Love on Site (27 page)

“One of the things I figured out from being married is that any relationship is a give-and-take,” Walter said. “I’ve got just as much to learn from you as you have from me. I feel like I slept through a lot of my twenties. You have a lot of joy in you, Manny. I want to share in that.”

Our salads arrived, and we talked. Walter told me about his first construction job and all the mistakes he’d made, and I realized again how much I could learn from him.

We kept on talking through our steaks, and when the waiter asked if we’d saved room for dessert, Walter said we’d pass and asked for the check. Then he leaned in close to me. “You still have that red satin jockstrap?”

“You mean the one with the elephant trunk?” I smiled. “You bet. Would you like to see it?”

“Absolutely.”

He took my hand as we walked out of the restaurant, joining the parade of friends and lovers on Lincoln Road. This was what I had been dreaming of for so long—just the simple pleasure of walking with the man I loved. Looking up at the sky, I had the sense, as I often did on the Beach, of how close the horizon was, that land ended within just a few blocks and the vast, endless ocean began.

A forest of green and orange café umbrellas lined the middle of Lincoln Road, with narrow sidewalks in front of stores and restaurants. In front of us, a young Jewish guy wearing a blue yarmulke, with white fringes sticking out from under his shirt, conducted a conversation in rapid Hebrew with a woman of about the same age, wearing a long skirt and a kerchief over her head.

A little white girl with bright red hair and rhinestone sunglasses darted around a palm tree and past a skanky old white bum sitting on the concrete surrounding a fountain. Walter had parked his car around the corner from the restaurant, and it was a delight to slip into a leather seat and relax as Walter navigated the narrow streets back to my building. I turned the air vents toward me and let the cool air blast me.

Neither of my roommates were home, which was a disappointment—I wanted to parade Walter past them. But I had to settle for leading him to my bedroom, where I finally got the chance to do what I’d been wanting to do all evening—wrap my arms around him and kiss him until his lips began to swell.

I backed away and started to pull off my suit jacket. “Let me,” Walter said. “I remember the first time I saw you in this suit.”

He slipped the jacket off and folded it over a chair. “This is what I wanted to do then.” He looked like a little kid about to unwrap a Christmas present.

“Hold that thought for a minute,” I said. I slipped my iPhone into the clock-speaker by my bed and hit a couple of buttons, and a smooth Cuban melody filled the room.

I turned back to Walter, who carefully loosened my tie and lifted it over my head. He laid the tie with the jacket and undid the first few buttons of my shirt. I shivered from the close contact as he pushed the fabric aside and bent down to suck on my nipple.

I arched my neck back. It was like he’d connected an electric wire to my groin, and my dick began to swell against the confinement of my pants. Walter nibbled and sucked on first one nipple, then the other, as I stood there. Then, with fumbling fingers, he unbuckled my belt.

I pushed him back lightly and kicked off my loafers, then peeled off my socks. He shimmied my pants down over my hips, and I stepped out of them. He laid them aside with my jacket and tie and turned back to me.

“
Muy guapo
,” he said softly. Very handsome. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I had to agree with him. My starched white shirt hung half-open, accentuating a V-shaped swath of tanned skin. The shirttails hung over my black-and-white briefs, which clung to my equipment.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said. I tugged the hem of his polo shirt up and slipped my hands beneath the fabric. I kissed him as my hands explored his silky chest. Walter hummed low in his throat.

I lifted the polo shirt over his head, and as I did he kicked off his deck shoes and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He wore a pair of white briefs, and his stiff dick pressed against the fabric. A wet spot grew where the tip of his dick had begun to ooze precum.

I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and tossed it on top of my suit as the music changed to a faster tempo. My dick was just as hard as Walter’s as I stepped out of my briefs. I got to my knees on the bedroom carpet and began to lick Walter’s dick through the white fabric. He groaned.

After I’d soaked the fabric with my saliva, I peeled it down and took Walter’s dick in my mouth. I only got to suck it for a minute before he pulled me up to face him again. He kissed me and drew my body close to his.

Both our dicks were slick with precum and saliva and we rubbed them together. “I want to feel you in me, Manny,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ve never had a man fuck my ass before, and I want my first time to be with you.”

“Are you sure, Walter?”

He nodded and smiled. “You said once that you had something precious and you gave it away to someone you didn’t care about. I won’t make that mistake.”

I remembered how I’d told him I lost my virginity to an anonymous guy at an X-rated bookstore, and how I regretted it. “Lie down on your side,” I said. “I’ll get the stuff.”

