Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2017 00:58:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dsrtnights <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: You're on the List

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YOU'RE ON THE LIST

By MJ Mclean


I saw him through the restaurant window, perched on a stool at the bar,
sipping from a highball glass and scrolling through his phone. Hehad
loosened his tie and shucked his jacket. He wore tight dress pants that
seemed to trace every curve of his thighs and ass.

He put the glass down and ran his hand through his darkhair. He shifted on
the stool, exposing more of his crotch. I felt my cock stiras I stared at
the bulge. My breath quickened. My vision clouded, grew hazy.

Fuck it. I had fogged up the window in the chill night air.I almost reached
up to wipe it away, but Rafa looked up and spotted me. Hesmiled. My knees
wavered and more blood rushed to my cock.

I raised my hand awkwardly, then pointed toward their door,motioning like
an idiot. He laughed and nodded. I found the door, nodding atthe host and
jostling other patrons gathered by the bar.

"Scotty!" Rafa stood and wrapped his arms around me. As wehugged, another
patron bumped me, pushing me closer in. My crotch rubbedagainst Rafa's. I
tried to pull back, but couldn't help wondering if I'd feltsomething
similar in the momentary contact.

"Rafa, you made it," I said. "I mean, obviously you madeit." I tried not to
sound as frazzled as I felt. "I wish you'd let me pick youup at the
airport, buddy."

"Company sent me a car, dude," he said. "Nice one, too. Youguys must be
doing OK."

"I wouldn't be trying to get you here if we weren't.." Rafawas interviewing
for a job with my company, a good job, one I was pretty surehe'd get. I had
smoothed the way and talked him up with the bosses. "You'regonna knock this
one out of the park."

"I hope so, Scott. I really want this one. Danny too." Heabsently twisted
the ring on his left hand and I felt my cock deflate a little."We need a
new start." His smile faded a little.

Before I could ask more, the host waved menus and led us toa table. We
ordered drinks and tapas.

"So you start early tomorrow, right? What can I tell you?Have any questions
about the -- "

"Stop, stop, Scotty, you've told me more than I'll everremember. I read
your emails and studied the bios. Fuck, dude, the bios read likespy
dossiers. I feel like I know everything about the bosses except what
theylike in underwear."

"I can't tell you about Laura, but Ryan, the social mediaguy, sometimes
goes commando." I winked.

"Scott, how ... "

"Company has a gym, remember?"

His phone buzzed. He looked at the screen "Gotta get this,"he said. He
swiped the screen. "Rafael Ortiz." He listened. "Yes, Moira, I leftthat on
the H drive, it's all there. Moira just ... yes, that folder. Listen,
canthis wait? I'm at dinner with a friend." He listened again. "Fine, fine,
we'lltalk later." He ended the call.

He sipped his drink and picked up a bacon-wrapped date."Fuck, they're
morons sometime. I so need something new." He ate another dateand looked at
me. "So Scotty, anyone in your life now? Hot new boyfriend? Whowas that on
Facebook over and over, Miguel? Daniel?"

"Miguel," I said. "He's ... we're not together. Daniel wasbefore him. I'm
... I'm a free man right now."

I drained the gin and tonic and motioned for another. Itried to think of
another subject. Instead, I did what I always did with Rafaand poured out
my troubles, my bad luck with men. He listened patiently. Itried not to
seem too pathetic, laughing off each break-up, but I knew how itsounded.

His phone rang again. He glanced down and his facetightened. "Danny.. I
gotta take this."

He excused himself and walked to the back of the room, nearand old payphone
alcove.

Rafa and I had worked together at the same company sevenyears earlier, in
another city. I'd landed a job in a new city and Rafa landeda husband, an
artist named Danny, who had a thriving clientele in the old city.In recent
years, he'd begun to struggle and wanted to move as much as Rafa.

I tried not to think about Danny. I knew him, had met himand I hated
him. No, that's not quite true, I didn't hate him, I was insanely
jealous. He had Rafa. I had let him go, stupidly.

