This story involves sex between guys. If you shouldn't be reading stuff like that, move on. In this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, anybody who doesn't practice safe sex is a menace to himself and society. Don't be a menace. It's okay to print this story out or save it to a disc, but don't transfer it to another website or archive without my permission.
I supplied two ways Mike's story might have ended. Some of you liked one, some the other, some neither one. After thinking it over, I've decided readers of part 1 might like to know what really happened, so here we go with part 2.
Thanks to TW for doing the beta reading here, and thanks to JN for a helpful suggestion. --Max
GP = Gage Patrick MC = Mike Cronin
I must be part reptile. I never get enough heat. Perhaps that's why I was taking some time away from the business back in Akron to come to Key West. Alone. My friend and business partner, Brent (the Cross in Patrick and Cross, Inc.), had told me that, since things were usually slow in August, he was sure he could manage for a week or so if I wanted to get away. He couldn't understand why anyone in his right mind would go to Florida in late summer, but he told me to go on. And I did. I love heat. I love the sun. And, of course, I love men. Brent, with his wife and two kids, knows all about me. So does Bev, his wife. They don't care. They treat me as if I were one of the family. Brent and I had a small private brokerage firm. Both of us were 35. We'd started our business when we graduated from OSU and were doing well. Our office was in Fairlawn, an Akron suburb.
So, that's why I found myself in the middle of a week's stint in Key West. I'd been staying at one of the great guest houses that cater to gay guys. I'd done all the usual things. I'd even hooked up for a couple of days with a hot forty-something from Boston College who shared my love of the sun and of heat. We'd created some heat of our own, for sure. But Mallory (that was his name) had gone back to Boston, and I still had a few days left to soak up heat and enjoy the eye candy always so prevalent in Key West.
One morning I was jogging along the beach on the southern tip of the island. Key West is a Mecca for runaway kids. They come down and live rough, in the open. Many of them resort eventually to selling their bodies to get money for food. But at least they aren't going to freeze their asses off in Key West, even in the winter.
As I said, I was jogging along the beach that morning, and I saw this kid who took my eye. He had on those long "shorts" the kids are wearing these days. Some of the guys tried to catch my eye, wanting the inevitable. This kid, though, was just looking vacant, lost, staring at the Gulf, sitting with his knees clutched against his chest. Beside him was a duffel that didn't seem to have much in it. I couldn't tell how tall he was, but perhaps about six feet. He had black, curly hair, and it looked as if he hadn't had a haircut in a while. He appeared to be about 22, though I was to find out later he was only 19. He hadn't shaved for days, so he had lots of black stubble. His green eyes were looking out at the water, but who knows what they were seeing?
He had a beautiful body. Killer tan. Long legs. Swimmer's build, but a little gaunt, as if he hadn't been eating well lately. Classic case of a runaway. Or a very young derelict.
I'm sure he didn't see me as I jogged past him that first morning. Several other young guys I passed looked me in the eye and grabbed their crotches or licked their lips or did something to suggest that they were available, but not this kid. As I said, I'm not sure he even saw me.
I thought about him all day, wondering what he was doing there, wondering what his story was. And, I admit, wondering what he'd be like in bed. I was surprised to find that I couldn't get him out of my mind. His haunted face haunted me. The beach was littered with sad cases, but this kid grabbed my imagination. I wanted to know his story. I also wanted to strip him out of those baggy shorts and fuck the daylights out of him.
But, I thought to myself, he'd find a john and get at least a decent breakfast, and he wasn't really my problem.
The next morning, though, I was watching for him as I ran along the beach. And there he was, in the same place, apart, not near anyone else. He was wearing the same shorts. They and his hair were wet, as if he'd bathed himself in the Gulf. The hair was matted and tangled, so he apparently didn't have a comb, or at least he hadn't used one. I hadn't been able to see his chest the previous day because he was hugging his knees against it. This time, however, I could see that he had nice pecs, and there was a gold ring in each nipple
Unlike yesterday, he was watching me. As I got closer, he looked me straight in the eye. He didn't make any overt moves, he just looked at me. If he had been brazen, I'd have run on past. But there was this whipped-puppy look about him that got to me somehow. As I jogged past, I nodded to him and said, "How ya doin'." He nodded and said, "Sir."
