The New Guy

“I want you so much.” He whispered. He pulled his hands from my shorts and stepped away from me. “I want to see you, all of you.”

He reached out, gripped the waistband of my shorts and slowly pushed them down my thighs. My hard shaft sprang free and slapped loudly against my belly. He bent and pushed my shorts down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He nuzzled my crotch with his face and the warmth of his breath on my swollen shaft made me quiver with anticipation. He lightly kissed the side of my pulsing rod and then straightened and stepped back. His gaze took in my nakedness, lingering on my throbbing cock, which stood out from my body at a slightly curved upward angle. I was so hard that my generous foreskin had retracted back completely.

“You are so hot.” He whispered huskily. He quickly pushed his own shorts down and stepped out of them and kicked them aside. His cock, hard, swollen and pulsing rhythmically stood out from his pubic hair invitingly. Long and cut, it was quite magnificent. He moved closer to me and reached down and gripped my rod in his fist. He slowly moved his hand up it and the foreskin popped over my helmet and a squirt of pre-come shot out of me. He quickly bent and licked it up with his tongue. The heat of his wet mouth on me made me shudder uncontrollably and I groaned softly. Then he was down on his knees in front of me and his mouth was all over me.

He nuzzled my balls with his nose and then ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft and then I felt the hot wet warmth of his mouth envelope me. I gasped and slumped back against the wall, my hands on his head. He slowly moved his mouth up and down me and in seconds, because I was so excited, I could feel that familiar build up in my groin.
“Stop, Julian . . !” I gasped. “I’m . . oh God . . stop!”

He slowly pulled his mouth off me, milked my cock with his fist and licked up the stream of pre-come that squirted out. Then he carefully took my foreskin between his teeth and nibbled at it and I shuddered with pleasure. Then he released me, stood up, took my hand and led me to the bed. He gently pushed me down and lay next to me. I reached out and stroked the hair on his chest and then ran my hand down to his groin. I gripped his wonderful rod in my fist and stroked him slowly. He thrust his hips up and groaned softly. He was incredibly wet and I could feel his slickness running over my fingers.

I couldn’t wait anymore, so I swung around and quickly slid my mouth over his throbbing, very hard shaft. He tasted heavenly, sweet and wonderfully slippery. His cock pulsed hotly in my mouth as I sucked him to the back of my throat. I nuzzled my nose in his dense pubic bush, delighting at the feel of his thick shaft filling my mouth. He pushed his hands into my hair and gripped my head, his pelvis shuddering uncontrollably. He thrust his hips up into my face slowly with long strong strokes and his rod, slick and pulsing slid in and out of my mouth wetly. Then his hips spasmed and he gasped. He quickly pulled my head from his cock and sat up.

“Stop . . !” He breathed. “Bastian . . stop . .!”

He kissed me slowly, his tongue twisting around mine sensuously. His fist closed around my shaft again and he slowly stroked me. He withdrew from my lips, his eyes on mine, dark maroon with desire.
“You’ve got me so hot, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last for too long.” I breathed. He smiled slowly.
“That’s okay.” He sighed. “We’ve got all night.”

“Please tell me you’re one of those guys that can go several times in one night.” I said huskily.
“I am.” He said with a grin. “I hope you’re able to keep up!”
Then he bent down and sucked my cock back into his mouth. I swiveled around and I greedily did the same to him. He slipped his mouth off me long enough to whisper.

“I can’t hold out much longer . . !” He gasped. “Let’s get it over with quickly then we can relax and really enjoy each-other.”

I moaned my agreement over his pulsing shaft and then I felt his hot mouth on my rod again. In seconds, I was at bursting point and I groaned loudly to let him know. He moaned in reply and thrust his cock deep into my mouth and then I felt it spasm and then the hot flood of his juices hit the back of my throat. I exploded at the feel of it and he hungrily sucked my milky flood from me with small moans of delight. I was hard put to keep up with his stream and I swallowed quickly.

He tasted wonderfully hot and creamy with a slight hint of lemon.
Then it was over and we slowly sank back onto the bed. He sighed heavily, his body shuddering slightly at the intensity of it. I swung around and lay facing him. He opened his eyes and smiled. He moved closer to me and kissed me softly and I could taste myself on his tongue.
“Who’d have thought that this would happen on our first date.” He said with a laugh.

