The Washingtonian Chapter 8
Part 8
I awoke to Hunter’s warmth against me. My head was fuzzy but not as painful as I expected it to be from the amount of vodka I’d drank. My bladder on the other hand was protesting for release. Extracting myself from the bed, conscious to try to not wake Hunter, I made my way into the bathroom. Shortly I was back in the bedroom and gently crawled back into the bed, and lay for a moment taking in the view of Hunter sleeping. His hair was a mess, and he had a peaceful expression on his face -- his mouth slightly open. Oh the things he could do with that mouth. Thoughts of the night, and weekend before that, flashed through my mind and blood started to flow to my groin.
Pulling the duvet back, I worked my way down Hunter’s body until the item I desired was right in front of me. He too must have been having pleasant thoughts as he was pretty hard, making my efforts much easier. As I’d said before, Hunter’s penis was a good size. It’s what Ari would refer to as perfect boyfriend penis. Not too big; not too small. Just the right size for something you wanted to play with every day and not have the horror of getting fucked by a massive dick all the time.
With a smile, I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, enjoying the taste and warmth of his skin. He reacted immediately with a groan. I then proceeded to take more of him in my mouth until I gagged. Looking up at him, I could see that his eyes were now open and he grinned down at me. I grinned back at him - or as best I could with a penis in my mouth - and continued to suck on him.
From the sounds that were emanating from him, I found that he liked when I swirled my tongue around the head, as well as when I lightly grazed my teeth against the crown when I plunged down, taking as much of him as I could. After a minute, I began to focus on his balls, taking them in my mouth, which elicited further moans from him, pulling on them when I went back to sucking the length of him. A few minutes of this back and forth and I could tell he was getting close and he grabbed my arms and tried to pull me up for a kiss.
“No, I’m having fun with this,” I said with a smirk, fighting back his attempts and breaking the silence that had been between us since he awoke. “I want you to come in my mouth.” I was rewarded with a 1000 Watt smile.
Ten minutes later I had him back on the edge of orgasm, and was rewarded with his warm, salty seed as his body tenses and his fingers clenched the sheets.
“Well, that was a pleasant way to wake up,” Hunter said pulling me up to kiss me a couple minutes later after he caught his breath.
“Think of it as a thank you for last night… and last Saturday.”
“No thanks needed.”
“I don’t think we’ve really gotten a chance to talk about last Saturday,” I said sitting up in the bed so that I was facing him. I didn’t mean to turn this early morning treat into an inquisition, but maybe this was the best time to do it.
“What’s there to talk about?” he asked intrigued, perhaps a little concerned, moving his hand to my knee to gently rub it with his thumb.
“Uh, about how mind blowing it was.”
“So you enjoyed yourself, did you?” he said with a mischievous grin, grabbing my shoulder and trying to pull me back down to lie next to him.
“Hunter, I’ve never felt that way before. I like sex, but I honestly didn’t know I could come like that. It’s all i’ve been able to think about all week,” I said very matter-of-factly, looking him in the eye. “How did you know everywhere that would drive me crazy like that?”
“Well, it’s not like that’s the first time I ever touched you. I just remembered from our past... indiscretions... what spots would make you squirm.”
This comment made me think of all the places he was ticklish, of which I was currently drawing a blank. I filed this away to explore his body some more when I got the next opportunity and try to find what would make him groan and squirm.
“Indiscretions, huh? What am I, your mistress?” I asked, coming back to the conversation at hand, and making a jab at him.
“If the shoe fits,” he quipped back.
“Gosh, you really know how to make a lady feel appreciated,” I responded feigning insult.
“Do you always like it like that?” I continued with my line of questioning after a minute of silence between us as we smiled at each other.
“What do you mean?
“You in control.”
“I definitely wasn’t in control just now and I liked it a lot. Why, do you not like that?”
“No, on the contrary, I really liked it. It was kind of thrilling, almost as if you’d tied me to the bed.”
“That could be fun, would you be into that?”
“I guess, yeah. It’s not that I’m a virgin - well obviously now - but i’m not that sexually experienced so I’m pretty much down to give anything a try once.”
“This is very good information to know.”
“Why, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, I didn’t necessarily have anything in mind, but I guess I’m going to have to think of something now - I don’t want to bore you.”
“Do you like to be in control a lot?”
“I guess now that I think back on it, yeah I typically like to be in control. That’s my personality so it makes sense why I like you do my bidding in bed as well.”
“Your personality doesn't seem controlling to me.”
“That’s because i’m relaxed when i’m around you, little man, and I like that you push my button and nitpick at me. I doubt many of my colleagues would give me the same assessment.”
“Why do you always call me little man?”
“I was wondering when you were going to ask me that. I guess that night I first met you I felt like I was robbing the cradle, but then the more I got to know you I realized you’re more mature than your age lets on, that you’re a man not a boy, plus you’re smaller than me. I don’t know, it just popped out of my mouth that one night and it’s stuck. Why? Do you not like it?”
“No, I couldn’t care either way, was just curious.”
“You appear to be curious about a lot of things this morning.”
“Speaking of curious, I guess now that we’re talking about slightly more serious things than we normally do, I was hoping maybe we could broach the subject of what’s going on with us?”
“Sure, I’m always willing to talk about that.”
“Well, I don’t want you to be mad about this, but I know about your father’s death, and i’m really sorry to hear that,” as I said this I could see his expression changed to one of slight pain, but he remained silent.
“And it now makes a lot of sense why you’re like this now and then disappear for a few days before randomly popping up again wanting to see me. I guess all I want to know if we can be a little more realistic about expectations.”
“And what would you like to see with that?”
