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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joshua Taylor
Freedom!
As I'm driving, I'm not sure where I'm going. Just to be by myself for a change is enjoyment enough. But I must make good use of this opportunity to be alone for a while. I drive away from the area we stay in, and see if I can find a bar where no one'll know me at all.
Heading out to the northern part of the city, I eventually spot a place on one of the street corners. It looks fairly inconspicuous and not like those ultra-modern places the hip "trendroids" hang out in. It'll probably be filled with old, drunk fossils, so I can relax and down a few beers in peace.
I park Stacey's little white Chevy around the corner from the bar, just in case someone I know spots me getting out of it. It would be embarrassing, as I would've preferred a Corvette but it's still too soon to ask Stacey to get me one. I'll need to do much more time before that can be arranged. I grin.
The bar is nearly empty, with some old-timers playing pool in one corner and a bunch of ugly hags sitting in a booth, cackling about some or other shit.
At about 330 pounds, the bartender must be in his fifties. He has long gray hair, a bandanna tied around his head, and he's wearing a pair of old, faded Levi's and a check shirt, a size too big for him. Almost impossible, I know!
The bar is quite dark and country music's playing on the sound-system. It looks like everyone else, apart from the players and their women, is keeping to themselves. The two guys seated separately at the bar are worshipping their poison.
I get to the counter and ask for a beer. The bartender places it in front of me without a word. I lean against the bar and scan the room. A very young guy is sitting by himself at a table in the dark.
Well, he can't be that young because he seems to be nursing a whiskey. His whole vibe screams out that he wants to be left alone. But I'm not one to take such repellent moods into consideration, no matter how loud, subtle, or desperate they are.
I walk right up to his table and face him. "Hi there." I tilt my beer in his direction.
"Hi," he mutters.
Not a happy camper it seems.
"Care if I join you?"
For a moment, he just stares at me with his big blue eyes and I swear his cheeks start to flush and lips part ever so slightly as he fully notices me. Interesting...a faggot then? He tries his best to hide his response, but I catch him looking me over and taking in my tight blue T-shirt and fitted black jeans. Oh yes. Definitely one.
He swallows uncomfortably. "Sure."
"Thanks, man!" I swing a chair out and take a seat diagonally across from him. I don't want it to appear like we're on a date, and I definitely don't want to sit right next to him.
"What's a guy like you doing alone here? I mean, seriously, this place? You're too well-dressed for this kind of joint."
He's got ash-blond hair and is actually pretty for a guy. He's wearing snug fitting navy chinos and a pair of stylish boots. The kind you find in those designer men's boutiques. His short-sleeved, slim-fit, button-down shirt shows off his lean body well. He's probably only about five foot three, and toned.
"I can ask you the same question," he replies.
Cheeky! I like it.
"I ditched my girlfriend at home and decided to get some fresh air. You know how it is?" I wink.
Of course, he doesn't.
"Yes, sure." A bit of hesitation in his voice.
I smile. He's shifting in his chair and can't take his eyes of me, except for flicking them away from time to time to try and not give himself away. What a wuss.
Lemme see if I can have some fun here. Maybe he'll end up paying for my drinks.
With total innocence in my voice and putting on my best buddy face, I start reeling him in. "My girlfriend is giving me some serious shit, man. She's so clingy, and I never get time to be by myself. Sometimes I think I'm not cut out to be with a woman, you know?"
He eyes me suspiciously for a moment, as if he's trying to catch any subterfuge, but then seems to decide there's none.
"I understand. I'm Kyle." He reaches out for a handshake.
His hand is soft but there's some grip to it.
"Joshua."
"Hi, Joshua," he emphasizes, like he really wants to remember my name.
"You know, women can be so needy and draining. It drives me crazy, man. I was just out now looking for some good male company."
I can see by his sudden eye movement that he notices the double connotation.
"I suppose a bar would be a good place to look for that," he says with a slight shrug.
"Oh yeah...but I must admit, I was at first disappointed with the crowd here. But then luckily, I saw someone at least around my age. You!"
He tilts his head. "You've never been here before?"
"No, you?"
"No. I had an argument with someone and just needed a place to calm down. I was walking past when I spotted this place."
"Ah. I understand. What was the argument about? If I may ask?" I lean in towards him.
"I caught my lover cheating on me and when I confronted... (he breathes deeply) ...him, he denied it."
He appears anxious now, as if he's waiting for me to turn on him for his blatant admission.
Not yet. I'm having too much fun.
"That's a bummer, man. You look mighty fine to me. I can't understand why he would cheat on you." I give him my sexiest smile.
Blushing, he drops his gaze. Fucking seriously! A blush, how sweet.