I kept going, but not for long. "Sir?" Did that mean what I thought it might? Had the kid been somebody's sub and was now cut loose?
Now I need to say that I've never been involved in anything kinky. I've had a couple of lovers, but we parted by mutual agreement in each case. I've read a lot of the authoritarian stuff on the web, but I've never had any experience with that kind of thing.
I stopped jogging and turned around. He was still looking at me, but when he saw me turn, he quickly looked back out at the Gulf.
I walked back to where he was sitting. "Hey!"
"Good morning, sir."
"Mind if I sat down?"
"If you want to, sir."
I stuck out my hand. "I'm Gage."
He hesitated for a minute, as if afraid to take it. "I'm Mike, sir."
At that point, my mind went blank. I had no idea what to say to him next.
"Glad to meet you, Mike."
Well, that was a start. But what did I say to this kid? The fact that he kept calling me `sir' seemed to confirm my suspicions.
"Mike, would I be wrong if I thought you were hungry?"
He looked at me as if what I said surprised him. "No, sir."
I nodded my head toward his duffel. "Got a tee in there and something for your feet?"
"In that case, how about a trip to Mickey D's?"
"I don't have any money, sir."
"No problem. I have some."
"I'd do whatever you wanted, sir. It's been a couple of days."
"Well, Mike, we can't have that. Grab your duffel and come on."
He jumped to his feet and then swayed a moment. I put out a hand to steady him. "Whoa, Mike, you really need to get some food in you, don't you?"
He smiled at me for the first time, and I went weak in the knees. He was so beautiful!
"Sorry, sir. I guess I do."
"Well, then, come on." At that point, I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I needed to get this kid some breakfast.
As it turned out, we went to an IHOP, where he filled up on oj, waffles, sausage, and coffee. He packed it away as if it had, as he said, been a long time.
When we were finished, his color was better and his eyes didn't look so dead. In fact, when he looked at me, there was look of such gratitude on his face that I got instantly hard.
"Thanks, sir. I didn't know what I was going to do. My luck seems to have run out, for sure. Now, is there some place we can go so I can thank you for the breakfast?"
I hadn't really thought what would happen beyond getting some food into Mike. Now, here he was, offering himself to me. God knows he was good to look at, but I had scruples about using him as he seemed to expect to be used.
Gage told me later he'd seen me on the beach the morning before he bought me breakfast, but I honestly don't remember. By that time, I was more or less zoned out. Not on drugs or anything. I had just gotten to the end of my rope. I couldn't believe I had sunk so low.
I left home because I couldn't face my father, knowing that I had sucked him off in front of a room full of witnesses and that I had been the cause of Mom's leaving him. He quit his job over what happened and was going to leave town. I think Jason was planning to leave town, too. He wanted to get as far from Fort Wayne as he could. I assumed that was away from me and all those terrible memories of what Seth did to us and made us do to each other.
When I started out, I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do. I just threw my bag in the car and headed south. I'd heard about Key West being a place where there were lots of gays, and I thought maybe I'd go check it out.
What I didn't know was how expensive it is. I was soon running low on money. Eventually I sold the car, and then I wound up living on the beach. It wasn't hard to find guys who wanted a blow job or who liked my ass, so I was able to pick up enough money to get a meal once in a while. But I began to look scruffier and scruffier. I had no place to shave. I needed a haircut. And the only baths I got were from swimming in the ocean. I couldn't sleep very soundly because I had to keep an ear open for the cops who'd come along the beach at night once in a while and roust everyone out who was sleeping there. So when Gage found me, I was pretty fucked up, and I must have looked like shit.
