Get Out! Ch. 03

They got up and walked around the house, Ashley explaining all the changes he'd made to the nearly 80 year-old home. The modifications were all very well thought out. The place also felt warm and inviting, unlike his cold, impersonal condo in a high rise Manhattan building. He had always liked and was proud of his place, but now he thought that it was just a place he lived, not a home, like this one.

Ashley had opened up the wall between the kitchen and living room/den, and had indeed, made the front bedroom a little smaller, turning it into an office, so he could enlarge the master bedroom.

Thomas also observed the artwork throughout the rooms. He didn't know much about art, but he liked everything he saw. He even admired a few portraits of nude men scattered about, that seemed to blend well with abstracts and other pieces, the styles of which he couldn't personally identify, but which looked nice, nonetheless.

"And of course, I added on a little bit here in the back, to make the master bath larger and give me the 'two-man' walk-in shower, that until this morning had never held more than one man," he said with a smile, as they ended the tour back in the bedroom, where they had started the day.

Ashley turned towards Thomas. "Well that's it. That's the 25 cent tour". That's when he couldn't help but notice the tent forming in the towel around Thomas' waist.

Thomas, for his part, had been watching Ashley walk about the house, as much as paying attention to all of the home modifications and artwork, explaining the return of his stiffness. The dryer buzzer signaled its completion and ended their standoff.

"Well, that's our cue. Let's go get something to eat," Thomas said.

"Um. Sure." Thomas' nonchalance, as opposed to being aggressive and demanding repayment for his earlier hand job, was making Ashley's head spin. It was also making him want Thomas all that much more.

Ashley retrieved Thomas' clothes and brought them to Thomas, who was waiting in the bedroom. Thomas suddenly feeling modest, hesitated a second, before thinking Ashley had already seen him naked several times, and dropped the towel, exposing his cock, which thankfully had returned to a semi-erect state. Ashley, suddenly embarrassed for the both of them, turned to give him a modicum of privacy while he slipped on his clean underwear, jeans. and shirt.

Looking at his shorts and tee shirt, Ashley said, "I've got to put on something nicer." He stripped in front of Thomas and quickly changed into some boxer briefs, a pair of linen trousers, a silk, short-sleeved, button-up shirt and slipped on some casual loafers. "Ok. I'm ready."

They drove to a little cafe, in Thomas' rental car, not far away. They were shown to a table on the sidewalk patio and when the waitress arrived, placed their orders.

Thinking that he barely knew him, in spite of the sex and intimacy they'd already shared, Thomas asked Ashley about himself.

Ashley, beginning to feel comfortable with Thomas, told him about his childhood, the good and the bad, and how his parents had always supported him, especially when he came out. He told him about high school, leaving out some of the more bitter details. Then he told him about college, his mentor at a local gallery, and his job. He didn't have to mention that he'd never had a real relationship. Thomas could tell from his tone that he'd been hurt a few times and was probably opening himself up more than he ever had.

About midway through his life story, Thomas had reached across the table and laid his hand on Ashley's. This didn't go unnoticed by Ashley, who didn't pull away like he normally would. He continued telling Thomas about himself.

"God, I've been doing the talking almost all morning." It was true, and it felt like a weight had been lifted. They had finished their food and were on their third cups of coffee. "Tell me about Thomas ...,"he laughed, "Shit! I don't know your last name."

Thomas loved Ashley's smile and his laugh. He worried, because it didn't seem like Ashley had much to smile or laugh about. He was glad he could make him smile. He hoped to see more of it.

"Smith. Thomas Smith."

"Oh, like 'Bond. James Bond?" Ashley laughed.

There they were again, the smile and the laugh. "No, just 'Thomas Smith'." He retorted.

"Let me pay our tab and then let's just go for a walk," Thomas said.

"You don't have to pay for mine."

"No, but I want to. Besides, it was my suggestion."

"That's because you had a peak in my refrigerator and cabinets and saw that I'm not much of a homemaker." Ashley thought, "Is this a date?" While he had been with dozens of men, he'd never actually been on a date with one.

Thomas insisted on paying and walked over to the cashier. She smiled and looked at Thomas and then over to Ashley. "He's cute."

"Uh, thanks."

"Y'all make an adorable couple."

