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My Subway Angel

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If you ask me now what I was doing there, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t remember much about that day; where I was going, who I needed to see, even which direction I was headed. The only thing that stuck out was a chance sighting on the subway of the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

He was like a vision from a dream. Tall and slim with delicate, tanned and seemingly hairless flesh that peeked out of the top of a silken button-down shirt.

He had a statuesque, flawless face with deep-set eyes framed perfectly in dark lashes, a strong nose and thick, plump lips. I watched breathlessly every time he parted them slightly to allow his tongue a brief moment to moisten them. He had this wealth of luxurious dark hair that cascaded past his sharp cheekbones and halfway down his back, carelessly draping somewhat over his slender shoulders. He never even glanced in my direction, in fact his gaze, seemingly lost in a sort of daydream, never waved from the window. As much as I feared he would turn and see me, I couldn’t bear to tear my eyes off of him.

I remember thinking to myself that he must be a model or an actor or something. Someone that gorgeous couldn’t possibly have a regular, normal pigeon job, those were meant for the plain, average shmoes like me. The music that had been blaring through my headphones now sounded like low, muffled noise from how distracted I was by him. If other people noticed me staring, I wasn’t aware of it, the only thing on my mind was whether it would be a wise idea to approach this seemingly flawless individual. It didn’t take me long to conclude that it would be a very bad idea, seeing as how my nervous and shy nature would make a fool out of me in front of him.

Now, I’ve been shot down by both men and women all my life, for all sorts of reasons. I’ve never been popular, I’m not all that bright, talented or tough, nor am I anything special to look at. In fact, there has never really been anything special about me. (Sometimes I think I’m funny but then nobody laughs and the notion quickly passes.) What could a guy like me ever have to offer an angel like that? That’s why, as painful as it was, I let him go. I remember literally having to force myself to get up and walk off the train, and it was more intense than anything I experienced while making myself get up for work or school. I stood there waiting for the doors to open, still staring at him, drinking the sight of him in as much as possible before I had to go. Even then, he never turned to face me. As the train pulled away from the station, I followed him with my eyes as far as I could, regret stinging in my chest.

It’s been several months since I first saw him, but his memory is so vivid, it’s like I only saw him last week. Every time I ride the Q train, I look for a sign of him. But this city is so huge, and the chances of seeing him again are near impossible. I don’t even know if he lives here, or if he was just a tourist. Every time I look back on that moment, that familiar pang of regret comes back in full force. “Shoulda, woulda, coulda,” I tell myself. “It doesn’t make any difference because even if by some miracle of destiny you see him again, he’s way out of your league. You’re just a poor boy from Brooklyn and you could never have anything he’d want or need.” And as depressing as it is, I’m right.


“Yo, Doug!” My roommate, Raphael hollers at me through the bedroom door, slamming on it loudly. I hadn’t even heard him come in. “Get your shoes on, man. C’mon, I need the place for a little while.” I hear a faint female giggle in the background, and my eyes roll skywards.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, dude, hold your hormones!” I put away my sketchbook, gather my things and open the door, eyeing the well-stacked black woman he was planning to spend the evening with. She looks me up and down and gives me a vacant smile in return, and Raphael wastes little time in shoving me along.

“I’ll see ya’ in the mornin’, a’ight?” He looks down at me, smiling broadly, as if gloating that he’ll be getting pussy and I’ll be sleeping on a park bench somewhere. The moment the bedroom is free, he takes her inside and they close and lock the door. I shake my head to myself and sigh, getting my coat, bag and Walkman, locking up the apartment as I leave. I reach into my pocket and find I have just enough to buy a few burgers and a subway token. For now, at least, the token will suffice for a warm place to sit and relax.

Once on the subway, I just zig-zag around from train to train aimlessly, intentionally trying to get myself lost. Maybe something interesting will happen and I’ll either get mugged, gang raped or witness a bum kill and eat a rat or something. Somehow, I end up at the Broadway-Lafayette station and realize I’m all alone. The place is like a maze; it’s cavernous, poorly lit and cold, and to make matters worse, there’s this faint sound of dripping water far off in the distance. The pillars make perfect hiding places for sick, twisted predators and considering the fact that I’m 5’5”, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds in the pouring rain, I wasn’t scaring anybody off. I decide to transfer. I walk under a series of lights that had gone out completely, making this portion of the platform almost completely cloaked in shadow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark form sitting on the floor against one of the pillars. He reaches his hand up to me and I tear the earphones off my head.

“Hey…please…” A soft, gentle male voice pleads with me weakly.

