The guy turned out to be as thick as Evan had hoped he would be. He'd also been wearing boxer shorts, which Evan had hoped he would be wearing. Although Jeffery always wore expensive designer underwear, the rough guys who wore loose boxer shorts did something to Evan he couldn't explain. He even enjoyed reaching into the fly of the guy's boxer shorts to pull out his dick. Nothing could be more of a turn off to Evan than a guy wearing underwear that looked like women's panties.
Evan took his time and held him gently. When his dick was sticking out of his shorts, Evan then reached in to pull out his balls. He saw no reason to hold back. He'd never done anything like this with a delivery man and he wanted to enjoy the novelty of the experience for as long as it lasted.
The guy spread his legs wider and he grabbed Evan's head with both hands. When he leaned back, Evan closed his eyes and started sucking. He had to open his mouth extra wide; the corners of his lips hurt because the guy was so thick. But once Evan's tongue found the bottom of the guy's shaft, his jaw indented and he went to work. The guy held his head the entire time, pulling and jerking him around. At some point, the aggressive guy moved his hips and slammed into the deepest part of Evan's throat without warning. Evan had never been the type to gag; he'd never coughed or choked. A big thick dick in his mouth felt as natural to him as a length of rosary beads in a nun's hand. Although he wouldn't have gone as far as calling cock-sucking a religious experience, it came damn near close to putting him into a higher state of consciousness. In fact, for gay men like Evan, nothing else existed to which cock-sucking could be compared.
The guy had to get back to work, so they both knew it wouldn't last long. Eventually, the guy grabbed the back of Evan's head and said, "Get up and bend over the table."
While Evan followed his orders, the guy took a condom out of his back pocket, pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees, and put on the condom. Evan was ready and waiting for him. He'd lifted his right leg up and rested it on the dining table and his left remained braced to the floor. The guy slapped Evan's ass with his dick and he played with Evan's hole for a minute or two with his fingers. When he finally entered, Evan's head went up and he grabbed both sides of the table and squeezed as hard as he could. Though the condom was pre-lubed, the girth and length felt more like an invasion than a welcoming experience. The pain rendered Evan speechless for so long he never thought it would pass.
But when it did, which he knew it would, Evan arched his back and reached around the grab the young guy's thigh. Each time the guy went deep, Evan pulled on his thigh, begging him to go even deeper without saying a word. They lasted in this position for a few minutes, then the guy pulled out and said, "Get on your back and lift up your legs."
When Evan did this, the guy entered him again and this time he moved faster. Evan kept sliding backward on the dining table because there was nothing to hold, and the guy had to grab his thighs and keep pulling him forward. He didn't seem to mind. He only fucked faster and he never took his eyes off what was happening between Evan's legs.
Evan thought they would come this way. He'd been stroking himself the entire time. But then the guy stopped fucking and he pulled out. He slapped Evan on the ass and said, "I'm close, man. Get down on your knees again."
The guy didn't have to go into a detailed explanation for Evan. During a fuck session like this, any gay man with the most limited experience would have known what he wanted.
The guy helped Evan climb down from the table, in an unexpected gentle way. This time he reached for a throw pillow so Evan would have something to kneel on, which Evan thought was a nice gesture for someone who seemed so clueless. When Evan was on the floor kneeling, the guy pulled off the condom and put the head of his dick into Evan's mouth. Evan grabbed his thigh with one hand, and grabbed his own dick with the other. The guy started to jack and his fist bumped into Evan's lips, so Evan closed his eyes and waited. In less than a minute or two, the guy came. Then the guy released his dick and grabbed Evan's face. Evan took it all the way into his mouth, sucking even harder.
After Evan climaxed, he continued to suck until the guy laughed and said, "I have to get back to the store. Damn. I wish you'd teach my girlfriend how to suck dick like that."
Evan glanced up. "Your girlfriend?" He should have guessed.
The guy pulled up his pants and said, "She tries, but those fucking teeth kill me. And she only sucks on the head, with that hand over hand thing, as if she doesn't like sucking dick."