Rafa and I met at work and became fast friends. I developeda huge crush on
him and nearly took him to bed one night after a concert, untilhe admitted
he was living his a boyfriend. They were having a hard go of it andinstead
of getting naked with Rafa, I let him cry his eyes out.

After that, all I could do was lust after him. I couldn't bethe reason
behind their break-up. I wouldn't. More than once, Rafa hinted thathe was
open to an affair, but I would always send him back to his boyfriend.

They broke up finally and I comforted Rafa. He spent thenight in my bed
with me, clinging to me as he sobbed. We cuddled and I fought my
attraction. Just a few more days, I told myself that night. Just a few
moredays, I repeated the next day in the shower, jerking off to fantasies
of Rafayet again.

I watched Rafa walk across the room. His dark hair framedfine, angular
features, brown eyes, a hint of a late-day shadow that I knewprobably was
at least two days old. Underneath his suit, he was lean andmuscular, his
light brown skin smooth.

He saw me staring and smirked. "Scotty, you were checking meout, you perv."
He slid into the half-moon banquette and edged closer than hehad before. I
could feel his leg against mine. I gulped my drink and signaledfor another.

"Everything OK at home?"

He shifted in the seat and twisted his ring. "It's fine.Danny was just
checking in. He's so nervous about this interview. He's ... thingsaren't
going well for him there and he thinks this is the way out of his
troubles. I hope it is." He sighed.

"Same question," I said. "Everything OK at home?"

He looked at me. "We're fine. You know how it is, six years,we know how to
push each other's buttons. And not always in a good way." Hetried to smirk,
but couldn't pull it off. When the waiter brought my drink, heasked for a
refill. "He's excited about the move. He always liked you, youknow. Thinks
it'll be a hoot, us living in the same city."

He liked me? I thought. Really? Maybe because he won.

The food arrived and we ate, chatting about the old days. Ifelt the buzz
deepen as I drained another gin and tonic. Rafa fell silent. Hehad edged
closer again and I could feel the warmth from his leg and thighagainst
mine.

I looked at Rafa and before I could stop myself, I blurtedout: "Goddammit,
Rafa, why did I let you go?" I'd intended the question tosound like a joke,
but it came out desperate.

He looked surprised, but recovered quickly. "I don't know,Scotty, why did
you? You had a chance, you know. More than one."

"You know why," I said quietly. "Jake." I almost spat thename.

"We were half broken-up the whole time I knew you," he said..I could hear
an edge in his voice I hadn't wanted to bring out. "That firstnight, at the
concert. I'd have fucked you silly if you'd made your move then."

It was one of the first times we'd gone out on the town. Aconcert, in a
tiny club, tiny tables We were squished into a cramped space,hemmed in my
friends.

"You spent the whole night humping my leg," he said. "I wassure I was going
to get lucky."

My face reddened. "I did not hump your leg Rafa."

"Fine, maybe not humped. But you were right up against melike this -- " he
moved closer and rubbed his leg on mine -- "and you tried toplay
footsie. You were wearing those skater shoes and you took them off and
didthis." He slipped his own loafer off and ran his foot against my ankle."

I almost whimpered. Beneath the table, inside my suit, I wasgrowing
harder. Rafa had to know it.

"We were in the backseat of Mike's car, squished against thedoor," I
said. "I was going to make a move. I was so turned on and I wanted youand
then ... the phone rang."

"Jake," Rafa said. This time, he spit the name out. "Hewanted to know why I
was so late."

"Kind of a boner killer, Rafa," I said.

"I was pissed when you dropped me off that night," he said."Pissed at
Jake." He leaned closer and whispered. "I locked myself in thebathroom and
jerked off in the shower. Jake was asleep in the next room, theboring
little fuck. I shot so hard for you, Scotty."

I felt the heat envelop my body. "Fuck, I did, too, Rafa, and... and
... not just ... that night."

