Chapter 4
FOUR
JACKSON
I’m intrigued to see a new Grindr profile pop up not far from me while I am lying in bed after another long night of rehearsal, and the gorgeous pecs and toned abs in the photo catch my eye right away, as well as the details in the bio. The guy sounds smart if he’s majoring in phys ed and minoring in biology. He’s a student at CSU, so he has to be around my age, which I prefer.
Curious2002: Looking for someone who won’t mind that I’m new to this, like really new, and trying to figure things out.
Damn, why does that turn me on so much? The honesty, the vulnerability? It takes a lot of guts to admit that, and I really respect him for it. I generally prefer guys who are experienced and know what they want, but there’s something intriguing about being with someone who is new to it all, too. I kind of like the idea of showing him the ropes, and seeing how he responds. If it goes well, hopefully it will give him more confidence, or at least help him figure some things out.
According to Grindr he’s only about a block away from my apartment, so I send him a message. When he still hasn’t responded an hour later I figure maybe he isn’t interested, and I’m disappointed, but I’m also exhausted, so I turn off my bedside lamp and drift to sleep.
When I check my phone the next morning I’m surprised to see that he’s replied, and for some reason I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
Curious2002: I’m free tonight, too. My place?
Theaterslut: Ten?
Curious2002: Sounds good
Why do I have a smile on my face the entire way to class?
I’m finishing up with a run later that afternoon and heading back to my apartment to shower when my phone dings.
Lucy: You free tonight?
Me: No, sorry, got plans
Lucy: What’s more important than watching trashy television with your best friend?
Me: Peach emoji
Lucy: Eye roll emoji
Me: Smiley emoji
Lucy: Tomorrow?
Me: After play practice
Lucy: Rave? Ten o’clock?
Me: Kissy face emoji
I shower when I get home, reapply my makeup and style my hair, change into some lounge clothes, and then work on homework for a while before eating a light dinner. Before I leave I change into a black leather button up tank top and black jeans that cling to my legs and ass. I make sure all my accessories are in the right place once again, text Lucy to let her know where I’ll be, and head out the door.
His place is close enough I could walk, but that would mean walking back super late since I never stay over, and it’s getting chillier out now that it’s October, so I make the short drive and park outside his building. It’s one I’m familiar with and have been to before to hook up with other guys since it’s practically across the street from the university. It’s four stories and his place is on the top floor, so I make my way inside and take the elevator up to the top, looking for the apartment number he said was his.
When I reach 4D I knock and let out a breath as I wait for him to answer.
The door opens and I’m staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He has golden skin and his toned, muscular arms are covered in tattoos. His blond hair is mussed up, and honestly it just makes him look that much sexier. He’s dressed in a red tank with several small holes in it and gray track pants. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda digging the grungy look on him.
“Holy shit,” he says, and those gorgeous blue eyes widen, his face draining of color.
I’m about to ask what the hell is wrong when he says, “It’s you.”
“Um, yeah,” I say, drawing the words out. “Were you expecting someone else? I’m at the right place right? Are you Curious2002 ?”
He stares at me for a second longer, then swallows and nods. “Yeah, sorry.” He steps aside. “Come in.”
I do and he shuts the door. The apartment is simple, like mine. Open kitchen and living area, furniture that clearly came from a garage sale, and a fair amount of textbooks lying around, some on the table in the dining area, and a few more scattered across the coffee table next to a laptop. Across from the sofa is a big screen TV. “You have a roommate?” I ask, looking around.
“He’s out,” the guy croaks, and he still looks spooked, staring at me like I’m a ghost. I wait for him to lead me to the bedroom, or the sofa. I really don’t care which one, but he just stands there with his hands in his pockets, staring at me and not saying a word.
“So where are we doing this?” I ask, and he snaps out of his daze, and clears his throat.
“Right, yeah. This way.” He leads me down the hall to what I assume is his bedroom. It’s very masculine, with an oak colored dresser and bed frame. The comforter is navy and the walls are light gray. There’s a desk sitting in the corner with more books on top of it, as well as a can of Pepsi and an open bag of pretzels. Posters of football teams, and men’s basketball, and volleyball decorate the walls. There’s a purple baseball cap resting on one of the bed posts.
