He was fast, in the way that young men sometimes are.
He called me from the front hall. I brought him upstairs, offered him some water. While he was still sipping from the glass he slipped a hand up under my shirt. I kissed him, tasting the water still in his mouth, feeling the coolness left from it. I took the glass, put it down, he pulled off my shirt, ran his hands over my chest in a cursory manner, immediately slid to the button on my jeans and began to pull them down as I kicked off my shoes.
“You have two pieces of metal,” he said, groping me through the jock. “Ayuh,” I replied. Off came his shirt. A quick glance at his nipple piercing, a warning that it was new, a promise to leave it be, and off came his pants and underwear. My jock quickly followed and he pulled me to him.
We made out on the couch, and he quickly established that he wanted to top. I was amenable, and after more groping and furtive, restless kisses, I had to insist that we retire to the bedroom where the supplies were.
A brief bit of wrestling, and he was behind me while I was on my knees. I wrapped him up, slicked us both up, and in he went. Arching backwards, I sought some connection of skin to skin, and he had me roll over on my back. From there I wrapped my legs around him as he hammered in and out, rabbit-like in his hurry. More kisses, a few moans, and his eyes began to roll back. As he came, I grabbed myself and jerked. Once, twice, three times and I erupted as well.
After I settled down he apologized for being so fast. “It’s been a while,” he whispered. “I’m not complaining,” I replied, smiling and gesturing at the evidence of my satisfaction that now lay upon my stomach.
“Can I use your shower?”
“Certainly, let me get you a towel.”
As the water ran I slipped back into underwear and my jeans. My socks had never made it off my feet, there was simply no time for it.
As he dressed, he mused about dinner and that we lived pretty close, a mere 20 blocks or so. “A quick bike ride, then,” I said. “Yeah.”
And with that, he was out the door, wandering back to his car. Time elapsed from when he called me to let him into the building: 25 minutes.
