Ryan Field
As Landon was in his bedroom getting ready for his date, his friend Carl from across the hall walked into his apartment without knocking. “Hey, buddy, can I borrow a bottle of vodka? We’re having Sidney’s mom and dad over for dinner and I just realized we’re out.”
Landon glanced into a full-length mirror and adjusted the low-rise skinny jeans he’d just purchased. They hugged his slim hips and made his butt round just like he’d hoped they would. He smiled at his own image and said, “Sure. Take what you need. But why on earth didn’t you buy vodka if you knew your in-laws were coming to dinner?”
From the kitchen, Carl said, “The vodka isn’t for them. They don’t drink anything but tea and fucking milk. It’s for me. If I don’t slip something into my cup of tea I’ll lose my fucking mind.”
Landon smiled and checked his skin-tight black V-neck sweater. It hugged his torso and made all those long arduous workouts doing bench presses worthwhile. Then he checked his short dark brown hair and adjusted the little turned up wave above his forehead that was always so tricky to get just right. Before he turned to leave the bedroom, he glanced into the mirror one last time and removed the black leather choker he’d placed around his neck. He’d always been a fan of the campy saying “A lady should remove one thing before she leaves the house.” In this case, he chose the black choker because he thought it made him look cheap. As it was, his clothes were tighter than usual and he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
When he walked into his large open living room, he found Carl on a bar stool near the kitchen sipping vodka from the bottle. “Aren’t they going to miss you over there?” he asked. In truth, he wanted Carl to leave before his date arrived. He had his reasons. This wasn’t a typical date for Landon.
Carl laughed. “They won’t even know I’m gone, trust me. Sidney’s parents only focus on Sidney when they come over. I’ve been sucking their son’s dick for ten years and they pretend I’m nothing more than a roommate from college.”
Landon smiled and crossed to a closet near the front door to get a black leather jacket. He didn’t respond to Carl because he didn’t want to encourage a deep discussion. He knew Carl would start rambling and never stop.
Carl took another vituperative swig of vodka and put the top back on the bottle. He placed it in a white plastic bag to conceal it from his in-laws and crossed to the middle of the living room. “Where are you going tonight?” he asked in a tone that suggested intrigue.
Landon smiled. “I have a date. Well, sort of. I’m sure yet.”
“Oh,” Carl said. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone new …” Even though Carl considered himself happily married, Landon knew he enjoyed stories about single gay life, as if he missed being single himself sometimes.
“I only met him yesterday,” Landon said, picking up his keys and his wallet. “I stopped into that garage on 31st Street because I heard a strange noise in my car. He checked it out for me.” Instead of living in New Jersey and commuting to Manhattan as many people did, Landon lived in Manhattan and commuted to New Jersey. This is why he kept a car in Manhattan and paid a steep monthly fee to a garage around the corner.
Carl leaned forward with his lips parted. “You’re going out with a gay mechanic?”
Landon flung him a backward glance. “I’m not certain he’s gay. I’m not even sure it’s a date.” He didn’t want to discuss this with Carl, so he tried to change the subject. “What are you serving for dinner tonight?”
“Fuck dinner,” Carl said, following his friend to the kitchen, where Landon opened a drawer to get a pack of breath mints. “If he’s not gay, why did he ask you out?”
“He didn’t,” Landon said. “I asked him—not on a date exactly. I asked him if he wanted to check out the new Bradley Cooper movie. And he said yes before I even knew what had happened.”
Carl plopped down on the sofa. “Seriously? You stop into a garage to have your car checked, and you wind up asking the straight mechanic out to a movie? Why can’t my life be as interesting as yours?”
“It wasn’t that simple.” Landon picked up his phone to make sure the battery was fully charged. “We just started talking. He’s from Brooklyn, where his ex-wife and two kids still live. He said he didn’t know anyone in Manhattan, so I suggested we check out this movie. I didn’t even think he heard me. So it’s not really a date.”
Unconvinced, Carl rubbed his jaw. “Then why are your pants so tight that I can see the outline of your dick?”
Landon glanced down between his legs, but before he could answer, the door—which Carl had left ajar—opened fully and in stepped a tall man in his late twenties with wide shoulders.
“Oh, now I see why …” Carl said, gazing across the room and smiling so wide that Landon could see his back teeth.
The mechanic in the doorway seemed genuinely perplexed. “I hope I’m not too early,” he said. “I would have knocked but the door was open.”
Landon smiled. “No, man. You’re fine. Come on in.”
