Second Chance Chapter 12 - Getting to Know You
We did not nap long. Julio woke first, and his stirring awakened me as well.
"Shall we just lay in bed for a while?" he asked me in a quiet voice.
"Yes," I said and turned to face him.
We kissed gently, and I ran my hand over his smooth body. I loved the curve of his chest and the ridges of muscle that I could feel across his belly. When we broke our kiss, he ran his fingers through my beard. It was a little long, because I usually trimmed it on Sunday mornings before going to church. Then he ran his fingers through my chest hair.
"I love how manly you are," he said.
"I'm afraid a little body hair doesn't really make me manly. I've been a big nelly queen my whole life," I joked.
"You're man enough for me," he cooed. "And you are definitely not a queen."
"There's nothing wrong with being a queen," I asserted.
"I didn't say there was. There are some very fem guys that I find quite hot," he said as he kissed my neck and ears. "But I like you just the way you are, and you seem very manly to me."
"As long as you like me..." I started, but he interrupted.
"I do."
"As long as you like me, I'm happy. Because I think I'm too old to change." I kissed him gently on the lips. "And I find you incredibly sexy, all smooth and muscular and handsome. And then you turn out to be painfully smart too. You're the whole package, Julio."
"So it's settled then," he said. "We both like each other. And we find one another sexy. So, it's a good match."
We lay in bed making out for a while, our hands ultimately coming to rest on one another's hard cocks, slowly stroking and squeezing as we kissed. We were just enjoying one another's company, not trying to get off again.
"Should we get dinner?" I asked after a while.
"Sure," Julio said. "Can we do something simple? I don't feel like getting dressed up and behaving well."
I chuckled. "Of course," I responded. "What do you have in mind?"
"Pizza? Chinese?" he suggested.
We decided on a Thai place not far from my apartment, a place from which I sometimes ordered delivery. It was just a couple of blocks away, and very modest, with simple tables and chairs lined up along the walls, but the food was decent, and the ambiance was perfect for what we wanted. It was pretty crowded, but they were able to seat us right away. We ordered beers and food and talked about movies we liked and television shows and vacation ideas. We talked about music, and Julio promised that he would introduce me to the Brazilian pop music that he loved.
I had ordered a spicy green curry dish, not realizing that Julio couldn't really handle hot peppers.
"Brazilian food is not spicy," he said. "In Bahia, there are some people who do add chilies to food -- you know, the African influence -- but my family was suspicious of spiciness. If the Africans had spicy food, then my dad thought it must be sinful." He rolled his eyes.
"That's sad, because this green curry is delicious," I said.
"Maybe I can learn. It will be another form of rebellion for me," he said with a wink.
He reached over with his fork and speared a chunk of chicken and put it in his mouth. His eyes bulged and his face turned red. He chewed it quickly and washed it down with a big swallow of beer.
"Maybe I need to start less ambitiously," he laughed.
After our more active dates the past couple of weekends -- dinner at fancy restaurants, a play, bowling -- it was nice to pull back and have a more casual time together. We had learned the basic facts about each other before. Now we were learning more about tastes and interests. I loved to listen to him talk. He spoke flawless English, but with just a touch of an accent that I found incredibly sexy.
After a leisurely dinner, we walked home and then cuddled on the couch to watch a movie. I opened a bottle of red wine and we each sipped on a glass as we watched. In our conversation over dinner, I had found out that Julio had never seen "La La Land," which was one my favorite films from the last decade, so we watched that on Netflix. It's a musical about two people in Los Angeles whose paths cross multiple times and who finally end up dating but eventually go in different directions.
"They don't end up together!" Julio complained after the last scene, when they encounter one another years later, each having become successful but having settled down with other people. "I thought in romantic movies, there was supposed to be a happy ending."
"Well, it is happy," I insisted. "They both have succeeded. She's a famous actress now, and he runs a jazz club. And they are happy for one another. They just aren't together, so it's a little melancholy too."
"I don't think that I like the melancholy. I want the heroes to live happily ever after. Together."
"You're such a romantic," I said and leaned over to kiss him.
"I am," he agreed. "Which is good for you."
He got up and took my hand in his.
"Let's go to bed," he said.
"It's early," I objected.
"I didn't say let's go to sleep," he added.
"Ah!" I say, catching on. "I can agree to that!"
"You have to cheer me up now after that," he said.
