Author: pgentle7

Danger House

The rain’s been pelting my wind shield for an hour when I finally pull up to his suburban street. I almost drive right past him under the streetlights. The tall asian twenty-something huddles in his black wind breaker beside the stop sign. I wave. He gets in my car.

“Hey.” he says.

“Hey,” I tell him. Grindr in real life.

I have no inkling where I am. Earlier in the day I installed FakeGps on my phone, so I could set this up in the afternoon. Luckily, this guy was free at the time I would be passing through. He couldn’t host, but he knew a place we could go. It sounded sketchy and dangerous.

I agreed immediately.

He directs me down the slick streets through the night. My wind shield wipers give way to the downpour, and I can’t even make out the lane markings on the dark country roads. We get to an intersection blocked by an orange detour sign.

“It’s back there. Just keep going. There’s no other houses or anyone around for miles.”

“Okay…” I drive the car on the shoulder and around the sign. Gravel crackles under my tires. After about a kilometre, I slow down. The street ends and we can go no further. I see a construction trailer on the side of the road. It’s set up in the driveway of a small brick house. I pull into the small space left beside the trailer. As I turn off the car, my car door swings shut. He’s already gone.

I grab my phone, lock up, and chase him through the pouring rain. I can barely make out the path in the darkness.

He’s waiting at the top of the porch. He kicks the door and it flings open, loudly bouncing against the door jamb. It’s pitch black and with a step he disappears inside. I take a deep breath and follow, eager to get out of the rain.

His phone lights up the place, casting long shadows. I’m in the X-Files. The house has been stripped of all life. The only thing left are the ghostly silk curtains, forgotten and mournfully swaying over the hardwood floor in the living room.

“This whole place is going to be torn down soon,” he explains.

“Um, aren’t there usually hobos sleeping in these places?”

“My friend moved out a couple weeks ago. I don’t think anyone has found it yet. Watch your step.”

We descend the damp, carpeted steps into the basement, and shards of plaster crunch under my wet shoes. I look up. The ceiling has been bashed in and bare electrical wires dangle an inch from my face.

We turn the corner into a large room with the remains of a fireplace. This was once a cosy den. Years ago, some child must have waited here with excitement for Santa, baiting him with milk and cookies by the crackling fire. Today, the floor is covered in detritus and bits of drywall. A small roach meanders along a huge crack in the wall.

He puts his phone on the baseboard, carefully pointing it away from the window. The tiny LED fills the room with creepy shadows. Without pausing, he unbuckles and strips off his pants and underwear.

He lays back on the floor, naked from the waist down, puts his hands behind his head and looks at me expectantly. His flaccid brown penis flops down over his large nut-sack. They’ve been shaved smooth for me.

“I’ll start slow,” I tell him.

“Sure. We’ve got lots of time.”

I lay on my belly, resting my arms on the carpet between his legs. I lick his balls and taste nothing. He’s had plenty of time to shower. I take his dick in my mouth and slowly suck. I let go, and we watch it grow hard.

My own boner rubs the floor through my jeans. It feels very nice, and I hump the carpet while I suck him off. He doesn’t make much noise, but I can tell by his face that he’s enjoying it.

“Where should I cum?” he asks me.

“Right here,” I stick out my tongue, to show him it’s alright, and then get back to twisting and sucking his penis. He tightens his muscles, and it flexes and hardens. It turns me on. He’s a quiet one. I have no idea how far along he is, or if he’s enjoying it at all. I know I am. I live for this. Sucking a nice, fat cock has been my dream since I was a teenager.

“I think I’m coming,” he warns me. I feel a hot jet of his jizz shoot against middle of my tongue. It’s a nice, thick glob, and it doesn’t taste like anything. I roll it across my tongue as I gently suck him clean.

On the way back we talk. “Once I had a guy sucking on me for 20 minutes,” he relates, “and nothing was happening. But he wasn’t good like you.”

Well, I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. Studying anatomy and sensitivity diagrams on wikipedia. Porn too, but half the time they don’t know what they’re doing.

“When are you in town again?” he asks.

Soon, I hope.

For a Cigar

I’ve been talking to this black guy on Grindr for a while. He’s impressed by my stories, and wants to meet Mr. Dreadlocks.

I’m not going to tell him who it is. A few weeks ago, the pernicious Adam persuaded me (after a visit to my favourite restroom) to reveal who one of my characters was. When contacted, he freaked out. I think I smoothed it over, but I’m not going through that again!

“Can you just tell him about me?”

