Page 31 of Missile Tow
“I figured you already took a look in the bathroom,” I snarked.
“You knew, huh?”
“The clothes didn’t get there on their own, mister.”
“That didn’t count. Your back was to me,” he countered. He tilted his head toward my cock. “Your ass is pretty incredible, by the way, but dare I saythatis even better.”
He remained focused on my erection. I was at full mast and made no effort to disguise my desire for him. The bravado I exhibited was unlike my usual approach. I preferred my sexual partner to take the lead. I was a proud bottom and appreciateda masculine man to direct the encounter. This in-your-face approach was not me.
“I’m at a disadvantage,” I stated, dropping my eyes to his hidden erection. “You’re wearing underwear and I’m not.”
“And so you’re correct, stranger,” he softly said, sexual energy quietly rumbling from his throat. “I don’t have to if you’d prefer.”
We were facing a critical junction in this situation. Should we extinguish the attraction we so obviously shared? Did I want a one-night stand with a rugged hunk who displayed a natural, raw masculinity I didn’t think existed in a gay man? What if we were embarrassed after rutting around with a stranger? What if the sex was awful? Where would I go?
“I wouldn’t mind a look,” I whispered, my mind warning me to go slow. “You know, if you want to.”
“I want to,” he murmured. “Very much.”
Chip reached through the front slit of the boxers and fished his cock out. Only the shaft and head protruded from the underwear. Andprotrudeis exactly what the sizable piece of flesh did. He was thick and girthy, and hard as a rock. Big veins ran along his dick, and precum seeped from the head.
After a lengthy examination, I moved my eyes back to his. “I’ve never had a one-night stand,” I confessed. “You know, met a stranger and then had sex right away. I’ve never done that.”
“Either have I,” he stated. “I’ve had exactly one sexual partner in my entire life.”
“I can’t claim that,” I replied, relocating my approving gaze to his still-throbbing dick. “But I’ve never had sex after just meeting a guy. And only three people total. Before my ex, I mean. So a total of four,” I babbled. “Is that too many?”
“Do you want to have sex?” he asked. “I’d need to take a quick shower. Or… you could join me in a shower.”
Every fiber of my being wanted to have sex with him. But the inner voice I trusted to guide me warned of the risks. What if he actually was the man I was searching for, and I blew it by acting loose? Would he respect me less?
True, the search so far was incredibly brief, considering I’d only been on my cowboy husband journey for two days, but was this the impression I wanted to give in the beginning to such a fine candidate?
“Maybe not,” I whispered. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
I figured he might dislike my reply. Maybe he’d think me a cocktease and would be angered by displaying his cock so easily. But he was none of those things.
“You’re probably right,” he said. “I mean, I want to. You’re an incredibly hot guy, Van.”
“And you’re very handsome, Chip. Andsoooomy type if I had a type,” I revealed. “I’m not sure I have a type, actually, but when I imagine a hot guy, you fit the description perfectly.”
He put his dick away and handed me the underwear. “Why don’t you put these on before I can’t control myself?” he advised. “I apologize for being so forward. And for looking at you in the bathroom.”
“Does this mean we might never have a go?” I inquired.
“Only time will tell.”
I stepped into the boxers, my still-hard cock fighting for freedom. No matter how I focused on anything but him, my erection wouldn’t go away. I tried pushing my dick to the side so the tip wouldn’t escape the waistband.
“Doesn’t seem to want to go away,” I uttered, feeling the flame of desire on my face. “Damn!” I exclaimed, closing my eyes and trying to escape the sexual being in front of me.
“I could leave the room,” he laughed, sticking his thumb in his waistband after I opened my eyes. An obvious gesture to keep my interest squarely on him.
“Or you could stop being so damn sexy,” I replied, glancing at his thumb, willing it to push down further on the boxer’s elastic, and wishing I could see his cock again.
Chip grinned, probably enjoying the effect he was having on me. “What makes you hesitant to go with what your dick seems to want?”
“What you’ll think of me after,” I quickly answered. “Not sure why, but I don’t want you to see me as a one-night stand.”
