As I write these stories, the characters become real people to me. I hope you enjoy them. Please comment and let me know what you think, what you like, and what you don’t like.
OLIVER
I’d spent the last five years living in this tiny apartment in a city that I hated. Too many people and yet I’m still alone. I’m not one for one-night stands, so I’ve spent five years with my left hand as my only close friend. Sure, I’ve met handsome guys. I’ve met sexy guys. I haven’t met anyone that I wanted to meet a second time. Most of the guys I chatted with on-line turned out to be creeps, uninteresting nice guys, or not the same man I’d been chatting with.
With an empty apartment staring me in the face and a plane ride back to Texas that left the next day, I opened my luggage. With very few options, I put on some jeans, a slightly tight-fitting T, and my cowboy hat. I headed to the bar across the street to grab something for supper. I knew that I’d be sleeping on the bare floor when I got back, so I figured to have a leisurely meal with a couple of drinks. I’d told the co-workers in my department my plans in case any of them wanted a last good-bye.
Except that it wouldn’t be the last good-bye. I was transferring to our Waco office, so I’d still be seeing everyone from time to time. As soon as I walked in, I saw Nancy and Kevin sitting at a table. “Imagine running into you two here.”
“I told the waitress to bring us a round of whiskey as soon as you came in. I want to make a toast to your new job.” Nancy smiled at me as she said it. Everyone could count on Nancy to get things done, and I knew that she’d be here even if no one else came.
The waitress brought the drinks, and I ordered a BLT. Kevin held his glass up. “I’m going to miss you, Oliver. I’m sure I’m going to be calling you at least once a week to help me out of a fix. Best of luck to you.”
“I’m going to miss you as well,” Nancy added. “I don’t remember a time that you didn’t finish ahead of schedule and offer to help. The office won’t be the same without you.”
I got a little misty-eyed. I swallowed my whiskey in one gulp. “I think I’ll get another, I said while avoiding eye contact. “Does anyone else want one?” They both shook their heads, and I got up and went to the bar. As I waited to order, an older gentleman started up a conversation with me. It was mostly small talk, but it was enjoyable. Several others from the office arrived, and my place at the table was taken. I rejoined the group; my sandwich arrived, and I ate while others told their favorite office stories. Everyone who came told me how I’d be missed. I knew I’d miss them, too, but I couldn’t wait to be in a smaller city; even if my true love wasn’t there.
As the evening was winding down, the gentleman at the bar insisted on introducing me to his son, Liam. He said we’d hit it off. I went over to him and shook his hand. He was an attractive man; he seemed to be about my age or a little older. He apologized for his father, but we fell easily into a conversation about our similar interests. People from the office started leaving. A few of them interrupted our conversation to say good-bye.
Even with an interruption, Liam and I fell right back into the conversation as soon as the interrupter left. The time seemed to pass very quickly. As he excused himself to go to the restroom, I had a tinge of regret about leaving. I knew that I would have like to see him again, but my life was in flux, and I knew that overall, I was moving to a happier place.
Nancy came up to say she was leaving. She hugged me, and I followed her out to the sidewalk. She held my fingers as she told me she would see me soon. I felt myself get teary again, so I jaunted across the street and headed back up to my bare floor.
LIAM
A description of my life would be ‘fucking disaster.’ Nothing seemed to be going according to plan. From the age of five, I wanted to be a patrolman. I wanted to drive around in a police cruiser and help people. To that goal, I added wife, kids, and of course a house. I remained steadfast to achieve my dreams even as I realized as a teenager that I was gay. By the time I was in college, I was severely depressed. I realized that my goal of being a cop was attainable, but the rest of it was a dream from a tv show. I majored in forensics and fucked every guy who would let me. I didn’t care whether I like him or not. I didn’t care if he was good looking or not. If he was willing to suck me and offered me his pussy, I fucked him. I used more condoms and lube to get through those four years than anyone I knew.
I was lucky to graduate without any STDs. I owed my father for that. He cried with me the day I told him that I would never have a wife and kids. He said he wished he’d said something to me the day he realized I was gay. He reminded me that there was someone special out there for me. I believed him.
I was hired by the city before I graduated from college, and I skipped the commencement ceremony to begin training at the police academy. Promotions followed rather quickly, and before I knew it, I was training to be a detective. My uniform was traded for a nice suit, and I drove around in a dark sedan instead of a cruiser. Even that dream disappeared.