We brushed our teeth and stripped down to our underwear and then climbed into the bed together. We held one another and kissed. I could feel Julio's hardness pressing against me, so I pulled his underwear down, slid down, and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned softly as I worked on him. After a while, he pulled me back up and scooted down to suck me. We tossed our underpants on the floor and started to 69. We shifted again after a while to kiss some more, and then he lifted my legs and started to push against me as we kissed. I reached over and grabbed the lube, then slicked him up, and he slid inside. Without ever breaking the kiss, he started to pump into me, and it did not take long before he was shooting inside me.
"You feel so good to me, Judah," he whispered.
He slipped out of me, and we held each other, pulling the blankets back up to cover ourselves. Moments later, we were asleep.
I got up in the morning at my usual time, made coffee, got the paper, and ate a cup of yogurt as I read the news. Julio got up shortly after and got himself a cup of coffee.
"Any good news?" he asked.
"The election news still makes me nervous. I can't believe how close it is," I said. "But, it looks like Harris will pull it out. Trump just seems so off his rocker. I can't imagine people voting for him."
"As an immigrant, I have to admit that I'm kind of terrified of what would happen if the former guy wins," he said. "I mean, I'm here legally, I have a work visa, but still, it seems like that may not be enough." He sighed. "I could go back to Brazil, I guess, but I'd rather stay here."
We chatted for a while about our hopes and fears for the country and the world, and then we fell silent.
I reminded him that I was going to church in a little bit.
"You're welcome to come if you'd like," I said.
"I ... maybe one day," he said slowly, reflecting deeply. "My family is very religious, and ... it was not good for me." He paused. "I know your church is not like that, but right now, church is still hard for me."
"It's okay," I assured him. "There's no pressure. But for me, it's important to go. It's a community I need."
He sat in silence for a moment.
"It's funny. As much as I've rejected my family's religion because of how strict and judgmental and hateful it is, I can't get away from it. It still shapes how I think and how I see the world."
"How so?" I asked.
"Like ... Halloween was something that my parents condemned as a pagan ritual. In Brazil, it's not just about dressing up but also about this character, Saci, who sneaks up and plays pranks. My parents called Saci a demon and refused to let us dress up in costumes or celebrate Halloween in any way. We could never go to the parties that all of our friends attended. And even though I know better now, Halloween still makes me uncomfortable."
It was mid-October, and Halloween was coming up soon.
"It got worse with my father after my mother died. I was in high school and feeling rebellious, and after my mother's death, my father became even more strict and religious. I tried to dress up as a witch one year to go to a party, but my father caught me trying to sneak out. He ripped the clothes off me and beat me until I cried."
Julio shuddered and his eyes misted up, so I reached over and hugged him.
"Your father is very far away, now," I reassured him. "And you are free to live your own life."
I shrugged and told him, "I was going to mention that we are invited to a Halloween party next weekend. Andy and Steve are hosting at their home on Saturday. But I guess it's better if we don't go."
"No!" Julio said emphatically. "We should go! I want to go. Like you say, I'm free to live my own life now."
"Okay," I said. "But you're under no obligation."
We cleaned up breakfast, and I went to shower and get ready for church. I suggested that Julio could stay here while I went to church and we could hang out when I got back, but he said that he should go home and get some fresh clothes. We decided that I would stop by his place on my way back from church.
When I was dressed, we left my apartment together. We took the L, and he got off at Addison, while I continued on for a few stops. After he got off, he watched me through the window with a sexy smile on his face as the train pulled away. It felt good to have someone look at me with such longing.
I sat through church, particularly appreciating the music this morning, and then went to coffee hour and chatted with a few people. Then I headed back to the L and back up to the Addison stop. When I got to Julio's apartment, he buzzed me up, and I found him there as he opened his front door in nothing but a jock strap.
"Oh," I said, smirking, "I see what you meant when you said we should hang out..."
I shut the door behind me, and he pulled me into a kiss.
"We didn't fool around this morning. I probably won't see you all week. I need to get my fill." He started to unbutton my shirt. "Let's get you out of those uncomfortable clothes."
Soon, I was stripped down to my underwear, and we went into the bedroom and tumbled onto the bed, with our mouths locked together and our hands all over one another. i loved how his body was so smooth and warm. I could feel his toned muscles as I ran my hand across his back and then over his chest and abs. Julio suddenly lifted me and tossed me up further onto the bed, then he pulled down my boxer briefs and swallowed my cock in one movement. He sucked on me just to the point where I was almost ready to shoot, then he pulled off, lifted my legs, and used his tongue to wet my hole. He rimmed my ass for a while, then pushed his cock against my hole, which resisted for a moment, before I worked to relax, and he was able to push inside. He immediately slid in all the way until I felt his curly pubes against my ass, then he began to pound into me mercilessly, hard and deep, grunting as he did so and making me moan. He had left the jockstrap on and just pulled his cock out, which I found quite sexy. I grabbed the straps and pulled him into me as deep as I could.
