Gale/Randy RPS
NC-17
The first time it happened he was teaching me how to play poker and we were
drinking red wine like it was water. We finished one bottle, opened a second,
finished that and opened a third. Half way through number three we had blue
teeth and blood shot eyes. Gale slurred about how there was no way he could
operate heavy machinery. I didn’t argue, but I did glance down at his dick.
When the spades turned to clubs and the clubs turned to diamonds and the
diamonds started slicing into my aching heart, I put the cards down on the
coffee table. I moved over beside him and we sat shoulder-to-shoulder staring
at my television (which wasn’t on).
Then we started talking about the various reasons it’s good to know how to play
poker. He listed impressing women and potentially hitting it big in Vegas. His
eyes glossed over like it was something he actually fantasized about. It
occurred to me that maybe I didn’t really know Gale at all. I mean, we’d only
been stripping down and filming porn together for three years.
I thought about Gale in Vegas, pimped out at a poker table with a hooker on
either arm. I shook my head at the vision to get it to dislodge from my mind.
Then I picked up his left hand and rubbed his palm for a minute before placing
the first two fingers in my mouth. He watched with wide eyes like no one had
ever sucked any part of him before that moment. It had nothing to do with
playing poker, but having part of him in inside of me felt better than any
royal straight flush. He watched with a detached fascination like the fingers
belonged to someone else.
Alcohol makes the memory foggy at best, but I know things went on like that for
a long time. I spent minutes with each of his fingers in my mouth, and a long
time on his thumb in particular. I think I would have swallowed his hand whole
if I could have figured out how. Gives new meaning to fisting I suppose.
He let me go on licking and nipping and sucking on his hand for what seemed
like forever. I watched him watch me and that was more of a turn on than
anything else. He seemed interested and willing, which was more than I’d hoped
for.
Finally he took his hand back and a pain sliced through my gut. I watched, wide
eyed, and waited for him to do something…anything. I simultaneously prayed for
him to get up and leave. If he didn’t, I couldn’t be held responsible for what
might happen.
And then he kissed me. He moved in quickly, took my head in his hands. Our
slick lips slid together and our tongues touched with a little reservation. I
can’t explain how it felt new, but it was like we were kissing for the first
time. I guess we were. Gale and I.
I was so careful with him, like any sudden move might break the spell. I moved
up onto my knees and he followed suit. Then I slid my hands around his waist,
letting my fingers barely brush the inch of bare skin they found there. I
shivered when he released a quiet moan from the back of his throat. I sucked it
in and swallowed it, hoping I could replay it later when I was trying to
convince myself that this was not a dream.
I finally mustered the courage to press our bodies together. I knew his dick
would hit my stomach and every muscle in my torso tensed waiting for the
contact.
He was hard.
The world was suddenly a better place.
A million scenes of bump and grind and grip and grope and he’d never really
been anything more than half-mast from the friction. Now, just from kissing, he
was rock hard.
I reached down between us without even realizing what I was doing. My need to
touch him far outweighed any rational thought in my brain. Sure I’d seen it
before, but never hard like this, never hard for me.
I got the first two buttons undone when he stopped me. He pulled back letting
his hands drop from my waist. He looked at me like he might ask me a question
and then he laid down on my couch. I stayed on my knees, perfectly still, for a
long time. Finally his hand came up and curled around the back of my neck,
guiding me toward his crotch.
I opened the rest of his button fly and pulled out what I already knew was a
perfectly formed, beautifully colored, eight-inch, cut cock. Exactly what every
gay man prays he’ll find each time he undresses a new lover.
I licked and sucked and kissed and mouthed the tight silky skin with wonder.
I’d had cock in my mouth before, a lot of it actually, but nothing quite like
his. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. His thighs fell open and
every muscle in his body got tense and wound up tight from that pressure that
rises up inside of you when an orgasm is building.