Not without feeling used like last week’s Kleenex. I’ve been trying to chat this guy up for a month, and he’s just interested in someone else? “Maybe if I got to know you better!” I fire back.

“I’m free.” he says, flashes his address by.

I look it up on the map. 25 minutes away. “OK.”

“Can you do me a favour and get me a small single cigar? I’m waiting for a delivery and can’t leave the house.”

What? A blowjob and a cigar? I don’t know whether to feel indignant or turned on. I don’t want everyone to start asking me for favours. But OK, just this once. I’ll say no to everyone else. Black dick is so rare here, it’s well worth the $1.55.

I’ve never bought a cigarette in my life. I rush into the gas station and, worried that the cashier think I’m buying for a high school student, nervously ask him if he sells cigars. He rolls his eyes and digs them out from a file cabinet under the counter.

I try to exude confidence. “That one over there. The purple ones, uh, purple sweets.”,  as if I always bought this exact brand. Shit, I could buy tampons easier than this.

25 minutes later I pull up to his door and he answers.

“Special delivery,” I say, holding out the cigar. He laughs, thanks me. He’s professional looking, well dressed. I’m comfortable here. He offers me some water.

“Finally, I get to meet the famous author,” he grins and settles into the couch.

My eyes are locked on his crotch. “Yeah, I’m very famous I guess!” I tell him, gulping down my water from the large Christmas tree mug. I’m parched by the unusual heat.

I move in front of him. “Let’s get those shorts off.”

In seconds, he’s nude, standing in front of me. I admire his dark skin, completely hairless except for the tiny curls on his crotch. His body feels so smooth it makes me shiver I run my hands down his sides.

He pushes my head down to his nipples. I oblige, sucking on his left one.

He falls back on the couch and I’m between his legs now, slowly licking up his balls and approaching the mottled circumcision scars on his shaft. I taste salt and the delicious scent of his body. I’m too good at this now. It’s like an artform. Five basic moves, varied with more or less suction. I throw in the deep throat for the wow factor. He’s no Mr. Dreadlocks, but his cut penis presses an inch or so into my esophagus.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he says. I stop and then go back to giving him gentle licks up his shaft. He lays back, eyes closed, in ecstasy. I hold him there with my gentle licks. When I mouth him again I feel his cock pulse, and I freeze. Just in time; he lets out a long ragged breath and the moment passes. It’s not over yet.

“Let me see your cock,” he tells me.

I pull down my shorts. I’m not hard yet, but I grow quickly as he puts his mouth over my nipple and flicks it with his tongue. I’m on my knees in front of him and he starts to jack me off. It feels awesome. I pay him back by chewing on his nipples again.

I’m close, but I like to stay horny. “I want to taste your cum,” I tell him, and he settles back, fingers on his nipples. I know just what he likes now. I watch what he’s doing with his fingers, then push them aside, flicking his nipples gently. His penis is in my mouth, and once again, he’s in excstasy, but it won’t last this time. I feel it expand and a moment later I can taste his seed. He watches, eyes wide, and gasps as I gently suck it out of him, swallow, then lay his deflated cock down to rest on his thigh.

“Thanks,” I tell him.

“We’ll have to do this again,” he says, incredulous.

“I hope so.” It’s great to find someone who appreciates my skills and shows it. When I get back to my parked car he’s got a message waiting for me.

“Fun. Now u shud introduce me to dread locks”

I laugh out loud. I can’t believe it. A cyclist glares at me as he whips by my window. OMFG. “Sure thing, I’ll send your pic to him right now.”

Totally used. And I love it.

“I said SUCK IT, bitch.”

I get out of the car into the blackness of night and hear a thousand crickets screaming. This narrow street was carved out of a thick forest with hopeless optimism by some long dead city planner. The windows of the ancient brick houses are empty and dark.

For the first time in a while, I’m scared. I walk behind the drooping branches of some weeping willow trees, out of sight.

The light from my phone assaults my eyes as I scroll through the last message from him. There it is, gleaming in blue:

“Finally i can facefuck u”

“Here.” I text, and turn off the screen.

A minute later a tall dark figure slinks from down the road. He’s wearing dark track pants and a skimpy black tank top. I walk briskly to catch up with him.

“Hi, I’m here to meet someone,” I say, flashing the orange screen on my phone.

“Yeah,” the 18yo smiles, “You’re here to meet me. Is this your car?” He wants to drive somewhere. Okay.

We get in my small two-door Toyota and he looks out the window. “Sorry, I just don’t want to be seen. Actually, can I ride in the back?”