I'd sucked a lot of dicks, and let me tell you, most of them weren't as nice as Jason's or Seth's. And some of the guys who paid for my ass made Seth look like a nice guy. That morning when Gage introduced himself to me and bought me breakfast, I had gotten to the point where I was thinking about killing myself. I just didn't know how to do it. I didn't have access to any drugs, didn't have a knife or a gun. I'd have had to jump in front of a car or something, I guess, and I wasn't sure I had the guts to do that. I had even thought of just swimming out into the Gulf until I became exhausted and sank.
I was sitting there wondering about Jason and what he was doing. I hoped his life was better than mine was. I hoped he was happy. I wondered if he missed me. I wondered if anybody ever thought of me. I know that sounds pretty pathetic, but I'm just telling you what I was feeling that morning when Gage showed up.
I suppose I had better tell you what he looked like. He was about my height, say six feet even, but he was bigger in the chest and shoulders than I am. He was a blond bear. He had longish, wavy hair in what was obviously an expensive cut. There was lots of golden hair on his chest. He had a nice happy trail, and the hair on his arms and legs was bleached even lighter by the sun so that it looked pale yellow. I discovered later that he had brown eyes. When I looked into his face that first time, I saw something in those eyes. Something. What? Concern? Like he was worried about me. Yeah, that was it. He seemed to care about me. It had been a long time since anybody had done that. Not since I was with Jason.
After I fed him breakfast, Mike asked if there was someplace we could go so he could "thank me." I knew what he meant.
"Sure, Mike, we could go back to my room. It's a couple of blocks off Duval Street. My car is there, so we'll have to walk."
"No problem, sir. I'm ready for anything now that I've had a good breakfast."
I wondered about insisting that he call me Gage. The `sir' thing bothered me. As we walked, I tried to draw him out a little about himself, but he seemed reluctant to tell me anything except that he had come to Key West from Indiana some weeks ago. I decided not to press, figuring he must have some painful memories he didn't want to revisit.
When we got back to my room, I closed the door and then, embarrassed, stood looking at Mike.
"Do you want me to strip, sir?"
"Yes, sir. Most of my, uh, patrons, want me to strip."
"Well, yeah, Mike, I'd like to see you naked."
Quickly he pulled off the tee, kicked off his sandals, and dropped his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear. As I've said, he had a hot bod. His ass and belly were pale compared to the dark bronze of the rest of his skin. He'd obviously spent a lot of time in the sun.
He came slowly toward me, looking me in the eye. He took hold of the bottom of my tee shirt and began to raise it. I lifted my arms, and he pulled it off me. My cock was beginning to inflate, pressing against the jock I wore under my nylon running shorts. Gently, Mike pushed me down on the bed and unlaced my trainers. He pulled them off and then removed my socks.
Still kneeling, he looked up at me and asked, "What would you like me to do now, sir?"
"Yes, sir. Would you like to start with a blowjob? Or I could eat out your ass. Or do you just want to fuck me?"
"Damn, Mike, you'd do that just to pay for your breakfast?"
He smiled sadly. "Well, yes, sir. I used to get a lot more than the cost of a breakfast, but, as you can see, I'm pretty desperate at the moment." He paused. "Oh, and if you want to use your belt on me, I'll add that at no cost."
He turned his back to me and for the first time I saw the marks on his ass. Someone had belted him good, and not too long ago.
I took his hand and pulled him down so that he was sitting beside me on the bed. "Mike, I can't do that. I can't understand why anyone would do that. I know that sort of thing happens, but I don't see how anybody gets off on inflicting pain."
"Well, sir, a lot of guys do. And it's not so bad, really. If it's done right, it can be pretty hot."
I had heard that, but I still had trouble believing it.
"Look, Mike, I, uh, I don't think you need to do anything to thank me for breakfast. I just thought you could use a good meal. I didn't expect anything in return."
I was amazed to see his face fall.
"Oh, sir, have I done something wrong? Or you don't like the way I look? I know I need a shave and to comb my hair. If I could use a razor, I could make myself look a lot better."
God! I wanted to cry. I pulled him to me and hugged him.
