Love in a New City

At first, I tried dancing a few feet away from her, snapping my fingers in what must have been a slightly dopey fashion. However, it wasn't long before she took hold of my hands and drew me into her.

Feeling a bit helpless, I started looking around the dance floor. Next to us was the other guy from our group who was already full-on making out with his girlfriend. Then I saw Michael in a circle with the rest of the girls from the table. God, could that man move. His feet were flying around beneath him as he snapped his head and arms around. He seemed to just feel the music and know what to do. His friends laughed and cheered him on as he started really hamming up his dance moves. I stared transfixed as he started slowly loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, a sultry look on his face, pretending to be a stripper. Just a few more buttons, and I would be able to see his pecs in all their glory!

I must have stopped dancing, because just then, Vanessa pulled away from me and looked up at my face. She followed my gaze towards Michael, but thankfully misinterpreted my fascination.

"Oh yeah, Michael," she laughed. "I know, he's such a good dancer, isn't he?"

"Yeah," I muttered. "He's... amazing."

She continued, "I know, totally. Like, you expect gay guys to be good dancers somehow, but Michael goes way beyond his gayness."

This sentence caused a very peculiar feeling in my chest. It was like my stomach dropped out at the same time that my heart leapt. So there it was. The man of my dreams did indeed like other men. All my fantasies featuring the very erotic muscular naked Michael had suddenly taken on a terrifying realness. What if he wanted to enact those fantasies? How could I possibly start those kinds of things with another man? And worse, what if he didn't want me?

Oblivious to the turmoil in my head, Vanessa turned around pressed her rear into me, taking my hands and placing them on her hips, a little lower than they needed to be. Her butt felt just like a lump of mush pressed against my crotch. I stared longingly at the ass that Michael was now shaking at his friends. As he stuck it out a bit, his slacks tightened around it to show how perfectly round and firm it was. I desperately wished it was that tight muscular butt that was being pressed against me.

It was then that I felt the increase in pressure in my pants that signaled an erection. Vanessa mushed her butt harder against me and squeezed my thigh to signal that she felt and appreciated what was growing in my pants. I couldn't help but feel guilty knowing that my hardness was really intended for that beautiful man a few yards away from me.

Things continued about like this for several more songs. Vanessa doing her best to rub against me and pull me close, and me letting her do her thing while keeping my gaze fixed on the true object of my affections. Finally, I couldn't take much more of this bizarre three-way erotic dance. I pulled myself away from Vanessa, telling her that I was going to get another drink. She gave me a fake pouty face and tried to pull me back in.

"I'm too tired," I lied. "You can go dance with your friends. I'll be at the bar."

She reluctantly headed over to her friends as I made my way to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. I sipped my drink and watched Michael dance as I began to ponder the rest of the evening. I knew I'd be able to escape Vanessa alright as long as I didn't go back on the dance floor. But that wasn't the big issue. How were things going to go after I was alone with Michael in his apartment? I thought about how he would react if I just threw myself at him as soon as the door was closed. Would he return my passionate kiss, or would he be too taken aback? What if I just got into bed with him instead of sleeping on the couch? I just wished I had some sign that his invitation was more than just a place to crash. But he had clearly offered to share his couch, not his bed. I thought about just avoiding it and driving home, but I also knew I was far too drunk for that to be safe.

I was about half-way done with my drink when Michael noticed that I was sitting by myself at the bar and headed over to me.

"Hey, how's it going?" he said as he patted me on the shoulder and pulled a stool up next to mine.

"Oh, I'm alright."

"So, I saw you dancing with Vanessa, huh?" I imagined a heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Oh yeah, well, you know, there's only so much dancing I can handle."

Michael laughed and gave me another of his beautiful smiles. "I know what you mean, man. Though knowing this crowd, I can tell you that's what most of the rest of the night holds in store."

"Ha, yeah, that's what it looks like," I said as I glanced over at the girls now drunkenly jumping up and down on the dance floor.

"Well listen, if you've been danced out, why don't we head back to my place. I wasn't planning on staying for that much longer anyway."

