Rain Storms Ch. 01

He shook his head. "I no longer have sex with anyone that I don't really want. Turns out that I'm actually very picky about my bed partners. I haven't taken anyone to bed in almost a year."

I laughed. "Sounds like me. I wonder if that's a common thing amongst ex-hookers."

He grinned. "Maybe. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"I'm versatile," I replied.

"Good," he smirked and set his drink on the coffee table. "Because I am definitely a bottom." He crawled across the couch and into my lap. "Kiss me," he breathed against my lips. He didn't have to ask twice.

His lips were as soft as I had imagined and he tasted so fucking sweet. His body was small and soft like a girl, but, from the erection poking me in the stomach, he was definitely not a girl. I was a goner as soon as he started sucking on my tongue. I slipped my hands under his ass and stood up with him in my arms. I carried him like that to the bedroom. I had never been with a twink and I was determined to change that, immediately if not sooner.

I laid him down in the center of my bed and quickly divested both of us of our clothing. He was beauty in miniature. Everything about him, from his lips, to his hands, to his feet, was all tiny. His body was smooth and mostly hairless. He had a small amount of downy soft fluff above the base of his small penis. Even that was perfect. I could, most assuredly, see the allure in bedding a femme boy. While I couldn't see myself in a long term relationship with a bottom, for the same reason I couldn't with a girl, I loved to be filled and fucked, I was definitely going to enjoying sinking into his depths and making him writhe in pleasure.

"Holy shit, Rain," he moaned wrapping his diminutive fingers around my shaft. "You're wasted as a bottom. If I had known that you were hung like this, I would have been fucking you all those years ago."

"It's too bad that you weren't," I husked, thrusting into his tight grip. "It would have been nice to be able to use it occasionally."

He leaned up and wrapped those soft pink lips around my cockhead, laving and licking the sensitive glans.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, sliding my fingers into his light blonde hair. I didn't guide or force him. I just caressed his head. He was a professional, he knew what he was doing. My dick looked huge in his little mouth and it was only moments before he was taking all eight inches of my length down his tight and talented throat. "You're going to make me come," I warned him.

He pulled off me long enough to say, "Not in my mouth, Rain." Then he went back to worshiping my cock with his incredible mouth.

"Then you'd better stop before I get too far gone."

He pulled off me again with a slight scowl. "Do you have condoms?"

"Yes." I crawled across the bed and pulled the condoms and lube out of the nightstand.

He took one and read the foil packet before opening it. "Not my preference but it'll do." He rolled one on me and went back to sucking me off.

The rubber deadened enough of the sensation to help me back off the edge but Ryan brought me back quicker than I could have imagined. His little tongue never stopped flicking along my shaft and head. Even with a condom, he gave the best blowjob that I had ever had. I was even willing to admit that he might be better at it than I was, but then, I was sorely out of practice. "Fuck, Ryan," I gasped. "I'm going to shoot."

He didn't pull off this time. He increased the suction and speed and pushed me right over the precipice with a howl.

I collapsed sideways on the bed and opened my eyes to see him giving me an evil little grin. "Now I don't have to worry about you coming the second you get inside me."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Minx," I panted while he removed the condom from my spent cock. "If your ass feels anything near as good as your mouth, I may be in trouble. That was fucking amazing."

He shrugged, still smirking. "I aim to please."

"Come here." I lurched up, grabbed him, and pulled his lithe little body on top of mine. I kissed him and could taste the flavor of the condom, spoiling the sweet ambrosia of his mouth. "I want to taste you," I told him and rolled us so that I could kiss my way down his cute body.

"Don't make me come," he moaned when I got my mouth around his cock. "I want to come while you're fucking me."

His pre-cum was so sweet that I knew I was going to have a hard time resisting my natural inclination to take his load in my mouth. I knew what I was doing was unsafe. Times had been different when I was turning tricks. AIDS was not something that we even worried about. It was out there, and it was an epidemic, but we, stupidly, didn't even concern ourselves with it. I had been in what, I thought, was a monogamous relationship when it finally got through my thick skull how dangerous it was. At least, it had been monogamous on my part. I knew that I was clean. I had been tested every month in the six months since I last had sex with Eric, and I hadn't been with anyone else. I didn't know about Ryan. Just because he claimed that he hadn't had sex in a year didn't mean that he was clean.