I glance behind at the huge Graco baby seat. “No, not much room. Just crouch down.”

He bends over, head scrunched against my glove compartment. As I drive he directs me down the narrow road and around the corner. Gravel crackles under my tires when I slow to a stop in front of a small dilapidated chapel.

“Please tell me, is there anybody around?” he asks.

“Nobody.”

“Okay.” He unfolds himself and we step out of the car, slowly closing the doors until they just click. He turns and disappears into the thick forest.

There’s no moon tonight, and I stumble over some fallen branches to chase after him.

“Don’t worry, I know this place. I used to come here with my ex.” He lights the way, just barely, with his phone’s screen.

As we walk, he gets close to me and slides his hand across the front of my shorts. I reach over and feel the curve of his ass, and caress his bulge. I’m happily surprised when I touch the smooth rigid head of his penis. It peeks out, pinned against his abs by the elastic of his track pants.

We‘re deep in the woods now. Just when I lose the sense of where the road was, we finally stop in front of a musty moss-covered log.

“Here’s good,” he says.

“Sure.” I take off my shirt and toss it on the leafy ground. We embrace, feeling each-other’s bodies. Then he shoves me down to my knees.

His cock is thick and cut, just as advertised. His glans is like a giant bell at the end, much bigger than the shaft. I run my hands on it. Hard as oak.

Suddenly, he reaches down to my cheek. “Suck it, bitch.” Slap.

Ow. Hot. I take it all in without gagging, silently pleased with my new skill.  I feel his hands pressing on the back of my skull, holding me to him. His thick pubic hair scratches my nostrils.

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes. He leans into me, and I’m holding up his weight with my face. The only reason I don’t fall over is my big toe, which is bent backwards on the soft ground behind me. It’s flexed beyond it limits, and I can’t keep my balance for very long. I push his pelvis away and focus on moving up and down, letting my tongue dance against the substantial underside of his cock.

He rewards me with another slap on the cheek. “Stand up.” He yanks me up, then pushes my shorts down. He grabs my penis and gives it a few strokes, but not enough. Then he turns around and falls into me, pushes his ass against my penis. I reach around and keep stroking him. He lays his head back onto my shoulder, exposing his long smooth neck. I gently nibble on him, moving slowly up to his cheek. It looks like we’re going to kiss, but he breaks away.

“You’ve been drinking?” he asks.

“Yeah, a couple of beers earlier.” The only reason I could come out late was because of a rare meetup with old school friends. All of us are in our 30s, and we drank fancy beers and ate tiny plates of gourmet smoked poutine until they tired at 9:30. My wife doesn’t expect me home until midnight.

He pushes me down again, and sharp stones cut into my knees. He raises his tank top, revealing outline of his flat tummy. My eyes are used to the dark now. He stands there and lets me admire his body. His arms and pecs have the defined bulges of a care-free teenager with no body fat. Small muscles, and proud of them. He stares into my eyes and smiles with glee, flashing his white teeth. He reaches down, as if to caress me.

Instead, he slaps my face again. “I said suck it, bitch.”

He shoves his dick into my mouth, and I do my best to not let his giant bell catch on my molars.

“Fuck,” he says. Encouraged, I give it everything, caressing his balls and moving my tongue around his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he says again, exhales in frustration. “These damn mosquitoes!”

Gotta change it up. I let him slide all the way in, and I feel his penis enter my throat. No more gagging. I try to swallow it down for as long as I can, then I’m forced to let up for air.

“Use more suction,” he demands.

Suction? I’ve never used suction before. That’s interesting! I mentally file this away, then I start sucking. Like this? I stare up into his eyes. My cheeks pinch in on the out-stroke.

“Yeah, that’s good. Like really good.”

After a minute he pulls out and holds it in front of my face. “Spit on it.”

I spit, and pity the circumcised men of the world. He arches back, and wet skin smacks together as the teenager coaxes himself toward imminent release.

“Okay, take it in your mouth. Now.” he orders. He stabs it through my lips, and starts to face-fuck me.

Too soon, he stops thrusting, groans, and pumps out a watery load of bitter cum. I swallow it down, and move to get my shorts back on.

In a flash, he bashes his palm against my shoulder, shoving me back to the ground. I get another slap on the cheek. “Clean it up.”

Okay. I put my mouth on it gingerly.

“No! Don’t suck, just clean it.”

Chagrined, I gently swab the tip of his softening penis with my tongue. He holds it out for me, turning it this way and that as it softens and droops. I stay there, my back and knees aching, until all trace of the bitterness is gone.

