Darkness formed over the water as I parked the car and took my place in line. I was glad to see others in line to purchase shrimp from the trawler. I had known Jason Vartan since high school, and I knew he made a little more cash by selling shrimp straight from the boat. His continued success meant I had a trusted source of fresh shrimp.
His daughter Samantha filled orders from the deck, putting the shrimp into the plastic bags that I hated because they blew around and trashed the landscape. “Hey, Andy!”
I looked up and saw Jason wave from the rear of the boat. “Hey, Jason. Good catch today?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a couple of crab for tonight’s dinner, too.”
Samantha finished with the couple in front of me. “Two pounds today?” she asked me.
“That’s right.” I gave her my reusable sack. Jason walked up just as the wind picked up. “You ready for a little rain,” I chuckled as I said it.
“Yeah, I’m not expecting much out of this one. I’ve battened down the hatches, just in case.”
Samatha handed me my bag, filled with fresh, headless shrimp. I gave her father a ten-dollar bill. “For the shrimp.” And I gave Samantha a five. “For the college fund in exchange for the excellent service.”
We heard a lady behind me say, “Oh, are we supposed to tip?” I saw a smile creep across Samantha’s lips.
“Y'all going out tonight?” I stepped aside.
“No. There are some storms forecast. I think tomorrow night.”
“See you the next day then. Take it easy.” I waved as I walked away. I heard some far off rumblings. A few sprinkles fell on the car as I made my way home. The sky turned a dark, dull gray as I pulled into the apartment complex. I quickly found my space and retrieved the shrimp I’d just purchased from the trawler. I also grabbed the chicken legs I hoped to use later to catch a crab or two. I headed to the elevator, and as I got on, I saw wet footprints, a pair, small, likely from the two children whom I’d seen going out to the beach with their mother earlier in the morning. I rode quietly to the fourth floor and walked the short distance to my one-bedroom apartment. While most of the apartments in the building were rented to vacationers, I was one of the few dozen or so people who lived here year-round.
I put the shrimp in the sink and opened the bag of chicken. There were four legs in the package, and I would only take one with me. I transferred the others to a ziplock and put them in the refrigerator. After washing my hands, I went out to the patio and checked the sky. The appearance made me think it was just an ordinary storm, but lightning in the distance was nothing to fool with, so I came back in. It wasn’t quite noon, and I considered whether to start preparing the shrimp or to scan the computer for possibilities. It was still early May, but the vacation season lasted all year long on this coastline. The usual site yielded no promising candidates. What was I looking for anyway? Did I even know? Although I continued to tell myself that Grindr was a habit I needed to break, I picked up my phone and began a search.
I’d looked at a handful of profiles when my computer signaled that someone had messaged me. “New in town; want to meet someone who will still be here next month; friendship or LTR.” That was different considering the vacation crowd that tended to fill the ‘online members’ room. I investigated further. Height: 5’11”, Weight: 170, Age: 32, brown hair, hazel eyes, moderately hairy, single, not out, non-smoker, drink socially, no drugs, negative, safe only.
Thinking for a few moments, I began to type, ‘what are u into’ then I deleted it. I looked back at my profile. Height: 6’1”, Weight: 180, Athletic build, Age: 32, black hair, blue eyes, hairy, single, non-smoker, drink socially, not drugs, ddf, safe only, looking for love or friendship. The similarities were interesting. Neither of us listed our dick size. I was seven inches, thin, uncut, and I wasn’t interested in someone who thought dick size was important. I liked sucking dick, and I liked having my dick sucked. I never fucked on the first date, and only once had done it on the second date. I’d only bottomed once, and I was drunk. We used a condom, and it was a rather disappointing experience for me. I wondered whether the other guy was hung or microscopic. I preferred someone who was average in that department.
I also had not disclosed whether I was out. I wasn’t one of those gay guys who wants everyone to know or thinks everyone needs to know. There was no need to announce things to the world. If someone at work tried to fix me up with a woman, I gently told them. It wasn’t a secret.
I wrote back, I’ve lived here for several years, and I have no plans to leave. I’d like to meet. I can always use a friend, and I am open for more.
I sent him a picture of my face. My profile picture was of me in a t-shirt and shorts on the beach. There wasn’t a lot of facial detail.
It didn’t take long for a reply to announce itself. I’d love to meet and see if we click. I have no friends here. Sending a face pic. When’s a good time for you? A headshot that would have got him hired at a modeling agency popped up on my screen. I think I began to drool; I know I felt my cock swell.
My reply: I plan to do some crabbing when the rain lets up. I’m about to clean some shrimp for lunch. Want to come over now and have lunch?
He replied: I’d love it. Text me your address, and I’ll start right over.