“Well for one, just to be clear, you do want to continue our trysts?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“And I probably shouldn’t expect to see you during the week?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s a fair assessment. One of the reasons I’ve liked seeing you is that when I’m with you, you’re a good distraction from everything going on in my life and I probably get into a bubble of not realizing what I actually have going on in my life. Then I get back to reality.”
“You know that’s all fine, it would just be nice to get a text saying that. I can be rather self-deprecating at times,” I said looking down at my hands, “especially thinking that I’m just this twink you’ve been having fun fucking and you’ve tired of it.”
“I wouldn’t be too worried about that -- you’ve kind of got the best of both worlds going for you. You’re sexy as hell in a very youthful way, but you’re a really smart, mature guy, and I don’t feel at all like I have to babysit you.”
“OK, so we’ve agreed that under current circumstances I should expect to see you again in the future, likely not during the week, but that i’m not going to wait around for you to call me?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a fair assessment. I can be much better about giving you more advanced warming -- i’ll admit i’d be pretty annoyed about that too if I was on the other end of this.”
“You know i’m more than happy to come over and see you - or be naked for you - during the week. Just don’t call after 10PM.”
“That’s very good to know as there have been some nights recently where I’ve gotten home late and have wanted you to come over, but from your previous comments was worried you’d just think I was booty calling you.”
“I think at this point we’re past that.”
“Good to hear.”
“Lastly, I am really sorry to hear about your father. I didn’t want to say anything, but if there’s anything I can do for you, I gladly will.”
“I’m pretty sure what you did this morning was perfect.”
I blushed.
“So how did you figure that out?”
“What? That your father died?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be mad, but Elizabeth accidentally told me while we were sailing on Saturday. She said they were surprised to see you after the week you’d had, and when I enquired why she spilled the beans.”
“It’s OK, i’m not mad at her, it was bound to come up with you around my friends. Did she say anything else?”
“Yeah, she kind of told me who he was…”
“Oh, so the cat’s really out of the bag.”
“Yeah, she made an allusion to them being not sure if there was going to be a big funeral and then she kicked herself and didn’t want to tell me more. However, i’m pretty sluethy and after a Google search of your last name and ‘obituary’ and boom there it was,” I lied about this last part to protect her a little. In all actuality, I definitely would have figured it out as soon as I got home and I don’t blame her.
“So, no witty comments?” he asked.
“Nope. Don’t get me wrong, it fit some pieces together. I always wondered how the hell you were a principle at your firm at 28.”
“It wasn’t all nepotism you know.”
“Oh, i’m sure, you’re a very smart guy.”
“But yes, in this town it really is all about who you know and have access to.”
“OK, one snarky comment,” I said with a shy grin.
“I knew you couldn’t not have something to say,” he said with an easy smile.
“So you’re a Republican?”
“Yes, I am a registered Republican.”
I fell back on the bed and groaned.
“Oh come on, i’m not that bad,” he laughed. “I’m pretty liberal on a lot of things.”
“Like what?” I asked sitting back up.
“Same-sex marriage.”
“Oh gee, thanks for that.”
“Legalization of marijuana.”
“Anything else?”
“I think the second amendment is fucked up.”
“OK, now we’re talking. What about Social Security?”
“What about it?”
“Would you like to see it privatized?”
“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked trying to change the subject.
“Oh my god, you do?” I asked in shock. “And Medicare and Medicaid as well?”
He didn’t respond and I fell back against the bed.
“I can’t believe I had sex with you,” I said aloud, both sarcastically, but also with a slight bit of sincerity.
With this, he took the opportunity to pounce on me so that his face was hovering just over mine, staring down with a goofy grin.
“Does this mean we can’t continue having sex, Mr. Beauchamp?” he asked in practically a purr. Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed me. I was about to protest, mainly just to be difficult, but he doubled down his efforts and there was no way I could resist. We then proceeded to have very playful sex, allowing each other to further explore our bodies, which included lots of playful biting, and even a little hair pulling at one point.
We spent the rest of the day in his bed, relaxed and content to be near each other as we chatted more, getting to know each other, watching TV, having more sex, and napping. I’d never spent so much time naked before - period - let alone with someone. I’ve always been a little shy about my body, which likely stems from the fact that I was a chubby little kid, but I felt completely comfortable naked in front of Hunter. It probably helped that the few times I did get out of bed to use the bathroom, or went downstairs to grab us some food, that Hunter couldn’t keep his eyes off me with a hungry grin.
I had intended to go home around 8PM, but the mention of it elicited protests from Hunter. In all honestly, I was too cozy lying in the crook of his arm, my head on his chest. It was a good decision to stay as I was rewarded with another blissful orgasm before falling asleep.
***
The next few weeks proceeded to pass in a predictable fashion -- during the week i’d work until about 7PM each night, and then head to the gym for a workout before cooking dinner at home or meeting a friend out for a quick bite, and then spend about two or three nights at Hunter’s. During the weekends we proceeded as we had in the past -- usually involving debauchery with friends followed by sex. Since our conversation Hunter had become much more receptive, often texting me either the day before or during the day letting me know his plans for the evening. I also found that when I wanted to get his attention, his schedule often became a lot more accommodating. For example, one slow day at work about two weeks after our come-to-Jesus talk (at least that’s what I was calling it), I found myself daydreaming about Hunter and decided to send him a rather illicit message.
Can’t stop thinking about your tongue. Dinner plans tonight? I had an idea: me in your bed, naked, ass in the air. 8PM?
My phone buzzed a minute later with a response from Hunter:
I’ve never gotten so hard in a meeting before. See you at 8! Don’t be late!
