From Part 2
“Your dick’s on the big side, but don’t fool yourself.” Rob poked me in the belly. “It’s not that big.” He laughed and gave me that wonderful smile of his.
I grabbed him and held him close to me. I could get used to this, I thought.
I woke up to grey skies and a warm feeling inside me. The night before had been a perfect date with Rob. His reason for standing me up was completely believable. I could understand why his company would want him reporting on an important story. His handsome face was trustworthy, and his voice was such that he could be telling you anything, and you’d believe him. His character told me he was always truthful.
And I believed him completely. I saw him on the TV reporting from France when he was supposed to be with me. Having to leave immediately made sense. He more than made up for it on the previous night, and today he was taking me somewhere special.
I got my weekend chores done quickly, and by the time he arrived, I had two loads of laundry finished completely. A load of underwear was washing, and I was ready to go.
Rob texted when he arrived, and I ran out to his car like a teenage girl with a bad-boy boyfriend. His text was like the boyfriend honking his horn. I could hear my mother saying, ‘Tell him to come inside so I can meet him.’ I laughed on my way to the car. I felt happy inside. I slid into the passenger seat. “Too bad this isn’t a bench seat,” I announced.
“What?” Rob asked with a tone of surprise. “These are great leather buckets.”
“But if it were a bench seat, I could slide next to you,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Rub your crotch, kiss your ear.” Then I lowered my voice. “Maybe even blow you.”
He smiled. “And fucking kill us as I drive off the road with my foot all the way down on the accelerator because you give great head.”
“Mr. Cynical. Always looking at the negative. Maybe we’d just get there faster.”
“And you’re a fuckhead, but I love you.” He backed out of the space and headed toward the park.
I wondered whether he realized what he had just said to me.
Rob’s favourite place in the world was a little park just outside the runway fence at the international airport. I spent the time on the way there looking at all the things I never had time to see while I was driving. Once we were there, he spread out a blanket, and we sat watching planes land and take-off while munching on chicken tenders. I learned how the difference in tail shapes and landing gear could help me determine different aircraft types. I was amazed at how excited he would get explaining things. At one point, I pushed him back on the blanket and kissed him. I ran my hand over his zipper. I pushed down to feel his dick. I wished we were in the middle of nowhere so we could lie on the blanket naked. I wanted to show his dick a good time.
We were there for about an hour and a half when it began to sprinkle. We gathered things up and put them in the car. I had the feeling he was disappointed that we didn’t get to spend the whole afternoon there, and I would have willingly remained out there. I reached over and held his hand. It began raining harder.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
He breathed deeply and said, “There’s an after-work dinner gathering in about a week and a half, and I want to take you. It’ll be the first time my co-workers will see me with a date who’s not a woman. Hell, it’ll be the first time I’d be with an actual date, someone I’m interested in rather than someone to improve my image. I just wasn’t sure how to ask you.”
“I’m not good in crowds,” I admitted, “but I’ll go if you decide the timing is right.”
“Kyle, you are so easy to talk to, and I feel so lucky to have met you.”
I interlaced my fingers with his, and he turned to look at me. “What is it?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I brought my brows together.
“There’s something bothering you.”
“Not really,” I told him. “Nothing you’ve done. It’s just I’ve never felt this excited about someone, and I guess I’m just nervous about how you feel.”
“Right now, I want to be with you. I want to know you better.”
“I know, Rob.”
He squeezed my hand to reassure me, but I knew enough of relationships to know how fleeting they could be. I needed to focus on now. Did worrying about tomorrow ever make anyone happier?
Rob drove back to my place with two stops. He ran into a liquor store and popped his purchase in the back, and he bought a couple of cold two-liter bottles of Coke from a Circle K. He brought both packages into the apartment with him as well as what looked like a gym bag.
“Will you put the Coke in the fridge, and then can we rinse off the day’s dust?”
I sucked my lower lip into my mouth. “You want to take a shower? With me? Together?” I laughed.
“Yes, you goof.”
“I’ll get the water started.” I went into the bathroom and started the hot water flowing. I stripped down. I looked into the mirror. I realized that he had seen me naked the day before, but I felt self-conscious. His chest was hairier than mine. His abs were more defined. I was physically unimpressive.
Rob walked in and looked at me. “Fuck, but you are hot.”
I looked at myself in the mirror. ‘Was I really?’ I asked myself. I looked in the mirror. This honest guy thinks I’m good looking. I need to trust that.
Rob stripped. Now that man was hot. I reached my hand out and pulled him into the shower. We kissed, and then I shared my body wash. Somehow it smelled better on him. We cleaned every inch of our bodies, and as we dried ourselves off, Rob disappeared for several minutes with a request that I remain in the bathroom.
He returned with a glass of soda for each of us. “To us,” he said.
I took a sip. It was a rum and Coke, the drink I had ordered on the night we met. Rob stepped closer to me and kissed me. I felt myself swell. Rob’s lips moved down to the area below my ear and flicked his tongue. “Oh, Rob, fuck,” I squealed. He’d found my weak spot. My ass tightened and I wanted him. I wanted him as I’d never wanted anyone. I dropped to my knees and began sucking him until he was rock hard. “I want you, Rob. I have to have you.”
Rob pulled me off his cock and into the bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed. He flipped me onto my front, spread my cheeks, and buried his tongue in my pucker. I became putty. I anticipated feeling his dick push into me any moment. I reached back; his dick was rock hard. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything. I pulled my cheeks apart for him.
His cell phone rang.
And he jumped off the bed and ran to answer it.
“Yes, what? Now? Straight there? You have a suit for me? OK. I’m on my way.” He ran to the bathroom doorway to grab the clothes he’d worn earlier in the day, and as he threw them on, he told me. “I have to go. I’m on the air in about thirty. It’s a breaking story.” He ran out of the bedroom, and I heard the door shut.
I went to the door and opened it. I stood there naked. My erection pointed into the cool early evening air. I saw him drive away. My dick softened, and I heard my heart crack as if a crystal plate had dropped to the floor.
I knew then that no matter what, even if it turned out we were meant for one another, I’d always be number two in his life. Would that be enough for me?