“It wasn’t a date!” I said adamantly. “I was just being . . friendly.”
“Really?” He grinned. “So do you treat all your friends like this? Nice friend you are!”
“Stop it!” I said. “Tonight is an exception. The circumstances are . . unusual.”

He slowly stroked my chest, his hand light and gentle. I reached up and lightly ran my fingers down his face and along his jaw-line. He sighed heavily and his eyes grew serious.
“Bastian.” He began. I liked the way the diminutive of my name sounded on his lips. “I’m hoping that this is not a one night stand kind of thing.” He paused and sighed heavily. “What I’m trying to say is that I would really like to see you again after tonight, on a more . . permanent basis.”

I laughed softly. His fingers teased my nipple to a hard sharp point.
“Well considering that we both work in the same office, I think that that is highly possible.” I said as I traced the line of his wonderful nose with a finger-tip. I marveled at how that incredible little bump on the bridge felt.
He sighed again.

“Don’t be obtuse.” He said. “You know exactly what I mean.”
His hand wandered down to my belly and paused while he explored my navel with his finger-tip. Then it continued on down to my groin, where he let his fingers weave into my pubic hair.

I did know what he meant. I was prevaricating because I was trying to get my emotions in check. I liked him, yes; but did I want a long term relationship with him? This was a difficult question for me to answer right now. What was happening between us was all very new and as far as I was concerned it was all going a little too fast for my liking. I had been in a relationship that had lasted for a couple of years and it had turned out really bad so I was a little wary of committing myself to yet another one.

I had dated several guys in the interim but nothing had come of it. I studied his face carefully while he watched me with a small smile. He was handsome and judging by the last couple of hours we’d spent together, a really nice guy. I made a decision, one that I hoped would be the right one.

“Yes.” I said carefully. “I do know what you mean, but I’m still a little confused by what’s happening tonight and I don’t know where to go from here.
“Okay.” He said. “I’ll make it easier for you. Why don’t we date for a while, you know, go out together; get to know one another and then we can talk about it at a later stage.”

I thought about this for a moment and then relented. What harm could there be in it.
“Yes okay.” I said at last. “I’d like that.”

I moved closer to him and sniffed at the skin on his shoulder. He smelled gloriously masculine and wild along with a faint hint of the cologne he was wearing. He smiled and then pulled me into his arms and kissed me. The hours after that were filled with passion, delight and wonder. 

*** Breakfast and Lisa.

I awoke with a start with the bed sheets tangled around my naked legs. I sat up and looked around, a little disorientated. I quickly gathered my wits and glanced down at the rumpled sheets beside me. I was alone in the bed. Had I dreamed what had happened last night? Had Julian actually been here or had I imagined it? There was no indication that he’d been in my room at all. I jumped out of bed and quickly threw on a pair of clean shorts.

As I ran down the stairs, the smell of freshly made coffee hit me. I tore into the living room and skidded to a halt. Lisa was sitting at the table sipping a mug of coffee. She’d obviously let herself in. We’d exchanged apartment keys after the time I had to break her door down to get to her because she was so ill that she couldn’t move. She looked up as I clattered to a clumsy stop.

“Oh hi!” She said breezily. “Did you . . um . . sleep well?”
“Er . . yeah I did, thanks.” I answered distractedly, my eyes darting around the room quickly.
Lisa put her coffee down and turned in her chair to face me.

“Well well well!” she said with a smirk. “Look at you, you sneaky, conniving son of a gun!”
“What?” I said, my eyes doing another quick circuit of the room. Julian was no-where to be seen. I must have dreamed it all.
“Lost something?” She asked wickedly.
“Er . . no.” I said airily.

She stood up and minced saucily up to me. Her eyes roaming up and down my half naked body.
“You know Bastian, I always thought you were really hot; very sexy!” She said. “If I was gay, I would have had you a long time ago.”

I stared at her. What the hell was she playing at?
“Sweetie, if you were gay then you’d be a lesbian and would have no interest in me whatsoever.” I said viciously.
“Sadly, you’re right!” She grinned.

She sauntered back to the table and sat down.
“He’s in the bathroom.” She said smugly. “If you’re interested, of course.”
“Who?” I asked stupidly.

“Don’t play games with me! He didn’t want to disturb you so he left you sleeping.” She said. “Which brings me to the fact that you lied to me last night. He was here when I called!” She paused and shrugged. “But that’s okay, I understand your motives. Anyway, he left you sleeping and came down here and then I arrived and he made me breakfast. May I just say that a hunky, hairy man dressed only in a pair of tiny shorts making breakfast for me has certainly made my decade.”
“He made you . . ?” I said and paused, confused.