As the mechanic entered into the living room, Carl followed each step. And Landon knew why: His “date” stood over six feet tall, had a stocky muscular body, and a strong square jawline. On top of all that, he had the thick neck of a professional football player and a deep throaty voice. His hands were larger than most men, his biceps popped through his jacket whenever he moved his arms, and he had that rare shade of sandy ash blond hair that matched his eyebrows and the hair on his forearms. He even walked like a football player, with long strides and heavy steps. He wore a dark brown leather jacket with comfortable faded jeans and a white dress shirt. And he had one of those light beards in the same shade of sandy blond as his hair. It was well-trimmed.
“This is Carl,” Landon said, gesturing to his friend and smiling. “He lives across the hall with his husband of ten years. Carl, this is Frank Bertoli.”
As Carl extended his arm to shake Frank’s big strong hand, he almost seemed to swoon and curtsy. He gazed into the mechanic’s deep blue eyes. “It’s nice to meet you, Frank.” For a second, Landon worried Carl might drool. But if Frank noticed anything unusual, he didn’t let on. Landon suspected Frank was one of those guys who didn’t realize the power of his own good looks, which would have made it impossible for him to grasp the magnitude of Carl’s obnoxious stares.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Frank said. Then he stepped back and smiled at Landon. “I’ve read good things about this movie.” He spoke with a slight Brooklyn accent and moved his hands when he spoke.
As Landon opened his mouth to reply, a voice rang out in the hall. “Carl, where the hell are you? My mother’s hungry!”
Carl made a face and turned toward the open door, calling out, “I’ll be right there.” Then he turned back toward Frank and spoke in a softer tone. “I hope you enjoy the movie … and whatever else you guys do.” He grabbed Landon by the arm. “Could you walk me to the door, please?”
Though Landon didn’t want to leave Frank alone, he couldn’t say no. He smiled at Frank and said, “I’ll be right back,” then he followed Carl across the hall.
When they were out of listening distance, Carl grabbed Landon’s leather jacket and pulled him closer. He spoke in a stage whisper: “I want to hear every single detail! I’ve never met a more gorgeous man in my life. I’ll bet he has the dick of death, too.”
Landon rolled his eyes. “We’re just going to a movie,” he stressed, as if trying to convince himself as well. He wanted to be realistic because there was something about Frank that was hard to read.
“I don’t care,” Carl said. “Call me in the morning.”
“OK.”
After Carl disappeared into his apartment, Landon went back to get Frank and together they took the elevator down to the main lobby. On the way down, two young women stared up at Frank and exchanged glances. Then they murmured something to each other and started to giggle. As they left Landon’s building, the young doorman gaped at Frank the same way Carl had—with a dreamy, clueless expression that suggested he’d been smacked in the head with a baseball bat. The doorman even shoved aside an older woman with a poodle so he could open the door and hold it for Frank. Passersby on the street did the same thing: They would notice Frank’s looks and then shoot Landon an envious glance.
When the pair finally reached the dark theater and sat down to watch the movie, Landon felt a wave of relief.
They sat one seat apart, like straight men often do. Afterwards, they went to a small bistro a few blocks away where people continued to stare at Frank. They didn’t have to wait long for a table, and the young waiter with a limp wrist and a lisp gave them better service than Landon had ever received in that eatery. Frank ordered a huge cheeseburger special, fried onion rings, and a side of steak fries. Though Landon hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, he ordered a salad and a bottle of mineral water, a force of habit from dating so many gay men who didn’t like to eat in front of each other.
When the waiter brought their food, Frank leaned forward and attacked the massive burger with both hands. He sank his teeth into it, and the expression on his face suggested absolute pleasure. While Frank cleaned his plate and Landon picked at his salad and sipped his mineral water, they talked about the film they’d just seen and how it had inspired Frank in ways he hadn’t portended.
Frank dipped a thick steak fry into a mound of ketchup and said, “I really liked the way that dude in the movie changed his life. I’ve been trying to do the same thing, and it’s not easy.”
Landon smiled, feeling strangely comfortable with this man he hardly knew, as if he’d known him forever. The conversation flowed easily, segueing into a deeper discussion about Frank’s divorce and the various changes he wanted to make in his life. He told Landon he’d been married to his high school sweetheart and that he hadn’t even wanted the divorce. Evidently, it was the ex-wife who had kicked him out, in spite of all the counseling they’d gone to and all the things Frank had tried to do to save the marriage. “In the end, she just didn’t want to be married to me anymore,” he said with a frown. “She said the spark was gone.”
