Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 15:32:00 -0700
From: R G
Subject: Not Another Love Story Chapter 1: The One Night Stand

None of the characters in this story are real, nor do they describe anyone
that exists in real life.  This is just a simple story that describes
male-on-male love, which can and will include sex scenes. If you are
uncomfortable with this, I advise you to stop reading.


Remember, the real world does have disease and sociopaths, so if you engage
in any type of sexual encounter, please use the safe sex guidelines
provided by a Licensed Medical Doctor such as using a condom or not
exposing a stranger's semen to mucosal surfaces like your mouth or anus.


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(Brief Summary: Bottom POV with Considerate Dominant Total Top, Bittersweet
Love, Meta-Content)

***

I sighed as the student left my small cubicle of an office. I was just
thinking of my last office hour where I had to explain for some reason what
the mitochondria were to a biochemistry major. I had to shake my head, but
I knew he really did want to know and I knew it wasn't his fault that he
wasn't taught properly in his high school. He was here now, asking for
help, and by God, with what skill I could, I would teach him as long as he
wanted to stay to learn. I had to go from the very basics again and after 4
hours, he was still there wanting to know more. But I put a stop to it, and
said that he also needed to sleep to process the information, as did I.


I started my walk absent-mindedly on campus towards the direction of the
garage to get to my car. A simple car, really, I bought used 2 years old so
that I could save some money on it. A teacher's salary isn't exactly
throwing around money.  I would say the walk is about a half mile, so I
usually get a mile a day in walking to and from my car, but otherwise my
body shape was unremarkable.  I try to eat well and take care of myself,
but life can happen at times.


As I passed by the political science building, I couldn't help but be
snapped out of my absent-mindedness by the display just right out the
border of campus. It was a political booth for the Republican party.  I
smiled internally, thinking the Republican party would have to spend more
time than a simple passing by to convince public college students to become
Republican.


That was when I noticed the cincher. Surrounding the booth were 4 beautiful
women in red striped uniforms that had very low cuts and 4 guys with tight
red shirts that showed all 4 of them definitely had defined abs. I smiled
again, this time in sadness, as I thought this would probably work because
I know I was certainly looking at the booth now, and I supposedly knew
better.


One of the guys approached me when he saw that I was standing there looking
at the booth for a second. He walked over and started to ask me if I knew
how the Republican Party could help me. I looked into his striking eyes and
I thought, why not, I am just going to go back home to start cooking my
dinner for one anyways, so might as well spend the next few minutes to have
some small talk while I got to admire the body of the guy who approached
me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but when I snapped back into the
small talk, I realized he had just asked me where I was going. It seemed
like an odd question to ask, and I just met this person. So I accidentally
blurted the only thing I could think of at that second, the truth. "I am
going back home tonight." As soon as I said it, I knew I messed up. I
immediately chastised myself, saying next time if such scenario would ever
exist again, I would say, "I am going to the garage."


He continued the small talk and I let my eyes roam. Once again, I was
snapped out of it when he asked, "Are you single?" Again, another odd
question that seemed a bit off-script. I answered truthfully, "Yes." I
tried avoiding putting too much detail in my answer.  My history with
dating has always been a disaster, but that was when I was younger and
wanted the world. Now, I just wanted something simple and easy, one where I
knew time would not fade out eventually like looks eventually do. But his
question makes me uneasy. When I looked back up at him, I was just noticing
his appearance in detail now. I can see he is young, but I can't come up
with an age in my head so I estimated minimum around 21 and that was
conservative. He was obviously tall, he was at least 6'2" based on my
height if not taller. I couldn't pinpoint his nationality, just that he had
black hair, beige skin, and the most amazing blue-green eyes. His t-shirt
showed a dusting of black hair covering his forearms and some small ones
showing from the collar of his shirt. As I was looking him up for real, I
just noticed he was now only two steps away from me.


It seemed unreal.  Here was this specimen of a man who specifically called
out to me rather than one of women at the booth, and is now only two steps
away from me.  If I were more cynical, I would say he is just doing his job
as a "booth babe," but my hopeful side wondered what he would look like
with his shirt off.  As if on cue, he said that it was hot tonight and if I
minded if he took his shirt off.


"This is definitely not happening." I said in my head. I need to make a
quick escape before I make a decision I will probably end up regretting.
As if sensing my unease with the situation, he came closer and said "Hey,
there is a bar nearby, want to get something to drink?" Knowing I was
entering dangerous territory, I agreed but ordered water.  He ordered a
Vodka in Diet Cola, but only once during the time we were talking. I
thought he must have great self-restraint if he is able to keep his body in
the shape it was. The conversation came easy, and he was very well
read. About 30 minutes into the talk, it seemed like something was coming
over him.


Since he was shirtless, he was getting a lot of looks from both male and
female. We were interrupted more than once during our conversation, I guess
to check if I was a wingman to him (how, I am not sure). But he was a
perfect gentleman, turning down interest gently and redirecting his
conversation to me.