Thomas thought about correcting her and telling her they weren't a "couple." But instead, just said, "Thanks." He wondered if they were a couple, or if they could become one. This was all very new to him, the idea of being with another man. He was not offended, though by her suggestion, just caught off guard.

He walked back over to the table. He was grinning, thinking about what the cashier had said.

"What?" Ashley asked, seeing Thomas grin.

"It's nothing." Thomas didn't want to presume Ashley was feeling they were a couple. "Let's go for a walk."

They walked, a little aimlessly, while Thomas told Ashley about himself and what he did for a living. Ashley stayed close by his side. Thomas liked the closeness. Though, when he let Ashley know he would be leaving, going back home to New York, once the contract he was working on was signed, Ashley put a little distance between them. He felt he may have hurt Ashley and he thought he knew the reason why. He began to formulate another plan. After all, that's what he did for a living, basically he made plans. This one, though, wasn't ready to share, yet. He had to think through the details.

Ashley was troubled by his emotions. What did he care if this hadn't been like his previous one-nighters? What if it was only a two or three-nighter? Why was this guy getting into his head? He figured he would enjoy it while it lasted, then go back to the way it had always been. Who knows, if he was able to find someone like Thomas, one time, maybe there were others like him out there. He fought the old demons that kept telling him he wasn't worthy of love. With that resolved in his mind, he lightened up.

Thomas sensed the return of a more relaxed attitude from Ashley. He didn't know the reason, but it made him feel better that Ashley didn't seem quite as agitated.

Their little stroll had circled around and ended back at the cafe and Thomas' car. "Well, Smith. Thomas Smith, what do you want to do next?"

"I'd love to see your gallery."

Ashley lit up at the suggestion. If he had one passion, it was art. And he was proud of his little gallery. Well, technically it wasn't his, but he liked to think of it as his. And his boss, his mentor had always made him feel like he could do anything he wanted.

It suddenly occurred to him that Art ... he laughed when he thought about the owner of a gallery being named Art .... Art was one man in his life, other than his father, of course, that had never expected anything from Ashley, other than that he be his best. Art was gay, but had never hit on him, never once even hinted that his job would be dependent on getting something from Ashley, he had only taught and encouraged him to do wonderful things, to be wonderful. Maybe his life hadn't turned out as bad as he always considered it to be. Yes, his personal life was a mess, but his family and Art, and there others in his life, who made it worth living. And now there was Thomas, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Maybe, just maybe, though ... he just decided to leave it at that.

"Why don't you drive?" Thomas suggested.

"Okay. It's not far from here."

On the short ride to the gallery, Thomas couldn't help but stare at Ashley. He was so cute, no he was truly beautiful. He couldn't believe he was thinking this way about a man. He found himself wanting him, in a way he had never felt when he had been with women.

He found himself thinking about last night. He had had a man's lips on his penis, his mouth wrapped around him. He had exploded in the most intense orgasm from a blow job he had ever experienced. He was curious if he could be on the giving end of such an act.

He had then made love to the tightest, most wonderful hole his cock had ever been in, and watched his lover achieve what he thought was an equally powerful climax. It far exceeded anything he had ever felt from a pussy. He pondered whether he could be on the receiving end of such an act.

He fondly recalled the feeling of Ashley's cock in his hand only a few hours ago. He remembered how good it felt to be the catalyst of Ashley's release. He hadn't had a release of his own, but that didn't bother him. If nothing else, he had always been an attentive lover, but pleasing a man was all new to him.

All of these things meant that his experiment, his plan to see if he was gay, to see if he could be with a guy, was slanting towards a resounding "yes". None of the relationships in his past had ever felt as good, or so right as what he was feeling with Ashley. He reached his left hand over and gently stroked the back of Ashley's neck, a quite intimate move, despite their previous sexual intimacy. Ashley didn't react, but deep down the touch made him feel something he had never experienced.

They arrived at the gallery and Ashley lead Thomas inside. They spent a couple of hours examining the artworks, Ashley telling Thomas about each of the local artists on display. By then, it was late afternoon.

"Well, how about some dinner? My treat." Ashley said.

"That sounds great. But I'd like to go by my hotel and grab some things. Do you mind?" Thomas asked. "How dressy should I plan for?"