Landon felt so bad for him he almost reached over and grabbed his hand. The expression on his handsome face showed how hurt he’d been. But Landon held back and said, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s cool, buddy,” Frank said. He forced a smile. “Now that we are divorced I’m starting to think she was right all along. The sex sucked.”
“I don’t understand,” Landon said. This was getting interesting.
“You know how women talk about faking orgasms?” Frank asked. “Well, I used to fake it all the time with my wife just to get it over with. I’ve never told this to anyone: I always wore a condom because she can’t take the pill and we didn’t want any more kids. She wanted me to get a vasectomy, but those condoms saved my life because I could pretend I’d climaxed and then pull out fast and run to the bathroom before she even knew I’d faked it.”
“Wow,” Landon said, leaning forward. “I didn’t know guys did that.”
“I would have done anything to make that marriage work for the kids,” Frank said sadly. “I could’ve suffered through it. But now that we’re divorced, I finally feel free to explore other things in life. Things I’ve been scared of all my life.” He laughed. “If anyone had told me two years ago that I would be living in Manhattan and sitting here with a guy like you, I would have laughed at them.”
“A guy like me?” Landon wasn’t sure what he meant.
This time Frank reached over and grabbed his hand. “It’s a compliment,” he said. “I like you.”
“You do know I’m gay, right?” Landon figured it was time to get this all out in the open, just in case.
“Duh,” Frank said. “I knew that the minute you came into the garage with the Jeep. I’ll admit I’m out of touch, but I’m not a complete moron.”
“You’re OK with that?” Landon asked. He didn’t want to come right out and ask Frank if he was gay, but he did want to know where all this was leading.
“I think it’s interesting,” Frank answered. “And you’re one of the best looking dudes I’ve seen in a long time.”
This made Landon smile. “Well, thank you. That was a nice thing to say. I think you’re very good looking, too. I don’t want to sound superficial or anything. But I think it’s important to be honest in the beginning when you meet someone new.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a little superficial—or honest,” Frank said. “If you had a face like a mud fence, I probably wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
Landon laughed. He liked his sense of humor. “Now that’s honest, and very superficial.”
“Why don’t we get out of here and talk some more?” Frank asked. “I’ll take care of the check.” He lifted his arm and the light-footed waiter came rushing to the table.
“You paid for the movie,” Landon said, reaching for his wallet. “I insist on paying for the food.”
“No way, dude,” Frank said. “I’ll get it.”
“Then at least let me give you coffee or a drink at my place.”
Frank answered without a hint of hesitation. “It’s a deal.”
• • •
When they returned to the apartment, Landon practically pushed the mechanic through the door in case Carl had decided to wait up for him. Sometimes when Carl couldn’t sleep he’d wait for Landon to return from a date. Landon usually didn’t mind, but that night he didn’t want to deal with anyone but Frank, and he knew Carl would ruin the evening if he showed up unannounced.
Landon and Frank wound up at opposite ends of the sofa, sipping chilled vodka and talking about Frank’s divorce again. At one point, after Frank again mentioned how bad the sex had been, Landon shrugged and said, “Maybe you just weren’t into each other. Sometimes that happens … no matter how hard you try to make things work.” He wasn’t ready to come out and suggest that Frank might be interested in guys, but he was curious to see what would happen if he pushed the conversation in that direction.
There was a long moment of silence. Frank glanced up at the ceiling, rubbed his chin, and sighed aloud. Then he took a big swallow of vodka and said, “I’m probably keeping you up. I should go.”
“I’m fine,” Landon said. “You’re not keeping me up. I had a really good time with you tonight. I can’t believe it’s almost one o’clock in the morning.” He noticed the way Frank had rested back on the sofa, his legs up on the coffee table.
Frank looked at him and smiled. “I had a great time with you, too.” He hesitated again, looked down at his legs. “I’ll be honest. I was a little nervous about this.”
“Why?” Landon asked, moving a little closer to the middle of the sofa. He wondered what it would be like to rub his soft cheek against Frank’s scruffy beard.
Frank shrugged and drank more vodka. “I don’t know any gay guys. And you’re so good looking and everything, I just wanted to make a good impression. I didn’t want to say or do anything stupid.”
There was another long pause, and Landon knew they’d reached that point where Frank would either get up and leave or something would happen. They’d run out of things to say for now, and it was time to move forward. So he decided to make a bold move, one that could have ruined their friendship forever—or made Landon a very happy young man in the morning. He moved closer to Frank, rested his palm on the back of his neck, and rubbed it gently. “If you want to stay here tonight, that would be OK. It’s up to you.”
