Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (11 page)

Rob shakes his head no. We play a little more with Johnny, but not too encouragingly. We really want Ricky, not Johnny. Johnny finally moves, saying, “I guess I better work the rest of
the room. Mm. I’ll definitely be back.”

Great, but where’s Ricky? Rob gestures over his shoulder. Ricky is behind us! While we were busy with Johnny, Ricky skipped us and covered the rest of our side. I try to catch Ricky’s eye to remind him that he missed us but Ricky and Johnny finish in the back and go up to the front, lube up and switch sides. Now Ricky works the other side and Johnny’s back on our side.

A guy up front sucks Johnny’s dick, while Johnny catches my eye and gives a knowing wink. We wanted Ricky, but it looks like we get Johnny. Before Johnny finishes with his latest blow buddy, Ricky cuts over from the other side. “Missed you guys the last time, huh? You’re a couple, right? That’s hot. I love threesomes.”

Ricky climbs over us both and kisses Rob and then kisses me. I resist at first but then give in; it’s delicious. Ricky pulls us all together into a three-way kiss and unzips us with his hands. I’m so hard it hurts. I have to help Ricky get my dick out, practically taking my pants entirely off. I have to keep Ricky’s hand off my dick so I don’t just come right then. I break away from the kiss to suck Ricky’s nipples. Ricky gives out a hot sexy growl as I suck his tits. Guess he likes that. Ricky gets even harder from the nipple play. His dick thrusts against me while I suck his nipples. Rob plays with Ricky’s ass and jerks his own dick. I work down from Ricky’s nipples to his belly. Ricky has a really beautiful deep mahogany dick, darker than the rest of his skin, uncut and with a reddish-brown head poking out. I really want to taste it but I resist, licking all around. Gently I pull the foreskin back and run my finger around the crown. Ricky groans, reaches down and jerks our dicks together. Rob leans forward and starts licking Ricky’s balls and around his dick. Ricky leans in and let’s go of Rob’s dick. Ricky growls and lets out a deep moan. I think Ricky’s ready to come and so am I. Rob jerks his
own dick harder and flicks his tongue along the head of Ricky’s dick. I think we’re all about to shoot and then Ricky pulls back, lets go of my dick and says, “Thanks, you guys are really hot but I don’t want to come yet.”

Rob reluctantly stops jerking off and we stuff our dicks back into our pants. Ricky goes back to the stage, joins Johnny. They play with each other briefly, thank the audience and exit. Rob and I are painfully hard. Talk about blue balls.

Rob and I don’t say anything. We go back downstairs looking for some action. Nothing going on in the maze. Maybe we’ll check out the next show in a few minutes. Might be Ricky again or even someone hotter. We slip into the arena just as the show starts. Not Ricky. Not even close. Not particularly pretty. We duck out of the show and head upstairs. In the lobby we adjust ourselves, dash out the door and head for Market Street.

We exchange one word: “Universe.” If we’re lucky we’ll still get in free before eleven with our invites. We grab a cab and ten minutes later we’re in line. The line is quick, then ID check, hand over the invites and we’re in. We walk past the bar and check out the scene. Projected videos of water against the walls and ceiling. Giant fish, and oh cool, a mermaid hanging above the bar. Definitely one of their better efforts. The dance floor is nearly empty.

Rob snags a table on the far side of the bar and I get us two absolute rocks, two waters and a Gatorade, stuff waters and Gatorades into my various cargo pockets, and bring the drinks to the table. We sip our drinks, waiting for the dance floor to fill. Shouldn’t be too long. Lots of boys around and good music so far.

I start to point out something to Rob when I notice him staring. It’s Ricky and the cute Asian guy from the Campus standing over by the dance floor. I had wondered what happened
to the Asian guy after his shower show. Rob catches himself and looks away. Ricky got here quick. He must have left right after the show while we were downstairs with the ugly one. I wonder if Ricky and Asian guy are together…

“Don’t stare,” admonishes Rob.

I do my best to look away but still manage to catch a look from Ricky. I smile, acknowledging having seen him, but play it cool. He’s a professional after all. And I’m never sure how Rob will react. Ricky is very hot but not worth Rob trouble. Besides we didn’t even talk to him. He could be a total idiot. He does have a nice dick though.

