from the door and Alan walked past him into the room. Alan was wearing a light-blue tee shirt, not show-off tight, but tight enough to make Tom feel a tingle in his groin. The man had a body to be appreciated. Tom smiled in anticipation of the night to come.
"Hey, the place looks great," Alan said, surveying the room and turning back to Tom.
Tom felt a slight blush. He had worked hard at cleaning the apartment up. The bed was made, clothes all stored, no clutter on the floor. He had convinced himself this diligent clean- up wasn't to impress Alan. No, it was just overdue in getting done and this was as good a time as any to do it. Nevertheless, he was pleased Alan noticed.
Not wanting to make too big a deal out of it, Tom shrugged. "Thanks. Uh...make yourself comfortable. I'll be right out."
Tom went into the bathroom and closed the door. After a quick piss, he looked at himself in the mirror, combed his hair for the dozenth time and thought of how different this experience was from all his other encounters with guys. Somehow, despite the fact it was going against all the tenets Tom had set down for himself, this felt good---right somehow. A tinge of anxiety mixed with the positive feelings, but he brushed it aside as he returned to his guest.
He found Alan looking through the muscle magazines on the bookshelf. Tom was embarrassed. But why? The guy was a queer like him. Why should his finding Tom's stash of homoerotic material cause him to be uncomfortable? Tom wasn't sure he had an answer to that question.
Alan turned to him, seemingly a little embarrassed himself at being caught looking. "Uh...inspiration for your workouts?" he asked.
"Yeah," Tom said, recovering some of his confident attitude at seeing Alan's self-consciousness. "Gives me something to shoot for." And something to make me shoot, he added to himself, thinking of the nights when he chose to jerk-off rather than go out and cruise. He smiled his most charming, suggestive smile.
"You ready to go? Need to use the can?" Tom asked. "No, I'm ready if you are," Alan replied.
I'm more than ready, Tom thought, feeling his semi-hard dick beginning to strain against the white briefs he was wearing.
Normally it would be sex first, followed by a quick goodbye, but tonight was different. Tonight Tom would walk a different path than the ones he usually traveled at the park, one he hadn't traveled in a long time.
"Let's go," Tom said.
* * * *
"Where are we going?" Tom asked as he leaned back against the leather seat and let the fresh air of the summery night wash over him as they pulled away from the curb.
"I thought we might go to Toritilli's. You like pizza?"
"Who doesn't?" Tom responded to Alan's suggestion and then had a sudden flash of inspiration. "You probably never been to The Flame, right?"
"No," Alan replied. "Never heard of it."
"Thought as much, you being new to all this," Tom said while giving Alan's thigh a quick squeeze.
Tom was treated to one of Alan's gorgeous, sexy smiles. "I don't understand," Alan said.
God, his cluelessness is so damn sexy, Tom thought and squeezed Alan's leg again. "The Flame is a restaurant and bar for guys like us."
"Oh," Alan said, still looking puzzled. "I didn't know places like that existed."
"You got a lot to learn, baby," Tom said, then added to himself. And I'm gonna be happy to teach you. Tom exhilarated in the feeling those prospects created in him.
"Turn left on Bellview."
Following Tom's directions, they arrived at the restaurant in about fifteen minutes. Tom observed Alan's reactions as they walked into the establishment. There were several dozen men there. To Tom it was the typical queer bar scene, but he wondered what was going through Alan's mind as he looked around at the clientele. Most were dressed in skintight shirts, some in sleeveless tees. There were several guys at the bar: two were kissing, one guy was rubbing the ass of the man next to him while the guy talked to a third party.
"Wow, this is something," Alan said in a voice that clearly reflected his amazement. "I never imagined..."
Tom laughed. "Welcome to a whole new world, my friend. And this is just the tip of the iceberg."
They walked through the room, around tables, Tom nodding to some of their fellow patrons who gave the pair appraising looks. They skirted the dance floor where half a dozen couples, several shirtless, gyrated to the sound of rock and roll music and found a vacant booth.
As they slid into their seats, Alan said, "Look over there." Tom followed Alan's gaze to a table near them where two older men were holding hands across the table.
"That's so cool. It looks like they're in love...like they're a couple." Alan looked back at Tom and smiled.
"Uh...yeah...right. Well, some guys can get into that partner stuff," Tom said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"I take it that means you're not?" Alan asked.
Before Tom could answer, a muscular, tanned young man in a wife-beater undershirt showed up at their booth.
"Hi, I'm Keith. What'll it be, gents?" The man's smiling and handsome face seemed to light the room. "Drinks? Drinks and dinner? Drinks, dinner and a key to the back room?" He winked. "What's your pleasure?"
If he had been there alone Tom well might have asked the muscled waiter if he was on the menu, but refrained. "Drinks and dinner," he said, looking across the table at Alan, who seemed to have trouble tearing his eyes away from the man-flesh standing in such close proximity.
