The Attraction Of David

Chapter 14

I zeroed in on halting the sordid thoughts that had run wildly in my mind as Stan crept beside me, sitting close enough that his bare arm was brushing to my side, his skin against my own. The impossibly fresh scent of him, mixed with the smell of liquor as he exhaled through his mouth, was crumbling my composure.

I longingly stared at his brown irises. I f*****g love the s*x, so much so that I wished he would do something right now. I have noticed that his suggestive behavior and how provocative he was with his words were his tactic. He wanted me to go for it, go for him, let my guard down and succumb to the teasing.

“I want to talk more, Stan,” I exhaled my words out. It felt like my heart would explode out of my chest, and the alcohol was sensitizing my entire body. “I want for us to talk, for now. I want to know more about you.”

“You do, I know; but, for what? Have we not talked too much? We’d figure those s**t out in the long run.” His arm slightly brushed mine when he took his glass up, and my gaze followed the movement intently when he drank the liquid.

He caught my eyes with him when he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. My control was at my wit’s end, that my eyes had to look away from the impossibly tempting hard muscles he had, quickly remembering that there was a question that must be answered.

“To get to know each other, that’s why. I still want to talk more about... anything.”

My mouth wanted to say that I liked him to undress me already. His presence was steering me out of my lane. The warm breath of his that was hitting my neck was smoldering.

I grabbed the glass of JD and Coke, quenching not the damned thirst for liquid, but the heated stare he had given me. The hunger I have seen within his beautiful brown eyes was fervent. I wanted to undress him, lick every part of his body, taste him, own him.

I wanted to procure him, all of him.

“David,” he called, pulling me out of the trance.

I inhaled sharply. "Yes?"

“Should we still talk? That hard c**k of yours is jutting out. It's distracting the hell out of me."

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight.” As if on cue, he distanced himself, probably sparing me from the obvious goading that he was doing.

Jesus, enough of what?

He crossed his arms. “You’ve had enough of what? Enough of, let me guess, me? Even I wanted to f**k myself sometimes, it’s hard being me, David.”

Acting like I have never thought about this moment would arrive seemed like a stupid thing for him. He wanted something; I wanted what he wanted, and it was inevitable; we both wanted to f**k each other.

“So now that we’ve known our fundamentals, how about we talk about the boyfriend experience you’ve had with me?” Stan queried excitedly.

He moved to the far left side of the couch and stretched his legs, arms still crossed. “I’ll tell you what, I thoroughly enjoyed the time we’d spent together, David. You moaned like no other.”

It probably would have felt odd if it was a different setting, but thanks to the liquor, it made me at ease to discuss the moment that we’ve had last Sunday if he wanted to. Discussing s*x was something uncomfortable to me, and it should’ve felt weird. It could’ve been because my mind thought of it as something taboo. But the look on his face told me we had to go back to that night, so I stifled the thought.

“What do I like? The kissing. Definitely the kissing,” I said. He kissed like no other. His languid tongue prodding mine, and then traveling to the sides, while slightly sucking.

The provocative picture was instilled in my mind. It made my heart race. The smirk that he had given, without a doubt, was for him figuring out how my mind traveled back to that moment.

“Thinking about it, I’ll give you a rating of 3/5, David,” he laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “I knew you’d give me a 5, you’ve splurged for the service. Unsatisfied clients rarely pay the entire amount.”

I chuckled. “And why 3/5? Well, that hurts.”

Right, I was barely moving during our time together. How could I? The moment was too overwhelming and my body didn’t know exactly how to respond. Extreme amounts of pleasure can sometimes make people stationary.

“You’re a terrible kisser... and you aren’t responsive. You’re good-looking and such a turn-on, but you need to try harder with foreplay. Not because you paid means you’re going to be neglectful of my needs. There were a lot of things I wished you have said and done at that moment.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll work on that,” I said.

"Be confident, David. I'll help you out with it."

“I am not the most confident person, you know? I get all anxious too quickly, and I am awkward at times. I have never kissed a lot of guys before. You're impossibly good looking and you kissed me. I blanked out when you did."

“You didn’t seem like you blanked out in front of me. You looked like you were not excited or anything,” Stan said. “I even thought, f**k, maybe I was not his type. You looked uncomfortable before we were naked," he said.

“I was nervous,” I promptly replied. “I don’t get to do that all the time. I already, preemptively, made up scenarios in my head. Like, should I just walk away? Maybe I don’t exactly fit your type? What pushed me was the fact that I was paying for the service. You don’t get to have a different choice but to stomach me.”

