Luis closed his eyes and clenched his fists. While he sat on Jase, waiting for the initial discomfort to subside, Jase reached down and grabbed Luis’s hips. He stroked them and squeezed them gently, marveling at how soft and firm they were at the same time. Jase had never entered anyone this tight, this soft, or this warm.
A moment later, Luis opened his eyes and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around Jase’s shoulders and laced his fingers behind Jase’s neck. When he started to ride up and down so the shaft would slide all the way in and all the way out of his body, he kissed Jase so hard their teeth clicked together.
A minute after that, while they continued to kiss, Jase started to buck his hips with the same rhythm Luis was using to ride him. Jase squeezed Luis’s hips harder with his strong hands and forced Luis’s ass to go up and down faster. Their bodies slapped together; their tongues tightened and locked. When Jase couldn’t hold back a minute longer, he moaned, with his tongue deep inside Luis’s mouth, and filled the condom with three days’ worth of come. It was such a big load and such an intense climax, he actually felt the sensation in his toes.
Luis sat up and smiled. He adjusted his hips, forcing Jase to remain deep inside his body, and nodded to his own erection. “Touch me now. Jack me off while you’re still deep inside me.”
He whispered this; it was a request, not an order.
When Jase reached for Luis’s erection and milked it, Luis closed his eyes and lifted his arms in the air. By the time he sucked in his stomach and arched his back, he came all over Jase’s stomach with one thick stream.
Then he lowered his arms and adjusted his hips. He bent down and gave Jase a peck on the lips. “Was it okay?” he asked. “I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s first time being awful. That would kill me.” His voice was a low stage whisper now; he was still breathing heavily and his lips were still puffy.
Jase slapped Luis’s ass gently and said, “It was great. I’m still enjoying it.” He was still inside Luis’s body and his dick was overly sensitive.
“Was it okay that we didn’t come together?”
Jase massaged Luis’s ass; he couldn’t keep his hands away from it. “Hell, we both came within minutes of each other. Who cares whether or not we came together?”
Luis sighed and rested his cheek on Jase’s chest. “I’m glad you feel that way,” he said.
“I’m always reading about how important it is to come at the same time, gay or straight. But I never thought it was realistic. That puts too much pressure on both people. And there shouldn’t be any pressure when two people are making love.”
“Can we do this again tonight?” Jase asked. Though he never would have said this aloud, he couldn’t wait to bend Luis over the bed and fuck him doggie style. He’d been fantasizing about doing this to Luis for a while.
Luis sat up and wiggled his hips. “I suppose we can. But we’re not going to make a habit of it. We’re still just good friends. Are we clear on this?” His voice was still soft, but there was an edge that hadn’t been there earlier.
Jase smiled and nodded fast. Unlike most people Jase knew, when Luis spoke with a serious tone it was hard to actually take him seriously. “We’re clear. I just want to fuck you on your knees once. After that, I’ll never ask again.”
Luis’s eyebrows went up and he turned his heard fast. But he didn’t turn it fast enough.
Jase saw the huge smile on his face.
Chapter Seven
They had sex three more times that night. All three times they did it doggie style, Jase’s favorite position. He’d begged to do it this way and Luis had accommodated him without any arguments. Actually, the last time they did it Luis just got down on the bedroom floor on his hands and knees, arched his back, and spread his legs for Jase. And in the morning, when Luis got out of bed and put on his sweatpants to take care of the dog, he was walking with a slight limp.
Jase walked up behind him in the kitchen and kissed the back of his neck. He grabbed his ass and inhaled his aroma. Luis always smelled powdery and soft. Jase was about to put his hand down Luis’s sweatpants when he heard a few loud knocks coming from his own apartment. The walls in the building were thin; if someone knocked hard enough, the person in the next apartment could hear it.
So Jase kissed the back of his neck again and said, “I should see who that is. It could be important.”
“Yes ,you should,” Luis said, pouring a handful of dry dog food into the dog’s tiny bowl.
Jase kissed him on the forehead and ran into the bedroom for his sweatpants. He pulled them up and crossed to the window that led to the fire escape. “I’ll see you later.”
“See you later,” Luis said, placing the dog’s bowl on the kitchen floor.
A minute after that, Jase was inside his apartment and running to his door. He didn’t bother to put on a shirt. He knew who was there. When he opened the door, Sherman was standing in the hallway, tapping his right foot. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. He looked more like he was going out to a nightclub than to pay an early-morning visit.
Jase smiled and said, “Good morning.” He was hoping Sherman had brought him more cash. He was running low and he didn’t want to make a withdrawal on his own. Though Jase knew he was being overly cautious about keeping his identity hidden, he didn’t want to take any chances for the time being. He was discovering important things about himself and he wasn’t ready to face the real world yet.
Sherman kissed him on the cheek and walked into his apartment. Without stopping, he wentd to a window that overlooked the street and pushed the drapery aside. When he looked down, he said, “Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I think something is up down there. This guy has been lurking outside your building for a week now. I’ve seen him in the same place each time I come here. I didn’t want to alarm you. But he might be from one of those tabloid newspapers. He may have figured out who you really are.”
Jase frowned and went to the window. When he looked down, he noticed a tall gangly man in his late thirties or early forties, leaning against a lamp post in front of the building. “He’s been there every time you come over?”
Sherman nodded yes. “He just stands there. It gives me the creeps.”
Jase rubbed his jaw and looked down again. The guy against the lamppost was wearing an expensive brown leather jacket and light-colored slacks. His short dark hair looked as if he’d gone to a high-end salon to have it styled, and he had two large gold rings on both hands. This guy, whoever he was, didn’t look like a photographer or one of those sleazy reporters from the tabloid newspapers who were usually poorly dressed, with drab clothes that hung loosely and shoes that were scuffed and cracked. And they never wore decent jewelry. Jase had been dodging these people for years; he always knew how to spot them. After the press had dubbed him “The Virgin Billionaire” five years earlier, he’d lost almost all of his privacy and his life had never been the same again. But Jase also knew these tabloid guys could be sneaky and they would stoop to disguises. He wanted to find out if his cover had been broken.