I sucked on him slowly for a while, paying attention to the spots that made him
shiver and shake. My eyes drifted closed when I concentrated on how good he
tasted and how nice he smelled. Then I felt his hand fumbling with my zipper. I
reached down and helped him get into my pants, nearly gasping when he wrapped a
warm fist around me and started to tug. His hand moved in time with my mouth.
Then he pulled his hand away and I was sure it was over, but he just licked his
palm and grabbed me again. I gasped that time.
His balls started to rise up as I deep throated him. I wondered if a man had
ever sucked his dick before. Women just…well they just don’t…it’s not the same.
And I speak from experience, a little of it anyway. I’m not saying it’s bad
with a woman, but it is what it is. Nobody sucks cock like a horny gay guy.
When he came he let out one quick, low moan and arched his back while he
gripped the arm of the couch above his head. I kept my eyes on his face and the
tip of his dick in my mouth. I sucked longer than I should have and he hissed
and pulled back. But then he smiled and sighed. That was the best part. That’s
when I came all over his hand and my couch.
I cleaned us up with tissues from the coffee table. He fell asleep while I was
in the kitchen throwing them away. I sat Indian-style on my living room floor
until dawn watching him breath.
When I woke up the sun was streaming through the windows and there was no one
on my couch. When I stood up my back felt bent and broken and there was an ace
of hearts stuck to my neck.
**
The second time it happened I was teaching him how to play UNO. Four months had
gone by and I thought a lot about our almost, sort of one-night stand. We
didn’t talk about it, didn’t repeat it and really didn’t act any differently
toward one another. Granted, I died a little on the inside every time he walked
into a room. But I kept telling myself to quit being a drama queen and get over
my straight crush.
Rationally I knew obsessing over ‘what might have beens’ was a fucking waste of
time. Emotionally, I got hard every time someone said the work ‘poker’ and had
miniature coronaries every time Gale and I filmed a sex scene.
Peter started the UNO thing, he told me Gale had never heard of UNO and
insisted that he couldn’t go one more day without knowing what Skip and Reverse
really meant.
Gale not being exposed to things like UNO and Sesame Street made wonder if his
childhood was spent in crack dens with whores and pimps, which would explain
his street smarts and fashion sense.
We started the night with Peter and Scott, all of us teaching Gale about the
bizarre rules that apply only to UNO while whamming him with Draw Fours. When
the beer ran out Peter and Scott said goodnight. Gale announced that he was a
little drunk and should have a few glasses of water before he drove home. I
offered him wine when we walked into the kitchen. He accepted it without
question.
We sat on barstools and talked about the intricacies of a UNO for a few
minutes. Then he turned to me and said, “Do you like your life?”
I didn’t really know what to do with the question so I thought about it for a
long time.
“I like parts of my life. I like getting to do something I love and getting
paid well for it. I like the experience of producing something that might have
social impact. I like the people we meet and the down time we get. Most of all
I like that my life has lead me here, with you.”
He reacted with a slow nod while he stared into his glass. Finally he murmured,
“Yeah, I like this part too.”
I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, being further from him
made talking to him easier. “But you don’t like the other parts?” I dumped my
wine and switched to water.
“I don’t know if I do anymore. I try to think of ways to hit rewind, make this
all go away. But then I think you’d go away too. So I guess I’ll take the rest
of it if I get this…if I get you.”
I’m sure he heard my breath hitch in my chest, “If you get me?” Did he have me?
Did he want me? Had I heard him wrong?
He finally looked at me. “What do you like about me?”
“What do I like about you?” I stammered.
“Yeah,” he stared at me like my answer might change everything.
I cleared my throat and stared at the big Mexican tiles on the floor. That’s
always been my favorite part of my kitchen. “I think I like everything about
you. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone that I could say that about.”
He cocked his head and stared at me with no discernable emotion on his face.
Each second that passed took a small lifetime and the longer the silence
stretched the harder it was for me to breathe.
Finally he said quietly, “Yeah, I think I like everything about you too.”
