Curiosity Satisfied

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

WHEN WE WERE inside the house, I led him straight to the bedroom, where he put his arms around me and we began to kiss. Kissing a man felt kind of strange at first, but I found myself getting into it. By the time he broke the embrace, I was as hard as the proverbial rock—in fact, the erection that had begun on the dance floor had never totally receded.

“Ready for step two?” he said.

“Oh, yeah.”

He began to undress and I followed suit, matching him garment for garment. He had a great body, with nicely defined pecs and abs. His chest was totally smooth, as was the rest of him, and I found the absence of body hair at once fascinating and exciting. He had no visible tan lines, and his erection looked huge. He pulled me against him again, and we kissed while our hands explored. Eventually we wound up on the bed face to erection, and I went straight to work on his d**k without hesitation. When it happened, and it didn’t take long, my orgasm was so intense that I barely registered the sensation of swallowing a man’s ejaculate for the first time. After we’d sucked each other dry, he moved around so that we were face to face.

“Well?” he said, after we broke the kiss.

“Need you ask? All I can think of is that I’ve wasted a lot of years.”

“Better late than never.”

“Yeah.”

“For what it’s worth, you’re a natural. Are you absolutely certain you’ve never sucked a d**k before?”

“Only in my dreams.” I was running the tips of my fingers over his smooth crotch. “Tell me about this?”

“Not a lot to tell. I’m a nudist, and a lot of nudists go smooth. It’s the only way to get a proper all over tan.”

“I didn’t know there was anyplace to do that around here.”

“There isn’t, but there are a couple of clothing-optional places for men to go down in central Florida.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. That being said, they serve mostly an older crowd. One of them has a clothing-optional pool, and the other place is totally clothing-optional.”

“I’ll have to check it out some time. Right now I’d rather check this out.” My fingers had found their way under his balls and were approaching his anus.

“Go ahead.” He spread his legs a bit and bent his knees, giving me access.

“My fingers are kind of dry.” I groped in the nightstand and located a tube of KY.

“You must have been a Boy Scout.”

“Yeah. Be prepared—that’s me.”

My index finger, now nicely lubed, worked its way into his inner regions, and I felt him wince, so I said, “Hurt?”

“Cold.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Body heat will take care of it.”

“Yeah, I guess it will.”

My exploring finger located its target and exerted a bit of pressure. His erection twitched, and he said, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“As I said, I’ve done a lot of research. Plus, I’ve practiced on myself a bit.”

“I’m impressed. My fingers aren’t quite long enough to reach my prostate—I’ve certainly tried often enough.”

“Here comes a second finger,” I said. I studied his face for any hint of discomfort.

“I don’t usually need a third finger,” he said. “I’m ready for the main event anytime you are.”

I located a condom and quickly rolled it in place on my erection. Then I put some more KY on my fingers and lubed both of us thoroughly. Kneeling between his spread legs, I pulled them up until they were against my chest. Using one hand, I guided my erection to its target and began to push gently. To my surprise, it popped right in.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said.

“Yeah. Now shut up and show me you know what to do with that thing, big guy.”

I did as instructed and kept pushing until my crotch hit his butt. I’d never felt anything so tight, and I began to piston in and out until I began to spasm. As I bent down to kiss him, I looked at his erection and noted that he was leaking a bit. Finally, I eased my softening member out of him and lowered his legs to the bed. I rolled over onto my back beside him and caressed his erection.

“Ready when you are,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He wasted no time, and I soon felt first one, then two, and finally three fingers exploring my body. The fingers withdrew, and I said, “Don’t stop.”

“Got to slip on a raincoat.”

“Oh.”

The fingers were followed by the pressure of his erection. The head of his d**k felt huge, but it finally pushed through my ring. Despite my efforts to control my reaction, my eyes widened at the intrusion.

“Are you okay?” he said.

“Took me by surprise. You’re huge.”

“I’ve seen—and had—bigger.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m okay now. Have at it.”

I felt him pushing slowly in until he could push no further, and he said, “Are you all right?” His face revealed some anxiety.

“Just savoring the sensation. It’s amazing.”

“Okay,” he said, “here we go—you’ve got me so turned on it won’t take long.”

He was right. After a few hard and deep thrusts, he arched his back and groaned. Then he bent down and kissed me.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“We’re both kind of sticky. Want to take a shower?”

“Good idea.”

“The master bathroom is this way.”

I led him to the master bedroom, pointed to door leading to the attached bathroom, and said, “Master bath is through there.”

“I thought the bedroom we were in looked kind of small for a master bedroom,” he said.

“It’s the largest guest bedroom. I’m going to paint the master bedroom before I occupy it. In fact, that’s what I plan to spend Saturday and Sunday doing.”

We entered the master bath, and he looked around. “It’s unusual to find a stall shower in a house this age.”

“Yeah, but it’s not original. Based on the fixtures, my Realtor guessed the bathroom was renovated in the fifties or sixties.”