Evan smiled and reached for his white shirt. He put it on and stood up. Though he knew most men hated nothing more than teeth during a blow job, he didn't feel like handing out blow job advice to anyone. The girlfriend could learn how to suck cock on her own.
On his way out, the guy reached down and patted Evan on the ass. "I guess I'll see you around, man. Maybe next time I'll fuck you in the bedroom."
As far as Evan was concerned there wouldn't be a next time. He would start shopping at another store because he wasn't interested in making this a regular event. But he smiled and said, "Let me give you a tip." He was going to give him five dollars, but he figured he'd better give him more now.
The guy laughed and said, "Fuck, man. I should be giving you a tip. Forget about it." Then grabbed Evan's back, pulled him forward, and kissed him on the mouth.
When he was gone, Evan picked up his underwear and walked to his bedroom. He fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, amazed at how satisfied he felt after such a cold, emotionless encounter. He didn't even know the delivery guy's name. He wanted a drink now more than any time since he'd left Havilland. He would have killed for the taste of ice-cold vodka sliding down his throat.
But he noticed something else that evening he'd never experienced before. He'd just had sex with a stranger and he hadn't been drunk this time. And though he felt a little guilty about it, the overwhelming feeling of self-hate did not rush through his body and fill him with anxiety. The bad feeling in the pit of his stomach didn't happen. The craving for alcohol would never disappear. He knew this deep down and he would have to figure out a way to live with it. But at least he wasn't falling apart this time, running down the steps to the nearest bar. And for the first time since he'd moved out of the townhouse, he wondered if Jeffery might not be right about having an open marriage. At least it was something to consider.
Chapter Six
"I can't stay much longer," Cadin said. "I'm meeting the same guy I saw last night."
"The one with the big ass?" Evan asked.
Cadin smiled and pretended to fuck the chair. "I prefer full hips, thank you."
"Please stay until he gets here," Evan said. "It will help break the ice." He'd asked Cadin to come over to be there when Kenny arrived.
Cadin glanced at his watch, frowned, and said, "I can stay another half hour. But that's it."
Evan decided to change the subject and ask Cadin more about his date. He knew his best friend better than anyone and he knew how much Cadin liked talking about himself. "So do you think this could be something serious?" In spite his own disillusions with love, Evan still believed in the concept of love and he wanted his best friend to live happily ever after. This concept of living happily ever after for gay people was still so new, half of the gay people Evan knew weren't completely convinced it even existed.
"I don't want to talk about it too much," Cadin said. "You know how I feel about Kina Hora."
Evan laughed. Cadin tended to be superstitious and he used the phrase Kina Hora often. Though Cadin was not Jewish, it was a Yiddish word that was supposed to protect people from jealousy and bad luck when something good happens to them. "You can tell me the basics, without the details. I'm not going to wish you bad luck. I love you." He was smiling the entire time, but he was so nervous about Kenny moving in that night he felt like running down to the corner bar and having a martini. He actually had to lace his fingers together to keep his hands from shaking.
Cadin went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and said, "He's thirty-five, he's a schoolteacher in Brooklyn, and he's recently divorced." Evan kept a pot of coffee going all day. He hadn't replaced alcohol with caffeine; nothing could do that. It just helped him get through the day.
Cadin frowned. "From a man or a woman?"
"A woman," Cadin said, carrying a fresh mug of coffee into the living room.
"Does he have kids?"
Cadin shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "Two boys," he said. "Ages eleven and thirteen."
This was interesting to Evan because Cadin had never been particularly fond of children. "Are you sure you should be getting involved with a guy who has kids?"
"No. But I like him a lot."
"Good for you," Evan said. "I think it's wonderful that you're willing to keep an open mind. Five years ago you wouldn't have done that."
"Five years ago I was only twenty-five and I thought I'd be young forever," Cadin said. "Five years ago I had no idea how fast five years would fly by and I'd be thirty."
"Isn't that the truth?"
The phone rang and Cadin picked it up first because he was standing next to it. Evan got up from the sofa and watched him. The only person who would call at that hour would be Jeffery. And he'd already checked in with Evan from the West Coast a few hours earlier.