“Yes, he made me breakfast! I take it you had a really good night.” She said matter of factly. I flushed at the mental image of Julian lying sprawled naked on his back across my bed, his eight inch cock sticking straight up in the air, his milky juices running down it’s throbbing thickness.
“Hmm . . !” Lisa smirked at the sight of my blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I guess you did!”
“Lisie, will you stop it and tell me what’s going on.” I said.

“I just did.” She said impatiently. “You were sleeping, he came down here, I arrived, he made breakfast and here we are. Wake up, for God’s sake!”
Just then the bathroom door opened and Julian came out. I turned to face him. He looked incredibly sexy dressed only in a pair of my shorts.
“Hi!” He said airily. “Are you hungry?”

He came to me and quickly kissed me on the cheek.
“You look . . yummy!” He said, gave my butt a squeeze and then ambled through to the kitchen. I watched him disappear, open mouthed.

I sat down at the table and within minutes, he came out of the kitchen and placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.
“Eat up!” He said and sat down opposite me. “Before it gets cold.”

He grinned at me and then tucked into his breakfast. Lisa sipped at her coffee, her eyes going from me to Julian and back again. I picked up a fork and started to eat slowly.
“I’ve brought Lisa up to speed with what’s going on.” Julian said. “And I’ve asked her not to mention any of it at the office yet.”
“I won’t, I promise.” Lisa said.

I put my fork down.
“Um . . when you say ‘up to speed’, just how far up to speed do you mean?” I asked.
“Everything.” He answered airily.
“Everything?” I said warily.

Julian nodded and smiled beguilingly.
“Bastian honey.” Lisa put in. “He means that he’s told me every little sordid detail. It made quite interesting listening, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Julian . . !” I began but he put his hand up and stopped me.

“Bastian, she’s your best friend and she has a right to know what’s going on.” Julian said. “It’s better this way because there’ll be no awkward questions and no wild guessing on her part. Besides, I had to explain why I was standing in the kitchen dressed like this when she arrived. By the way, I hope you don’t mind but I had to borrow these shorts from you. Mine were a little . . mucky.”
Lisa snorted and I glared at her.

“It’s fine.” I said distractedly, still trying to bring myself up to date with what was going on.
Julian finished his breakfast and leaned back in his chair. He smiled at me, his dimples flashed seductively.
“So, Bastian.” He began. “What are we going to do on our second date?”
“Last night wasn’t a date!” I insisted. Julian turned to Lisa and laughed.

“He’s in denial.” He said to her. “He adamantly refuses to acknowledge that last night was a date.”
“It wasn’t!” I said forcefully. “It was just a friendly invitation.”
“Sounds like a date to me.” Lisa said. I glared at her.
“Whose side are you on?” I asked.

“Actually, Julian’s.” She replied with a smirk. “I think he’s done you a huge favor. It’s about time you got laid.”
I flushed and Julian burst out laughing.
“Will you guys just quit it already.” I said. “I’m finding all of this just a little . . embarrassing.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Julian laughed. “Seems pretty straight forward to me. We ate dinner, we slept together and now we’re having breakfast!”

Finally, their light hearted humor got to me and I realized that I was being a little silly.
“Okay guys, you win.” I said.
“Well, I’ve got a few things I need to do this morning so I’ve got to go.” Julian said and stood up. “Bastian, I’ll pick you up later, say around sixish?”
“What makes you think that I want to go out with you again?” I asked, a little taken aback by his audacity.

“You do and you will.” He said and turned and bounded up the stairs.
I turned to Lisa, who was watching me, her face now serious. She leaned forward over the table and took my hand.

“Bastian honey, you’re my friend, my best friend and I only want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy and I honestly think he’ll be good for you.” She said.
“You really think so?” I asked. She nodded.
“I do.” She said. “And you want to know something else? He loves you.”
“And how do you know that?” I asked a little stunned.

“I’m a woman, for God’s sake.” She said. “Women can sense these things and that man is very much in love with you. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. I think you’d be a fool to throw that away.”
“Lisa, you know how scared I am of getting involved again. What happened with Michael has put me off . . !”
“Michael is an ass!” She said cutting me off. “And he never looked at you like that man upstairs does. Michael used you and you were idiot enough to let him.”
“I know, I know.” I said. “But still . . !”

