Chapter 4

He senses my trepidation and says, “Ethan. You are fucking beautiful.”

I scoff, “Just what every guy wants to hear.”

Now he scoffs, “Men can be beautiful. And you are all man.” He grabs my erection again and practically lifts me off the bed by my handle. “There is no doubt about your manhood or the effect it has on me.” He glances down at his own raging erection.

He’s right about that. Whatever I might be, I am desirable to him. Dicks don’t lie and his dick is telling me something. So are his eyes and his smile. This hot gorgeous man wants me. I guess I shouldn’t question it.

“You, Ethan, are the kind of guy who will still get carded at bars when your fifty. Assuming I can get you out of the house.” He pokes my belly and I giggle like the Pilsbury Dough Boy.

Does he think we’ll be together in twenty years? And maybe I will leave the house more regularly if I have someone with me. A partner to go places with.

He’s back to staring down at me with hunger and desire in his eyes, “Now where were we? Oh, right.”

He lavishes my skinny hairless belly with much wanted attention for a good long time. Eventually, it’s time for the main event. I am still rock hard when he takes me in his mouth. Unlike me last night, he has no trouble taking all of me in at once. All the way down to the base, lips curled tight around me. I feel a wave of shame wash over me because there are two reasons for this. One – I am inexperienced while he is not. Two – There is a good inch or so less of me to take in.

But then he slides off of me and says, “My god, Ethan! You have the most perfect dick in the world!”

My perfect dick dances a those words. I mean, he’s obviously full of shit, but it’s nice to hear. And maybe to him it’s the truth. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Plus, everything is all relative. On my smaller frame, maybe my smaller cock isn’t so small. But I suddenly stop thinking these thoughts because I am abruptly rendered incapable of cognitive function. He is back on me and going at me with everything he’s got.

Until last night, the only touch, the only sexual sensation I’d ever experienced in my life was at my own hand. Last night was a first and an awakening. And last night was wonderful. It was tender, passionate and sensual. But this? What Michael is doing to me right now is physical sensation beyond anything I ever imagined. I am a different being on a different planet.

He is not teasing me. He is not edging me like I did to him last night. He is going for the gold. I feel like I need to hold out as long as I can, I’m just not sure How long that will be. All Michael has to do is walk into the room and I immediately begin to harden. The way he’s attacking me right now…it won’t be long before I’m reduced to a puddle of goo.

He slides his mouth up and down my full length and twists his head from side to side while doing so. His tongue, his lips and his suction are all teaming up to make my head spin. He eases up to kiss along my steel rod and then he goes at my slit with his tongue, like an invasion. Another first time feeling for me. It makes me grip the sheets harder. Next, he takes his hands, reaches under me and grabs my ass cheeks again, similarly to last night. He deep throats me all the way and pushes me up deeper into him with his hands. I have never been harder (or bigger) in my life than I am in this moment. I feel the head of my penis hitting the back of his throat. He holds me there in place while he sucks on me like a vacuum cleaner. He squeezes my butt cheeks and his tongue begins a slither along my frenulum that ultimately activates my launch sequence.

My fuse has been lit. So much for holding out – I maybe lasted five minutes – but there’s no turning back now. He continues to devour me whole and just in case the increase in my already rapid breathing and the near scream I let out wasn’t indication enough, I give him a courtesy warning, “Michael, I am going to cum!”

My warning does not scare him off. He changes nothing. Even as I begin to convulse and shoot rope after rope of hot man juice down the back of his throat, he does not ease off. He holds me in place and sucks me dry until my whole body shakes, rattles and rolls. He lowers my ass back down to the mattress and slides his mouth off of my spent floppy cock. He kisses it three times and then kisses his way up my stomach, up my chest and up to my mouth. My face is crimson red, my whole body is sweating and I still haven’t caught my breath, but I kiss him back anyway. He spoons up behind me again and I pass out asleep, dead from exhaustion in a minute’s time.

So that’s how the week goes. Michael and I have dinner together every night. We watch a movie or a game together every evening. He goes back to Jeff’s apartment before midnight. Sometime after midnight, one of us uses the spare key to sneak across the hall and do unspeakable X-Rated things to the other. I’ve never been happier in my life.

