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  “So how’d we do?” Paul asked, pulling me as close to him as possible with our barstools. I threw a leg over his and rested a hand on his waist.

  “You rocked out. It was awesome, dude. I’m sure my face is shiny from all the dancing I did.”

  “I want to lick that sweat right off your skin, honey,” he said, leaning in to sniff at my neck and trail his tongue up my cheek.

  “Shit, Paul. Unless you want me to blow right here in front of an audience, dial it back a bit.”

  “I will, though I think you might actually let yourself go right here, if I asked you to.” He ran a thick finger over my lips and I nipped at it.

  “Don’t tempt me,” I said, then moved back to get some air. “How was work?” I asked, hoping to diffuse a little of the sexual tension that had built up around us.

  “It was okay. Buzz got into it with another customer today. This is his last warning. One more time, and he’s fired, I don’t care what his superiors say.” Paul finished his beer and asked the bartender for another one.

  “Why’s he still working there anyway, if he’s such an asshole and a bad employee?”

  “Ownership’s nephew,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

  “Wow. Nepotism at its best.”

  “You betcha.” He rubbed a hand over my thigh. “You had a good day?”

  I used my glass to make wet rings in the condensation on the bar’s surface. “Sure. I got to see my brother, did some cleaning.”

  “Your brother?” he prompted.

  “Yeah. He’s being treated in a center that cares for people with PTSD, paranoia, flashbacks, you get the idea. He came back from Afghanistan completely messed up, and we used to live in this shitty apartment that wasn’t helping things at all.”

  Paul nodded. “Was that why you were always on edge?”

  “Yeah. Finally, my boss gave me an ultimatum, which, actually, was a godsend. We got a new place to stay that has a much more peaceful environment which my brother could tolerate, along with cheaper rent so I could keep saving up to get him into the center where he’s at now. He’s been there for a few months, and he’s thriving.”

  Paul took my hand in his. “You the older brother?” he asked.

  “Yeah. We’re the only family each of us has anymore. Our parents are gone, and any relatives we may have elsewhere, including South Korea, are lost to us. So it’s real important that we take care of each other. We’re all we have.” And that was a burden I’d carried for so long, I hadn’t realized how heavy it was.

  “Ah, sweetheart, you’re the best family anyone could ever have. I’m sure your brother loves you and worships the ground you walk on.”

  “I don’t know about all that,” I said, blushing.

  “I do. It’s the way I would be if I were your brother and you cared for me the way you do him. What’s his name?”

  “Joey,” I said, smiling. “He’s a far cry, health-wise, from how he used to be, but he’s getting better, and that’s all I care about.”

  “That’s real good, Derrick.”

  We remained like that, wrapped up in each other at the bar, talking about family and jobs until the bartender announced the bar was closing in ten minutes.”

  Surprised, I looked at my watch and realized it was almost two in the morning. “Damn, where’d the time go?” I asked, untangling myself from Paul and standing up to stretch.

  He palmed my crotch and I leaned into his touch. “You’re very touchy feely, you know that?”

  “Problem for you?” he replied, taking out cash and placing it on the counter to pay for our drinks.

  “Not at all. My preferences are on display for the world to see.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me outside.

  The air had grown chillier and I shivered in my thin shirt. “Let’s go to your place, Paul.”

  “Sure, babe.” We walked with our arms around each other, got into his SUV, and took off down the road.

  * * * *

  “You know, the bartender asked me earlier what I did to catch your attention,” I said, admiring the way Paul drove, his hands firm and steady on the steering wheel. As a professional driver, I could appreciate his skill after dealing with so many nitwits on the road during the week.

  He snorted. “They all wonder about me because I usually play my cards close to the chest. But you, you’re a special case. There’s no way I could resist you, especially when you turned up at the club, just ripe for the taking.” He took a left at the next traffic light.

  “So what is this thing we’re doing, do you know?” I wasn’t sure why it mattered, but I was curious to hear what he’d say.

