Finally, my trick returned to release me from his bedroom, which had become my hiding spot. “Okay, the coast is clear,” he whispered. He lead me to the apartment door (fortuitously positioned near the bedroom), opened it for me, and whispered a quick “thanks”. Whether he was thanking me for the fun we’d had, or for leaving so quietly and quickly, I’m not sure. I turned back to say thanks as well, but as I did, the door closed quietly in my face before I could utter a word. And so I did another about-face and turned to leave the building. It was an unexpected ending to an unexpected hook up.
Rewind by forty-five minutes. The first character is this story is me at age twenty-seven. The place: New York City. It’s a bright, mid-week afternoon and I’m heading down Broadway towards Citibank. As I approach the Citibank doors, out comes a handsome stranger, about my age, with sandy-colored and curly hair. We notice each other and The Cruise begins: Our pace slows and we make eye contact. We pass each other and I head for the bank’s doors, but turn to look back. He has cleverly headed to a pay phone and picked up the phone as if to make a call. But he is not making a call. Our eyes lock once more and his grin at me tells me that he will wait for me at the pay phone until I finish my business in the bank and return to him. This non-verbal interaction took eight seconds. God, we’re good.
When I exit Citibank, I see that he is still holding the phone. As I pass, we lock eyes and he hangs up. We fall into step with each other and now shyly smile at each other. “ Hey” I say, and he responds with “Hey”. “What you up to?” he asks. “Not too much,” I reply. And with that, we are headed to his place which he tells me is nearby.
Once inside his apartment, we head to the bedroom, and he is on his knees. My cock is released from my jeans and he goes to town on it. My fingers comb through the gorgeous curls on his head and he expertly gives me head. He’s working it as if my cock owes him money. He hasn’t released his own cock from his pants and I ask him if I can give him a hand too – fair is fair. But he looks up at me and smiles and says he’s doing just fine. So I relax and let myself be served. I’m a man in my prime, and a beautiful man whom I’ve just met wants to take me in his mouth. I don’t yet know his name, but who’s paying attention to details at this point?
I’m ready to cum, and I tell him so. Will he take it in his mouth, or let the cum fall to the floor? I don’t remember which option he chose, I just remember the flood of pleasure mixed with guilt, since he’s done all the work, and I’ve just lain there and been served. Is this how he likes it though?
When I return to earth after the orgasm, we look at each other and smile. He is really beautiful and we sort of laugh, partly because we’ve been so daring, and partly because we are thinking “what now?” And that’s when we hear the lock to the apartment door click and the door open.
“Hey Paul, I’m hooooome!” a female voice sings. “Are you here?” My trick (so his name is Paul, is it?) drops his smile and a look of terror takes its place. I know instinctively not to say a word. “I’m in my room, just changing, be right out!” he bellows. He pleadingly looks at me and places a finger to his lips, but I don’t need to be told to keep quiet. He leaves me in the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and I hear “Hey Claudette, what are you doing home so early?”
With an overly dramatic flair, I decide that this is how Anne Frank felt hiding in the attic and wait until Paul eventually finds some way to release me. He returns shortly. “The coast is clear.” His friend Claudette (roommate? wife? sister?) is chattering from another room as a frazzled Paul fumbles me to the door, opens it and with a quick “thanks”, gently pushes me out. A narrow escape, but I’m out. Dear Lord, I hope I didn’t drop my wallet inside. I check and see that I have everything I came with and turn to go. When I get back onto the street, the sun is still out, and New Yorkers are still scurrying everywhere. Nothing stopped while I was playing Anne Frank. And so I blend in with the crowd on the street and continue on my path uptown on Broadway.