I sent him my address and my name, Andrew Edwards, and told him to bring something to swim in as well as an extra set of dry clothes. He replied with ‘Oran Donnelly’. I started cleaning the shrimp; I liked them peeled, deveined, and de-tailed. I’d fry them with some coconut oil and cajun spices. The shrimp were ready, rinsed, and draining when the doorbell rang. I was glad I had just finished washing my hands. I went to the door and opened it.
“Welcome, Oran, please come in,” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of something more original?”
“Thanks. It’s nice to meet you.” He came in carrying two bags. “I wasn’t sure what you drank, so I bought a variety. Everything except beer. I don’t care for it, so I’m not sure what’s best, and I know people have their preferences. And I’m rambling.”
“It’s OK.” I smiled. “I don’t really care for beer.”
“Oh, good. Fuck, but I’m nervous.”
“There’s no need to be,” I tried to reassure him. “I’m the one who should be nervous. I’ve invited a complete stranger into my home.”
He chuckled. “I’m completely harmless, and you’re… well, I can’t believe how handsome you are.”
“Me?” I tried to feign humility, but I had been told that before. I didn’t find myself to be handsome, just an ordinary-looking guy. “You’re the one who’s drop-dead gorgeous.” I actually blushed when I said it. “Let’s put this stuff in the fridge. The shrimp are ready to cook, and I have a premade salad.”
“Sounds good.”
He followed me into my little kitchen. It wasn’t really large enough for two people, but we were managing until I turned and pushed my thigh into his crotch. I had avoided looking; I figured that I’d have plenty of time for that after lunch. He was hard, very hard.
“I can’t help it,” he said in a low volume. “I was hoping to come here and at least make a friend out of this. I know that website is not for making friends, but… I don’t know. I’ve only met five people from the site, and none of them went well, except for this one.” He smiled. “You’re really attractive, and I don’t want to ruin the chance to get to know you.”
“What you just said,” I told him, “lets me know that you like me so far on a personal level.” I reached down and touched him through his running shorts. “And this tells me you like me on a sexual level.” I brought my hand back up. “The first is important for us to be friends; the second opens up the possibility of our being more. I’m willing to take things slowly for the chance of having someone to share my life with.”
“Me, too.”
I leaned forward and kissed him gently and briefly. “That was just to seal our agreement.”
He smiled. “What would you like to drink?”
“Let’s start with water. We’re going to be outside after we eat. That is if the sun decides to come out.” I looked toward the balcony.
“Oh. Wow. I didn’t even notice the view.” He walked over to the bank of windows that looked out onto the balcony and the ocean beyond.
I tossed the shrimp into the hot skillet and got the bowls for the salad. I’d finished with the salad just as it was time to turn the shrimp. Oran squeezed past me and pulled to Ozarka waters out. “Glasses or straight from the bottle.”
“The bottle’s fine for me.”
“Straight up it is.”
“I should have asked you if you preferred your shrimp with some noodles or rice or something.”
“I like them just like that.” He smiled the first relaxed smile I’d seen. I was glad he was getting more comfortable.
As we ate, he told me he was a school teacher; he just moved here to start teaching physics at the high school. He was staying temporarily in a guest house while looking for a place. He had always wanted to live near the water and had loved coming to the beaches here when he was a kid.
I let him know that I had lived up the coast, and when I got out of law school, I had an opportunity to take over a law office from a man who was retiring. I had been through a few hurricanes, and I had picked this apartment because it was high up, built to withstand the weather with a hurricane shutter for the balcony windows and an engineered roof that with any luck would stay in place during the next storm.
Oran had never been crabbing, and I had warned him that it was not an easy task and required special equipment as well as skill. He seemed eager to learn, and I chuckled to myself.
By the time we finished the shrimp, the rain had stopped. The sky was still cloudy, but there was no lightning. I changed into some swimming trunks and an old tee. Oran changed into some trunks that went past his knees. I wondered whether I was going to start dating the nerdiest guy in town. I maintained my composure as I sprayed him with sunscreen and put him in charge of the cooler. It contained a few ice-packs, a couple of tightly wrapped chicken legs, and some water. I carried the string, knife, and net. We took the elevator down and walked across the wood bridge to the beach. I pointed to the east to an old wood pier near a spit. We walked where the sand was moist from the waves because it was easier to pull the cooler. I asked him about his family and discovered he was one of five siblings.
“One girl and three macho brothers,” he told me. “They were so macho, that two of them, the twins, were caught having sex with girls at the age of twelve, at the same time, and in the same room. Twins share a lot, I hear.” Then he started laughing. “They were my father’s favorites. Football, soccer, baseball, they could do it all, including knocking up three different girls before high school was out. One of them didn’t know which was the father of her kid.”
“Wow,” was all I could muster.