"Mike, you don't understand. You look great. You are one sexy young dude. But I don't want to hurt you or abuse you." Then I said what surprised me at the time, but which expressed what I'd really been feeling since I first saw him. "I just want to help you."
Tears came to his eyes. "What would you want to do that, sir? I don't mean anything to you. I'm not worth anything. I've fucked things up for everybody I care about. You should just let me make you feel good for a while and then let me go." When I didn't say anything, he continued. "Of course, I don't know how long you are going to be in town, but I promise I can make you feel very good if you'll let me stay around while you're here."
"But, Mike, I uh . . . ."
He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my running shorts off. Then he pulled off my jock, allowing my cock to spring free and stick straight up. There was no denying he had me fully aroused. Lifting my legs, he swiveled me around so I was lying in the bed. Then he climbed between my legs and began to lick my cock. No question, he knew what he was doing.
"Oh, Mike, that's great. But you don't have to do that, you know."
He sucked and bobbed and licked for a while. Then, just as I was getting into it, forgetting where I was or who had my throbbing, leaking cock in his mouth, he stopped. I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
"Please, Gage, that is, I'm sorry, please, sir, fuck me?"
"You WANT me to fuck you, Mike?"
"Yes, sir. I do. Please?"
"Look, I know you're grateful for the breakfast, but a stack of waffles doesn't mean you have to let me fuck you."
He looked at me with a pleading look on his face. "Maybe not, sir. But you're the greatest looking guy I've been with since I've been in Key West, and I really want you to fuck me. Please? I promise I won't ask for money or anything. I'll just go away when we're finished if you want."
I was ready to weep from hearing his words, but I wanted desperately right then to give him what he was asking for.
"Okay, Mike. If you are sure this is what you want, I can't turn you down. You're gorgeous, babe. But tell me a couple of things."
"If I can, sir."
"How old are you?"
"I'll be twenty in a couple of months, sir."
"Well, that's a relief, anyway. You're legal."
He actually grinned at that. His face was fantastic when he smiled.
"Okay, does your butt hurt from the belting you've gotten?"
"It might if you smack it, sir, but I can take it. Otherwise it doesn't hurt."
It was my turn to grin. "In that case, boy, I promise not to smack it. Now, reach in the bedside drawer and get the lube and a rubber."
Mike took the lube and put some in his ass. Then he smeared some on my rigid cock. Tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, he then rolled the rubber down my cock. It pained me to realize how experienced he was. After applying more lube to my sheathed tool, he asked, "How do you want me, sir?"
"Do you have a preference, Mike?"
"Well, yes sir, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to watch your face when you do me."
I grinned. "You got it!"
He lay on his back and pulled his knees back against his shoulders, watching my face the whole time. I would have liked to rim him first, but I didn't know how clean he was and he'd already put lube there. Thinking I might be able to do that another time, I simply began to work my lubed fingers into his ass. Before long, he said, "I'm ready, sir. Please fuck me!"
I tried to enter him gently, but obviously the boy had an experienced ass. He practically sucked my cock inside him. "Oh, yes, sir. That's great. Please fuck me hard!"
I wondered if he had learned to say that to his johns or whether he really was a dedicated bottom. As we progressed, I became even more convinced that he wasn't acting. He really enjoyed being fucked. At one point I put my hand over his mouth. Even though this was a gay hostelry, it was ten in the morning, and Mike's pleas could probably be heard out in the hall. When I did, he got this stricken look on his face and said, "Oh my god, I'm sorry sir."
"Enjoy it, Mike, just be a little more quiet, okay?"
He closed his eyes and nodded, already returning to the feelings of pleasure my cock seemed to be giving him.
He had a talented ass, gripping my cock when I was pulling out, shoving himself onto it when I was pushing in. I could feel his fingers digging hard into my butt cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. I looked at his face. He was a bearded angel. He looked boyish despite the several days' growth. His eyes were unfocused now, not looking at me, seeing something entirely personal as he gave himself up totally to the pleasure of our rut.
I don't know when I'd enjoyed a fuck so much, partly because Mike really was a talented bottom, partly because Mike's pleasure gave me pleasure.