I am a biochemistry teacher, not psychology, but I knew something was
happening, but couldn't explain what. I knew what I wanted to happen, and I
knew the most likely scenario. So I decided, "All is fair in love and war."


"Are you single?" I ask him. A slow smirk creeps on the side of his
mouth. Now I really feel his eyes burn on me.


"Why do you ask?" he replies.


I keep my face as neutral as I can maintain. "Well, it just seems like
there are a lot of attractive people in this bar, many who have approached
but none seem to catch your interest. That suggests you already have
someone," I said to cover my butt.


"Why would it matter?" he asks.


"It doesn't, but curiosity is curiosity, and I am a teacher so I can't help
but ask Why?" I respond.


"What if I already found someone who caught my interest?" he responds back.


That statement puzzled me.  During our entire time here, he had only been
talking consistently with me. But that doesn't make any sense to me. I want
to know more so I state, "Interesting indeed. Let's play a game. Let me
guess who has caught your interest."


He leans back and says he will play. I point to the most beautiful woman
who approached us.  He shakes his head. I point to the most handsome man
who approached us. He shakes his head. I point to both simultaneously. He
shakes his head. At this point, I lean back in my chair, more in genuine
shock than anything else. I want to get out of here because I must be
sitting across someone crazy. His eyes traveled up and down me, as if
scanning me and he said, "You said you were going home?"


Damn my blabbering mouth. I try to backtrack. "Did I say that? I must have
meant I am going to 7-11 for some cigarettes." It was the only thing that
popped in my mind.


His smile grows even wider. He responded, "Now here I thought teachers
would always tell the truth."


"The truth needs to be tested before it is considered a truth." I reply.


He stands up and takes my hand in his, encompassing mine and he says, "Well
then, let us test your truth to see if it holds scrutiny."


I am terrified at this point. Here is a stranger I met at a booth for the
Republican Party that explicitly hates gay marriage and here was a
Republican "booth babe" hitting on me.  My mind is overcome with the many
dangers of staying in the closet, how aggression can build, how it can
sometimes cause people to do things they would rather they didn't. I shoot
my last bullet at him, hoping to terrify him. "I don't want a one-night
stand only. I want something more. Do not test this theory unless you are
willing to accept the results."


He stops and looks at me. "Science frequently finds results it wishes it
did not. But it is still our duty to test the truth."


I knew at this point I was done. All my mental defenses defeated and all
the horniness I felt were starting to take over. I begin to turn the
tables. "Really? I need to know a bit more. How is this going to go? It
seems statistically speaking, many openly gay men are bottoms."


He smiles and says that should be no problem at all. We arrive at the
garage and my car. He gets in the passenger seat and looks at me and says,
"So, cigarettes?"


I roll my eyes. "Fine, you got me. I wasn't going to buy cigarettes. But I
need to pick up some condoms and lube."


"No need. I have some in my pocket," as he pulled out some XL condoms and
lube.


"Oh, you got my size!" I joke.  His eyes twinkle and he smirks for just a
second before he says, "Nice try." His confidence is certainly up to par.


"Why do you have condoms and lube in your pocket?" I ask. He hesitates for
a second, then replies, "I am a college student." The cynic in me came out,
saying you are just another notch on his bedpost. But this time, horniness
won out, unfortunately. But I knew now what to expect post-coitus.


We arrived at my house, not a mansion but not a hovel. I like to think I
keep it decently clean. He waits until he is invited in, which I do and I
offer him something to drink.


He doesn't wait. Once he is inside, he is a beast. He immediately takes
both of my hands and press them to the wall, him standing in front of me
and goes in for the kiss. I struggle, but his technique is exquisite, soft
and gentle, firm but aggressive. I am so distracted by the kiss that I
don't notice he started moving one of my hands towards his crotch. It is
only when the fabric touches my hand that I know this is happening.


It was small at first, but it kept growing until he was at his hard
length. It felt big. He lifts me and asks me to direct him to a bed. I
point him in the right direction and he places me on the bed. His shirt is
already off, and he looks amazing in the soft bedroom lighting. He hooks
his thumbs on his waistband ready to pull them down when it looks like an
idea strikes him. He looks at me and that smirk reappears. "You know, you
lied to me. You said you were going for some cigarettes. You can certainly
smoke my pole. You just have to get it yourself," he says as he folds his
arms across his chest.


I give my best disgruntled grunt, but approach with an eagerness that
surprises me. I want to take my time, so I get on my knees and unbutton his
jeans and pull the zipper down slowly. I massage that cock through the
briefs. I still don't have a good idea of how big he is, but it is bigger
than the ones before, maybe bigger than my XL prostate massager. I pull the
jeans down slowly so I get to see the penis break free and stand proud in
briefs.


