Tell Me More

How much longer do we have to be here…?

I should’ve just lied to Jen and said I was sick or something.

I’ve completely peeled away the wet label on this bottle of cheap beer. I’m not bored, just… overwhelmed, I guess.

Jen’s good at talking me into doing things. She always has been—ever since we became friends in high school. She’s always talking me into doing things outside of my comfort zone, always trying to push me to try something new.

I like gatherings. Small ones. Not overcrowded, loud house parties like this.

“Hey… You coming inside at some point tonight?”

“Hi. Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just, um, let me finish my drink. You know I’m not good at these things.”

“Hey, it’s fine. Totally get it. So, I, uh, couldn’t help but notice you staring at that cute guy in the black jacket in the living room. Maybeeee… you should go in and talk to him?”

“Yeah, but I… Look, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there is seriously no way in hell I could ever go up to a random guy and—”

“—but you won’t meet someone if you don’t try!”

“Hey, I tried Tinder! And Grindr!”

“Yeah! For like, a day!”

Dating since I came out as bisexual has been… different. And exciting. But my nerves tend to get the better of me.

I’ve just never been good at flirting.

I’ve been on a few dates with men. Women, too. But so far nothing past the first date. I want to meet someone who I can be me with, but… it just never really seems to work out.

“Okay, I know you’ll hate me for this…”

Oh God. She didn’t.

“No. You’re not setting me up!”

“Oh, come on, he’s perfect! You two have so much in common. Plus, he’s really cute! He’s totally your type!”

She gestures to someone inside, waving them over. And—oh shit—here you come.

You’ve got one hand casually stuffed in your jean pocket as you slide the door open and flash a charming little smile.

“Hi.”

“Oh, hi, Matt! Matt works with me at the brewery. You’ve probably seen him there, actually.”

I don’t know what it is, but you look at me… And something just… clicks. I want to make you laugh. I want to hear about the boring mundane details of your day. I want to hear you say my name.

I suddenly feel the most comfortable I have all night.

“Nice to meet you. Jenny’s told me a lot about you.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, hopefully—”

“Don’t worry, all good things.”

Damn, you’re even hotter up close. I wonder what your hands would feel like running up my leg… Or taking off my clothes.

“Great! Well, uh, my cup is suddenly very empty, so I’m gonna go fix that. Over there. Um, yeah—okay, see ya!”

“Hey, wait! Uhh—”

Aaand she’s gone. She definitely left us with a not-so-subtle wink.

“Well, that was… smooth. Sorry about that… She’s been trying to set me up for weeks.”

“Wait, really? She’s been trying to do the same for me. I swear she gets off on playing matchmaker.”

“Yeah, that’s Jen, alright. She says you’re bi too, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“I kinda just came out, which I think is why she’s trying so hard to get me out with someone.”

My cheeks flush a little.

“Oh, no way? I came out about a year ago, but it still feels brand new.”

I lean my elbows against the railing and glance up at the dark sky, just to keep my eyes from constantly looking you up and down.

There’s this quiet confidence about you, an easiness that you seem to grasp like it’s nothing. God, I wish I had that.

I feel myself relaxing more, but I can’t tell if you’re actually attracted to me or if maybe you give everyone that warm, spontaneous smile.

“Hey, so, listen. I, um, I have a confession to make.”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other and give me a look like you’re holding back a secret.

“I’ve seen you before, at the brewery with Jen. And, uh, I’ve always thought you were really hot. Always wanted to say hello, but guess I was too shy.”

“I—wow. Um… thank you? I… I’m sorry, I don’t really know what to say. I don’t think… anyone has ever called me hot to my face.”

“Oh, c’mon, there’s no way.”

“Like maybe once in middle school.”

The air is suddenly thick between us and my body feels light and airy. You shift a little closer to me and I fight the urge to reach out and touch your chest.

Your cologne is heavy in the air around me. Sandalwood… reminds me of that candle I have at home.

Your eyes darken and I feel you looking at my lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah…”

Your arm slides around my waist, pulling me right up against you. I lean into your very solid, very toned chest. I can feel your breath getting harder, your heart beating faster.

Maybe it’s the beer giving me courage, but I push my thigh between your leg and ride it up against your dick.

