EasyRory
JUB Addict
I decided to move back to the Bay Area after overdosing on commuting in LA. As a Cal grad, moving to East Bay was like going back to my second home. A CompSci degree is pretty portable so finding work wasn't too hard; it also helped that I wasn't too fussy about what or where. My new home was a programming outfit with a few retail products and a lot of contract jobs. Work was in Alameda so it made sense to live there, too. Basically, the place was a less-wacky version of Berkeley with some middle class pretensions at least as far as cleanliness went.
The apartment building was built surrounding a pool, with open hallways. It tried for a Hawaiian flavor with dark weathered wood and a few palm trees for looks and eucalyptus for shade. I soon had a nodding acquaintance with my neighbors. One couple were intriguing; they seemed very different in just about every way. Mid-afternoon on Wednesday I got a few hours comp time for working late the night before and was out at the pool lying on a chaise when the smaller member of the couple said, “Hi, I'm Steve. Esteban, actually; but call me Steve. You're new to the Tiki.”
“I'm Rory. I live across from you. Got here two weeks ago.” I pointed to my apartment door.
“The sun's almost gone. You want a drink?” Steve was fairly obviously gay and I decided to see where things would go.
I followed him to his apartment. First I watched his ass move as he walked around the pool and then I watched as he mixed martinis, the classic kind with gin and a couple of olives. So far, so good; I liked guys' asses and martinis. “My favorite drink,” Steve said. “Crazy for an Hispanic, huh? My father says he picked juniper berries when he was a kid in Spain. So of course my roommate, Devon, likes mojitos and won't tough a martini.” He pronounced it de-VON. “Cheers,” he toasted and we sipped.
“This is a great drink. Just the way I like it.” He used Hendrick's gin; I was impressed.
“It's the olives. They're fresh, from the street market at Webster and Central last week. And I had to make two trips to get them.”
“Two? How's that?” I took another sip.
“That takes a little explaining. You figured out that I'm gay?” Steve tilted his head and batted his eyes to make it plain in case I hadn't noticed.
“Er … yes.”
“Well, it was a nice day and the sky cleared early, so I walked. Coming back I decided to walk along the beach. Up near Crab Cove there are some small dunes and tall sea grass.”
“I know. The bayshore is beautiful here.”
“Well, I was passing there and noticed a man standing almost out of sight, hidden by the dunes and grass. He stared right at me and I thought he pulled his cock out, but I couldn't tell for sure.”
“Uh-oh.” I commented.
“It gets more complicated. Devon and I have different sexual tastes. I love getting banged; no preliminaries, just fuck me. You know? But Devon is a romantic. Lots of kissing, cuddling, candles, and stuff. He can to put you to sleep before he gets hard. So last night I was telling Devon about this walk on the beach. And at the point where you said uh-oh Devon started to look pissed. He's a little jealous.“
“Double-uh-oh.” I held my glass up as Steve refilled it. Hendrick's is high proof gin and I was starting to feel a little buzzed.
“So I continued telling the story to Devon. I walked closer to the dunes and the guy continued staring at me but made no other move. I glanced away and then back to him. He had his cock out, but quickly put it back in his shorts. Devon said, 'So you walked away right?' And I said, umm, not exactly. I slowed down and walked closer. The guy, still staring at me, pulled his shorts up so his cock was hanging out the bottom and then he lowered them again. Devon said, 'Old guys are always doing that. Trying to lure you into something.' I said he wasn't that old, maybe thirty or thirty-five and he looked pretty good. Devon muttered 'Shit.' And I said I walked right into the dune with him. He said he had been swimming and was just changing his clothes. And with that he pulled his shorts completely off, standing almost naked with just a t-shirt on. I took a good look and he was hot, with a semi-hard dick bobbing in front of him. I told Devon I decided to get out of there but really couldn't after the guy got into my pants.”
Steve smiled and shifted in his chair. It looked like he was getting aroused by his own story.
"Devon shouted, 'Got into your pants??? How the fuck did he do that?” And I explained that he said I should look at the windsurfer who looked naked. I said where and he stood next to me and held my arm out pointing it at one of the surfers. While I looked down my arm, his one hand firmly grabbed my cock and his other slipped into the back of my shorts. I felt his hand squeezing my ass and then his finger probed for my asshole. He found it and slipped in.”
After another dramatic pause and adjustment of his shorts, Steve continued, “Then Devon yelled 'Slipped in? How does somebody just slip in with no lube?' I explained that I was feeling a little horny and decided to lube up my ass before I went out because it feels sexy walking that way. So with the guy's finger up my ass and his other hand grabbing my balls I couldn't just walk away. And the guy was totally hard by then and humping against my leg.”
At this point I was getting aroused and Steve watched me as I tried to slide my cock into a less painful position.
“So the guy, finding me already lubed up, pulled my shorts down and moved behind me. He bend me forward and I could feel his cock searching for my hole. 'He found it,' I told Devon. And Devon screamed, 'You fucking slut! I'll show you a fuck!' He ripped my boxers off, bent me over the arm of the chair, and jammed his cock completely in. He pumped like crazy and I loved it. Just like this.”
Steve dropped his shorts and bent over the chair. I yanked mine down and moved in behind him. I pushed up against his asshole and teased him, sticking just the head in. “Is that all you got?” he demanded. And I fucked him hard. “Ooow, you're bigger than you look. Do it!”
It was over fast for me and then I jacked Steve to his climax. Steve got up and said, “Good timing. I have to go to work now.”
“Wait. What about Devon? Is he pissed off?”
“Hell, no. I told him it was just a story to get him worked up. 'Like your story about that pizza delivery boy?' he asked me. And I said, 'Just a story. Like the little pizza boy story.' Of course then I had to kiss him for a half hour, but it was a good fuck. So were you. So was the guy on the beach. When he fucked me I dropped the fucking olives and had to go back for more.”
