When Treston had sucked Jake to the point of tasting him, and the head of Jake’s dick began to expand, Jake reached down between his legs with both hands and held Treston’s face. He took a deep breath and said, “I have condoms, man.”
With half of Jake’s dick still in his mouth, Treston nodded. Then he slowly moved his head away from Jake’s crotch. Before he stood up, he sent Jake an upward glance and kissed his dick one last time. For some reason Treston had never understood, some men love to have their dicks worshipped, and Jake was one of them. Treston had never felt that way about his own dick. He liked it, and he didn’t have any complaints. But he’d never expected anyone to worship it either.
While Jake put on the condom, Treston leaned forward over the metal desk this time and spread his legs. A moment later, he grabbed the edge of the desk and spread his legs wider when Jake’s hand touched the bottom of his ass. Although the condom was pre-lubricated, Jake took a little extra time before he mounted him. He wet his middle finger with saliva and gently inserted it in a way that made the lips of Treston’s anus respond with sensations that didn’t usually happen until later. Treston lifted his bottom higher and stood on his tiptoes without saying a word. When he did this, Jake must have sensed his positive response and he shoved his finger all the way in and moved it around a few times.
Right before Jake mounted, he held Treston’s hips and said, “This is going to sound dumb, but I can’t believe I’m doing this to you right now. I can’t stop thinking about the ping-pong balls, man. I’ve tapped ass before with chicks, but never with a dude who stuck a ping-pong ball shooter up his ass.”
Treston stood higher on his tiptoes and wiggled his ass a few times. “To bad I didn’t know. I would have brought the ping-pong balls with me and given you a private show.”
After Treston said this, Jake held his hips tighter and he started to breathe heavier. Then he entered and Treston’s head went back. “You’re really a sweet guy,” Jake said, and started moving his pelvis. “I thought you’d have a bad attitude like a lot of the hot guys who strip. But you’re nothing like that at all.”
By that time Treston’s mouth was open and he didn’t care about anything but getting fucked. Oh, he knew this was his one big downfall in life: he liked men. He swore to himself he would work on this. At least he knew he wouldn’t fall in love with Jake, and this would just be a quick encounter that meant nothing to him. But this didn’t mean he had to ignore the fact he liked everything Jake was doing to him at that moment, both physically and emotionally. If liking men and dick were his worst flaws in life, he figured he might be one of the lucky ones because at least he actually knew what he did like. From what he could see, most people didn’t.
After they came and Jake pulled out, Jake asked if he could keep Treston’s see-through thong. They both knew they would probably never see each other again, so that wasn’t an issue. If they did, it would be with Treston on stage and Jake in the audience. Treston slipped the thong over Jake’s head, let it dangle from his neck, and said, “Happy birthday, handsome.” He kissed him on the lips. “I hope you’ll remember your thirtieth birthday for a very long time.”
Jake gave him a big hug and said, “Oh, you can count on it. And thanks for being so cool about me being bisexual.”
Treston reached down to squeeze his balls one more time before they got dressed. “I don’t understand.”
Jake reached around to rub Treston’s ass one more time before they got dressed. “Straight guys treat bisexuals like they’re gay, and gay guys treat bisexuals like they’re afraid to come out of the closet and really be gay. And I really am bisexual. I really do like both men and women. A lot of people don’t get it.”
“I just think you’re a great guy,” Treston said, then turned and walked to the other side of the desk to put on his clothes.
When they were both dressed, Treston heard someone moving around outside Jake’s office. He glanced at a clock on Jake’s wall and saw it was twelve fifteen. “I can’t believe we’ve been in here all this time.” The last time he’d read the clock, it had been a little after eight in the morning.
“I can’t either,” Jake said. “When you go out I’ll just tell Sally you were here for an interview. She’s the receptionist and I’d rather she didn’t know what just happened. You know how it is, buddy.”
“Sure, buddy,” Treston said. “No problem.” He didn’t emphasize the word “buddy” to be sarcastic. He thought it was both sexy and cute when straight guys did it.
“But I am going to call my buddy Joe and thank him for hiring you,” Jake said. “This was freaking awesome.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out cash. “I’d like to give you something a little extra.”
Treston smiled and said, “No, I couldn’t take it. But thanks for offering.” He almost told him the truth, that this Joe guy hadn’t hired him. But then he thought about how surprised Jake would be when he found out Treston hadn’t done this for money and he’d really wanted to do it. He had a feeling it might have made Jake feel awkward or weird. So he kissed him goodbye and turned toward the door. Before he unlocked it and left he said, “Say hi to Joe for me.”
When he reached the street, he decided to walk a few blocks north to a little erotic boutique where they sold sexy underwear. So much for getting a real job in the real world. He couldn’t even show up for a job on a cheesy used-car lot without being recognized as the male stripper who shot ping-pong balls out of his ass. He had mixed emotions about this and he wasn’t sure how he would feel two hours from now. On the one hand, it was nice to be recognized for doing something unique, and shooting ping-pong balls out of your ass wasn’t something everyone did. And having sex with a guy like Jake had not been a bad experience. Treston’s entire body was still tingling all over. But on the other hand, Treston had no idea what would become of him or what his future would be like. At that point he wasn’t so sure he could change and started to have second thoughts about all the things he’d been planning for the future. He dreaded how he’d feel later that night: like a loser with no prospects for a decent future.
As he crossed the street, he heard a horn honk. When he glanced to the right he saw Cooper Boon pull up to the curb in front of him. Cooper jumped out of the park ranger truck and smiled. “I thought it was you. I’m on my way to work. Can I give you a lift?”