I came before I wanted to and collapsed onto him. I sought his mouth. At first he seemed reluctant, as if he gave his dick and his ass to his johns, but not his mouth. When I was about to pull back, not wanting to invade something he wished to keep private, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it. I touched it with mine, and soon we were kissing like lovers.
When my cock deflated and was expelled from Mike's ass, I removed the condom and discarded it. Since Mike hadn't come, I was about to suck him off.
"Oh, sir, you don't have to do that. I, uh, that's, well, not your obligation."
"Look, Mike, I didn't buy your services with a few dollars worth of breakfast. So far as I'm concerned, you offered yourself to me, and I want you to be satisfied from this experience. You haven't come yet, and I want to get you off. Okay?"
He seemed confused. "Well, yeah, sure, sir, if that's what you want."
Soon I had him rolling and thrashing around the bed. I'm a pretty talented cocksucker, if I do say so myself. After all, I'd been doing it since I was fifteen, which gave me about 20 years of experience. When he was close to coming, he warned me. I took his dick from my mouth and gave it a couple of pumps, enough to have him spewing his cream all over his stomach and chest. As he came down from his high, I went to the bathroom, dampened a washcloth with warm water, came back, and cleaned the cum off of him.
He lay there looking up at me. "Sir, why are you being so good to me?"
Why was I? Good question. This was a derelict kid, one of many on the beaches of Key West. What was it about Mike? I supposed they all had a story. Some of them had probably run away because they were rebelling against parental authority or something of the sort, couldn't or wouldn't conform to societal rules. But I didn't have that feeling about Mike. I didn't know his story yet, but I didn't think he was a rebel. He seemed too whipped, and it was for that, I think, that my heart went out to him.
"Why, Mike? Good question. I think the answer is that I really like you. You're one hot young man, but you're also, despite the life you've been living, a decent person. I don't know what forced you to this, and I won't pry, though I'd like it if you'd tell me about yourself."
"You don't want to know. And if I told you, you wouldn't like me any more."
"I doubt that very much, but, like I said, I won't insist. Now, I have a suggestion."
"First of all, I want you to call me Gage. That's my name. I'm not your father. Or," I said, almost shuddering, "your master."
"Okay, sir, uh, Gage. If that's what you want. I'm pretty much in the habit of calling my, uh, clients, `sir,' but I'll try."
"Is that what I am, Mike? A client?"
"Well, Gage, yeah. You've been nicer to me than anybody I've met since I left Fort Wayne, but I'm paying you back for breakfast, right?"
The words went through me. "Mike, is that all that was? Just payback for breakfast?"
He thought about that. "Well, no." He grinned. "It was the best fuck I've had since I left Fort Wayne, too." Then he sobered. "But you aren't suggesting that suddenly we're friends, are you?"
"Wow! You put your cards on the table, don't you?"
"In my `business' you learn not to have any illusions."
I thought for a while. We were sitting naked on the side of the bed. I don't know quite what made me decide what I did, but I said it.
"Okay. Let me make a business proposition. I have two more days in Key West. I'll pay you whatever you think is fair to be my companion for that time. I'll square it with the hotel management for you to stay here with me. We'll eat and sleep together. Have you done any of the touristy things here?"
"I've cruised the sunset celebration a few times, but I haven't done anything that costs money."
"All right, then. I'm going to show you the Key West you may not have seen. We'll swim in the pool here, you can run in the mornings with me, and we'll just be like two friends on vacation. When I have to leave, I'll pay you, and there'll be no further strings. How does that sound?"
He smiled. "You know, that would be almost like having a friend, wouldn't it? I think I'd like that. There's a problem, though. I don't have any decent clothes, so we couldn't go anyplace fancy to eat."
"You don't have to be very dressed up to go most places here. But let's do some shopping. First, though, how do you feel about the beard?"
"Oh, god, I hate it. I must look like Hemingway. I just haven't been able to shave for the last few days."