“You’re a terrible kisser,” he teased. “All you did was open your mouth and wag your tongue. That was, well, really bad.”

I felt like gagging on his comment. Was I really that bad? I mean, yeah, I was not the best kisser. I pictured how well he did me, how deft his hands were, how seductive were his guttural sounds. It was intoxicating. I was his opposite during that moment. I was in such pleasure that I was not able to think about him anymore.

I sighed. "Yeah… I didn't know what I would do back then. I thought my lack of experience would kill the vibe, so I just… not tried, I'm sorry."

He reached for my face, cupping my left cheek with his hand. “With this face? You can not move at all and let me do all the work, I won’t even complain. You clearly do not know how attractive you are, it’s driving me insane why you’re so unsure of yourself.”

I inhaled sharply, gazing at him. “Stop flattering me.”

“I am not flattering you, damn it. You really are a looker. You just have to give a bit of effort to boost your confidence. Have you not noticed how people looked at you back at the pub? They wanted you, they were staring at you.”

“Really?” I didn’t know if I asked him or myself. I just stared at his brown irises. His words were driving me crazy.

He nodded and quirked his lips. "Yes, really."

How f*****g good he was to make me feel so likable, to make me feel high and just get lost in it. It was becoming too frequent that I couldn't even think about not wanting to let that emotion go.

“You’re blanking out again,” he whispered in his deep voice. “Were you always so easy to goad, David? I just told you things you should know, and here you are, lost in your thoughts,” he moved his hand away, distancing himself again.

I broke our eye contact and inhaled deeply. “God, I feel like a f*****g teenager. I feel like a silly mutt when you’re around and it’s already becoming unhealthy. God, the feelings I feel when you touch me when you say things like that to me. And I don’t know what’s driving me to say this s**t to you.”

He chuckled. “Do I? Wow, that’s f*****g adorable, David. I like it, I really do. Alright, you've mentioned teenager... I’d bet you must’ve broken hearts from before when you were young."

One second he was seducing me, and then unexpectedly, he’d divert the conversation into something so far-fetched from the latter. And what did I do? Nothing. He even made me blurt out s**t that was too damned cheesy and it boggled me how easily he made me do that. Regardless, I sighed. Well, this was better. I didn’t want our conversation to focus just on s*x.

“Not really. I told you I was not the most confident. I looked like an anti-social, depressed emo when I was younger. I couldn’t even believe how much I have changed,” I answered, thinking about my teenage years.

I didn’t get to choose a different look back then. Emo attire was the bomb during those years. Well, I have never really been fond of that look. I just had to commit to the look and follow the crowd to fit in.

“Oh, really? Tell me more about it,” he coaxed and poured himself another glass of Lemmy.

“I was the most awkward teenager you could picture. I had some friends and at least knew how to laugh, but it felt like... you know, I was uncertain of my identity. I fell in love with some girls, had crushed with those cute guys. And those years were the ones that confused me, I never knew what it meant. I mean, how would you explain bisexuality to a struggling fourteen-year-old pseudo-emo kid?” I said.

“I understand. With your family, do you talk about things with them? Like, you were seeing guys, stuff like that, since you told me you’re bisexual?" He took a swig, wincing as he swallowed.

“We don’t talk much about it. It’s something that as much as possible, we avoid traversing into. It’s not that it made me feel uncomfortable, but it might make people who know about it not comfortable enough. Some facts should be known, but not discussed.”

“So, you have not told them about this, yet, I suppose?” he queried.

I knew he was not ready to let people know. Fortunately, it was only Aris and Davion who’d known about him. And I didn’t know where all of this was heading to as well. Letting people know did not even cross my mind until he’d mentioned it, and as the question dangled in the air like it was something that had to be tackled, a smile came curved on my mouth.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I answered him, knowing that I did. It made him nod ahead, and it tugged on my heart a bit when he had given that enthralling smile that I always adored seeing.

“Ever f****d a girl, David?” His question came out in the most casual tone.

I chuckled at how flippant he sputtered his query. “I did, of course. Excuse me, sir, why did you even ask such an absurd question?”

“Well, I’m just curious. You look handsome for you to not have f****d some women before. They must’ve paraded themselves in front of you, eh?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t take heed, seriously,” I answered. “Yeah, what’s with the girls? Why were you suddenly interested?” I imploringly shot an eyebrow up.

“What if, let’s say, the tables have turned? You’ve had your fun with me and thought, well maybe a p***y is what I really wanted, and I fell so hard for you, David, and I was here, stuck in this room, yeah?”