Eventually Alan nodded.
"Great," Keith said, still smiling. "What can I get you from the bar? We're having a special on pina coladas."
"That sounds good to me," Alan said.
Tom shook his head. "I'll have a Cuba Libra."
"Coming right up," Mr. Muscles said, with another wink and a flexing of his ample pecs. "Right back with your drinks and the menus."
Tom smirked as he watched Alan's eyes follow the undulating ass as it walked away from their booth. "So, how ya doin' so far?"
"This is kind of amazing. I mean, I never dreamed..." Alan shook his head as if he were making sure he was awake. "But I have a question."
"Shoot," Tom said.
"What did he mean when he asked if you wanted a key along with drinks and dinner?"
Tom laughed. "For a small fee you can get the
key to let you into the backroom where the heavy stuff is going on."
"Heavy stuff?" Alan asked, furrowing his brow. "Well, let's say it's a bit more than what you've experienced. We can go back there if you want, but...I think it'd be better if you learned a bit more first."
Alan looked as if he still didn't understand. Tom felt that now familiar flash of excitement at the idea he would be the first to initiate this handsome young guy into the world of man-to-man sex.
"Okay, if you say so," Alan said, smiling again. "You're the boss."
Tom returned the smile. You bet I am, baby. You bet I am.
Keith returned with their drinks and menus. They ordered steaks, baked potatoes, and a second round of drinks with dinner.
As the alcohol and food took effect, both men relaxed and began to enjoy the evening even more. They talked. Tom told Alan more about himself than he could ever remember telling anyone. Alan listened and seemed to be truly interested in him as a person and not just a body to have sex with. This made Tom feel good, but it also brought some apprehension. The idea that there could be more to a relationship than just sex was not something Tom let himself entertain. However, when dinner was done and Keith brought them a third order of drinks, Tom was happier than he could ever remember.
"Let's dance," Tom said.
Tom took Alan's hand and the men made their way to the dance floor. By now it was crowded. The song playing was "The Twist." Tom and Alan threw themselves into the dance, laughing and swiveling their hips along with everyone on the floor.
When the song ended, Frank Sinatra's "Strangers in the Night" began playing.
Alan stood in front of Tom and held out his arms. Tom hesitated momentarily before he stepped into them. Tom only vaguely questioned his actions. It felt good to hold Alan this way, to press his body against Alan's, to feel his cock harden against Alan's leg and Alan's dick respond in return. Tom closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against Alan's. There were fewer dancers on the floor at this time. They had room to move about.
When the song ended, Tom opened his eyes. Next to them were the older men that Alan had commented on earlier. The men started to leave the dance floor.
Alan said, "Excuse me, how long have you been together?" The men stopped, turned to each other and smiled. "Ten years," one of them said. "That's great," Alan said.
"Yes, it is," the other man agreed and led his partner off the floor.
Alan turned to Tom. Tom couldn't read the look in Alan's eyes, but didn't feel the discomfort he'd experienced earlier. He just smiled.
Another fast song started and they began to dance again.
* * * *
Alan pulled the Mustang up to the curb outside Tom's building. "I had a great time tonight."
"Night's not over yet." Tom reached over and turned the ignition key. "You're coming in. Remember that was part of the plan."
"I remember," Alan said with a smile. "I was hoping you would."
The men walked around the side of the building and into the apartment, Tom's arm around Alan's shoulders, Alan's around Tom's waist. Once inside Tom turned on a lamp. Although it was still light outside, his apartment was dimly lit and he wanted to be able to see Alan as they moved to the next of the evening's events.
"Get comfortable," Tom instructed as he peeled his tee- shirt off over his head.
Tom kicked off his shoes, undid his belt and pushed his shorts to the floor. He stood in his white briefs and stockings smiling at his guest. When Tom turned to walk to the bed and pull the covers down Alan walked up behind him. Threading his arms around Tom, Alan pulled Tom against him, pressing his face against the back of Tom's neck and his stiffening cock against his ass. Alan kissed the base of his neck.
Tom took a deep breath. He knew if he turned around now Alan would try to kiss him. Did Tom want that? He hadn't had to ask himself that question for a long time. Kissing was not an option. But tonight...tonight seemed different. In the end he just leaned back into Alan's embrace, closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Breaking free, Tom walked to the bed, lay down on his back and looked up at Alan. "Someone's kinda overdressed here," he said.
Alan smiled and slipped the light blue tee over his head. Tom appreciatively took in the contours of Alan's chest and slim waist, the trail of light hair leading from his navel and disappearing into his waistband. Alan sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes. Tom leaned forward and stroked Alan's back. Alan stood and took off his pants. He was wearing boxers; his already erect cock slipped out of the pee slit and stood hard and proud, curving toward the ceiling. A long strand of pre-cum descended from the tip.
"Take 'em off," Tom commanded.