I was well rewarded for taking the initiative that night. I contemplated sending a similar message the next day but decided to not overplay my hand. That in turn was likely a good decision as the two other times I tried a similar tactic I received the desired response: he and me in the throws of passion at my time and choosing. Our time together wasn’t always about sex either - though who am I kidding, it mostly was - as there were a couple nights where we were both too exhausted and instead just enjoyed each others company. In addition to the general intimacy, I found that though Hunter was not the most forward in volunteering information, when asked he seemed fine answering most of my questions. He also wanted to know as much about me, and we told each other anecdotes about our childhoods, college, and he told him about his time working on the Hill and the White House, and some information about how his firm got started.
To my surprise Hunter even invited me to a couple functions -- like as his date!
What are you doing on Thursday night?
No plans at the moment
I got invited to an event at the British Embassy. Want to “crash” with me?
Did you just invite me on a date Mr. Blume?
Perhaps?
It won’t count as crashing but i’d love to!
:) Wear that Dior suit that makes your ass look amazing. The Ambassador’s COS is a big homo and I want to make him jealous
Will do!
Now I can’t get that image out of my head. Come over tonight around 9?
When I did make it to his place that night, Hunter had me unclothed and moaning shortly after walking in the door. We didn’t even make it upstairs and instead fucked on the couch for the first time.
On Thursday my phone buzzed as I sat at my desk, looking at the caller ID I saw that it was Hunter. Looking at the clock on my computer I could see it was 7:25. Hunter was punctual as usual.
“Hey, i’m shutting down my computer as we speak. I’ll be down in two minutes,” I said immediately in the phone knowing that he was about to pull up downstairs.
“OK, see you in a minute.”
“Good evening,” I said as I climbed into the passenger seat.
“Hi cutie,” he greeted with a smile. “You remembered!”
“Sorry?”
“To wear the suit!”
“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t want to disappoint. After all, this is the first time you’ve invited me to anything.”
“Sorry we’re not crashing,” he said with a grin.
“It’s OK, this will just allow me to do my research for the future,” I responded mischievously.
Soon we were making our way up Massachusetts Avenue and past Dupont Circle towards Embassy Row. Turning in front of the Naval Observatory, we pulled up outside the fence of the embassy, the valet taking the car. After queuing and providing our IDs to the guard at the security checkpoint we were buzzed through the gate. We made our way past the modern new brick building that housed most of the administrative offices of the embassy towards the ambassador’s residence. From the street, the residence definitely has the feel of a British country estate, but nothing special. However, once we made it to the south lawn of the building, the full beauty of the Queen-Anne style manor really showed its charm; it’s columns glowing in the early evening light.
Hunter lead us up under the columned portico and into the large, welcoming room inside. We were greeted by a waiter passing out glasses of Champagne. Hunter took two glasses as I looked around at the expansive space that was beautifully decorated.
“How was your day today?” Hunter asked handing me the glass.
“Not too bad. I had a long meeting this morning with my boss outlining a new project i’m going to start working on. It think it’s going to be fun.”
“Who is the client?”
“Mr. Blume, are you trying to get trade secrets out of me?”
“Oh so it’s secret huh?”
“No, but seeing as you could become the competition, I think i’m going to hold my cards a little tighter from now on.”
“Really? I bring you here, and ply you with Champagne and you’re not going to tell me anything? I think I’m going to have to reassess our relationship,” Hunter responded playfully.
“I’m glad we cleared that up, now I can also focus on why I’m really here which is finding an upgrade.”
“Upgrade?” Hunter asked amused.
“Yeah, someone with a litte more influence. You did know I was just fucking my way up the ladder, right?” I responded with a grin.
Mirroring my grin, Hunter leaned closer and in a very even tone said “Yes, but very few men in this town also come in a body like this and I bet even fewer are going to make you squirm like i’m going to make you later.”
I took a big gulp of Champagne as a shiver ran down my spine. Out of context his words may have been construed as cocky or conceited, however, I just saw it as a reflection of confidence. He was stating facts that I knew to be true, and it went straight to my groin. Yes, he may have been bragging a little, but it was all in a joking way to put me in place for my smart comments.
“Hunter, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” came a voice with a British accent, pulling me from the lust that was building inside me. As he turned away from me, Hunter gave me a wink.
“Martin, great to see you, as always,” he said extending his hand to the dapper looking man who appeared to be in his mid-forties. “I’d like to introduce you to my friend Phillip Beauchamp. Phillip, this is Martin Wight, the Ambassador’s Chief of Staff.”
“How do you do,” he stated shaking my hand.
“Nice to meet you,” I responded.
“How’s life been treating you lately?” Hunter asked, once we’d be introduced.
“I just got in from Dulles. I was on a lovely holiday with friends from London in the South of France, and my flight yesterday was cancelled, so this morning was a little hectic, but I got on the early flight from Charles de Gaulle this morning.”
“Well, you’re here now, so have a drink and relax,” Hunter replied as he flagged over one of the waiters.
“My condolences about your father.”
“Thank you, and thank you for the kind note you sent.”
“So, how do you know this handsome young man?” Martin said, smiling at me and changing the subject and i’m sure trying determine my relationship with Hunter.
“Phillip and I met earlier this summer,” Hunter responded not going into more detail. “He’s never been to the embassy before, and I thought this would be the perfect excuse to show him around.”
“Ah well in that case, welcome to Her Majesty’s Embassy. Would you like me to show you around?”
“That would be lovely,” I said as he gestured to our right.