“Oh my gods!” I rush to kneel down to him, and his long, slender fingers curl around the fabric of my zip-up hooded sweatshirt. I push back the tousled long hair from his face, the smell of blood hitting me right between the eyes. He starts tugging against me, like he wants me to help him up, so I do. He isn’t as heavy as I thought he’d be, in fact, he seems a bit thinner in frame than I am, though a bit taller. His long coat made it hard to make out much on him.

“I…they took my…” His voice cracks from stress, and he leans against me heavily.

“Shh, c’mon, lets walk a little, you’ll be okay.” I put on my most soothing, calming voice to try and steady him emotionally. It was obvious what happened here, now I need to get him into the light so I can see how badly they hurt him.

“I…. don’t know what they hit me with…” He mutters, holding his head with his free hand, using me as his crutch. We get into the light and his head is dipped down, his long, blood-soaked raven hair obscuring his face. I lean him up against another pillar and support his shoulder, nudging his face up by the chin.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, I just need to see how bad that wound is, okay?” He nods slowly and lets me tilt his head back up. Even through the blood and dirt marring his face, I knew at first glance who it was: my angel. “Out of all the bars and gin joints in the world…” I mumble to myself with a wide-eyed smirk, shaking my head from side to side ever so slightly.

“What?” His dark eyes squint and lock onto mine. His was a pure, dramatic brown, as opposed to my olive green ones.

“Nothing. It looks like a flesh wound.” I smile fully, sliding his hair back so I can get a clearer view of that beautiful, yet no longer perfect face; and in a way, that made him even more beautiful. “But I should take you to a hospital anyway. Just in case, ‘cause, I’m not a doctor.” I might appear calm, but inside, I’m dancing. Not only am I face to face with my angel again, but we’re actually talking, and I’m getting a chance to help him, and that makes my heart sing in a way I can’t possibly describe. “I’m Doug.” I step away from him a bit, and he grabs both my shoulders for support.

“Ricky.” He groans, his knees buckling slightly. Ricky. I repeat that name in my head over and over, straining my willpower not to start leaping for joy right then and there. My angel’s name is Ricky.

I help him up the stairs slowly, gripping his weakened, wobbly body close to mine. Beyond the smell of blood and subway tile, he had a thick, rich musk to him that made my groin stir. He proceeds to thank me profusely every other step of the way, until we reach the token booth. I quickly ask the man behind it to call an ambulance for us.

“No wait…” The slim, delicate fingers of his free hand curl loosely around the front of my sweater in protest. “You don’t have to come with me, I mean…don’t you have somewhere to go?”

I chuckle and wrap my hand around his affectionately. “No, not really. My roommate needed the apartment and this is better than sleeping on the subway.” He merely knits his brows sadly and lowers his head.

“He would leave you outside like that? That’s horrible.”

“Hey, what am I gonna do, call the cops?” I smile casually and tilt my head, trying to look cute. “I’m 24 years old, I can take care of myself.”

He gives me a broad, charming smile in return and it sends a shaky quiver down my spine. God, he’s beautiful. “Hey, I’m older than you are, and as you can see, even I can get in trouble.” We share a brief laugh and the token booth guy swings the door back open and lets us know the ambulance is on it’s way.

It’s a short trip to the hospital. The EMTs take a quick look at him, decide he’s stable and start asking him all these questions about his medical history. They let me stay with him for the most part, even after we get into the emergency room. The nurses clean him up and they make me wait outside during his X-Rays. While we’re waiting for them to develop, he and I sit and chat a little outside.

“So, Doug, what is it exactly that you do?” He smiles at me a bit, shifting slightly in his chair. There’s a ring of gauze around his head holding a sterile pad where the wound is, and in my mind, I muse a bit about it being a sort of halo.

“I…” My eyes wander off nervously. “I work for a cleaning service.” I frown; just knowing he’s going to think of me as some uneducated, lower class shmuck. He’s probably the son of a billionaire or something.

“Wow…that’s…” He squints, trying to come up with a better adjective than “uneducated, lower class shmuck”.

“Unglamorous? Yeah, I know, but it pays the bills.” I snicker a bit and he gives me a guilty smirk. I’m about to ask him what he does when the doctor comes out with the prints and asks us to come into one of the examination rooms. We’re both relieved to hear that Ricky merely has a minor concussion and that he’s okay to go home. Both he and the nurse tell him to stay awake for the rest of the night just to be on the safe side.

Even on the way outside, he insists on holding my arm. “Are you feeling better?” I tighten my grip on him on the way up the ramp, giving him a genuinely worried expression.

