NO GEATER LOVE
Justin Balancier Part 3
Baby Blue
The following morning, I was awaken by siren squealing loudly. A fire truck was racing down the street. I checked the time and it was almost 8:00 am.
The sun was streaming through the window and I laid there staring at the ceiling thinking of everything I had to do. I took the day off from work to catch up on details at home, and to paint the guest room.
I like sleeping with a tee shirt on top and my bottom naked. I don't like my crotch confined because my hand will often rest there as if to guard my prize possession.
Rising slowly, I got out of bed and stood in front of a full length mirror. I turned sideways and looked at myself. "Oh yeah," – I muttered, "Not bad."
My flat stomach glisten in the sunlight and my abs were hard and energized. I could picture myself holding Alexsander. "Geese, he was amazing. My mind kept reliving the moments that we spent together...
A little demon peered back at me in the mirror. Okay, Mike, you pitiful ass hole – snap out of it. Stop being a jerky narcissist and make some coffee.
As the coffee maker dripped away, I managed to have a quick shower. Then I dressed putting on a clean top and old faded jeans. There was a tear in one knee of the jeans, and a hole in the crotch.
I had just poured some coffee, when a text came in. It read. "The door bell is ringing." "What the hell is this?" I said to myself; there was nothing ringing.
It seemed like the very next moment, the bell talked loud and clear. "Buzz-buzz-buzz."
I opened the door and there, braced against the door frame, with a paint roller in his hand, was Alexsander. He was showing those good-looking white teeth, and smiling from ear to ear.
"Hey Mickey, ole pal. I am here, just like I said I would be. C'mon buddy, let's paint,"
"Good morning," I replied desperately trying to think of something that sounded more creative. But `Good morning' was all I could manage to say.
Once inside, we sat next to each other drinking coffee and spreading apple butter on toast. Alexsander stared at me over the edge of the cup while sipping his coffee. He seemed to be good at sexy stares. He had a penetrating look, and used it relatively well. Alexsander regarded a look as the way to entice someone. I was correct on that observation.
I reached over and touched his face gently, like examining a fine piece of porcelain.
"You like me, - don't you?" Alexsander said to me.
"I suppose, you're okay!!" "I was wiping apple butter off my fingers"
"You dizzy fuck, come here!!" Alexsander quipped and pulled me closer to him.
He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to his face. The next few minutes were an endurance of face-sucking. I loved it. I absolutely loved it.
Alexsander sucked my lips and drew my chin into his mouth. He licked my face, gobbled around my ears and kissed my forehead. I was being drained of my senses. He went after my body like a scavenger nibbling, chewing and talking to me. His voice was James Bond sexy, but I didn't realize how much until he began to talk.
"OMG Michael, you are so fuckin complete – so hot and complete. You are spot-on perfect for me. Maybe we can be fuck buddies. I want to be near you. "Wanta try?"
"Probably"
"What does `probably' mean?"
"It means, you're hot and a bit wacky."
"Hot goes to hot, and you want me, I know you do."
"Of course I do. Imagine having a Romanian stud who is volunteering to paint a room" I said laughing.
"You are making fun of me, aren't you Michael? – Please don't do that."
"OMG – No, Alexsander. I am trying to be a comedian and say silly things. I am sorry."
"Really?"
"For sure, I would never knowingly hurt you. I doubt that anyone could hurt you anyway."
"Yeah, I guess I am pretty pushy when I want something."
He put his hand inside the hole in my jeans covering my crotch. He tried to finger my cock for a quick feel. Out of frustration, he ripped the pants off me. Alexsander literally tore the jeans in half. "This is what I want!! – Sorry the jeans got in the way."
"Phew, so I noticed."
He was wild like an animal, but that was okay. Besides, they were old crappy jeans anyway. And the animal - well, I liked that.
It didn't take long before the two of us were on the kitchen floor and naked once again.
Alexsander maneuvered his hips around to an uncomfortable position for himself. He wanted me relaxed, even at his expense.
He placed a condom in my hand. "Please... fuck me." He whispered to me like a child asking for a cookie.
I loved sucking his dick, but I fantasied about putting my cock inside him. His hips supported the most fuckable butt that I have ever noticed on a man. I could get hard just thinking about his ass.
Alexsander rolled on to his stomach offering me his boyish cheeks. My cock was so hard, and the thought of being inside him was rising my blood pressure.
My fingers couldn't work fast enough to roll the condom on to my cock, but I managed. I had no lube nearby, and wasn't leaving to find any. I touched between his legs and he opened up for me.
I began chewing away at his ass cheeks and spreading them with my hands. It was meal time, and I wasted no moments getting my tongue inside his butt hole. He was wet with saliva.
Alexsander whimpered and moved around pushing back on my face. I face fucked him as he wiggled side to side. He moved like a goldfish caught in a scoop net. I backed off and used my finger instead to loosen him up. My finger slid into him with ease. So I tried two fingers and eventually had four fingers inside him. His body was so warm clamped around my fingers.
My testosterone was screaming and I had to fuck the heat out of this man. Alexsander rose to meet every plunge. He drew in my cock like a machine.
Whoa...he was soooo fuckable, with his low slung hips and boyish butt. I was one happy dude.
I could feel cum stirring in my balls and I knew I was about to explode at any time.
"Where do you want it" – I yapped out breathlessly.
"Stay where you are Mike."
"Oh Alexsander, oh shit – Aghhhh. Damn - damn - damn, I couldn't stop shooting. My heart was beating fast and my chest began to perspire. I wish I could describe it better, but it was a lifetime moment.
I laid on top of Alexsander's body with my cock still inside him. It was going flaccid now, so it slid out easy.
Alexsander flipped around and said. "Here, let me take it off."
I stayed next to him as he removed the spent condom and tossed it on the floor beside us. Then, he bent down and licked my cock clean.
He cuddled up to me and whispered. "Mike, What do you say, we get up now; this fucking floor is cold and hard as hell."
I started to laugh. He had done it again. His charisma was quality.
We went into the bedroom and I changed into khaki shorts to replace the ripped jeans. I ran my hand down the front of Alexsander's pants and touched his cock.
"Let's get the painting done first." He said, as he picked up the can of baby blue that was sitting on the countertop. - "Okay?"
"Okay, but I still want it."
"Of course, I've got your number."
"Very funny."
"Yup – now let's get this job started," Alexsander said to me.
We got the room painted in no time and it looked sharp. The baby blue color was a fine choice. Around 3:00 pm, everything was finished and the paint mess cleaned up.
I invited Alexsander to dinner that evening at a well-known gay club called, "The Shindig". Gays called it simply, "The Dig"
The Shindig, was actually an expensive restaurant, separated from an elegant bar lounge with folding glass French doors in a garden setting. It was attractive and many of its patrons were business men with cash to spend.
"Would you like to go?" - I asked. "It's on me, just so you understand."
"Sure, I'll go," Alexsander said. "I know the place well. Suppose I meet you out front; say about 8:00 o'clock."
"Sounds good, 8:00 o'clock it is." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Part 4 Continues... Justin Balancier: jbalancier9@yahoo.com - email me with comments. Please continue reading / Support Nifty to keep these amazing stories at your fingertips.