Part 2, MIDNIGHT HOSPITALITY
There was nothing said as the two men made their way to Mom’s
front door. Eric was curious but hadn’t arrived at any expectation levels…yet.
Taking the lead, he firmly held Brian’s hand as they dodged other guys standing
by the bar engaged in last-minute negotiations concerning the next step.
The door was opened from the outside, and Eric almost tripped on
his way out.
“Well, looks like another satisfied customer,” the tall doorman
said, as he caught Eric from falling.
“Um, thanks, Brad,” he replied, not at all uncomfortable with the
hunky guy’s big hands helping steady him. “Meet my friend, Brian. He just moved
down here from Long Beach. Brad just got out of the Corps.”
“Hi, Brad.” The two men shook hands, and Brian added, “He’s only
had one beer. Honest.” Brian smiled and brought his arms around Eric’s
shoulders in a protective, buddy stance.
“Nice meeting you. Have a good night, guys,” Brad said with a wide
grin.
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Eric answered with a mock salute. “And I was
serious about you and your buddy coming in.”
“I’ve got your card. I won’t lose it.”
“Semper Fi,” Eric said, as he gave the former Marine a ‘thumbs
up’.
The guys nodded good night and walked away from the door. Brad’s
expression was a mixture of surprise, admiration and ‘mission accomplished’ for
Eric’s quick hook-up.
“Damn. Those ‘grunts’ get better looking every day,” Brian said,
as they moved a few steps further.
“That’s just a sample of what comes in the restaurant every
weekend. Nice side benefit,” Eric answered.
“Makes working at night worthwhile.” Brian turned and smiled.
“Definitely. I’m parked up by the hardware store. How about you?”
It was a little after midnight, and the streets were still active with foot
traffic, so Eric resisted the urge to hold Brian’s hand.
“Actually, I’m across the street,” Brian said. “Come on. I’ll
drive you up to your car so I can follow you.”
“Sounds like a plan.” They walked over to a vintage, red Wrangler
and Eric went around to the passenger’s door. “A great beach car,” he
continued, opening the door and easing in.
“This was my first new set of wheels out of college,” Brian
replied, as he hopped in the driver’s seat. Before turning the ignition, he
leaned over and lightly kissed Eric. “I’ve wanted to do that since we met at
The Rancho.”
“I hope there’s more where that came from?” Eric said, responding
with a firmer, kiss. Their tongue tips just touched.
“As you said, we both don’t have to be to work until tomorrow
afternoon.” Brian winked and fired up the Jeep. “Whoops. You’re unraveling my
reserve. I hope I’m not becoming too bold?”
“Bold? I was just about to mention that I have spare
toothbrushes,” Eric replied with a laugh.
“And everything else?” Brian gave Eric a questioning look.
“Um, hmm.” Eric nodded as he continued, “Let’s be serious for a
few seconds. For the record, I’m 32, very single, HIV-negative, love receiving
and giving…safely, and take my coffee black in the morning.” ‘Might as well
find out if there is any excess baggage,’ Eric decided.
“Okay, show and tell time for me. I just turned 30 and ditto to
everything you said, except I like cream in the morning…and then, coffee.”
Brian looked at Eric and they both broke up.
“Well, let’s have a beer first.” ‘Nothing like getting the
preliminaries out of the way. Check one for the good guys,’ Eric concluded.
“I like the term ‘first’.”
Brian beamed at the implications.
At the end of the next block, Eric indicated that the gray
Cherokee, now almost alone in the lot, was his. Before getting out, he kissed
Brian once more and said, “Just follow me. We’re going under the 405 and up the
hill.”
“Will do,” Brian said. He observed his new friend’s nimble agility
and athletic grace, as Eric trotted over to his car.
Eric got in, started the Cherokee and maneuvered to the curb opening.
The red Wrangler was in idle, and the shadowy figure was waving. Eric waved
back and turned onto the street. He made sure that Brian was following. ‘Okay,’
he thought, ‘be cool. Don’t come across as the sex-starved, horny, male
predator…that I am.’
The drive home, at this hour, only took five minutes. Eric pulled
up to the private road and slowly entered, checking behind to make sure that
his Cherokee’s mechanical ‘little brother’ was following. The two cars
continued until Eric stopped. With a remote, he opened the two-car garage and
eased in, motioning Brian to follow.
Brian turned off the engine and got out. “Really takes care of
nosy neighbors.” He slipped out of his seat and stood by the Wrangler.
