Snapshots

Cow Pie Bingo-4

It was probably unfortunate that Evan had time to think on the drive to Gary’s place, although that reinforced his resolve to get this step completed so he could quit agonizing over the details and concentrate on getting to know Gary. What exactly would they be doing? Blow jobs? f*****g? Evan had been on the receiving end of enough blow jobs in his life, and he’d gotten off, sure, but it hadn’t felt any more special than what he could accomplish with his own hand. Was that because they’d been given by women, and he didn’t feel particularly attracted to the opposite s*x? Would it be different with a man who’d sent a shiver down his spine with a simple kiss? Or with a hint of stubble brushing against his thighs?

Likewise, he’d never pursued anal penetration with his ex-wife or any of his ex-girlfriends and wasn’t sure how to go about that either. Would being on the receiving end of anal s*x be painful? His research had brought up conflicting accounts.

Gary turned into the driveway of a small Cape Cod-style house. Several lilac trees grew in the front yard, winterberry red sprite shrubs across the front of the house, and a bed of wild flowers along the side. Evan pulled his black ’06 Jeep Wrangler in behind Gary’s red ’68 GTO.

“Nice car,” Evan said.

“Thank you. I’m working on overhauling it on weekends. Well, when I’m not sitting in a dunking tank, anyway.”

Evan snickered at the memory of Gary dropping into the water. “That’s something I never learned how to do—work on cars. Is it fun?”

“Yeah, I think so. I find it relaxing.”

“Cool.”

Gary smiled and motioned for Evan to follow him. Inside, Gary’s house was as neat and tidy as his yard. He walked to the stereo and put in a CD. Iron and Wine started singing “Cinder and Smoke.” It was nice mood music, and some of the tension released from Evan’s stiff muscles.

Gary turned to Evan, still standing in the entryway, and crooked a finger, summoning him. Evan smiled and closed the gap. Gathering every bit of courage he could muster, he placed his hands on the sides of Gary’s face and kissed him. Gary’s arms immediately enveloped Evan in a muscular embrace.

Evan’s instincts took over. His concerns faded as he melted into Gary, arms grasping around the man’s neck, and mouth opening as Gary’s tongue invaded and explored. Gary’s mouth was hot. The masculine flavor with just a hint of vanilla latte was so different from Evan’s past experiences, and he pushed back, his tongue dueling with Gary’s. The man’s hands roughly caressed his back, then moved lower to knead his ass and pull him in tight.

Trembling, Evan was consumed by the onslaught of sensations. The large, hard bulge in Gary’s jeans ground forcefully against his own. His fingers tingled with the need to touch…to explore. He’d never had such a crushingly passionate reaction to another person. Not in his entire life.

Breaking the kiss, Evan pushed away from Gary, breathing hard.

Gary took a step backward. He scratched his temple as if confused, but gave Evan some space. “What is it? Do you want me to stop?”

Evan took a deep breath and looked into Gary’s eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming. I’m going to blow in about ten seconds if I don’t get myself under control.”

Gary sprang into action. He closed the gap between them and tore open Evan’s jeans, yanking them down as he sank to his knees. He clutched Evan’s hip with one hand and grabbed the base of his erection with the other.

Evan’s head fell back. The fear and uncertainty he’d felt earlier dissipated completely. His entire body was warm and tingling. Gary’s mouth was hot and wet and generous, allowing Evan to thrust in.

Ten seconds had been a good estimate. Ten seconds and four thrusts was all it took. Evan’s legs shook as a burning heat raced up his spine. He shouted as he came, the force of his orgasm leaving him gasping for breath. Evan’s body convulsed as he gripped the man’s hair. Gary’s hands were all that kept him upright.

Gary leaned back and peered up, then loosened the grip on Evan’s hips and drew him down to his knees. Leaning in, Gary captured Evan’s mouth with a searing kiss.