When he started tugging on my hair, I realized that I had let my mind wander and slipped into auto-pilot. It wasn't fair. He wasn't a John. I actually wanted to pay attention to what I was doing with him, but I hadn't, and now he was making me stop.

"Fuck, Rain," he gasped for breath. "Now I know why you were so fucking popular. Holy shit."

At least I had pleased him, even if I had no idea what I had done.

"I need you inside me," he moaned. "It's been a long time. I'm going to need prep. Do you want to do it or do you want me to?"

"I want to," I told him, grabbing the lube. I really did want to but I also needed the stimulation. The problem with auto-pilot was that I was not the slightest bit aroused. "On your knees, Minx. I want to watch."

"Oh God," he moaned as he got into position. With his head and shoulders down on the bed, and his ass high in the air, his hole was on display for me. His tiny pink star was beautiful and perfect, just like the rest of him. The sight alone made my eyes roll back in my head and solved my arousal problem. I hadn't topped in so long that, even with the fact that I had just come, I didn't think I was going to last long. I bent over and ran my tongue up his crack.

He jumped. "Holy shit. Did you just lick me?"

"Yes," I husked. "And I'm going to do it some more."

I blew softly on his tightly furled hole, and watched it twitch in response, before I delved in and tasted him properly.

"Jesus. Fuck. Oh my God," he moaned and writhed and thrust back against me. "Please. Please. Oh God."

"Please what, Minx?" I asked, running my fingers around his saliva wet hole.

"More," he begged. "Nobody has ever... Please."

I smiled with my lips against his adorable little butt cheek. "You taste divine, Ryan." I buried my tongue inside him and I could feel his needy little hole trying to pull me in deeper while he cursed and moaned and shuddered. I set about giving him a rim job that he'd never forget.

"Stop! Oh God, stop! I'm going to come!"

I didn't want to stop. I really wanted to make him fall apart like that, but he wanted my cock inside him. I was oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet and was more than happy to oblige. I rolled a new condom on and used a generous amount of lube to slick it before I greased him up. He was so relaxed that there was no resistance to three fingers penetrating him.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned. "Fuck me, Rain."

"That's just three fingers, Minx. I'm bigger than this," I told him, continuing to add lube. "How do you want it?"

"Fuck me," he pleaded. "Please."

I pulled my fingers out and lined up with his eager fuckhole. "Ready?" I asked.

He pushed back slowly but firmly, and we both gasped when my cockhead popped inside his tight ring. He froze and moaned loudly, "Fuck."

I stayed still and watched my length disappear inside him while he pushed back. He stopped again when his ass rested flush against my groin. "Fuck, you're tight, Ryan."

"Been a long time," he panted. "Feels so fucking good."

"Yeah, it does," I agreed. "Tell me when, Minx. I'm going to make you see Heaven."

"Already there," he moaned. "Move."

I gripped his hips, already slick with sweat, and gently pulled almost all the way out of him. Then I drove back in with one fluid stroke. We both yelled, "Fuck!" in unison but he added, "Again!" I pulled back and repeated the maneuver, deep dicking him in a pounding rhythm. He moaned and cursed out his pleasure. When it got to be too much for me, I pushed his body down on the bed and slowed my drives.

"I'm not going to last, Minx," I crooned into his ear. "You feel too fucking amazing. I need you to come for me."

He nodded. "Close. Just need..."

"Need what, Minx?" I asked, rocking in and out of him, adjusting my angle slightly each time until he gasped.

"There!" he hissed. "Just. Like. That. Oh Fuck," he groaned and tucked his chin and hands in to his chest.

I kept the same angle of my thrust as I watched his body start to vibrate and felt his muscles clench around my cock in a death grip. I was so close, and the vise grip he had on my dick was not helping. I was just trying to hold out long enough for him to find his release. It needed to be soon. Very soon.

I was too close, past the point of no return. I sped up, racing toward a single goal.

"FUCK!" he screamed, muffled by the bedding. His back arched up and his body began to spasm, pushing me headfirst over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Holy fuck, Rain," he breathed. "That was..."

"Ditto." As soon as I had control of my motor functions again, I disposed of the condom and tucked us both into bed. I pulled his smaller body into mine, spoon fashion. The irony of it being exactly what Eric would do to me after sex was not lost on me.

"That rim job was amazing," he whispered.

I kissed the crown of his head. "No one has ever eaten you out before?"

