Though Ricky wasn’t sure if Chad was being sincere, it did boost Ricky’s ego and he
continued to suck and work even harder. His cheeks indented until his jaw ached; his head
bobbed up and down until his neck cramped. But he didn’t complain once. His lips and tongue
went numb, but the taste of Chad’s sweet pre-come compensated for the discomfort. And Chad’s
unique masculine scent drove him just as wild now as it had the first time he’d sucked Chad off.
In all honesty, he would have sucked Chad off to the finish if Chad hadn’t reached down and
said, “Get the condom out of my jacket and cover me.”
Ricky looked up at him and raised his eyebrows. He had half of Chad’s dick in his mouth
and he didn’t want to stop. He’d reached that point where he was past the aching and discomfort
and now he wanted to finish what he’d started.
But Chad caressed the sides of his face with both hands and said, “Go get the condom.
And walk slowly so I can watch you come and go. I like looking at your body.”
Ricky shrugged and nodded. While Chad continued to stare into his eyes, Ricky released
Chad’s dick from his mouth. He grabbed it with his hand and rested it on Chad’s abdomen, then stood up and walked to the chair where Chad had left his jacket. Chad watched every move he
made. By the time he returned with the condom, Chad’s lips were pursed and he was jacking
slowly.
Ricky sent him a tender glance and smiled. “That’s hot.”
“What’s hot?”
Ricky shrugged. “Watching you jack off that way. It’s hot. If you want to finish yourself
off like that I don’t mind. I’d like to watch you.”
Chad released his dick. “We’ll do that another time. Right now I just want you to put the condom
on me and sit on it.” When he gave directions, he was so polite and cautious, as if he were
avoiding words that might frighten or offend Ricky. It filled Ricky with a sense of trust. So
Ricky climbed back into bed, kneeled between Chad’s legs, and ripped the condom package
open. Then he gently covered Chad as much as he could. Though the extra-large condom
covered most of Chad, there were still two inches at the bottom of his shaft he left exposed. He
couldn’t help it. He tugged and pulled the condom down as far as he could, but he didn’t want to
break it. There was nothing Ricky could do, and he knew it was safe as long as the head was
covered, so he spread his legs, inched forward, and straddled Chad’s hips. He arched his back
and leaned forward. He pressed his palms against Chad’s chest, squeezed his muscles a few
times, and asked, “Is this okay?”
Chad smiled and reached for his dick. “It’s perfect, Ricky. All you have to do now it sit
back and ride me.”
It was easier said than done with a man like Chad, especially since Chad hadn’t opened
Ricky up with his fingers the way he had the last time they’d fucked. At first, while Chad guided
his erection into Ricky’s body, Ricky had to close his eyes and count to ten. He held his breath and clenched his teeth. There was a moment of such unbelievable blinding pain, Ricky’s nuts
jumped up in his scrotum and he had to push them down again. At one point, he thought he
might fall over and die. But Chad was gentle and he worked himself inside Ricky’s body with
care. When he noticed Ricky in pain, he stopped and waited until Ricky was ready to continue.
When the pain subsided and he was all the way inside, Ricky experienced the same sense of
fullness he’d experienced the last time. In fact, it felt so good Ricky started grinding his hips and
half circles to see it he could get it into his body deeper. Ricky found it amazing that he could
slide between pain and pleasure so quickly.
Chad grabbed his hips. “How does that feel?”
Ricky couldn’t speak. His eyes were closed and his arms were up over his head by then.
So he nodded and sighed with a high-pitched noise that resembled a cross between a squeal and a
grunt. Then he started riding Chad’s dick faster, until the bed frame squeaked and the back of his
ass slapped against Chad’s pelvis.
After that, Ricky lost all track of time. With Chad buried inside him this way, he only
wanted to concentrate on what he was doing, enjoying every last inch of pleasure. Ricky felt like
one of those merry-go-round ponies, riding up and down to the beat of the organ music, with
Chad’s thick hard pole passing through his body, connecting him and keeping him balanced. By
the time Chad bit his lip and started slapping Ricky’s ass hard, Ricky was riding so fast he
couldn’t even feel it. If he’d been more experienced that night, he would have begged Chad to
slap him even harder.
The more the bed rocked and squeaked, the redder Chad’s face turned. At one point his
upper half went forward, his legs started to move back and forth, and he nodded his head up and
down. “Don’t stop, Ricky. Here it comes.” Ricky grabbed his own dick, maintaining the rhythm. He wanted Chad to come this way.
In the porn films he’d seen, which had been his only viable references to men loving other men,
the guys always pulled out and jacked off before they climaxed. Rarely did any of the guys
actually climax inside their partners. Ricky was always left disappointed by this, because
climaxing inside, to him, was the ultimate experience. So he tightened his sphincter and clamped
down on the shaft. A second or two after that, Chad filled the condom inside Ricky’s body. Then
Ricky jacked a couple of times, tossed his head back, and shot so far his load hit Chad in the
middle of the forehead.
Chad rested his head back so Ricky’s come wouldn’t drip down his face. He laughed and
said, “Damn. You’re a shooter. You should have warned me first.”
Ricky covered his mouth with his hand and said, “I’m sorry. I’ll get a washcloth.”
But Chad grabbed his hips and said, “No. I want to stay inside. Lean forward and clean it
off right now.”
Ricky looked at him and tilted his head. Chad was still deep inside his body and he didn’t
feel like getting up yet. So he nodded and said, “
Yeah
? You sure?”
Chad squeezed his ass. “It’s sexy. But if you don’t want to do it you don’t have to. Not all
guys are into that sort of thing. Actually, I’m not into it myself. But I like watching other guys do
it. Maybe it’s too weird. Forget about it. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you
uncomfortable.”