Martin then showed us around providing background on the residence building which opened in 1930 under George IV’s reign and FDR’s presidency and was built to make a statement about the “special relationship” between the US and the UK. Twenty minutes later we were back in the ornate hall where we first entered, and we all got drink refills. It was at this point that Hunter and Martin started talking shop about a bill that was currently with the House finance subcommittee, and I started to check-out of the conversation. I expected that Hunter would eventually get into some type of conversation related to work, as after all that’s why he were there, though I wasn’t fully aware how he and a foreign government might have related work. Perhaps a British bank was one of his clients and they both had a vested interest? That said, I knew now was not the time to ask. The old adage that children should be seen but not heard came to mind. As I wasn’t sure if my role there was to be arm candy, I figured it was best to stay quiet, look pretty and ask questions later.
After a couple minutes of their conversation I politely excused myself to find the bathroom, and after a further few minutes walking around was greeted by an attractive woman close to my age in a black cocktail dress.
“You look a bit lost, can I help you?” she asked with a British accent.
“I was looking for the restroom, but appear to have given myself a little bit a tour of the building. If you wouldn’t mind pointing the way,” I stated.
“Gladly,” she said and then gestured to my right down a hallway leading the way. She then pointed towards a door that had “Toilet” carved into it. I relieved myself and upon exiting expected to find myself alone again, but she was still standing there looking intently at a photo that was hanging on the wall.
“So what brings you to the embassy?” she asked with a polite smile.
“You didn’t have to wait, I can find my way back.”
“It’s not a problem. You’re getting closer to the actual residential section of the residence so I wanted to escort you back,” she then said again gesturing in the direction we’d just come from.
“Oh, my apologies,” I stated genuinely. “I’m here as a guest of my friend.”
“Oh great. Well welcome, my name’s Emily Stoughton.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Emily. I’m Phillip Beauchamp.”
After our introduction we began to walk back towards the main hall to join the rest of the guests and continued to chat. I found at that she was a Special Assistant to the Ambassador working in the Congressional Affairs Office, and got more background that her work was liaising with Senate offices. The item I wanted to find out most was how receptive they were in meeting with foreign governments, to which she said they were often receptive. At least to the UK, though she couldn’t speak for other countries. She then inquired about me and what I was doing in Washington, and once the ice was broken we dispensed with discussion of work and instead conversed about more light hearted items.
“There you are,” Hunter interjected about a half hour later as Emily was describing a new restaurant she had recently tried in Eastern Market.
“Well hello to you to,” I said to Hunter. “Hunter, meet Emily Stoughton, Emily please meet Hunter Blume.”
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
“Sorry if my conversation with Martin got a little boring, you know how it came be.”
“No worries, Emily found me looking for the bathroom and I’ve been enjoying her company since,” I stated. I thought of mentioning that Emily also worked in Congressional Affairs, but I was enjoying not talking shop and didn’t want it to devolve back into that.
I was about to ask Hunter how much longer he wanted to stay, but then he saw someone else, politely excused himself, and made his way over to say hello.
“Boyfriend?” Emily asked.
“To be honest, i’m not really sure what label to put on him.”
“Oh, one of those?”
“Yes, he makes me very confused at times.”
“Well i’m glad that gay men have the same issues.”
“Is it that noticeable that we’re an item?”
“Oh yes. He was all smiles at you as he was walking over. It was quite cute actually. He’s got a cute bum too,” she said with a laugh turning to face towards him as he talked with a woman to our left.
“Yes, that he definitely does.”
“I have to say, dating in Washington has been… interesting.”
We then discussed her experience with dating in DC which sadly involved a lot of lawyers and people who worked on the Hill. In response she has now made working in politics a deal breaker in terms of dates, which has then been rather limiting. Hunter soon joined us again, his smile again evident as he approached us. He put his hand on the small of my back once he was standing next to me.
“Well, Emily, it’s been a pleasure to meet you. My apologies for monopolizing your time, but here’s my business card,” I said fishing on out of my breast pocket of my jacket and handing it to her. “I’d love to get a drink sometime and hear more about your dating diary.”
“I’d love that too,” she said and then fished a card out of her clutch.
“I’m starving. Can we go get a bite to eat somewhere?” I asked turning to Hunter.
“I was just about to suggest that same thing.”
We made our way out of the embassy and waited for the valet to bring the car around. It was still light out, but the sun was beginning to set and Hunter put on his sunglasses. Standing there is his suit, he looked good!
“What are you smiling about?” Hunter asked.
“Oh nothing.”
“What?”
“You. You look very fuckable right now.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked laughing.
“Very.”
“So when you said you were starved, and wanted a bite to eat…”
“Oh no, that wasn’t an innuendo, I really do need to get some food. But maybe after,” I said with a wink.
“Anything in particular you’re in a the mood for?” he asked.
“Actually, though it’s kind of out of the way, I could really go for steak tartare at Les Halles right now.”
“I’d be down for that.”
Twenty minutes later we were seated outside at Les Halles on Pennsylvania Avenue, and had ordered our food and a bottle of wine.
“Sorry if that was a little boring.”
“No, I had a good time. Thank you for bringing me.”
“Looks like you made a new friend.”
“I did! And she works in Congressional Affairs.”
“Oh really? I’m impressed. Are you sure I can’t hire you?”
“I don’t think you could afford me.”
“Oh so now you’re getting cocky, huh?” he said with a laugh.
“Not cocky, just knowing my value.”
“Ok, chief, whatever you say.”
“What are your plans this weekend?” I asked changing the subject.
“I’m actually flying out to LA tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, that’s fun, what for?”
“A friend is getting married on Saturday, so flying out tomorrow to be there in time for the rehearsal dinner, etc.”
“Oh, even more fun.”
“How about you?”
“My sister and I have made a pact to see each other this weekend as we haven’t gotten together in a while. I think she’s going to come over and hang at the pool.”
“That’ll be good. We should schedule a dinner with her some night.”
Did I hear that right?
“Oh yeah? You’d be interested in meeting her?”