“I’m fine, there’s just one small problem.” He sighs. “How do I get home? Those guys took all my money and my metrocard.”

“We could take the train. I have enough for both of us.” I straighten my glasses, and then pat his arm reassuringly.

He begins to shake his head. “Doug, listen, I appreciate you rescuing me and making sure I’m alright, but…I mean, I can walk it, really.”

“In your state?” I huff dramatically. “I won’t hear of it. Now c’mon. You tell me how to get there and I’ll get you there safe.” He hesitates, and I can tell he’s about to protest again. “Ricky,” I smile wide, chuckling a bit. “Relax. If you’re worried I’ll totally flip out on you and stalk you or something once I find out where you live, please don’t. In all honesty, I probably wont remember how to get there in the morning.” He pauses, lowering his head to laugh. I decide that I love the sound of him laughing so much that I elaborate. “Yeah, that’s just me. I have the memory span of a goldfish; you know, ‘Hey, a castle! Whoa, check it out, a castle! Look, it’s a castle!’” He rewards me with boisterous, music-like laughter and I quickly join him.

“45th and 3rd.” He shakes his head at me, still chuckling a bit, gripping onto my arm with both hands. One of his hands reaches up to slide the back of his knuckles gently against the coarse hair of my dark brown beard. “You’re too much.” His mahogany eyes sparkle and he bites his lower lip shyly.

“That depends on who you ask.” I smile warmly at him, taking his arm to support him as we begin walking again. “Most would say I’m not enough.” I know, fishing for compliments is sophomoric and unnecessary, but I just can’t help myself. I needed to know if he’d properly respond. Much to my disappointment, he just snickers and says nothing. A long, awkward moment passes between us. Just then, a limo comes around the corner, and I see my opportunity to break the tension. “Hey, Ricky, check it out, we’re in luck. My limo is here.” This makes him smirk and turn to me skeptically. I watch and throw up my free arm in mock confusion as it drives off. “Hey wait, where is he going?” I raise my fist dramatically. “You’re fired!”

He bursts into laughter again, covering his face shyly. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I’ll have my people fax your people a list in the morning. 3rd Avenue, that’s the 6 train, right?” He just nods, still chuckling, his grip on my arm tightening. We slowly but steadily make our way to the subway station, I buy him a token and we quickly grab a seat on the Lex local. I don’t know whether it’s from exhaustion, pain, delirium or all three, but he leans his head against my shoulder the whole way. I’m in such shock, I can’t even move myself, let alone him, even if I had wanted to. A part of me considers pushing matters by draping an arm around him, but I wouldn’t have dared; I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Doug, I want you to know, I really appreciate you helping me out like this.” He murmurs weakly, his eyes partially closed from being rocked side to side like a baby from the moving train. I just smile and lean my head against his with a heavy sigh.

“It’s not a problem, dear.” We spend the rest of the trip in comfortable silence, just leaning on each other. I won’t lie; I’m savoring every last moment of this. I can still smell that deep, sultry musk of his over all the blood, dirt, antiseptic and subway filth. There’s also a faint hint of his sweet shampoo, or conditioner or whatever that is. I’m trying not to get my hopes up. He’s not going to let me in. He’s probably not even going to give me his phone number. I’ll be lucky if he even remembers my name come sunrise.

“This is it.” He abruptly breaks the silence and sits up straight, glancing over at me with a smile. I merely press my lips together and nod. He takes my arm again and he leads me out of the station and up onto the street. I’m a bit lost, seeing as how I’ve never been around this area before, but I pay attention to where we go so I can find my way back. He suddenly knits his brows at me. “Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

I snap out of my trance and turn to face him. “Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I smile reassuringly. “What about you? You think you’re gonna make it?” I take his arm with my free hand for added support and give him a worried, sympathetic expression.

“Yeah, it’s only two more blocks. I’m a bit dizzy but I’ll be okay.” He chuckles a bit and I immediately steer him towards the nearest storefront to rest.

“If you’re dizzy, we’ll stop for a bit. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“Doug, relax. I’m fine!” He playfully shoves me back and grins. “C’mon, let’s go, we’re almost there.” I merely shake my head at him and tag along.

“If you say so.” He leads me around the corner and onto 3rd Avenue. We stop at a small, unassuming building, tall, narrow and old looking with paint-peeled steps, a rusted, unsteady banister and lobby doors that you have to force closed. We stand in the lobby and he digs his keys out of his coat pocket, and it suddenly occurs to me what this must look like from his perspective…like maybe the only reason I helped him is because I was hoping to get some nookie, and that’s the last thing I want him to think. I suddenly flush beet red and rub my hands together nervously, turning towards the door. “Um…Ricky, you’ll be alright here, won’t you? I mean, you can make it upstairs or whatever on your own?” I furrow my brows at him when he turns to glare at me.

