“Don’t worry, I didn’t plan on staying long.” Jaime grabbed his coat.
Looking around the bachelor pad with the Goodwill sofa and big screen TV, Jaime longed for the organized comfort of his own home. When he was flesh to flesh with another man, all that mattered was the moment. It didn’t matter what he did for a living or if he loved his mother. In fact, the less Jaime knew about the men he was with the better. As soon as the sweat and other bodily fluids started to dry, Jaime was ready to part ways.
Mr. Military walked Jaime to the door but didn’t seem to know how to say good-bye. At the same time as he moved in for a kiss, Jaime stuck out his hand for a shake. An awkward dance between the two resulted in a stilted embrace.
“Maybe next time I’m on leave,” Mr. Military let the sentence die in the silence of two complete strangers who knew how to pleasure each other and little else.
“Maybe.” Jaime gave a half-hearted smile.
He knew he’d never see Mr. Military again. It was his policy never to sleep with the same guy twice. As soon as he got home, Jaime spent the next half hour in the shower. The scent of Mr. Military’s sweat and cologne on his skin only reminded Jaime how alone he was. Just once he wanted to find a man he wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with. Just once he wanted to know what it was like to wake up beside someone he wanted to see again.
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By the time Tyler arrived at his apartment, he was too keyed up to sleep. Even the beer buzz wasn’t enough to lull him to bed. His erection only seemed to get worse the harder he tried not to think of what Jaime was doing. Not that that kind of thing interested him. It was more a matter of curiosity for him. None of Tyler’s friends were gay, or at least they’d never said so. He himself had been turned on by girls since puberty awakened his body to that possibility.
As horndog teenagers, Tyler and his childhood friends, Elliot and Ben, had spent many summer afternoons watching Ms. Mallard sunbathe topless from up high in an old oak tree. That was until they’d were caught by Mr. Tarrant, the nosy neighbor who owned that old oak tree. Tyler had gotten a good switching for it, but his father still patted him on the back when he was done.
That summer, when Tyler was sixteen, he’d spent most of it trying to see as much skin as he could. Elliot always knew whose bedrooms and bathrooms didn’t have any curtains. Only Ben seemed to think it was a bad idea. To this day, Tyler will never forget the look in his best friend’s eyes when Elliot called him a fag for not wanting to go peaking after the first time they had been caught. When Ben had tried to convince Tyler to just go back to his place to play video games, Elliot had called Ben Tyler’s girlfriend. Tyler had nearly slugged Ben for daring to imply he was gay. He would have except that there was no denial in Ben’s eyes. Just a sickening shame Tyler never admitted he understood.
After that, Ben stopped hanging out with Tyler. The few times Tyler tried to talk to Ben alone, Ben had always pushed Tyler away.
Tyler was glancing at his computer with a glass of water in hand and a raging hard-on in his pants, he swallowed the understanding of his own sexuality he didn’t want to admit along with a couple of aspirins. He didn’t want to think about Ben or even Jaime. Instead, he sat at the computer, intent on finding some good old heterosexual porn to jerk off to. That would get him ready to sleep. In the morning, he’d have a clear head, and the thoughts flooding his mind wouldn’t be so confusing.
The flash of tits and asses were as familiar to Tyler as the feeling he got from stroking himself. With reassuring spit-slicked fingers, he flipped through his favorite websites. Redheads with their carrot-haloed pussies bared. A brunette on her knees taking a guy’s cock into her mouth. Tyler’s own cock was red hot in his fingers. The harder he stroked, the closer he got to release. Only release wouldn’t come. Instead, the tension grew to a painful throb. Now he had to get off. The need was undeniable, yet none of his favorite images and videos could take him that last step.
When Tyler sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, he tried to bring to mind the last time Jenny had gone down on him. He always started their bedroom time off with a little cunnilingus. She usually seemed less than eager to reciprocate. It had been six months ago, his birthday. Jenny didn’t like giving head and had a laundry list of rules about it. Tyler couldn’t touch her while she sucked his cock. She would only do it if he were standing, which made it hard to come. Jenny always spat and brushed her teeth afterward. It left Tyler feeling like he was asking too much of her, but he wasn’t going to refuse those special occasions when she actually offered to blow him.
Tyler imagined soft lips on his cock. The flicker of tongue that traced the length of his shaft took him higher. But when Tyler looked down, his fantasy girlfriend had transformed into a multicolor-haired man with soft brown eyes. Tyler’s body jerked at the image of Jaime’s mouth on his cock. Shock, shame, and undeniable lust rocked his body until his come spilled