"No," he replied. "I've done it. But not since I was working. Tony didn't do it and never asked me for it."

"Well, your lovers have all been missing out. You taste wonderful."

"How much did you make a night back then?" he asked. "On average."

"The most I ever made in one night was $1500," I told him. "How about you?"

"Not that much," he admitted. "I was a one trick pony. The guys that wanted me usually wanted my ass. I couldn't turn more than one or two tricks a night. Two didn't happen very often. Almost never."

"They were usually interested in my oral skills," I told him. "I did have a couple that wanted me to top. That was fun."

He giggled softly. "Thank God nobody ever asked me to top. I wouldn't have known what to do."

"Sure you would have." I snuggled him tighter. "You would have sent them to me."

"Yeah," he giggled again.

"I'm clean, by the way," I told him. "I just got the results from my last test on Monday and I haven't been with anyone in six months."

"Me too," he replied. "I haven't been tested in months but I haven't been with anyone in over a year."

"Why so long, Minx?"

"I went a little crazy after Tony died and got myself into a situation. I was raped."

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

"Don't worry about it," he sighed. "It's not the first time that I had to let someone that I didn't like fuck me. It was just the first time that I didn't get paid for it."

"Seriously? I got stiffed all the time out on the streets."

"I never worked the streets," he told me. "I was brought to the hotel by a daddy and dumped there. I started hooking in order to get home. I never made it."

"Where's home?" I asked.

"New Hampshire."

"You haven't been back?"

"I went back after Tony died," he said. "That's where I got into trouble. I came back here and I've been here ever since. I never expected to see anyone that knew me back then."

I chuckled. "You're the second person that I've run across recently from back then," I told him. "I'm working with a guy that I met the night I quit."

"A John?"

"No. Just a nice guy. He tried to pick me up in the bar. Like, as a date."

He laughed. "That's funny. You practically had hooker stamped on your forehead. You just oozed sex. You still do but it's more refined now."

"Thank you... I think."

He giggled and yawned. "I should go. I'm tired."

"You can stay, Ryan. You don't have to run off."

He wiggled around to face me so that we were nose to nose. "You want me to stay the night?"

I kissed his nose. "I wouldn't mind but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I miss your hair." He reached up and combed his fingers through my short mop. "I guess respectable businessmen don't have long hair, huh?"

"I cut it all off in a tantrum when Eric and I split up," I admitted as the phone started ringing.

"Are you going to get that?" he asked when I didn't move.

"No."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "Because it's after ten so it can only be one person. Every time I say his name out loud, I summon him."

He giggled. "Like a demon?"

"Yes."

We listened as the machine picked up. "Baby, pick up the phone," Eric purred. "I know you're there. Come on, Rain. You sicced Irish on me. The least you can do is talk to me."

"Wow," Ryan breathed. "Sexy voice."

"It goes with the rest of him," I admitted.

"Baby, pick up. I need you. Come home. I miss you. I love you. Please come home. I'll do better. I promise. Please talk to me."

"If the rest of him is half as sexy as that voice, I don't know how you can resist," Ryan said after the machine clicked off.

"I can't. That's why I didn't answer."

"Why not? He sounded sincere."

"He's very sincere," I agreed. "He absolutely means everything he said. Until he becomes complacent. Then it all goes to hell in a hand basket. I can't keep living like that."

"Well shit," he smirked. "Give me his number. I'll let him do whatever he wants to me as long as he keeps talking."

I laughed. "Careful there, Minx. He's hung like a horse, he likes rough sex, and he bites. He may be more than your little body can handle."

"Hung like a horse?" he echoed. "If you think he's hung like a horse that's kind of scary. How big are we talking here?"

"Let's just say that it took me a year of solid practice to be able to give him a decent blowjob; and, even then, I couldn't deepthroat him. He's too long and too big to fit down my throat."

"You never measured him?" he asked.

"I tried." I chuckled at the memory. "I know it was around eleven inches in length, but every time I got him hard in order to get a measurement, he wanted to stick it in me. I let him. So I never really got an accurate reading. It turned into a big wrestling match and he always pinned me. The fun way. It became a sort of Pavlovian response. Every time he saw me with a tape measure in my hands, he'd try to bend me over the closest surface."

Ryan giggled. "Sounds like you guys were good together."

"We were," I admitted with a sigh. "At the beginning. We were great together for five years. Then we were toxic."