“Bastian.” Lisa said patiently. “Give it a chance, give him a chance.”
I looked at the stairs where Julian had disappeared and thought about it for a moment. She was right. Michael had used me and I had lived to regret ever meeting him. But not all men were like him and I could only hope that Julian, the man that according to Lisa, loved me, was not another Michael.

*** A Dark Cloud.

Lisa and I spent the afternoon at the local flea market as was our usual custom. And just as is Lisa’s character, she would not let what happened between Julian and I go. She’d spent most of the afternoon in a mild agitated state and I knew that sooner or later, she would come out with what was worrying her. It was much later in the afternoon that she finally said something. We were looking at a pile of odd bits of china on a table where I was particularly interested in a cracked Royal Dalton plate. Apart from a small hairline crack on one edge and a couple of small chips, it was in pretty good condition.

“Don’t you have enough plates already?” Lisa asked, eyeing the plate dubiously.
“Lisa, I collect them.” I reminded her. “And this is a pattern that I don’t have.”
“Oh!” She sighed. She looked around the market slowly and I immediately knew that she was getting ready to tackle me about something.

“Julian might not like your plate collection.” She said offhandedly.
“Whether he likes it or not is irrelevant right now.” I said, girding my loins for what I knew was going to be a lengthy discussion. That was Lisa.
“Yes, but what if he moves in with you or you move into his place.” She said carefully. “He might not take to having a load of dusty old plates hanging about.”

I put the plate down and looked at her. She was fidgeting and I knew that she had something she wanted to get off her chest. This was her pre-amble.
“Lisie.” I began. “One; I have no intention of moving in with him at this point and I hardly think he wants to move in with me. For God’s sake, we had one date, if you can call it that and he’s promised to take things slow for the time being. Besides, I would never live in his place. It’s quite horrible.”

“So you’ve been into his apartment then?” She asked.
“No, but he lives in a high-rise glass and concrete lump that you wouldn’t catch me dead in.” I said adamantly.

“Oh!” She said and was silent. I waited patiently because I knew that she was nowhere near finished. She took a deep breath and continued.
“But you might move in together some day.” She said.

“Maybe.” I said in a non-committal voice. “And if and when that happens, then we’ll discuss plate collections.”
She turned away and picked up the Royal Dalton plate and turned it over in her hands. I waited again for I knew she was not yet finished.

“You know, he really is a nice guy.” She said.
“Yes, so you’ve said, several times.”
“And really good looking.” She continued.
“Yes, I’ll grant you that.”
“And you two make such a cute couple.” She said.
“Yes, I suppose we do.”

She put the plate down carefully and faced me. She took my hands in hers. I knew that she was getting to the crux of the matter.
“Sweetie.” She began. “I love you and I want you to be happy. Julian is so right for you and I don’t want to see you throw this away.”
“Okay.” I said carefully.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’ve seen how you’ve thrown your chances for happiness out the window before. For example, there was that nice fellow Jonathan that you met after you quit Michael. You dated him a few times and then you just tossed him aside like some piece of garbage. The same thing happened with Steven and then after him, George.

All these guys were great guys and you just threw them over. Since you broke up with Michael, you seem to have got into a routine; date ‘em a couple of times and then dump ‘em”
I took a deep breath and sighed. Although Lisa and I were very close, there were certain things that I kept from her. Now, I guess was the time to enlighten her.

“Lisie.” I said. “What you don’t know is that Jonathan was manipulative and very, very possessive, Steven was a slut and I caught him in my bed with another guy. As for George, I don’t want to go there but let’s just say that in the sack, he was . . kinky, weird kinky. Certainly not my type of kinky if you know what I mean.”

“Oh!” She said, her eyes wide.
“So, as you can see, I seem to attract the weirdos.”
“Yes but Julian’s not a weirdo.” She said. “I can feel it in my bones.”
“Maybe, but your bones have been wrong before now.” I said with a smile.

“All I’m asking is that you give it a chance . . give him a chance.” She finished.
“Okay.” I answered shortly.
“And don’t muck it up.” She said.
“Okay.”

I bought the plate and as it was nearing five-thirty, we made our way back to my apartment.

I unlocked my door and walked in and there, sitting calmly on my couch flipping through a magazine, was the last person I expected to see; Michael. I stopped dead and my heart sank. Of all the times he had to turn up, now was the most inconvenient. I was expecting Julian in about twenty minutes and I still had to get ready.