"Nothing too fancy. Look, why don't you pack for in the morning, too. That is, if you want to stay the night again." Ashley couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He had just asked Thomas to spend another night with him. But he was looking forward to being fucked again. He had to come up with an out, though. "But, I always have lunch with my parents on Sundays, just so you know." He hoped that Thomas would get the hint that he would have to leave tomorrow.

"Sure."

They went by Thomas' hotel and Thomas packed a few things in his carry-on bag. Ashley waited in the car, wondering what he was doing. "It's just one more night," he told himself. "Besides, he said himself, that he was leaving after his business was done." He couldn't help but feel a little hurt, though. He thought Thomas was different, but he was probably just like all the rest.

Thomas returned to the car. He had crammed several outfits into his small piece of luggage, wondering himself where this was leading. If things were heading where he felt they were, his new plan was to return to New York only long enough to make arrangements with his business partners to move to Raleigh. After all, with the huge tech industry in the area, there would always be opportunities for his line of work. Besides, with Zoom, internet and VPN connections, and other emerging technologies, it didn't matter where he lived.

On the drive back to Ashley's place, Thomas worked through some of the details in his head. He wasn't aware of how distracted he had been. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He had missed part of what Ashley said.

"I said, while you were packing, I made dinner reservations for 8:30."

Thomas looked at the clock on the dash. It was only 6:00. "That sounds great."

"Is something bothering you? Do you want to tell me what you're thinking about?"

"I'm sorry. It's not important." Thomas lied. "I'll tell you later." He changed the subject. "This has been fun, today. Just hanging out with you. I loved your gallery."

"Well, it's not mine. But, Art has been a wonderful boss."

"I liked him. He seems very nice."

"Yeah. He's kinda been like my second dad."

By that time they were pulling onto Ashley's street. Thomas loved the quaint little neighborhood and thought what it might be like living here in a community full of rainbow flags. He was getting used to the idea that he was gay. He shook his head thinking about how he had been in denial for so long. He also thought about how much he wanted Ashley and how much he was willing to do. They walked up the front stairs and he waited while Ashley unlocked the door.

He walked in first. Something about being in Ashley's personal space increased his desires. When Ashley closed the door behind them and turned around, Thomas took the initiative and wrapped his arms around Ashley and pulled him into an embrace. He kissed him.

Ashley was a little shocked, but quickly returned the kiss.

Thomas broke the kiss. "We've got a little time to kill."

"Uh huh, maybe I'll finish what I started earlier." He rubbed the bulge in Thomas' pants.

"That can wait." Thomas said. He had other plans.

Ashley was perplexed. Thomas leaned in and kissed Ashley, again, pushing his tongue into Ashley's mouth. Ashley welcomed it with his own tongue. Thomas lowered his hands to Ashley's butt and lifted his feet off the floor. Ashley wrapped his legs around Thomas' waist and Thomas carried him into the bedroom, their mouths never separating.

Ashley had made the bed earlier and Thomas set Ashley on the foot of the bed, on top of the comforter, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ashley unbuckled his own pants as Thomas pushed Ashley's shirt off his shoulders. He kissed and sucked Ashley's neck. Ashley kicked off his shoes and scooted towards the headboard, leaving his pants and Thomas at the foot of the bed. Leaning against the pillows, in just his boxer briefs, he was anticipating Thomas' cock in his ass again, hoping for another orgasm, or set of orgasms, similar to what he had earlier.

Thomas slowly undressed, stripping down to nakedness, before crawling onto the bed towards the waiting Ashley. He was growing aroused just thinking about what he was about to do. He crawled between Ashley's legs and grabbed the waistband on Ashley's underwear and tugged them down. Ashley pulled one leg, and then the other, out.

Thomas crept up until he was hovering, on his hand and knees, slightly above Ashley, face to face, Their penises brushed against each other. Thomas resumed their kiss and then moved his lips back to Ashley's neck, then to his chest and nipples.

Ashley was in euphoria, and anticipation of what he thought was to come.

Then Thomas continued kissing a trail down towards Ashley's sex. Ashley stopped him and put his hand on Thomas' chin and lifted it, "Wait! You don't have to do that." Again, this was uncharted territory. Ashley had never had a man so intent on giving him pleasure. His pleasure had always been in being used, in a twisted sort of way.