“You’re going now?” He sounds almost disappointed, but I’m probably wrong. “I thought you said your roommate kicked you out.”

“Yeah, well…” I rub the back of my neck and avoid eye contact. “I don’t want to…I mean, I’ll find somewhere to go, don’t worry about me. I just wanted to make sure you got back here safe.”

He just sighs and slumps his shoulders. “Look, Doug, I was going to offer my futon for you to sleep on tonight since you helped me out, but if you really want to go, it’s your choice. Just don’t go running off because you’re afraid to impose on me. It’s not a problem.” He walks up in front of me extremely close, tilting his head a bit as though he were about to kiss me. “But if you try to steal anything, you’re in trouble.”

I immediately shake my head and retort in a dead serious voice. “No, no, I don’t steal, I’m not like that. Believe me, if I stole, I wouldn’t be so damn poor all the time.” I sigh and glare longingly into those big, beautiful dark eyes of his. “I…I just don’t want you to think…” I trail off, not knowing how to finish that thought.

He smiles knowingly, gently caressing my cheek with one of his slender, delicate hands, his head moving to close the already meager distance between our lips. My eyes flutter closed and both of us take a long, sharp intake of breath. I slide my hands around his slim waist, massaging him through his clothing with my thumbs. His other hand slides onto the back of my neck, his fingers coiling and entwining with my long brown hair. He tastes amazing, feels amazing and as always, looks amazing; but for some reason, I can’t seem to allow myself to fully enjoy it. It takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to eventually break the kiss. Ricky pulls back and licks his lips, keeping his arms tight around me. I sigh heavily and put a hand over my mouth, leaning my head into his chest.

“You’re hurt…we should stop.” I mumble, my brain, heart and genitalia having an internal struggle for dominance right now.

“You should come upstairs with me. I might not be able to make it up the stairs by myself.” He displays a mischievous grin.

I chuckle and lift my head up to plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Oh? Well…in that case, you may be right. I wouldn’t want you to fall.” He smiles at me, half turning to unlock the inner door, his arm still tight around my waist. I help him up three flights of narrow, crumbling tile stairs, holding his back and waist the whole time. Every so often, he’ll turn back to give me a seductive glance and I’d give him a cute, charming look in return. “Pre-war building?” I bite my lip, trying to fill the void of silence that had formed while I pictured myself in between his legs.

“Yeah, I guess. It may look crappy, but it’s made well. The great thing about this place is the thick walls.” He turns and grins broadly at me. I chuckle uncomfortably and blush at his blatant innuendo. He spins to look ahead, suddenly grabbing his forehead and stopping short with a grunt.

“Shit! You alright?” I rush up immediately behind him, wrapping both arms around him to steady his buckling form. “I got you, I got you…” He leans back against me with a groan, turns around and drapes both of his lean arms around my neck. I bend down a bit, pick him up and carry him the rest of the way. It’s not easy, I haven’t lifted anything over a hundred pounds in several years, but I manage to do it. (I’m assuming it was due to adrenaline, hormones or both.)

“God, I…I’m sorry, I just lost my…” He murmurs lowly in my ear as I gently put him down at the top of the stairs, his arms still gripped tight around me. I hug him and rub his back, shushing him softly.

“It’s alright, just relax. You can’t go spinning around like that, you have to take it easy.” I smile brightly and smooth away some hair from his face. He’s sweating a little, and I wipe the slight mist from the exposed part of his forehead with the pad of my thumb. “Are we on the right floor?”

He turns a bit and nods. “Yeah, last door on the right is mine.” Very slowly, I help guide him there. He recovers and is able to walk again quickly, but I hold onto him extra tight just in case. He turns the lock and then turns to look at me with a sad expression. “So will you stay?”

I sigh and glance down. //Take him up on it, you idiot!\\ I think to myself. //This is the opportunity of a lifetime! A guy like him wouldn’t normally look at you twice! Go for it!!\\

He sees my reluctance and gives me a reassuring smile, his hands massaging my shoulders and chest. “The doctor said that I shouldn’t fall asleep, so I’ll need some company tonight to make sure I stay up.”

//Alright, ya’ twisted my arm.\\ “Well, in that case, I’d be glad to help.” His expression brightens considerably and he immediately opens his door and pulls me inside.

