There was a knock at the door. I knew in my heart it wouldn’t be Jeff. I opened the door.
The man standing there was one I had never seen before.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“I’m Ray. Jeff asked me to come and get you. He said for you to bring a change of clothes. I’ll wait here for you.”
“No. Come in.” Ray followed me in, and I closed the door.
“What changed the plans?”
“Jeff didn’t want me to tell you, but he cut his leg on the stair railing. Eric is putting a stitch in it.”
I felt my heart rate increase. “He’s hurt that badly?” I hurried to my room and grabbed a shopping bag from the top of the closet. I threw in some underwear, a pair of regular shorts and a pair of running shorts, and a few t-shirts. I slipped on my sandals, and I was ready to go.
“He’s going to be fine. He got a tetanus booster last year, and Eric thought a single stitch would fix it. Eric’s a resident at Mercy Hospital. Anyway, he told Jeff a stitch will minimize the scar.”
“Thanks for coming to get me.” We headed toward Jeff’s place.
“Sure. Jeff figured you’d worry that he wasn’t coming if it took much longer.”
“He’s right. I do that. I was thinking he probably changed his mind,” I told Ray.
“He’s not going to change his mind, Shane. I’ve never seen him like this about someone. He was convinced you were his soulmate before he even talked to you. And the fact that your name is Shane, which is his favorite book, has … I don’t know the word that means more than convinced, but I will tell you this, he’s a good man, but he can be silly. At this point, he’s yours. He’s yours to keep or yours to lose.” Ray stopped at the bottom of a staircase. “He’s up there.”
I took the stairs to apartment 632 and opened the door. Jeff was on the couch. A man sat on a chair next to his leg; Rob was drinking a beer. Another man, who was a pale yellow in color, sat on a dinette chair facing away.
“Hey, Shane,” called Rob. “Everyone, this is Shane.”
The guys nodded. Jeff waved.
“Don’t move, Jeff.”
“That’s Eric next to Jeff. “Emmit’s the one in the kitchen who looked like he just barfed.”
“That’s because he did,” giggled a blonde guy who had the scruff of a mustache. “I’m Kevin.”
“And you’ve met Ray.”
I walked over and looked at Eric’s work.
“That’s a tiny stitch,” I said.
“Thanks,” Eric replied.
“How can you look at that?” Emmit made a gagging noise.
Jeff raised his hand and grabbed mine. “I’m hurt. Are you going to take care of me, baby?”
“Have you been drugged?” I asked.
“Of course, he hasn’t. He’s just playing it for sympathy,” Eric stated flatly. “I’ve given him a local anesthetic, but nothing else. He’s gonna be in pain in a little while.”
“See, Shane, baby, I’m going to need some TLC.”
“How will Thin Layer Chromatography help you?” I asked.
Kevin began to laugh. “Holy Hell, this guy is perfect for you, Jeff. Come on guys, let’s go. You’re finished, right Eric?”
“Another minute.” I saw Eric put his things in an actual doctor bag, and then the guys moved toward the door. “I want Jeff to take one of these tonight and then another in the morning. By then I should have a prescription for Augmentin called in.”
“Thanks,” I said, and I waved good-bye as all the guys left. Jeff slid back on the couch and I sat next to his waist. “Did you get to eat any pizza?”
“No. I’m really, really sorry.”
“Jeff, this isn’t something you apologize for. It’s an accident, and we’ll just adjust.”
“You don’t strike me as someone who’s good at adjusting.”
“Really? I am when it’s something like this. I’m not when it’s from lack of planning or a disregard for another’s time.”
“Will you lay down next to me?”
“Jeff, there’s not enough room for me. I don’t want to hurt your leg. And we need to eat.” I put my hand on his chest. “Let me help you sit up.”
It was pretty easy to get Jeff in a seated position; his injury didn’t look that bad, but I’m sure it hurt at the time, and it would hurt again once the anesthetic wore off. I ran my hand through his hair, pushing the bangs from his face. “My poor baby, where’s our pizza so I can bring you a slice.”
“I dropped it when my leg was lacerated.”
“OK. Is there something I can fix for you?”
“The guys ordered another pizza for us,” Jeff smiled as he said it.
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I wanted to see your reaction. I saw some annoyance.”
“Yeah, a little. I think I’ll put you to bed and take the pizza back to my place. I’ll call you in the morning to see if you’re still alive.”
Jeff made a pouting face. “Then you’ll miss dessert.” He reached between my legs. Just sitting next to him and talking silliness gave me a feeling of satisfaction mixed with contentment. I was happy. How could I not be. Here was a hunk of a man, and I was drawn to him. It went beyond his good looks. I was enjoying our conversation, and we were talking about...basically nothing. I leaned forward and kissed him. It turned into a long passionate kiss. The tips of our tongues sparred; our teeth teasingly nipped. I wanted him to lie on me so I could feel the weight of him pushing down against me. I found his hardness, and I rubbed my hand against it. He pivoted his hips in response and threw his head back slightly.
“That’s incredible. I can’t believe this is happening.” He looked at me with misty eyes. I moved my left hand and placed it next to his head. He pushed his head against my hand. “Your touch…” He turned his head and kissed the palm of his hand. “There’s so much I want to tell you, so much I want to know about you.”
The door knocker struck a few times.
I gave Jeff a quick kiss. “Hold that thought.” I got up and opened the door. A really attractive kid, probably in his first or second year in college stood there with our pizza.
“Hi, sir. I have another pizza for you.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled my wallet. I gave him a twenty and took the pizza.
“I have some change for you.”
“No. That’s yours.”
He remained standing there as if he were waiting for a punchline.
I started to close the door. “Just don’t spend it on booze or drugs, OK?”
“Thanks, mister.”
I closed the door.