Back in my car, he crouches in the seat again, cowering. I drop him off in the dark corner of the street, and he vanishes into the night.

I can still taste his twink cum, and I love it.

Minty Fresh

It’s 6 in the morning and I’m working out downstairs. I don’t know why I bother with Grindr at this hour. It gives me something to do between sets, I guess. Usually, only that 47yo farmer tries to chat with me. Today is different.

I get a message from an fit indian guy, a runner. “Looking?” he asks.

“I’m looking for something to suck on,” I tell him.

“I’m looking to be sucked,” he says.

Hot and compatible interests. That’s all you need on Grindr. We arrange to meet later that afternoon.

Strangely, he goes silent the rest of the day. I drive up to his apartment, and it turns out he’s the fucking superintendent.

I’m convinced it’s a prank. I buzz in, and he takes a minute to answer. I tell the voice I’m here for an appointment. “About  the app.”

“OK come up,” he says.

When he answers the door, my fears are allayed. He’s in his boxer shorts. He has a runner’s body, with a perfectly flat tummy. His chest is covered in black hair, the same colour as his short beard. His large dog excitedly jumps up at me.

“Sorry I fell asleep until now.” He leads me to his room, banishes the dog, and goes to wash up. I look around his room. It’s messy, but the bed is made. I put my hand down my pants, determined to be hard before we start, for once.

He comes in and sheds his underwear, his uncut cock hangs down, flaccid as well. We haven’t really chatted about what we want to do. He lays on the bed and flicks it up at me, smiles.

I get between his legs and suck on it until it grows hard. He relaxes, lets me work on him.

“Is your ass clean?” He asks.

I change direction and sit on his chest. From this angle, I slowly eat his cock and prepare to gag.

But it doesn’t happen.

Instead, I feel it slide into my throat, and keep going, until my chin hits bone. I smell his sweet musk under his balls.

I’m flabbergasted. What the fuck– I can deep throat now. I guess nearly choking on that engaged Asian guy’s cock had a lasting effect.

I feel a slick finger pushing into my anus. It feels foreign, and my ass muscles clench shut. I gasp and lay my cheek against his thigh as he forces in another finger, pries me open. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels good, but I don’t know what will happen, and fearing the ultimate embarrassment, I pull away.

I’m laying on my belly and he gets up now. I feel the warmth of his body as he lays on top of me. His cock presses against my crack, and he starts to hump.

I can feel his hot breath on my ear. “Do you want me in you?”

“Not today,” I tell him. “It would be the first time.”

He slows up, but keeps on humping, his penis slipping further in, dangerously close to my anus. He wouldn’t, would he?

I need to think of something else in a hurry. I turn to my side and bring my mouth closer to his.

It works. We kiss.

But it is more than a kiss. We’re making out. I think back to the last time I made out with the 20yo Adam. I didn’t like it. But something is different this time.

He presses his tongue into my mouth, and I realize what is different. Minty fresh. I can see the box of Excel gum on his desk. Seriously? Is that all it takes to seduce me into kissing a man?

His beard is soft against my skin, and I push back with my tongue until I’m leading. We are sideways now, hands frantically exploring each other’s bodies.

When I’ve had enough, I push him over, and sit on his chest. He’d been nibbling at it earlier, so I know this will work. Sure enough, he opens his mouth. I put my palms on his bed and slide in.

Then I feel his finger again, pressing into my anus.

“Oh my god, that feels good,” I utter, as I fuck his mouth. I have never felt this much pleasure before, from the front and back at the same time.

Too much. It only takes few seconds. “I’m gonna…” I have no choice, there’s no time to warn him, and we didn’t discuss it in advance. I pull out quickly, arching my back over him, trying to keep it in.

Instead, we watch as my penis erupts, white cum welling up and spilling over the edge like an old drinking fountain. It soaks into his chest hairs. It’s going to be messy, so I pull back and spill my load all over his penis instead.

He stares at me. What is he thinking?

“Sorry,” I tell him, grinning sheepishly. “Let me clean that up for you.”

I put my mouth around him and taste my own cum, sweet and bleachy. Messily I bob and lick and blow him.

“Oh man that’s so hot,” he tells me, staring with his large brown eyes.

He scoops up some cum from his abs with his finger. “Clean that up,” he says, and presses it to my lips. I suck it clean, then I lick as much I can from his taut tummy before moving back to his penis.

“Yeah suck my cock,” he tells me. He puts one hand on my head and starts to hump from below, eyes shut in quiet concentration.