“Great, it’s settled then!” He beams, closing and locking the door behind us. His one bedroom apartment is small, cluttered and dimly lit with dark orange light. The first thing I notice are all the burlesque paraphernalia, porcelain masks, door beads and thick burgundy curtains that stretch down to the tattered dark blue carpeted floor. His cherry wood futon is obscured by a large feather boa, votive candles, assorted musical vinyls and stacks of gay porn. Without hesitation, he scurries over to it and begins clearing it off. “Excuse the mess, I really wasn’t expecting to have any company.”

“It’s okay, here, let me help you with that.” I smile at him as he squirrels the porno mags away sloppily into a drawer beside the futon. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. This apartment is a sterile environment compared to mine. We once lost a full grown cat in there for over two hours.”

He just squints at me and laughs.

“Hey, you like Bettie Page?” I motion to a framed picture on the wall. “I love Bettie Page, she’s so awesome.”

“Oh yeah,” He chuckles. “I’ve been a fan of hers for years.” He sits down on the now clear futon with a glass of water and some aspirin, takes it and pats the seat next to him. “Come sit with me.” I waste no time in getting as close to him as possible, now feeling a bit freer to wrap an arm around him, though I still feel like I’m pushing my luck.

“You feeling better?” I lean my head against his shoulder.

“I will once the meds kick in; the Novocain is beginning to wear off.” He sighs and looks down at himself. “Boy, I’m really a mess, aren’t I?”

“Are you kidding??” My eyes widen dramatically. “You are gorgeous. On your worst day, you make Marcus Shenkenburg look like Estelle Getty.”

He throws his head back with laughter. “Do you flatter everyone who brings you home?”

“I speak only the truth, my dear.” I lean up and kiss him again, savoring the sweet taste of his plump lips, running my fingers up and down the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and lets a faint whimper escape between our mouths as my tongue pushes it’s way past his lips. We wrap our arms around each other, as our kiss grows deeper. I feel his torso up from over his shirt. His hands slide under my sweater to grope my chest and sides. I reach up and slide off his coat, and he does the same for me. Our kiss breaks just long enough for him to grab air and me to pant out, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yes, but not here.” He moans back breathlessly, sliding off my glasses and tossing them onto the coffee table. “I feel so crappy right now after lying on that subway station and then in the hospital…I think I could use a bath.” He smiles, running his fingernails through my thick, coarse stubble before kissing me again. I reciprocate all too eagerly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt blindly.

“Mmm…” I pull away for a moment as I slide his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his lean, hairless chest. “I could definitely help you with that bath.” My hands roam all over his chest, abs and sides, and he slides his arms from the sleeves. “Gods, you’re so unearthly beautiful…” My head dips down to kiss along his neck, down his jugular and over his collarbones. I drag the flat of my tongue over his small, dark nipples and circle them with the tip of it. He groans in delight and laces his fingers in my hair.

“Maybe we should go draw the bath now while we still have some control over our bodies…” He suggests breathlessly, his head still tilted back, his eyes still closed. That sounds like a really good idea, though for me, it’s an uphill battle. As much as I try, I can’t seem to tear my mouth and hands away from his exquisite form. “Doug…” He gasps as I kiss and lick my way down his trembling stomach, both his hands now fully entwined in my hair. “Oh god, Doug, please stop… just for a few minutes…” My tongue withdraws and I close my eyes, panting like crazy, my hands still gripping his waist and chest possessively. I literally have to force myself to stop. His fingers caress lovingly over my scalp and ears, making me tilt my head into his petting like a cat would.

I mumble as I press my lips into his abs once more, knitting my brows with obvious restraint. “I need you so bad…”

“Then c’mon, help me draw a bath…right now.” He looks down at me, smiling, nudging my head up. I nod and help him up off the futon and over to his equally as cluttered bathroom. Little weaved baskets filled with hair accessories and skin care products litter the several little stools and towel stands in here, but the blue bathtub is rather large and nice. There are candles along the ledge, windowsill and even a few on the towel stands. I start the water running at a warm temperature and sit him on the edge of the bathtub, get on my knees before him and resume right where I left off, with my tongue and lips all over his chest and abdomen. He grabs my shoulders hard and hisses through his teeth. My hands fumble blindly with the zipper of his tight black pants, struggling to get it open as I kiss down the faint line of black hair running from his perfect outtie belly button down below his belt. He moans and massages my shoulders and the back of my neck.