Ricky wanders off out of sight. We finish our drinks, put in our earplugs and slip onto the now full dance floor. The music is good, lots of familiar anthems to get things going. Rob floats into the sea of boys moving in graceful motion to the beat. He really can dance. I’m forever jealous. I give myself over to the lights and sound, letting my mind drift.

The dance floor packs with hot, sweaty boys as the music really takes off. We peel out shirts off along with the other boys who get friendlier and friendlier as their drugs kick in. We get sandwiched in a crowd of boys about half of whom we know and all of whom are very touchy-feely. Yum.

Over Rob’s shoulder I see Ricky, standing along the side of the dance floor watching us. I don’t see the other guy. I try to keep an eye on Ricky but we get swept along with the boys. By the time the group dissolves, Ricky’s slipped out of view.

I tap Rob on the shoulder, hold up an empty water bottle and gesture toward the bar. Rob nods okay and points up to the light above to mark his location. I leave Rob dancing and make my way off the dance floor. Before restocking water, I hit the restroom. The line is long but moving fast. On the way in, I pass Ricky coming out. He smiles and mouths, “Hi.” Before I can
say anything, he’s gone out and I am pushed in the door. Seeing Ricky gets me so hard so I can barely manage to pee.

On my way back to the dance floor, I scan the room for Ricky, even detouring around the main bar just in case. No luck. Maybe he’s dancing. Better find Rob. Not under that light. Oh, there he is toward the center dancing with a cute, tall, built Asian guy I haven’t seen before. I wave and wander over. Rob’s new friend sees me, kisses Rob and skitters away. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Quan. He just floated up. I think you scared him.”

“Too bad. He was cute. Oh well. Water?”

Rob nods a vigorous yes. We both rehydrate. “I think there’s some kind of show tonight. Security keeps kicking people off of the stage.”

I’m about to ask if he’s heard who’s performing, when the DJ announces, “A special appearance by diva superstar recording artist, Robin S.”

Rob looks at me quizzically. I shake my head. Somebody names her hit, which kind of rings a bell. We vaguely turn toward the stage but keep dancing. Who knows when Robin S will finally come out?

While we’re hanging out dancing, waiting for the show, Ricky appears near the stage. He sees us and smiles. Rob smiles back and raises his eyebrows inviting Ricky over. I smile too.

Ricky comes over but before he can say anything Robin S comes out in a cloud of fog surrounded by last week’s backup dancers, singing in full diva voice. Her voice completely drowns out any effort to talk. Rob smiles, points to his ears, shakes his head and gently pulls Ricky to him. Rob drapes his arms around Ricky dancing close with him, back to front as we watch the show. I drape one arm loosely around Rob and bop along. Ricky snuggles back into Rob’s arms looking very happy.

Robin S does a couple of numbers, including her signature song, which results in a collective, “Oh, yeah.”

Then the music stops and Robin S takes a moment to say something to her fans. Okay. Yeah we love you, Robin. Whatever. Ricky turns around kisses Rob and then kisses me and says, “Hi. I’m Ricky,” as if we hadn’t just been groping each other an hour before.

Rob says, “Hi. I’m Rob. And this is Drew.” I tell Ricky we think he’s very cute. Ricky says he thinks we’re very cute too. We all kiss some more. Ricky says, “Can I come home with you?”

Rob grins and says, “That’d be very nice.” We kiss some more, hands grabbing each other and paying no attention to the dance floor or the music that’s back on. Ricky whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here now.”

I shrug an okay. Ricky leads us off the dance floor; I ditch my water. We pause at the door, put our shirts on and then step outside and catch a cab. I climb in first, then Ricky and then Rob. Rob gives the directions and we pick up where we left off on the dance floor.

When we get home, the first thing Ricky says inside the door is, “Boy you guys have a lot of books.”

Rob smiles at me and says, “Why don’t we sit in the living room and have a nightcap. We can get to know each other better.”

I open our deco bar and pour three Cointreaus. Rob and I raise our glasses, and say, “To new friends.”

Ricky unzips our pants. Rob and I gulp our Cointreaus. Ricky ignores his Cointreau and goes down on Rob who lets out a moan of pleasure. So much for the polite conversation part. I undo Ricky’s pants, freeing his gorgeous and very hard dick. I can’t wait to finally taste him. Ricky pushes the coffee table away and gets down on his knees in front of Rob. Ricky’s ass bounds up and down along with his bobbing head. Yum. His ass is every
bit as nice as his dick. I hope he likes getting fucked.

