Oscar cut the metal T, checked that it was straight, then headed over to Rafael. Rafael was on drywall stilts in lieu of using the scissors’ lift because it was faster, and he had the balance to stand on them while working over his head. Oscar approached him, once again sizing up the Latino boy. It was hard not to think of Rafael as a boy because he looked like a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old teenager, although Oscar knew he was nineteen, soon to be twenty. Compared to his twenty-eight, Oscar still seemed like a kid in some ways. Looking at the arms flex as Rafael moved a track into place, looking at the smooth skin of the upper chest where the shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, then looking at the bulge in the work pants, Oscar could also seem masculine, sexy, a guy Oscar considered doable.
“Let’s get this room finished and go get some dinner,” said Rafael as he took the cut track from Oscar.
“Might as well, for we have two or three hours of work left to do on this floor.”
“I can’t believe bossman took half our crew.”
Oscar didn’t reply, for he had said enough already. All he knew was the two of them better get overtime pay. He was keeping track of his time and knew Rafael was doing the same.
Walking back from the Waffle House just down the street from the job site, Oscar felt Rafael’s presence, how the nineteen-year-old was a bit taller than his five foot nine. He pictured Rafael climbing out of his uncle’s Chevy van, and standing among the crew, taller than all the rest. As Rafael talked of his uncle and how the man pushed the crew to do more than was possible in any given day, Oscar would glance over looking at the body. The way the wind blew the shirt tight to the lean torso, how the pants bulged in front and fit tight to the round ass. He wondered what Rafael would look like naked, picturing some of the Latinos he had seen in some porn.
“…do you think?” said Rafael, the last part of the question finally regaining Oscar’s attention.
“I’m sorry, what was the question,” said Oscar.
“That big room next door. Do you think we can get it done tonight?”
“I think so, although I’m beat.”
“Me too.”
“When is your uncle coming to pick you up?”
“He told me to catch the bus at that stop down the street.”
“But it doesn’t go to your place, does it?”
“No. I’ll ride to downtown and switch buses.”
“That sounds like a long ride.”
Rafael didn’t reply, and Oscar wondered how frustrating it must be for him to have to take the bus so late after a long day on the site.
“When we get to a stopping point, I’ll take you home.”
“You don’t have to do that. It is not on your way.”
“How do you know where I live?”
“You mentioned it one time.”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll take you. That bus ride seems ridiculous after a long day.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Now let’s get to a stopping point your uncle won’t have anything to say about tomorrow.”
It was nearly ten o’clock and the grid was nearly complete. Rafael was on drywall stilts putting in place the last section. Oscar was rolling up the cord to the metal saw while glancing up at Rafael. He laid the cord next to the saw and went over to him, looking up the lean body, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.
Rafael got the last section in place and started to step back to look at his work. He stepped wrong, down on the handle of a hammer and lost his balance. He swung his arms trying to regain it, then felt his body going backward. His left foot came out and arms swung wide as he fell. Then he was caught by Oscar, but his momentum carried the two of them to the floor.
Oscar lay on the floor on his back with arms around the lean body, Rafael laying face up on top of him. For a minute they just lay still, both breathing hard.
“Are you hurt?” said Oscar.
“No…I don’t think so. You?”
“No, I’m okay.”
They lay still facing up at the grid they had just installed. For Oscar it began to stir those feelings with the weight of Rafael on top of him. He held the body, not wanting to let go.
“Oscar?”
“Yeah?”
“You can let go so I can get up.”
“OH, sorry,” said Oscar, releasing the body.
Rafael slid to the side, sitting next to Oscar. Rafael lay back and stared up at the ceiling.
“I’ll be glad when this job is finished,” said Rafael.
“Me too,” said Oscar looking over at the lean body stretched out next to him. He looked at the exposed chest just below the neck, how the shirt lay over the torso revealing its form, then down to the crotch where his eyes fell on the shape stretching out to the side. About six inches long and thick as a cucumber, maybe a bit thicker. He stared at it, wanting to touch it so badly he felt breathless. With eyes glued to the cock he wondered what it would look like. Would the skin be darker than the rest of Rafael or would it be the same tone. Would it be cut or uncut. How much bigger would it get if manipulated. What if he put it in his mouth. Sucked on it, licked around the head, or held it around the base while sucking on it.