He suddenly reaches down and tries to pull my sweater over my head. I break away and gladly help him with it. After it’s off, I toss it carelessly to the side and kiss over his exposed boxer briefs, over the sizable bulge being contained there. My lips wrap around as much of it as I can while still beneath the fabric, flicking my tongue over the head and the very tip of the crown that just peeks out beyond the elastic. He growls in pleasure and curls his fingers around my hair tight. I feel my cock throb in my pants at this sudden aggression, loving every moment of this. If nothing else, I am confident in this area, knowing exactly what I have in store for him. And if he never calls me again, at the very least, I will seek to ruin him for other men.

“Ughh…Jesus, Doug, that feels amazing!” He moans loudly, his voice suddenly taking a lower, seedier pitch. I compound his pleasure by tugging back the elastic and sliding my lips around his swollen, weeping cockhead. “Aahh! Oh damn!” He gasps in surprise, tugging on my hair. I moan against his erection and take his dick deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, slowly, torturously. He groans and tosses his head back, guiding my face with both hands down deeper onto his meat. I swallow as much as I can with his pants and underwear still in the way, then withdraw slowly, gliding my tongue back up over the head and tracing the crease in his fat crown, dipping the tip of it into his piss slit to lap up the thin, sweet precum that had pooled there. My hands roam upwards over his torso, raking my nails down both sides of his ribcage, making sure to hit over both of his nipples along the way, which makes him whimper and shudder all over.

I come down on his cock again, once more taking in as much as I can, stretching out my mouth to accommodate his girth. “Mmmm…” I rumble deep in my throat, letting my voice vibrate and send tickling waves through his shaft. I slide my hands down his sides and to his hips, trying to lift them up and slide his pants the rest of the way down without having to take his member out of my mouth. He lifts himself up and helps me off with them, and finally, I’m able to swallow his length completely, pressing my lips up hard against his pubic hair. I feel the very tip hit the back of my throat, and I close my eyes and keep it there for a good long moment, really letting him enjoy the feel my mouth sheathing him so completely. He huffs, letting out an elongated groan and a few muttered curses under his breath. I withdraw slowly, dragging my tongue up along his shaft as I do so; reaching under and cradling his balls, letting them float in between my skilled fingers gently. My other hand caressing the inside of his silky thigh, drawing more moans of pleasure out of him.

The hand on his thigh quickly migrates to the base of his dick, holding it up straight while I work my lips and tongue over just the head, occasionally dipping my tongue down to lap just under it. My fingers slide up and down his shaft, lightly jerking and teasing it, making the head all sensitive and throbbing with arousal. “Oh my god!” He gasps loudly, gripping my head. “You keep this up and I’m gonna cum!” I moan against him again, internally debating whether or not to grant him release now and just give him a few more orgasms later, or to drag this out and make it the climax he will remember for the rest of his life. My determination to outdo all his previous partners outweighs my desire to taste his creamy load right here and now. I slow down and eventually let his slicked up cock slide from my lips. He looks down at me with a wide-eyed, confused glare. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to finish me off?”

“Oh, I will…” I grin and lick my lips, eyeing him from top to bottom hungrily. “Eventually. I’m gonna have a little fun with you first.” I chuckle, stand up straight and go to turn off the water.

He grits his teeth, watching me with a frustrated expression, gripping his now neglected member. “Hmph. Cock tease.” He kicks off his pants the rest of the way and stands up behind me as I bend over to shut off the knobs, pressing his rock hard dick up against my ass. I turn my head and smirk at him, pushing back against him. He reaches down with both hands and undoes the fly on my jeans, pulling them down over my hips. I grunt and grab the side of the bathtub with both hands as he pulls my underwear down as well. “Mm…you have a nice ass.” He grins, smacking it.

“Ah! Mmm, I love that.” My breathing becomes more labored and it’s getting harder and harder not to just say ‘fuck the bath –get that amazing cock of yours greased up and inside me right now!’ Again, my willpower is strained and all I manage to say is, “What about that bath?”

“Take your pants and shoes off and I’ll be right with you.” He backs away from me and I kick off the rest of my clothing without hesitation, then sit on the edge of the tub, covering myself up shyly. He goes into a drawer next to the sink and pulls out some bath beads. I glance at him and suddenly I’m beet red again, laughing. “What? What’s so funny?” I can see he can’t help but display a grin himself, walking over to me. I merely shake my head. He climbs into the tub and drops most of them in, motioning for me to join him, so I climb in behind him so he can’t see me. “Mmm…this water feels so nice.” He leans back against my chest and leans his head against my shoulder. I instinctually wrap my arms around him, fondling his chest and abs.

