Tucker felt his face flame. What the hell was going on with him? He never acted like this. This guy had him blushing like a virgin. Tucker fidgeted for a few seconds, pulling at the label on his beer with a fingernail before turning back to the man and making himself act more casual and relaxed. What the hell—he was acting like a fucking teenager. “Mind if I keep you company while you wait?”
“Not at all,” he said warmly, turning toward him,his gaze moving over Tucker’s face again.
“So, uh, what’s your name?”
“Gavin,” he said. “And yours?”
“My name is James Tucker, but everyone just calls me Tucker. If I can’t buy you a drink, would you like to dance while you wait on your friend?” He surprised himself with the offer. Even
though it was pretty late, there still might be a chance of someone he knew coming in, but he wanted this man in his arms, and he really didn’t care, at that moment, who saw him or didn’t see him.
Gavin’s eyes moved over him slowly, and he nodded. “Sure,” he said, standing up beside Tucker. “I’d like that. ”
Tucker eased off the barstool, took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. Gavin was maybe four or five inches taller than Tucker’s five-ten—okay, five-nine and a half—and probably outweighed him by a good thirty pounds or so. Normally, this would have bothered Tucker, but not tonight. Not with this man. Tucker put his arms around Gavin’s waist and pulled him close, reveling in the feel of his hard body against his. Tucker slid one hand to his sweet ass and moved in closer, so that Gavin’s rather impressive package hit Tucker somewhere just above his groin.
Before he could start to sway to the music, Tucker was a little surprised to feel Gavin pull his head down onto his shoulder, and move his hands up to rest possessivelyacross Tucker’s back. He tensed at first, but then relaxed and decided to go with it, nuzzling his nose in close. His arms seemed to loop themselves around Gavin’s neck by their own volition. He started to pull them down, but Gavin’s breath was fanningagainst Tucker’s temple and he felt himself just relaxing into it. Tucker’s cock grew harder than it had been in way too long.
They moved slowly together to the music, and Tucker allowed his hand to roam over Gavin’s ass, caressing and squeezing his butt cheeks. Gavin made a soft sound that traveled directly to Tucker’s cock. Then he moved his lips to Tucker’s ear and whispered, causing a shiver to ripple down Tucker’s back. “Let’s go to the back room. ”
The bar had a curtained room in back that catered to those who wanted a quick, anonymous fuck or a blow. This normally wouldn’t have appealed to Tucker, but suddenly, he wasn’t so sure.
“The back room? You want that? But what about your friend? The one you’re meeting?”
“I want you, Tucker. ” Gavin pulled his head back and cast that brown-eyed gaze directly into his face.
With a groan, Tucker grabbed his hand again and led him toward the curtained room. They stepped inside and were instantly in the dark, only a faint glow from a black light over a tiny bar and the sliver of light coming under the curtain illuminating the space. Others had made it there before them, and Tucker gave himself a moment to let his eyes adjust before finding a relatively quiet corner to pull Gavin into. Even though he was so big, Gavin seemed quiet. Feeling protective, Tucker positioned himself with his back to the room, standing in front of Gavin.
His eyes began to adjust even more to the dimness in the room, and he looked down as he felt Gavin’s hands on his belt, unbuckling it and then sliding his jeans and underwear down over his hips to his knees. Tucker’s thick, eager cock bounced out, and Gavin fluidly sank to his knees in front of him. Tucker sucked in a tight breath. This had to be a dream. He’d wake up in a minute and be back at the bar alone.
“Is this all right, Tucker? Is this how you want me?” Gavin asked sweetly, looking up at him from under his long, thick lashes.
“Uh, yes of course, baby,” Tucker replied, surprised at how out of breath he was becoming. He needed to get a grip on his emotions and fast. Gavin was saying and doing all the right things—the things Tucker liked. Why then was he feelinglike he wasn’t in charge of any of this? Tucker was always in charge, and that was how he liked it.
Tucker rested his hands on Gavin’s short, soft hair and heard himself give out a guttural moan as soft lips fastened around his cock and took him in, deep-throating him like he was only a few inches instead of a respectable eight. The man was talented, he had to hand him that. His lips kept up a steady pressure as his velvet tongue slid up and down Tucker’s shaft, sometimes stopping at the head to nibble or slip down into his slit. God, if this kept up, he was going to embarrass himself by coming in less than a minute.