My father reminded me often that successful crime fighters like me were superheroes. I did have a mind that helped me see things that others often overlooked. Working long hours kept me out of my one-man, one-room apartment, so I didn’t think about being lonely too often. But when the times hit me, the times when I thought about having no one with whom to share my life, those times hit me hard. I was worried that I’d start drinking even though I liked having a small amount of alcohol from time to time.
Such was the state of my life when I joined my father for a drink. He introduced me to a man named Oliver. I felt uneasy at first. After all, it felt like a fix-up. But Oliver was really easy to talk to, and he was very attractive. He was at the bar to meet up with friends from work, and as they began to leave, I contemplated asking him to make the evening longer. I didn’t want to ruin things; I did not want him to think I was looking for a hook-up, so I wondered whether asking for a date might be safer. I needed to decide. I excused myself for a restroom break. I half-hoped he would follow me. He didn’t.
When I got back, he was gone.
“Where’d he go?” I asked my dad.
“I wasn’t paying attention.”
I ran outside; he couldn’t have gone far. He was nowhere in sight. The more I realized that I didn’t know his full name or where he lived, the more I realized how attracted to him I was. I needed to see him again. I went back inside.
“Did you get his last name?”
My father just shook his head. “I remember he said he worked for Something Electronics and that he was going to Waco tomorrow.”
“For how long?” I demanded.
“He didn’t say; it couldn’t be for that long.”
I turned toward the bartender who called the waitress over. “Karen, do you remember that guy who was here with his friends from work?”
“Yeah. Everyone chipped in to pay for his drinks and his sandwich.”
“What do you remember about him?” I interjected.
“They were all here for his going away party. He’s moving to Texas. I’m not sure I remember anything else.”
I turned to my dad. “Moving,” I said with an angry tone. “He’s moving.”
“I’m sorry, son.”
I walked over to the table where his friends had gathered. It hadn’t been cleared. I picked up a blue envelope. The name Oliver T. had been scribbled on the front. I searched for any other clues. Nothing but an envelope with an initial.
My dad put his arm on my shoulder. “I didn’t know he was moving away. I’m sorry, son. I shouldn’t have introduced you.”
I looked at my father. My look was incredulous. “Fuck that. You had to introduce him to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m in love with this guy.” I looked down at the envelope. “Oliver T.”
OLIVER
I had a terrible night’s sleep. I couldn’t fall asleep; I kept thinking about Liam. I searched my mind for his last name. But the only names that popped into my head were Neeson and Helmsworth. My Liam was more handsome.
I dreamed that I had followed him into the restroom, and he had kissed me and asked me to marry him. Then I woke up and the apartment was eerily quiet. I opened the door and there was a stillness that just didn’t feel right. I slipped my jeans back on and went outside. The streets were empty--no cars, no wind, no people. I shouted Liam’s name, and it echoed. A figure down the road, a figure too small to see, waved back at me and shouted my name. I tried to run to him, but the harder and faster I ran, the longer the distance became between us. It began to rain and thunder. I woke up. I’d had a dream within a dream. Isn’t that a sign of mental illness, or is it just stress?
I showered for the last time in my little apartment and got dressed. I called for a taxi and walked across the street to the little bar. They weren’t open yet. I took a business card from my wallet and wrote ‘Liam’ on the back, then I tucked it in the edge of the door. I realized that he would never find it, and it made me sad.
I turned and crossed the street. I could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance and wondered how that would affect my flight to Dallas. The taxi pulled up, and I put my bag in the trunk. The excitement for leaving had been replaced by a sadness; my heart truly ached. I was a zombie at the airport. I went through the lines and waited at the gate as I studied the patterns in the designs on the floor. The rain had started to pour in buckets when boarding was announced. Everyone seemed to be in a somber mood. People got themselves seated in an orderly, almost sedate way.
I looked out the window; the rain had eased. It was still falling; the angle indicated a low, steady wind. I hoped we wouldn’t be delayed. Liam’s face popped into my head. He had such a great smile. I reached down into my carryon and pulled out a bottle of water I had purchased just before arriving at the gate. I took a sip. ‘Stop thinking about him. You’re never going to see him again,’ I told myself. Then I thought about calling the bar and speaking to the bartender. I’m sure he wouldn’t remember me; besides, I’d left my card.
