Angry at what Rea had said, I stormed out of my own house. If J.J. wasn't looking for a piece of ass tonight, well he sure gave off the wrong signs. He was kinda cute with his half Guido, half mobster look. I could only imagine what his shirt and suit kept wrapped from me during our porch side chat. I pondered over what he looked like naked. If stereotypes were accurate, he'd be hung like a horse. Halfway to his door I chuckled out loud at the thought of the reference from The Godfather.
I walked up the steps towards his door and knocked. I heard a faint "come in!," So I turned the door knob and entered. The smell of smoke filled my nose. I coughed. Even though I smoke cigarettes, The smoke in the air filled my lungs quickly, one of the many reasons I never smoke inside. I followed the trail to source of the cigarette smoke. Sure enough, it led me to J.J. who was sitting in chair in nothing but a smoking jacket, still covered up. His eyes met mine as I entered.
"Smoke?" he offered.
"No, thanks. I'm having all I can do to breathe without one in here." I replied.
"So, your a non-smoker....?" he questioned.
"No, I smoke, just not inside a building, I find I have too many possessions that I deem worth more than my life. and would rather not smoke around them."
"So you have kids?"
"No, I'm just materialistic," I chuckled, "My turn, So why did you ask me to come over other than to interrogate me?"
"Well, since we are officially all alone, you mentioned you were gay and I'm honestly curious. Wine?"
"Sure. So are you asking me to be your first guy?" I asked as he pulled out a bottle of Moscato and poured me a glass.
"In a sense, yes. You seem so comfortable and confident. You also said you were a 'Female Illusionist' and that intrigued me as well. How do you do that?"
I sipped my glass of Moscato slowly. I pondered his questions and his request. He was definitely looking for a exploring partner. "Lots of make-up and lots of padding." I giggled
"What about your manhood? How do you hide that?" he puzzled.
I took another sip, a bit larger this time, of my Moscato, "We 'Tuck'. each has their own style of doing it, but it's all the same. It hides the penis from view and makes it look like we have lady parts." I tried to explain.
I took another large sip of wine. I always forget that wine always goes straight to my head. I could drink some mixed drinks and beer for days, but place a bottle of wine in front of me, and I'm blittrim tzed from one glass. Once more, I took another large sip. "So, J.J., mind if I ask you a personal question?" I flirted.
"No, not at all. Ask away." he responded.
Since I was curious as to what he was, or wasn't, wearing underneath the smoking jacket, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Okay, how about you come over here and show me what's under your robe."
J.J. gave a shocked look on his face. Apparently he wasn't expecting me to be so bold and blunt. I polished off the rest of the wine in my glass as J.J. shook the shock off his face and stood up. He took a few steps towards me, enough so that I was about an arms length apart and untied the cord around his smoking jacket. He pulled the sides of the jacket away. Sure enough, he was bare naked. Nothing on him but what God gave him. He was moderately hairy, although it showed up more since his hair was near black. He had a very carefully, almost professionally, trimmed patch of hair above his cock and balls. His cock wasn't bad to look at either. It was a little over average size and girth, before getting fully hard. I stared for what seemed like several minutes before looking into his eyes.
"So, J.J., are you ready to find out what's it's like to be with a guy?" I smirked
He took a few steps closer, his cock starting to get had. "I'm ready whenever you are."
I caressed my hands up the back side of his thighs and grabbed handfuls of his firm ass cheeks as I took his partially soft cock in my mouth. The feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth turned me on and instantly made me hard. I began sucking on his cock and groping vigorously at his ass. He placed one hand on the back of my head while the other found one of my hands on his ass. He moaned loadly as he grasped my head and plunged it hard on his cock. I gagged.
I had to pause and compose myself from almost choking on a what now looked like a super schlong. I pulled the hand that wasn't under his in front of me and stroked him off a little bit. He moaned every time my hand went down the shaft to the base of his penis. A sensitive one, I'm gonna enjoy this, I thought.
I went back to sucking on him, this time with a hand at the base of his cock to prevent me from choking on it again. I stared briefly at his chest. It wasn't as built as Rick's was, but it still looked good. You could see the faint outline of abs surfacing too, so it looked like he was on the right track for muscles. He let out another load moan as his body twitched.