In a moment I taste his cum. It gushes thickly onto my tongue. He watches with interest so I stare into his brown eyes and let some dribble out of my mouth. It runs down his penis and settles on his pubes. I lick his cock until it’s as clean as before I started. And a whole lot softer.

When we pull on our clothes, he asks me if I’m going downtown. “Can you give me a lift?”

“Sure,” I tell him. Who needs Uber, when you’ve got Grindr?

We talk on the way. He’s bi too, and we share stories. I tell him how I was first seduced. It happened three months ago, with a 19yo in his dad’s SUV.

Then he tells me his story. His girlfriend broke up with him when she learned he was bi, even though he had never done anything. She couldn’t handle it.

Once, at a party with his friends, he won at a game of ball-toss, and his friend offered him a handjob as reward. He dismissed it, and didn’t think anything of it, until one day he found this same friend sprawled out on his bed. That’s how it happened.

He’s fun to talk to, and we seem to click.

“Some day when I am married, you and I are going to be good friends,” he laughs, as he leaves my car.

Last Man To Cum

“And how about you, Peter? As I recall you were chatting online before with… other men. Is that still going on?” The marriage counsellor looks at me over her grandmotherly glasses.

Sitting on the couch, I clutch my wife’s hand. “Oh no,” I chuckle. “Just Facebook now.”

“And what have you learned about yourself? I mean, besides–”

That I’m bisexual?

I smile at her, being sure to crinkle my eyes a little to make it look natural. “Maybe I need to reconnect with some friends,” I say. I rehearsed this in a mirror. “Working from home, I don’t have any co-workers and it gets lonely sometimes.”

My wife chimes in, “Unless you count three screaming kids.” We laugh and I hug her close.

Cheater! My mind screams. Liar! How can you say you love her? I bite my lower lip and maintain eye contact. I do love her. I feel out of control. It started as a lifetime of curiosity, an it was supposed to end with an I’ll-try-anything band aid fix for my depression. Now I can’t stop. The best I can manage is to protect my family and the woman I love from my dark secret. I feel completely alone.

“Let me tell you something,“ says the counsellor, putting her notepad in her lap. “You two are just about the most open minded couple I’ve ever seen, all considered. You’ve come a long way since February. I can really see the closeness you have together, and it always brightens my day when you come in. If you’d like, I can see Jennifer alone next time. Next Thursday at 3?”

I’m not surprised. Even with everything going on, I have been feeling better lately. With the help of a mild antidepressant, I can dip into a well of happiness whenever I smile.

My wife, on the other hand, has been stuck at home for a year with two preschoolers and a baby. She’s anxious, so tightly-wound that everything sets her off. A popcorn maker left on the counter from our “date night” instils, without warning, a seething rage the next day. After the kids have climbed all over her, she doesn’t want to be touched. She needs a break. After 5pm, I take care of them and give her some time off, every day. There is no time for beer with friends, and there won’t be for a very long time.

At least I don’t have to visit the marriage counsellor next week.

That’s when my first gay threesome is scheduled.

“I’m bringing together two previous characters,” I tell one Grindr buddy, “The 5-minute kid and the engaged guy.” Adam and Jack. It’s surreal. I feel like a puppet-master.

“So jealous ;),” he writes back. “Lemme know when it’s on your blog.”

It’s exciting – the 20yo Adam is sexually charged. And I loved chatting about married life with Jack. I wouldn’t mind getting together for coffee with him as his wedding approaches.

Hookups are a lot like public speaking. After the first few awkward attempts, you become natural and relaxed. When the day comes, I’m casual. I get a lot of work done in the morning.

By noon, it turns out that Adam has to work until 4 and can’t meet at 3 as promised. And he needs a ride.

I drive down to where he works and he squeezes into my tiny car. The young Caucasian has slick black hair and he’s built like a football player. He tries to push his seat back, but it’s blocked by the baby seat behind it.

As we drive, he’s a ball of energy.

“My mom and sister were gone this weekend,” he tells me, “So I drove to Timberville and had sex!” He holds up his phone, sporting a young man in a black shirt. “It was this dude. Did you ever talk to him?”

Being smaller than University Town, Timberville’s population is starving for sex. Late at night, 18 year-olds often contact me, but there are easier pickings locally.

“Just a sec,” he says, and Snapchats a photo of himself. “Okay, who was the waiter? Was it him?” He scrolls through an ensemble of baseball-cap wearing dudes and I say no to each one. “Come on, I wanna know! Wait, Bi guy is saying we have to hurry, his room-mate’s coming back at 5.”