It took a moment for Frank to respond. He didn’t flinch or jerk while Landon caressed the back of his neck. He didn’t jump up and run out of the apartment. He remained dead still, as if terrified to move. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure how to do it.”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do,” Landon said, running his fingers up through the back of the mechanic’s thick sandy hair.
Frank looked him in the eye and said, “I want to stay. I like what you’re doing. It feels good. I think you’re hot, but I’m not really sure I’m gay.”
Landon leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Why don’t you just sit back and relax. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll do it all, and if at any time you want to stop, just say so. This will be all about you.” He’d never been with a virgin before, especially one who’d lived as a straight man all his life. And while he was feeling calmer than before, his heart pounded faster than ever.
Frank reached up and caressed his face. “You’re so beautiful. Part of the reason I never did anything like this before was that I always thought guys like you were out of my league.”
Landon kissed his ear. “No more talking. Just sit back and close your eyes.” He stood up and turned down the lights in the living room, leaving one small lamp burning on a desk near the window. After that, he slowly removed his clothes while Frank remained on the sofa, watching. When he finished, he climbed back onto the sofa and slowly crawled up next to Frank so he could unbutton his white dress shirt.
As the shirt came open, Landon worried Frank might want to back out and leave. But instead, he reached around and rested his palm on Landon’s ass. He started to rub and said, “You have a great body. It’s a lot softer and smoother than I thought it would be.”
Landon opened Frank’s shirt all the way and leaned over to rub his cheek against Frank’s large chest muscles. “You have a great body—all man,” he said
The guys Landon usually dated would have started to probe his anus with their fingers, but Frank just kept rubbing and squeezing his ass, as if afraid to make a move that might be too bold. But Frank did spread his legs wider when Landon opened his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled down his zipper. He was fully erect when he sat up so Landon could slide his pants and underwear down to his knees. “Wow, dude,” he said, looking down between his own legs, “I guess you’re doing something right because I never got this hard with my ex-wife.”
Landon wrapped his fingers gently around Frank’s erection and stroked a few times. It was thick and beefy like the rest of his body, with a shaft so long the top half stuck out of Landon’s fist while he stroked. He kissed the head and said, “Close your eyes now,” before releasing the mammoth cock and crawling down on the floor.
On his hands and knees, he slowly removed Frank’s shoes and socks. He then pulled off Frank’s pants and tossed them nearby. Frank’s legs were still resting on the coffee table, so Landon went down, crawled up between them, and began massaging his feet and ankles.
Frank sat up and removed his white shirt. Once he was as naked as Landon, he rested back against the sofa and closed his eyes. “Ah, that feels so good. No one has ever done anything like that before. My ex-wife hated even looking at my feet.”
“I can’t understand why,” Landon said. “They’re very sexy.” They were big and wide, with perfect toes and a few strands of sandy blond hair. In order to prove how much he liked them, Landon leaned forward and sucked one of Frank’s toes into his mouth.
But he didn’t linger there. He didn’t want Frank to think he had a foot fetish. He loved every part of a man’s body, and worshipping this man’s feet was just the beginning of what he wanted to do to him that night. After releasing Frank’s toe, he turned around and faced him. He slowly ran his hands up and down the mechanic’s thighs, then moved higher and massaged his solid abdomen and chest. While he explored every inch of Frank’s body, Frank remained still, with his eyes closed, moaning softly each time Landon did something a little different to him. At one point, after Landon had finished rubbing his chest, Frank spoke in a whisper: “God you have good hands.”
Although Landon would have liked to get fucked that night, he knew this first time with Frank had to be treated with care. He also knew he had to be submissive and yet still take control in a passive-aggressive way. So, he stopped massaging Frank’s body and reached for his dick. With his other hand, he grabbed Frank’s nuts and squeezed them gently to see how he would respond. When Frank’s body jerked, Landon lowered his head between the man’s legs and started to lick. Each time Landon inhaled and he got a whiff of the masculine scent between Frank’s legs, he took a deep breath and held it for as long as he could. He’d always liked the scent of a man, and with Frank it seemed more intense than it had with other guys he’d been with.