Long minutes passed as their kiss slowed to tender nibbles, and finally their mouths separated. Evan wore a spontaneous grin as Gary smiled smugly.

After catching his breath, Evan managed to speak. “Damn, that was amazing. But, what about you? Do you want me to do that for you, too?”

Even as he said the words, he was unsure of himself. Could he make an experienced man like Gary feel as good? He felt strangely unconcerned about whether or not he’d enjoy the experience himself, and tingled at the thought of having the opportunity.

“No, babe, not this time. I’d really like to take this into the bedroom.” Gary angled his head to the side. “Are you okay with that? With putting those supplies you were so concerned about to good use?”

At that moment, Evan would have granted Gary pretty much anything. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” His voice trembled, but he added a nod to back up his words.

Gary’s smile was soothing as he helped Evan to his feet. Evan toed off his shoes and kicked out of his pants and underwear, then followed Gary into the bedroom.

Gary turned and pulled off his T-shirt. Evan’s face heated as he gazed at Gary’s bare torso. A smattering of dark blond hair across Gary’s broad, well-built chest trailed down his taut abs, disappearing into low-riding jeans.

Evan’s skin prickled, sensing Gary’s eyes on him as he finished undressing, removing his socks and pulling off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then he stood in place, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Gary’s eyes darkened, and he nodded, as if to convey his approval. Then he crossed his arms and stared intently at Evan. “Take off my jeans.”

Evan sent Gary a questioning look at the directness of the request. No, it was a command. But he unfastened and unzipped the blue jeans, then dropped to his knees.

Gary stepped out of the jeans and raised his feet one at a time so Evan could remove his socks. Evan lowered Gary’s boxer briefs, then sucked in his breath as Gary’s c**k swung free, bobbing in front of his face.

It was tempting—Evan wanted to experience everything—but Gary had said he didn’t want a blow job today, so he stood and faced the man, waiting for further instruction. Gary opened his arms, and Evan stepped into the embrace.

Evan groaned as their lips met, and he moved against Gary’s body. His own shaft hardened as he ground his hips against another man’s, skin to skin, finally experiencing what he’d only fantasized about in the past.

Gary broke the kiss and stepped back. He took Evan’s hand and led him to the king-sized bed. Gary pulled down the covers and they climbed in.

Gary covered Evan’s body with his own. Their mouths pressed together, tongues probing. Evan ran steady hands down Gary’s back, cupping that tight ass as he drove his hips upward. No longer surprised by his intense physical reaction to being with another man, he spread his thighs as Gary settled between them.

Gary reached to the nightstand and opened a drawer. He removed a condom and a small bottle of lube and placed them on the bed beside them.

Gary’s hand cupped Evan’s face, while his eyes turned serious. “Are you ready for this? Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Evan pressed his cheek into Gary’s hand. The thumb tracing back and forth along his jaw managed to simultaneously thrill him and calm his anxiety. “I can’t say I’m not a little nervous, but I do want this.”

Gary nodded and lightly kissed the nape of Evan’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispered. After snapping open the bottle of lube, he squeezed some onto his fingers. “I need you to pull your legs back. I’m going to get you ready.”

Evan resisted the urge to cover his face with his hands. He felt so incredibly exposed as he grabbed behind his knees and hiked back his legs. Gary’s coarse fingertips, cool and slick, prepared him.

Closing his eyes, Evan inhaled deeply and blew out a shaky breath. Gary’s warm body pressed against him, and he became aware of a hot tongue dragging over his n****e. He writhed, emptying his mind of all worry, and allowed his present hyperawareness to Gary’s touch to control his reactions.

The feel of a man’s rough tongue, a hard, muscular body rubbing against his own, and the strange fullness of anything in his ass, combined to recharge his s****l batteries in a manner he’d never before experienced. His heart pounded. Could Gary feel it, too?