“This body feels nicer.” I turn my head to plant small kisses along his cheek and neck, and he lets out small moans and whimpers, encouraging me to take things further. I grab one of the melting bath beads and let it rupture in my hand, getting the warm oil all over my palm. With the other hand, I arch his back forward and push his hair out of the way, then rub my hands together, sliding them hard up against his back. He grabs the front of the tub and moans gutturally as I massage him. My fingertips knead hard into his sore muscles, drawing tight circles over his taunt flesh. I curl my fingers in and knead then with my knuckles into his shoulder blades, then down his flanks, working inward along his spinal column. He tenses and flexes his abs, moaning slightly from my heated, soothing touch. He lifts himself partially out of the water and rests on his knees, and I can see his cock throb and pulse as he lowers his head to rest on the hands gripping the front of the tub. My hands tremble when he takes this extremely tempting position. He’s baiting me, he’s daring me to claim him like this, and more than food, water or even air, I need this man. I rake my nails all the way down his back from his shoulders, rough, slow and deliberate all the way down to his tailbone.

“Mmmmm…ohhh yeaahh!” He grunts, arching his back, lifting his ass higher in the air in offering. I reach into the tub and take out another bath bead, making it burst right at the base of his tailbone, letting the hot oil leak and drip down his ass crack. I take his cheeks and spread them, making sure the oil gets onto his tight pink pucker as well. He groans breathlessly and lifts his ass even higher for me. I get on my knees as well, arching myself so that my raging, swollen hard on brushes up in between his greased up ass cheeks. I squeeze them closed around my veined member, bucking my hips so that my aching length slides smoothly against his crack, trying to draw some gratification from it, as if to tide me over until I can gather up the courage to enter his all too welcoming canal. “Oh god, Doug, that’s it…” He gasps, turning his head back to glance at me, his brows fully knit and his eyes darkened and glazed with lust. “Fuck me…c’mon, baby, stuff that fat cock inside me!” He bucks his ass against me, drawing a long, strained moan that seemed to come from my soul rather than my body. I lower myself flush against his back, sliding my throbbing member from in between his firm ass cheeks, propping my weeping cockhead up against his greased up sphincter. With little warning, I clamp my jaws around the tense flesh between his neck and shoulder, as though I were a dog gripping onto my mate’s scruff. His whole body stiffens; he throws his head back with a loud, desperate scream.

Only then do I begin pushing my way inside him, quickly reaching around and taking his fully swollen meat in my warm, slicked up hand and begin jerking him off with a slow, tight grip. A low, guttural, almost beastial growl is released against his shoulder as I enter him, slowly pushing and stretching out his pucker, filling him with my manhood inch by inch. He grits his teeth and continues to cry and scream out obscenities, pushing his ass back into me eagerly. I continue to work his slicked up meat, my pace unerring. He shudders and sobs as I fill him to the hilt. As I withdraw myself from him, my jaws release his reddened flesh only to claim the other side with increasing ferocity. Another deliciously sex-maddened scream tears from his lips as his body wracks with raw desire.

“Oh… DEAR GOD, YES!!” He cries as I shove myself inside him again, this time in one quick, smooth stroke. His body tenses and quakes, and he begins to push his ass back against me to meet my thrusts. My teeth release his shoulder and my tongue instead lashes out to drag mercilessly over the back of his neck. He quails and tilts his head to give me easier access. He grips desperately against the edge of the tub, his knuckles white and his lean arms trembling. “Take me, Doug!!” His voice cracks from strain.

“Ohhh baby, you feel so fucking good…” I mutter out in short gasps in between rough licks along the top of his spine. My grip on his steely cock loosens, and I begin working just the sensitive crown between my fingers, lightly, teasingly, making his whole body jump and flex. His sweet precum drools from the head and helps coat my fingertips. My thrusts melt into a decently paced rhythm, spearing him again and again, my aching arousal burning him from the inside out. My free hand wraps tightly around his chest, teasing the erect peaks of his nipples with the pad of my thumb. My vision grows hazy, suddenly ignoring all else but his delicate form, generously misted over with sweat, oil and bathwater. The scent of that oil mixed with musk and sex overwhelms me, nearly pushing me to my peak right then.

He mutters huskily under his breath, pushing back against me hungrily. “That’s it…stroke my dick…mm yeah…” My fingers move from his thumping chest to entwining themselves with his cascade of silky raven hair. I gingerly slide each thin layer of gauze clear from his soft, damp neck, whispering kisses along its gentle incline, throwing him off once in a while with a passionate nibble or bite now and again. He rewards me with fevered moans and deep, elongated grunts, and those base, gritty sounds are like music emerging from his sun-goldened throat. The grip on his throbbing, swollen meat of his tightens once more, I stroke it with more determination as I realize my intense desire for him undoes me; I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Just as I make this revelation, he suddenly cries out, his voice cracking harshly. “Oh god, keep it up, I’m gonna cum!”