He touched my chin and pulled me up from the chair and started to strip me. I made a move to kiss his lips, but he dodged and smiled. "Sorry, I don't kiss."
Once he had me completely naked, he turned me around and felt around my body until he found what his hand truly desired, my cock. He began stroking me off while rubbing his up and down the crack of my ass. he kissed my neck as he attempted to penetrate. I moved out of the way. "Sorry, Jr's not allowed to go canoeing without a life preserver"
He had a shocked look on his face. H dropped to and began crawling up me until he reached my cock and he started sucking me off. I gave off a loud moan and placed both hands on his head. He worked wonders with his toungue. I felt his tongue doing figure eight patterns around my cock. I felt my own body begin to jerk with pleasure. He felt my cock and body tense up. He began to suck faster and harder. My moans got louder. I stopped him and pushed him back before I could cum. "I want us to come together" I stated.
He laid on his side and I laid on mine across from him, facing his pulsing cock that was now dripping pre-come. He took my cock in his mouth as I took his in mine. working off each other's body language we sucked each other off. When it seemed like his body was tensing up, I slowed down as he sped up. If I was on the edge of exploding, he would slow up and I would get faster, trying to sync our bodies up. He moaned loudly. both our bodies were beginning to twitch, his started to convulse.
"are you close to cumming?" I asked.
"Yes, are you?" he replied.
"Yup! Lets finish up."
He began to stroke my throbbing cock really fast. I almost lost my load right there. I let out a moan and plunged onto his cock. He let out a huge moan. I felt his body fully tense up the same time as mine did. I couldn't hold it any longer. I let out one last moan as my load squirted all over his face. The sight of me cumming must have pushed him over the edge as he began cumming inside my mouth. He gasped and moaned with ever pulse and squirt. We laid next to each other for a bit before I pushed myself off the floor and into a standing position. J.J. shortly followed. I picked up my clothes and put them back on.
J.J. spontaneously put his hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.
"We'll have to get together and do that again sometime soon." he stated.
"yes," I agreed as I gathered the final pieces of my wardrobe off the floor, "I'd like to do that again sometime too. I'm gonna head back to my house. Thank you for the great time and have a great night."
"You've already made my night great. Sweet dreams, Justin. We'll definitely keep in contact."
With that, I headed for the door. As soon as I was outside, I smiled and made my way back to my place.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
2. Meating the Neighbors
I suppose it is customary that when you move to a new town to have a housewarming party. My friend says that she had one to "bless her house". I want one to meet the neighbors, after all, I will have to live beside them. And so I begin the paper work. I created a few fliers and sent out few cards to friends where I used to live. I honestly couldn't wait.
When the day arrived, I had the place decorated to the hilt with housewarmy charm. I baked an apple pie for a desert and asked everyone to bring a little something that represented them. The smell of the pie filled the whole house, there wasn't a room that you went in that you couldn't smell it. I made the rounds to make sure everything was perfect when the doorbell rang. I was startled, the party wasn't supposed to start for another hour. I scurried over to the door and peeked through the window, It was my best friend, Reah. I opened the door.
"Hey there, Sweet Cheeks! How's the new pad?" she said with the gruff masculinity that only a butch lesbian could possess.
"Your early, Girl!" I chuckled.
"Mark it on your calendar, Honey, because It probably won't happen again. Besides, I wanted to help you set up." she explained, gazing around. "Looks like you already have it in tip top shape, though. Where's the Boob Tube? I need to catch the end of the game."
I took Rea, and gave her the tour ending in my living to which she made herself comfortable turning my TV on and flipped the channel over to the football game. There she sat glued to television, watching the tail end of the foot ball game. I never realized how loud she got while watching a game until now. I tried to stifle a giggle, but it managed it's way out anyway. It didn't seem to phase her one bit, all her focus was on the game. Once again, the doorbell rang, I let out a "Who could that be?" and hastened towards the door. Peeking through the glass it was someone I didn't recognize. It must be one of the new neighbors, I'm sure. I opened the door.
"Good Afternoon, I'm J.J. Valentino. I live next door in the goldenrod house." He announced.