“Yes, I want to see if she’s as nutty as you.”
I couldn’t believe those words just came out of his mouth. Did Mr. Disappearing Act really want to meet my sister?
“I come across as completely normal compared to her,” I said playing it cool.
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“I’ll ask her tomorrow. I’m sure we can schedule something before the end of the summer.”
“Good.”
We sat and enjoyed the wine as our food came. While eating Hunter provided me some background on how he got to know Martin during his time working on the Hill and the work they had in common these days. As I suspected, one of Hunter’s clients was a British bank with sway in the Foreign Office to work lobbying on their behalf as well as using Hunter’s firm to also push their agenda. Money talks.
Before long, we were back at Hunter’s townhouse, the wine I’d consumed at dinner making me bold. Once we walked in the door, I immediately grabbed Hunter and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
“You know, that girl Emily said you have a nice butt,” I said breaking the kiss before I became fully engulfed in it.
“And what do you think?”
“I very much agree, and would prefer to see it out of this suit.”
“But I thought I was fuckable in the suit?”
“You are, but fucking is easier when you’re naked.”
“Point well taken,” he said and then returned the kiss, this time taking control as he likes to do. He then spun me around, standing directly behind me and directing me to head up the stairs to his bedroom.
Once there, he began to undress me, sliding my jacket off my shoulders, and then began to untie my tie. I stood and watched. One of my favorite things was to stand or sit and watch him undress me and himself. He had an effortless way of looking so sultry. Once he had my tie and shirt off and my belt unbuckled, he pushed me back against the bed as he slipped off my shoes and socks and then began to pull my pants off of me. Soon I was lying on the bed in just my underwear, my erection very prominent.
Hunter at first began to make a show of undressing himself, but then disappeared into his closet against my protests as he hung up his suit jacket and slacks, returning in only his underwear: his erection also very prominent. With a mischievous grin, he crawled onto the bed, and then on top of me. He looked down at me, his nose almost touching mine.
“What am I going to do with you tonight?” he asked aloud to no one in particular.
He reached down and I closed my eyes waiting for the contact of his lips against mine, but was slightly surprised when he took my ear in his mouth and nibble on my earlobe ever so gently. I moaned. He then kissed and nibbled on my ear for a minute before kissing down my neck to my chest where he bit my right nipple, the unexpected pain from his sharp bite eliciting a groan from me. I moved my hands to pull him away, but he grabbed my wrists before I could make contact with his head, and he pinned them to my side. All of this movement cause him to fall down on me, his chest coming in contact with mine. In this position, finally he kissed me again, pushing his tongue into my more than willing mouth.
I decided to be a willing participant to his motions, letting him kiss and bite me wherever he wanted, but ultimately had other plans in mind. Hunter was very good at using my erogenous zones against me, and I let him, but waited until the right moment when he let my arms go from above my head and was in the process of shifting his weight. Seeing my opening, I took the opportunity to turn the tables on him, grabbing his arms and using a considerable amount of strength to roll him over onto his back. Without skipping a beat, I pulled his arms up over his head, using my body weight to keep him down, and then began to hungrily kiss him. I think he was a little surprised by my swift actions, especially since he likely thought I was already putty in his hands. That said, I could feel the smile on his lips. I pulled back and looked down at him also smiling.
“Tonight’s my night to be in control,” I said and not seeing any protest from him took that to mean he would let me.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked.
“You’ll see, now quiet,” I said leaning down kiss him again. He willingly obliged.
I then broke the kiss, sitting up and letting go of his wrists which were still pinned above his head. I gave him a stern look communicating that he wasn’t to move them, and then slowly began to trail the backs of my fingernails down the underside of first his forearms and then his triceps ever so slightly allowing them to graze against his skin. The closer I came to his armpits, the more he started to squirm, but he was good and didn’t move his arms too much. I continued to move the fingernails past his armpits and down the sides of his torso, expecting him to squirm as much as it would to me, but found that he wasn’t ticklish. He was a weird bird in the fact that some days his side were ticklish and some days they weren’t, and I was disappointed I couldn’t get him to squirm tonight.
I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips as reward for letting me tease him and then began to kiss down his jaw until I found the spot on his neck, which I started to lick, kiss and ever so lightly suck at. That got him moaning. From there I moved down to his chest where I gently kissed in between the shelves of his chest, letting his chest hair tickle my nose. Knowing that his nipples weren’t that sensitive, I paid no attention to them and kissed my way down his stomach, shifting so that I followed one of his adonis lines which I knew were a bit sensitive until I reached the waistband of his underwear. Hooking my thumbs under the sides, Hunter raised his hips and allowed me to slide them down off of him, his erection getting at first getting caught and then flopping back against his stomach. Now he was fully naked and mine.
Once I had him naked, I looked up at him from my position kneeling over his groin. He intently stared down at me, lust apparent in his eyes. I smiled and then took him in my mouth, still staring up at him. He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back enjoying the sensation. I then worked my mouth up and down him, taking my hand to jerk him off at the same time.
After a few minutes of this, I sat up, moving off the bed to more easily doff my underwear. I also reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube that he kept there and a condom. When I first got out of the bed, Hunter sat up a little, i’m sure wondering what I was doing, but once I was naked with condom and lube in hand, he leaned back, a smile back on his lips. I took my place kneeling over his groin again, and unwrapped the condom, putting it on him as i’d now done many multiple times. I then kissed the side of his legs, and opened the lube to apply a liberal amount on his now condom covered erection. I handed him the bottle of lube which he eagerly took from me, allowing me to then scoot my way up so that I was now sitting on his stomach.