I frowned. “I never really thought about that. Do you think I would do that?”

“Why not?” he demanded. “You’re bisexual, you can like a p***y any time of the day, David.”

“I guarantee you I won’t. Was our bargain not enough?”

“What guarantee have you given?”

I never imagined that he would think of such a ludicrous thing. And the more I thought about the question, the more concerned his face looked like. He was as iffy of this situation as I was.

“My feelings for you,” I answered.

“Your feelings, right? What if one day you woke up, and then those feelings just - poof - gone, what’s in it for me after that?”

His series of queries made me want to laugh. But I didn’t. “They won’t, I’m sure,” I answered quickly.

"You're too good-looking to make that promise, David."

"I promise you that I won't, don't be bothered by it. I only got my eyes on you, Stan. Just you."

He had let out a worried exhale. “Now I’m unnerved. Who knows? You’ve got the tendency to fall for someone too quickly, I’m just making sure that you’ll not jilt and wave goodbye like nothing happened.”

“That’s f*****g bullshit. I won’t ever do that, I promise you. Just believe me when I say I won’t. I am not like that, Stanley. I will never do something like that to you, I’m old enough for that shit.”

He stared at me, and I could hear the pounding in my chest at this point. “I’d count on you. I can sense your honesty. Such a bad thing being with someone gorgeous, it’s making me paranoid, David. I’m sorry, I know you don’t look like a lothario or anything, just making sure.”

“It’s okay, I’m... flattered that you have called me attractive again. I think you are, too.”

He did that dramatic pause again, and I had no choice but to wait around for the burden of light apprehension to fully compose in my body. It was like he was building up the pressure whenever he would stop with the conversation, and the blast must be deduced when the next words had been thrown.

I already lost count of how much information he unearthed tonight. He asked a lot, and I would not deny that some of them were too personal to be known by someone whom I only met last week. My mind had realized how gullible I was with him. All he had to do was ask, and I would not even hesitate to give him the answer. God have mercy on me.

I had no choice but to wait as he concocted something, and I took another swig of the liquor as he did. He’s probably gonna say random s**t again or pursue the fatuous thought of me, jumping onto a p***y once I got tired of him. He got a knack for being spontaneous and sleazy when he wanted to.

I had to act upon the looming silence, so I cleared my throat. “What if you were the one who got tired? Have you asked yourself about it? It’s only been a week. And looking at you? You look… promiscuous."

He chuckled. “That’s unflattering. The humor in that, David, of course, I won’t. I could’ve kicked you out of my condo if I didn’t want to try this s**t with you.”

"You had s*x with someone last week, you told me last night," I said. "How could I not tell you that?"

He reactively arched his eyebrow. "You left without a warning, you did not call nor texted me, and you'd expect me to keep my hands to myself? Yes, I missed your scent and how good it felt having you under my body, but I didn't want to wallow on longing, David."

“Fair enough,” I sighed, seeing the satisfaction in the face of the man beside me. “Now that we’ve cleared that out, what’s to expect? You’re good at surprising me with your snap questions.”

The audacity of him to ask me such risible questions. And how ironic was it, I thought all along, I was the only one who was having the uncertainty.

“Want to hear another one?” Stan smirked.

“Fire it away.”

“If time would come, would you consider f*****g me in the ass and sucking my c**k, David?”

The question came out of him while I was downing the liquid, that I almost blew the liquor out of my mouth.

My eyes darted a quick look at his face and had seen the delight in his expression. The query came unexpectedly, that I took a momentary pause.

“Why would you f*****g ask that out of nowhere?” The incredulousness in the tone of my voice was evident enough that it would surprise me if he had not gotten a hint. It was as if the question was something so trivial and it shouldn’t shock me.

“Would you? Or would you not?” he pursued, grinning impishly as he did.

“I would, of course,” I answered, sensing the incoming quip that might come after my unsurprising affirmation.

The straightforwardness in the way he asked the questions was overwhelming. I mean, it was fine if they were just mundane stuff, but he was always leaning towards s*x.

The gratification that had lingered far too long in his countenance was disturbing. I knew he had the buzz at this point. If there was one thing that I had known about him without me having to ask, it was the fact that he tends to run his mouth more once the alcohol kicked in.

Also, the level of his sordidness was no other, and I still remembered how shell-shocked I was from last night when he had told me that my c*m tasted like a f*****g ripe banana. What bothered me more was how handsy he was with me, and right now, the probability of it happening again was already close to a hundred.