I took a second to give him the looksie. His stature was on the average side. If he had large muscles, his Armani suit did a superb job of disguising them. His hair was short, dark, and slicked back and the only facial hair he had on his head was a well defined, thin chin strap that ended before reaching his chin. His only jewelry was gold chain around his neck and a class ring on his right middle finger. In his arms he held the biggest bowl I had ever seen covered wit multiple layers of tinfoil. Overall, a decent specimen and not hard on the eyes either.
"Good Afternoon, J.J., I'm Justin. Welcome to my humble abode. You are one of the first guests to arrive. Please, let me take that and you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room." I said as I took the giant bowl from his arm.
That man must have muscle if he could carry that bowl one handed. It felt as thought the bowl weighed more than what the contents of it did. Carrying it with both hands, I set it down next to my pie and Rea's coconut brownies that she calls her "Carpet Munchies." After setting the large bowl down on the table, I made my way into the living room to find J.J. and Rea debating over the game.
"Look, Brady has great stats this season, with him and Gronk, they are gonna go to the Superbowl. There is just no way that the Pats are gonna come in behind this year." Rea stated.
"But what about their injuries, if Brady puts anymore pressure on his already injured knee, He could be looking at sitting out for the rest of the season." J.J. rebutted. Ding-Dong!
Guests began pouring in and eventually the place was packed. The pot luck table looked like a tribute to "Around the World in 80 Days" with all the diverse pickings for the choosing. Inside J.J.'s huge bowl was none other than spaghetti and home made Barbecue meatballs, since he is half Italian and half American. The Woo's brought over home made sausage filled dumplings, the Meadowbrook's brought sliders, and the Lagasse's brought a salad with French dressing.
As the evening approached, the families started to dwindle. I took a moment and stepped onto the back deck. I started daydreaming about some of the husbands. Mr. Woo looked to be in his late twenties with enough muscle on him to be able to pick me up off the ground, but not enough to lift heavy weights. He had the perfect size muscle mass. He was thin, but with enough muscle to look strong. Mr. Meadowbrook, I imagined, was in his mid-thirties. He was of average build with short, brown hair and brown eyes. He reminded me of a politician, he looked very crisp in his semi-casual attire. His wife, was a Martha Stewart look-a-like, aside from her facial features which reminded me more of a young Judy Garland. Mr. Lagasse was definitely an old french man. Him and his wife had lived here for years. He was on the stouter side, and he was short. I'm sure he'd look like a koosh ball if he walked around topless. "Ahem"
I was startled by the sound of J.J. clearing his voice. "So, uh, what's about you? I haven't had a chance to actually talk to you." He stated.
"What about me? Well, I'm a gay, if you haven't noticed already. I'm also a Female Illusionist, or as others would call me, a Drag Queen. I enjoy singing and dancing, I love art and music. I'm a decent cook, and I moved here to get closer to the city. Anything else you'd like to know?"
"Ok, that explains the spit polished house and not a lady in sight," he laughed, "Where are you from originally?"
"I'm originally from the back woods of Maine. My art is hard to push up there, but down here, I can make it work better for me. I'm a hop skip and a jump away from a handful of places to perform. This place is quiet and I don't really have to worry about anyone, at least, I hope I don't." I chuckled.
"I'm curious about you, what do you say if, after all your guests leave, you popped over and we talked some more. You like wine?"
"Depends on what you got," I answered, "Moscato is my favorite, that or White Zin. I take it your into wine?"
"Family thing. My entire family owns a winery in upstate New York. I have a large collection of it in my basement. I have both of those, by the way."
We chatted for a bit longer before he shook my hand and took off home, I went back inside and mingled with the rest of the guests until they had gone. Rea was staying in my guest room for the night, and I told her about J.J.
"So, you think that dude wants to shack up with you?" Rea questioned.
"I'm not sure, I'm assuming so. The tension was pretty thick for such light conversation."
"He's not my type honey, but knowing you there isn't a specific type for ya."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I flashed a glaring look.
"Chill, Chick Pea, I'm only saying that the running gag at your old haunt is you moved to a new place because you expunged all it's resources."
"I'm not quite sure I understand your meaning."
"Look," she said, "people back home say that you have more tricks than crayola has colors. Now don't shoot the messenger, do you know how many times they've kicked me out of Pedestal's because I've tried to stick up for you and your name?"