“This isn’t the most glamorous way to enter my place,” Eric said,
walking over to his guest. “But it is private.” He pulled Brian close to him
and zeroed in on a proper, welcoming kiss. This time his tongue didn’t hold
back.
“Ummm,” Brian uttered. He welcomed the invading tongue and
playfully twisted his tongue around Eric’s. His knees were getting weak and his
cock was coming alive at the close, intimate contact. He felt Eric’s hard-on
pressing against his leg.
“Welcome to Casa Flynn,” Eric said, pulling back. “I didn’t mean
to attack you here in the garage. I thought I’d at least wait until we were in
the kitchen.” Eric laughed and Brian joined in.
“I haven’t felt this frisky for a long time. Where’s the kitchen,
hot stuff?” Brian asked seductively.
“Follow me.” Eric walked up one step and opened a non-descript
door. They walked in and were immediately standing in a typical, large, condo
kitchen from the 80’s, illuminated only by a counter light. Functional and
nothing more.
“This is a big space for a single guy,” Brian said. “You ever
cook?”
“Only what the microwave can handle.” Eric laughed, as he turned.
“My sentiments exactly. Thank God for the frozen section at Trader
Joe’s.”
Eric moved closer and offered Brian a brief, wet, tongue-less kiss
before moving around his face. He tenderly kissed his visitor’s brow, cheeks
and earlobes.
“Is that all I get?” Brian asked with a fake expression of pout.
“How about a beer and a great view. If ya don’t mind, I really
want this evening to last,” Eric suggested with casual resolve. ‘This guy is definitely
worth playing the evening activities out slowly,’ he thought.
“Buddy, a beer and you is all I need,” Brian said with a wink.
Eric retrieved two beers from the sturdy, old fridge.
“Come with me, then.” Eric grabbed Brian’s hand, walked through a formal
dining room into the living room and turned on an ‘up’ spot that illuminated a
plant. It was enough light so they didn’t trip over anything.
The two new friends arrived at the large, sliding glass doors and
stopped. Beyond the attached outside deck, the night view was breathtaking. The
snaking lights – head and tail – of traffic on the 405 created a moving, visual
mosaic. Looking to the north and south was the twinkling panorama of beach
communities, contrasted with the sudden blackness where the Pacific Ocean
touched land.
“This must be a fantastic view in the daylight?” Brian asked.
“Brian, that’s something I’m promising for tomorrow morning. Wanna
sit down?” ‘Sounds like I definitely have a guest for the evening,’ Eric
surmised. It was taking all his resolve not to physically attack this stud on
the spot.
“As long as you’re part of the package,” Brian said.
“Like Velcro. Wait for a sec,” Eric said, squeezing Brian’s
shoulder. ‘Or human glue,’ he thought, chuckling to himself. He walked over to
the fireplace, turned on the gas and lit a fire. The blue and orange flames
immediately danced over the simulated logs.
“Cool. I gotta warn you that I like closeness,” Brian added.
Eric grabbed Brian’s hand, and they gently flopped down on a long,
multi-sectioned couch that faced the flagstone fireplace, careful not to spill
any beer. Dancing light from the fire bounced off the two clothed bodies.
“Here’s to a nice guy I met tonight,” Eric said. They clinked the
bottles together, and each had a long pull. When Eric set his bottle on the
coffee table, toed off the shoes and propped his stretched legs on the solid,
glass top, Brian did the same thing.
“Ahhh,” Brian sighed. He scooted closer and rested his head on
Eric’s chest, while his hand found its way to his host’s thigh. “I definitely
met a nice guy.”
Eric moved his arm onto Brian’s shoulder and pulled them even
closer. With his free hand, he grabbed a remote and turned on the FM tuner.
Michael Bublé was softly singing:
“You give your hand to me
and then you say hello.
And I can hardly speak
my heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
you think you know me well,
but you don't know me…”
“The song says ‘you don’t know me’, but I’d like to change that,”
Eric said in almost a whisper. He shifted his body so that his lips were within
striking distance for a kiss. As he moved in, he cautiously placed his free
hand over Brian’s sweater-covered chest. Each other’s lips became engaged, and
Eric started massaging his friend’s firm pecs.
“Oh, fuck,” mumbled Brian, just before Eric accomplished his lip
lock. While their tongues reacquainted themselves, Brian slowly moved his hand
up the thigh until it landed on Eric’s warm, hard cock.