Gavin looked up into Tucker’s eyes, breathing through his nose. Then he tucked his head and did a little nod, and just like that, Tucker felt the firm helmet on the head of his cock pop fully down the man’s slippery throat. Tucker heard himself emit a guttural moan. The muscles of his cock spasmed, and he squeezed his fists, praying not to blow before he could really focus on what the hell was happening. His balls tightened, and he felt a tingling at the base of his spine. Tucker was breathing rapidly and trying to hang on as Gavin pulled off a little and licked slowly up his shaft, swirling his tongue over the head.
He gasped for breath as Gavin began to run his hands down his thighs and between his legs, still licking greedily at his cock. His hands moved up to fondle his balls, and Tucker found himself shifting his legs to open them wider and give him access. Gavin pulled off to look up at him and slowly and deliberately wet his fingers. A soft touch on his hole made Tucker widen his eyes and clench around the burn from the finger that had slipped up inside him.
“I-I don’t do that,” he murmured, uneasily.
“Are you sure?” Gavin said softly, and slid the finger up higher asTucker’s ass clenched around it. Before he could say another word, Gavin swallowed his cock again, deep-throating him, and humming around his cock until Tucker felt his knees start to sag. Another finger slid deep inside to join the first and they reached up higher to rub across a spot inside him that made him buck his hips and cry out even through the burn.
In one smooth move, Gavin rose to his feet, flipped him around to face the wall, and used his foot to spreadTucker’s legs out as far as they would go, constrained as they were by his pants. His face was against the wall. His cock was pressed against the wall too, and the cold roughness of the cinder blocks on his sensitive skin, especially after Gavin’s hot mouth, made him shiver. Gavin’s fingers were still deep inside him.
“Feel good, baby?” Gavin asked, as Tucker groaned loudly, embarrassed to be in this position, embarrassed to be so needy, so out of control.
“God yes…I mean, no…II don’t do this,” he managed to say, panting for breath.
“Sure you do, sweetheart. Just look at you—so beautiful. Sweet boy. ”
He moved the wicked fingers deep inside him again, and the burn was too much, but the other hand was caressing his ass, making his knees shake, and Gavin seriously thought he might lose his mind. He became a little panicked and practically tried to climb the wall in front of him, but Gavin put a hand under his stomach to move him back into place, and then hold him there. “Shhh, baby. Relax and let it happen. I’ve got you. ” He pulled at his hips to move him out from the wall a bit and bent him over.
Tucker tried to straighten up again, but Gavin leaned across his back to whisper in his ear, sweet crooning words that didn’t make much sense, but soothed him and made him feel something fluttery in the pit of his stomach. His whole body felt hot and shivery. He heard himself make a little whimpering sound that he’d never heard himself make before. It embarrassed him, and he tried to cut it off quickly before Gavin heard it. He felt Gavin stroke his back, moving the fingers of one hand down to cup his ass-cheeks. Then he heard a little rustling, tearing sound and tried to move his head around. He recognized that sound as a condom wrapper being opened.
“N-no, Gavin. Idon’t…” Gavin crooked the fingers inside him again, sweeping over his prostate and lights exploded inside his head. He’d done this to other men before, but had no idea how it actually felt—like an explosion inside his groin. “Oh, fuck!” he cried out, trying to lurch forward to hump the air in front of him, desperate for friction on his cock. “P-please!”
Gavin’s hands patiently pulled him right back where he wanted him. The fingers pulled out and he felt his formerly mostly untouched asshole clenching and unclenching in need. A few seconds passed and something cold and wet was being dribbled down the crevice between his ass cheeks. Lube? Where the hell had he gotten lube? Almost before he could form the thought clearly, the sinful fingers were back, slicking the lubricant deep inside him. Squirming, he tried to turn his head to voice a half-hearted protest, and then he felt the hot poker of Gavin’s cock against his ass. Suddenly whatever he wanted to say didn’t seem important anymore.