Hector worked in music and although he did not have a ‘big
break’, he had an almost clichéd attitude of a musician. The focus of the
conversation constantly shifted back to him. He told stories and only stories
he found interesting we not interrupted for one reason or another. He had a minor
attraction factor. He worked out or at least kept in shape with a lithe body
and abs. He looked cute in a boy-next-door sort of way, without having the
allure of actually been the boy next door. I saw him and wanted to fuck him.
Our mutual friends introduced us over dinner and as we drank
various types of alcohol from Margaritas, to a Ginger and Vodka drink my friend
created, a few Crispin Ciders, and finally a hard lemonade (hand pressed not
from a bottle) we all got decently inebriated together. We hung over for
several hours and around 1:30 AM, Hector got up and called someone.
“Hey, how long is the wait time on a song?” He had a strong
tenor voice, but the more he drank the wispier the sound.
My ears promptly jumped up at the idea of karaoke and at the
idea of going back him with him to the city. The clothes he wore consisted of
the clothes he wore at work. Black pants and a button-up white shirt covered
his lithe frame. I wanted to see what his body looked like without those
clothes on top of me fucking me hard.
“Yeah, it’s this bar I know called ******.”
“Well, can I go?”
In a matter of minutes, the four of us all headed out into
the city. We walked down the street while I talked to my friend and Hector
talked to her boyfriend. The conversation remained inconsequential in the sense
that I only kept looking down at his ass as he walked. The first bar turned out to be a bust,
considering my female companion had no identification saying she was of age (of
course, she wasn’t so this fact made complete sense), but Hector needed to
harass the doorman about it instead of just letting it go.
On our way back, however, I heard a noise that was either a
dying animal or people singing karaoke. We walked into the bar, asked about
karaoke, and then headed upstairs to this dimly lit longue and bar area with a
small stage and two microphones. Two flaming men stood up there and danced and
sang with drinks in hand. We all smiled as we walked in and made our way to the
DJ. We all requested songs, got more drinks, and then proceeded to drink in
more excess.
Finally, my friend and her boyfriend decided to leave, which
left me alone with Hector. He still wanted to sing (after the second bar
stopped karaoke), and at 3:30 in the morning the only other place was the bar
we formerly could not get into. Without my friend, we walked right in. Hector
vanished for several minutes, and he appeared only long enough to get us all
kicked out.
At this juncture, I must say that I do not smoke marijuana
very often. I tend to keep my addiction to alcohol. It is simple and legal. Due
to my inebriation that night, however, I began smoking right there on the
street with Hector as we walked to his train to bring us to the Upper East
Side.
I stroke his ego the entire trip and as we finally got off
the subway, he blatantly started laughing from either the thc in his system or
the alcohol that reddened his face. “I find it amazing that two guys like us
can meet and have no attraction to each other.” I paused for a minute, and glad
that he looked away, due me just wanting sex. “It’s a wonderful thing.” He turned to me with a broad smile
and squinted eyes.
I pushed on my best fake smile and nodded, “Well, I just
wanted to make sure you got home. So, I will see you around.”
“Is this about what I said?”
“No, this is about the fact that it’s 5 AM, and I need to
get home.” If my night was going to lead to me going home and jerking off, I’d
rather quicken the pace to the jerk off session than sit in the city and figure
out what’s going on.
He looked at me for a second and responded, “Why don’t we go
back to my place and play video games?”
For a second, I looked at him as if he just spoke to me in
Klingon. Then I shrugged my shoulders and followed him back home. The entire
trip back I continued to question him, and he answered everything I said with
another question, which I promptly answered. The man seemed to take everything
in and spew it back out only looking for my answers. This infuriated me, but in
all honesty, I wanted a place to lie down and sleep or to perhaps play some
video games.
When we arrived at his place, instead of putting on a
system, he turned on Boardwalk Empire.
I have heard good things about this show. However, I did not want to start
watching it during Season 2; Episode 12. Neither one of us knew what was going
on. I sat on the middle cushion of the couch and he was pressed up against the
left side. About twenty minutes in the episode, he stood up and walked into his
bedroom. He came out wearing only a towel. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
In my head, I picture the two of us under a faucet making
out rubbing bodies together with me leaning down to draw his smaller body into
mine. He left the door unlocked and I made my way into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you were taking a shower.”
“Yes, I’m taking a shower. You can wait in there.”
I about slapped him and left, but the chance of sex still
lingered. At the very least, the sexual tension between the two of us was
growing, mostly because the tension between us was growing defiantly from my
side.
When he came out of the shower, he walked into his bedroom
in a towel. I followed him in and we began to embark on another one of my
ego-stroking conversations. I wanted him out of the towel. I wanted to see his
cock and his ass. I wanted to see it all. I wanted to fuck him and make him
moan.
He asked me to leave as he got dressed, and I came back in
after the appropriate time with him already under the blankets. I lay down
beside him and we continued talking. Eventually, I just gave in and moved over
to kiss him. The conversation bored me, and if this kiss bored me, I would
leave. He suddenly became very aware and pressed his lips against mine as I
leaned over him.
I moved my hand down his body feeling the ridges of abs and
the muscles of his pecs. I moved it down to his red boxer briefs and felt the
member promptly growing to its full size. I pulled at the band of his underwear
and his cock popped out. It was more then adequate if he was going to fuck me
long and thick but nothing expressive in terms of length or girth. Just right.
I pulled them down and he kicked them off as I took his cock
into my mouth. His hands, instead of groping my head, he began to feel himself
up completing the egocentrism in his personality I saw all night. It made me
smile as I kicked off my pants and took my mouth from his cock long enough to
take off my shirt. I moved my cock up to his mouth and forced it in.
He grabbed the base with his hands and began sucking the
head. Eventually, mostly due to his
inability to actually please me this way, I began kissing him again. He got
aggressive and turned me over on my side. He grabbed at the edge of his
mattress that filled the majority of the floor of his room and grabbed a
condom. With me on my back, he placed it over my cock and grabbed the lube to
lube himself and me up.
He brought his body down on it slowly, but not slowly enough
and I could see the pain contort on his face. He got most of the way down, and
then pulled up turning around on all fours with a simple, “Fuck me.”
I did just that and got up pressing my cock into him. He
craned his head around with his eyes closed and mouth opened. I put my cock
into him slowly, and after a moment began pounding him. After a couple minutes,
he could not take it any more, and had me pull out.
He rolled over onto his side, and to finish, we watched porn
and jerked off. I ended up coming all over my chest and he did the same. He
stood up with his cock still protruding from his body hard, perhaps ready for
another round. “You need something to wipe up?”
I raised my eyebrows at him with a chuckle, “Yeah,
obviously.”
He handed me a tissue.
As he walked into the shower, I used the tissue, which stuck
to my body and looked like a wad of cum when I finished with it. I tossed it in
an old Abercrombie bag that I believe had nothing else but garbage in it. I did
not pay enough attention to care. I promptly grabbed all my stuff and left just
as the sun illuminated the city. I opened my phone and put in the coordinates
to get home looking them over just long enough before my phone died.
The trip home took longer than anticipated as I got lost
going further north instead of south, but I made it home nonetheless.
The following day, I told my friend, who set us up, about
the sexual adventure. After giving me a “Don’t ruin this for us,” she stated
she was going to see him that afternoon. I found out he said he was glad I left,
as he just wanted to sleep. I was glad about another story, enough if I did not
get to play video games.
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