“Fuck…”

Our kisses grow more urgent. Your stubble grazes against my cheek as you kiss down my neck.

I suddenly don’t care at all that there’s a huge party going on inside. It’s just you and me.

“Do you want to go somewhere more… private?”

“Yeah… Upstairs?”

I really don’t want to go back inside and face knowing looks from Jen and whoever else was in on this little setup.

I look around. We are outside…

“Well, there’s a garden around back.”

Your hand closes around mine and you lead me down onto the grass. Fuck, my body feels like it’s lighting up from inside out. It’s rare that I get this feeling… like all of the constant worry and doubt and fear fades away and all I can see are the small details. The little things that deserve to be admired.

A couple of lengths of string lights wrap around the iron fence. More than half the bulbs are out, but they light up the garden in a dim golden hue.

Your body is suddenly pressed against mine and walking me backward up against a firm brick wall. Your cock is hard—I can feel it as you push up against me. You press your mouth into mine and smile against my lips.

Your kisses are hungry… desperate… Like you’ve been craving this for far longer than just tonight.

The cool air is a shock against my bare chest as you pull off my shirt and toss it onto the antique garden bench beside us.

“I want to make you feel good…”

White hot pleasure shoots through me as you drop to your knees and start undoing my pants.

“Fuck…”

Your hands hover at my hips for a moment and your thumb rolls across the thick black hair beneath my belly button. Then, you slowly slide your hand down to my shaft. You grip it around the base and let your fingers slowly curl around it.

I feel like you know exactly what I want without needing any direction.

I brace myself against the wall and you lean forward to slip your wet lips around the tip.

You pump one hand around my shaft while taking me into your mouth. The other wraps around your own cock, jerking yourself off.

My cock is so fucking hard… God, I can feel it throbbing in your mouth.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah… fuck, yeah…”

You feel… so fucking good… I want you everywhere. All over me. Inside. Out.

You take me deeper, all the way to the back of your throat. Sucking harder…

My fingers tangle into your hair. The way you look at me, so fucking dark and hungry…

You jerk your cock harder, softly twisting around the swollen tip. I love how your moans vibrate against my cock.

I want to be inside you. I want you inside me. Right here.

I thrust my hips harder into your face.

I guide you right to the base and hold you there for a moment.

“I want to fuck you…”

You pull your mouth away and look up at me with those eyes burning with desire. Your lips kiss up my thighs as you slowly get to your feet.

We switch positions, moving with clumsy, desperate steps.

“Want me to put it on you…?”

“Yeah…”

I tremble a little as you roll the condom down my shaft. I place a hand around your neck and pull you forward for a messy kiss.

You break away and turn to face the wall. You put your palms up against the brick and push your ass out to me.

I push my cock between your ass cheeks and tease you, just holding still there for a minute.

“Fuck, I want you inside…”

I push the tip against your asshole and push in just a little.

“I’m so hard for you…”

I push in… inch by inch…

I pull out, almost entirely… And push back in.

Your asshole squeezes so tight around me, milking me as I pull in… and out… It’s getting easier to fuck you as my pre-cum spreads all over my shaft and the lube of condom coats your insides.

“Oh God, you’re so fucking tight… Fuck, you like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, just like that… Yeah, fuck—”

Our bodies writhe against each other. My hips jerk a little as pleasure overwhelms me. Fuck, I… I can’t hold on for very long.

Your hand curls around your cock once again as I fuck you. I hold tight onto your hips and press my forehead against your back.

“Yeah, fuck—don’t stop. Right there, right there—!”

Every muscle in my body tenses… I can’t hold back…

“God, I’m close…”

“Keep going, keep going…”

Slowly, you turn around to face me. Your forehead is glistening with sweat and you laugh, almost in disbelief.

“Mmm, come here.”

“So, I’ve… never done something like that before…”

“What, fucked a stranger at a party?”

“Yeah, guess so.”

“Yeah, well, me neither.”

“Maybe, um, if you want, we could… do this again sometime. But, in a bed. Or on a couch. Or something.”

“I was thinking the same thing. This whole spontaneous public hookup was great, but I think I’d like a little more privacy… a little more time to explore.”

You give me a look that makes my cock twitch as I pull up my pants.

“My place or yours?”