“Oscar.”
Oscar imagined it slapping his ass, then rubbing between his cheeks. He imagined it pushing down between them until pressed against his hole.
“Oscar?”
“What? Huh?”
“You’re staring at me.”
“I…”
Oscar didn’t think. He reached out with a shaking hand and Rafael made no attempt to stop him. He touched it. He squeezed it, feeling it flex. He worked his fingers to the head and squeezed again.
“Oscar…what are you doing?” whispered Rafael.
Oscar realized what he was doing and froze with his hand on the cock. He looked up and saw Rafael staring back with an expression he couldn’t read. Was it disgust. Or was it shock. Or was it desire.
“Are you going to make me stop?” said Oscar.
For a long time, they stared at each other. Rafael flat on the floor and Oscar leaned up on one elbow with the other hand on the cock visible through the work pants. Rafael rose until resting on elbows and he looked down his chest to Oscar’s hand on his cock. He looked at Oscar and shook his head.
“No. Don’t stop.”
It was permission to continue. An acceptance of Oscar’s advances. Advances of one man for another, taboo to so many on the job site, but Rafael was willing, giving him permission, telling him not to stop.
Oscar leaned over and kissed the head of the cock, then down its length. He mouthed it, working back to the head where he felt it flex against his mouth.
“You can take it out,” said Rafael.
I can take it out. The thought seemed to come from his inner self but as he reached for the button on the pants, he realized it was stated by Rafael. He slipped the button free and tugged the zipper down while looking into Rafael’s eyes. The eyes were watching his hands work the pants undone. When he took the waistband of the pants and boxers underneath, the ass rose letting him slip everything down to mid-thigh, freeing the hard cock. It smacked the abdomen and Oscar looked down at it. Uncut, skin pulled back from the head. And it was darker in tone, nuts too, and he slipped his hand around the cock and slowly stroked it, feeling its girth slide through his hand.
Rafael began to mumble; to utter something in his native Spanish so fast Oscar couldn’t make it out. But Oscar knew what it meant for he watched him pump cock through his hand. He slid his hand to the base and held the cock up, then leaned over and took it in his mouth.
“Si…si…” uttered Rafael as Oscar pushed down until cock went to the back of his throat and his nose was pressed in the dark pubic hair.
Oscar moved his mouth up and down the cock, slowly at first, then faster when Rafael began to push upward again.
“No pares,” uttered Rafael, then again in English. “Don’t stop.”
And Oscar didn’t stop. He kept up his ministrations of the cock. He worked his lips and tongue over it desperate for its release. Eventually he was stroking the lower section of it while sucking and tonguing the head. Rafael was trying to push upward, then he cried out.
“Ya voy…take me,” Rafael exclaimed.
The cock swelled thicker, then gushed wad after wad into Oscar’s suctioning mouth.
Oscar let the cock slip from his mouth. He licked his lips and looked up at Rafael. He expected a sudden rejection of what they had done. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened, thinking back to his senior year of high school just before graduation. It had been a traumatic experience, one that made him guarded, until now. He turned and sat with knees up and arms wrapped around them, savoring the taste of cum that lingered in his mouth.
Would Rafael say something, or would he just tug his pants up and pretend it didn’t happen. There was no way Rafael would reciprocate. It would be hoping for too much. Oscar sensed movement, then a hand rested on his shoulder, and he turned to see Rafael shifting to sit next to him. Neither spoke, Oscar nervous, afraid anything he said would ruin the moment.
“Do you like me?” said Rafael.
Oscar looked at him. The dark brown eyes. The dark skin tone and sensuous lips and black hair. He replayed the question and realized the truth.
“Yes.”
Rafael leaned toward him, and he closed his eyes just before lips pressed against his own.
A hand came to his chest. It moved up until fingers could rub his chin. Then it moved down until it was groping his crotch. The other hand guided him to lay back and Rafael was soon over him, kissing him, touching him, and he felt his cock harden with the manipulation.
Oscar no longer thought of being in an unfinished room, laying on bare concrete, or the fact the bright lights made them visible should someone come into the room. He barely registered Rafael tugging and pulling on his pants until they were below his knees. He looked down his bare chest and stomach realizing his shirt had been unbuttoned too, and watched Rafael take his cock and suck. He shivered with the feel of lips and tongue toying with it, then he was pushing upward into the mouth.