Alan obeyed and the boxers joined the pile of clothing on the floor.
"Come 'ere," Tom growled.
Alan stretched himself on the bed. Tom turned to face him. He sighed contentedly and began to run his hands over Alan's body, exploring his arms, chest, shoulders and abdomen, finally reaching around to stroke his smooth back and full round ass.
"Pretty impressive for a guy who claims not to workout," Tom murmured.
"Nothing compared to you," Alan replied, beginning to shadow Tom's exploration. "You're beautiful."
Tom appreciated the compliment and continued to run his hands over Alan's body. After about ten minutes he asked, "Ready to try something new?"
Alan nodded.
Tom got up. "Turn over."
Alan did as he was told. "Raise up a bit," Tom said.
Alan did. Tom reached under Alan and pulled his cock and balls back so that they lay between Alan's spread legs.
"That hurt?" Tom asked as Alan's dick was rigid and now bent backwards.
"Some," Alan admitted. "Not too bad."
"You have no idea what I'm gonna do, do you?" Tom teased.
"No," was the response.
Tom laughed and stretched out between Alan's legs. He ran his hands up and down Alan's hamstrings and then onto his ass. Tom kneaded, stroked and caressed the round smooth muscles of ass flesh. Alan let out a sigh.
"That's just the beginning, baby," Tom said.
He then spread Alan's butt cheeks and ran a finger up and down the crevice. Finding the puckered hole, Tom traced the periphery with his finger. Alan shuddered.
"You like that?" Tom queried. "Oh, God, yes!"
"You're gonna like this even more."
Tom lowered his head and began to lick and kiss the mounds of smooth muscle. Alan squirmed beneath the stimulation. When Tom's tongue entered Alan's crack he nearly bucked Tom off the bed. And when Tom began to lick and probe Alan's hole, Alan arched his back and begged for more.
Tom continued to run his tongue up and down the crevice, stopping to give the pink pucker attention. He ran it all the way down between Alan's legs, caressing and sucking the balls until finally tracing the tender underside of his cock. Then Tom would reverse the process until he was back at the apex of Alan's ass.
After at least a half hour Tom got up, removed his white briefs and stretched out on top of Alan, his cock tucked securely between the mounds of Alan's ass-flesh, slowly pumping up and down.
Leaning close to Alan's ear, pressing his firm pecs into Alan's back, Tom whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you. You want that, don't you!" It wasn't a question, more a command.
Alan responded by digging his fingers into the bed covers and whimpering, "Yes."
Tom kneeled over Alan, slid his rock-hard tool up and down inside the crack and spread his copious pre-cum around Alan's hole. Tom spit into the crevice and worked it into Alan's anus with his thumb. Then Tom took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entry to Alan's body. He pressed against the hole, slowly increasing the pressure until he could feel Alan's sphincter relax. With one firm thrust he pushed the head of his dick past the ring.
Alan groaned, grasped the covers and buried his face in them, stifling a moan.
Tom waited until Alan relaxed some, then with a slow rhythm began to thrust, pushing his cock a l
ittle deeper into Alan's ass each time. Tom usually disregarded the feelings of his sex partners; this time he wanted to make sure Alan was taken care of. He took his time and gently consummated the union.
After he was completely inside Alan---his thick, dark pubic hair against the man's ass cheeks---Tom lay motionless, allowing Alan to adjust to his first invasion.
In a short while Alan began to initiate a fucking motion. Tom picked up the rhythm. He drew his cock out to the head and then met Alan's upward thrust, burying himself deep inside once again.
He braced himself on his hands as he fucked Alan. Closing his eyes Tom let feelings of sexual pleasure intoxicate him. His awareness of his partner's responses, and his own feeling of emotional involvement in the act, were something Tom hadn't felt in a long time and it sent him to heights of ecstasy he had long since thought he'd forgotten. He had to look at Alan when he climaxed. Tom didn't understand why, he just knew he had to.
Pulling his cock out of Alan's ass he said softly, "Turn over." Alan did as he was told.
Tom stood at the edge of the bed and pulled Alan toward him. Bending over him so that their faces were only inches apart Tom re-inserted himself into Alan's body. Tom breathed heavily through his nose as he slowly pumped himself in and out of Alan's hole. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was going to cum. He felt an emotion he couldn't name; something strangely familiar yet currently foreign to Tom Clarkson. He opened his eyes and looked upon the face of the man impaled on his manhood. Tom shuddered.
"This is for you, Alan. God damn it...this is for you," Tom said as the wave of pleasure crashed over him as his man-juice jettisoned from his body into Alan's.
Alan came without touching his cock; ropes of white jizz painting his stomach.
When Tom's orgasm was complete, he continued to brace himself on his arms, looking down into Alan's face. Alan's eyes were closed, his mouth open, his breathing ragged and slow.
Lowering himself slowly toward Alan's face, Tom bent his head and kissed his cheek.
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