Gay For You, page 9
I was driven by a need to protect Evan and everyone that was important to him. I wanted to make all of his problems go away, and take care of his family too. Maybe I was rushing into things too fast, but dammit, that’s how I felt.
Evan came back over to me, tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes.
“Ready?” I asked, taking his hand in mine. I had to mentally pinch myself to remind myself that this was real.
This beautiful man, had just proclaimed in front of his workplace that he was mine.
“Ready.” He said, and together we pushed the door open and went out into the Michigan winter. Though, today, it didn’t seem so cold and gray. It seemed more like a snow globe; bright and welcoming. And as long as I was with Evan inside of this ideal world, everything was perfect.
Walking hand-in-hand, we crunched through the snow to the parking lot.
Among all of the Buicks and Toyotas and Mazdas in the parking lot, my car stuck out as the lone sexy red Tesla. As we approached, it lit up and unlocked.
“That’s yours?” He asked incredulously, “Dude, how much money are you making? You have a Tesla and you can buy a restaurant just because you feel like it?”
Chuckling, I opened the door for him, and he got inside. Then I walked around and got in the driver’s seat. When I started the engine, I explained. “Business is the only way you make money in this country. If you want to work for someone else, go for it, but you’ll be working for peanuts.” I said.
That was one of the lessons I took away from Kyle.
“But what if you enjoy working for someone else?” He asked.
That was what I loved about him—er, liked about him. He was always challenging me.
“If you enjoy working for someone else?” I restated, the thought completely foreign to me. It had been nailed in my head since business school that you don’t work for someone else unless they’re your buyers.
“I guess if it makes you happy.” I offered diplomatically, though privately, I still clung to my belief. There was no way I could ever be happy in a regular job, that was for sure.
Then I thought back to the look of love on Evan’s face when he’d hugged his manager. He cared about family; that was what he wanted out of this waiter job. Money was secondary to him.
As I pulled out, I glanced over at the beautiful stranger in my passenger seat. He was peacefully staring out the window. Something had shifted and I was beginning to see him in a whole new light. I cared about money, sure, but maybe there was more to life; something I was seeking besides money and fame and notoriety, that was much more fulfilling.
Sure, I’d had it beaten into my head that people were the most important, but it was so easy to stick with what I knew: people disappoint you. They let you down. And most of all, you disappoint them.
Cash was cold and hard. Cash was emotionless. Fame was emotionless. But maybe I needed something more. Maybe Evan could show me what that was.
Then he snapped me out of my reverie when he turned to me and asked, “Okay boss, where are we headed now?”
“It’s time to go to work.” I said, and pointed the car down the highway toward Ann Arbor.
15
Evan
We pulled up to Sam’s house and I got out of the Tesla, and almost slid down the icy driveway.
But Sam was there in a flash, and caught me in his big arms. It felt good to be protected; it felt good to be kept safe.
“Black ice.” He explained, looking down at me as he steadied himself. Again, those hazel eyes were peering into my soul.
“If it keeps up like this, the university will probably cancel classes tomorrow…” He mused. “Whatever would we do on a free Monday?”
I wondered if this was his way of asking if I’d spend the night.
“I wish they would,” I admitted, secretly hoping he would let me spend the night with him. Not having to go to classes – not to mention not having to work tomorrow sounded like an absolute dream. And getting to spend all day with Sam was exactly what I wanted to do.
I slipped and slid, even though Sam was holding me up by my arm.
“Oh for fuck’s sake… I’m over this ice…” He muttered grumpily. Then with a great swinging motion, hoisted me up by the arm.
I yelped, not knowing what to expect, but the next thing I knew I was safely in Sam’s arms.
My insides were awash with a strange feeling I’d never felt before – like I’d been saved, like I was safe. I never had this feeling of safety growing up in rural Tennessee; my family always made sure of that. There was always a chance I’d be attacked by bullies, or if a storm came through town, my stepdad would say, “Fend for yerself!” and my brother and I would have to find our way across the trailer park to the tornado shelter.
But Sam made me feel like I didn’t have to fend for myself. Even though he was a man, and I’d never dated a man before, it felt good here in his arms. I felt secure.
He took one great step up the icy, slanted driveway, then anther. I wondered if his boots had been built for this, like they had some kind of spurs on the bottom or something.
No doubt they were expensive boots; this guy could afford anything, it seemed. I briefly entertained the idea of being with Sam, and also being able to afford anything my heart desired.
But what did he want? What did he do when he could literally buy anything he wanted?
Sam carried me through the threshold of his house. I felt the warmth of the inside wash over me, caressing me and taking me away from the cold. Sam put me down, so I could stand on my own two feet. As soon as I was out of his arms, I immediately wanted back in them.
“Now,” He said, shrugging off his coat, “It’s time for you to work.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Only if you don’t have any studying to do, honestly. Your grades are more important.”