  “It’s something new, at least to me. I’ve been perfectly fine doing my own thing for years. I have sex when I need it, but there’s something about you that got under my skin from the first time I saw you get out of that Freightliner, pissed as hell. I’m just happy to have a chance to explore it. What do you think?” he asked, hanging a right onto a now familiar street where his apartment building was located.

  “I…well, this is brand new to me, too. I haven’t had the chance to do much in the way of relationships, having to grow up so fast, taking care of my brother when my parents died, and then when he came back from overseas. I’m having a good time, though. That a good enough answer, for now?”

  “Yup.”

  Paul parked in his usual spot and escorted me up to his place. Once inside, I followed him to the kitchen and sat at the tiny table. “Tell me something,” I said, while he brewed coffee for both of us.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  “How long have you lived here?” I smiled in thanks when he set a steaming mug on a saucer in front of me.

  “What you’re really wondering is, why don’t I leave this little rathole of a box for something better?” he said, hitting the nail on the head.

  “Well, yeah.” I blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

  “Truth is, I haven’t really felt the need. I don’t have people over, much, and it’s suited me for many years. It’s convenient for work, cheap, and provides the bare necessities of life: shelter, warmth, and running water. Lately, though, I’ve considered moving to a bigger place, maybe even a house. There’s no rush on that, however.”

  “I see. Just wondered. I can’t make a comment either way, especially if you’d seen where Joey and I used to live. The trailer we have now is the Ritz compared to that, believe me.” I drank some more coffee.

  “Trailer, huh? Sounds neat. We’re going there tomorrow, right? For the barbecue?”

  “Yeah, if you still want to go,” I said.

  “Sure I do. I want to meet your friends.”

  “I’d like that.”

  We finished our coffee in silence, and then, after placing our cups in the sink, Paul leaned back against the kitchen counter and asked, “So how do you feel about being fucked by a dildo?”

  * * * *

  My cock liked that idea just fine. The bulge at my crotch grew as much as it could, considering how tight my pants were. I stood and sauntered over to press my body fully against his. This freedom to be myself with Paul was heady.

  Running my hands up that firm chest to his neck, I said, “I’m game for anything you want. I’m all yours tonight, Fontana.”

  “Good.” He kissed me quickly, then hugged me to his side as we walked to the bedroom at the back of the apartment.

  Paul sat on the bed, then positioned me between his knees. “I saw you dancing out there, this sexy body of yours driving me to distraction.” He caressed my ribs, and I gripped his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall over as my limbs turned to jelly. “It’s a good thing I know all the songs by heart, or there’d have been a lot of wrong notes out there tonight.”

  “Want me to dance for you, right now?” I caressed the back of his head, then pushed his face into my chest. “Or how about I dance on the dildo while you watch? You like watching me, don’t you?”

  He grabbed my hands and held them in one of
his. “I love watching you, and that’s a great idea. Why don’t you strip while I get everything ready?”

  I moved away from him and quickly got out of my clothes, though I had to shimmy out of the jeans carefully since I wasn’t wearing underwear, and my cock was super-hard.

  “Shit,” I heard Paul say from behind me. “I wondered how the hell you got into those things.”

  “It took some effort,” I replied, snickering as I almost fell on my ass while trying to get my jeans off without removing my shoes. Silly me.

  “You’re too cute for words,” was Paul’s only comment, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

  By the time I was nude, Paul was also naked, and he sat on the edge of the bed, a bright blue dildo held straight up on the mattress between his thighs and covered with lube.

  “Dance for me baby,” he murmured, and I began to do just that. I twisted, swerved, and did figure eights with my ass and hips, and every time I came close to the dildo, I squatted over the sex toy until it just kissed my hole. Then, I would just allow the tip inside me before pulling off.

  I did this over and over again, Paul adding more lube with each pass and my ass taking more and more in until the last time. I steadied myself over the dildo, my back to his, and sank all the way down until I sat on his legs.