“Welcome to my home. It’s a pleasure to have you,” Eric said with
a smile, as he pulled back. ‘Have you in several ways,’ he quickly envisioned.
“The pleasure is mine.” Brian’s hand slowly traced the outline of
his host’s obvious erection.
Eric shivered slightly at the touch and inspected the almost
flawless, handsome face of Brian. “Wanna lose the sweater? I think you’ll be
warm enough without it.”
“Is that the only thing I’m going to lose?” Brian threw back, with
a raised, mocking eyebrow.
“I figure it’s not going to be your virginity.”
“That’s something that I don’t think either of us have to worry
about,” Brian answered. “For the record, I don’t sleep around just to add
another notch to my gun.”
“Buddy, ditto, again. But I wouldn’t mind checking out that gun,”
Eric said with a chortle.
“Take off your shirt and pants, and I’ll match you.” Brian
squeezed Eric’s bulging trouser-snake for emphasis. Slowly, he removed his
black sweater to reveal a trim chest and torso with just a dusting of light
brown chest hair.
“I like,” Eric said, as he leaned down to kiss the nearest nipple.
He then started unbuttoning his shirt, while Brian stood to unbuckle and ease
out of his khakis. Almost simultaneously they placed the shirt and pants in the
same area of the floor. ‘Wow,’ thought Eric as he scanned Brian’s body, ‘that
trail really does lead to some treasure.’ He focused on the black, low-rise,
bulging briefs.
“Stand up and let me help you,” Brian commanded with a smile. Eric
stood and let Brian undo the belt, pant clasp and zipper. He knew that his
trim, swimmer’s build projected a manly image. But Eric never flaunted it.
“Oh, shit, bro,” Eric said, as he felt Brian’s hands run down his
legs when the pants were pulled down. Eric stepped out of the puddled material,
revealing more conventional, white boxer briefs. They paused to pull off their
socks.
“Come here.” Brian opened his arms and beckoned his host to join
him. Eric eased in place for the expected embrace and kiss.
Eric pulled back from the wet kiss and said, in a low voice,
“Buddy, just for the record, I’m definitely looking forward to knowing you
better…in many ways.”
“I think we’re both mature and single enough to be thinking this
isn’t just a fast fuck…or whatever we’re going to do.” Brian looked into Eric’s
eyes and continued, “But I also think that it’s time we loose the ‘U-trou’. My
dick is strangling.” That brought a laugh from both guys.
“And I thought that it was just tears,” Eric rejoined, touching a
wet spot on the material covering the tip of Brian’s hard cock.
“Looks like we’re both having a crying jag,” Brian said, noticing
the fresh pre-cum stains on the white fabric of Eric’s boxer briefs. He pulled
down his black ‘2(x)ist’ briefs and kicked them aside. Before Eric could move,
Brian said, “Allow me.”
“Permission granted,” Eric said in an anticipatory, sultry tone.
Brian went down on his knees and brought his mouth over the tip of
Eric’s cotton-contained erection that angled over to the left. After sucking
for a moment, Brian gently pulled down the boxer briefs and was finally
face-to-face with the real thing.
“Oh, yeah, take it…do it, big guy,” Eric moaned.
“At the very least.” Brian lapped at the dripping pre-cum oozing
from Eric’s piss slit before taking the hard, veined, seven inches of manhood.
Brian smiled to himself when his nose reached Eric’s trimmed pubic patch.
Slowly, he bobbed his head back and forth to produce an intended natural
friction of skin touching skin.
“Hmmm,” was all that Eric could expel as Brian’s tongue teased his
sensitive, flared dickhead. After a few moments, Brian released Eric’s cock and
aimed for the hairless low-hangers. He started nibbling the scrotum as his
finger found it’s way to the rough, inflated perineum. Brian started sucking
Eric’s balls, one at a time, as the finger ventured further to the wrinkly
surface of the anal entrance.
All Eric could do was massage Brian’s scalp and shoulders. He felt
sharp, pleasurable jolts when the stray finger slowly entered his chute. ‘Hey,’
he registered, smiling, ‘this is an equal opportunity house.’ Gently, he put
his hands under Brian’s warm, damp armpits and lifted to disengage the
one-sided foreplay.
“Sorry if I got a little carried away,” Brian said, staring into
Eric’s glistening, blue eyes.
“No apology, babe. I like your technique.” ‘Whoops,’ Eric thought.
‘I used the “B” word.’ He thought he saw Brian’s smile expand, just slightly,
at the word indicating a growing fondness.