I chuckled. "You need to get a lot of gray hair in your beard before you look like Papa, kiddo. There's everything you need to shave in the bathroom, all courtesy of the management. Why not have a shower, get the salt water out of your hair, and get rid of the face hair? Then I'll shower, and we'll hit the stores."
"You're sure you want to do this? I haven't even told you how much you'll have to pay me."
"YES, I want to do it. And I'm not worried about your fee. I trust you to be fair." I swatted him on the tush. "Now, go clean up for me. Let me see how cute you really are."
He chuckled and skittered into the bathroom.
Later we had lunch and then went shopping. I got him some new khaki shorts and a pair of khaki slacks, a couple of collar tees, some socks, some boxers (his choice), and a pair of loafers. His sneakers looked pretty ratty, so we got him a decent pair of Nikes. For the next two days, we ate well. We did all the touristy things. We took the trolley ride all over the island. Then we had a boat cruise around the island. We went through the Truman summer White House, Hemingway's house, the Atocha Museum, several art galleries, and all the touristy shops. I drank beer and Mike had a Pepsi at Dirty Harry's.
Gradually, I got to know him. I never asked him directly to tell me "his story." I was afraid he'd retreat into that shell he was inhabiting when I first found him on the beach. As we talked, it became obvious that he was intelligent, well raised, inherently polite. He said he had finished one year at the University of Indiana in Bloomington, but that he wasn't really sure what he wanted to major in. As he became more relaxed and comfortable, I learned that he had a sense of humor. By the second day he even teased me a little for being stodgy. He laughed at my favorite kinds of music and said that's what he'd expect from an old guy like me. Not malicious, you understand, just showing he was comfortable enough with me to yank my chain.
At nights, we had incredible sex. Mike showed me things I'd never run across. That bothered me a little, because it reminded me that whatever he had been at one time, he was a rent boy when I picked him up on the beach.
I couldn't believe Gage was doing all this for me. Here was this great looking guy, obviously well off, who gave me sweet, undemanding sex, bought me clothes, took me to neat places, seemed to enjoy swimming and running and going to restaurants with me. In fact, he gave me the impression that he really enjoyed my company. The only problem was that, as our two days together were coming to an end, I knew I was going to have to go back to the life of a boy slut living on the beach. And I hated that. I had become hardened to it before I met Gage, but being with him reminded me of what life could be, and I desperately didn't want to have him just disappear from my life. I wondered how much money to ask him for. He had left it up to me. I think he would have been pretty generous, but he'd already been so good to me I didn't want to be greedy.
Then I realized that I didn't want to let him go because I had very quickly developed feelings for him. It wasn't that he was a temporary meal ticket and a fantastic sex partner. I had never been as happy as I was just walking down the street with him or sitting by the pool, or having a coke while he had a glass of wine someplace.
But never in my dreams would I have expected him to do what he did the night before he was to drive back north.
The night before I was to start home, Mike and I went to the docks and joined the throng there for the sunset celebration. After we had all applauded the sunset, he and I wandered up and down Duval Street for a while. Then we sat in one of the places that opened on the sidewalk and had something to eat.
As we walked back to our room, he was very quiet.
"You've gone silent on me, babe."
"Sorry, sir, uh, Gage. Did you want to talk about something?"
"Yeah, but it will keep until we get back to our room."
It wasn't late when we arrived, so I suggested we sit by the pool. There were a couple of guys swimming naked and a couple more sitting at one of the tables. It was getting dark, but there were lights in the pool and torches placed around here and there. I got myself a glass of wine and a coke for Mike. We sat at one of the umbrella tables.
I decided to say what had been on my mind. The worst he could do was say no.
"Mike, something remarkable has happened to me this week."
He looked at me with curiosity on his face. "Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. I, oh, shit, babe, I don't know how to say this. I'm afraid when I do you'll get up and run."
He put his hand on mine. "Try me, Gage. I promise to stick around until tomorrow morning. That was our bargain."
"Yeah, our bargain. Look, I want to make you another offer. If you think I'm out of line, please say so. I'll understand. I'll pay you what you ask right now, and you can be on your way."