Evan arched reflexively and moaned, letting the sensations reclaim him. He felt empty as Gary’s fingers left him, then heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper opening. When the pressure returned, it was Gary’s c**k at his entrance instead of his fingers. The stretch stung as his muscle resisted. Evan took a deep breath and relaxed as Gary pushed through. He gasped at the incredible fullness that came with Gary’s balls pressed tightly against his backside.

Evan opened his eyes and found himself looking directly into Gary’s deep blue gaze. The man raised his eyebrows inquiringly. Evan huffed out a breath as his body further relaxed. He’d been serious about hoping this would turn into more than a one-night stand, so it was a relief that Gary showed concern for how he was feeling at this meaningful moment.

Grinning, Gary teased Evan’s lips with light nibbles. Evan deepened the kiss and moved his hands to Gary’s waist.

Gary captured Evan’s tongue and sucked. Although assertive and forceful in his actions, the man scrutinized Evan’s reactions and adjusted accordingly. Forceful did not equate to inflexible or selfish, and Evan found himself enjoying the more deferential role in their play. In the past, he’d always been expected to be the sole aggressor, so now it felt as if a weighty burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Evan lifted his hips upward, grinding his c**k against Gary’s tight abs, and Gary started to move. He pulled out and plunged back in, then began rhythmically thrusting.

Evan groaned as Gary repeatedly grazed his prostate, and his hands roamed lower, clutching Gary’s hips as they slammed against him. Breathe, Evan repeatedly reminded himself.

No amount of research, nothing he’d imagined, had prepared him for this. The waves of pleasure shooting through him were so much more than a manifestation of the surface physical aspect of Gary’s touch. It was the way his heart raced when large muscular arms wrapped around him, or strong hands held him firmly in place. It was how his breath quickened at the deep timbre of the growls at his ear. It was the intoxicating masculine spice invading his nostrils, and the thrill of being the object of another man’s passion.

Sweat dripped onto his face, but it did nothing to cool the heat pouring off his body. He gasped as fire raced through his balls, and his movements became frantic as his breath quickened and his need grew.

Gary took hold of Evan’s aching c**k and pumped it. Evan’s balls, tight and drawn up, craved relief.

“Come, baby. Come on, Evan. Come for me, babe.” Gary’s voice was low and ragged in Evan’s ear.

A corner of Evan’s brain wasn’t sure how he felt about Gary’s endearments, but the desperation in that voice sent him right over the edge. Gary stabbed forcefully into him, and Evan roared as he found his release.

Evan groaned loudly as Gary thrust into him three more times, then stopped as his own body stiffened and started to jerk, adding his own groans to Evan’s.

As Evan’s breathing slowed, he caressed Gary’s back. Gary relaxed and pulled out, then lowered his body and softly kissed Evan’s lips. He looked into Evan’s eyes and smiled. “You’re okay, babe?”

Evan smiled weakly back. “I’m more than okay, thank you. I’m happy.” Happy to finally know what he’d been missing all these years.

* * * *

Evan woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing in the living room from his jeans pocket. He rolled away from the warm body and hurried to answer it.

He glanced at the dried spunk on his abs and smiled. “Hello?”

“Evan!” squealed Karen. “Oh, my God. You hit the jackpot!”

Evan laughed. “I know.”

“You do? How did you find out?”

Scratching his head, he asked, “Uh, what are you talking about?”

“What did you think I was talking about? Oh, my God, did you set up a date at the kissing booth?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I’ll tell you about it later. So, what jackpot?”

“You won the Cow Pie Bingo. It’s one hundred dollars.”

“You’re kidding. The cow crapped in my square?”

Karen hooted. “Yeah, it was a riot. That ridiculous cow wandered around for ten minutes. Everyone was standing at the fence, trying to lure her in the direction of their own squares.”

“I’m sorry I missed it. Hey, just add the prize to the fundraiser donations, okay?”

“I knew you’d say that, Evan. And thank you again so very much for helping out today. I owe you one.”

He laughed again. “No you don’t, and you were right. I owe you.”