“Amazing,” I commented, pulling my shorts up.
“And let me tell you,” Steve said, “That pizza boy was fantastic.”
The apartment building was built surrounding a pool, with open hallways. It tried for a Hawaiian flavor with dark weathered wood and a few palm trees for looks and eucalyptus for shade. I soon had a nodding acquaintance with my neighbors. One couple were intriguing; they seemed very different in just about every way. Mid-afternoon on Wednesday I got a few hours comp time for working late the night before and was out at the pool lying on a chaise when the smaller member of the couple said, “Hi, I'm Steve. Esteban, actually; but call me Steve. You're new to the Tiki.”
“I'm Rory. I live across from you. Got here two weeks ago.” I pointed to my apartment door.
“The sun's almost gone. You want a drink?” Steve was fairly obviously gay and I decided to see where things would go.
I followed him to his apartment. First I watched his ass move as he walked around the pool and then I watched as he mixed martinis, the classic kind with gin and a couple of olives. So far, so good; I liked guys' asses and martinis. “My favorite drink,” Steve said. “Crazy for an Hispanic, huh? My father says he picked juniper berries when he was a kid in Spain. So of course my roommate, Devon, likes mojitos and won't tough a martini.” He pronounced it de-VON. “Cheers,” he toasted and we sipped.
“This is a great drink. Just the way I like it.” He used Hendrick's gin; I was impressed.
“It's the olives. They're fresh, from the street market at Webster and Central last week. And I had to make two trips to get them.”
“Two? How's that?” I took another sip.
“That takes a little explaining. You figured out that I'm gay?” Steve tilted his head and batted his eyes to make it plain in case I hadn't noticed.
“Er … yes.”
“Well, it was a nice day and the sky cleared early, so I walked. Coming back I decided to walk along the beach. Up near Crab Cove there are some small dunes and tall sea grass.”
“I know. The bayshore is beautiful here.”
“Well, I was passing there and noticed a man standing almost out of sight, hidden by the dunes and grass. He stared right at me and I thought he pulled his cock out, but I couldn't tell for sure.”
“Uh-oh.” I commented.
“It gets more complicated. Devon and I have different sexual tastes. I love getting banged; no preliminaries, just fuck me. You know? But Devon is a romantic. Lots of kissing, cuddling, candles, and stuff. He can to put you to sleep before he gets hard. So last night I was telling Devon about this walk on the beach. And at the point where you said uh-oh Devon started to look pissed. He's a little jealous.“
“Double-uh-oh.” I held my glass up as Steve refilled it. Hendrick's is high proof gin and I was starting to feel a little buzzed.
“So I continued telling the story to Devon. I walked closer to the dunes and the guy continued staring at me but made no other move. I glanced away and then back to him. He had his cock out, but quickly put it back in his shorts. Devon said, 'So you walked away right?' And I said, umm, not exactly. I slowed down and walked closer. The guy, still staring at me, pulled his shorts up so his cock was hanging out the bottom and then he lowered them again. Devon said, 'Old guys are always doing that. Trying to lure you into something.' I said he wasn't that old, maybe thirty or thirty-five and he looked pretty good. Devon muttered 'Shit.' And I said I walked right into the dune with him. He said he had been swimming and was just changing his clothes. And with that he pulled his shorts completely off, standing almost naked with just a t-shirt on. I took a good look and he was hot, with a semi-hard dick bobbing in front of him. I told Devon I decided to get out of there but really couldn't after the guy got into my pants.”
Steve smiled and shifted in his chair. It looked like he was getting aroused by his own story.
"Devon shouted, 'Got into your pants??? How the fuck did he do that?” And I explained that he said I should look at the windsurfer who looked naked. I said where and he stood next to me and held my arm out pointing it at one of the surfers. While I looked down my arm, his one hand firmly grabbed my cock and his other slipped into the back of my shorts. I felt his hand squeezing my ass and then his finger probed for my asshole. He found it and slipped in.”
After another dramatic pause and adjustment of his shorts, Steve continued, “Then Devon yelled 'Slipped in? How does somebody just slip in with no lube?' I explained that I was feeling a little horny and decided to lube up my ass before I went out because it feels sexy walking that way. So with the guy's finger up my ass and his other hand grabbing my balls I couldn't just walk away. And the guy was totally hard by then and humping against my leg.”
At this point I was getting aroused and Steve watched me as I tried to slide my cock into a less painful position.
“So the guy, finding me already lubed up, pulled my shorts down and moved behind me. He bend me forward and I could feel his cock searching for my hole. 'He found it,' I told Devon. And Devon screamed, 'You fucking slut! I'll show you a fuck!' He ripped my boxers off, bent me over the arm of the chair, and jammed his cock completely in. He pumped like crazy and I loved it. Just like this.”
Steve dropped his shorts and bent over the chair. I yanked mine down and moved in behind him. I pushed up against his asshole and teased him, sticking just the head in. “Is that all you got?” he demanded. And I fucked him hard. “Ooow, you're bigger than you look. Do it!”
It was over fast for me and then I jacked Steve to his climax. Steve got up and said, “Good timing. I have to go to work now.”
“Wait. What about Devon? Is he pissed off?”
“Hell, no. I told him it was just a story to get him worked up. 'Like your story about that pizza delivery boy?' he asked me. And I said, 'Just a story. Like the little pizza boy story.' Of course then I had to kiss him for a half hour, but it was a good fuck. So were you. So was the guy on the beach. When he fucked me I dropped the fucking olives and had to go back for more.”
“Amazing,” I commented, pulling my shorts up.
“And let me tell you,” Steve said, “That pizza boy was fantastic.”