“So, tell me what you want,” I say, because he seems a bit tongue tied. “I’m cool with whatever, but if we’re not going to get off together then I can stay for a little bit and answer questions for you, or whatever, but I’ll want to get back out there because not gonna lie, I’m horny as fuck right now. And you’re super hot, which is just making me hornier.”
He flushes bright red and bites his lip, and I can’t help grinning.
“I, uh,” he clears his throat. “I don’t know where to start. I’m kinda nervous. When I said I was new to this I meant it. I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Just um, toys, and porn.” His flush deepens and I smirk.
“That’s a start,” I say, sauntering over to him. “Did you like those things?” I run my fingers through his golden locks and he swallows and nods.
“Words, doll,” I tell him, lifting his chin so his eyes meet my gaze, even though he’s taller than me by a couple inches. God, those eyes. Like cornflowers. “Did you like those things?” I repeat.
“Yes,” he whispers.
I press a kiss to his chin, his jaw, his neck, and feel him tremble against me. Holy shit, this is intoxicating. Knowing I’m the first guy he’s ever been with, and that I am making him feel this way. I kiss his ear and nibble on it and he whimpers, making my cock jerk in my very tight pants.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his hands gripping my hips. “I…”
“Mmm,” I hum, pressing more soft kisses to his neck and jaw, before licking a stripe up his neck and sucking on his Adam's apple.
“Holy shit,” he cries and I chuckle.
“Do you have a tongue ring?” he asks, his breaths picking up.
“I do,” I tell him, my voice low and sultry as I run the tip of my nose along his neck, then press kisses to it again. “Do you like that?”
He nods and then quickly says, “Yes,” when I look at him.
“Oh, honey,” I croon, “if you think it feels good on your neck, wait til I get you on your hands and knees.”
“Wait,” he says, when I reach for his shirt and start to lift it.
I meet his gaze. “Are you having second thoughts?” I ask. “If you don’t want to do this –”
“No,” he cuts me off. “I mean, no. I mean, yes. Fuck.”
I let go of his shirt and step back a fraction. “You need to be one hundred percent on board or this won’t work for me.”
“I am,” he says urgently. “I just…I have to tell you something before we go any further.”
“Shit, do you have an STI?” I say, and his eyes widen.
“No, no, I swear.”
I relax and wait for him to keep going. His dick is hard and I know he was enjoying himself, so I don’t know what he could possibly have to say that needs said right fucking now.
He runs a hand over his face, his cheeks flushed. “You said you like honesty, and I need to be honest with you. I uh…” he blows out a breath. “I’ve been watching you for a while.” I raise an eyebrow. “Shit that sounds really bad,” he murmurs, more to himself, as he runs his hand through his hair. “I mean, I’ve seen you around campus a few times and I… I thought you were really hot, I guess. I don’t know, you just intrigued me, and it got me wondering if maybe I’m attracted to guys, so I’ve been experimenting to figure it out, and I got on Grindr to find someone who could help me out in the hopes that when I finally had the guts to talk to you I would know what the hell I was doing, and now here you are, and I’m…shit I feel so fucking embarassed and really creepy. But I swear to god I wasn’t following you, I just saw you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I am going to stop talking now and if you want to walk out of here I will totally understand. And I swear I won’t ever talk to you again.”
I stare at him for a second trying to understand what he just told me. “You thought I was hot?” He nods. “And you did all of this, the Grindr stuff, the toys, the porn, just to be able to talk to me and get me in bed with you?”
“Um, yeah, I guess so.” He bites his lip, hands in his pockets.
I can’t help it. I grin. “That’s pretty hot.”
He blinks. “What? Really? You don’t think that’s totally creepy?”
I shrug. “There’s a fine line between creepy and sexy, doll. Just be thankful that I find it the latter. And,” I step close to him again and grip his hair, making him whimper, “I do like honesty, so you get even more sexy points for that.” I slot my lips over his and he grunts, gripping my hips and moaning so deliciously when I slide my tongue in his mouth that it makes my cock throb.
I back him against the wall and close the space between us, my body trembling with need and desire, my dick brushing against his through our pants and sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my balls.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps, pulling away. His pupils are blown wide and his skin is flushed, my hand still gripping his hair. God, he looks good. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.”