I thought of the looming statistics exam hiding on my calendar. It was the last one before the semester was over. And then with that thought came a bunch of stress that was tied to it—being guilted into seeing my family for Christmas, buying presents, all the other exams happening that I was less worried about but were still there.
“Nope, I can work a little bit.” I said.
Sam regarded me suspiciously. “It’s the end of November. Don’t you have exams to study for?” He asked, warning me with his voice.
A shiver crawled up and down my spine at that tone.
“…yes.” I admitted. “But it’s stats. It won’t be a big deal.”
“Statistics?” He asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, “Didn’t you say you struggle with statistics?”
I suddenly felt on the spot, like I was being scolded. But then I had to remind myself that Sam only cared about what was important to me, and he didn’t mean to come off so harsh.
“Look, you study while I draw you, and then we’ll work on the statistics together. Sound good?” He asked. “Let me get in ten drawings of you today. When’s your exam?”
I was so surprised he was being so… amicable about this. He actually cared about me.
Then I remembered again that in the restaurant, I’d called him my boyfriend.
He was my boyfriend, this beautiful, large man who could wrap me up in his arms and make me feel safe in every possible way. My heart felt like it was going to burst with joy.
I had expected him to want to talk to me about that declaration, but he hadn’t brought it up. However, something in his demeanor had shifted. He was… giddy. I didn’t know how exactly to describe it. This giant man being giddy was not something I was used to seeing at all.
It made me glow with happiness.
“Okay, I’ll study. You want me in the studio?” I asked, slinging off my backpack, unzipping it, and pulling out my boring-ass stats book.
“It has the best lighting.” He said, coming up from behind and hugging me.
For the next few hours, I laid and relaxed on the couch in Sam’s studio, going through my statistics problem set. We talked while he peered at his canvas with a studious gaze, perfecting whatever it was he was drawing about me.
“You went through this class, right?” I asked.
“As a business major, I had to.” He answered stoically, not looking up from his easel. “I really enjoyed it, actually.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and looked back down at my book, where the boring equations and symbols were scrawled across the page. “I don’t get it.” I said, “I don’t get how some people can find this fun.”
I looked up at him again to read his reaction, and he merely shrugged. “Some like it, some don’t.” He said, then added, “All you have to do is get through it. Just once. And then it’ll be done.” Then he returned to his painting.
“What was your major again?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.
I was silent for a second as I felt a little bit of anxiety bubble up from my gut. “I’m undeclared. I don’t know what to do.”
There were a few harsh noises as Sam scrawled the charcoal across whatever work of art he was working on.
“You have plenty of time to decide.” He comforted, keeping his eyes trained on his work.
“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” I exasperated, “But I’m already in my junior year, and all I’ve done is stack up a bunch of english credits and the occasional math class.”
He was quiet for a moment, chewing on my words. “Well, what is it that you want?”
“Money.” I answered without hesitation.
He paused for a moment, and I didn’t know if he’d actually heard me. But then he responded, “Money isn’t everything.”
“It’s everything to me,” I declared, sinking down on the couch. Though as I said the words, I knew they weren’t one-hundred percent true. “Money is important because where I grew up, that’s all we talked about. In our trailer, it was always about rent, and higher taxes, and who is going to pay the water bill, and how much groceries cost. The price of gas, if it fluctuated like three cents was the talk of the house for a week.” I finished, settling myself into a bad mood.
“But that doesn’t have to be your life.” Sam reasoned, pressing his charcoal to the paper again.
I had opened this can of worms, and it wouldn’t be closed so easily. “I won’t be like my brother. I’ll make a lot of money and change my life.”
I glanced over at Sam, and instead of painting he was leaned in towards me, listening intently.
“That isn’t going to be you.” He said, each syllable caressing me gently.
I was quiet, and laid back down on the couch. But I smiled, feeling comforted. That was just the right thing to say.
“It will be me, unless I can get through this stats exam.” I said. Normally, if I was in my dorm room right now by myself studying this, I’d be stressed and panicking out of my mind. But with Sam near me, he emanated calmness. I couldn’t be upset around him.
My boyfriend.
I was still giddy and filled with joy at the thought.
16
Sam
A few days and a few blowjobs later, we were doing the same thing. I watched my muse study, tracing the lines of his body with my eyes. Each time I did that, I became more and more fascinated with him.
Whenever he would move to the next line, I noticed his dark eyelashes flicking downwards. Something about that little flutter was the most endearing, adorable thing.
The drawing was already mostly shaded; I worked fast. His face was so beautiful; free from any physical imperfection. I bet it followed all of those mathematical laws about the standards of human beauty. I closed my eyes as I tried to inhale and breathe in his essence, letting it possess me and guide my graphite. Then I exhaled, and continued drawing in all the highlights and shadows of his perfection.
“I hate this,” He moaned, shutting his statistics book with a big smack.
“Have you studied enough for your exam?” I asked, peering at him over my glasses.
He got up from the couch suddenly, looking at me with a burning in his eyes. In two long strides, he closed the distance between us and suddenly he was right up in my face.