Landon wound up sucking both of Frank’s balls at the same time. While he sucked, he stroked Frank’s dick until he felt drops of pre-cum at the tip. That’s when he knew Frank was close to the edge. He didn’t want to linger; he didn’t want to turn this into an all-night session and ruin the moment by prolonging things too much. There’s always that fine line between too much foreplay and not enough. Landon had learned through experience with other men that it was always safer to move faster than slower. Men like Frank didn’t want to cuddle and swoon. Men like Frank didn’t want to repeat the same thing time and again during sex. Men like Frank wanted to get off. And Landon didn’t want to let him down, partly because he had a feeling Frank had been disappointed so many times by his ex-wife.
With that in mind, Landon moved forward and opened his mouth. He grabbed the base of Frank’s cock with his hand and covered the head with his lips. It took a moment for Landon’s mouth to adjust to Frank’s width. But when his tongue found the perfect spot to rest on the bottom of Frank’s shaft, he lowered his head and took him all the way to the back of his throat. After that, he moved his head up and down slowly, sucking harder, pressing his tongue to the shaft. Each time he swallowed, he tasted more pre-cum. The more pre-cum he swallowed, the faster he moved his head.
Frank spread his big straight man legs wider and reached down to grab the sides of Landon’s head. When he moaned and forced Landon’s head to move even faster, Landon reached between his own legs to grab his dick so he, too, could get off. He’d heard those intense moans of pre-climax before with other men, and he could feel the head of Frank’s thick straight dick swelling inside his mouth. And when Frank spoke in a wrecked voice and said, “I’m close, man—I’m so fucking close,” Landon glanced up at him and nodded. He wanted Frank to know it was OK to cum in his mouth, that he didn’t mind swallowing his load. He’d been swallowing Frank’s pre-cum for the past twenty minutes and now he wanted it all.
A moment after that, Frank grabbed Landon’s head and forced it between his legs. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, man. Oh fuck. Suck that dick, baby.” Then he blasted a load into Landon’s mouth that was intense it hit the back of his throat. At that exact moment, as Landon swallowed Frank’s load, he jacked himself off on the floor under Frank’s legs.
After that, Frank’s body went still and Landon sucked out the last drops. He milked Frank’s shaft and sucked the head until he felt the cock go flaccid in his hand. When he knew there was no more cum left to drain, he gently removed his lips and glanced up. He smiled. “Wow, man.”
Frank returned the smile and caressed the top of his head. “That was fucking hot. I had no idea you were so dirty.” He emphasized the word as if he enjoyed saying it aloud … as if this was something he might think but never actually say.
Landon kissed the now flaccid dick and said, “I can be even dirtier.”
“Fuck, man,” Frank said. “My ex-wife didn’t like sucking dick. She said I was too big for her mouth and that cum made her sick to her stomach. It freaked her out so much I stopped asking her to do it altogether.”
Landon shrugged and licked his balls. “I like the taste of cum—yours is very sweet.”
Frank caressed his head again and said, “Get up here and sit on my lap, your dirty little thing.”
Landon pressed his palms on Frank’s hard thighs and followed his order. When he was on Frank’s lap, facing him, straddling his waist, he braced his palms on Frank’s shoulders and arched his back. “Are you OK? This wasn’t, like, traumatic or anything for you.”
Frank grabbed his hips with both hands. “I liked it a lot.”
“You can stay here tonight,” Landon said. He didn’t want him to leave now. He wanted to fall asleep in his arms and wake up to his beautiful blue eyes in the morning.
“I’d like that,” Frank said. “But only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
Frank smiled. “I want to do more dirty things to you in the morning.”
Landon laughed. He kissed him on the mouth, a deep kiss with his tongue this time. “You can do all the dirty things you want to me. I have a lot of condoms.”
Frank patted his ass and smiled. “I can fuck you?”
“As hard as you want,” Landon said, arching his back more.
“My ex-wife didn’t like that either,” Frank said. “She said I was too big and it hurt.”
Landon reached around and moved Frank’s hand to the middle of his ass. He laughed and said, “Let’s forget about her. Besides, I like it to hurt a little.”
“Let’s go to bed,” Frank said.
“Are you sure you’re OK?”
Frank nodded. “I don’t think I’m straight anymore. But I’m fine.”
They both stood up. As they turned and crossed to Landon’s bedroom, Frank set his palm on the small of Landon’s back and pushed him forward. And that one small gesture, from this gorgeous guy who had so far lived most of his life as a straight man, sent a rush of excitement and power through Landon’s body that he’d never experienced before. He felt as if he’d finally found something different this time, and when he’d least expected it. He couldn’t wait to do all the other things to Frank that his ex-wife had refused to do.