He brings my lips back to his and we grind against each other as we continue to make out. My cock is leaking like crazy in my black satin panties and I want this gorgeous man underneath me right fucking now.
He grunts against my mouth, then tries to pull away again, but I grip the back of his neck and hold him in place, kissing him harder. If I’m reading him right he’s about to come in his pants and I am all for it. Knowing I turn him on that much is exhilarating and I can’t get enough. “Do it,” I growl in his ear.
He groans, and then whimpers, and I feel his body tensing, before his dick spasms against mine. Holy shit. He came hard, and it’s almost enough to make me shoot my load, too, but I don’t.
“Shit,” he moans, his head falling back against the wall, hand over his face, cheeks flushed.
“That was hot as hell, gorgeous,” I tell him, looking down to see that his pants are wet with his release. He chuckles.
“Fuck, I haven’t come in my pants since middle school.”
“You want to be done?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Not unless you do.”
“Can you get hard for me again?”
He nods. “God, yes.”
“Strip then, handsome,” I tell him.
He does, and I get the immense pleasure of watching him. First ridding himself of his shirt and tossing it aside, giving me the opportunity to ogle his toned chest and six pack. I also see the tips of what looks like another tattoo curving over his shoulders from the back. On his left upper arm is a gorgeous phoenix with its orange and red wings spread in flight and its long tail reaching down to the bend of his elbow. Underneath it on his forearm is a heart wrapped in angel wings, and stunning red and black roses decorate the inside of his forearm. On his left arm is a red and black dragon that starts at his wrist and coils around his elbow, ending with its head on his bicep. And on the inside of that wrist is a sunflower with a volleyball in its center.
When I tear my gaze away from his tattoos I realize he’s naked, and waiting for me to tell him what to do. I groan and grip my very hard cock as I take him in. He’s half hard again already. His dick is thick and long, though not quite as long as mine, and he’s uncut, just like me. His dick gets even harder as I stare at it. He grips it and starts to stroke himself. His spunk is still coating his cock from his first orgasm, and it’s sexy as fuck, watching him use it as lube. I love the idea of him jerking off in front of me, but that’s not really why I’m here. He wants me to fuck him.
I step closer and move his hand away from his cock, taking it into mine. He moans and his cock gives a jerk. Fuck, I could get high off of how his body responds to my touch. He feels amazing in my hand, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s fully erect once again, leaking onto my palm.
“How does it feel to have another guy stroking this gorgeous dick, beautiful?” I ask him, and he moans.
“Fucking incredible.”
I move my hand from his shaft and lick his spunk from my palm, his eyes widening as I do, before I grip the back of his neck and slide my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste himself on me. His whole body shudders and he moans into my mouth making my cock throb.
Fuck, he’s addictive. I purr and kiss his jaw, then his neck, making my way down to his sculpted chest, and toned abdomen, his breaths hitching as I do, his stomach sinking in and his chest rising.
When I reach his pelvis I sink to my knees. He gasps as I nuzzle his cock, breathing him in and pressing kisses to his balls and shaft. One of his hands grips my hair and the other rests against the wall behind him as I take his balls into my mouth, sucking on them. “Holy shit,” he breathes. I lick a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock. It jerks and I lick the precum that slides out, moaning as the taste of him hits my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on my hair tightening when I take him down my throat. I grip his shaft as I bob up and down on his thick cock, my dick achingly hard and straining against my zipper.
“Oh, Christ,” he almost wails when I slide my tongue into his slit and his thighs quake.
“Shit, please, fuck.” His body is damp with sweat when I gaze up at him. “You keep that up and I’m going to come again, and I really want your dick inside me when that happens.” I hum, then pop off of his dick and give it a quick kiss before I stand, taking it in my hand again and giving it a few firm strokes.
“Where do you want me?” His voice is gravel.
I press a kiss to his lips and feel his dick jerking in my hand. Fuck, yes. “On the bed, beautiful. Hands and knees.”