Well, this was it. I found myself saying, maybe a bit too eagerly, "Alright, yeah, let's go to your place."

He smiled at me as we both got up and headed towards the door. I decided to leave the last half of my drink at the bar. He stopped by to let the girls know we were leaving.

"Hey, we're both pooped," he told them. "We're going to turn in."

Vanessa stepped towards me and gave me a stern look. I held up my hands apologetically. She laughed at me and put her hand on my arm.

"Well, I'm really glad I got to meet you," she said. "You'll have to come out with us again!"

I managed a smile and a "Nice to meet you too," before turning towards Michael. He wasn't looking at me, but led the way out of the bar. Outside, I asked him if my car would be okay where it was on the street. He assured me that the neighborhood was safe enough and that they didn't check the meters on Saturday.

As we started to walk, I tried to keep my body close to his, but due to my drunkenness, I stumbled into him. He apologized as if it were his fault and moved further away from me on the sidewalk, much to my disappointment. As we walked, we chatted about the neighborhood and what it was like living there.

After a couple of blocks, he showed me into his apartment building, holding the door for me, and leading my up to the second floor. As the door closed behind us, I thought about my plan of throwing myself into his arms. But even if I had wanted to try it, he moved quickly into his living room out of my reach. So I just followed him.

He pulled off his tie, dropping it onto the back of a chair, then headed over to his kitchen nook, and got some orange juice out of the refrigerator. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "I got some juice, coke... some vodka in the freezer if you need another drink."

"Orange juice is fine," I said smiling at him. Now that we were alone in his apartment, I felt embarrassed somehow to be so close to him. I moved away to check out the apartment. It was a somewhat small, but very nice one bedroom with wood panelling and all modern furniture. Several framed pieces of art decorated the walls. On his coffee table, I found a DVD box of one of my favorite TV shows. I smiled and picked it up, checking to see what season it was.

"That was a really great show, wasn't it?" Michael said, handing me my drink.

"Oh yeah, it was totally my favorite."

"Well pop in a disc, I feel like a need to come down a bit before I head to bed."

I picked out an episode, loaded it up, and sat down on his couch as he headed into the bedroom. He came back a few moments later with an extra blanket and pillow which he dropped down next to me on the couch.

"I hope this will be okay. The couch is pretty good for sleeping I've been told."

"Thanks," I said. But I felt a bit sad as I looked at the bedding. I guess I'd been a bit silly to hope that I'd be able to share his bed.

I started the episode as he dropped down onto the couch a few feet from me. I had a hard time concentrating on the TV as my nostrils were now filled with his lovely musky scent so strong from all the sweat he had worked up on the dance floor. It made my mouth water and my dick stir in my pants. I thought about how exciting it would be if he just scooted over to me and wrapped that strong arm of his around me. I thought that maybe I should be the one to do it, but how could I pull off such a move without seeming utterly lame. I let my arm drift down to my side and lie on the couch close to him. Maybe, just maybe, he would notice and reach down to take my hand.

But he didn't take my hand. And as the episode dragged on, I eventually brought my hand back into my lap and resigned myself to the fact that I'd be sleeping on the couch and that there would be no hot muscular body pressed against mine that night.

As the episode ended, and I was beginning to feel more sober than drunk, Michael got up and said that he wanted to grab a shower before bed, but that I should feel free to watch another episode. I continued watching, but my attention drifted to the sound of running water. The water that right then was running across his broad chest, down his washboard stomach and dipping off that wonderful thick cock that I had been so lucky to glimpse on the airplane. But that body wasn't for me. That body was soon going to be tucked away, alone, under Michael's sheets, while I was in the other room. But I guess that was for the best. It was more important that I make friends now than make things weird by hooking up with one of the first people I met in this city. Let alone a gay hook up.

I decided that as much as I loved the TV show, my inability to focus on it made it pointless to watch. I turned it off and started making the couch up into a bed. I heard the water turn off and a few moments later I just happened to be looking at the door when Michael emerged, dripping wet and naked save for a small towel wrapped around his hips.