Rafael sucked until Oscar couldn’t hold back. Pushing upward, he buried his cock into the mouth and came. He shuddered with his release, then fell flat on the floor, head tilted back, eyes closed and relished the final ejaculations until spent and Rafael was milking the last drop from his cock.
Oscar wanted to go further. He didn’t want the sex with Rafael to stop, but he feared what he wanted next might be too much. Rafael scooted up next to him, playfully tongued his ear, giggling with how it made him try to squirm away. Then the lips grazed the ear as Rafael whispered into it.
“Can I fuck you?”
Oscar was naked. His clothes tossed aside. He was on his hands and knees, looking down and through his legs. His cock hung heavily between his thighs, and he could see Rafael knee walk up to his ass until he felt the hardening cock slap his left ass cheek. Hands held him by the waist and cock pressed to his spit slick hole. Rafael had eaten him out and fingered him until he was begging to be fucked.
Cock penetrated him, stretched him open, and slowly sank into his ass. Inch after inch pushed into him until Rafael pressed against him. The hands on his waist tightened and Rafael tugged outward, then pushed back in. Over and over, until moving with a steady fuck. His own cock swung in rhythm with it.
Rafael sped up until banging against his ass and his own cock flopped fully erect between his thighs. Then Rafael slowed, letting him feel every inch push inward and tug outward. And he laid on Oscar’s back and ground hips against his ass working cock into his depths. Oscar had no sense of time or place. It was only Rafael and his cock. Just the feel of him. It made his own cock drool on the floor as it swung between his thighs.
Rafael rose to his knees pulling Oscar up and against his chest. He kept fucking, harder than before, shoving cock into Oscar’s depths and rocking hips forward. When he took Oscar’s cock in hand, his thrusts forward shoved it through his tight fist.
For Oscar, it was too much. The feel of that cock moving inside him, the hot sweaty body against his back, and the hand on his cock. He lay his head back and cried out as his cock erupted. He shuddered with each ejaculation and felt his ass spasm around the cock pumping into it.
Rafael didn’t slow, just kept fucking. Oscar felt the heat of his own body, sweat beading up on it and trickling down his face. He felt Rafael against him, the slickness of their skin rubbing, and how hips ground against his ass. After what seemed such a long time, Rafael bear hugged Oscar, pulled him back while fucking him. Then Oscar felt how Rafael shuddered against him and knew he was coming. Rafael jammed cock into his depths, over and over, until holding it inside him and gasping for breath.
Oscar walked alongside Rafael as they crossed the unpaved parking lot headed to his old Chevy truck. He didn’t want the night to end despite being so tired he could barely walk straight. He unlocked the passenger door then moved around to the driver’s side, seeing Rafael lean over and unlock his door. He climbed in and soon they were under way.
The silence in the truck was stifling. Oscar wondered what Rafael was thinking and was it like the dialogue going on in his head.
Would Rafael want to do it again?
Did Rafael like him like he had stated, or was it just a fuck?
If he asked Rafael out for dinner, would he accept? What would he feel if Rafael rejected him?
“Hey, you don’t regret what we did…do you?” said Oscar.
“No, not at all. Do you?”
“No.”
Silence. A long painful silence as Oscar drove through the city. When he turned on Wilkinson, knowing he was nearing the apartment complex where Rafael lived, he finally had to know.
“Would you do it again?”
Rafael turned to him. “Yes, if you wanted to.”
Oscar heard the tone, one timid, unsure, and he realized Rafael was feeling insecure too. When he got to the apartment complex, Rafael guided him through the maze of drives until at a building near the back. When Rafael opened the door, climbed out, and had a hand on it about to close it, Oscar turned to him.
“Rafael.”
“Yes.”
“I really do like you.”
Rafael smiled, and Oscar saw it was one of embarrassment.
“Si,” Rafael uttered and closed the door, leaving Oscar to wonder what he meant by it. Was it just an acknowledgement of what he admitted or was he admitting to the same thing.
Pulling out on Wilkinson and heading home, Oscar replayed the drive to Rafael’s and the brief conversation that made him wonder if there was a possibility of more.