My jaw dropped. I was flustered and angry. Determined not to put it against Rea for telling me this information, I decided a nice angry fuck was what I needed. J.J. just seemed to be the right one to do it. I grabbed my jacket and stormed out the door.
When the day arrived, I had the place decorated to the hilt with housewarmy charm. I baked an apple pie for a desert and asked everyone to bring a little something that represented them. The smell of the pie filled the whole house, there wasn't a room that you went in that you couldn't smell it. I made the rounds to make sure everything was perfect when the doorbell rang. I was startled, the party wasn't supposed to start for another hour. I scurried over to the door and peeked through the window, It was my best friend, Reah. I opened the door.
"Hey there, Sweet Cheeks! How's the new pad?" she said with the gruff masculinity that only a butch lesbian could possess.
"Your early, Girl!" I chuckled.
"Mark it on your calendar, Honey, because It probably won't happen again. Besides, I wanted to help you set up." she explained, gazing around. "Looks like you already have it in tip top shape, though. Where's the Boob Tube? I need to catch the end of the game."
I took Rea, and gave her the tour ending in my living to which she made herself comfortable turning my TV on and flipped the channel over to the football game. There she sat glued to television, watching the tail end of the foot ball game. I never realized how loud she got while watching a game until now. I tried to stifle a giggle, but it managed it's way out anyway. It didn't seem to phase her one bit, all her focus was on the game. Once again, the doorbell rang, I let out a "Who could that be?" and hastened towards the door. Peeking through the glass it was someone I didn't recognize. It must be one of the new neighbors, I'm sure. I opened the door.
"Good Afternoon, I'm J.J. Valentino. I live next door in the goldenrod house." He announced.
I took a second to give him the looksie. His stature was on the average side. If he had large muscles, his Armani suit did a superb job of disguising them. His hair was short, dark, and slicked back and the only facial hair he had on his head was a well defined, thin chin strap that ended before reaching his chin. His only jewelry was gold chain around his neck and a class ring on his right middle finger. In his arms he held the biggest bowl I had ever seen covered wit multiple layers of tinfoil. Overall, a decent specimen and not hard on the eyes either.
"Good Afternoon, J.J., I'm Justin. Welcome to my humble abode. You are one of the first guests to arrive. Please, let me take that and you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room." I said as I took the giant bowl from his arm.
That man must have muscle if he could carry that bowl one handed. It felt as thought the bowl weighed more than what the contents of it did. Carrying it with both hands, I set it down next to my pie and Rea's coconut brownies that she calls her "Carpet Munchies." After setting the large bowl down on the table, I made my way into the living room to find J.J. and Rea debating over the game.
"Look, Brady has great stats this season, with him and Gronk, they are gonna go to the Superbowl. There is just no way that the Pats are gonna come in behind this year." Rea stated.
"But what about their injuries, if Brady puts anymore pressure on his already injured knee, He could be looking at sitting out for the rest of the season." J.J. rebutted. Ding-Dong!
Guests began pouring in and eventually the place was packed. The pot luck table looked like a tribute to "Around the World in 80 Days" with all the diverse pickings for the choosing. Inside J.J.'s huge bowl was none other than spaghetti and home made Barbecue meatballs, since he is half Italian and half American. The Woo's brought over home made sausage filled dumplings, the Meadowbrook's brought sliders, and the Lagasse's brought a salad with French dressing.
As the evening approached, the families started to dwindle. I took a moment and stepped onto the back deck. I started daydreaming about some of the husbands. Mr. Woo looked to be in his late twenties with enough muscle on him to be able to pick me up off the ground, but not enough to lift heavy weights. He had the perfect size muscle mass. He was thin, but with enough muscle to look strong. Mr. Meadowbrook, I imagined, was in his mid-thirties. He was of average build with short, brown hair and brown eyes. He reminded me of a politician, he looked very crisp in his semi-casual attire. His wife, was a Martha Stewart look-a-like, aside from her facial features which reminded me more of a young Judy Garland. Mr. Lagasse was definitely an old french man. Him and his wife had lived here for years. He was on the stouter side, and he was short. I'm sure he'd look like a koosh ball if he walked around topless. "Ahem"
I was startled by the sound of J.J. clearing his voice. "So, uh, what's about you? I haven't had a chance to actually talk to you." He stated.