  “Mm, Jeezus, I feel so full,” I said, back arched, and my head resting against him.

  “Fuck, you make me hot no matter what you do, baby. You could be a dancer. Ever thought of that?” Paul asked as he rubbed my chest and played with my nipples.

  “Not really,” I replied, lost in the sensations of us together as I gyrated and felt the stretch and burn of the toy inside me.

  “Get ready, baby.” He pressed the vibrate button, and suddenly my channel rippled with pleasure.

  “Ah!” I cried out, and held on as the dildo buzzed inside me, hitting my prostate repeatedly. “Oh God,” I whimpered, arching even further back as the sensations continued to build.

  “Let go, sweetheart,” Paul said as he grabbed my aching cock and jacked it, lube at the ready to make the slide and rub just this side of perfect.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, spurting all over us seconds later, my blunt nails digging into his thighs as I fucked into his fist, spewing ejaculate everywhere.

  “That’s the way, love,” he said, urging me on as I kept pouring liquid out of my slit. “Hotter than fire, that’s what you are.”

  He brought his fingers to my lips and I licked them clean. Then, keeping it all on my tongue, I turned my head, and sought his mouth in order to share my jizz with him. It was a kiss that made me melt inside. It was so tender, as if we’d been lovers for years instead of barely two days.

  Paul pulled away and slowly helped me remove the dildo. “On the bed with you, hot stuff,” he said, and went to the bathroom with the toy.

  When he came back, I was on my stomach, ass in the air, wiggling it at him. “Take me from behind,” I said, begging him with everything I had.

  “How do you feel about a blindfold?” he asked as he kneeled behind me.

  Oh, yeah. Kinky. “I’d love it. Put it on me, quick. Hurry! I need you.”

  I closed my eyes tight and listened to the sounds of movement around me. Soon, I felt a cloth over my eyes and then it was tied behind my head.

  “You good?” he asked, rubbing my back.

  “Better than,” I replied, reveling in my heightened senses. I shimmied my ass again. “I’m ready, Paul. Fuck me already, please?”

  “Hold on.” He got behind me and I heard the crinkling of plastic which I assumed was the condom.

  Seconds later, his cock was at my hole, and then he pushed in, all the way to his furry balls. I was wide open from being fucked with the dildo, and my dick was even starting to fill again.

  “Do it, Fontana. Make me feel you for days!”

  He took me at my word and rode me hard. The blindfold made me hyper-aware of everything, made me feel more. We worked together, in and out, back and forth as he built up a momentum that had my hand flat on the headboard so I wouldn’t get pounded into it.

  Paul lifted one of my legs out to the side and changed the angle so he was now brushing my prostate with each pass.

  “Goddamn, that’s it!” he said, and fucked me harder.

  I didn’t have the breath for speech, but I squeezed him as we moved in sync, grunting with each hard thrust until Paul’s pace became erratic and he came on a long moan.

  Soon after that, he pulled out, and he turned me over. “Sit up, sweetness,” he said. And I did, hard and aching to come. I heard him moving around, but he didn’t remove my blindfold.

  Then, he maneuvered me onto his lap so I straddled him, chest to chest. I felt his warm hand on my hip, then he used his other one to jack my cock. “Just feel it, baby. Let the pleasure run through you.” He kept up a steady rhythm.

  “God,” I whispered, pushing up into his fist, my hand fumbling for his shoulder so I could hang on.

  “That’s it, sweetie. Go with it, don’t hold back.”

  It didn’t take long for me to lose it, and it was as if rivers of cum poured out of me, nonstop, for minutes on end.

  When I finally stopped, Paul shared my release with me and we kissed, just like last time, exchanging fluids and bringing us even closer together.

  He took off the blindfold and kissed my forehead. “Ready for bed?”

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “I suppose we should, since it’s almost four in the morning.”

  He patted my hip and we both got up and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit. When we got back to the room, Paul and I snuggled under the covers and immediately fell asleep.