“With? f*****g me, or sucking me? Or both?” He crossed his legs and his arms. “Why are you blushing? Seriously, you’re blushing, did that fluster you?”

It occurred to me that I was enjoying the teasing. I loved how f*****g dirty he was. I shifted to face his direction and crossed my legs, obscuring the erection I was having. He was so f*****g good-looking in his tank tops that I wondered how I managed to hit the jackpot. I knew I was getting drunk, and I didn’t give a damn that we were both eye f*****g each other.

“You’re so damned good at this, really,” I shook my head at him, accepting the fact that I was close, so f*****g close to losing all my sense of control. “With both.”

"So good with what, David?"

"You're good at enticing me. You're doing this on purpose."

"Yes, I am. Now, why don't you come here so you can sit on my c**k?"

The smile he had was no longer there. His lips were now pressed together. I knew what we both wanted, and he had waited for it. I moved forward, kissing the side of his jaw, down to his neck. A small sigh came out of him. His hand moved to my face, down to the arm, down to my leg, to the bulge that was cradled inside my pants.

“I have waited for this, you’re all I’m thinking about for the entire week,” he whispered. His hand moved to the inseam of my jeans, that breathing became a hard thing to do. “Have you brought condoms with you?” he breathed out, moving his hand back and forth my strained rod.

“Oh, f**k,” I gritted my teeth, leaning away from him, both my shaking arms supporting my weight. “I didn’t.”

He groaned. “f**k you, really,” he sputtered, straightening his poise and beckoning me to straddle him. “Of all the things you’ll forget, what the f**k, David.”

I kicked my shoes out and removed my socks, tossing them to the floor. I climbed on top of him, and my action made him lean on the couch. I stared down at his obnoxiously handsome face, combing away the damp hair that had covered his right eye. Those beautiful brown eyes, hooded with lust and inebriation under those archly curved lashes that looked so luscious.

He grabbed my arms and snaked them around his neck, allowing himself to be encapsulated. “I mean, we can kiss the night away, that’s fine with you, I hope?” he questioned, knowing the answer that I would give, knowing that the way he teased me earlier, the way he teased me since I have arrived here, were more than enough for a yes.

“I could suck your c**k if you want,” I breathed out, snaking an arm down to his sweatpants, feeling the thick shaft that was pleading for release. “I’m not the best cocksucker in town, but I will try. I will, for you.”

He sighed. "You would, for me?"

"I will, just for you."

My lips brushed against his neck, moving up to his jaw, the stubble of his, prickly to the skin. His breath shallowed, and a hiss came out of him when my teeth nipped on the skin of his neck. I was having a hard time with what I wanted to do, where I wanted to start, where I should focus. The big and throbbing bulge that was nestled in between his legs felt hot on my palm, and his scent was tearing through my coherence. It felt like I would come with a single touch from him, and I had never felt such kind of emotion before.

“Please do,” he held on my cheek, positioning my head to meet his fervent stare to get lost in those beautiful brown eyes. “I beg you, please do. Try it for me, David."

I willed myself to not tell him how much I loved the way he begged for it. The surrender that he had given had made me move down to my knees. He parted his legs wide, the thick and confined hardness of his, jutting from within the fabric.

“Seriously, I changed my mind,” I jested, making him groan in frustration.

He hoisted himself up, uncovering the long and proud flesh that was thumping, the shade of red under the lights. His pre-ejaculate was streaming from the tip of the wide crest, sheening, wanting to be licked and savored by my ravenous tongue.

“Changed your mind with this, or with me? f**k you if you did, David,” he huffed, gritting his teeth.

“With none, really.” I flicked my tongue over the plump tip, tasting the saltiness of the excitement he had. I ran it around the crown, down to his burning length. A groan came out of him when I circled my hand around it. I looked up, seeing that his head was leaned back on the couch, his breathing, labored.

"This is, well, really big," I said. "f*****g hell, could I even fit this fat meat of yours in my mouth?"

He hissed. "Yeah, my f*****g pride and joy. You can go ahead."

The salty taste of liquid from the tip of his erection permeated in my mouth when I took him in, coaxed by the slow rhythmic jerking of my left hand. I peered up, more enlivened when our eyes met. With the newfound motivation to please him when his hand caressed my cheek, I tried taking him in deeper, unsure, and slowly with my unpracticed mouth.

I took him, feeling the heat of his skin almost at the back of my throat, making me gag, my eyes lightly tearing up. I felt ashamed when I stared back up. He bit his lip, hiding his amusement. My c**k was aching between my legs, and it felt like I would come in my pants by simply ingratiating him.

