Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

It was as dark as a witch's twat at 2:00 a.m. in the shadows of an alley with a view line of the door to Louie's bar on Price Street. I should have been mugged more than once for where I was at this time of night, but mercifully I wasn't. I hadn't drunk anything, but I felt high. I didn't want anything to get between me and full knowledge of what was happening.

I was waiting for Louie to leave the bar and lock the door behind him. And I wanted to be sure he was alone. If he wasn't, if he had another guy with him, I'd just have to do this again—and again and again—until it would be just Louie and me.

When he came out of the bar, he was alone. I followed him the two blocks to his studio apartment in the carriage house over a garage off East Jones. I let him enter his door and counted to sixty before I approached it and knocked.

His eyes opened wide but his mouth went into a big grin when he saw it was me.

"I've decided," I said. "I want you to fuck me, hard, on the table. I want to know everything you do to me this time. And I want you to do everything to me."

We were both hard before we got to the top of the stairs, where we pulled at each other's clothes, paying no attention to the sounds of ripping, as we kissed, tongues swabbing each other's tonsils. I went right down on my knees in front of him when he pushed down on my shoulders after he'd gripped both of our cocks in a strong, beefy hand and had stroked them together. I attempted to swallow him whole, but no amount of swallowing, unhinging my jaw, and gagging was going to help me manage the girth and length of the black cock. For some reason, that made me exhilarated. I knew where else that staff soon would be buried.

Laughing, he pulled me up and tossed me onto his bed. We went immediately into a sixty-nine suck, but it wasn't like what Tyler and I had done in any sense of the word. We wrestled and rolled around, possessing and working cock and balls hard and eating each other's ass out to hear how deep the moans and groans were that we could illicit from each other.

And, at length, Louie jumped off the bed, grabbed my ankles, flipped me around to where I was crosswise on the double bed, my ass on the edge. I lay there, panting and looking at his magnificent body and mammoth erection as he rolled on a condom and wet his dick and my hole with lube. I hardly had enough time to grab a pillow and stuff it under the small of my back to give him a deep-fuck angle, when I was arching my back, rolling my head up to stare at the edge of the ceiling above me, and crying out my need, my surrender, the glorious pleasure-pain, as he brutally grasped my ankles, jerked my legs open and raised, thrust inside me, and began to pump hard and deep.

This was it. This was the way I wanted it. Hard, deep, vigorous, forever.

"Was this it? Was it like this the first time?" I cried out.

"Yes, you were just as wild for it the first time."

"Oh shit, oh Christ, oh FUCK ME!"

Two fuckings later, as the tendrils of dawn light stole into the room; both of us still breathing heavily; neither of us thinking we were finished for the day; my back plastered against the wall by Louie's body, with my knees hooked on his hips; Louie still deep inside me, throbbing, ready to start pumping again, he murmured, "Welcome back to Savannah."

My answer was a very satisfied, "I guess I'll have to look into extending my lease."