That cocky bastard. Thought he could distract me from my work like this.
“I’m not done with this…” I protested, a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth. I could feel a something vibrating deep inside me. Something that made me want to lose all control and want to make this man mine.
“Fuck it.” I said, standing up to face him.
I pulled his face into mine and pressed my lips on his. We were voraciously kissing each other, and I was feeling the smoothness on his lips as I caressed them with mine, melding and swimming around each other with want. My tongue poked into his mouth and I swirled it around, tasting his saliva.
I moved my hands up and down his bulging biceps, traveling up and down his flawless skin and pulled him closer to me.
I could feel my cock swelling and pulsing to life, longing to be inside him. As I pressed it against his hips, he groaned and tilted his hips back towards mine. I could feel his cock fighting to get out of his pants too; both of our members were pointing straight up. I gyrated against him a little, rubbing the sensitive underside against his as I kissed him gently on the mouth.
This… this had a sweeter feeling than what I was used to.
It was weird to say, let alone think, but I felt closer to Evan than I ever did to anyone else. There was a kind of language in our touching, and I could feel the hum of the rhythm of his body synchronizing perfectly with my own.
I pulled away from his mouth for a second, and looked him dead in the eye. His blue eyes were filled with lust; lust for me. And that made me feel powerful. That made me feel in control.
Overcome with a ravenous need for Evan, I scooped him up in my arms.
“Bedroom?” He asked.
“Bedroom.” I answered.
Driven by a ravenous, primal hunger, I carried him down the hallway of my house and into the bedroom, then set him gently on my silk sheets.
My hands were traveling up and down his body, rubbing his torso as I explored his mouth. He was keeping my pace with his kissing — he was obviously experienced in this department. It was like our tongues were dancing together in a silent rhythm.
Gently, I put my hand to his face, tilting it towards mine. Then with my other hand, I started feeling his swollen crotch in his jeans, gently massaging the hard lump there. His dick was so hard it could cut diamonds.
Even though there was significant lust pulsing through our desire, I could feel that there was a sweetness between us. This was more… intimate.
I followed the rhythm of his body as we made out and melded with each other.
To my surprise, he began undoing my belt and taking my pants off.
I stopped him, grabbed a fistful of his hair and said “You don’t have to do that.”
The last thing I wanted was to go too far and scare him off. I wanted to welcome him into this new world, full of new experiences that he would surely love.
We both would.
He met my gaze and said, “I want to make you feel good.”
He pulled down his pants and revealed his impossibly flawless bubble butt. That ass was pristine and bulbous; perfectly white in the light streaming in through the window.
I moved my hands down it, feeling how his slim waist ballooned out into the perfectly round ass. Then I massaged around his ass, spread his cheeks to get a peek at that hole.
“You have such a nice ass…” I moaned, admiring the work of human beauty in front of me.
I suckled one of my fingers, then played with the skin around his hole. Gently, I used my saliva as lube and slipped the tip of my little finger around the edges. It was so tight…
“You have a beautiful hole,” I admired, “Is this okay?”
He moaned, and gasped, “Yeah…”
Then I pressed my face into it, smacking and beginning to snake my tongue around his ass, licking, and then voraciously slurping it, spreading his cheeks.
“Beautiful pink hole…” I uttered, playing with the flesh around his most sensitive area.
He was moaning as I flapped my tongue around it, getting it all loosened up and relaxed.
“Yeah push out…” I commanded. He did, I felt his muscles flex as I ate his little hole. Then I gently kissed the flesh of his ass.
“Is this okay?” I checked in with him.
“It feels amazing…” He moaned.
I dove back in, licking up and down and playing all with that little straight boy hole. Then I nipped on the flesh of his beautiful ass gently, suckling on it.
“Oh… ah…” He moaned.
The tightness in my pants was almost too much to bear. So I got up on top of him, then spat and let the white glob of saliva dribble down to his hole. I gently moved my fingers around the puckered flesh, loosening it up.
I pressed my thumb into it, massaging the gentle flesh there, and pressing on the spot between his ass and his balls.
“Does this feel good?” I checked.
“Yes… oh… Sam…” He moaned.
Just hearing him utter my name was almost enough to send me over the edge. I unzipped my own pants, letting my stiffening cock bounce out, and began stroking myself.
“Push out your hole.” I commanded, peering down at it.
I watched as it spread a little before me and puckered, the pink hole swelling up before me. I moved my fingers gently around and around, making sure the flesh was tender for me. I didn’t want to go too far; all I wanted to do was to go as far as he was comfortable to give him the best, mind-blowing orgasm of his life.
“Is this okay?” I asked again, pressing the tip of my little finger into him, feeling around inside his smooth hole.
“Yeah… don’t stop…” He begged.
I reached down around him with my other hand and felt his dick, watching that dimple next to his muscley ass writhe as his legs moved when he moaned. I reached underneath him and his cock was rock hard.
“Flip over,” I commanded. Then I leaned down and began sucking him off.