I presented my right hand to him, my index and middle finger pointed out from the rest of them and he then squirted some lube onto them understanding my intent. I then leaned forward and planted a hungry kiss on his lips and I reached back as I smeared to lube on my ass and inserted my fingers inside myself with a deep exhale. Hunter moaned into my mouth.
“That is so hot,” he said for the first time breaking out silence.
“It’s almost your turn, chief,” I said to him, kissing him again.
After a couple second ensure that I had enough lube applied, I pushed back from him again sitting on his stomach. He moved his his hands to my hips and then helped me work by back down until as I grabbed his cock and lined it up with it’s intended destination. When I knew I had him properly lined up, I looked down at him and stared hungrily into his eyes as I pushed back, feeling him enter me slowly, exhaling as I went. Soon I could feel my ass come in contact with his legs and I knew I was down all the way, completely full of him. God it felt good. I moved my thumb to his mouth and he gently bit at it, not breaking eye contact with me. I then began to rise up, Hunter’s hand still on my waist, aiding my rise slightly, and before he could pull out of him, moved back down again, eliciting a moan from him. I then began to build a rhythm up and down, quickening the pace slightly each time.
I was having fun, staring down at him, enjoying the pleasure on his face. That said, I was amazed how quickly my legs were starting to tire. I reached forward, changing the angle of our contact and tried to kiss him, but found that I couldn’t really move my hips back and forth and kiss him at the same time. Hunter understanding the dynamic, pushed me back up so I was perpendicular to him, and then leaned forward himself so he was almost in a sitting position, allowing me to then move up and down on him and kiss him at the same time.
I hungrily kissed him, trying to stay in control and devour him as he often did to me. Though after a new minutes, Hunter broke the kiss and then started to kiss at my neck and chest, before making contact with my lips again. This time, the hunger was all his, and I moaned into his mouth, letting him take control. He knew it, and I could almost feel the purr in his throat.
We stayed in the same position for another couple minutes as he hungrily kissed me, but then surprised me by wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me so that I was on my back and he was on top of me. He looked down at my with his typical mischievous grin, before hungrily kissing my mouth again, and then fully took control of the whole situation as he began to move his hips in and out of me. Before long he was making me moan from the sensations his lips were having on my neck and ear, while his penis worked it magic inside me. I sat back and enjoyed the show until we both orgasmed.
***
After our night out Thursday, Hunter, as planned, flew to LA the next day for his friend’s wedding. Throughout the weekend we exchanged text messages, but come Monday he appeared to disappear, as he was good at doing, and I didn’t hear back from him at all. For once I decided to be responsible and wasn’t social at all that week, electing to go home straight after work, cook dinner and have a quiet time to myself. Ari and I hadn’t been seeing each other as much now that I was often with Hunter and he often stayed at his boyfriend’s apartment. To a degree it was nice that when I did sleep in the apartment I had the place to myself, but at the same time I did start to miss him. Towards the end of the week with Ari having been out at Brian’s the whole time, I was definitely starting to feel lonely and we made plans to have a night just to ourselves that Friday. We opted to stay in, order bad Chinese food, and rent a bad movie.
Ari and I had been friends since the end of Freshman year when my straight roommate told me there was a cute gay guy in his philosophy class named Ari that he thought i’d like. One night when I was really drunk and he was really stoned, I decided to look him up on Facebook. Facebook was brand spanking new my Freshman year, and had very limited search functionality at the time and only allowed for a user’s to have a single profile photo. I looked up guys named Aria and filtered by those “interested in men”. I pulled up Ari’s profile, and asked my roommate if that was the guy from his class. My roommate said yes, and I decided to “poke” the guy. The next morning I had a message from Ari saying hello. Upon further follow up mentioning my roommate in his philosophy class, Ari informed me that he was not taking a philosophy class and that my roommate must have horrible gaydar. Accidental Facebook poke aside, we ended up running into each other a party a couple weeks later and have been great friends since.
It was great to just sit around in our underwear that night, drink beer and be merry like old times. He and Brian have been dating on and off since Freshman year and from the comments Ari was making it sounded like another “off” period was about to begin. We were in the midst of gossiping about things we saw on Facebook about what other GW gays had been up to that summer when my phone buzzed.
Want to go to Annapolis tomorrow?
“Hunter just texted me asking if I want to go to Annapolis tomorrow,” I said to Ari interrupting the movie.
“And?”
“He disappeared again all week this week.”
“Radio silence like he used to?”
“Yes.”
“Well, do you not want to go because of that?”
“Obviously I’d like to see him, but yes I’m a little annoyed.”
“Did you text or email him at all this week?”
“No.”
“And…?”
“Well it would be nice if I didn’t always have to initiate communication with him.”
“That’s not always true.”
“Ok, let me rephrase. It would be nice if I didn’t always have to initiate communication with him when the promise of sex isn’t involved. I honestly thought that perhaps we were beyond this. At times I really don’t understand him. When i’m with him he seems interested in more than just sex and then I leave and it’s like he completely disconnects unless he’s scheduling when I can be naked next,” I said my frustration become more apparent to me the more I spoke.
“He did tell you he does gets caught up in other things. Maybe you’re just overreacting.”
“But am I? When you started dating Brian, if he never proactively messaged you every so often just to say hi and see how you were, how would you have felt?”
“True, but are you guys really dating?” he responded and paused before continuing. “I don’t mean to sound like a dick here, but I feel like all of the conversations you two have had you’ve always talked as if this was just some steady booty call - what was the word you said to me…tryst? Have you ever thought that perhaps you see it as more than that now?”
“It’s been almost two months. At some point doesn’t it automatically become that? Do I really need to have a conversation about this? We see each other multiple times of week and it’s not always sex.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I completely agree. However, before getting too overheated and saying something you’re going to regret maybe expressing these feelings to him would be best.”
