A Quiet Night In Ch. 02

I opened the door to my bedroom and he negotiated the frame once more, this time with a deep chuckle. I didn't notice it until now, but his voice was as buttery soft as his lips looked. Fuck, I need to kiss him bad, but I was dumbstruck by his warm, intent gaze.

"So do you like to dom or sub usually?" he said, cutting off my internal monologue. I realized I still hadn't said a thing since he opened the door a second time.

"Um, uh, I mean I can kinda do, uh, whatever I guess. I'm verse and I usually top, but to, um, actually answer your question, I um, I like to sub."

"Mmmm, that's good." He smiled and showed his charmingly crooked teeth, the kind a kid like me who wore their retainer for 5 years hadn't gotten to appreciate in a while. They matched how the rest of his aesthetic seemed: unconcerned what other people thought of him. Hot and confident? I was willing to let this man do quite a lot to me.

"I like to sub like, uh, a lot." I laughed, but stopped really quickly.

Silence was hanging in the air like my precum was, again.

"Do you think I'm a serial killer or something? Wait, unless you find that hot..." He placed a finger on his maddeningly kissable lips in mock concentration and chuckled again. God, that chuckle was making me hard.

"No! God, you're just, I dunno, a really hot plumber!" This time I almost slapped my hand over my mouth.

He laughed with his belly and my cock visibly twitched in response, but he thankfully didn't see how desperately horny I was right now when he shut his eyes with glee.

"Well, you're one sexy boy yourself, kiddo." He winked. His tone then stiffened ever so slightly. "I hope you don't mind I'm a bit kinky, I can do more easy play if you want though,"

"I'm really kinky too, I don't mind at all!" I blurted.

The spasm of my belly from saying it with such hurriedness shook the rope of precum and it fell to the floor, along with his eyes, transfixed.

"You're leakin' there bud." He loosened up again with another wink.

"Oh woe is me, if only someone could help me fix it!" We both laugh and make our bellies bounce.

My jaw unconsciously unclenched, and my shoulders start laying back without thinking. I can feel my own confidence growing deep in the pit of being, but not faster than the flame of lust that encircled it.

It's with this glance down at his jiggling belly that my eyes fall further to the bulge underneath it. It's thick like mine, based on the folds of the dark canvas, and even though I can't see it at all, there's a few mahogany pubic hairs sticking out of the buttons of his fly. Goddamn, he's going commando, even though it's a Vermont October night out there. There's no way I'm turning back now, because he came prepared. We're both transfixed on the intricate lines and curves of each other's bodies, mine stark nude and his covered in a tantalizingly thin layer of fabric. He gently puts down his bag, which looks heavy and bulging at the seams.

"What's in there?" I naively ask.

"Oh yanno, equipment, gear, uniforms..." He winks a third time and makes the butterflies in my belly flutter. "... and toys."

My jaw drops at the realization that this 30 pound bag is full of not work equipment, but all sorts of delightfully pervy accoutrements. This man brought his entire sexual mise en place with him at only the possibility of hooking up with someone? Maybe it's the fact that I was a scout as a teenager, but preparedness is hot.

He readjusts and stands to his full height, steps in close, and gently angles his neck down to kiss me. He tastes like raw, hot, heavy, sex. I'm not a virgin by any means, in fact I had lost my virginity on the night of my 18th birthday, but his mouth felt so soft and warm against mine that I felt like one again. His beard is tickling my face and I can smell the bright scent of a good beer in his mouth. I can't help but kiss him back, and hard. I hungrily start trying to slip my tongue into his mouth, but he gently squeezes my shoulder and tells me without saying a word, 'let's take it slow, enjoy it.'

I breathe through my nose as our lips stay in their embrace. For the first time not only can I taste him, but I can smell him too. He doesn't smell like designer cologne, but he doesn't smell like a swamp rat either. He smells like he had just gone to the gym and judging by the warmth radiating through my body from him, he feels like it too. Somewhere underneath the ephemeral notes of sweat was a heavy body of scent that made my balls sag and my cock drip more honey. It was fresh, the way wet sweat is, it was cedary, probably from some big box store body wash, and it was so unimaginably full of rich musk. I was already buzzed on free gin, but now I felt the deep need to be drunk on the liquor of his body. Nuzzling the nape of his neck, I feel the perspiration dampen my cheek and without hesitating, I lick the salt off of him.

"Woah there bud, that tickles!" I pull away a few inches from him and he chortles with the kind of animated grin that only a bearded person has.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I cast my eyes down.

He gently cups his hand under my chin and lifts it to meet his gaze, radiating grace.

"No worries, bud. I didn't say to stop, you know." He winks at me again and I let out a small apology again under my breath. "No need to apologize, I liked it! You can even leave a few love bites if you want, just as long as we keep them below the collar, okay kiddo?"

I nod, and the wave of compassion that he has set in motion breaks over me, making my legs feel weaker at the knees.

"Do you wanna lay on the bed at all? I like kissing while laying down 'cause then I can really get into it." I say, worried that I might break the magic of this embrace.

"What if we checked what was in my bag first? I can change into some clean clothes if you want, I've been working up a sweat tonight." he responds.

"No!" I almost shouted. "It's okay, I kinda like it when guys are a bit musky."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear." He leans down to open his bag as he says this, and I can hear the implied wink in his voice, seemingly his trademark. I had heard those first two words before from many enthusiastic blowjob recipients, but this felt different. I wasn't trying to impress him, in fact I was still confused why he found me so desirable in the first place. I hadn't done anything particularly out of the ordinary in terms of sexiness, and here I was with one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, let alone let into my bedroom. It made me feel like I was doing something right, something worthy of praise.

He pulls open the long zipper of his bag and reveals a series of cloth sleeves, each containing their own unknown device. It feels like X-rated Christmas, and this is Santa's sack, ready to be unwrapped. I can't believe the pure power that this bag has; a whole world of unknown pleasures is sitting within a foot of me. As he rummages through the goodies, he seems to know exactly what he's looking for. I can hear the sound of fabric rubbing between heavy pieces of rubber, a few jingling buckles, and some heavy metal clinking as well while my brain reels with images of the listings for toys and gear that I had windowshopped for as a teen. Finally, he pulls out a small, lumpy velvet bag and holds it up for me to see in the glow of my desk lamp.

"I know you said you like to top, but how open are you to wearing this while we made out?" He unsheathes the toy inside, revealing a buttplug that looked like it had been microwaved for 10 seconds and then dropped down a flight of stairs. I can't parse what I'm looking at, but he senses my confusion and continued, "It's shaped like that to be more ergonomic. It'll fit inside ya a lot better than a traffic cone shaped one, and the kidney shaped part will rub against your prostate just right every time ya clench your tight hole." Wink.

I nodded fast despite the blood rushing to my head. I had fingered myself and bottomed for the occasional guy if he had appropriately sized cock, but toys were new for me. The idea of keeping my ass stuffed to the brim while he could still use both hands to caress my body and continue to kiss me made my mouth water. I was so beyond ready.

I push the sheets and blankets off of my bed and let them cascade to the floor as I sit down on the edge. I'm ready to trust this complete stranger with access to the most private and intimate part of my body, and something about the thrill of the game only heightened my pleasure. As he moved towards the bed, I laid back and made space for him on the other side.

To be continued...