"What about me? Well, I'm a gay, if you haven't noticed already. I'm also a Female Illusionist, or as others would call me, a Drag Queen. I enjoy singing and dancing, I love art and music. I'm a decent cook, and I moved here to get closer to the city. Anything else you'd like to know?"
"Ok, that explains the spit polished house and not a lady in sight," he laughed, "Where are you from originally?"
"I'm originally from the back woods of Maine. My art is hard to push up there, but down here, I can make it work better for me. I'm a hop skip and a jump away from a handful of places to perform. This place is quiet and I don't really have to worry about anyone, at least, I hope I don't." I chuckled.
"I'm curious about you, what do you say if, after all your guests leave, you popped over and we talked some more. You like wine?"
"Depends on what you got," I answered, "Moscato is my favorite, that or White Zin. I take it your into wine?"
"Family thing. My entire family owns a winery in upstate New York. I have a large collection of it in my basement. I have both of those, by the way."
We chatted for a bit longer before he shook my hand and took off home, I went back inside and mingled with the rest of the guests until they had gone. Rea was staying in my guest room for the night, and I told her about J.J.
"So, you think that dude wants to shack up with you?" Rea questioned.
"I'm not sure, I'm assuming so. The tension was pretty thick for such light conversation."
"He's not my type honey, but knowing you there isn't a specific type for ya."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I flashed a glaring look.
"Chill, Chick Pea, I'm only saying that the running gag at your old haunt is you moved to a new place because you expunged all it's resources."
"I'm not quite sure I understand your meaning."
"Look," she said, "people back home say that you have more tricks than crayola has colors. Now don't shoot the messenger, do you know how many times they've kicked me out of Pedestal's because I've tried to stick up for you and your name?"
My jaw dropped. I was flustered and angry. Determined not to put it against Rea for telling me this information, I decided a nice angry fuck was what I needed. J.J. just seemed to be the right one to do it. I grabbed my jacket and stormed out the door.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
1. How Could I Say No...
It was obvious to everyone around that I was the new guy in town. I wasn't sure if it was my mannerisms that gave away my stature, or if it was the fact that I had ordered my new home to be repainted in periwinkle blue. The neighbors gawked and stared as the moving vans pulled through town and into the drive with a mailbox that read Justin Vagary, halfway around the cul-de-sac on Verde Dr. The movers were swift, but not as agile with my belongings as I would have liked. I didn't care, as long as I was on schedule for my show, my tantrums would be brought down to a minimum.
I immediately started to unpack and arrange the items belonging to my bedroom. Once the bed was set up, I couldn't help myself from jumping backwards onto the mattress from my usual side of the bed. The brief feeling of weightlessness put a smile on my face as I came crashing down onto the mattress. I bounced a couple times before coming to a complete stop. The smile on my face remained until I heard a creaking floorboard by the doorway. I sat up straight and look in the direction from which the sound came from to see one of the movers holding a box that had Justine written on the side of it. You could tell he worked out from the way he carried the box, one armed and above the shoulder and his arms showed signs of lots of toning. His shirt fit a bit snug and you could see the outline of his pectorals and abs. on the right side of his shirt was a stitched on name tag. His name was Rick.
I have to admit, to me, he didn't look like a Rick. I just couldn't picture a handsome blonde guy like him being named Rick. Either way, his dirty blonde hair had a hint of sweat along the brow causing strands to get stuck on his forehead. He had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at me. After shaking his head back to reality, he finally spoke.
"I assumed this box goes in here, I believe it's your wife's." His silky, soft voice pierced the silence of my bedroom.
"Actually, that goes in the spare. Justine isn't my wife, only a frequent guest, But you can leave it here. I'll take care of it later," I answered, making my voice as soft as his, "Tell me, why did you hesitate before you spoke?"
"I...uh...didn't expect to see anyone in here, I was just gonna drop off the box and go."
"You stuttered," I stated as I got up from the side of the bed and walked over to him, "Please, come in."
He did as instructed and set the box down by the door. I stood by the corner of my bed, arms crossed and gazing at him intently. He had a great figure on him and his semi-tight jeans left little to the imagination. I could see already that he was definitely interested in a little afternoon play. Then again, so was I. "Close the door, would you, I feel a bit chatty and would rather not be interrupted." I instructed.
