“Walk me to my car,” said Roger.
The two of them headed out toward the parking lot. Roger’s car was at the far end of the lot. Only a few people were still out and about, but Roger had noticed a statue that by its position was enshrouded in darkness on the far side. Roger put his hand on David’s shoulder. “I want to fuck you. How would you like to ride my cock?”
David could barely contain his excitement. A hunk of a man, just a little older, wanted him. No one ever wanted him. Roger knew how to spot a vulnerable. David followed Roger behind the statue. ‘If I were a serial killer instead of a serial fucker, I’d be wanted by a lot of cops. A smug smile crept across his mouth.
Roger sat down with his back to the statue. The lights for the statue intersected just right, so they were in complete darkness. David felt himself being pulled onto Roger’s lap, and the deep, passionate kisses began. Beneath him, David felt the hardening of Roger’s dick. He squatted up and pulled his pants and underwear to his knees. Roger pulled his pants to his knees, and now David’s ass rubbed across Roger’s hardness.
Roger couldn’t see the tears for in David’s eyes, tears of joy because a man finally wanted him, wanted to be inside him, wanted to connect with him. David would get two of those things. David reached down and guided the erection to his waiting hole. He knew there would be pain, but he didn’t care. The pleasure would come soon enough. He pushed down and felt the rigid shaft pierce him. The sharpness of a stab shot through him, but he continued to push. Soon the entire penis was inside him, and he began to wiggle his ass. A forward wiggle forced the hard cock against his prostate and overwhelmed him with pleasure. A backward wiggle sent a jolt of good feeling to his partner.
David’s ass wiggles were joined by upward thrusts from Roger. David felt his stiffness rub against Roger’s shirt, and it didn’t take long before the desire to release his seed overpowered him, and David shot his load across Roger’s shirt. At the same time, the tightness of David’s hole was begging him to come. Roger grabbed David’s shoulder and shot deeply into his insides.
Almost immediately, Roger pulled his dick back and slid his pants back up. “Wait for five minutes before you leave to avoid suspicion.” Roger walked back to the car with determination and never looked back to where David waited in the shadows.
* * *
The next morning, Jeff woke up in the front seat of his car. He was in front of his apartment; the front door to the apartment3 appeared to be slightly ajar, and his shirt was covered in a dry substance that smelled of ejaculate. He remembered Emma’s leaving and taking Steven with her. He heard the faint voice of a woman singing but he couldn’t make out the words.
Jeff ran inside the apartment and took off his shirt. He could smell the ejaculate on all his clothes. He threw them in the trash and jumped into the shower. The voice became louder. Jeff lifted his head as though it helped him listen more clearly. She was singing ‘O Sacred Head, Now Wounded.’ Why was she singing that? Why wouldn’t she stop? Jeff stood up straight; he left the shower and opened the medicine cabinet. He knew it was there. A full bottle of hydrocodone. He got it last winter when he slipped on the ice and tore several tendons. The pain had been unbearable, but he was afraid to use the pills. They sat there, waiting, waiting for just the right time. He would take a few and wash it down with the whiskey he knew was behind the cereal boxes in the pantry. Then he would take a few more. How many before the pain stopped forever?
“No.”
The shout made him jump.
“I’ll stop singing,” she said. “I’ll never sing again if that’s what you want.”
“I want my head to stop hurting.”
He heard the woman again, but she was speaking to someone else. “Roger, this is your fault. Stop trying to get out.”
The pain seemed to ease almost instantly.
Ryan held his head in his hands and then realized he hadn’t finished showering. He went back in and completed cleaning up. Soon, he lay on his bed in an oversized white robe. Drowsiness crept in and was about to take him when he heard knocking at the door. He was on his way to the door when it opened and in stepped Chis.
“Are you OK, buddy? Tom called to tell me that Emma left with the baby. Awww. Jeff, you look like shit.”
“Thanks, Chris. You’re such an uplifting spirit in my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Chris laughed.
“What else did they tell you?”
“Tom said that Emma told him that you’ve been sleeping around and blamed it on the voices in your head. What’s the truth, man? Your friends have been worried about you since you collapsed at that funeral. Tell me what’s going on?”
Jeff knew he needed to tell Chris the truth, but he wasn’t sure he understood the truth. I need to stay in control and let him know what I know, Jeff told himself, but he felt the dizziness and the room went black again.
“To be honest with you, Chris,” said Roger. “My uncle Nathan molested me as a kid, and all those memories came back when I saw him in that coffin.”
‘That’s a lie,’ shouted Jeffie. But Roger was in control and ignored him.
“Emma couldn’t handle the truth, and that’s made me question my bisexuality.”
“You’re bisexual?”
Roger saw Chris squirm a little. Roger was watching five years before when Chris had a little too much to drink and blurted out that he found Jeff attractive.
“Yeah, answered Roger. I am. And I keep thinking about the time you told me that you wanted to try things with me.”
“Hey, man, I was drunk.”
“Yeah, you were, but you were being honest. Sit closer to me; I’m feeling alone and vulnerable right now.”
Chris got up and sat next to Jeff. He grabbed Jeff’s shoulder with his hand. “I wish you had told me before.”
“I couldn’t,” continued Roger. “I had some other issues, but I’m telling you now. I’m going to need your support. I need someone to hold me.” Roger stood up and walked toward the bedroom. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me now after what I said to you. You were only trying to tell me that you loved me and wanted me. I was so mean to you.”
“Hey, now,” Chris stood up and walked over to Roger. “You were taken by surprise.”
Roger turned to face Chris; he sensed that Chris still wanted him. He reached out and took Chris by the hand. Chris leaned in and kissed him. “Is that OK?”
“I’ve wanted that and so much more for so long, said Roger.
Chris felt Roger’s forceful kiss and hands as they unbuttoned his shirt. Chris was in disbelief. He had wanted Jeff since their first meeting, and now Jeff wanted him. With his arms trapped by his partially removed shirt, Chris felt Jeff attack his nipples. Jeff’s tongue and teeth turned the hardened buds into tender buttons of flesh.
“Jeff, I want you.”
Roger pulled Chris to the bed and removed the rest of his clothing. Chris, who had so long wanted Jeff, let Roger have his way.
Roger pulled Chris’ cock into his mouth. As he sucked, it hardened, lengthened, and soon, the head moved in and out of Roger’s throat. Roger was an excellent cocksucker. All the techniques that Nathan taught to Jeffie were part of Roger’s repertoire. With Chris now hard and wet, Roger rolled onto his back and splayed his legs. “Come on, Chris, take it. I want it to be yours.”
Intoxicated by the lust of years of unrequited love, Chris moved between his legs and shoved his dick in.
“Oh, fuck, boy. You know how to tear me a new one. Now, fuck it. Come on, fuck me hard.”
Chris began to pump in and out of Roger. “I love you, Jeff. Oh, fuck how I love you.”
“Show me. Shove it into me. Fuck I’m coming,” shouted Chris.
“Fill me with your seed. Fucking fill me.”
Chris grunted as he came, and then he fell on his side next to Roger. “Wow, Jeff, it’s like a new you. And I love it.”
“I’m thinking of changing my name. Maybe using my middle name instead. How do you like Roger?” He rolled on top of Chris and shoved the head of his dick into him. “What do you think?”
“Roger? I like it. A stud by any other name can still fuck as sweet. Give me your dick, Roger.”