“My other brother wanted to be a priest. I trusted him and told him that I thought I was gay, and he went straight to my parents and told them. My parents started screaming at me. I asked my brother why it was ok for him to fuck little boys but not ok for me to be gay. I haven’t spoken to him since, and I haven’t spoken to my family since leaving for college. There was too much hatred there.”
“I’m sorry. I’m glad you told me, but I think that’s terrible.”
“What about your family?”
“I’ve got an older sister who got pregnant in middle school. When I came out, my dad said, ‘Well, that’s at least one kid who won’t get knocked up,’ and then he looked at my brother. My brother said, ‘I ain’t fucking anybody.’ Then he turned to me and said, ‘Does that mean I get free blowjobs.’ My father asked him who he’d been paying to suck him. It turned out he’d been paying the school slut $10 for a blowjob. She was giving them away free to everyone else. I looked at my dad and told him I felt sorry for him because I was the most normal one of the bunch.
“He started laughing, gave me a hug, and asked me not to give my brother any free blowjobs. He told me that he loved me, and later told me that he’d suspected I was gay since first grade. I think my brother’s still mad that I wouldn’t suck him. I told him that as soon as he lets me fuck him up the ass, I’ll be glad to blow him. He looked as though he were seriously considering it. I called him a faggot and told him to get away from me and that I was kidding.
“I think everyone in my family is crazy.”
“I think you’re crazy,” announced Oran. “But I really like you.”
I smiled a truly happy smile. “Let’s go catch some crabs for dinner.”
“Explain to me what I need to do. I’m nervous that I won’t catch anything, and I’ll have to watch you eat with nothing on my plate.”
“OK. Listen carefully. You’re going to tie a string around a chicken leg and toss it in the water. When a crab grabs onto it, you’ll scoop under him with a net, or I will, and then we toss him in the cooler.”
Oran nodded his head, and…”
“And when we have enough, we’ll take them back and boil them for dinner.”
“That’s it?”
“Do I need to go over it again?” I smirked.
“You fucking loser. You told me it was complicated and blah blah blah.”
“Tell you what. Give me a nice kiss, and I’ll forgive you for being so gullible.” I laughed and puckered.
“I ought to slug you.” Instead, he leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. “Have I told you lately that I like you?”
“Yeah, and I like you, too.”
We spent the next two hours getting six crabs. Oran was not very good at using the net, and he tended to pull on the chicken too quickly, as though he were trying to set a hook. In the end, I got four; he got two. It wasn’t a very good day for crabbing; I’d need to fix something to go with the crabs.
Walking back to the apartment was never as much fun as going out to the beach. Sand, feeling sticky, a little fatigued. They all added to making the trip back seem longer. We crossed the bridge to the apartment and rinsed off in the shower. I also rinsed off my net and the cooler before we headed to the elevator and up to the apartment. We dripped all the way there.
I put the net away and turned to see Oran still holding the handle of the cooler. “I like to put the crabs in the sink with some water before boiling them.”
Oran dropped the handle and kissed me; he pulled me closer to him. “I’ve had a better time in the last few hours than I’ve had in years.”
I kissed him full on. My hands held his head while I devoured his lips and his tongue. His taste was strangely inert, but the texture of his tongue against mine made my cock swell. “I need to stop.” I took a breath. I locked eyes with him. His eyes told me he wanted more. So did I. I made a decision. “We can take care of the crabs later. Let’s shower with some soap and get really clean.”
He held out his hand, and I led him to my bathroom. The shower fit the two of us perfectly, and as the shower water ran, he rested his head on my chest and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. “How do I feel so close to you?” He kissed my chest.
I squirted some combination body wash onto his head and ran my fingers through his soft hair. The soap lathered up.
“That feels so nice,” he said. His left hand moved up and down my back, massaging next to my spine. His right hand circled under my scrotum and then up to the base of my cock.
I moaned as I brought my head next to his. He moved his grip up and down my shaft. I kissed him, and he kissed back. There was something gentle, caring, yet passionate about the way our lips moved, and our tongues danced. Oran moved and pressed his chest against mine as he continued pumping my cock.
His teeth softly nibbled on my ear. “Can we take this to the bedroom?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’d like that.” To me, moving to the bedroom meant he wanted more than just a shower-fuck. While the shower could be fun, we could do more things on the bed, take our time, explore each other more intimately.
I made sure to lather everywhere once more, and I ran some soap up his ass crack. I wasn’t big on rimming, but I knew I wanted to rim his hole. I had a sense even then that I wanted to do more things with him and to him than I had ever had a chance in the past. We rinsed off well, and it didn’t take us long to help dry the other and move into the bedroom. I pulled the blanket down and turned to find Oran standing close to me.
“Andrew,” he said softly as he placed his hand on my waist.
A shiver ran up my spine, and something like electricity shot into my fingers. His eyes locked with mine. I moved my head toward his and kissed him.