He looked at me. "A lot," I whispered. "God, so many times."I couldn't
believe I was confessing this. "I wanted to you, Rafa, but Icouldn't. And
then ... I got the job and I panicked and took it instead ofdealing with
... with us." My eyes started to fill with tears.

This time, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I knew myerection would
be obvious, but trying to cover it would make the situationworse, so I
moved quickly away. When I returned, the waiter had brought coffee.

I slide into the banquette and Rafa took my hand. "You OK,Scotty?" I
nodded. I looked at my watch.

"We should get you back to the hotel. Big day tomorrow." Ipaid the check on
a company card and tapped my phone for an Uber. We walkedoutside.

As we stood in the cold night, Rafa leaned into me. "We havea list you
know," he said. "And you're on it."

"What are you talking about?" I said.

"You know, a list of guys we can fuck in the right ...situation. Free
passes. You know." He nudged my hip with his.

"Usually, the lists are famous people. Movie stars. Not oldboyfr-- old
friends. The point of the list is you'll never get a chance to doit."

"Well, ours are different. We have mostly famous guys. I gota couple of
Chrises -- Chris Pine, Chris Hemsworth -- and that guy from Kingsman,Taron
whatsisname. Yum." He swatted my ass. "And you."

I looked at him and felt my cock grow again. "So you'resaying we could fuck
tonight and it'd be legal. Just like that. No rules oranything."

He looked around on the street and in the sky. "Well ... itwould kinda help
if there were a zombie attack or an asteroid headed this way..But ... well,
it's been a while ... "

He looked away. "A while? We never did anyth -- " I stopped."Fuck, sorry,
you mean with ... "

Our car pulled up. I made sure the driver had the hoteladdress. We slid
into the backseat. Rafa sat close and leaned on my shoulder,quiet.

It was like that night all those years ago. I knew I couldand I knew I
shouldn't. But the list.

"Is that list legit, Rafa? I mean, I'm on it?" I felt himnod. He took my
hand in his and moved it to his crotch. He was as hard as Iwas. "Rafa, you
guys are married. I can't -- "

"Scotty, you don't get second chances often. And I swear... "He pulled his
phone out and flicked through some notes. He showed me one. ThereI was,
with the Chrises and Taron. And I was on top.

"Wait, Channing Tatum, too?" I tried to act insulted. Hepulled the phone
back, then leaned over, about to brush his lips against mine.His phone
buzzed and he glanced at it. His face fell. He tapped it.

"Danny, what is it?" He listened. "It's fine, I can coverthat. I'll log on
when I get to the hotel. They won't shut off your phone, Ipromise."

They talked. I sighed. Boner killer.

The car stopped in front of Rafa's hotel. Rafa looked at me,crestfallen. He
leaned over and kissed me lightly.

"Good luck tomorrow, Rafa. I know you'll do well."

His eyes welled with tears and he climbed out of the car andhurried into
the hotel.

At home, I showered and climbed into bed, frustrated by theevening,
reliving not just this night, but four years' worth of days and nightsfrom
another lifetime ago. I kept seeing Rafa, kept remembering nights when
wecould have ... when I should have.

I stroked my cock thinking of him, of his smooth skin andkissable lips and
sweet round ass. I got hard in a hurry and reached for alittle lube,
intending to make this one a good one. As I did, my phone buzzed.

Shit, not again. No, not this time. Except I could see fromthe screen from
the bed. It was Rafa. I swiped it.

"Are you naked?" he asked, his voice husky. "Because I am. Iknow what
you're doing, Scotty. I wanna hear you do it."

I didn't know what to say. "C'mon, Scotty, do it for me. Iwant to hear what
you used to do after you'd go home at nights." He moanedsoftly and I could
hear bedcovers moving.

"God, Rafa, I'm so hard here," I said in a whisper. "Are yousure this -- "

"Shhhh, Scotty, don't say anything. Just ... just do it forme."

I switched the phone to speaker and set it beside me. I puta little lube on
my cock and started to stroke it. I described what I was doingand I heard
Rafa moan again. I tried not to think what this meant. Think of thelist, I
told myself. The fucking list. I chuckled. The fucking fucking list.