The flight attendants were starting their announcements. I opened the flight safety card and read the directions on how the doors on this aircraft worked. I counted the seats to the nearest exits. I wished I were already in Waco. The rain outside seemed calmer than before, but the weather once we had left the ground was as turbulent as my emotions. I don’t remember being bounced around like that. The rough air followed us half-way to Texas. I hoped that clear skies would follow me from Dallas to Waco. Fortunately, the last half of the trip was smooth. I arrived on time in Waco. One of my co-workers picked me up and dropped me off at my new apartment.
I entered my two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment and stared at an empty room. It wouldn’t be empty for long. The contents of my grandparents’ farmhouse were due to arrive tomorrow. I’d received a text from Suzanne, the woman in charge of getting those contents packed and shipped to me. Everything was on-time for delivery the following day. I put my suitcase down in the bedroom and headed to the office to pick up the boxes that had my clothing in them. Two large cardboard boxes contained most of my possessions. Fed-ex had confirmed arrival this morning. It’s too bad that everyone can’t move this way. I had to physically move a suitcase and a backpack. The rest was being delivered. I wondered how long it would take to unpack everything.
That evening, I sat in the restaurant that was down the block from my apartment. My plate had chicken-fried chicken, squash casserole, and turnip greens (which I only ate because my grandmother had always insisted that they were good for me). Sautéed mushrooms and Dr. Pepper completed my meal. Dr. Pepper wasn’t my favorite soft drink, but I felt like a traitor if it wasn’t the first soft drink I ordered every time I came back to Texas. I was a Sprite guy. Well, truthfully, I was a Sprite and Whiskey guy. I wasn't someone who watched the front door of a restaurant, but I caught myself looking up each time I heard the door open. And every time it opened, it wasn’t Liam.
LIAM
I stared down at the pile of folders. All the cases I was working on. I reached in and pulled out the only one not a murder, attempted murder, or an assault. The name on the top was ‘Oliver T.’ Three trips to Waco, and I wasn’t any closer to finding him. Well, that’s how I felt. I had eliminated thirty-seven places at which he didn’t work. Not knowing his last name certainly hindered things. If he were a criminal, I’d just give his first name to one of my informants. I’d lay odds on having something come back on him.
But if he were a criminal, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with him within thirty minutes of having met him. The TV in the other room was not helping me concentrate. My father was staying with me while they tore up his apartment trying to find a water leak. He’d been here for about a week, and his favorite thing to do was to watch TCM. I walked into the living room to the sounds of ‘Oliver, Oliver, never before has a boy wanted more.’
“Oliver Twist?” I asked rhetorically.
My father looked up at me. “Oliver T. Oliver Twist?”
“No. His last name cannot be Twist. That has to be a nickname.” I wanted to slap myself on the head. “His last name probably doesn’t even start with a ‘T’. I’ve been an idiot.”
“I don’t think you’re an idiot.” My father looked at the TV and then back at me. “You’ve let emotions color your judgment, and I fell in step with you.”
I nodded. “The ‘T’ could be the initial of his last name or it could be the initial of his middle name.”
My father chimed in, “Or, it could be what they call him at the office. Someone called him Oliver Twist because of his first name, and his officemates started to call him Oliver T.”
I took a deep breath. “At least Oliver isn’t a very common name.”
My father looked back at the TV. “Unless Oliver isn’t his name at all. And while I’m adding confusion to the mix, what if the place he works isn’t Something Electronics?”
“What do you mean? Are you doubting your memory now?”
“No. It’s not that, but what if it’s a variation on Something Electronics?”
“Well, I’m almost at the end of my list of places with the word ‘Electronics’ or ‘Electronic’ in the name.”
“What can I do to help?”
“Can you do a google search for a business with ‘tronic’ or something similar in their names. Do you think it could be a variation of ‘electric’?”
My dad raised his eyebrows. “No. That doesn’t seem likely.”
“I’ve got the paperwork to finish on two cases. I want to get them finished tonight, and then I’m going back with your list on Tuesday.”
“You’re going back to Waco again? Son, I’m getting concerned that you’re not being realistic with this.”
“Dad! God didn’t put this man in front of me to just walk away. I know He’s going to let me find him. I’ve got to put in the footwork.”
“I hear you. I’ll get working on that list.”