"Yes, sir!" he exclaimed as he closed the door and stood facing me.
"Come, sit down my bed. I want to play a game," I began as he, again, followed my command,"I'm going to make a few statements. Each time the statement is true, you take an article of clothing off. For each time the statement is false you put on an article of clothing. Any questions so far?"
"What if the statement is false and I am fully clothed?" he asked with his excitement growing.
"In that case, you would take a step towards the door, get halfway to the door and you will leave," I explained, "are you ready?"
He nodded.
"Let's begin: You work for the moving company." He removed one of his gloves.
"Okay, Your name is Rick." He removed the other glove.
"The box you carried had the name Justin written on it, you brought it here, and met me." He removed both his boots and his belt.
"You keep in good physical shape because of your job." Off came shirt revealing a sculpted, smooth chest.
"Your turned on by this game and want to skip to having sex."
With that statement, he paused and stood up. He began to kiss me and remove my clothes in the process. His mouth made it's way to my neck, traveling to my ear. Once it was there he whispered, "Yeah, I was hoping you'd get to that part."
He gave me a wink and took a few steps back. He took off his socks and then his jeans. He looked good in tight briefs, but they were quickly removed to reveal his thick, and throbbing cock. Once he was completely naked, he started helping me out of the rest of my clothes and once we were both bare, he laid me down on the bed, caressing, kissing, and exploring the contours and terrains of each other's body. His was mostly smooth as a baby's bottom with fine, light hairs on his arms and legs. His blue eyes gazed into mine for a while as his soft and moist lips kissed mine. He caressed my side from my shoulder to my waist and gently took my cock in his hand and began to massage it. I ran my hand down his chest until I reached his swollen, pulsing cock. As I began to stroke up and down, he let out a moan in my ear.
Feeling his breath on my neck and hearing him moan sent a wave of euphoria through my body.
"...want me inside you?" he whispered in between a soft gasp and moan.
"Yes," I answered as I escaped from beneath him, "let me get something first."
I have always been cautious and have always kept protection on hand. Even with the move, I set aside a few items, just in case a moment like this were to arise. I strolled over to a travel bag that contained all of my tools for all of my intimate encounters. I called it my "Bag for Tricks." I unzipped the top and pulled out a couple bottles of lubrication as well as a few condoms and set them on the bed.
"I hope you don't mind if I ask you to use these? It's just that, I'd rather be safe than sorry." I requested.
"No. No problem at all." He replied with a smirk.
He sat, staring at me, from the middle of the bed. His muscles relaxed. I crawled back on the bed and pushed him down to a laying position. I straddled myself over him, my cock dangling in front of his face, and his in mine. He let out a huge moan as my mouth slipped over the tip of his penis and down the shaft. He slipped a finger in my ass as he took my cock in his mouth. My body almost caved with pleasure. He was amazing with his mouth. His body started to tense up and I knew he was getting close to climaxing, so I stopped sucking on him and rolled over onto my back. He climbed on top of me, and kissed me passionately as he took the lube and a condom from beside him. He slipped one on and applied lube to my ass.
He was bigger than I had realized, as he slowly slid his fully erect cock inside me. He pulled in close to me as I grabbed him, moaning in his ear. That seemed to make him bigger. Slowly, he began thrusting. With each thrust, I felt a shooting pain. After a while the pain was no more, and all I felt was him. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts as his grip while holding me began to grow with tension. He stared into my eyes as he began thrusting faster and faster, moaning with every thrust.
I was close, about to shoot when I looked deep into his eyes and pulled his mouth to mine. Our lips met just as my body tensed up and I sprayed my load all over the both of us. As our lips parted, he smiled. That smile quickly faded as his body began to tense up as well. I wrapped my arms around him and looked into his face and eyes. He let out a huge gasping moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on me tightened. I felt his cock inside me, pulsing as it squirted load after load into the condom.
Out of breath and sweaty, he kissed me. Feeling faint, he laid on top of me for a while and whispered in my ear. "That was amazing."
I had to agree with him. It was pretty amazing and I enjoyed every second of it. That was until he completely spoiled the moment....
"Do you think we could see each other again... Maybe go on a date or something?"