"What's funny? C'mon, Scotty, this is supposed to be hot."

"Oh, it's hot, Rafa, knowing you're naked, knowing you'renaked and hard and
... " I tugged on my balls with one hand, then let my fingersdrift back
toward my ass. I told Rafa what I was doing. He grunted.

"I'm running my hands across my chest, twisting a nipple ... "he panted a
little as he talked. "Mmmm, wishing your tongue was there.... yourmouth on
my nipple ... on my lips ... on my ... wishing you were here now, Scotty
..."

I stroked and felt the precum start to leak from my cock. Iscooped some on
a finger and sucked the finger. I told Rafa what I did. I couldhear the
sheets rustle. I stroked my cock and bucked on the bed as I rubbed myass.

"C'mon, Scotty, I wanna hear you come for me, baby, please."He
whispered. "Please."

My hand moved faster and finally I felt my balls tighten andmy cock
stiffen.. I cried out as I began to shoot, cum spurting onto my chestand
stomach. I moaned and allowed the orgasm to subside. I lay on the
bed,spent.

"Thank you, Scotty. Now go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."The call
ended. I hadn't heard Rafa come. I didn't know if he had. I imaginedhis own
orgasm, but in silence. I cleaned up and crawled into bed. As I driftedoff,
I wondered if Rafa would ever land a Chris.

X X X

TWO MONTHS LATER

Rafa and Danny found an apartment about a mile from mine.Rafa settled into
the new job like it was made for him. Danny found anopportunity with
another artist and decided to try some commercial work. Hefound he liked
it. They both seemed happy when we would meet for drinks ortapas.

And I found I liked Danny. He was cute, if you liked guyswho looked a
little more like Channing Tatum than Rafa would admit. In tightjeans, he
was even kind of hot. And Rafa was right. He seemed to like me. If hehad
any hint of what Rafa and I did that night on the phone or how I felt
abouthim all those years past, he never let on.

I tried not to think about that night. I hooked up with aguy here and
there, but it was just sex and usually not great sex. I wasn'treally
lonely. I had friends at work and Rafa and I would stop for drinks oneor
two nights a week after work, but it always felt awkward.

Finally, they invited me to dinner, said they wanted to showoff their
apartment and thank me properly for helping them make the big move.

I arrived at the apartment with a bottle of good wine. Rafaanswered,
dressed in a burgundy cashmeresweater and soft gray jeans. He hugged me,
kissed me on the lips. He took thewine.

Danny was putting something in the oven. As he leaned over,I noticed how
his snug black slacks clung to his ass. I must have been staring.Rafa
nudged me.

"He wears those well, doesn't he, Scotty," he whispered andpatted my
ass. My face reddened as Danny turned, smiling. He wore a silk
v-neckcrew. I noticed both were barefoot.

"Welcome to our humble home, Scott," Danny said. He huggedme and brushed
his lips on mine. I tried not to notice the swelling in hiscrotch.

Rafa poured wine in three glasses and we moved to the livingroom. A
circular sectional dominated the center of the room, black,
leathery.Pillows were tossed haphazardly. Rafa directed me to a spot in the
center, thenhe settled on to one side of me and Danny to the other.

We toasted with the wine and made small talk for a fewminutes. I couldn't
help notice both Rafa and Danny were sliding closer to me,almost
imperceptibly at first, but impossible to ignore when they each put anarm
across the back of the sofa behind my head.

They linked fingers for a moment, then Rafa let his handmove toward me. He
played with my hair a little and let a finger dance acrossmy neck.

I shifted nervously, sure I was imagining it. Danny put ahand on my
shoulder and moved a little closer still.

"We're so grateful you helped us, you know, Scotty," hesaid, running his
hand along my shoulder and down my arm. "It's meant to muchto ... " he
reached around me to take Rafa's other hand. "... both of us."