"Thanks. Unfortunately, he felt I was too clingy too. Like your girlfriend." He glares up at me.
Ouch! "I suppose I deserve that."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to imply you two are the same." He drops his gaze again.
Good save, buddy. I can see why your guy cheated on you. You're a real pleaser. Nice to know and file for future reference.
We sit in silence for a moment. He takes another sip of his whiskey, and I down my beer in one go. I slam it onto the table. Not too hard to frighten the poor kid. "I'm ready for another one."
"I'll get it."
He gets up and walks to the bar. Fortunately, he walks like a guy and his queerness isn't too obvious. He has a cute ass though and his slim frame makes him easily maneuverable. I'm sure he's pretty pliable in bed and I start to get a slight stiffy.
Fuck no. I'm not going down that road again. Focus, Joshua! Just have some harmless fun. C'mon, dude!
He comes back with another beer. Hands it to me and my hand brushes his gently. He gasps and sits down.
"Thanks. This'll go down well." I pretend I didn't notice his reaction.
I take a nice gulp of my beer, and he gazes at me while swirling his whiskey in his hand.
"You're welcome."
This place is actually depressing. With the whining sound of song about love lost in my ear and the dark and dingy atmosphere, it's really no place for guys like us.
"So besides sitting here to calm down, what were your other plans for the evening?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead. I was going to walk to my sister's place down the road because I'd been living with the guy. I suppose I must make plans to get my stuff from his place as well." He frowns and stares into his glass.
A quick thought...
"Do you need help with that? I've got my girlfriend's car here and if there's no furniture involved, I can help you get it now. What do you say?"
His eyes widen. "You sure? That would actually be so much better than me trying to go back again and get it. Who knows, he may actually dump it somewhere, just out of spite."
"We can't have that now, can we? I also have another wicked idea. Let's pretend you've already moved on and I'll pose as your new fling for the night! The one you just picked up to get over him. What do you say??"
"You would do that?" Kyle smiles shyly.
"Yes, sure, why not? He's a schmuck, so why can't we rub his face in it?"
"Ok. Deal," he says, grinning from ear to ear. Beautiful!
We finish our drinks and he pays my tab. Nice.
We head out to the car, and he directs me to his place. Now his ex's place. He looks a bit nervous and kind of upset. Poor faggot must've loved the guy.
When we get there, he buzzes the apartment number and we're let in. The guy upstairs probably thinks Kyle is coming to tell him that all's forgiven. Well, he's in for a big surprise.
I grimace wickedly.
In the elevator, I grab Kyle around the waist and squeeze him against me. He inhales sharply. Man, he smells good...
He stares up at me shyly, and I give him a nice big grin. His face is now very close to mine.
The elevator doors open, and I lead him out with my hand still around his waist. He tries to move away from me but I don't let him.
We reach the apartment, and he knocks on the door.
"Don't you have a key?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Well then fucking use it!"
He takes his key out of his back pocket and unlocks the door just before the ex opens it.
I glare at the ex. He is looking at me more than at Kyle. The asshole sweeps his leering gaze over my body, but then he raises one eyebrow and glances at Kyle.
He's probably about twenty-nine or so, with slightly receding, short black hair. Not a bad build, but is no real looker either. He'll probably be fat in a few years' time. Looking at him, it looks like he's milking his youth for all it's worth, while he still has some. Though someone could deem him fit at first glance, all the telltale signs are there that he doesn't exercise, like the slight pudginess in awkward places that he simply can't hide.
"Come on, babe. Let's get your stuff." With that, I let go of Kyle and walk in uninvited.
"Jack, this is Joshua. Joshua, Jack," I hear Kyle say.
I glance back and shrug, as if the fact that it has a name means anything to somebody.
Kyle catches up to me, and we start packing a small case with his few possessions. The guy really has nothing here except his wardrobe, a few small electronic gadgets, a bag of toiletries, and a stack of old, sentimental DVDs.
We head out without stopping to say goodbye and as soon as we reach the car, I bust out laughing. "Did you see his face?"
Kyle is laughing too, albeit a little nervously.
"Yes, thanks. You were great and he totally bought it."
"No hassles, man. I'll drop you off at your sister's, but then I need to head home. I'm sure my girlfriend will start wondering where I am."
His face goes slack and he tries his best to hide his disappointment.
Stacey texted me twice already, checking if I'm on my way home, but I just ignored it.
Once we get to his sister's apartment, I carry his case to her door. "Thanks for the company and drama tonight. It's been fun."
"Don't you want to come in?" he asks with anticipation in a lilting voice.
"No, I've got to go."
