3: A Bed Like This

He smiled that beautiful pearly smile, and I gave him one in return. He scooted over close to me, and I rested my head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

“I’ve seen you before,” he admitted. “A few times at parties. You’re always the center of attention.”

“I wish you’d have said hello.”

“Not me. I’m shy.”

I laughed out loud. “You grabbed me in the men’s room at the Balinese trailer and kissed me like your life depended on it. That’s not shy.”

“But we’d already spoken. At the Publix and at the party. I knew you were interested.”

His right hand -- attached to the arm that was wrapped around my back -- began tickling my right nipple. At first just the very tip of his index finger grazed the nub; then he increased the pressure, and I responded. Then his left hand did the same with my left nipple. When both were tough little buds, I twisted out of his grasp and turned to face him.

We kissed again, lying there on the plush white carpet, our clothes and the wet washcloths scattered around us. That first flush of animal passion had faded, and in its place was growing something stronger, something I hadn’t felt with many guys before.

I pulled away from his lips and kissed his collarbone. His back arched, and his neck tilted back. I began slowly kissing my way down his chest, but I hadn’t gotten more than halfway when he grasped my head in his hands and pulled me off. “I have a bed, you know,” he said.

“Really?” I looked up into his eyes and smiled.

“Yes.” He smiled back. “Let me show it to you.” He stood up, pulling me with him, and put his hands around my waist, then directed me down a hallway lined with framed photos of modern-day Havana.

“Did you take these?” They were gorgeous sun-washed images, colors so vibrant that it was like looking through a window rather than at a photo.

“I go once a year on an exchange program. I help build houses in poor neighborhoods, and in my spare time I take pictures. But come, let me demonstrate my other hobby to you. You can look at the photos later.”

I turned my head and kissed his cheek, just for a moment; then we continued into the bedroom. French doors that opened onto a broad balcony ran the length of the spacious room. The centerpiece was a king-size sleigh bed, made of mahogany, with the rolled ends on the headboard and footboard that made it seem like you were in a magical carriage.

I stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted a bed like this.”

“Funny, I’ve always wanted a man like you in this bed with me.”

I turned around to face him, and we kissed, our bodies nestling together. He was an inch or two taller than I was, perhaps six-three to my six-one, but we fit together well. I have a good body -- not the greatest, because I refuse to get up before noon, and my only exercise is with an amateur swim club I belong to, but my metabolism is fast, and I don’t have any fat where it matters. I’m slim and mostly hairless, just tufts under my arms and around my groin. While not as muscular as Javier, my body was still a man’s, with strong calves and thighs, flat stomach, and rounded biceps.

Javier seemed to like it. He kept roaming his hands over me, nuzzling my shoulders, pressing his dick -- hard again now like mine -- against me. Gradually we made our way to the bed, which was elevated by short legs and a pillow-top mattress. The whole thing was covered by a duvet patterned with palm trees and tropical haciendas.

I turned and bent over the bed, presenting him with my ass, and he knew what to do. He opened the drawer in a side table, removed lube and a condom, and suited up his dick. Then I heard a plop noise as he squirted some lube onto his finger. He began running his finger up and down my ass crack.

The lube was cold, and I shivered, but quickly all I felt back there was warmth and desire. First one finger penetrated me, then two. And then -- his dick.

I had never felt so full, so complete, so loved. His dick up my ass was everything I dreamed a man could give me. Then he began fucking me, slowly at first, then harder, with longer strokes, and I knew there was more to love than I had even dreamed of.

“Mi amor, mi corazón, mi cielo,” he murmured, caressing my body with his work-roughened hands as his dick plowed my ass. I didn’t need a dictionary to know he was calling me his love, his heart, his sky. I wanted to say the same things back to him, but I couldn’t speak; I was absorbed in the act of receiving his love.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. All I know is that it seemed to lock in something that had begun when our eyes met over the stargazer lilies at Publix. He alternated a rhythm of long, slow strokes with a hard, fast pistoning, and then he made a noise that was half a cry of passion and half a scream of pain, and the movement stopped. He slumped against me for a moment -- his smooth, hard body resting against mine -- and then he pulled back.

I climbed up on the bed and lay on my back, facing him. My dick stood at attention. I expected him to get on the bed with me and blow me again -- but he had other ideas. He pulled another condom out of the drawer and rolled it down over my dick, then squirted some lube on his fingers.

Facing me, he lowered his hand to his ass. Not breaking eye contact with me, he began lubing his own hole as I watched. It was an incredibly erotic experience -- watching him prepare for me. I expected he’d want me to stand and fuck him over the bed, as he’d done to me, but when I went to get up, he pushed me back down.

Then he climbed on the bed and straddled me. Again, facing me, our eyes focused only on each other, he slowly lowered himself onto my dick. The awesome muscles in his thighs and calves contracted and expanded as he moved up and down over me. Then, with me inside him, he slowly leaned forward to kiss me, balancing his hands on my shoulders.

The muscles of his ass worked my dick like none I’d ever experienced. All too quickly, I felt myself building toward climax. I usually close my eyes, focusing only on my dick -- but this time I kept my eyes open, locked on Javier. The feeling of connection was incredible, as if we were two parts of the same person. My body shuddered, I began to pant, and then in a massive spurt my cum began to fill the condom’s reservoir. Javier leaned forward, and we kissed, and I felt like he was transferring a life force back into me.

I closed my eyes after he’d pulled out of me and left the bedroom. What a wild day it had been, from the drama of the ruined flower arrangements to my flirtation with Javier at the Publix, through all the steps that had brought me here to his bed. And looking at the clock, I could see it was barely midnight. For me, the night was just beginning.

I was wondering which club Javier would want to head out to when he returned with fresh washcloths and two snifters of golden brandy on a glass tray. He cleaned himself and me, then got into bed next to me as we sipped the snifters. “Vlad is having an after-party at Privé,” I said. “Do you want to go over there?”

He laughed. “This is already past my bedtime. I have to be on-site at seven thirty. Will you spend the night with me?”

I considered, for just a moment. The crowd, the fun, the bar, the dancing. All the wild night life that waited for me. It didn’t take more than that to roll over, snuggle up to Javier, and say, “I thought you’d never ask.”