"You. Feel. So. Good!" he grunted.
As he was building up momentum to shoot inside me, he wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped me a few times until the orgasm that he'd almost sucked out of me with his mouth came bubbling uncontrollably back up.
"Oh fuck!!" I cried, and my cock began to explode onto my chest. That set Julio off, and he unloaded deep into my guts with a scream. He pulled out and collapsed next to me. We lay there for a while, panting as we caught our breath.
"What are your neighbors going to think about all this noise?" I joked.
"I don't care," he said. "You make me scream. I can't help it."
We lay there a bit longer, just enjoying the after sex glow.
"I don't think I've had sex like this since, well, since I first met Pablo," I said.
"I have never had sex like this," he said. He lifted himself onto his elbows and looked at me. "I have had a lot of sex since I came to the United States, with a lot of different men. And some of it was great, but none of it was like this. I have never had sex this many times with one person. I have never WANTED to have sex with someone as much as I want to have sex with you. And the sex has never, ever been this good."
He kissed me gently.
"I'm sorry if it's too much," he said. "But I want you too much."
"It's okay," I said. "I suppose I may be a little sore tomorrow. I mean, how many times have we had sex this weekend? Five? Six? I guess it's making up for me missing my workouts at the gym."
We lay there a bit, then got dressed. We decided to walk over to a coffee shop a few blocks down North Halstead called Elevate. The crowd there was what I think would be called "queer" today, lots of people I would have labeled as young gay men, but I was aware that a number of them were nonbinary or trans or at least ambiguous. And they were probably more fluid with who they hooked up with too -- boys, girls, whatever. Even if I didn't fully get it, I actually loved how free younger people felt to express themselves and define their own identities today. I was old enough that I struggled sometimes with calling a single person "they," even though I was in principle very sympathetic. One of the paralegals in our office preferred they/them pronouns, and I was always careful to address them with the correct pronouns, even if in my mind, I thought of them as her and had to correct myself before I spoke.
As we waited in line, a number of the customers checked Julio out. He was tall, with perfect but distinctive features and such beautiful smooth skin. I knew that in a place like this, I was completely invisible, and I was okay with that. I was flattered that someone as beautiful as Julio had chosen me. That was enough.
We ordered our coffees and then waited a bit for them to finish. A table opened up, so Julio rushed over to grab it, while I waited for our drinks. When our orders came, I took them to the table, and we sat and looked over the crowd. There was one really muscular young guy who was the center of attention at his table. He was in a tank top that showed off his sculpted arms and pecs (despite the cold weather) but he was wearing a string of pearls and had his nails painted bright blue. The contrast between the feminine accessories and his studly body made him even sexier.
"Only drag queens would have worn pearls back when I was young," I said. "Kids are so different today."
"In Brazil, gender is not so clear. With Carnival and all, there are straight men who dress as women, and even in normal times, many gay men are very feminine." He sighed. "But of course, my family was very opposed to that."
We sat and chatted for a while. I told him more about my family and all of the places that I had traveled.
"I feel like I'm really getting to know you," he said, and the song "Getting to Know You" from the King and I started running through my head.
"Getting to know you, getting to know all about you," I sang, and Julio looked at me with raised eyebrows. It's my curse as a gay man that my brain connects almost everything that people say to a show tune.
We finished our coffees and headed out. Julio walked me to the Belmont stop, and I took the L back home. It had been a good weekend, not just the sex -- which had been amazing -- but all of the time together, just sharing and enjoying one another. Julio called me that evening, and we talked for an hour, even though we had talked so much over the past two days. We made plans to meet up on Wednesday night, no matter how late Julio had to work. He'd come straight to my place from work and bring a pair of clothes to change into for work the next day.
"I can't wait a whole week to make love to you again," he said.
As I lay down to sleep that night, I could still feel Julio inside me. It had been many years since I had been fucked so many times in one weekend. Pablo and I had continued to have sex up until he got sick, but it was at most a couple of times a week. Even when we traveled and were a little wild, inviting boys to join us, it was never more than three or four loads in a weekend. But Julio had taken me more times than I could count this weekend, and I loved it. I got rock hard again as I thought about it, and I had to jerk off before I could go to sleep.
After I came, I took a picture of the cum on my cock and belly.