He rolled over waiting for a response as I sat up. I thought to myself what would be the best way to answer his question. Suddenly, the words slipped out of my mouth. "Honey, you don't know anything about me. You stopped in my room with a box and we had a brief moment of intimacy. I'm probably more than what you bargain for, and I'm not really easy to live with. Besides, I'm a performance artist, an actor. You'll only slow me down."
I felt a sting in my voice as I said that. I wished I could take it back, but I couldn't, my pride wouldn't allow it. Rick had turned his face away, obviously hurt by the words spewed by my sharp tongue. When he gained some composure, I noticed his dewy eyes.
"Well, I guess I better get going then." he said as sadness filled his voice.
He got up off the bed, put his clothes back on, and left my bedroom, closing the door behind him. I sat there my face melted into a frown and couldn't help thinking "what did I just do." A few years ago I would have killed for a great guy like that.
Ashamed with myself, I got up, threw away the used condom, and began unpacking and finishing up arranging my bedroom. I stopped and took a look around and noticed something strange. It appeared he left his belt in my possession. I picked it up and went to return it when I saw the moving van exiting my drive and continuing on it's way down the street until it vanished. Oh well, I thought to myself. I guess this means he will be returning at some point.
I immediately started to unpack and arrange the items belonging to my bedroom. Once the bed was set up, I couldn't help myself from jumping backwards onto the mattress from my usual side of the bed. The brief feeling of weightlessness put a smile on my face as I came crashing down onto the mattress. I bounced a couple times before coming to a complete stop. The smile on my face remained until I heard a creaking floorboard by the doorway. I sat up straight and look in the direction from which the sound came from to see one of the movers holding a box that had Justine written on the side of it. You could tell he worked out from the way he carried the box, one armed and above the shoulder and his arms showed signs of lots of toning. His shirt fit a bit snug and you could see the outline of his pectorals and abs. on the right side of his shirt was a stitched on name tag. His name was Rick.
I have to admit, to me, he didn't look like a Rick. I just couldn't picture a handsome blonde guy like him being named Rick. Either way, his dirty blonde hair had a hint of sweat along the brow causing strands to get stuck on his forehead. He had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at me. After shaking his head back to reality, he finally spoke.
"I assumed this box goes in here, I believe it's your wife's." His silky, soft voice pierced the silence of my bedroom.
"Actually, that goes in the spare. Justine isn't my wife, only a frequent guest, But you can leave it here. I'll take care of it later," I answered, making my voice as soft as his, "Tell me, why did you hesitate before you spoke?"
"I...uh...didn't expect to see anyone in here, I was just gonna drop off the box and go."
"You stuttered," I stated as I got up from the side of the bed and walked over to him, "Please, come in."
He did as instructed and set the box down by the door. I stood by the corner of my bed, arms crossed and gazing at him intently. He had a great figure on him and his semi-tight jeans left little to the imagination. I could see already that he was definitely interested in a little afternoon play. Then again, so was I. "Close the door, would you, I feel a bit chatty and would rather not be interrupted." I instructed.
"Yes, sir!" he exclaimed as he closed the door and stood facing me.
"Come, sit down my bed. I want to play a game," I began as he, again, followed my command,"I'm going to make a few statements. Each time the statement is true, you take an article of clothing off. For each time the statement is false you put on an article of clothing. Any questions so far?"
"What if the statement is false and I am fully clothed?" he asked with his excitement growing.
"In that case, you would take a step towards the door, get halfway to the door and you will leave," I explained, "are you ready?"
He nodded.
"Let's begin: You work for the moving company." He removed one of his gloves.
"Okay, Your name is Rick." He removed the other glove.
"The box you carried had the name Justin written on it, you brought it here, and met me." He removed both his boots and his belt.
"You keep in good physical shape because of your job." Off came shirt revealing a sculpted, smooth chest.
"Your turned on by this game and want to skip to having sex."
With that statement, he paused and stood up. He began to kiss me and remove my clothes in the process. His mouth made it's way to my neck, traveling to my ear. Once it was there he whispered, "Yeah, I was hoping you'd get to that part."
