Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Monday night, I made dinner for Mace after the gym. I hated asking him about his visit with John, but it would have been rude not to. I barely listened as he shared their weekend with me.

After dinner, I studied while Mace read. We were on opposite ends of my sofa, and our legs were intermingled. I held Mace's right foot in my left hand. I was so engrossed in my work, I failed to notice when Mace faded into sleep. I unwound us without waking him, and covered him with a blanket.

I don't know what time he moved into my bed. I woke up with him behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. I couldn't help but press back against it.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"It's only 5:45," I answered, rolling over and facing him. "When did you come in here?"

"I don't know. I don't think it was very long ago."

We laid there face to face and talked. I have no idea about what. For some reason, we whispered. The whispering added an element of intimacy.

I desperately wanted to kiss Mace. I felt like I could. But, I didn't. Maybe I didn't want to repel him. Maybe I wanted to respect what he was trying to do. I hoped it was the former, because the latter was out of character for me. And, I didn't want him to change my character.

It was 7 when we finally got up. I had been hard for at least 75 minutes. My balls were aching, and my cock was leaking. I could feel the wet spot on my briefs. I couldn't decide if I should hide it from Mace or let him see it. I went for convenience over discretion, walking to the kitchen to start coffee hard and in only my briefs.

When I turned to go to the bathroom, Mace was standing in the doorway, still in the shorts and shirt had worn over the night before. He was smiling.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Watching you."

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful. You really are. The way you look. The way you move. It's quite something."

"It's just me."

"There's no 'just' about it."

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I spread my arms wide and slowly turned 360 degrees.

"Here I am. In all my glory."

"You're being facetious. But, it really is glorious. You are a beautiful man, Puta."

Mace had never called me that. He had always called me Juan.

"You're not so bad yourself, Blondie," I said, walking toward him. Although that's all Avery and Bruce called him, I had never done it to his face. I had always called him Mace.

I wrapped my arms around Mace and pressed my body to his. We were cheek to cheek, chest to chest, and cock to cock. We were hard against each other. I had a nice cock, but he dwarfed me.

The air in my apartment seemed thick. We were on the knife's edge as I realized I had been wrong about Mace and that he may consider me an option.

I lightly brushed my lips along his neck. He shuddered when I did. I gently kissed his cheek and his chin before pressing my lips to his. He opened his mouth, and I licked the morning off his tongue. As we kissed, I pressed my cock to his, and he pressed back. We were headed for the fall when Mace pulled out of the kiss.

"Fuck, Juan, why do you have to be so fucking awesome?"

"You bring out the best in me," I answered, more honestly than I had intended.

"I should go," Mace retreated, breaking the spell and pulling out of my arms.

"You're right. You should be a good boy. You wouldn't be happy being a bad boy. At least not for very long."

After Mace left, I buried a dildo in my ass and jacked myself senseless. I came imagining that it was Mace buried inside me.

*****

Mace returned home to his family and to John for Thanksgiving. I stayed in San Diego, partying with Avery and Bruce Wednesday night, sleepwalking through dinner with my parents on Thursday, and returning to the prowl Friday night. Bruce was with his brother and sister, so Avery and I were stalking together. I quickly grew bored and decided I wanted Avery to fuck me. He was easy to convince.

We went to my place. We stripped as we made our way to my bed. I pulled Avery down on top of me and buried my tongue in his mouth. We made out hungrily as we ran our hands over each other's body. He loved the hair on mine. I love the hairlessness of his. And the smooth, soft skin.

"Fuck me," I insisted. Avery reached into my bedstand, pulled out a Magnum that I stocked mostly for these booty calls, opened it, and handed it to me. I rolled it onto Malabar and rolled onto my stomach. It was easier to accommodate Avery when he took me from behind.

Avery lubed me up and slowly pressed Malabar into me. I was needy, and I took him as easily as I ever had. Avery lowered himself onto me and took my hands in his. Avery liked to talk while he fucked, which I could have done without. His mouth was at my ear and he started the "yeah, take that big black cock"s and "oh, your ass feels so good around my big black cock"s as he drove over and over into me. He was rapacious.

As he almost always did, Avery hit my prostate, and I started to float away. While I floated, Mace took Avery's place. Mace was fucking me, sweating on me, babbling in my ear, and sucking on my neck. I was lost in it. I vaguely felt Mace drive deep and grunt, pull out, roll me over, and finish me with his mouth. I cried out when I came, arching my back and filling Mace's mouth and throat with my cum. I was soaked with sweat and delirious with happiness.

I was shocked back into reality by Avery's deep voice.

"Fuck, Juan, that was the biggest load you've ever given me. I thought you were never going to stop coming. I got all the protein I need for the day."

I couldn't speak. I couldn't believe it was Avery next to me, not Mace. I'd have sworn otherwise, the feeling of it being Mace having been so real.

"Did you come yourself mute?"

"No. I just got lost for a little bit."

"Thanks for the fuck. I'm gonna go. I'll see you at brunch Sunday."

"Yeah, I'll see you at brunch Sunday."

Avery left. I got up, cleaned myself up, and stared at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the man staring back at me.

*****

I ran into Timmy the next night at the bar. As soon as he saw me, he started following me. I tried but couldn't shake him. I finally got tired of it and told him to meet me out back.

Once we were out back, I pinned him to the brick wall, tugged his jeans down, and fucked him hard. It was fast and furtive and exactly what I needed. I dropped the condom at his feet and stuck twenty bucks in his back pocket as he buttoned his jeans.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"That's what it was worth to me," I said, dismissively.

"You're an asshole."

"I know."

I left him out back. I immediately felt like shit. When he came back in, his face was bright red. I feared he had been crying. He was headed out the front door when I cut him off.

"Look, kid, I'm sorry. I'm working through some shit, and I just took it out on you. I'm really sorry. Let me buy you a drink and make it up to you."

"That won't do it."

"What will?"

"Take me home?"

"To Ocotillo."

"No, asshole, to your home. Take me there. Now."

I didn't feel like I had much of a choice, so I told him to meet me at my apartment. Once we were there, Pipi reasserted himself. I fucked and licked and kissed and sucked Timmy long into the night. He wanted to fuck me, but I was sore from the pounding Avery had delivered the night before, so I wouldn't let him.

We'd have kept at it, but my cock went limp. With Pipi out, so was I.

I felt worse in the morning than I had after fucking Timmy at the bar. He was asleep, and he looked like a little boy. I realized I had used this vulnerable kid to try to reclaim myself, and it had been a very selfish and self-centered act.

It was also counterproductive. I wanted Timmy to go away, and fucking him senseless was not going to achieve that want.

I made it worse by taking him to brunch with Avery and Bruce. I knew it was a bad idea, but I felt like shit about everything I had done to the poor kid the night before.

He was out of his league and clearly uncomfortable at brunch. He insisted he was 18, but I was seriously doubting it. He seemed too naive.

I dropped him back at his car after brunch. He grabbed paper out of his glove compartment and wrote his number down.

"Call me," he said, holding it out to me.

I refused to take it. "Look, kid, I'm not taking that. I'm not going to call you. I'm not going to pretend I will."

"Fine," he said. "But, if you don't call me, I'm not going to let you fuck me."

"I hope not."