Chapter 4 – Chapter 4
The warming coffee afterward didn't work out quite as I expected. He did a quick job of the driveway and the wood and I saw that he was every bit the hunk I had estimated when he unburdened himself of a couple of layers of padding as he stood in the foyer and I admired what nature had formed.
But we didn't fuck.
I certainly wanted him to fuck me. He was a god in body and facial beauty, and he radiated a woodsy, fire-ash scent that turned me on—contrasting with, but similar in my response to the musky smell Reg3 had exuded the previous morning.
But we went no further than sitting at the dining room table, sharing a couple of cups of coffee and waltzing around the question of the bedroom. He was reticent and I didn't want to be the one to make the proposal. I laid a few hints, and he seemed to understand. But he didn't act on them.
"I'm Tony," he said. "No, I don't live in the area, not really, just moving through, and doing odd jobs here and there. Snow removal is there for the taking here on the mountain. Needed some cash to move on—toward D.C. or Baltimore or up the coast more, I guess. There should be work up there. I'm a carpenter; work in construction. Work with my hands."
I looked at his hands. Big, the fingers meaty and strong. I yearned to have them working my body.
The explanations came out in short phrases between sips as he did more looking out of the dining room window down toward the valley floor than at me, although I did my best to pose my body to the best advantage. When he looked at me, I maybe saw a bit of approval and interest, but I couldn't tell the nature of the interest. And I didn't want to be the one to make the proposal. Last night, to the extent that I had thought about where I was in life, I had come to the conclusion that part of the problem with me and my men was that I'd always been the one to make the proposal—to say I'd keep them financially, just in exchange for the sex. It hadn't been their fault to see it as a temporary arrangement. I'd set the conditions too low, and, from the beginning, I'd made clear that it was because I wanted it, needed it, had to have it.
If this Tony wanted it, he'd have to tell me. I didn't mind that it meant I'd be paying for it somehow. It already was an employer-employee arrangement. I had already given him money for the shoveling and wood carrying. And I'd added enough in a tip—enough for him to fuck me, as a matter of fact. But it had to be his move. The tip had been generous, whether I'd consciously piled it on or not. I did realize that this often was the approach—a generous tip to a personal trainer who I knew fucked men, for instance, was a recognized silent contract for added services. It always had worked before.
But he didn't make the move. He was polite and all and we got along just fine in discussion. But he didn't take me up to the loft and fuck me. More arousingly, he didn't bend me over the dining room table and fuck me right there. It was something that gave me pause in thinking he'd been a voyeur the previous night—responsible for the footprints in the snow up to the windows. And hadn't the footprints come after I'd gone to bed?
If he'd watched me last night, surely he could latch into the signaling today.
He seemed to be open with me until I'd quizzed him about where he was staying now. But he revealed enough for me to think he was camping outside, probably just inside the timber line at the end of the driveway. It was clear to me that he had been the one who had lurched out of the trees and almost into the Forester the previous afternoon. And it explained the woodsy scent of a campfire on his body—and even that he had known where the firewood for this cabin had been stacked. He probably was poaching wood from the cabin.
I didn't probe, though. I didn't want to lose him, and I didn't feel a responsibility for Reg3's woodpile. I needed to find out if he would or wouldn't if he were cultivated more—if he had been the man of the footprints in the snow.
And I also had to acknowledge that maybe this was all just me falling apart up here, wanting a man's cock inside me, and having just lost my steady fuck.