"I'm sorry." Ryan snuggled into me. "I didn't mean to make you sad."

"It's fine, Minx," I assured him, holding him tightly. "It's just a sad thing. I really do love him."

"I can tell," he mumbled into my chest.

I held him until he drifted off to sleep. Then I just listened to him make soft little snoring noises until I joined him.

When my alarm went off at six o'clock, it took me a minute to remember that I shouldn't have been alone in bed, but I was.

I spent the morning mentally kicking myself for several things. First and foremost, I hadn't gotten Ryan's last name or phone number. I had no way to find him. Second, that stupid conversation about Eric. I knew that was why he'd left. He wasn't about to try to compete with someone that I loved. I had blown any chance I had with Ryan and I regretted it. Even though Ryan was strictly a bottom, and I wasn't strictly a top, we could have been good together. We shared a common history. We understood each other. The sex issue could have been worked out. I had finally found someone that I connected with and I had fucked it up.

At least the server room was operational. We had power and everything. I finally got to do what I do best, setup the fucking network. Unfortunately, it only occupied a small percentage of my mind, leaving the rest to berate and abuse myself for my own stupidity. We arrived at the office at eight, and by eight-o-one my co-worker and partner in crime on this project, Jason, had figured out that I was in a pissy mood and wisely decided to leave me alone.

"Hey." I looked up from the screen to see Dylan with just his head in the doorway. "Are you guys going to work through lunch?"

I glanced at the time, fifteen after noon. "No." I turned to see Jason staring at me. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because someone pissed in your Wheaties and I like my head where it is, thank you," Jason retorted.

"Pussy," I shot back.

Jason's green eyes widened and his thick eyebrows shot up into his dark brown mop of shaggy hair as he glanced at Dylan.

"Don't worry about him, Jase," I explained. "Dylan and I go way back. He's cool."

Dylan stepped into the server room. "Did you have a run-in last night with your ex?"

"Yes."

"Ah," Dylan nodded. "That explains the wet Wheaties. Do you want to go to lunch and tell me about it?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to rehash it. Same shit, different day. Thanks for the offer though."

"I'm going to go to lunch," Jason said. "Do you want me to pick something up for you?"

"I'm not really hungry, Jase. Go. Have fun. I'll be right here when you get back."

"Ok." Jason stood to go. As he walked by me, he patted me on the shoulder. "Don't stress, man. Chicks are psycho."

After he left, Dylan and I looked at each other and busted up laughing. "One of these days, I'm going to have to show him a picture of my ex-girlfriend."

"Do you have one?" Dylan asked.

"Yes." I turned back to the screen and entered another line of code.

"On you?" he prodded.

"Unfortunately, yes," I confessed.

"Rain," he sighed, shaking his head.

"I know," I grimaced. "Give me a break. I'm doing the best I can."

He was quiet for a minute. "Are you still coming tonight?"

"Yes," I grinned at him. "If I'm still welcome. I've been looking forward to it."

"You're still welcome, Rain. You're practically the guest of honor. Everyone else already knows one another."

"Oh goody!" I exclaimed in mock excitement. "That won't be awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest."

He chuckled. "They're good people."

"They are going to think that I'm your boyfriend, Dylan," I pointed out.

"Does that bother you?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"It wouldn't bother me in the least," I told him. "But if I'm going to take the fallout then I'd like to be receiving some of the benefits too," I leered at him.

"You're so sweet to think that there'd be any benefit there," he murmured and skipped his fingertips along my jawline. "I'm afraid that I'd be nothing but a disappointment to you in that regard."

I was stunned. Was that what the problem was? "You could never be a disappointment to me, Dylan."

"Hey, Rain." Jason stuck his head back in the room and Dylan snapped his hand back as if he'd stuck it in a fire. "There's a package for you at the front desk."

"Stick around for a sec, Jase," I shouted at the closing door. He stuck his head back in. "That will be the paychecks. I'll let you take it now if you wait a minute."

Jason smiled a big, toothy smile. "I'll wait for that, yeah."

"This discussion is not over, Dylan." I glared at him until he smirked.

"Go take care of your guy," Dylan nudged. "We can argue about it later."

After work, I had time to go to the gym and home to shower before I had to leave for Dylan's house. I had never been to Dylan's house before so I didn't know what to expect. One thing that I really didn't expect was for him to live in the same neighborhood as Eric's parents.