"Ok. But please give me your number so I can contact you sometime."
"I'd rather not," I say curtly, ignoring the disenchantment on his face. Without a pause, I turn around and walk back to the car.
I text Stacey to let her know I'm on my way, start the car, and drive back to her place.
I'm horny as hell.
I get home and Stacey's still up, waiting for me. No surprise there.
As I close the door behind me, I start pulling my shirt over my head then undo my boots. I unbuckle my belt and yank my pants and briefs off in one shot as I'm walking straight to the bedroom.
I enter the room gripping my hard prick with my right hand and shoot her an intense and determined look. Stacey's reading and glances up. She's wearing my black Metallica T-shirt and her blonde hair is tied up in a loose bun. Her reading glasses are making her appear insanely smart.
Her eyes light up. She puts down her book, takes off her glasses and unties her blonde hair. It cascades down over her shoulders. "Miss me?" she asks with a naughty smile.
Instead of a reply, I lie on the bed with my pole standing up proudly and prop two pillows under my head for a better view with my arms crossed behind my head. She knows the drill.
By now she's already taken off the T-shirt and slipped out of her panties. She climbs on top of me and positions herself just above my prick. Foreplay is unnecessary because I already smell her musk. Her tits are firm and her nipples are hard and pointy, ready for me to suck on them. But not tonight.
She lowers herself slowly onto me and envelopes my prick nice and snuggly.
"Mmm," I moan.
She rides me and her moans grow louder and louder. As she impales herself time and time again on me, her tits bob up and down and her hair flips forward. Her pussy muscles caress my prick.
"Yesss..." That feels so awesomely good.
"You feel even bigger tonight, honey," she gasps.
"Face the other way," is all I say, and she turns herself around.
I watch her ass bob up and down and although her hips are rounder than how I imagine Kyle's are, I manage to merge my fantasy with the reality and closely observe myself being pleasured this way. In my mind, it's Kyle's compact, lean body that's rising and falling on my shaft.
Eventually, I decide that this isn't getting me off fast enough, so I roll her onto her back. My prick slips out in the process, as she's trying to get herself into a more comfortable position.
Damn!
I position my prick against her snatch-lips and shove in.
"Oh, honey! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!" she demands.
I comply with vigor and fuck her like crazy.
Her tits gracelessly rock up and down and side to side while I'm riding the hell out of her and it ruins the illusion for me.
I stop and pull out. Her eyes widen.
"Turn onto your stomach!"
She narrows her eyes. We've never fucked in that position before, but she turns around obediently anyway.
I grab a pillow and shove it under her pelvis. I spread her legs far apart, position my prick at the opening of her tunnel, and shove myself inside.
"Oh...yes...!" Her voice is muffled, but I can tell by her straggled cries that she really likes this.
I wonder...
"I want to try something else!"
"What?" she mutters.
I slip my prick out of her cunt and position the mushroom-head at her tight little asshole. We've definitely never done this before and I'm sure it'll hurt. Her juices have lubricated my prick nicely enough.
I enter her.
"Ouch! It hurts!"
"It'll be nice in a second, baby."
I push further into her and squeeze my hand under her to finger her clit. Just to take her mind off the pain.
"You're nice and tight, Ky...Stacey."
She stiffens, which just makes her ass grip me tighter. Oh nice!
Ignoring her response, I carry on fucking her. Her virgin ass is sublime!
I picture Kyle squirming under me, and Stacey's hushed moans just add fuel to my lusty determination. I start fucking her thoughtlessly.
A few minutes later, I shoot my load into her. "Fuck yes!"
I give a few more thrusts and then slide out of her. The cum follows my withdrawal and runs out of her ass and down her gash. I have to do this more often.
While I finished, she'd remained rigid. She might have just endured it in order to satisfy me. Lucky me. I would've been mad as hell if she had tried to stop me from fucking her like that and would've even smacked her.
I roll off her and flop down next to her. She turns her head towards me, and I try to kiss her but she pulls away from me. I swear her eyes are tearing up. Damn, here we go with the waterworks!
I don't say anything and roll over, away from her, to get some shut-eye.
"Who were you thinking of?" she asks under her breath.
My mind races. "What are you taking about?"
"You cried out `Ky' before you said my name."
"Oh that. It was a mistake, Stacey, a slip of the tongue. You know that. Have I ever called anyone's name out ever? To be honest, I think I tried to say two different things at once. Shit, woman, I was in the middle of trying out something new, you know?"
There's a long silence, but a few minutes later she gently puts her arm round my waist to cuddle.
I let out a soft sigh of relief. Bullet dodged.
We both fall asleep.