“But that would be the mature thing to do,” I said in mock exasperation. “Can I just get drunk instead and hope that all of my problems will fix themselves while i’m passed out?”
“You could always try to put some money under your pillow tonight and see if the Relationship Fairy is real, but I’m guessing you’re just going to wake up to a hangover wondering why there’s cash in your bed.”
What do you want to do in Annapolis? Sailing? I finally responded, deciding to take Ari’s advice.
I was thinking dinner. Pick you up around 4?
“He wants to go to dinner,” I said to Ari.
“That sounds romantic,” he responded to which I just gave him a blank stare, frustrated.
OK
Great! I’m getting together with my brother for lunch and will let you know if there is any change in timing.
I went to bed grumpier than I wanted to that night.
I awoke the next morning still grumpier than I wanted, but while on a jog through Rock Creek Park I thought through everything Ari had said and decided that I was probably overacting. I was starting to become very emotionally attached to Hunter, that was pretty obvious. With this in mind, I thought of two possible outcomes: end it or put the brakes on. Not sure I wanted to end it, I felt the later was likely the best way to move forward.
Hunter as usual was punctual and pulled up outside my apartment building at 4:02. He had a big smile on his face as I climbed into the car, and I couldn’t resist but to smile back. That smile. That’s where it all started. My mood immediately lightened.
The hour ride to Annapolis was filled with light banter, mostly of Hunter providing details on his trip to LA and the wedding. The bride was a close family friend, so his whole family was there which he said was great as it was the first time they’d all been together since his father’s funeral. Though it was a little bittersweet at times, overall he said the mood was cheerful.
Soon we pulled off the highway and followed the signs towards Annapolis, however as we were about to enter the downtown area, Hunter veered off and began drive through residential neighborhoods. Fifteen minutes later we were pulling into a large, parking lot with a view of the water in front of us.
“The sounds of the shells under the tires reminds me of home,” I said to Hunter with a smile.
“You know, you’re really silly about the things that remind you of home sometimes,” he responded with a laugh. That comment seemed to erase the enjoyment i’d been having for the past hour.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. Though silly, it’s cute the things that remind you of home. It’s always the little details,” he continued when he noticed that I was no longer smiling.
Soon we were pulling into a spot, and when the engine cut off I made to open the door and exit.
“Hey,” Hunter said with gentle eyes grabbing my knee gently before i’d fully moved to get out of the car. “I’m sorry, honestly. Is everything OK with you?”
Part of me wanted to bring up everything I’d said to Ari the night before, but I really didn’t want to get into it then. I’d told myself on my run that I was going to have an enjoyable night and not worry about my emotions and god damn, that’s what I was going to do!
“Yeah, of course. I shouldn’t hold it against you that you’re getting old and starting to forget the details of life,” I responded deciding to lighten the mood. Old man jokes never fail.
Hunter rolled his eyes and then gave me a big toothy grin. Mission accomplished.
As we walked through the parking lot closer to the restaurant I could see that it perched right on the water with a beautiful view of all the boats moored in the harbor. Hunter was definitely getting points for picturesque location. We made our way inside to the hostess and were informed that there was a thirty to forty minute wait for a table. Hunter put his name down and then lead me back outside.
“I see your restaurant connections don’t work outside of DC and the state of Virginia,” I stated deciding to make a dig at him again.
“First of all, it’s the Commonwealth of Virginia not the state, and second, no this was all part of the plan. Come,” he said leading me back to the car. He opened the trunk and then pulled out a small cooler. Inside was a six-pack of beer and red solo cups. I gave him a suspicious look not expecting this and wondering what he had in mind. He responded by wiggling his eyebrows with a silly grin and then poured two of the beers into cups. Closing the trunk, he then took my hand and lead me away from the restaurant over towards a dock that jutted out into the water.
“This was all part of the plan. They’re always slammed in the summer, especially on a Saturday night, and I wanted to be able to enjoy the view of the harbor.”
“But won’t we be doing that at the restaurant while we eat?”
“We could, but I wanted to get crabs and we’re going to be so focused on picking them apart that I don’t think you’ll fully appreciated it.”
“Crabs? Like with Old Bay and everything?” I asked excitedly.
“You got it!” he said wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked down onto the dock.
“You know I was just saying to Ari a week or so ago that we should find a place to do this. We both have never had the full crab experience since moving to DC.”
“You’re a crab virgin?”
“I am - both kinds.”
My later comment got a good chuckle out of Hunter as we made it to the end of the dock. He proceeded to sit, dangling his feet over the edge, and I joined him. The harbor lay in front of us and a view of the downtown area of Annapolis to our right with the rotunda of the Maryland State House visible beyond. As we sat Hunter moved his hand to my knee and began to run his finger up and down, gently playing with the hair on my leg. The view and the company were superb.
“This by itself was worth the drive,” I said to him after a minute.
“You like?” he said with a bashful smile.
“Very much.”
“Sometimes I don’t know if you’re going to stick you nose up at something,” he stated a minute later causing me to quickly look over at him, taken aback.
“What? When have I ever stuck my nose up something?” I asked a little defensively.
“You do make a fair amount of snide comments. I’m pretty sure a week or two ago you said that Martha’s Vineyard was - and I quote - the poor man’s Nantucket.”
“I hope you know that that’s just my humor. I rarely mean most of what I say. Have I not been a rather easy going sport so far?”
“Fair enough, but still, you can be hard to read sometimes.”
“Mr. Blume, were you nervous asking me to dinner here tonight?” I said with a laugh, my pent up emotions of annoyance of his aloofness being trumped by my realization that he was nervous about where to take me to dinner. It also registered that I was also laughing at something that just minutes earlier was annoyed that he was laughing at me for. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing.”