The severity of his words send waves of renewed arousal thundering through my body. “I’m not far behind you, baby…” I groan seedily through gritted teeth, sinking myself into his unearthly warm depths with each buck of my hips. I feel my searing hot flesh glide effortlessly past his pucker then become sheathed completely by his even hotter canal, milking me, drawing my essence from my loins and into him. His flawless body shudders, begging me with his raw emotion to lose myself inside him. Suddenly, I hear him draw a breath, and in a wordless cry, he throws his head up in unrestrained ecstasy. I feel that sphincter squeeze around my base as he unleashes his passion in the form of thick, pearly ribbons streaming out of his purple cockhead, splattering on the side of the tub and into the bathwater. He tenses and gasps with each wave of his nearly overwhelming climax, each shockwave drawing more and more seed from him until it seems as though he is drained in both body and soul. One of his hands grips tight around mine, slowing down my stroking, forcing me to squeeze the head of his spent cock.

He repeats “Oh god” like a mantra, his whole body shuddering, his voice weak and high-pitched. His ass, still incredibly lubed and now relaxed and stretched wide from my tireless efforts freely accepts my pounding, determined manhood. I release his depleting erection and grip onto both of his slender shoulders, using them to pull his body harder into me. The smell of his release and his musk is intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed and the next thing I know, my orgasm sneaks up on me and consumes me. I dig my nails into his sides, throw my head back and roar in passion and pleasure as the first wave of my own climax washes me away. I feel my cock swell to full capacity and shoot wave after wave of white-hot seed deep into his bowels. He moans weakly, his body pressed tightly against mine as I finish off inside him, my nails rake mercilessly down his flanks. It takes me a while of trying to regain my breath and composure before I’m able to slide my still fully erect dick from him. After which he proceeds to collapse lifelessly into the cum-streaked water, completely overtaken with exhaustion, dizziness or both. I do similar and shift position so I’m sitting on my ass instead of my knees.

He eventually turns around and sits up, holding his head. “You okay?” I frown wide-eyed, hoping I hadn’t given him brain damage or anything.

“I’m…wow…I’m more than fine…I’m wonderful.” He puts his arm down and gives me a bright-faced smile. “That was amazing. I mean, I’m dizzy as hell and I’m exhausted, but damn, that was fantastic.”

“No, you’re the fantastic one.” I blush twelve shades of crimson and chuckle childishly at him, my hands immediately finding their way over his still heaving chest and tense abs. He smiles at me and moans softly. “You have no idea how incredible you feel, Ricky.” I smile and playfully grit my teeth, pointing at him. “You just give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll be all over you again, you just watch.”

He shakes his head and slumps his shoulders. “I can’t, Doug, believe me, I want to, but I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

“Well, you’re not allowed to go to sleep yet, dear. It’s too dangerous.”

“I can’t help it, it’s all I want to do right now.” He sighs and leans almost all his weight on me. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his back lovingly.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned and dried off first, and then we’ll figure out another way to keep you awake. At least until morning.” He doesn’t respond; he merely nods weakly at me. I proceed to wet a cloth and wash the oil from that beautiful body of his, giving myself a quick rinse off too.

When we’re both dry and dressed, we lay about listlessly on his bed engaged in conversation, our arms comfortably around each other and his head on my chest. I can almost feel his spirit claim my heart if I really concentrate. When the first rays of sunlight come streaming in through his window to burn any lingering shadows from the dreamcatcher above his headboard, I glance down and notice his eyes are closed, and his slow, even breathing assures me that he’s asleep. I don’t wake him, instead let blissful rest consume me as well, knowing he’ll be there with me in my dreams as he’s been in the past. Only this time, that same angel will be there to greet me when I awaken.


Disclaimer: “Ricky”, is based on a real person that captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on him. Though it was months ago, the memory of him still haunts me in painful, intricate detail. For those that are wondering, yes, the first time I saw him was exactly as I described. But much to my despair, I haven’t seen him since. Does he really look like that? No, he was far more beautiful than any description I could possibly give. I can honestly say that it was like seeing an angel in the flesh. We never spoke, or brushed up against one another, he never even turned to fully face me. But the impact of that moment will probably stick with me until my dying day

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