He looked alarmed. "Have I done something wrong, Gage? Have I disappointed you?"
"No, Mike. Far from it. Look, just promise me you'll listen to what I'm going to say, okay?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Mike, I want you to come home with me."
"Come home with you? Why? For how long?"
"Let's start with how long. Suppose we say for as long as we both enjoy being together. I promise if you decide to leave, I'll do right by you. I'll buy you a plane ticket to anyplace you want to go. We can talk about an appropriate `severance package' when and if that happens."
He looked stunned.
"As for why I'm asking you to do this, well, let's just say I like you, Mike. I like you a lot. I'd like you to live with me as my partner."
"Let me get this straight, sir. You want me to go to Akron and be your boytoy, right?"
I was stricken. It never occurred to me he'd see it that way. "No, Mike, no! We can find you a job if you want, or you could go back to school. We've got the University of Akron and Kent State both close by, not to mention several excellent smaller colleges. I'll pay your tuition. I said partner. As in close friend. Housemate. Do you think you could possibly put up with an old guy of 35 who promised to look out for you and take care of you? Who'd be available for sex when you wanted and wouldn't push it when you didn't?"
I couldn't believe I was saying all of that, but that's exactly the way I felt, and I had summoned up the courage to say it.
Mike looked stunned. He stared at the guys who were swimming, but I don't think he was seeing them. He moved his glass around in the condensation puddles it had made on the table. I was relieved that he hadn't gotten up and run away. Then it occurred to me that he might be figuring how much money to ask me for to pay for the two days of companionship.
"You know, Gage, we've only known each other for two days. I could be a serial killer for all you know."
"Yeah, and I could be one for all you know."
"So we are on the brink of a very important decision here, right?"
"Uh huh. I'm asking you to put a tremendous amount of trust in me. You know, you could check me out. I'll give you my partner's card and you can call him tonight. You can call the Better Business Bureau or the Chamber of Commerce in Akron and have me checked out. I'll even give you the name of my rector."
"And what about me? You're willing to take me on the basis of what you've learned about me in two days?"
"It goes against my better judgment, but yes, Mike. Suddenly I want you I my life. I can't bear the thought of getting in the car tomorrow and going home without you. How's that for impulsive?"
His face slowly transformed. He was beaming at me.
"God, Gage, I can't believe I'm hearing this. I've been moping around all evening thinking I'd probably cry when you left here tomorrow. You've treated me better than anyone, man. I've loved this time we've had together. I was going to tell you in the morning that you didn't owe me anything, that the clothes and the food and all were more than enough payment. Shit, just you being willing to hang with me has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."
"So, Mikey, what are you telling me? Spell it out for me, baby boy, please?"
"Yes, Gage. I trust you, man. I want to go home with you, even if it means I'm your boytoy."
"Stop that! Partner. House mate. Friend. But don't let me hear that other word again, okay?"
He stood up. "You got it, Gage."
I stood up and held out my arms. He came to me and we kissed for so long the guys at the table on the other side of the pool began to applaud. Sheepishly we pulled apart. Mike gave them a cute little bow, and we walked, arms around each other, to our room.
I couldn't believe that this sweet, generous, hunky guy really wanted me in his life. The feelings he'd said he had for me were just like what I was feeling about him. Needless to say, we wasted no time getting out of our clothes and into bed. He spent a while just licking my nips and flicking the rings in them with his tongue. He seemed fascinated by them, and he sure got me hot when he did that. Gage insisted that I top him, and I obliged. It was a pretty hot fuck, actually, even though I prefer being the bottom. What was really sweet, though, was that we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning we shaved and showered and dressed. Then we had breakfast by the pool.
I got a nice surprise when he had the car brought around. We had walked everywhere in the days we had been together, so I'd never seen his car. Turns out it was a silver Beemer convertible. And we were driving it all the way to Ohio.
All the way to a new life with a guy I thought I might be falling in love with, a guy who was being nicer to me than I could ever deserve.
To be continued.