Rafa ran his hand down my neck and let it slide beneath mysweater, until
his hand was on the bare skin of my shoulder. "We felt we shouldreally
... thank you." He took his other hand from Danny and began to caress
mychest, finding a nipple beneath my sweater. He tweaked it. I jumped a
little.

"Um, guys ... what's ... what's happening?" My voice was
raspy,nervous. "This is ... I mean, I'm ... "

"Enjoying it?" Danny said. He ran hand across my crotch,where my cock had
begun to harden. "I'd say you are." He squeezed and my cockresponded.

Rafa leaned over and pulled Danny close. They kissed eachother, then both
moved toward me. I felt their lips meet mine, then each othersagain. I felt
their tongues dart out to meet each other, then brush across mylips. Rafa
pushed his tongue between my lips and Danny did the same.

I moaned. "There it is," Rafa said. "I told you he moans."

My eyes widened. "It's OK," Rafa said. "I told him about our... little
call."

"Yeah," Danny said, his tongue tracing a path to my ear. "Hetold me all
about the call. We had a ... a nice time afterward, reliving thedetails."
He squeezed my cock.

"Remember, you're on my list," Rafa said. He pushed a handdown my sweater
and began to twist a nipple. I moaned. "I loved that moan somuch," he said.

"The list," I repeated.

"You doubted him?" Danny said. "Oh, it's real." The two ofthem took the
bottom of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Danny attackedone nipple,
Rafa the other.

I threw my head back and felt their mouths suck and tug onmy nipples. I put
a hand on each of their heads and ran my fingers throughtheir hair. I
kicked off my shoes and used my feet to peel off my socks.

Rafa eased up and pulled his own sweater off, exposing hissmooth, taut
chest. Danny pulled his tee over his head. He was as smooth as meand
Rafa. I reached up and rubbed their naked chests and pulled them both
backfor more kisses.

We made out, our tongues in and out of each other's mouths,lips merging in
the heat. They both sat up and reached for my belt. Theyunbuckled it and
undid my jeans, pulling them off. I sat sprawled on the couchin black
briefs, my cock straining against the material.

Rafa reached down and began to squeeze the bulge, pulling myhand up to
his. He was clearly as hard as I was. I struggled with his pants,lowering
the zipper. Danny was waiting and pulled them off, leaving Rafa intight
blue briefs.

I pulled him toward me and he could see what I wanted. Hestraddled me, legs
spread as he slid his crotch toward mine. He thrust into me,our sheathed
cocks throbbing. He kissed me, deeply.

Danny undid his own belt and let his slacks fall to thefloor. He wasn't
wearing underwear.

"Goddamn, dude, commando, huh?" I almost whispered as I tookin his cock. He
was uncut and he was most of the way hard. His hair was trimmedclose and
the effect was hot. He stroked his cock and it lengthened. Rafalooked up at
Danny.

"Nice, huh, Scotty?"

I could only grunt. Rafa pulled off his briefs and I was somesmerized by
Danny's cock, I almost missed the big reveal. Rafa was uncut. Hisbush was a
little longer than Danny's, but still trimmed into a nice shape thatframed
Rafa's beautiful cock. He was at full mast, I think, but I wasn't
thinkingabout that as I pulled him toward me. Rafa rose up onto his knees
and I sliddown until I could ease his cock toward my mouth..

I began to lick Rafa's cock and I heard Danny gruntapprovingly, stroking
his own. I let Rafa's cock slide on to my tongue andwrapped my lips around
the top. I used my tongue to push beneath his skin. Rafamoaned this time. I
played with his balls as I slowly took his length into mymouth.

I sucked and licked and squeezed Rafa's ass as I pulled himinto
me. Suddenly, I felt something wet and hard on my neck. I snuck a
look.Danny had walked around the sectional and was behind me, rubbing his
cock on myneck.

As I sucked on Rafa's cock, Rafa leaned forward and began tolick Danny's. I
felt my cock throb as I sucked Rafa and he worked on Danny.. Iused one
finger to rub the sensitive area behind Rafa's cock and I heard himgrunt.