I reach under Ricky for his dick and try to maneuver around behind him. I nearly knock over Ricky’s untouched drink in the process. I move the coffee table completely out of the way and gently pull the two boys up and lead them into the bedroom. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in here.”

In the bedroom we shed the rest of our clothes and fall onto the bed. Ricky goes back down on Rob, but Rob pulls him up, kissing him. Ricky reaches back, pulling me toward him. I grab his nipples. He groans and points my dick to his ass, which he bucks backward. Rob pulls Ricky’s dick toward him and reaches into the drawer for condoms and lube. Rob slips a condom on Ricky and tosses one to me. I put the condom on and slap Ricky’s ass. Rob opens his legs, lubes his ass and pulls Ricky slowly in. Ricky pushes Rob’s hands away and shoves his dick all the way in. Rob groans with pleasure. Ricky asks, “Are you okay?”

Rob, looking dazed, nods yes and pulls Ricky in deeper. Ricky fucks Rob long, deep and slow. Rob jerks his own dick slowly, wrapping his legs around Ricky’s torso. Ricky grabs the lube from beside Rob, gobs some onto my dick and into his ass. He turns back to me and groans, “Fuck me.”

I gently push my dick into Ricky’s ass. It’s a tight fit, and I don’t want to hurt him. Ricky is still fucking Rob. I try to match his rhythm and I’m about halfway in when Rob says, “I’m going to come.”

Ricky reaches back, pulls me all the way in and holds me there as he fucks Rob harder and faster. It’s like Ricky’s fucking from both sides. Rob shoots a huge load onto Ricky and even a bit over his shoulder onto me. Ricky keeps fucking Rob who just moans and writhes with pleasure. I start fucking Ricky harder. Rob tweaks Ricky’s nipples. Ricky starts to breathe faster,
groaning. I’m really getting into fucking Ricky and am almost ready to shoot. Ricky pushes back on me, pulls out of Rob, whips off the condom and shoots a huge load all over Rob and the bed. Come is everywhere and still dribbling off of Ricky’s still-hard dick. Ricky’s ass spasms around my dick. I can’t hold back and just start coming while fucking him. Amazing feeling.

Slowly I pull out and take off the very full condom. Ricky rolls over next to Rob and I land on the other side. We just lie there collapsed in a heap of sticky pleasure.

After a few minutes, I roll off the bed and grab some paper towels for Ricky and Rob to wipe up. Most of the mess landed on Rob, who takes the first shower. Rick and I share the second shower and almost get started again in there. But Ricky insists we save some for later with Rob. Ricky dries off and crawls under the covers. “Bedtime.”

Rob and I crawl in on either side. We spoon for a little while, Rob behind Ricky and Ricky behind me. We sleep for a little bit until I wake up with Ricky’s dick poking at my ass and his hand on my dick. Rob is eating Ricky’s ass. Ricky does me doggie style while Rob sucks his balls and ass. Ricky really can fuck. I think I’ll be walking funny tomorrow. He fucks my ass numb.

Ricky pops up and out of bed around nine. “I can’t sleep. What’s for breakfast?”

I make some eggs and Ricky stays the rest of the day. We don’t make it out of the house. Ricky eventually goes home but he doesn’t stay gone long. Back with a bag full of fresh clothes, Ricky moves in the next day. Rob says we’ll need a bigger apartment for the three of us. I’m not sure. Ricky seems to fit right in and if we don’t move, Ricky can quit the Campus and just have sex with us.

JOJO

R. Talent

I
guess it should’ve bothered me a bit more that in the first week of my brother getting me that job at the moving company I spent every night after work fucking around with Jojo. I couldn’t help it. By some spellbinding luck, I miraculously became my dumb, doe-eyed sister running back to her philandering bad-boy beau whenever he flexed his big biceps and flashed that smug, son-of-a-bitch grin of his. In my case, it was an innocent infatuation that soon morphed into an unhealthy obsession comparable to a violent addiction no rehab could ever cure.

I knew from jump Jojo was a bad influence on me. Like that corrupt, edge-driven fuckbuddy that above common sense feels so damn good to be with. So much so that even his name alone is like a fun, dirty little curse word unto itself.
Jo-jo
. Sure, Jojo had the potential to be a Capital-A1 asshole at times. But he was a very likable asshole…once you got past the demented Twista-like baby face and the hard thuggish snarl to embrace the cute but lovable mannish teddy bear tucked underneath.