OLIVER
I’ve been here a month, and I still have boxes to go through. My grandparents had more stuff than I realized. I’ve furnished my living room and dining room with their stuff. I’ve put their old four-poster bed in my bedroom. I did buy a new mattress. I’ve cleaned and oiled all the wood. As long as you don’t go in the second bedroom, my place looks great.
I even had her treadle sewing machine cleaned. I want to start quilting on it. I always had a great time helping her with her quilts when I was little. I’ve been looking at patterns. I want to make something that Liam would appreciate, something masculine with fall colors.
I’m not sure why, but I compare every man I meet to Liam. I just know that I’m going to see him again one day. I even called Nancy and asked her to have everyone keep an eye out for him. She told me she looks for him every time she stops at the bar for a drink or lunch. I don’t think she remembers him, but that won’t stop Nancy.
I’ve been here for two months, and work is going well. I’ve got my routine now. I’m really glad I got an apartment just two blocks away. I bought a Chevy Blazer so I would have room to haul some things. I decided that a truck was more than I needed, and if I ever do need one, I’ll rent it. I bought the truck from Steve Masterson. He’s the cousin of Elliot Masterson, a guy I work with. Steve’s very cute, and he asked me out after he told me about the safety features of the new SUV. He told me that he wouldn’t let me get away without saying yes. I said yes, and I had a great time. I think Steve will be a great friend. I’m not sure that he’s husband material. He flirted a little too much with the waiter at the restaurant, and I saw him pass the guy his business card.
About a week later, I went to Speegleville Park. It was a pretty nice day at first, but then a little thunderstorm popped up. I ran for the covered area and found Captain Pete Thompson had been staying dry there. He worked at Fort Hood and was spending the day in Waco. He was talking about how the place reminded him of a park in Europe when he must have noticed how I was staring at him. He was in his fatigues, and he was hot. He got close to me, and in a low voice, he said, “You’re staring at my crotch. You wanting to suck me off, or you want me to fuck your little ass? Or maybe you want both.”
I stood up. “You’re mistaken on both counts.” I walked back out into the rain.
“Cock tease,” he shouted after me.
I was so disgusted by his immediate assumption that I wanted sex with him before knowing anything about me aside from my name. If he had talked to me, gotten to know me, who knows what would have happened. Why couldn’t he have been more like Liam?
LIAM
I was tired and hungry and had almost reached the proverbial end of my rope. It was my seventh trip to Waco. I was starting to learn the streets well enough to be a taxi driver. That morning, I had texted my dad. I had hoped that he would give me a pep talk. Instead, he said he had expanded his search outside of Waco under the chance that Oliver had only said Waco because it was the closest big city that people would recognize. I felt depression trying to overtake me like the insidious disease that it is. I had finished traveling down Market Street while examining the buildings on the east side of the road. Now, I’d turn around and examine the buildings on the west side. It was nearing lunchtime and as I’d skipped breakfast, I needed something.
The steeple of Our Shepherd Lutheran Church came into view, and I knew I needed some spiritual strength first. I turned down the street and into the parking lot. I headed for the church office to get access to the sanctuary. The pastor was in; I told him I needed to kneel at the altar of God and ask for help. He led me to the place of worship and only asked that I let him know when I was done. After thirty minutes of prayer and an unknown number of minutes of tears, I sat on the front pew. A bible with a bookmark was on the seat next to me. I opened it to the bookmarked page. Someone had taken a highlight to the book, and marked in blue were these words: “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find.”
I stood up with renewed strength and determination. I told the pastor that I found what I needed and I thanked him. I walked out of the building into the sunlight and immediately felt dizzy. I’d seen a restaurant next to the parking lot, and I headed toward it. As I neared the door, I looked up, and across the street was a business with the title ‘Positron Technology’. My stomach growled, and I went in to get a sandwich before Storming the Bastille.
OLIVER
The incident with the army guy left me feeling depressed. I guess I thought I could hide my feelings better than I could. By the end of the day Monday, everyone in my department knew that something was going on with me. After work on Monday, I worked on my first quilt. I had chosen Jacob’s Ladder blocks in a medium brown and a light beige. I worked on it until bedtime, but when I woke up the next day, I was feeling lost. I got ready for work, and as I was leaving, I took a look at the quilt top that was almost finished. I was making it for Liam and me. Had I made a mistake? What was I doing?
I walked down the street to my office. Again, I tried to pretend that I was feeling good about things. I got right to work, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. After a brief morning meeting. My supervisor told me that we were all going to lunch together. Everyone had decided that I needed to be cheered up. I appreciated it. I decided to share my struggle with them. Maybe I could use the guidance of people who had more objectivity.