He was more beautiful than I could have imagined. His large feet gripped the floor. The way the water made lines in his leg hairs showed off the perfect curves of his calf muscles. His powerful quads showed off an expanse of his rich chocolatey skin tone. His shimmering toned abs just needed to be licked. His broad hairless pecs gave his chest the perfect curvature and his nipples stood out proud and confident. His shoulders rippled as they moved in just the right way. The hands that gripped a spare towel were large and elegant. His thick neck held up the face that could keep my attention like no other. His smooth head, his square jaw, his dark brown eyes that gazed straight into me, and his lovely full lips that parted as he spoke to me.

"Hey Jake, I just wanted to let you know that if you need a towel, there's extra in the... uh... Jake?"

I knew that my mouth was hanging open and that my eyes had gone wide, but I seemed to have no control of my face at the moment.

I managed to struggle through the words, "Uhh... I... uh... you... towel..."

Now it was his turn to be uncomfortable as he looked away, than looked right back at me. "Jake, can we just..." he paused then walked quickly over and sat down on the couch next to me. I sat down too.

I was now close enough to see the little droplets of water that had collected on his shoulders and chest. I wanted so badly just to suck them all off of his body. I felt my face and shoulders being pulled towards him by a force other than my own.

"Look, Jake? I'm gay. You know that, right?"

In response, I swallowed.

"And well, when I gave you my number on the airplane... it was partly because I was hoping that you were too. But I wasn't sure." He rushed on as though, now that he had started saying this, he didn't want to stop until he had reached the end. "I was thinking that I would ask you if you were or not tonight, but then I saw you dancing with Vanessa, and well, you seemed to enjoy it so, I thought, 'Well, I guess he doesn't swing that way,' but I was still kind of hoping, but still not sure, and I really didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and I still don't want to make you uncomfortable, but then the way you were looking at me just now, and I just... I had to know... and I just... Don't hate me, but... I have to know..."

His dark eyes were directly on me, and I realized it was the first time I had seen them uncertain of anything.

"Jake..."

So suddenly, the decision I had made a long time ago was directly in front of me, and I let my face be pulled the rest of the way into his face, and our lips locked together.

His lips were just as delicious as I could have imagined, so soft, and yet they had a strength to them that was unlike any girl I had ever kissed. His hands were on the back of my head, keeping my face pressed firmly against his. We were both so hungry to have as much of the other's mouth as we could.

I felt his tongue slip in between my lips, and I eagerly met it with my own. They danced around our mouths, tasting and playing with each other.

He pulled back briefly. His eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked into mine.

"Hmm..." he sighed. "That was such a good answer to my question!" His eyes fluttered closed and his tongue was once again in my mouth.

As we kissed, I lifted my hand to his neck. It was so thick and strong, and I loved feeling the smoothness of his skin give way to the rough stubble on the back of his shaved head. I let my other hand start exploring his chest and shoulders. His muscles felt so good to my touch, I loved the way his deltoid twisted under his skin as he reached his arms all the way around me and pulled my body close against his. I felt so safe and protected in his arms and it felt so right just to let him take control of where my body was. I felt myself moan a little into his mouth.

I moved my kisses away from his mouth, across his jaw and onto his beautiful neck. I wanted to taste all his skin. I smiled as I heard small gasps escape his lips. I nibbled at his ear as I gripped at his back appreciating the broadness of his chest.

His hands came around to my front, where he started unbuttoning my shirt button by button. As he did, he slowly kissed down my chest and licked at my collar bones. When at last he was able to pull my shirt all the way off, he dove his mouth onto my nipples and attacked them with his tongue. I had never been on the receiving end of nipple play before and I was absolutely in heaven. His warm wet tongue sent surges of pleasure through my chest. It was an intense almost tickling sensation, but the kind where the only relief is to get more of it.

"Oh god..." I shuddered as he switched without warning to my other nipple. I groped at his chest, trying to return the attention that I was getting. His nipples were like tiny little rocks that I could roll around.

When the sensation in my nipples became too intense, I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard. I was so intoxicated with lust for this man. I sucked at his lips and tongue like they were the most delicious things I'd ever had in my mouth. His hands held me tightly in their authoritative grasp. I ran my own hand up and down the ridges of his abs, thinking how beautifully smooth and firm they were. I pressed and caressed his wonderful skin.