It’s 4:30 when we pull up next to the apartment building. The asian man paces anxiously in the lobby.

We quickly pile into the elevator and he tells us our cover story. “If my roommate comes back, you guys are my beach volleyball buddies. Got it?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“Just nod and go with it.”

We go into his spartan bedroom and quickly strip. We’re on the bed. Jack lays back and Adam engulfs he penis. Moments later I jump on him, straddle his face, and shove into his mouth.

“Oh gahg gyeah,” Jack manages to utter, but his mouth is full of my penis. He sucks on it eagerly. I can’t believe I’m in a fucking threesome. Jack’s having a lot of fun, it seems, as his familiar moans get more urgent.

“Ugh kay guys I’m gonna cum,” he sputters. I pull out to watch. Adam holds Jack’s penis up and a moment later it erupts powerfully. Jack shoots himself in the face and all down his chest, then lays there gasping, chest heaving.

It looks delicious. I dive in and get what I can from his leaking penis, then lap his warm sperm off of his his toned abs.

Adam watches and slowly moves his foreskin up and down his thick cock. I have an idea.

“Hey guys, last time I was here, I choked on Jack’s cock.”

“Yeah I read that, I’m sorry.”

“And now,” I grin evilly, “I think it’s time for a little payback.”

“What?! ”Jack’s eyes widen in shock.

“I want you to suck his cock,” I order. “And I want you to make him gag on it!”

They both stare at me, Jack in growing horror, and Adam with a sly grin. The kid spreads his legs and lets his thick penis flop down under its own massive weight.

“Okay, whatever, I’m game.” says Jack, and rolls over to his task.

Jack bobs his head up and down, and Adam sits back and enjoys it.

“That’s not good enough,” I tell them. I can still remember nearly vomiting as Jack obliviously plunged down my throat with his full bodyweight last week. “Come on, make him gag!” I command. I put my palm on his head and shove. Immediately I hear the muffled gurgle and I know it’s working.

It turns me on, and I’m horrified that it does. I don’t show it though. “That’s enough.” I let him up. He coughs and wipes his eyes. ”Now it’s my turn.”

I bend down and grab Adam’s penis, pull his foreskin up around my tongue, and swirl around. His taste is gone already, so I start blowing him. Moment’s later, he’s humping me from below. We fall out of sync so he grabs my head. It works, and I feel him shooting, filling my mouth with his sperm.

I’m the only game in town now, and both of them take turns sucking on me. But I came too recently, so help them out.

“Where should I cum?” I ask.

“On my chest,” Jack offers immediately.

I kneel over him, my butt to his neck, and start shooting. Then I just keep going.

When I’m done, I hear Adam snigger.

“Oh wow,” Jack says.

It’s like he’s been sunbathing in thunder shower. I’ve covered Jack’s whole chest with thick drops of cum. They start to pool under his pecs.

“Yeah, uh, sorry man,” I say, grinning proudly. He starts to wipe himself with a tissue, then gives up and goes to the bathroom for a towel.

Adam and I pull on our shorts and continue our conversation from the drive over. When Jack comes back with two gnome-mugs full of water, we’re talking about anal intercourse.

“It’s just not something I’ve ever fantasized about,” I tell him. “I can never meet up with a lot of guys again, because they want anal.”

Jack herds us towards the pile of shoes near the door.

“Don’t do it,” Adam tells me. “It just hurts for the first few inches. And with Asians… I mean if his cock isn’t long enough, that’s all you get.”

“But you’re a bottom, right?” Jack says. “You’re just trying to keep all the fun for yourself.”

Adam laughs, unable to keep a straight face. “Yeah, I am.”

“Would you like anything else? More water?!” Jack asks, making increasingly panicked glances toward the door.

“Um, no, I guess we should go now?” I suggest.

I drive Adam back through the 5pm traffic, and we chat about work and life, but mostly about sex. It’s wonderful to be able to share with someone, and I’m disappointed when he gets out at the bus stop. I can’t help thinking I’ve made two new friends. Or at least the beginnings of buddy-ship.

The next morning when I check my phone, I get a message from Jack.

“Hey Pete, I’m going to uninstall grindr now. I think it’s time for me to stop playing around and get settled down with my fiancee. Thanks for the fun time we had ;)”

I smile, recalling the previous afternoon. I’m sad to lose him, and happy for his new life. Plus, for the next while at least, I am the last man to cum on him.