“There’s just so much to do, down there.” Brian chuckled and
sucked his finger. When it was offered to Eric, he eagerly took it in his
mouth.
“Ummm, I recognize the flavor,” Eric said, while winking. He moved
his hand down Brian’s six-pack, through his trimmed pube patch, passed over his
cock, and started fondling Brian’s large, soft, smooth, full nut sac. “Feels
like we go to the same barber?”
“I like to be trim but not a hairless look,” Brian replied.
“Like minds again.” Eric smiled as he pictured the straight guys
at the gym who had discovered, probably from Internet porn sites, groin
grooming. He thought of some of his macho, hetero friends, running around the
locker room, looking like a group of 11-year old boys.
“But I’m not into grizzlies,” Brian concluded.
“Maybe we can shave each other’s balls sometime?” Eric said with a
friendly leer.
“Yeah, I’d like that. But we need to know each other better before
I allow you to take a blade to me down there,” Brian answered with a laugh.
“I always find a fireplace conducive to knowing a person better.”
With Brian’s balls still in hand, he grabbed a throw blanket from the couch and
tossed it over to the floor by the rustic, redwood mantle. “You game to find
out more about me?” Eric said, as he moved his hand from Brian’s crotch to his
waist.
“Absolutely. And vice versa.”
They walked around the coffee table, and Brian helped spread the
cotton, Indian-weaved blanket over the carpet. He lay down on his side and
watched as Eric joined behind him.
“Warm,” Eric said, “but not toasty. You okay?”
”I’m getting hot, buddy. But it’s not from the fire. But enough
about me. Tell me more about yourself.”
“Solana Beach native, only kid, grew up in this house, graduated
from San Diego State and had a shitty marriage.” Eric rolled out the bullet
point statistics in verbal precision as he spooned up against Brian’s back and
buns. His dick, now dormant, parked against Brian’s appealing ass crack.
“Kids?” Brian asked.
Eric moved his hand under Brian's arm and rested it on Brian's
stomach. “One boy. My last stab at a straight life.” Eric smiled at the
non-intended pun. “But the mother moved far away, and I haven’t seen my son in
eight years. How about you?” Eric said, letting his fingers absent-mindedly
play with the handy trail of hair.
“That’s the pits,” Brian considered. “Okay, in your order, grew up
in Colorado Springs, you met my only sibling, U. of Denver graduate, and came
out to my family when I was 19. One lover during college but pretty dull
since.”
“Let’s see, what else?” Eric moved his hand to Brian's pubes and
explored the base of his friend’s cock. “My folks retired, moved to an inland
retirement village three years ago, and I got the condo. They’re supportive and
hope I find the right person. ‘Oh, shit,’ Eric thought. ‘TMI. I really like
this guy and don’t want to scare him away.’
“Sounds like we both lucked out with great folks.”
“Absolutely. And they raised great sons,” Eric replied. ‘God,
please say that he’s not a child molester, bank robber or “master” in search of
a submissive slave.’
“I agree.” Brian snuggled his ass closer to Eric.
“When I get time off, I love to eat out at a place with a great
wine list, see a movie or check out the Padres when they play a mid-week home
game.” Eric’s hand moved further down Brian’s now-hard cock and started rubbing
the pre-cum around the sensitive head. ‘Gee,’ Eric thought, ‘it’s been a long time
since I felt this tuned-in to someone.’ His fat dick, now fully awake,
innocently burrowed into Brian’s buns.
“Yeah. And after the movie, come back to a warm fire and have a
special person get me all hot and horny,” Brian said. He gently scooted around
and adjusted, so that he was now on his back and looking at Eric. He flashed a
smile, tweaked Eric’s nipple with one hand and returned Eric’s warm hand to his
crotch.
“Umm, I like.” Eric visually scanned the horizontal, sensuous,
naked form.
“Just for the record, I’m into a guy who is tender, gentle and
loving. I’ll leave the rough stuff to others,” Brian said in a husky, low
voice.
“Message received. I feel the same way.” Eric saw opportunity
knocking. It didn’t take a rocket scientist – or a gay restaurant manager – to
understand what to do when lying next to a nude, buff, handsome man with a
great erection. ‘Hmm,’ Eric considered, ‘plan A, going for the drooling cock,
is too obvious. Ergo, plan B.’ Eric rose to his knees and moved around. After
spreading Brian’s muscular legs, Eric moved in between them. He lowered his
head to within centimeters of the red, flared cockhead and started blowing on
it as his hands palmed Brian’s balls.