I dug around in my bedside table for a condom and lube, and squirted some lube around Walter’s hole. Using my index finger, I massaged it inside and up his channel. “Oh,” Walter breathed. “That feels so good.”

I was so eager to fuck Walter that I couldn’t get the condom wrapper open. My fingers kept slipping. “Let me do that,” he said, and I handed it to him. He ripped the package open and handed me the limp tube, which I hurriedly skinned down over my dick. I squirted some more lube into my hand and ran it over my dick.

I crawled onto the bed behind Walter. “Take a deep breath,” I said as I pressed the tip of my dick against his hole. “Relax.”

He inhaled, and I pushed forward. “Ow!” he said. “Take it easy, Manny.”

I stopped for a bit, giving him the chance to get accustomed to the feeling, and listened to the music—a slow, sexy number with horns and saxophone. I smelled the lavender bodywash mingling with Walter’s lemon cologne. When I inched forward, though, I could tell Walter wasn’t enjoying himself. He kept wincing and taking fast breaths. Finally I felt I was all the way in. “How are you doing?” I asked.

“It feels like there’s a baseball bat shoved up my rectum,” he said. “No wonder Dolores wouldn’t let me do this.”

“Just relax,” I said. “You’ll like it.”

He shook his head. “No. Pull it out.”

I backed out a couple of inches. Not all the way, but enough to give Walter some breathing room. Then I slammed back into him, aiming for his prostate.

“Manny!” he barked. He twisted so I could see his face, and his eyes widened. I slid back a bit, then forward again. “Yeah,” he said. “That…”

“I know,” I said. Looking into his eyes, I felt an animal instinct rise in me, and I began fucking Walter’s ass as he moaned and groaned and wiggled his butt and eventually began meeting my thrusts with his own. With our eyes locked, I couldn’t hold out for too long—the sensation was too intense.

My orgasm shuddered through my body. I thrust one more time into Walter’s ass, pushing until my balls slapped against his cheeks, and I howled as I shot off.

Panting for breath, I pulled out of his ass and flopped next to him, the cooling, sticky condom still glued to my dick. “I’ve never made sounds like that before,” I said. “It’s like I wasn’t even in my own head.”

“My ass feels like it was reamed with a giant-sized muddler,” Walter grumbled. Then he turned to face me and smiled. “But when you were fucking me—man, that was a hell of a feeling.”

I stood up. “I’ve got to get rid of this condom. I’ll be right back.” I looked out the door of my room. The apartment seemed to be empty, so I hurried across the hall to the bathroom and cleaned up. I returned to the bedroom with a wet washcloth. “Spread your legs again, big boy.”

Walter leaned back and pulled his legs apart, and I cleaned away the lube. He yelped as I wiggled my terrycloth-covered finger up his ass. “Get used to it, Papito,” I said. “This ass is going to be getting a lot of traffic.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him. He pressed my head close to his and kissed me fiercely. “Don’t forget who’s the boss around here,” he said as he tweaked one of my nipples.

“You may be the boss on-site,” I said. “But in the bedroom? We’ll be taking turns.”

His smile lit up his whole face. “Oh we will, will we?” He sat up and spread his legs, and his stiff dick wagged. “Then it’s my turn now.”

A tiny pearl of precum glistened at the top of his dick. I leaned forward and swiped it away with my tongue. Then I swallowed his dick, determined to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. I still had a lot to learn about construction, but I knew the bedroom was one place where Walter Loredo and I could be equals. Someday we might be partners in Loredo and Garcia, LLC—but that could wait. At that moment, all I wanted to do was make Walter happy.

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Neil Plakcy

Neil Plakcy has loved romance novels since he began reading his mother’s Harlequins as a teenager. He is a three-time Lambda Literary Award Finalist and author of the Mahu series of police procedural novels set in Hawaii, featuring gay homicide detective Kimo Kanapa’aka (
Mahu, Mahu Surfer, Mahu Fire
and
Mahu Vice
). His short erotic fiction, including many stories about Kimo, has appeared in nearly 20 anthologies, and he has also edited two anthologies himself—
Hard Hats
and
Surfer Boys
. His romance novels include the
Have Body, Will Guard
series, and single titles
Guardian Angel of South Beach
and
Mi Amor
, published by Loose Id. He is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, Columbia University, and Florida International University, where he received his MFA in creative writing. He lives in South Florida with his partner and their golden retriever.