He hurries to obey and his eagerness is everything. My heart skips a beat when I see the gorgeous tattoos decorating his back. The one that I saw curling over his shoulders is a black tree that starts at the small of his back on the left side and curves upwards with smaller branches fanning out, sparsely decorated in black leaves and flowers. It’s so big it continues to the middle of his neck and on each shoulder blade is a butterfly. One pink and one blue, each with the same colored ribbon in the center. If I’m not mistaken they are symbolizing cancer in some form. I want to ask him about it but I know better. I’m only here for tonight and no matter how mesmerizing I find him, I don’t do repeats, so there’s no point in getting to know him. I haven’t even given him my name or asked for his, because that’s the way I like it. His body is what I want. It’s just a transaction. And god, what a body. From his sculpted shoulders to his muscled back, he’s fucking perfection.
My gaze lowers, and damn, that ass. Tight and round, and just waiting to be filled. My dick gives a jolt at the knowledge that it will be buried inside it in a few short minutes.
“Are you coming?” he asks, looking over his shoulder, and I shake myself out of my stupor and strip as quickly as I can. I remove the rings on my right hand and set them on the nightstand before kneeling behind him on the bed.
“Why’d you take your rings off?” he asks, and I give a coy smile.
“You’ll find out, handsome.” Then I grip his hips and bury my nose in his ass crack, inhaling. My dick gives another jolt and I groan. God, yes.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
“Mmmm,” I hum, then press kisses to his ass cheeks before licking, nipping, and sucking on them.
“Oh, shit,” he cries out, and I have to tighten my grip on his hips to keep him still.
I move up his delectable body, pressing kisses along his spine until I reach his ear, and my rock hard cock is pressed against his crack. I nibble and suck on his ear, then purr, “You haven’t seen anything yet, gorgeous.” He trembles against me and I groan, then press more kisses down his spine.
When I reach his ass again I spread his cheeks with my hands, and my dick jerks at the sight of his gorgeous pucker, fluttering for me.
“Don’t…don’t we need a condom?” he asks, his breaths ragged.
“Not for this part, beautiful,” I say, then lean in and swipe my tongue along his hole.
“Shit!” he shouts, his body spasming and his hips bucking. “Fuck, do that again.” His hands are fisted in the sheets and he rocks back on me, begging for more.
I chuckle. “I don’t take orders, doll.” I press more kisses to his ass cheeks.
He groans. “Fuck, please. Please, I need more.”
“That’s better.”
I lower my face, spreading his cheeks once again, and slide my tongue along his pucker a second time, and he mewls. It’s fucking glorious. God, he tastes incredible. I get lost in him, sucking, licking, feasting on his ass. When I come up for air, saliva slides down my chin and drips on to his crack. Shit, that’s hot.
“Fuck, no,” he whines, wiggling his ass. “Please don’t stop.”
I chuckle again and wipe my mouth. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, we’re just getting started. Where’s your condoms and lube?”
“Bedside table.”
I crawl across the bed and open the drawer he gestured to. I see condoms, a rather large bottle of lube, a very big bright pink dildo, a fleshlight, and handcuffs. Interesting.
Grabbing the lube and a condom I make my way back to him. I’m not ready to be inside him just yet though, so I set the items aside. Then I bury my face in his ass once more, this time sliding my tongue along his taint and up to his hole. I repeat the gesture and he moans like a fucking whore.
Resting back on my heels, I admire the taut globes in front of me, gripping them in my hands, kneading them, petting them, before I raise my hand and bring it down on his right ass cheek with a thwack that resounds throughout the room. His ass glows a beautiful shade of red and he jolts, looking over his shoulder at me, eyes wide.
“Fuck. Did you just spank me?”
“Sure did, doll. More?”
“Hell, yes.”
I grin and bring my hand down on his other cheek and he yelps, but then wiggles his rear end in my face.
“God, that’s good,” he groans as I swat his cheeks over and over, feeling them bounce against my palm. I can see the imprint of my hand each time I move away and it’s intoxicating. After five slaps on each cheek, his skin is glowing crimson and he’s shaking and moaning as he humps the air, desperately seeking friction for his straining cock. I lean forward and bite his ass cheeks, hearing him hiss, before I lick them, and then spread them once again, spearing my tongue into his hole.
“Oh, fuck!” he cries out. “Oh, god, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He’s babbling senselessly now and it just spurs me on.
“Shit, I can’t, please,” he croaks, and when I pull back his face is flushed and his body is damp with sweat. His hands are fisted in the sheets so hard his knuckles are white and his dick is red and angry, oozing precum.