-This is what thinking about you does to me, I texted Julio.
I fell asleep before I received his response.
I had a busy week at work, but I was in a good mood all week.
"Okay," Stephanie asked me on Tuesday, "What's up with you this week?"
"Nothing," I said.
"I don't believe that. You're so cheerful and bubbly, it's annoying," she joked.
"I'm just feeling happy," I told her.
She looked at me with raised eyebrows, seeing right through me. We worked together well, but we didn't share too much about our personal lives. For one thing, we hadn't worked together that long. I didn't even know if she had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Whatever. We just did not have that kind of relationship. Even so, she clearly could read me at the moment.
"Well, try to keep your good mood to yourself," she said sardonically, with a slight smirk.
I had my weekly lunch with Karen on Wednesday. Neither of us had a lot of time, so we met at a bakery and sandwich shop inside the Loop called Goddess and the Baker. I got a hummus and veggie sandwich, and Karen got a salad.
"We're being far too healthy," she complained.
"It makes up for all of the fried food we usually eat," I assured her.
Since it was a bakery, we got coffee to go with our meals. The place was small and crowded, but Karen managed to snag us a couple of stools at a counter. Somehow, Karen was always able to get a table, no matter how busy a restaurant was. It was either her super power or the table gods, bowing to the strength of her personality.
"So..." she began, "How are things with Julio?"
I filled her in about our hooking up over the weekend.
"We were taking things slow, but..."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, waiting for three weeks before fucking is like a year for gay men. How was it?"
"Well we had sex about six or seven times in two days, so I'd say that it was pretty good."
She laughed.
After a pause, she changed her tone. "So, since we're talking about dating ... there's this guy I've gone out with a couple of times."
"Really?!" I said. "Tell me about it."
"We met on Tinder and chatted for a couple of weeks. He's artsy, which you know is usually not my type. He's a classical musician. But he's got a really wicked and cynical sense of humor that I like." She paused and sighed. "So we met up for a drink a couple of weekends ago, and we had a great chat. And then we went out on a real date this Saturday. We went to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and then had dinner. He plays cello in a string quartet and is an alternate at the Symphony. I liked the concert, but he tore it apart for being too focused on popular music -- Beethoven, Mozart, and Strauss - and not pushing the envelope to expand people's tastes. He complained that they could have slipped in at least one unfamiliar work. Honestly, I found him fascinating."
She smiled wickedly. "So we went back to his place and fooled around. And the sex was great. But more importantly, his place was actually really nice. I'd had low expectations for a musician, but he lives in a nice townhouse in Bucktown. And it was really well decorated. I asked him how he got the place, and he told me he'd inherited some money from his grandparents that he'd put into the downpayment."
This was exactly the kind of thing that Karen would find impressive -- someone who is serious and makes wise choices. "We're going out again this weekend," she added.
"Good for you!" I interjected. "What's his name?"
"Vladimir. He's Russian, or his dad was. His mother is from Waukegan or somewhere like that. And he's bi. His last relationship was with a man, and it only ended because the guy moved away. So he knows how to date, and he was cool with my being bi too." She paused again and leaned in. "AND he's ten years younger than me!"
"Wow!" I said. "You, me, and Tom are all suddenly settling down."
"Tom?" she asked. I filled her in on the guy that Tom was now dating. While Tom and Karen got along well enough, they were not really friends independent of me, so I usually passed along news from each of them to the other. Tom and I had spoken on Monday, and he'd told me how well his date with Jeffrey had gone on Saturday. They'd ended up spending the whole day together on Sunday as well.
"So all three of us are dating younger men," Karen observed. "Who'd a thunk it?"
Over lunch, she told me more about Vlad, and I told her about how things were going with Julio.
"We're like a couple of gossiping middle schoolers," she laughed as we were paying and heading out.
"Lovely to catch up as always," she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek at the door and then rushed out.
As we had arranged, Julio came over that Wednesday evening. He left work earlier than usual to get to my place around 8. I ordered Chinese delivery, and we ate dinner at the kitchen counter then showered and got ready for bed. We didn't go to sleep of course, but made love two times before we called it a night.
"This is the break I needed," Julio said a few minutes after he'd finished unloading inside me the second time. "We shouldn't wait until the weekends to get together. I want to see you more often."
"You just needed to get off," I goaded him.
"No. I wanted to see you," he assured me. "AND I needed to get off. What can I say? I find you very sexy, and so I'm feeling horny all the time now thinking about you."
"I guess I can't complain about that," I said. I kissed him, and we pulled the covers around us and went to sleep.
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