It looks about 7.5", and perhaps a bit thicker than my prostate wand. I am
quite concerned. He immediately picks me up from the ground and assures me
that I will love every moment of it.  He throws me on the bed and climbs on
top of me and begins to take my clothes off. He isn't quick either, he does
to me what I did to him, each piece pulled slowly to tease. I try to cover
myself when he fully exposes me but he keeps my hands apart, saying he
wants to see every part of me. He slides off the bed and pulls me to the
edge. He lifts my ass in his strong arms, muscles bulging and begins the
most gentle rimming, light probes into to see how tight I am with rings to
help me relax. I can't stand it, I stand up and force him on the bed, and
climb onto him. I pull his briefs off and see his penis finally. It is the
same color as him and uncut, giving it an even taller look. I position
myself so that I can suck his cock, going after his head and the frenulum
and licking the shaft as if it is a candy cane as he continues to rim and
open me. As soon as I try to take that monster in one gulp, I immediately
choke and get off. He gets up and says, "it's not a race, there is no
finish line." I get back on him and this time slowly by slowly suck his
cock trying to take more and more each time. I realize that as I was
progressing on his penis, he was progressing on my ass. He was now using a
combination of his fingers and lips to have me as open as I could get.


I position myself with my ass over his cock. He puts on the condom and
liberal amounts of lube and leans back with his hands behind his head. He
said to lower myself gently on his cock, still standing strong. I position
myself and wait for the inevitable pain of first insertion. It occurs and I
clench in place, not moving just holding still. It takes a minute but my
ass gets used to his cockhead, so I slowly begin to lower myself onto
him. Each inch fills me, and when I am all the way down, I feel so full. I
take a minute to adjust to his size. I watch him as I adjust and I can see
he has his eyes closed in pleasure, his biceps shaking with restraint to
pump. When I say I am ready, he immediately puts his hands on my hips and
helps me up and down on his cock.  He moans as I begin exercising my anal
muscles against his cock now that I am adjusted to his size. I tighten when
he goes out and relax when he goes in. The rhythm gains speed as he gets
close to his orgasm. He becomes more verbal, saying that my ass feels so
good on his cock, how he loves how tight it feels when I contract my
muscles, that I look amazing on his cock in the light. He continues to
pound and asks me if he is hitting my prostate. I adjust the angle until we
find my prostate and suddenly, the pounding takes a new dimension. I feel a
brief surge of pleasure each time he touches my prostate. I beg him to fuck
me harder, I want those surges of pleasure more, and he obliges me. He hit
my prostate so well that I had a hands-free orgasm. We do this until he
cums into the condom. I lie down on top of him and he slowly begins to
remove his cock from my ass and collects the condom to throw in the trash.


I wait for the inevitable, "Sorry I have to go."  But he still holds me on
top of him and whispers in my ear, "You think I can only go one time? Give
me a couple minutes and we can have a real party."


I clean his cock of leftover semen with a towel and suck him until he is
hard again. He opens a new condom and puts it on again with lubd and he
picks me up and puts me under him. This time he is aiming his cock for my
hole. That smirk of his comes back on his face. He pushes his cock into me
quickly since I had already taken him one time. I gasp but adjust quickly.
He really begins to jackhammer as hard as he could, this time I was able to
handle it because he opened me up so well before.  He takes longer this
time because he has already come once, but he is just as intense with his
words, his hand caressing and twisting my nipple, his mouth at the other
one.  This sends so many waves of pleasure, I push his head forward and he
gets the message, teasing me with his tongue. He continues punishing my
prostate, each bump a gentle surge of pleasure. As he gets close to
cumming, he says he wants to come on me. I say yes and he pulls out, rips
off the condom and sprays his load over my stomach and chest. He collapses
on me, and I just sit and relax in the afterglow.


After that amazing session, I was left slightly winded and incredibly
satisfied. I felt his hands on my body, lightly stroking in smooth abstract
patterns, and a sigh from him. I hear him murmuring, a rustle, but then he
quickly gets up.


I ask him where he is going. He starts to put on his clothes, slowly at
first then with more speed. As he is putting on his clothes, he mentions,
almost in monotone, about how great the Republican Party is, and how much
you should vote for the Republican candidate. He moved towards the door and
as he put his hand on the door knob, he hesitated, a small tear forming in
his eye but not falling and a small smile on his face as he took a look
back and left.

***

Hello everyone in the vast array of the internet. This is really my first
story. Made during quarantine times during the COVID-19 scare in 2020, so I
ask for some forgiveness of trope-using/stereotyping (I am just a human in
2020). And it didn't take a day, or a week, months, but much longer than
that, but here it is.


Life gives you choices, it is you to decide which one you take. It started
as a venting exercise and exploded from there into a story that I wish I
had read when I was younger, you know, life lessons + sex (that way I would
actually have read it). I intentionally tried to keep the protagonist as
vague as possible so you could try POV if so inclined.