Brew Lloyd was standing in a long hallway, holding onto his hand, as if not wanting to let go, dark-eyed, handsome, waiting just for him. Chase said nothing at first, wanting to take in this man’s face and body slowly, before they began the social amenities.
Brew was dressed in some kind of suede long-sleeved shirt, deep blue as Chase’s truck, a color that somehow complemented his pale skin and made his eyes seem even darker. He was sure the jeans were designer because they fit his body like they’d been tailored just for him. Not too tight, curving around his butt and accentuating his long legs. And the cologne drew him closer, made him think of a crisp October morning on a long-ago football field—a smell of leather and cool grass.
He felt himself smiling, almost foolishly, grinning like he couldn’t stop.
“Come in, Chase. Let’s grab a beer.”
Still he stood there, even after Brew slowly released his hand, continuing to look at his face and his hair, the way it framed his oval face.
The dog finally snapped him back to reality, yapping at the top of its little doggie lungs.
“Sure.”
He followed Brew down a hallway strangely peopled with statuary, busts of old-timey guys he didn’t recognize. He wondered suddenly if he should know them. Were they dead presidents? And why would anyone want to come home every night to vacant-eyed statues?
Brew looked over his shoulder at him and grinned. “Lawyers, every goddamn one of them. Not a clue who’s who. When I was a kid, I gave ’em all names.” He patted one of them on his powdered wig. “This is Sam. Sam, meet Chase.”
Both of them were still laughing when Brew ushered him into the rec room, a vast playground of arcade games, a pool table, dartboards, leather furniture and even a long, curving bar. Behind the bar stood shiny glasses, rows of them, and a large refrigerator.
“Dad used to entertain clients in here. Probably still does. Have a seat.”
Chase looked around for a likely spot to sit. He chose the leather couch, hoping Brew would sit close to him.
“Name your brand. Dad probably has it here somewhere.”
“Coors is good. Thanks.”
The other man took a moment to remove the bottle top and brought a Coors and a Heineken.
“Glass?”
“No.”
Brew sat a foot from him on the vast couch and leaned forward a little, putting his beer bottle on a fancy wrought-metal coaster. Then he turned to him, the corners of his eyes crinkled with a smile.
“I’m glad you could come, Chase.”
He was finding it hard to breathe normally. All he could think of was this man’s smooth, honey voice and his shapely mouth. He lifted his bottle.
“Here’s to…a good Brew.” He grinned and tipped the bottle, letting the coolness hit his tongue and soothe his throat.
Brew laughed. “I wanted to tease you all day today. Tell you how good I actually could be. Now’s my chance.” He lifted his own bottle and drank deeply. He set it back on the table and leaned a little into him. “Maybe I should show you instead of telling you.”
Chase felt his cock stiffen, and he bent toward the coffee table to disguise his excitement, setting the bottle down squarely on the coaster.
“Show me the house.”
“What do you want to see?”
“Your room.” He might as well be honest. He hated playing cat and mouse games, especially with a guy he wanted to throw on the floor and violate—somehow. He didn’t have a clue how he’d do it. But he wanted sudden animal release with Brew Lloyd.
Brew stood. “Come on, but no threesome. Let’s ditch the dog.”
Even in a moment like now, when Chase was feeling one hundred percent aroused, Brew made him laugh. It was a good feeling. A goddamn refreshing, clean, wonderful feeling—better than intercepting the ball and running it into the end zone.
At the top of the landing, Brew opened a door and turned to him. “You first, big guy. Always.”
Chase didn’t question the strange statement. He walked in and looked around. The room was lit by some kind of blue mood light coming from an opalescent fixture in the ceiling. The dresser was large, probably an antique, with an oval mirror fitted with carved figures. The walls were hung with abstract art pieces. He had never much liked goofy art, but these were beautiful somehow—sensuous, rich in tone, while evoking a depth of feeling and of intellect, too.
The bed. It seemed like a rectangular pool of amber, with the spread’s rich shades of honey. A bed he longed to lie on. He turned to Brew.
“I want to be there. On your bed.”
Brew was standing so close he could feel the man’s chest rise and fall as he breathed. Now he felt his fingers on his shirtfront, undoing the buttons slowly, one by one.
“And I want you there. Let me undress you.”
Chase began to unbutton Brew’s skin-soft shirt. Their naked chests touched. He felt the little hard nubs of the other man’s nipples and bent close to take one in his mouth. He didn’t even know if guys liked their nipples sucked, but he thought he’d love it if Brew did it to him.
That’s how he’d explore his lover. A combination of what he’d like done to himself, and Brew telling him exactly what he liked. He licked Brew’s nipple, hearing his sudden sharp intake of breath. Brew sank his chest into him while he sucked and began to move his breast in and out of his mouth, showing him how much he liked it. No words needed.
He fumbled at the metal button on Brew’s denims, even as he felt the other man’s fingers on his own fly. Still wordlessly, they unbuttoned each other and began to slide each other’s jeans down until they stood groin-to-groin, hard-on to hard-on.