“Fuck. How did you know I love that?” Brian squirmed at the warm
air blasting from Eric’s mouth. “You’re taking foreplay to a new level,” he
crooned.
“I told you that I was in no hurry.” Eric kissed the moistened
head and teased the piss slit with his tongue. He then kissed the entire length
of the cock before landing on the scrotum. Eric placed his hands under Brian’s
thighs and started a lifting motion.
“Oh, man,” was all Brian could utter as he raised his legs. He
grabbed his knees and rocked his body slightly upward to give his partner easy
access to a man’s most private area. “I trust you, buddy.”
“Let’s trust each other,” Eric said, moving a finger from Brian's
nuts to his puckering hole. It had been a while since he had enjoyed fingering
a man. But like they say about riding a bike, he wetted his finger with saliva
and started a massaging, stroking action around the wrinkled perimeter of
Brian’s asshole. He noticed a contented smile and closed eyes on his
accomplice’s face. This encouraged him to start a tentative probe.
“Eric, you devil. It’s been a long time, but I’m literally and
figuratively in your hands,” Brian said with a laugh, his eyes still closed.
“Go where you want to go.”
Continued stretching allowed Eric to insert a second finger as he
slowly moved past the flexible, protective sphincter. As he extended past the
second knuckle, Eric found the hard spot he sought. He teased Brian by grazing
the ‘nut’. ‘There you are, my little friend,’ Eric thought, as he watched Brian
shiver with joy.
“If you like that, check this out,” Eric said in a lustful tone. He
slowly withdrew his finger and eagerly replaced it with his moist, point-shaped
tongue. He loved diving down on a well-groomed man who possessed masculine,
musky flavors and tastes. ‘I could get used to this…often,’ he thought. Damp
strands of curled, short hair surrounded the pink and brown surface of the
chute entry.
“I…ohhh, you really…ah, shit,” Brian said, as the tongue took
over. He raised and spread his legs further to give Eric more access. “Eric,
fuck me, babe. I want you in me.”
Eric took one final swipe in the tunnel before he withdrew, rose
on his knees and said, ”Let’s go back to my bedroom where we can be more
comfortable. I’ve got condoms and lube we can both use.” Eric hoped that Brian
picked up on the operative words, ‘we’ and ‘both’. He had every intention of
fucking the shit out of his new friend. But he planned on a reciprocal
arrangement. He leaned down and kissed Brian, purposely sharing his tongue.
Brian greedily sucked on it with a smile.
Pulling away, Brian said, “You lead the way, stud.”
Eric rose and said, “Give me your hand.” With a vise-like grip, he
pulled Brian up to his feet. After turning off the fire, Eric led his new
friend down a dimly lit hallway. They stopped half way, and Eric gestured for
Brian to enter a bedroom that was obviously not the master.
Brian looked around the room after he was led in. The nightstand
lamp was enough illumination for him to identify a Phi Delt pledge paddle,
class pictures and a few San Diego State beer mugs. “This is your old room, isn’t
it?”
“Yeah. Like most everything else, I haven’t done too much to the
condo except to renovate the master last year,” Eric said with focused intent.
“There’s only one thing I haven’t done in this room. I’ve been saving that for
someone special.”
He moved closer and tenderly clasped the sides of Brian’s head.
With their bodies melding as one, Eric planted a short, welcome-type kiss on
Brian’s eager lips.
“I’m honored and accept.” Brian duplicated the peck, and added,
“Let me go to the bathroom for a sec.”
Eric smiled and pointed to a closed door. “The new toothbrush is
in the right hand drawer,” he said, as he admired Brian’s backside.
“Will do. However, where our mouths have been already, I doubt a
new toothbrush is necessary,” Brian added with a chuckle as he turned on the
bathroom light and closed the door.
‘And I’m definitely planning on returning my mouth to those
areas,’ thought Eric as he hastily prepared the room. He found the candles,
stowed away for emergencies, placed them on the nightstand and lit the wicks.
Before turning off the lamp, he positioned a bottle of lube, opened a couple of
condoms and turned down the sturdy double bed. Eric’s last touch was to turn on
the speaker of the centrally wired stereo system. In the background, Mariah
Carey was singing:
“…Loverboy
come on and love me
Give me more
Touch me and touch me
I enjoy the way you rock me
All night long
Loverboy come on and take me
Only you knows how to make me
Shudder with anticipation
All night long, babe…”
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