“Open your mouth wider, David. Don’t breathe through your mouth, try to lap your tongue around the shaft,” he instructed.

"You're enormous, I can't breathe," I exhaled, looking at the thick rod of his, sheening with the wetness of my saliva.

"Breath through your nose. Run your tongue up from the head, then take it in slowly."

A sigh came out of him as I did. Having all of him was hard. His flesh was stretching my mouth, and my drool was dribbling down to his sac, making the motion of my hand around his length more fluid.

I released him again and took a long drag of air in, my mouth feeling the strain of suckling around the twitching hardness of his. I was intoxicated in his taste, the brininess of his skin, the way he looked down at me, and the heat of rigid meat around my hand.

“So f*****g good,” he thrusted upwards, my hand around him, my mouth suckling hard on the head, down to his shaft. I looked up and saw that he was gritting his teeth, and the unrelenting ardor in his eyes wheedled me into seizing him deeper.

He huffed out loudly. "Oh, f*****g hell, that’s it. Your tongue… oh, my god, David. So fuckin' good."

I coughed, bobbing my head up and down. I withdrew my grip on his length and moved my hand to his legs, caressing the hard muscles tightening as he hoisted up to f**k my mouth. His hand took hold of my hair when he started to move on his own.

I surrendered my mouth to him, my shirt damped in my sweat. A groan came out of me when he held my nape and forced all his hardness in my mouth, my nose pressed against the base.

I constricted a hand around him and pulled away. “I need to f*****g breathe,” I muttered, heaving in for air. I looked up at him again. His eyes were now closed, and I knew he had not perceived my words when I uttered them.

Sweat was beading on his face, and the falter in his sharp breaths made me smirk. I was not the best with felatio, but the way he reacted to my touch, how he cried in satisfaction, was enough to drive me into making him feel how much I enjoyed doing this to him.

His thrusts were pacing up. I yearned to show him I wanted it, that I wanted him. I did by accepting him in again, sucking and lapping using my mouth while my head adjoined the fast upward pumps of his hips.

I ran my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down continually, relishing the warmth emanated by his length, supported by the hand that was clamping him around the base. Granting him the satisfaction was driving me mad. The rapture that his guttural groan had made within my body was uncontainable, that my rod shuddered in my pants as he did so around my grasp.

Stan’s hand twisted in my hair and a moan came out of him as his thick shaft pulsated in my mouth. I gagged, tasting the salty stream of fluid projecting into my throat as he came. I pulled away, swallowing the thick and hot texture of his orgasm, the unwelcomed saltiness, pervading my taste buds.

"Don't stop, David. Oh, god, don't stop." His strong legs coiled around my body. "God, please, don't stop."

I fisted his length as he hoisted his hips upwards, my hand moving down the thick and throbbing base as the other kneaded on his heavy sac. Hot spurts of liquid abundantly jetted up his clothes and my hands. He cursed my name, then ultimately collapsed down the couch, tensed and exhausted from the aftermath of his release.

“That’s how f*****g sure I was with you,” I panted out, watching his face.

My eyes met his stare when he opened his, and I ran my tongue in the space of my fingers, surprised at how much I yearned for the taste of his desire.

“You’re perfect, David, Jesus f**k,” he padded the sides of my mouth, scooping the wetness of his release across my lips and chin. "Take it all in, every drop of it, show me."

"I will," I breathed out. My mouth instinctively parted.

He wrung his crimson flesh, and more of his desire oozed out. “You did it for me. Take off your pants," he said, bringing his glazed fingers into my mouth, lapping his release against my tongue.

I swallowed. “You don’t have to,” I whispered, inexplicably satisfied with what I had done to him for tonight. “On another time, you owe me one.”

“Well, I don’t want to be indebted,” he panted out. “Please, let me,” he grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Stan groaned, his tongue, plunging into my mouth. The kiss was quick and unrestrained.

I pulled away promptly and caught my breath. “Just knowing that you came is all that matters,” I huffed my words out. I looked at his thick rod, plopped down and still hard. “How was it?” I asked.

He smirked. “Life’s too fuckin’ short to pretend I didn’t like it.”

I stood up, aware of the tent in my pants. I grabbed the pack of cigarettes in my pocket and walked to the balcony, letting the blast of wind ease the heat of my body. I knew I only smoke when I’m nervous, but I suddenly remembered; I also f*****g did whenever I’m satisfied.