  * * *

  The next afternoon, after a hand job, a post-breakfast fuck, and a movie, I gave Paul directions and he drove us to the trailer park. After arriving, we went over to my place first so I could change into something else before heading to the barbecue pit.

  I introduced him to the folks there. Adrian already knew Paul from work. Bud and Sara were pleased to meet him, as was Trev, one of the other drivers for ConcreteXpress, and his boyfriend Grant, both of whom were visiting. The other residents waved as we passed by.

  I led Paul over to a spot near the grill and we sat, side by side. The day was cool and bright, and there was a pile of blankets available for anyone who was cold.

  “This is nice,” Paul said, staring out over the park and studying the forest just beyond.

  “Yeah, it is. The folks who live here tend to die here, too.” When he gave me a funny look, I clarified. “I mean, they stay here forever. No one wants to leave. Why would they?”

  “I know I wouldn’t want to. It’s a slice of paradise.” I nodded.

  As time wore on, food came and went, and the conversations ranged from serious to downright raunchy.

  “Tell me his ass is as tight as it looks,” Trev said to Paul, smirking as he drank his beer.

  “Trev!” Grant hissed, elbowing him in the gut. “Please ignore him. Uncouth is his middle name.”

  “It’s much, much tighter,” Paul replied, and I blushed.

  “Really? This is adult conversation?” Adrian asked, his tone aiming for superior, but falling far short.

  “That’s not what you said last night when my dick was so far up your butt, you forgot your name,” Brandon said and winked at me. Adrian flushed a shade of red that hadn’t yet been discovered by Crayola.

  I took it upon myself to apologize to Bud, Sara and the other residents for our lewd comments. But Sara said, “Oh please, child. It’s not like we all don’t know where the parts go. Hell, I used to be a stripper, back in the day, to help pay for school.”

  That caused the rest of us to snort in our beer. “I guess that’ll teach me to make assumptions, huh?” I replied, shaking my head.

  “Speaking of which,” Sara continued, “Bud and I have an announcement. We’re shacking up, as of tomorrow.”

  We all congratulated them. “That�
��s wonderful,” I said, and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

  “Well, thank you, dear, but don’t get me wrong. We’re not getting married. We just want to live together in the same space, and have sex when the Viagra kicks in, as often as our aging hearts will let us.”

  That sent us all into a fit of laughter again. “More power to you, I say,” Paul added, and chuckled along with me.

  * * * *

  As the sun went down, Paul and I took a walk along one of the paths in the forest. It had been a wonderful afternoon, and I loved that my friends and neighbors had welcomed him with open arms.

  “You know,” he began, coming up behind me to pull me against his chest while we watched a few squirrels chase each other. “There’ll be an empty trailer available tomorrow, on the lot.”

  “And?” I asked, turning in his arms to look up at him.

  “Remember how I said I wanted to find a place to move into, somewhere bigger?”

  My eyes widened. “You want to move here?”

  “That a problem for you?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair which I’d let hang loose.

  “No, but if things between us don’t pan out, will it be uncomfortable, living so close?” I nuzzled into him.

  “We’re at the beginning, honey. Nothing’s set in stone. But I believe that we’re adult enough to deal with each other as friends, no matter what happens. Though,” he lifted my chin and kissed me briefly on the lips, “I think we’re off to a great start. Let’s not paint the devil on the wall just yet, all right?”

  “Okay.”

  After standing a little longer in each other’s arms, the chill became too much and drove us back to the park. I sat on the couch inside my trailer next to Paul. “How’re we gonna do this?” I asked as I rubbed his leg.

  “Slowly, love. The chemistry’s already there. Let’s see if we can work on a friendship, too, and maybe more.”

  “Speaking of chemistry,” I replied, and pushed him back on the couch to lie on top of him.

  “Yes,” he said, “speaking of…” He grabbed my ass and squeezed, moving me forcefully against him as we frotted, seemingly unable to get enough of each other.