I felt Danny move again. Rafa pulled himself up to his feet,still
straddling me on the leather couch. He turned around and lowered his assto
my face. I growled and reached for him, pulling his cheeks apart as I
beganto lick his hole.

I felt hot breath on my cock and could see Danny on hisknees, easing
himself onto my length. I pushed my tongue into Rafa's hole andsucked. With
one hand, I reached around and began to stroke his cock. Dannytook my cock
down his throat and used his tongue in ways that made me shiver.

My cock throbbed and I made a noise to get Danny to stop. Iwasn't ready to
come yet. Danny understood. He stood, his hard cock bobbing ashe found a
basket on the floor. He reached in and came back with a condom andlube. He
knelt again and opened a wrapper. He unrolled a condom onto my cock.

I looked at him. This was getting intimate. I raised myeyebrows, as if to
say, Are you sure? He nodded. Rafa climbed off the couch andcrawled into
the wider section at the end. He got up on all fours and wiggledhis ass at
me.

I squirted lube on my cock, then on a finger and worked itinto Rafa's ass,
already loosened after my mouth work. He moaned for me and Iput my sheathed
cock against his ass and eased it in, slowly. Behind me, Iheard Danny
grunt.

As my cock slipped into Rafa's ass, I felt Danny move closerfrom behind. He
began to play with my asshole. His finger was slick with lubeand he played
with my hole until I relaxed and let the finger in.

I was all the way in Rafa and I began to thrust, looking fora slow
rhythm. I held onto his hips and began to fuck, pulling my cock almostout,
then pushing it in, hearing the skin slap at contact.

Behind me, Danny had his finger in me and was teasing myprostate. I
concentrated on my rhythm, but it wasn't easy. Danny added a secondfinger
and I felt a slight sting, then relaxed as he worked my hole.

"C'mon, a little faster, Scotty, a little harder," Rafasaid. I complied and
he rewarded me with a moan. I heard Danny stir behind meand then felt
something big and hard and slick against my ass. Danny hadrubbered up and
was about to slide into me.

I braced myself. I hadn't been fucked in a while. I pausedin my thrusts and
felt Danny push past the hole. I winced and cried out alittle. He paused
and let me relax, then pushed his cock farther into me.Finally, I felt it
slide the rest of the way.

We tried to find the right rhythm, so I could fuck Rafa asDanny fucked me,
but it didn't matter for long. As I felt Danny's cock rub myprostate and
heard Rafa cry my name out, I lost my control.

With my own cry, I began to shoot. I was allthe way in Rafa's ass and I
clenched against Danny's cock as I shot. Rafa camesecond later.. He wasn't
touching his cock. He just began to come, the stickyropes spurting onto the
leather sectional.

Danny thrust a few more times, then erupted himself. I felthis cock throb
within me as he filled the condom.

We tried to untangle ourselves, but it wasn't easy. We weresweaty and Rafa
had come on his legs and hands where he'd caught his balance.

Danny pulled a towel from the basket and wiped Rafa off. Wecollapsed onto
the floor. Rafa wrapped himself around me on one side and Dannytook us both
in his arms.

We had to shower individually. The apartment was nice, butnot that
nice. Danny poured more wine and checked on dinner.

"Good rule," he said as he pulled plates from the cupboard."Fuck first, eat
after."

I was on a stool near the counter and Rafa was draped aroundme, kissing me
occasionally. Danny didn't seem to mind. He stole a kiss fromboth of us as
he walked around to the table.

"So this list you guys have," I began. "Is this how you'llhandle everyone
both lists? The Chrises? Taron whatsisname? Whoever's onDanny's list?"

Rafa laughed. "You're the first. If we get a Chris, you'reinvited to the
party for sure."

Danny walked up to us. He kissed Rafa and then me, suckingon my lips a
little.

"Besides," he said. "We've checked off the regular guy spoton both our
lists. We're probably good to go."

"Both your lists?" I said. "Um, I mean, who... "

"You," Rafa said. "It's you."

I looked at Danny.

"Yep," he said. "You were on my list too."