Chapter 8 – Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

I didn't see Mace the rest of January. Through the grapevine, I heard that Mace was working out in the morning, presumably to avoid running into my accidentally at the gym.

My Mondays were maudlin. I used to look forward to them, as I had Mace all to myself. Now, I hated them.

I sublimated my feelings for Mace in other boys. I time traveled back to Seaver College, fucking everyone I could. One in particular caught my fancy. He was older and a lean 6'6". He had shoulder length blond hair but almost no hair anywhere else on his body. I met him at the grocery store. I first ran into him at the deli counter. He had the number before me. He introduced himself as Christian while we waited.

"I'm Juan," I responded, holding out my hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Juan," he responded, holding onto my hand longer than he should have.

I next ran into him in the dairy section. He bumped his cart into mine. "Sorry, Juan," he said, laughing. "I'm not a very good driver."

"That's okay," I responded. "It's a rental."

I last ran into him in the checkout line. There were only two lines open, and the wait was long. He ran his cart into mine again. "Sorry, Juan," he smiled. "I've been drinking."

"I haven't."

"Can I buy you a drink, then?"

"Sure."

We didn't wait to pay for our food. We left our full cars in line and headed out. As we walked out, I suggested it made more sense to drink the free booze that was at my apartment, only a block away. Christian responded by taking my hand and telling me to lead the way.

Christian's body was perfectly proportional. Since he was 78 inches tall, that meant he had large hands, large feet, and a large cock. Within moments of entering my apartment, I was sliding up and down on it as he got acquainted with Pipi. I shuddered as I came.

When I was done shooting, Christian flipped me onto my back and continued to deliver himself to me. As I felt him swell, he pulled out, pulled the condom off, and came all over my stomach and chest. As he licked his cum out of my hair, I got hard. He took me in his mouth and pushed his long middle finger into my ass, finding my prostate and gently playing with it until I unloaded deep into his throat. For the first time since I had started whoring around again, I didn't think of Mace

"I still owe you that drink," I said, heading toward the kitchen. "What's your pleasure?"

"Well, if that was any indication, you," he answered, following me.

I was making vodka tonics when Christian came up behind me, pressed his dick between my shoulder blades, and put his hands into my chest hair. I put my head back against his chest and raised my hands to his face. We stayed like that until Christian was hard. I turned around, kissed my way down to his dick, and blew him. I was pinned against the refrigerator getting my face fucked when Christian pulled out and shot all over my chest. I was disappointed. I had wanted him to come in my mouth

As he had before, he licked his cum out of my hair and kept going to my cock. After he worked me for awhile, he told me he wanted me to fuck him. I grabbed a condom out of the stash I kept in the kitchen, rolled it on, and fucked him on the kitchen floor. When he raised his legs to my shoulders, I almost burst out laughing. I felt like chihuahua riding a mastiff.

Christian stayed the night. We introduced ourselves to each other as we recovered from serial orgasms.

He had just moved from L.A. He had literally run into me at the grocery story his first full day in town. He moved after the demise of a long-term relationship for a fresh start. He was 32 and an architect. He designed amusement park rides. He had a thing for Latinos. His body was lean from surfing.

In addition to long blonde hair and hairless body, he had bright blue eyes, a thin nose, and slightly crooked teeth. Like Tom Cruise, his second incisor overlapped his first on the top.

Christian was at my door that night when I got back from the gym. We repeated the evening and night before. After we had sexed each other up, we sat on my patio and smoked pot. The moonlight illuminated Christian's beautiful body. I slid my right foot under his leg.

"This is fun," Christian said.

"It is."

"It can't be more than that. I just got out of a seven year relationship. I can't dive right into another one."

"I'm not asking you to. I'm not really a relationship guy. I'm young. I like to play."

"You can play with me whenever you want. You're beautiful. And, you're a great lay. As good as it gets."

"You're not bad yourself. I love fucking you."

"Prove it," Christian said, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the bedroom. I felt tiny as Christian sat on my cock and rode me. He was all arms and legs.

Christian joined us for brunch the following Sunday. I wanted him to meet Avery and Bruce. I thought he'd be a good addition to the GGs.

After Christian left to go surfing, I brought the boys up to speed.

"Jesus, Juan," Bruce said. "That guy is smoking hot."

"And big," Avery added. "How's his cock?"

"Proportional," I answered.

"Good. I bedded a big guy once, and his dick was tiny. It was like jacking a thumb. I was so disappointed."

"You gonna keep fucking him?" Bruce asked.

"I hope so. The sex is great. He knows how to lay pipe."

*****

Christian was over almost every night. He stayed most nights. He was sexually adventurous, and there was little we didn't do to each other. I wasn't into piss or shit, but I was up for everything else.

I convinced him to stop wearing deodorant. And, to stop washing his hair every day.

I loved the way he smelled. From all his time in the ocean, he had a natural saltiness to him.

He finished inside me only when I rode him. Otherwise, he pulled out and sprayed onto my face, chest, and stomach. The sight of his dick erupting turned him on, and he loved the taste of himself.

After three weeks like that, we seemed to be dating by default. Christian didn't like bars, so we didn't go out. We made dinners together on Friday and Saturday nights. He stayed over all the time. On Sundays, we went to brunch together after sexing Sunday morning away.

The first Sunday in February, Avery raised Mace at brunch. I had not mentioned Mace to Christian, so the brunch lasted longer than most. As we walked back to my apartment, Christian asked me if I was in love with Mace. I admitted I was.

"Well, Puta, have you told him that?"

"Kind of. I told him I love him."

"It's not the same. You love Avery and Bruce. You aren't in love with them."

"I know."

"You should tell him."

"He's in love with someone else."

"I gathered that from brunch. But, that doesn't mean he isn't in love with you, too. You can be in love with more than one person at a time. I found that out. That's why Matt and I are no more. He fell in love with someone else, too. I didn't want to share. So, I left. Matt moved right in with Lan. So, I left L.A. I just couldn't bear it."

When we got to my building, I asked Christian if he wanted to come up. With our history, he understood I was asking him to bed.

"Nah. I think you should think a little bit." He pulled my head into his chest and kissed the top of it. "Call me later. I'd like to know what you're thinking."

I couldn't sleep, so I called Bruce.

"Christian's definitely into you. Didn't you see how agitated he became by the talk of Mace? He can claim he's not ready for a relationship, but I think all you'd have to do is say the word, and he'd jump right in."

"There's no room."

"Not until you shit or get off the pot with Mace, there isn't."

"You should write poetry."

"I know."