I was working on my computer when they called for lunch. “Just a couple of minutes and I’ll be done.”
Arnie and William came in and physically pulled me away from my desk. As they pulled me backward from cubby, Ellen and Mike each grabbed a leg, and the four of them carried me outside. I was laughing all the way. They let me walk to the restaurant.
“I want to thank all of you for caring so much. Once we sit down, I’m going to tell you why I’ve been down.” We were shown to our seats, and I had to tell them that I needed to sit facing the door. Once seated, we ordered our drinks and food. The waiter walked away, and all eyes were on me.
“This is pretty simple. On the day before I came to Waco, I met a guy whom I liked. We talked for a good while, but because I was leaving the next day, I didn’t get any of his information. I just know his name is Liam. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Everyone I’ve met since I’ve been here pales in comparison. Somehow I have this feeling that we’re going to see one another again. Nancy, you know Nancy, she works in the other office; she’s gone back to the bar to see whether she can find any information about him. No luck so far.
“This weekend I met this guy who was an absolute prick. I realize I’m waiting for Liam, and without him, I feel alone. Every time I eat here, I watch the door, expecting him to come in.”
The door to the restaurant opened. I looked up. My co-workers turned to look. A young couple who were dressed as tourists came in. I sighed. “I keep expecting him to walk through that door, no matter how many times it’s not him.”
“Are you focusing on the impossible, so you don’t have to deal with someone new?” asked Ellen. “Another change in your life?”
“Especially with all the changes that you’ve just gone through?” added William.
“Or maybe,” Arnie paused to consider his words, “you’re holding onto something real. Some people look at another person and say, ‘I’m going to marry him or her. They know instantly. My grandparents were like that. My grandmother saw my grandfather for the first time and told her friends that he was her future husband. Is that the case?”
I looked at Arnie. He was right. “Yeah, that’s how I feel.” My eyes welled up. “I’m completely in love with Liam, and I was too focused on other things to realize it.”
I hadn’t noticed the man who walked into the restaurant behind the tourist couple. He walked up to the table and stood in front of me.
“I love you, too, Oliver. I haven’t stopped thinking of you since the night we met. I’ve been looking for you ever since.”
I stood up and looked into those beautiful greenish hazel eyes and grabbed him. I pulled him to me and began sobbing, but for the first time in a long time, I cried tears of utter joy.
“I can’t believe it,” said Ellen.
“I can,” nodded Arnie. “There’s love out there for everyone.” He looked over at Mike. “You just have to trust it when you feel it.” Arnie stretched his hand toward Mike.
Mike’s lips were trembling, and his hand began to shake.
“If you want to go on a journey with me, Mike, we’ve got to step foot on the trail.”
Mike grabbed Arnie’s hand and held it tightly.
LIAM
The day I found Oliver was the happiest in my life. After telling him that I loved him, I asked him for his full legal name. Oliver Quentin Thomsson. We ate lunch in silence. No one spoke. Oliver’s co-workers, Mike and Arnie just kept looking at one another and smiling. I was in shock, and I kept looking at Oliver. He would look at me and get teary-eyed. I wanted to be alone with him so we could talk.
After the meal, he walked with me to my car. He pointed to the apartment complex where he lived and told me he wanted me to park my car next to his. When I told him I had a room at the Hilton Garden Inn, he wanted me to get my stuff and stay with him. I agreed. I texted my father that I had found Oliver.
On the way to the hotel, I told him what I had been doing to find him. He told me several times that it was his fault for walking out with his friends and that he began to regret it almost right away. None of that mattered. He was here next to me.
Once in the room, I kissed him, and he kissed me back more passionately than he had in my fantasies. I wanted him, and when we were pressed against one another, I could feel that he wanted me. He pushed me away and told me that he wanted to wait until we were at his place. I didn’t understand until he talked about how he wanted to hold me after we’d shared ourselves.
It was at that point that I started to cry. I realized my days of using a guy’s hole to help me fill the condom I was wearing were over. My past encounters with men were safe but quick. I sat on the bed and looked up at Oliver, and he moved toward me, held my head against his chest, and kissed the top of my head. My days of feeling alone were over.