Ricky smiled. “It’s not weird.” He didn’t mention this aloud to Chad, but Ricky usually
cleaned up his own come. He liked the taste. He couldn’t help himself. Doing it was as
instinctive to him as looking both ways when he crossed a busy street. So Ricky leaned forward and kissed Chad on the lips. Then his tongue slid up Chad’s
nose and he starting licking Chad’s forehead clean. While he licked, Chad moaned and squeezed
his ass. He knew Chad was enjoying it, so he licked a few places two or three times just to
prolong the moment.
When he was finished, he looked down at Chad and asked, “Can I kiss you now?” He
wasn’t sure how Chad would react. The taste of his come was still in his mouth and he thought it
would be hot to kiss this way.
Chad hesitated for a second, as if he wasn’t sure. He smiled at Ricky and said, “I’m
supposed to be teaching
you
new things, not you teaching me new things.” Then he grabbed the
back of Ricky’s head with both hands, pulled it toward his face, and stuck his tongue as far into
Ricky’s mouth as he could.
They continued to kiss until Chad’s penis went limp and it slid out of Ricky’s body on its
own. After Ricky removed the condom and slid off Chad’s body, Chad pushed him down on the
mattress, climbed halfway on top of him, and fell asleep as fast as he’d drifted off the night
before. But this time Ricky didn’t have any problem falling asleep on his back. As his eyelids
grew heavy, he wrapped his arms around Chad’s broad shoulders and caressed Chad’s shiny
black hair until everything went blank.
Chapter Nine
“How is everything, sweetie?” Ricky’s mother asked. She was calling early because she
knew she’d catch him before he went to school. “I just wanted to touch base to see how you’re
doing.”
Ricky rolled his eyes. If she only knew. He was sitting in the dining room, dressed for
school in khakis and a white polo shirt, while Chad the prostitute was in her immaculate kitchen
preparing Ricky’s breakfast. “It’s all good, Mom,” he said. “Everything’s fine here.” He heard
pots clanking and dishes being moved around.
“I wanted to give you our flight information, dear,” his mother said.
Chad walked into the room carrying a pitcher of orange juice. He was barefoot, and he
wasn’t wearing any pants; just an oversized plaid flannel shirt of Ricky’s that barely covered his
private parts, and no underwear. He smiled at Ricky and poured the juice, rubbing the side of his
body up against Ricky’s shoulder a couple of times on purpose. When Ricky looked down, his
eyes grew wide. He could see Chad’s genitals moving around beneath the plaid shirt.
“Hold on, Mom,” Ricky said. “I’ll write the information down.” He looked back and
forth, but there wasn’t a pen in sight. And because he wanted to get off the phone with her as fast
as he could, he didn’t want to get up and get one. So he sat up and said, “Okay, I’m writing it
down,” then pretended to write it down, hoping he’d remember the details when it was time to
pick them up at the airport. Besides, he knew she’d probably repeat the same information again
before the week was over. When she was finished, she asked how everything else was and if he had enough money.
He smiled and said, “I’m fine. It’s all good here.” Then he watched the back of Chad’s body as
Chad strutted back to the kitchen. His legs and his tight little ass were just as hot from behind as
they were from up front. When he dropped a napkin and bent over in the doorway to retrieve it,
the plaid shirt rode up and exposed half of his naked ass. Ricky gulped and took a deep breath.
When he thought about the sex he’d had with Chad so far, he felt almost giddy. He was more
than stunned when it occurred to him that straight people his age had been doing these fantastic
things with each other while he’d been playing cards with Leyland and studying for tests.
Then his mother said, “Are you okay, dear?” “I’m fine, Mom,” Ricky said. “I just drank
some orange juice too fast and it went down the wrong pipe. How’s Aunt Nan doing?” He
couldn’t have cared less about Aunt Nan. She was his father’s older sister and he hadn’t seen her
in more than ten years. His last memory of her was that one Christmas when she gave him socks
and mittens with reindeer plastered everywhere.
“She’s fine, dear,” his mother said.
Ricky glanced into the kitchen. At the same time, Chad stared back and him, smiled, and
trilled his fingers.
After that, Ricky’s his mother repeated the flight info one more time, reminded him to eat
well and study hard, then sent him an invisible kiss through the phone. When he hung up, he set
the phone on the dining table and looked down at his plate. Chad had cooked him a full-course
breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast. The eggs were so runny he’d need a
soup spoon to eat them. The bacon was so undercooked it stuck to the plate in long, wet strands.
And the pancakes and toast were so charred they couldn’t be saved no matter how much he tried
to scrape them. But when he looked up and saw Chad reach for something on a shelf above the kitchen sink with both hands, and the plaid shirt rose up and exposed the thick brown penis
dangling between his legs, Ricky bit into a burnt slice of toast and smiled. As he swallowed, he
realized this was the best breakfast anyone had ever cooked for him.
“Was that your mother?” Chad asked. He’d moved to the other side of the kitchen and
Ricky couldn’t see him anymore. He’d made himself at home, pulling mugs from cabinets and
utensils from drawers as if he’d been living there forever.
“Yes,” Ricky said. “That was my mother.” He swallowed a spoonful of wet egg and
scrunched his lips. He shook his head, swallowed fast, and took a sip of juice to wash it down.
Chad had used way too much salt. “She sends you her love.” He smiled. He could only imagine
his mother’s expression if she knew there was a half-naked male prostitute moving around in her
neat, clean kitchen as if he owned it.
Chad appeared in the doorway with his naked legs apart, carrying a pot of freshly brewed
coffee. “I’m sure she did,” he said.
When Chad poured the coffee, Ricky slid his hand up Chad’s leg, under the plaid shirt,