“This isn’t like it was with other guys, Andrew. It scares me a little and excites me a lot.” He moved in and kissed me on the neck. I brought my hand to his head and ran my fingers through his hair. His hair was so soft; I felt my cock twitch just from the sensation of touching it. My other hand dropped to his chest. I could sense the mild hair that ran across his pecs. I ran my finger down the center of his chest and down to the pubic bone at the top of his erection. He kissed my jawline, and I squeezed his cock. He sucked in a moan.
Oran moved back and dropped to his knees. He pulled the tip of my dick into his mouth. He moved his tongue around the head and then he probed my piss slit. The movement of his mouth on my dick made me shudder. He wrapped his fingers around my balls and gently tugged as his mouth moved up and down my shaft. My cock fit perfectly in his mouth, and with his nose buried in my bush, he grabbed my ass and ran his tongue up and down my dick.
Without getting up, he pushed me back onto the bed. He pushed my legs apart and began to suck on my balls. No one had ever done that, and I was amazed at the incredible feeling that I felt from the warm wetness. But that feeling was nothing next to the feeling of his tongue running down my taint and across my hole. Each time his tongue circled my pucker, my cock swelled harder. My balls tightened, and I hollered, “Stop or I’ll fucking come.”
I sat up and pulled him on top of me and covered his mouth with mine. I could taste him and my precum mixed together as I pushed my tongue between his lips. I rolled us over, pinning him beneath me. I grabbed his wrists and held them down above his head. I ran my tongue down his jawline and neck until I reached his armpit. I began to lick and bite.
“Oh, Andrew, fuck, yes.”
I ground my crotch into his. Our rigid cocks began to rub together. The pleasure from that contact and his moaning was increasing my desire to fuck him. I wanted to be inside him more than anything at that moment, but I wanted him to tell me that he wanted it. I let go of his wrists and reached down to touch his hardness. As my fingers gripped his shaft, I was conflicted. I wanted to suck his dick; I wanted to rim his ass; I wanted to fuck him.
I pushed down and swallowed his cock. The head of his dick pushed past the limit of my mouth and into my throat. I fought the urge to gag and I moved his cock in and out, forcing my lips all the way to the base of his shaft. His body squirmed beneath me, and his mouth let out a string of moans mixed with ‘fuck yeah,’ ‘yes, baby,’ and ‘don’t stop.’ Even at that point, I realized that this was the best sexual experience I’d ever had.
When his body began to buck, I released his dick, folded him, and began to run the tip of my tongue around his hole. Less than a minute later, he was begging me to penetrate his ass with my cock. I grabbed my bottle of lube from the nightstand and finger fucked him with one hand as I squeezed lube on my dick. I pushed the head of my dick against him. I felt him bear down and open up. The head of my dick slipped inside, and I began a series of gentle thrusts.
Oran’s legs wrapped themselves around my waist. His hands pulled my ass down and toward him, and my dick plunged into him as deeply as was physically possible. I began to fuck harder and faster. His hands grabbed the side of my head, and he leaned up to lick my chin, and then our lips were together. His tongue fucked my mouth as I fucked his ass until my abdomen contracted in a violent series of convulsions that accompanied my dick releasing three huge loads of sperm into him.
I relaxed and took a deep breath before pulling him over onto me and between my legs. I grabbed the lube and covered his still hard dick with the viscous fluid. He leaned back and took the bottle from me and covered my hole with the lubricant.
“Push it into me. I need you inside me. I need you to fill me.”
He pushed in more quickly than I had, and the initial pain of the fill eased rapidly as he moved in and out of my hole. “Yes, Oran, love me, fuck me with all you have.”
We were a machine in synchronous motion. I tilted up to meet his deep penetration, and he pulled back leaving just the tip of his dick still in me until we repeated the action. I pulled his head to me and sucked his tongue into my mouth, and as I did, he slammed into me, releasing his seed into my bowels with such a strong stream that I had the sensation of a garden hose blasting into my guts.
My legs relaxed and stretched out, and Oran moved on his side next to me. He faced me, and he massaged my right pec with his hand. I put my hand on his.
“Oran, I...I’m not sure how to say this.” I bit my lower lip. “I’ve never felt a connection like this. It’s not just that I want to share my bed with you, but it’s…
“As if you have an odd-shaped hole in your life, and I fit that hole precisely.”
I thought for a moment. “That’s it exactly. You’re a precise fit for what my life’s been missing.”
“And that’s what I feel about you.”
“Will you stay with me, Oran?”
I saw Oran smile. “For tonight.”
“I was actually thinking about forever. I mean, now that you know the fine art of crabbing, we won’t starve. We can get your stuff, and you can live here.”
“You made me feel happy from the instant you opened the door and welcomed me in. Can we get my stuff after we eat the crab?”
