Uncovered

The bed rocked and squeaked and we both moaned and groaned, completely oblivious to the fact that I lived in a fucked up apartment with tissue paper thin walls. The people who lived next to me could probably hear everything we were doing. But I was so in the moment that I didn’t care.

“I’m close,” David told me. That meant that he wanted me to fuck him even harder. I watched my dick go in and out of his ass, and it was just a blur. I was really close to shooting too. I was preparing myself to pull out, as I usually did, but David said, “I want you to cum in me.” It was shocking and exciting to hear him say that. 

“You sure?” I asked.

“Do it,” he ordered.

I gave him about three more very hard thrusts. David clenched his asshole, and then I exploded, busting my nut deep up his ass. The cum just pumped out of me, uncontrollably, like I was feeding gas into a car. Shortly afterward, David released a loud cry, and he shot his load, with my hard dick still rammed up his ass, all over my sheets. Both of our bodies convulsed. I collapsed on top of him, my forehead on his shoulder blades. He was breathing rapidly and still groaning. So was I. Slowly, I pulled my wet, sticky dick out of David’s moist ass. I rested on top of him for a moment or two, and then rolled over. David rolled over on his back. We both stared at my cracked ceiling.

“That was great,” he said, chuckling a little.

“Yeah, it was.”

We just lay there, silent for a while. There was nothing that really needed to be said at the time. The air was still humid and ripe from our fucking. I was too lazy to get up and open the window. I closed my eyes, wiping the sweat off my chest and some of the dried cum on my leg I could smell the rankness of David’s armpits, of his balls, of his ass…of my own balls and pits, and the smell turned me on. For the third time in less than an hour and a half, I was starting to get hard.

“Again?” David asked, laughing. I still had my eyes closed at that moment. His hand circled around my dick and gave it a few rough strokes. “That’s one of the things I miss most about being twenty,” he said. “You can get hard a million times a day.”

“Doesn’t seem like to me that you have a problem with gettin’ hard,” I replied.

David massaged my nut sack. “Yeah, but things are a bit different when you get older. You’ll figure that out.”

Even though he didn’t do it much, I hated when David brought up the age difference between us. Even though he was sixteen years older than me, I didn’t consider that to be a tremendous age difference, and I didn’t see him as being ‘old’ or anything like that. 

“Uh-huh,” I answered.’m not 

David rolled over on his side. I could feel some of his cum rub against my leg. He kissed me below my ear. “How come a sexy boy like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

I kinda tensed up when he asked that question. I tried not to sound so suspicious when I said, “I don’t know.” Vince’s face came to my mind for a second, but I quickly shut it out.

“A guy should be lucky to get the chance to be with you,” David said.

It felt good hearing that come from him. But at the same time it made me feel really self-conscious. Mostly `cause I didn’t think that to be true. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not good-looking, because I am: about five-foot ten, one hundred and sixty five pounds, not too muscular, not too skinny, just a nice swimmer’s build, with a thick nine inch dick. I have the capability of attracting a lot of dudes (and girls if I wanted) with how I look on the outside, but other than that, I don’t really have a lot of luck when it comes to the other parts. 

“Your wife should be lucky too,” I said. I regretted saying that the moment it came out of my mouth. I hadn’t intended to say it. Just like I had tensed up before when David asked me why I didn’t have a boyfriend, David did the same thing. “I shouldn’t have said that,” I said, after about a minute of awkward silence. 

“It’s okay,” David responded. He sounded a bit sullen. “I don’t care if you talk about her.” We both knew that was a lie.

I waited another minute before I asked, “How long have you been married?”

David looked me in the eyes; he looked so beautiful and sad at the same time. “Since I was your age. Since I was twenty.” My heart dropped to my stomach when I heard that. “Long time,” I said. David didn’t respond, he just stared at the ceiling once more. He did say though, a little while later, “Yep. A long time.”

I wanted to ask if he had any kids, but I had already pried into his personal life enough. I didn’t want him to get really defensive on me and decide to go. Even though I know he had to go home at some point, I wanted him to stay for as long as possible with me. I didn’t want to be alone by myself.

“What time is it?” David asked.

“A lit bit after eleven,” I said.

David closed his eyes. “I have to be going home soon…but I don’t want to go.”

I reached out and took his hand. “I don’t want you to go either.”

We shared a look, and I think that David realized at that moment that I was attracted to him far more than just on a physical level. He smiled, and the sadness that had been on his face before melted away, and even more radiant and youthful than he did before. I also felt happier at that moment than I had in a long time…especially since the accident two years ago….

David’s cell phone rang. We were both still looking into each other’s eyes, trying to ignore the ringing, but after five or so rings, David finally answered. “Hello?” he answered.

As soon as he heard the voice of the person on the other end of the line, David’s whole body went rigid again. That brief moment of bliss we just shared vanished, and was replaced by something more ominous.

“Can’t it wait?” David asked. “I’m busy at the moment.”

I couldn’t hear the other person’s voice, so I was sure if was his wife or not. I just looked at him, silent, waiting. 

“Yes, I’ll be there in a little while,” David said, sounding defeated. “I’ll be there soon.” He clicked off the phone. He looked at me, sighed and then slowly got out of the bed. The orange light of the lamp shone on his body, illuminating the sharp, gorgeous muscles of his masculine body. His body looked better than most dudes my age. “Kyle, I have to go,” he said.

“I heard…was that her?” I asked.

David didn’t respond. I watched as he stepped into his white underwear, and into his fancy slacks. He wasn’t even bothering to stay long enough to shower. He put on his shirt and buttoned it up quickly. Once he had his shoes on and his tie adjusted, David turned and looked at me. His gorgeous face was covered in shadows, but I could still see his piercing brown eyes clearly. “I’ll call you soon.” He told me.

It was something in the way that he said that made me not believe him. David put on his suit jacket and buttoned it up. I wanted to tell him to stay, but it would’ve been a waste of time…even if he did want to stay. So instead I watched him open the door to my bedroom and say, “I’ll see you later, Kyle.” There was something so final in the way that he said my name that it really bothered me. 

“See you later,” I said back. David stepped out of my room and closed the door behind him. I heard him open and close the front door, moments later. 

I was alone. The bed, which had been so warm and soft before, suddenly felt so cold and hard—and I felt the same way. My dick, which had been rock hard before David left, slowly deflated until I was completely soft. The room however, was still thick with heat. Reluctantly, I got of the bed, as slow as a zombie, and sauntered over to the window. I pulled it opened and looked out onto the warm night street. I saw David walk toward his Mercedes Benz, which was parked across the street from my apartment building. 

Before he got inside, he turned and looked toward my bedroom window. He must’ve seen me watching him, but he gave no indication that he did. He just got inside. David didn’t start the car immediately like I thought he would. It took five minutes for him to start the engine and switch on the headlights. I wondered what he had been thinking in those five minutes. I wondered if he had been thinking about me and what we had just done…if he felt remorseful about it….or if he was thinking about something else all together, something I didn’t know about it…regardless of what it was, David finally pulled off and drove away. When his car was out of sight, I closed the window, and returned to my bed. I could still smell him in the air. And that was all right. 

To be continued...