He gave me a wink and took a few steps back. He took off his socks and then his jeans. He looked good in tight briefs, but they were quickly removed to reveal his thick, and throbbing cock. Once he was completely naked, he started helping me out of the rest of my clothes and once we were both bare, he laid me down on the bed, caressing, kissing, and exploring the contours and terrains of each other's body. His was mostly smooth as a baby's bottom with fine, light hairs on his arms and legs. His blue eyes gazed into mine for a while as his soft and moist lips kissed mine. He caressed my side from my shoulder to my waist and gently took my cock in his hand and began to massage it. I ran my hand down his chest until I reached his swollen, pulsing cock. As I began to stroke up and down, he let out a moan in my ear.
Feeling his breath on my neck and hearing him moan sent a wave of euphoria through my body.
"...want me inside you?" he whispered in between a soft gasp and moan.
"Yes," I answered as I escaped from beneath him, "let me get something first."
I have always been cautious and have always kept protection on hand. Even with the move, I set aside a few items, just in case a moment like this were to arise. I strolled over to a travel bag that contained all of my tools for all of my intimate encounters. I called it my "Bag for Tricks." I unzipped the top and pulled out a couple bottles of lubrication as well as a few condoms and set them on the bed.
"I hope you don't mind if I ask you to use these? It's just that, I'd rather be safe than sorry." I requested.
"No. No problem at all." He replied with a smirk.
He sat, staring at me, from the middle of the bed. His muscles relaxed. I crawled back on the bed and pushed him down to a laying position. I straddled myself over him, my cock dangling in front of his face, and his in mine. He let out a huge moan as my mouth slipped over the tip of his penis and down the shaft. He slipped a finger in my ass as he took my cock in his mouth. My body almost caved with pleasure. He was amazing with his mouth. His body started to tense up and I knew he was getting close to climaxing, so I stopped sucking on him and rolled over onto my back. He climbed on top of me, and kissed me passionately as he took the lube and a condom from beside him. He slipped one on and applied lube to my ass.
He was bigger than I had realized, as he slowly slid his fully erect cock inside me. He pulled in close to me as I grabbed him, moaning in his ear. That seemed to make him bigger. Slowly, he began thrusting. With each thrust, I felt a shooting pain. After a while the pain was no more, and all I felt was him. He gradually increased the pace of his thrusts as his grip while holding me began to grow with tension. He stared into my eyes as he began thrusting faster and faster, moaning with every thrust.
I was close, about to shoot when I looked deep into his eyes and pulled his mouth to mine. Our lips met just as my body tensed up and I sprayed my load all over the both of us. As our lips parted, he smiled. That smile quickly faded as his body began to tense up as well. I wrapped my arms around him and looked into his face and eyes. He let out a huge gasping moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on me tightened. I felt his cock inside me, pulsing as it squirted load after load into the condom.
Out of breath and sweaty, he kissed me. Feeling faint, he laid on top of me for a while and whispered in my ear. "That was amazing."
I had to agree with him. It was pretty amazing and I enjoyed every second of it. That was until he completely spoiled the moment....
"Do you think we could see each other again... Maybe go on a date or something?"
He rolled over waiting for a response as I sat up. I thought to myself what would be the best way to answer his question. Suddenly, the words slipped out of my mouth. "Honey, you don't know anything about me. You stopped in my room with a box and we had a brief moment of intimacy. I'm probably more than what you bargain for, and I'm not really easy to live with. Besides, I'm a performance artist, an actor. You'll only slow me down."
I felt a sting in my voice as I said that. I wished I could take it back, but I couldn't, my pride wouldn't allow it. Rick had turned his face away, obviously hurt by the words spewed by my sharp tongue. When he gained some composure, I noticed his dewy eyes.
"Well, I guess I better get going then." he said as sadness filled his voice.
He got up off the bed, put his clothes back on, and left my bedroom, closing the door behind him. I sat there my face melted into a frown and couldn't help thinking "what did I just do." A few years ago I would have killed for a great guy like that.
Ashamed with myself, I got up, threw away the used condom, and began unpacking and finishing up arranging my bedroom. I stopped and took a look around and noticed something strange. It appeared he left his belt in my possession. I picked it up and went to return it when I saw the moving van exiting my drive and continuing on it's way down the street until it vanished. Oh well, I thought to myself. I guess this means he will be returning at some point.
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