Glancing down, I got a sight of what seemed to be a small circus tent in the towel in his lap. Not hesitating, I moved my hand down to rest on the tent pole. His rigid rod bent slightly, but I could feel it eagerly pressing back on my palm. I closed my hand around its round head and as I did, Michael let out a loud moan. I started moving my hand gently back and fort and Michael lifted his hips slightly into my rubbing. I absolutely loved the feeling of built up pressure under my hand and continued eagerly making out with him as I rubbed his cock.

"Oh, that feels really nice..." he moaned.

I suddenly had the feeling that I needed to be completely honest with him. "I've never actually felt another guy's penis before," I murmured into his ear.

"Really?" he sounded surprised. "Well, maybe we shouldn't rush things then."

"But what if I want to rush things?" I teased him.

I stood up and very deliberately kneeled on the floor in front of him. He was grinning down at me and my bold gesture. I couldn't help but return his smile. We were both so excite for what was clearly about to happen. I slowly ran my hands down his muscled chest, before gripping the edge of the towel and ceremoniously unveiling his wondrous member. I was instantly transfixed as it bounced up towards his stomach. It was perfectly straight, probably about eight inches long. A couple of dark veins snaked their way along the underside and sides it. His circumcised head bulged and shined enticingly. A gleaming drop of precum appeared at its slit. My breath was a bit ragged and I could feel my own dick straining against my jeans as I brought my face close to that beauty. I had never been so confident in my desire for anything.

I placed my hands on his toned thighs, and slowly moved them up across his prickly, closely trimmed pubic hair, and the thick base of his cock. I angled it down so that it was pointed directly at my face. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and very lightly lapped up the drop of precum. Its saltiness was absolutely delicious. I lovingly placed a kiss on the shiny head of his penis. I felt his stomach muscles contract and heard his sharp intake of breath as my lips made contact. I then brought the whole head into my mouth appreciating its girth. I moaned myself as I sucked lightly at the hot flesh. My left hand moved to firmly grip the shaft. My fingertips just barely met. His skin felt so soft as it slid easily over the rock hard member.

Having his penis in my mouth just felt so right to me. The entirety of my attention was so focused on it that I would have had a hard time noticing anything else in the room. I sucked a bit harder and ran my tongue along the under side of his cock, savoring its sweet and salty flavor. I began to gently pump my hand up and down, trying to stimulate as much of him as I could. I tried swirling my tongue around tip and was rewarded with deep grunts coming from Michael's throat.

Encouraged by this feedback, I decided to see if I could get much more of him into my mouth. I slowly brought my face forward, dragging my lips along his shaft. It felt so good to have that hot meat totally filling my mouth. Michael let out a long slow moan as I engulfed more and more of his dick. I felt him hit the back of my throat, but was proud of myself that I felt no impulse to gag. There was actually something very pleasant about the tip of his penis pressing against my soft palette. I appreciated having my mouth totally filled for a moment before slowly l letting him out of my mouth, keeping my tongue moving on the underside as I did.

Moving my face away, I squeezed his tip, feeling the slickness of my own saliva mixed with his precum. I felt so grateful to be able to give such attention to this beautiful phallus. I glanced up at Michael. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. His stomach and chest muscles twitched slightly as I continued to stroke him with my hand. Feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, I dove back onto his cock.

I repeated several trips up and down his length, while I reached up and cradled his balls in my hand. They were significantly bigger than mine and felt like plum tomatoes wrapped in his slightly prickly sack. I loved feeling their weight as I rolled them lightly in my hand.

I felt like I should pick up the pace and began to bob my head more quickly up and down as his cock ran delightfully in and out of my mouth. The effect this had on Michael was dramatic. He began to writhe and buck his hips in time to my thrusts.

I felt my own excitement rise and began to suck and bob even more enthusiastically. I could hear obscene suction noises escaping my lips as his tip left my mouth before I threw myself back down on it, but I didn't care. I felt like so many porn stars I had seen hungrily sucking monster cocks, and I was totally loving the experience.