“What was that about?” asked Jeff. “What’d you give him?”
“Just a twenty,” I told him.
“Shane, we usually give him a couple of dollars.”
I sat down on the couch next to him again. “I don’t know the kid who just delivered this, but he looked like he could be a college student. I remember struggling. I had my scholarship, so my tuition, room, and board were covered, but I worked a college job for the rest of it, and sometimes there just wasn’t enough. Maybe he’s not in college. Maybe this is his second job because his first job doesn’t pay enough to feed his wife and kid.”
I could tell Jeff was studying me.
“I can afford to give him that tip. I’ve been lucky with my job, so…” I looked up at him, and he smiled at me.
“So many reasons to fall in love with you.”
“Have a slice of pizza and tell me one of the things you want me to know. Wait. What about something to drink?”
“Bottled water in the fridge. Eric said I shouldn’t drink any beer or wine.”
I handed him the box and got each of us a bottle. I took a drink from mine first and opened the box. I was hungry, and the pizza tasted good. I waited for Jeff to talk. He was munching on his slice; he seemed to be talking a long time chewing his piece. I wondered whether this was a delaying tactic. Maybe he was searching for the right words.
“Help me sit with my feet on the floor.” As soon as we got him into that position, he looked at me, then at his feet. “I’m a fake.”
Those words frightened me. I put my hand on his back; I’m not sure whether it was to reassure him or to reassure me.
“I’ve been trying for years to fake it ‘til you make it. I’ve been pretending to be self-confident and like I’m in control, but I’m not. I’m scared shitless most of the time. I look in the mirror and see a funny looking man with weird ears and a nose too small, and when I go to take a shower, I hate my body. It’s so hairy, but I’m scared my friends will notice if I shave it and call me a pussy for cutting it off.” Jeff put his hands to his face. I could tell he was crying by the change in his voice. “It took everything I had to go sit next to you at that pool, and when you held my hand back, I couldn’t believe it was happening. Why would someone as cute and smart as you even want me? I thought I would die when you rubbed your foot against mine.”
I pulled him next to me and kissed his temple. “I don’t understand why someone as handsome and as smart as you are would want me.”
“What?”
“Pull your shirt off.”
“I…” Jeff stuttered.
“Just do it.” I pulled mine off as he pulled his off. I felt incredibly self-conscious, but the sight of his chest and abs sent a sexual surge through me. I touched his chest. “That is one fuckingly awesome chest. It has just the right amount of hair on it. I want to touch it. I want to rub my face against it. And above that chest is this amazingly handsome man with beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile. A nose that’s just the right size for his face.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “And even more sexy hair on his head. At least for now. I’m not sure how it will be after thirty years of marriage.”
I started to think about the things I hated about me. Jeff didn’t seem to hate them.
“My dick’s weird looking,” Jeff blurted out.
“I didn’t notice anything when we were rubbing our hard cocks together in the pool. Let’s go into your bedroom so I can take a look. I don’t want the other guys to walk in on us while I’m looking at your dick.” We went into his room. He was definitely a minimalist, a bed, a dresser, and nothing else. We stood next to the bed, and I unsnapped his pants. I pulled them down along with his underwear. His dick was semi-hard.
The shaft curved slightly up, and it pointed slightly right. I could wrap my fingers around the shaft; the head of his dick was only a little larger than the shaft. The opening to the urethra had a strange shape, as though it were being pulled toward the base, and the frenulum seemed tight.
“They messed up my circumcision.”
“Are you able to pee the way you’re supposed to?”
“Yeah, it streams down more than the other guys, but it works.”
“And when you come?” I asked.
“I never shoot like the guys in the videos, it just blobs out.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it feel good when you come?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you sit down.” He did.
“Honestly, unless I look really closely at it, it just looks like a normal penis variation.”
“I talked to a surgeon about it.”
“And?”
“He said he could get rid of the scar tissue, and I might like the way it looks, but that I’d probably lose sensation.”
I got on my knees between his legs. “Then that’s not an option. I want you to feel it every time I do this.” I leaned forward as I pushed him back. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, and his dick got even harder. He moaned like a little puppy. The sound made me harder.
As I licked up and down the shaft. I pulled my pants down. I held my balls in my left hand as I directed his dick with my right. He was just a little larger that I could take in my mouth, and the curve of his cock made it difficult for me to push the head into my throat. I pulled off. “Get on the bed, Jeff.”
I straddled his shoulders with my knees, moved my head forward over his erection and pushed my mouth over it. That position with the curve allowed his dick to go into my mouth easily, and I felt it pop past the back of my mouth and into my throat with ease. Jeff’s body quivered strongly below me as I moved up and down him. His puppy moans continued. I began to suck with more force. With a deep breath through my nose, I pushed all the way and held there.
Jeff squealed, lifted up, and put my dick in his mouth. I could tell that I responded by humping his mouth. I heard him gag, but I couldn’t stop. He began to pivot his hips toward me, and as I moved my head back but maintained suction around the head of his cock, he came into my mouth. And he came with jets of cum. Some of it squirted straight to the back of my mouth and ran down my throat. The rest I was able to hold him.
I went up on my knees. My dick popped out of his mouth, and my ass pushed down on his face. I swung around as I swallowed. His cum tasted better than mine; it wasn’t as salty. I looked down at him and smiled.
“Wow. You squirted.”
“I’ve never come like that before.”
I eased myself next to him. “I’ve never done that before.” I swallowed again and wiped my mouth. “Your dick is perfect.” I snuggled next to him.
“Wait, I want to do you.”
“I need to catch my breath,” I told him.
“You swallowed my load.”
“Yeah. You’ll be a part of me as soon as I digest it.”
“I love you, Shane.”
I nuzzled my head on his chest. “I love you too, Jeff.”