My heart hammed when I asked him, “What should we do?”
He shrugged, “Don’t know really.” And then he put his glass down and walked
toward me. He stopped when he got close enough to hear my heart beating through
my chest.
He put a few fingers on my neck and pressed down into my jugular. My skin
throbbed under his heavy touch and I thought I heard him counting the beats.
“Start with breathing,” he said before he kissed me.
He pressed his body into me and I felt the countertop bruise my skin as it
pressed against me from behind. I let him use his tongue first, licking and
lapping and tasting the inside of my mouth.
He gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other, like
I might get away he didn’t pin me down. I ran my hands up under his shirt so I
could feel the smooth skin on his back. I let my fingers slide into the
waistband of his jeans. He even felt different to me than he had all of the
times before, all of the times when we were following a script.
He kneaded my skin and sucked on my mouth until I had to push him away a little
because I thought I need air and I needed a few seconds to catch up. I took a
few deep breaths and then pulled his shirt over his head. He did the same to me
and then started on my pants. When I was naked he lifted me onto the counter
and then palmed my ass while he kissed me some more. I ran my fingers through
his hair, gripping the silky strands and tugging slightly when something he did
felt really good.
I reached my hands down between his body and the counter so I could get his
pants off. When they pooled around his ankles I gripped his dick and gave it a
few slow tugs. He gasped and I smiled as I stroked him a little more.
“Can we do it like this?” He said into my ear just before he bit my neck. I let
out a little yelp and then his tongue lapped over the teeth marks. Then I
laughed and slid down off the counter. I reached into a junk drawer for
condoms. I handed him one and he looked at me like it was first time he’d seen
prophylactics in his life. I raised an eyebrow and wondered if the thought we’d
go at it raw. I’ll admit the thought made my dick leek and my head swim.
“Uh, that’s a condom.” I said in a strange voice.
He kind of laughed, “No, no…it’s just…I never thought I would with you. It’s
always seemed like more of an intangible impossibility. It’s just…it’s weird to
think we’re about to…”
I nodded and took the condom from him. I rolled it onto his dick and then added
some lube. I turned around to face the counter, leaning over a little then
backing up into his crotch. His hands slid down my back and onto my waist, then
he parted my ass cheeks and slowly stroked a few fingers down inside, barely
grazing my hole and making it twitch. I hissed a little and pushed my ass
further toward him.
He laughed nervously, “I’ve never…not even with a girl.”
“Hmm, you didn’t strike me as a virgin,” I laughed to lighten the moment. I was
so nervous and horny I thought I might start whimpering, talking seemed like an
easy out. “I’ll take it easy on you since it’s your first time,” I added with
another laugh.
“Fuck you.” He bit my shoulder as he put the tip of his dick at my hole and
started to move in a little. I pushed down and back to help him.
“God,” he muttered as the tip broke through the first ring of muscle. “God,
god, god…are you…uh…okay?”
“Yes,” I moaned a little. Then he pushed all the way in, a little too quickly,
but it felt good.
He let out a deep moan and waited for a minute before he pulled out and pushed
in again. “Amazing,” he gasped as he found a rhythm that worked. “It’s
just…it’s so tight.”
“Thank you,” I grunted as I pushed back. I could see his wide smile out of the
corner of my eye.
Ten strokes in and the sweat started to roll down my spine. Fifteen and his
hips started to snap with urgency. Twenty and we were both moaning and pleading
and scrambling toward the finish.
We came at almost the exact same time. I wasn’t surprised.
He pulled out and backed away after our breathing got back to normal. I watched
him stumble a little and grip the counter for support, “Wow,” he smiled at me.
“Good to know I make you weak in the knees.” I gave him a shit-eating grin and
took the used condom from his hand.
“You always have,” he pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“Hey,” I mumbled against his nipple.
“Yeah,” he answered through a yawn.
“Now I know I like everything about you.”
We laughed together for a long time and it felt like the first time to me.
End
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