As the week progresses, I begin to worry about him leaving. Jeff and Natalie will be back from their vacation soon and Michael will be back at his own place an hour away, clear across town. An hour isn’t too bad. Maybe we can hook up on weekends.

It’s Thursday night when Michael knocks on my door just before 7:00. I whip the door open and there stands Michael with a pizza box. I’m about to step aside and allow him in when we hear someone approaching down the hall. We both turn and look to see Natalie headed our way, pulling a roll-aboard suitcase behind her. Michael tenses and I can feel his energy change.

Natalie closes the distance and says, “Awe. I see you two finally worked things out. Whatever spat was going on between you for those few weeks was really affecting Jeff. I was almost afraid to leave him alone while I was away on my business trip.”

“Business trip?” I ask.

“I’ve been in Milwaukee for the last seven days.” She turns to Michael, “Jeff, how did you explain my absence? Wait. Don’t tell me you two are only making up right now? I figured you would have had a week full of Guys’ Nights.”

She makes a tsk, tsk sound before looking closely at Mich– at Jeff. She smiles and says, “I like the haircut.”

He kisses her cheek.

She says, “I know you weren’t expecting me for a couple more days so I’ll let you guys do your thing. Just don’t stay too late.”

I avoid Jeff’s eye when I tell Natalie, “You should take your husband with you. You’ve been gone all week. Our ‘thing’… consider it canceled.”

Jeff says, “Give me just a minute to talk to Ethan, okay? You’re right, we only made up just now. I was an idiot for letting it go so long. The whole thing was my fault anyway. I’ll be right in.”

She gets half way to her door before turning back, “Jeff, I got the promotion. These week-long trips will happen every month. That’s a lot more Guys’ Nights in your future.”

She smiles and goes inside her apartment. Jeff shoves us through my door and closes it behind him. I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him in disbelief and fury. “What the fuck, Jeff?”

He sighs, “I’m sorry. I just really like you. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me?”

I pass the opportunity for a bad pun or joke. “For you?” I shout.

“Yes, for me. I’ve spent the last year getting to know you, becoming your friend and then falling in fucking love with you.”

“I know! That’s why this is so hard. It’s not just sex and it’s not a game. All the things that I told you as Michael are true.”

“Michael…” I shake my head. “You showed me your Driver’s License.”

“It’s my old one from before I moved. It has my old address on it and it hadn’t expired yet. I requested my replacement online and never threw away my old one. I guess I never told you that I go by my middle name. Michael J. Maddon. The “J” is for Jeffrey.”

I’m so mad I could hit him. Too bad he weighs thirty-five pounds more than me. “You need to get the fuck out of here right now.”

He looks genuinely hurt. “I never meant to hurt you, Ethan, but more than that, I never expected to fall in love with you. I didn’t ask for it, choose it or even want it, but it’s real.”

“And what about Natalie?”

He grins, “What if I told you she’s a raging lesbian and our marriage is in name only. I’m her beard for her career.”

“Bullshit.” I tap my foot, “Are you leaving her?”

“I don’t know. There’s a lot to figure out. The truth is that I’m in love with two people. I didn’t plan it; it just happened. I feel like I’m living two different lives.”

I scoff, “It’s not that simple, Jeff. You can’t use two names and be two people. It’s not fair to any of us.”

He looks at the closed door in defeat. “Can we talk about this more at next Thursday’s Guys’ Night?”

“No. And I want my spare key back.”

“What do I tell Natalie?” He fumbles in his pocket and hands me my key.

“The truth,” I say. “You tell her that we didn’t make up. That we’re not friends anymore.”

He actually gets a tear in his eye. It makes my voice catch in my throat. “Here.” I croak out. “Take your key back.”

He shakes his head. “I gave you yours but you’re keeping mine. Three weeks from now Natalie will be away for another trip. You’re gonna use that key.”

“Yes you will. You will because it feels right to you too.”

I say nothing because I suck at lying. He knows how I feel. And fucking hell, I probably will use that damn key. It’s like he really is two people. He’s Jeff, my married neighbor and friend and one week a month, he’s Michael. Jeff’s twin and my secret lover. My secret lover who gives mind blowing orgasms and is the first person in the history of the world who actually likes me.

Yeah, I’ll be using that key in three weeks.