When I saw this photograph of Nate Stetson, this story swirled around in my head.
-1-
The town of Anderson snuggled cozily in a valley formed by Big Hill and Little Mountain in the western part of the state. The clear waters of the tributary known as Small River divided the town in half. The more affluent citizens lived on the western side which also housed the businesses that lined State Avenue.
My office was on that main street. I had been living in an apartment on the east side of town when the opportunity presented for me to purchase a small home only four blocks from the office. The elderly woman living there had gone to live with her daughter in another state, and as the house needed some repairs, I was able to purchase it at a great price.
My walk to work took me past the town pastry shop. There were a few tables inside where people could drink a cup of coffee, enjoy a pastry, and chat with friends. I had to limit myself from stopping there. My rule was only one time per week. I usually bought a croissant to eat at my desk as I drank my morning café au lait.
Friday morning was one of those “nothing is going right” kind of mornings. My toothbrush needed a new battery. My electric razor ran out of charge. I’d forgotten to get eggs during my weekly grocery store trip. I hurried to the office so I could start early and finish earlier. The day was humid and slightly warm, and I realized that I was really feeling hungry. A stop at the pastry shop would break my covenant, but I deemed it necessary for my survival.
As I passed the house on the corner of Maple and Elm, the married man with children who lived there was out getting his newspaper. I hated seeing him. With a perfectly trimmed body that had to stand at least six-four, he had the kind of hairy chest that drove me wild. His raven-black hair and crystal blue eyes increased his attractiveness. He smiled a perfect smile and waved a hello. My dick swelled; he was often an image of my lust but seeing him induced a feeling of loneliness that seemed to pervade my spirit.
Being gay in a town like this did not bode well for dating. The only gay people I knew here were coupled. This was a perfect town when you already have a partner. A few of the stores displayed rainbow stickers on the door, not that they indicated anything. The owners could be gay, or the owners didn’t give a shit whether you were as long as your money was green and American. Maybe a better indication of the dating scene in the town was that when I logged into my Grindr account, the closest man was forty-seven miles away, and he was an eighteen-year-old wanting someone older to show him the ropes.
The office manager’s son tried to fix me up with a few of his gay friends, but we weren’t even compatible as hook-ups. That left me with a feeling of emptiness in my life. I read a few self-help books to come to terms with not needing someone to share my life with, but they, unfortunately, did not help.
I found myself in line at Beth’s Pastries and Baked Goods and wondered whether I should buy extra for the others in the office. I noticed him right away. He sat sipping coffee in a plaid shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. He wore faded blue jeans and a red baseball hat that read Nashville. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. His eyebrows were thick and his arms did show some hair. A small tattoo of a triangle marked his left wrist. I hate tattoos. He wore orangey-tan construction boots. What really surprised me was his porn mustache. He was the complete opposite of my ‘dream date.’
My dick got immediately hard. He nodded at me, and I smiled back. I got my croissant, paid for it, and headed for the door. I turned back to look at him; my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. He stood up and followed me out. He stood next to me, all five-foot-nine inches of him; I had four inches on him. I didn’t like shorter men, and yet my dick began to tent my pants.
“I’ll walk with you,” he said. “I’m Chase Stetson. Like the hat.”
Like the hat, he said. Fuck, if he’d been wearing a cowboy hat, I’d have gone down on him right there in the street. I took a breath. “Eric Johnson,” I answered, glancing over at him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same here. Everyone in this town is really polite.” I saw him smile. “You’re really attractive. I don’t usually follow men out into the street.”
I stopped walking.
“Does that scare you? It scares me,” he said calmly.
“No. But this is where I work. Why don’t you come in?” I suggested.
“I shouldn’t; it’ll make me late for work.” He kicked at the ground.
I chuckled. “I’m not inviting you in for a fuck; I’ve got co-workers in there. But we can exchange numbers.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to assume. I guess that bulge got me thinking. Sure, let’s exchange numbers.”
“What are you doing here in town?” I inquired. “I assume you don’t live here.” I opened the door and we went in.
“I’m here to work on the new bridge. I’ll be supervising the construction. I’ll be here at least a year. Unless you break my heart, and I ask for a transfer.” He smiled.
I felt my cock ooze precum.
“This room over here is my office.” I wrote my number on the back of my business card.
“What time do you get off?” Chase asked me.