OLIVER
Liam put his suitcase down near the front door and stepped into the living room. I walked up to him and gently kissed him. I made the two of us a whiskey and Sprite. He was standing near me and watched me make the drinks. I handed him one and toasted, “To us.”
He nodded and raised his glass. “To us.”
We took a sip and then I kissed him again. I could taste the whiskey on his lips. I smelled his aftershave. I took another sip of my drink, then I put it down. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of Liam’s shirt and kissed his chest. The sensation was erotic; he had a clean, manly smell that forced me to unbutton further. I pushed his shirt out of the way and exposed a nipple. The small hard bud resisted my tongue. Liam moaned as I kissed it; I rubbed my cheek against the hair on his pecs, and I feel his heart beating beneath. I lift my head and brush my lips against his and then I kiss his jaw just in front of his ear.
Liam moves his head and swallows his drink in one gulp. He puts his glass down and grabs my head with both hands. He crushes our lips together, and I explore his mouth with my tongue. My dreams of this moment are exceeded by reality. I unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it loose from his pants as I kiss his abs and run my tongue around his belly button. My hand moves down over his crotch. I can feel his dick pulse beneath my hand. He stands almost silently; slight moans escape his lips. He reaches down to undo his belt, but I push his hands away. I want to reward him for finding me, but not yet.
I stand back up, and our lips touch. Liam grabs my ass with both of his hands and pulls our groins together. My dick hardens as it moves across his. I can tell that his cock is pushing to escape its confinement. He moves his hips to simulate thrusting. The movement turns me on even more, but I’m not ready to give in to him. I lead him by the hand to my bedroom, and I let him remove my shirt. He pushes me onto the bed and explores my chest with his mouth.
I’m not ready to surrender control, and I pull his shirt to his elbows and trap his arms. I roll him onto his back. He struggles to free his arms, but they are held in place by his shirt. I straddle his waist and rub my ass across his hardened dick. His eyes mist up. “I love you,” he tells me. I lean forward and kiss him.
“I’m going to show you how much I love you. I slide down his legs and expose the waistband of his pants. I undo the belt and pull it from its loops. He isn’t struggling to get his arms free. I slide down a little more and undo the button and unzip. He watches me. A tear spills from his eye and travels down his cheek. I get off the bed and untie his shoes. I toss them to the side and remove his socks. I begin massaging his feet. Liam throws his head back and tries to throttle a moan. I attack the other foot before pulling his pants down. He lifts his hips to assist me. Now only in his Separtic briefs, I can see his cock struggling to get free.
I kick my shoes off and remove my pants. My hard-on tents my underwear. As Liam lifts himself on his elbows, I straddle his legs and lift the flap that frees his erection. It’s perfectly straight. The hood of his uncut cock just covers the corona; The piss slit and most of the head are completely exposed. It’s a beautiful penis. I bend forward and place the head in my mouth. I felt his cock twitch, and I could taste his precum. I ran my tongue around the edge of his foreskin, and I felt it move back on the shaft as I tried to get my tongue under it. With my lips tightly around it, I moved my head forward. I wasn’t quite to the base when the head of his cock hit the entrance to my throat. I fought the urge to gag and pushed forward as I swallowed, I felt the ‘pop’ as he entered my throat. His body twitched beneath me, and he released a strange gasping sound. His hands moved to the back of my head, but they didn’t apply any pressure. My lips moved back up his shaft to just below the head, and I pushed forward, getting his entire dick into my mouth and throat. Liam gasped again.
Realizing I wanted to play with his balls as I did this, I reached down and was stopped by his underwear. I needed to pull back and remove his underwear. I sat up, and Liam took advantage. He tugged at my underwear and got them down to my knees; he pushed me onto my back, and with his body on mine, he said, “I’ve never sucked anyone’s dick before, and I’ve never let anyone suck me unless I was wearing a rubber. I want to suck you until you explode inside my mouth, and then I’m going to swallow every drop.
I held him there. The touch of his hairy chest on mine, smooth as it was, gave me sensations I’d never known. The weight of him pushing me down made me want him inside me. Right now, he wanted to take me inside him, swallowing me, bringing me to orgasm, and swallowing every drop of juice I had. So I let him. His mouth kissed me repeatedly on its voyage to my dick. I’d never been so hard, and the soft moistness of his mouth was a pleasure that also surpassed reality. He was relentless with the powerful suction and softness of his lips. The motion of his head was perfection. I grabbed the sheets into my hands and formed tight fists. I tried to fight the urge to cum. I want the moment to last. Resistance isn’t always futile, but at that moment, for me it was. I surrendered to him and came as never before, and he took it all, and when he pulled his mouth away, my dick had not a drop of my juice upon it, and my body needed his.