“Please what, doll?” I stroke a finger down his spine and he shivers.
“Please fuck me. God, I need your dick inside me. Please? Please fuck me.”
I kiss his ass. “Not quite yet. You need my fingers first.” I slick my fingers up with lube and slide one digit inside him. He shakes and moans as I stretch him, sliding a second finger in soon after the first and scissoring them.
“Fucking hell,” he pants. “Please.’’
I lean forward and grip his chin, turning him to face me. I kiss him, and his needy whimper goes straight to my cock. Then I open the condom and slide it on, before slicking my shaft up with lube and positioning myself at his entrance.
I push and he tenses as I slide past his tight ring. I pause when I hear a hiss and press kisses to his back. “Relax, beautiful,” I tell him. “You’ve got this. You’re doing so well.”
He nods and I push in a tiny bit more.
“Shit,” he gasps. “Holy fucking fuck balls you feel huge.”
“You okay?”
He nods. “It hurts, but fuck, it feels good too.”
“It won’t hurt for long, I promise. Should I keep going?”
“Hell yes.”
I slide out a bit and then push back in and he groans. “Fuck, yeah.”
I slide out all the way and then push back in, going even deeper this time. Trying not to come just at the sight of his ass swallowing my cock. “Fuck, gorgeous, you feel so good.” I breathe out and push all the way inside him until my balls are resting against his ass. I’m shaking from how fucking amazing he feels around me. “Fuck.” I rest my forehead against his back, trying to calm myself.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy fucking shit. I’ve got a dick inside me.”
I chuckle. “How’s it feel?” I press kisses to his neck and shoulders and he shudders.
“Like I need you to move,” he says. “Like I need you to fuck me hard and fast. I want you to make me come. Fuck, I want to come with your dick inside me so fucking bad.”
I press more kisses down his back. “I can do that.” I grip his hips and pull back, before thrusting inside him. I pick up my pace little by little and each movement of his hot, tight channel against my dick is euphoric, sending shockwaves of pleasure down my spine and making it harder and harder not to come before he does.
“Holy hell,” he cries, when I peg his prostate. “Oh, god, that’s good. Fuck, yes.”
“Shit, you feel amazing,” I rasp.
He mewls when I hit his sweet spot again and again and I know he’s close. I reach around and grab his rock hard cock. “Come for me, beautiful,” I tell him. “Come with my cock buried in your perfect ass.”
He cries out and his cock spasms in my grip, his release shooting all over my hand and the sheets. His ass clenching around my dick is all it takes for me to shoot my load into the condom deep inside him. Fuck, that was intense. I haven’t come like that in ages.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles, as I slide out of him slowly and then collapse on the bed next to him. He grins at me, his eyes lidded as he lies in his own cum. “That was amazing. Thank you.” He flushes. “I mean, for not assuming I was a creepy stalker, and for helping me with this. I can safely say I’m most definitely not straight.” His gaze falls to my chest. He groans and the sound makes my cock twitch. “Holy shit, and I thought your other piercings were hot.”
I glance down at my nipple piercing, and he reaches for it, tugging on it slightly and making me hiss at the same time that my dick twitches again. He bites his lip and pulls his hand away.
I don’t know what to say, because he’s right, it really was amazing, and as much I would love to do it again, I know I can’t. I have to leave and never see him again. One and done. That’s the rule.
“I should go,” are the next words that come out of my mouth.
“Wait,” he says, as I roll out of bed. “Are you serious?”
“I did what I came here to do, right?” I say, as I slide on my panties. “You’re no longer a gay virgin.”
“Holy shit, are those yours?” He stares at the black satin bikinis I’m wearing. “Damn, that’s hot.”
Fuck him, for being so goddamn perfect.
“Can I see you again?” he asks, those blue eyes intent on me now as I slide my rings back on and then my pants. His hair is wild and it looks fucking amazing, like he just got done having mind blowing sex, because he did.
I shake my head. “Sorry, I can’t.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”
“I don’t fuck the same guy twice. It’s my rule.” And I’m this close to breaking it because of you, so I have to leave before I make a huge mistake.
His face falls. “Why?” he says again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, and pull my shirt on as I head for the door.
My heart is slamming against my rib cage as I make my way back home.