“Today, usually two or so.”
“You know where the bridge will be built?”
“Vosberg and Edge.”
“That’s right. We’re setting up some trailers on the northwest corner. Why don’t you stop in after you get off.” He walked up close to me and brushed his hand over my crotch. “You are incredibly handsome,” he whispered. He handed me a card with his name and cell printed on it. “Looking forward to seeing you.”
He walked out of the office. Fuck, I thought. What just happened? Was I thinking with my dick?
-2-
I pulled next to a white truck parked next to a construction trailer just off Edge Road. I got out of the car and looked around. The gravel under my feet had that freshly laid appearance, and I had driven past this area on Wednesday, and nothing was here. There were no stairs to the trailer, at least none that I could see. I walked up to it and banged on the side.
The door popped open and Chase put his head out. “Can you fucking believe it? The fucking morons didn’t bring the stairs. Let me help you in.” He reached down and pulled me as I pushed. I ended up on my stomach and wiggled the rest of the way in.
Chase laughed slightly. “Can you fucking believe it? They aren’t bringing the stairs until next Tuesday. Fucking idiots.”
I got to my feet. “You say fucking a lot, don’t you.”
“I guess I’ve got fucking on my mind.” His eyes burned into mine, and a smirk formed on his face.
My brain said we should talk first and find out more about one another, but my body burned for him. I grabbed him and kissed him; he kissed back. He pushed me back against the wall. I could feel his hard dick press into me. My dick struggled to get hard in my underwear. Chase ran his tongue from my chin, under my jawline, and to my ear. I gasped for air.
His hand slid between my shirt and pants and pushed my cock straight down. My erection hardened. Both of his hands began to fumble with my belt. His mouth was on mine again.
“I need you to fuck me. I want you so bad.” Chase pulled me into the next room. A mattress with no sheets was on the floor; the plastic it had been wrapped in was crumpled in the corner. “They didn’t bring sheets or pillows. The fucking losers.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. I began to unbutton mine. I kicked off my shoes and noticed his naked body. He was paler than I expected, fit, trim, but not muscular. He stood as if waiting for approval.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled. “I want you more with each passing minute.”
Chase grabbed a bottle and a condom that had been placed at the top of the mattress. I slipped out of my pants, and he began to lick the end of my dick before unrolling the condom over it. He rolled backward and exposed his hole to me. Squirting lube into the space between his cheeks, he plunged his fingers into his hole. My dick swelled a little more.
“Put it in me. Fuck me with your cock. Please.”
I got on my knees and moved into position. I wanted to be gentle, but I always wanted to feel myself inside him. I pushed the head against his hole, and as soon as I started to enter him, I shoved myself forward to make the penetration complete.
Chase gasped. “Fuck, yes, Eric.”
I couldn’t seem to control myself. In the past, I’d always been slow and gentle with a little speed up as I got closer to my climax, but I wanted to pound this man. If it had been possible to fuck him with my whole body, I would have. The harder I slammed into him, the more he egged me on.
The need to come hit me suddenly, and Chase somehow knew. “Come for me,” he growled, and I did. I pushed against him and empty a load into the condom five discrete times. I slid out of him and removed the condom, but instead of snuggling up to my partner, I rolled onto my back and told him to fuck me even harder.
The condom was barely unfurled over his hard cock, and he was half-way inside me. I sensed no pain, rather a feeling that felt like hundreds of fingers satisfying a place that needed to be rubbed.
I pulled my knees up, pulled his head down, and licked his chin.
Through clenched teeth, he told me how fucking hot he thought that was. He began banging me so hard, I felt the sting of his ball sac as it slapped my taint. I could sense when he got close. There was an excitement that surrounded us like an aura, and when he exploded into the condom, it felt as though his dick doubled in size.
Chase collapsed on top of me. His breathing was heavy and ragged but within minutes returned to normal. “I may have just fucked all the fuck I have out of me.”
I wiped his wet bangs from his forehead. “I hope not. I may want to do this again after dinner. He looked incredulous.
“I’m willing to try if you are.”
“Now that I think about,” I said. “Maybe I’ll just blow you after dinner.”
“I’d like that.”
“And I think you should stay at my place tonight. My bed has sheets.”
“Thanks, Eric. Have I ever told you that I think you are fucking awesome?”