We entered the shower and began to lather each other’s bodies, which of course led to a certain amount of playfulness. When we were clean and dry, we went back to the bed.

“Looks like we’re both ready for a replay,” I said.

“I’ve got time for a quickie.”

“You can’t spend the night?”

“Sorry, no. I’ve got to show a house out at the beach first thing tomorrow morning.”

I pulled him down onto the bed, and we began to work on each other’s erections. When we’d finished and were once again belly to belly, I said, “I have an appointment to play racquetball at seven in the morning, so I can promise you’ll be out the door by six thirty if you stay.”

“You talked me into it.”

We lay in the dark for a long time, cuddling and talking. “This house has a lot of potential,” he said. “Many garage apartments in the area have been razed, so that’s a plus.”

“Yeah. The house came with a tenant already in place, and the rental income carries the mortgage.”

“Mind if I ask what you paid for the house?”

“Not at all,” I said, and told him.

“You got a bargain.”

“Yeah. The sellers were highly motivated, and I waved a lot of cash in their faces, so they did a wrap-around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been what you’d call a big spender, so I’ve managed to set aside all of my bonuses on top of everything else.”

“No school loans to worry about?”

“Nope—full scholarships all the way through.”

“Good for you. Do you like being a lawyer?”

“I like it fine, but I’m not particularly happy doing what I’m doing right now.”

“Meaning?”

“We’re essentially a firm of ambulance chasers. You know, personal injury stuff and some criminal law. Even though I’ve made partner, my goal is to strike out on my own in a few years so I can practice the kind of law I want to.”

“Which is?”

“Probate, real estate, and particularly estate planning and elder law. Not as much money there, but a lot more satisfaction.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Let me set the alarm. Then we need to get to sleep.”

“No argument there.”

MY EYES OPENED, as they always do, a few minutes in advance of the alarm. Since I was spooned up against Rion, I carefully reached one arm across him to turn off the alarm. My morning wood was pressed against his ass, which gave me an idea. Somehow I managed to retrieve a condom and put it in place without disturbing him. My exploring finger determined that he was still well lubed from the night before, so I carefully guided my erection home. Reaching around him, I began to stroke his erection while I plumbed his depths, and he slowly came awake under my double ministrations.

“Hmmm. This is a nice wake-up call,” he said.

“I promised to get you up early—no pun intended.”

“So you did and so you have.”

It took me a long couple of minutes, but I managed to move around between his legs without totally breaking contact. Once I had his legs in the air, I began to pound his ass. Then I bent down and discovered that I could get his erection about halfway into my mouth while I f****d him.

When it was over, he said, “Now that was a wake-up call.”

“I woke up with your ass literally in my lap, so I couldn’t resist.”

I went to the guest bathroom and took care of business while he used the master bath. Later, as we were dressing, I said, “Coffee?”

“Thanks, but I’ll grab some on the way home to shower and change.”

I walked to the door with him, and we kissed again. “I’d like to see you again,” I said.

“Me too, but not for a couple of weeks.”

“Why?”

“You need some experience. I’ve seen a lot of guys get fixated on the first man they sleep with. Go out and get laid tonight, and tomorrow night, and repeat the process next weekend.”

“And then?”

“Some friends of mine are going to be at that gay clothing-optional place two weeks from now, and their travel trailer sleeps four. They’ve invited me down for the weekend and said I could bring a friend. Want to go?”

“You bet.”

“Then I’ll see you two weeks from last night, and we’ll be talking in the meantime, I’m sure.”

“Great.”

“A word of advice?”

“Sure.”

“You were entirely too forthcoming last night when we exchanged personal information. Whether you’re out to get laid or just have a good time, you need to be very wary of people in bars. For example, I never tell anyone where I work until I’ve known them for quite a while.”

“You told me.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t set off any warning bells, and I sensed that I could trust you. Believe me, when I tell you this—there are a few chronically unhappy gay men out there who delight in causing problems for other people. I could tell you lots of horror stories.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Good. Talk to you soon.”

While I stood in front of the mirror shaving, I reflected on the previous twelve hours. My reflection looked back at me.

“Had fun, didn’t you,” it said.

“You know I did.”

“And you’re gonna do it again tonight.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“What about Rosalie?”

“Rosalie who?”

“That was my line last night. Easy to say, not so easy to do. You don’t want a vindictive b***h riding your ass, so you’d best have a plan in place to let her down easy.”

“Yeah.”

“Telling her you’ve moved would be a good start.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. If she doesn’t call you today, you’d better call her.”

“I suppose.”

“Don’t be such a wuss—you found the courage to go to that bar last night, you found the courage to put a d**k in your mouth for the first time in your life, and you can find the courage to face a woman you don’t wish to see anymore.”

I wiped the last of the shaving cream off of my face, grabbed my gym bag, and headed to the car—I was already wearing workout attire.