“Lay me on the bed, Chase.” Brew’s tongue was in his ear, hot and wet, and Chase began to shake, embracing the slender young man and drawing him the few feet to that honey-colored bed. He gently forced him to the bed, then lay alongside him.
He looked long into his eyes. “God, Brew. I don’t…don’t know what to do.”
“Sshh, shush.”
Brew had said that earlier today, too. Don’t worry. Let go. Enjoy. He took Chase’s fingers into his mouth and sucked them, one by one, and then he began to lick the palms. The feeling was close to the same as when he’d sucked his prick earlier. Absolute pleasure. Chase could feel his whole body shaking now, wanting to climax, holding himself for what might come next.
“Chase, this first time is going to be quick. No way around it.” Brew began to kiss him and talk at the same time, all while his hands stroked his hips and ass. “I want you in my ass, okay? I probably won’t be able to climax. Not yet. We’ll have to take some time to get it right, hit my prostate just right, y’know? No, you don’t. But I want you to blow it in me, hard. Hard. Fuck me any way you feel like. I want your first time to be amazing.”
Chase rocked back and forth, almost breathless with the sexy, direct talk, loving the feel of Brew’s hard cock nested in his groin hairs, rubbing against his balls.
“Show me.”
Brew raised up and reached out, taking something from the end table. “Put this condom on. It’ll dull the pleasure a little, but get used to it. A condom keeps us clean and safe.”
Chase hated to admit he’d never tried to put on a condom. Never had to. As if knowing that instinctively, Brew took the device out of the package, still a flat oval, and placed it on the head of his cock. Then he began to smooth it and roll it down the shaft. His prick began to shudder in anticipation.
“God, Chase, you take my breath away. You’re bigger than any guy I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that good?” He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Brew tell him.
“Good? You’re gonna make me feel like I died and went to Memphis.”
Now the condom was in place, Brew went back to licking his mouth, biting his lips, talking in that honey-coated tone he loved to listen to. “I’m gonna roll over, big guy. You’re gonna put some of this gel on the tip of the condom. Not too much or it’ll slip off inside my ass. Can’t have that.”
“Now, Brew?”
“Just one thing. Go slow. I’ve had a few dozen pricks in my butt, but you’re a monster. Do it nice and easy, until you hear me tell you something else.” He sucked his tongue a little more. “Now. Roll me over and fuck me ’til you come.”
By now, Chase felt every inch of his body shaking with the desire to climax, but also with the aching need to give Brew pleasure, too. When he rolled him onto his stomach and Brew spread his legs, he almost climaxed on the spot. The hole was small, of course. Very small. How the hell could they do it? He opened the lid of the lube tube and smeared some on his tip. It looked almost like slick, stringy saliva.
Brew turned his head and spoke. “Before you put it in, Chase, kiss my ass a little. Use your tongue. Rim me good. I love that.”
Chase was on his elbows, leaning over Brew’s slender body. He brought his head to the crack of his ass and licked. It tasted a little like lemon, not funky at all. As he began to move his tongue, Brew raised his ass, arcing it and moving up and down a little. Chase thrust his tongue in Brew’s hole, just far enough and long enough to understand that Brew loved what he was doing. Some night I’ll make you come just sticking my tongue in you, Brew, if I can. I promise.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. He put his cock in Brew’s asshole and pushed, just a little. A little at a time. Then he came out again. Then in again, a little farther. He tried to keep it slow, like Brew had said. And he didn’t try to force it. No matter. It took only a minute, feeling the tightness, looking down at his own cock disappearing into Brew’s ivory ass and coming out again, and his own mind took over from his body.
“Brew. Now, I’m coming now.”
“Hard, Chase. Fuck me hard.”
Chase was lost in the joy of his cock spitting and surging into Brew’s ass. He cried out, once.
“Oh, fuck!”
And then he collapsed, barely remembering not to crush his lover.
Brew rolled over and began to stroke his face, then his tits. “Yes, yes, yes.” He was moving back and forth, against his chest and groin, and Chase knew he needed release. He stripped off the condom and made sure it hit the wastebasket. And then he eased his mouth down Brew’s chest, to his navel, and then to his stiff, straining cock.
“Suck me, Chase. Make me come.”
He remembered how it had felt to him earlier today, having his balls slicked into Brew’s mouth, then his shaft licked, and then his tip sucked. Wet, wet, and rhythmic as a dance.
No one ever said he wasn’t a fast learner. In two minutes, Brew was shouting to the rafters, as he’d promised, spurting savory cum into Chase’s mouth, while he fingered his asshole with one hand and stroked his balls with the other.
He swallowed the fluid, surprised that it tasted a little like Brew…like leather and sweat, mixed with a heady beer.
Afterward, they lay with their bodies aligned from chin to knee. “Chase, God Almighty, I loved that.”
“I’ll get better. I promise.”
Brew laughed, a warm sound that started somewhere deep in his chest. “You can’t get much better. We’re gonna learn each other so well, though, it’ll take us an hour to come instead of a minute.”
“We can do that?”
“Maybe not an hour, but we’ll make the pleasure last, Chase. I promise.”