Pivot

Chapter 1-3

When Darren showed up at my front door Friday night with a bottle of wine in his hand, I almost jumped him right there in the hallway, but I didn’t. I invited him in, hung his jacket in the closet, and thanked him for the wine as I took it from his cold hands. He was wearing a tight long-sleeved black T-shirt that showed off his biceps and chest, dark gray pants, and black boots. When he asked if he could take his boots off so he wouldn’t scuff my hardwood floors, I was tempted to tell him he could take off whatever he wanted.

“Sure,” I said before telling him that I’d pour us each a glass of wine. When I returned from the kitchen with a glass of Merlot for each of us, Darren was checking out my living room.

“You have a nice place,” he said.

“Thanks. I bought it about three years ago. I lived in a smaller unit on another floor and when this one came up for sale, I decided to sell my place and put in an offer for this one. Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.”

I showed Darren around my two-bedroom, two-bath condo. It was in a high-rise building not far from my dental office, so I often walked to and from work, mingling with the businesspeople and tourists who filled the streets of downtown Chicago. The spare bedroom was used as an office, but I kept a loveseat there that pulled out into a bed in case I had an overnight guest who, for whatever reason, wouldn’t be sleeping with me.

When we got to the master bedroom, I forced myself to tamp down the urge to push Darren onto the bed and do all of the things I’d jerked off in the shower earlier imagining I’d do to him. Instead, I avoided the bed entirely and showed him the walk-in closet and en suite bathroom complete with a marble-tiled shower and matching double sinks.

“Did the condo come like this?” Darren asked.

“No. This place hadn’t really been upgraded at all, so that’s why I got such a good deal on it. I did most of the renovations myself. Well, I didn’t actually do them. I paid for someone else to do them.” I stopped then, fearing I would continue rambling if I didn’t.

“It’s beautiful,” he said before sitting down on the edge of my bed.

Seeing him sitting there made me crazy. I knew I had two choices. Either I could jump on him and f**k him senseless, or I could get away from him and insist we go back to the living room and enjoy the wonderful dinner I’d prepared. Darren’s eyes met mine and I knew in an instant what my next move would be. Dinner would have to wait.

I was on top of him like a cheetah taking down a gazelle. My mouth was hot against his as I pressed him into the mattress. I kept worrying that he’d push me away, but he didn’t. He welcomed my advances, wrapping his arms around me and pushing his tongue into my mouth. It had been a long time since I’d been so turned on by a man. Hell, it had been a while since I’d been with a man period. I didn’t want to scare Darren off, but my lust for him was on the verge of being uncontrollable.

“Damn, Mark,” he said breathlessly during a brief interlude from our makeout session.

Here it comes, I thought. He’s going to put the brakes on this and tell me I’m moving too fast. I prepared myself for rejection, but what I got instead was a question. Darren pressed his lips to my ear and asked, “What do you want to do to me?”

I said the first thing that came to mind. “Everything.”

He smiled and pulled his shirt off over his head. His chest was smooth and the same caramel color as the rest of him. I licked each of his dark n*****s before sinking to my knees in front of him. I undid Darren’s pants and pulled them and his shorts off before taking his c**k into my mouth. He tasted as good as I knew he would and sucking him just made me even more eager to f**k him. He moaned and writhed on the bed as he ran his long fingers through my hair. As much as I loved having him in my mouth, my own c**k felt like it was going to burst out of my pants. I needed to get off and I hoped Darren would let me get inside of him. We hadn’t discussed who would do the f*****g and who would get f****d and I had no idea whether Darren was a top, bottom, or all of the above. I, on the other hand, hadn’t let a man f**k me since I was in college. But if letting Darren top me was the price I’d have to pay in order to be with him, then I was willing to assume the position.

I pulled away from him and sat back on my haunches. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, obviously wondering why the oral part of the program had stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

“Darren, I want to f**k you. Are you okay with that?”

He smiled and said nothing as he rolled over onto his stomach and presented the globes of his glorious ass to me. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. My hands were shaking as I grabbed lube and a condom from my night stand drawer. I wasn’t nervous, just anxious. After rolling on the condom, I lubed Darren’s ass and slid a finger inside of him, causing him to moan.

“Are you ready?” I asked as I straddled him.

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door,” he said. “f**k me, Mark.”

I slid into him slowly, gripping his shoulders as I worked my way inside. He pushed back against me, eager to take more of my c**k. Once we got our positioning right, I started to f**k him, gently at first and then faster and harder. Watching my c**k slide in and out of his perfect ass was almost as erotic as actually f*****g him. Every moan and every gasp that came out of his mouth pushed me a little further over the edge, but something was missing. f*****g him from behind, as good as it was, didn’t really allow me to see his face and I wanted to look at him. I wanted to see the pleasure in his eyes and watch him come, so I pulled out, turned him over, and grasped the backs of his thighs so I could open him up. He pulled me to him for a kiss as I drove into him again. Our bodies had such a wonderful rhythm together that I felt delirious. I came hard and I could feel a trickle of sweat rolling down the small of my back as I shot my load into the condom. Darren came shortly after I did, spurting onto his hand and stomach.

After forcing myself from the bed to remove my condom and get a towel for Darren to clean himself with, I looked at him sprawled across my sheets and asked if he would spend the night with me. He didn’t even hesitate in responding, “Yes.”