Thomas stared into Ashley's deep blue eyes. "I want to." He couldn't believe how much he lusted after the opportunity to suck a dick. Such a thought had never entered his mind. Yet here he was about to give his first blow job, willingly.

Thomas lowered his head and kissed the sensitive skin right above Ashley's groin. He lifted his head slightly and was looking directly at Ashley's small package, the stiff 4 to 4.5 inch circumcised penis, the small cherry-sized balls, all shaved and smooth. He truly wanted it so badly.

Ashley's cock twitched and a droplet of precum appeared on the tip. Thomas dipped his tongue in it and then felt the familiar feeling when the head of his own cock released a glob. He couldn't believe he was so fucking turned on by another man's dick. The taste of Ashley's precum was intoxicating and he craved more. Another bead appeared and Thomas touched his tongue to it. Pulling away, a string stretched between the head of Ashley's cock and Thomas' lips.

Thomas then took the tip between his lips and sucked. He was rewarded with more of the slippery, salty, yet sweet liquid. He swirled it around in his mouth savoring the taste. He had to have more. He placed his left hand under Ashley's erection and touched his balls. He gently massaged them.

Ashley couldn't believe what was happening. In his experience, men like this didn't exist. He could hardly form words, barely managing to mumble or moan Thomas' name, in between unintelligible grunts. And his head laid back, with his eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

Thomas meanwhile, was sliding his lips up and down, wrapping his tongue around and sucking every inch of Ashley's cock, milking his balls, just hoping he was doing this right. A steady stream of silky goodness coating his tongue and the insides of his mouth told him he was doing it as right as he could.

Along with the taste, Thomas reveled in the feel of Ashley's flesh sliding in and out. The heat, the rigidity, the smoothness felt so good. He never could have imagined pleasing another man could make him feel this way.

It really didn't take that long. Soon, Ashley felt the inescapable tipping point was eminent. He felt he had to warn Thomas. "Thomas, stop. I'm about to cum." He somehow managed to get out.

Thomas didn't let up. He took the entire length of Ashley's penis in his mouth and even wrapped his balls up in his lips. He knew more than anything he wanted this.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh, oh, oh! Oh godddd!" Ashley sobbed as he blew his load into Thomas' waiting mouth.

Thomas didn't know what to expect. He should have anticipated it, based on the way cum had exploded from Ashley's cock from the hand job earlier, but Ashley's cum shot out so quickly. He wasn't prepared for the volume spewing from Ashley's small anatomy. Some of it squirted out of his lips, but he managed to swallow most of it and held the last load that eventually dribbled out, in his mouth.

He kept Ashley's full cock in his mouth, but didn't move, knowing how sensitive the penis was, immediately after ejaculating. However after waiting a minute or two, he slowly pulled his mouth off, sucking it from the base to the tip, to capture the last drop he knew would be forthcoming. After rolling it around with his tongue and enjoying the last of it, he swallowed.

The taste was different from the precum. It was savory and slightly bitter, but in a good way. The thickness of it stuck to his tongue, gums and the roof of his mouth. His saliva began to dilute the stickiness and he swallowed once, twice to clear the remnants. Ashley wiped the droplets that escaped and dripped down Thomas's chin with his finger. Thomas took Ashley's wrist and pulled the cum-covered finger to his mouth. He sucked it in, seemingly unable to quench his thirst.

It was then that he looked down at the bed comforter beneath his cock. There, with another drop dripping out from his plump, but soft dick, was a pool of cum. Ashley recovering from his delirium, somehow managed to lift his head and look down to see what Thomas was looking at.

"What the ...? Did you cum?"

Thomas grinned, "I guess so."

"From ... from just sucking me?"

"Yeah, I guess that I means I liked it. Sucking you, that is." He laughed.

Ashley laughed at this absurd comment. No one just came from sucking someone else, did they? But he couldn't shake the feelings and emotions swelling up. Here was a guy who could have left him after each sexual escapade, who not only didn't, but continued showing a sensitivity to his needs, needs he wasn't even aware of, primarily a need to be treated with respect and dignity, but also a need to be desired in a way that didn't reek of self-centered taking with no giving.

Ashley began to cry, softly. He remembered Thomas comforting him last night. Treating him with kindness and compassion. More tears rolled down his cheek.