LIAM
This was the first time I’d been in love, so everything was as if I were experiencing it for the first time. I’d only let guys blow me while I was wearing a condom, so having Oliver take me without one was indescribable. I’d never given a blowjob before, so I had never experienced the joy of having someone I loved cum inside my mouth. Love and ecstasy truly was a guy named Oliver.
I made sure that not a drop of Oliver’s ejaculate escaped me. I moved up next to him; half of my body rested on him, and I nuzzled his neck. He reached down and gripped my cock. Just his touch caused shivers to run through me. His left arm reached under me and directed me to lie between his legs. My cock was now against his, and our tongues moved together as though dancing together. Oliver looked me in the eye. I wanted him, and he wanted me. He kissed me and whispered, “I’m yours. Always. I need you inside me.
I kissed his chin, his nipples, his abs, the shaft of his penis, and his testicles. He reached under the pillow and handed me a small bottle of lube before pulling his knees up. I took the bottle and looked at him.
“I knew you’d come for me.”
My eyesight grew blurry; I blinked to clear them, and a tear fell on his scrotum. I mouthed the words ‘I love you’ and I squirted some lube onto my fingers. His body tensed as I touched the cold lube to his hole. Then he took a breath and relaxed. After massaging the outer surface, I slipped my finger into man-tube; it went in easily, so I slipped in two. The grip was tighter. I could tell I was in virgin territory. I grabbed a pillow and pushed it under his ass. His man pussy relaxed just a little more. I rubbed lube over my cock and pushed the head of my dick against his rosebud. I slipped inside him, and his chest raises from a sudden intake of air. I could feel his ass squeezing down to force me out while his hips raised to pull me in. I continued to apply just a little pressure. My dick inched its way inside until I’d reached the hilt. I leaned forward and pressed his knees a little closer to the bed. His dick now contacted my lower abs and our lips were almost touching. I bent my head forward and brushed my lips against his, and as I did, I tilted my hips to pull slowly out of him. I could feel his dick harden as I pushed back in. We were like two dancers; our movements were synchronized.
As my strokes lengthened and my thrusts intensified, I could hear little puppy dog-like whimpers coming from Oliver. He had grabbed my head and pulled it to him. His small pelvic thrusts coordinated with mine. His breathing intensified, and I heard him grunt a ‘Yes’ from time to time. I wanted to shove my entire being inside him, and I began to pound him. Suddenly, he swung his arms out to the side; his ass clamped down on me, and he squirted a stream of cum between us with such intensity, that it left a faint red line across one of my pecs. I began to thrust with more power, and I came less than five strokes later.
I collapsed on top of him. My dick was still inside and hard as a rock. I could tell that Oliver’s cock was softening, and the cum between us was becoming sticky. Still, I didn’t want to move.
“I like the way it feels when your dick is in me,” Oliver whispered.
“I like it, too. Later, I want to feel you inside of me.” I never thought I’d say that. I was exclusively a top. At least, I thought I was. Oliver had changed my thinking on a lot of things. I never thought I’d leave the city where I was born and worked. Yet, here I was in Texas, and I didn’t think I’d ever want to be anywhere else. I had figured that I’d spend the rest of my life fucking one anonymous hole after another; now, I was planning to marry this guy next to me. Not only that, but I think I’ll give up fucking. It’s love-making from now on.
EPILOG
Oliver and Liam were married in one of those liberal states in the East. Oliver continued working at Positron, and they bought a four-bedroom farmhouse just a short way out of town. Liam got a job in Macgregor, Texas where he worked in a police cruiser and as a detective when one was needed. The people in the town loved him, and even got used to his Yankee accent. And no one cared that they were gay. Liam’s father moved in with them and stayed until he passed away about ten years later.
The two men had just celebrated their twentieth anniversary when Liam was struck by a drunk driver while assisting a woman whose car had broken down. He was killed instantly. Everyone was devastated, no one more than Oliver. Mike and Arnie went to pick him up for the memorial service and found that he had passed in the middle of the night. People said it was from a broken heart; others said that he was just unable to go on without Liam. Whichever is the case, they are together for eternity, as it was always meant to be.