“It’s OK, but yes, maybe there was a part in the back of my mind that wondered what you’d think.”
“Well, you’ve hit it out of the park so far and we haven’t even gotten to the crabs yet. I think it’s cute that you were worried about the details,” I said and then leaned forward to gently kiss him on the lips. “However, you realize we are probably trespassing onto these people’s dock, right?” I said nodding my head to the house to the right of us.
“Oh it crossed my mind, but I don’t really care. Connections, remember,” he stated rousing a hearty laugh from me.
We sat at the end of the dock, just the two of us, enjoying our beers and the view. Forty minutes and two beers later, the buzzer the hostess had supplied us started to vibrate and light up. We made our way back to the restaurant, disposing of our cups in the garbage can outside, and were soon seated at a picnic table covered in brown paper with a Bud Light bucket filled with wooden mallets, crushers and knives. I was excited!
“We’ll start with a half dozen of the extra large, a side of hushpuppies, coleslaw and two beers,” Hunter said to the waitress.
“Actually, what’s that?” I said to the waitress pointing to a woman walking by with a decently large bucket that had a straw sticking out of it.
“That’s a Billy’s Booze Bucket.”
“Hold the beer, i’ll take one of those,” I said with a sparkle in my eye.
“Anything else? The waitress asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah, we’re going to need a bib for this one,” Hunter said point his thumb at me. “He’s a crab virgin.”
“If you have any exciting hats for sale we’ll take one of those too, I want to make it a whole look with the bib and the bucket.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” she said with another chuckle.
A couple minutes later she returned with Hunter’s beer, my booze bucket and bib, and just when I thought all was lost in terms of festive headgear, she reappeared with a red foam hat in the shape of a crab, complete with claws and “Billy’s Crab Shack” stenciled on it. The look on Hunter’s face was priceless: half motified, half hysterics. I on the other hand had the biggest smile of my life. I immediately put on my bib, donned the hat, and then took a big swig from my bucket.
“OK, this is officially the best night of my life.” I said to Hunter.
“I’ve created a monster.”
“The best part is that I’m not even drunk yet.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“Oh please, good things always happen to you when I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, but I have to get you home first.”
Soon the waitress again returned, this time she plopped down the crabs onto the paper in front of us, as well as the tray of hushpuppies and slaw. Hunter then proceeded to walk me step by step through the process of disassembling the crab and the technique to get the meat out of all the crevices. I’ve had lobster multiple times, but comparatively, that was a walk in the park. The claws were easy to get the meat out of, but the carapace was a different story. That took some work.
One bucket of booze and six crabs later and I was drunk and full.
“I don’t think i’ve ever worked so hard for a dinner,” I said wanting to lean back into the chair but almost falling over as I remembered we were sitting at a picnic table.
“You did good, litle man. I was a little worried watching you attempt that first crab, but you get the hang of it.
“Please Hunter, I think we both know that I’m a quick learner,” I said raising my eyebrows at him suggestively.
“Do you have room for dessert?” he said ignoring my innuendo.
“Maybe in a little bit, but I’m pretty full right now.”
“Perfect, I thought we could drive downtown and then get ice cream and walk around.”
“Yeah, that sounds good to me. I need something sweet after all that Old Bay. I think i’ve had my sodium intake for the year.”
“Yeah, it does get to become a lot after a while.”
“I can’t believe I ate six of those crabs.”
“I can’t believe you actually drank that whole bucket.”
“Hunter, I think we both know alcohol consumption is an area where I excel.”
“Fair point.”
After using the bathroom (me to pee out the bucket and Hunter to wash the remains of the Old Bay off his hands) we were soon back in the car. Hunter turned on the engine and then looked over at me with the biggest grin.
“I have to say, you look like the most adorable idiot with that hat still on,” he said and then leaned in and gave me a kiss.
“I’ve never taking it off. I’m going to sleep in it.”
Hunter rolled his eyes and then put the car in drive. It was a beautiful summer night, so we had the windows rolled down while we drove the 15 minutes into town. I took us a minute and a couple side streets to find parking, but soon we were down walking along the harbor, me sans hat to appease Hunter, ice cream cones in hand.
“Really? You went with boring cookie dough?”
“I would like to point you to the conversation we had about two hours ago in which I mentioned you sticking you nose up at things.”
“OK, fair point, Mr. Blume, but i’m not budging from this one, cookie dough is boring!”
Then as I went to take a lick of my cone, Hunter reached over and pushed it up against my face.
“If you like black raspberry so much, you can wear some of it,” he said with a smirk.
“Such a gentleman,” I said flatly.
“Here, here’s a napkin,” and as he handed it to me and leaned forward and licked the end of my nose. “Not bad,” he commented and then kissed me on the lips.
“You’re too kind,” I responded, this time with a smile.
We continued our flirty banter as we walked around the harbor, sitting to watch the sun finally set. On our walk we’d passed a bar on the water that had a live band playing and made our way back to head in, but as we were approaching I felt the effects of the booze bucket had started to wear off and I began to yawn. Looking at my watch I saw it was past 9:30. Hunter smiled at me.
“Do you want to go in and get a drink or just head home?”
“I’d be happy to… do either” I said, another yawn cutting me off.
“Maybe we should call it a night.”
“OK, that works for me.”
Hunter then took my hand and we walked back towards the car.
“Thank you for the loveliest of evenings,” I said to Hunter once we’d made it back in the car. “I will cherish this for a long time,” I said picking up my crab hat, but not putting it on.
“I’m glad. I aim to please.”
With that he started the car and we headed back to DC.
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