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  I slowed my pace letting him get used to me opening him up. He would need to be opened a lot for me, because of the width of my cock when it was at its hardest—and it couldn’t get any harder than it was now. I stared down at Ethan with my eyes perusing him, from his hair down to my jerking cock, clenched and locked tightly in his beautiful ass.

  When Ethan rose to his knees and leaned his ass into me, I knew this was it for us. How perfect to find someone like him, I thought. I couldn’t imagine being any happier than I was now riding his perfect round ass. Perfect for me in every way.

  When I’d smacked him on the ass, he’d been jolted with surprise because he didn’t expect that, nevertheless, he took the next open-hand slaps as part of my sexual play without a surprised look and fell into it.

  Ethan appeared to be a natural at what I needed to introduce him to—my world. The world of BDSM and leather. I didn’t want to go too far until I’d discussed that part with him. It was just something I enjoyed doing—fucking and smacking his ass lightly before I drove my hips forward.

  My warm palms lightly hitting him, reminded me of how much I adored his ass, and that I had finally found the man for me.

  I knelt up and took both globes of his spectacular round ass in my hands, looked down at how my thick cock fitted snugly into his stunning tight hole as pre-cum oozed inside the condom. I wanted this to be bareback, but I had to settle for what I could get at the time. I really didn’t need anything that would separate us. I loved to feel the closeness and intimate nature that being bareback brought us.

  Once we were free to interact with each other without condoms, I thought Ethan would be more receptive of this lifestyle.

  “I need you to get tested. I have my papers already,” I panted breathless over Ethan.

  Ethan turned his head to the side. “If you want that, then I will.” He never argued with me like the men I’d had before him. He knew the importance of the test for a long-term monogamous relationship. I wasn’t a man to fool around, however, I’d met too many who were, and I thought perhaps Ethan had shared my values too. That’s what drew me closer to him if that was possible.

  If we were to experiment and engage in sexual positions that neither of us would object to, then we needed to be on the same page with each other.

  When Ethan agreed, it was as if I couldn’t hold back. This meant that he wanted me too. I leaned over him and pressed my cock forward, and then pulled out my outrageously hard dick, but when I saw the vibration of his beautiful hole begging me to take him, I shot my hips forward driving into his ass, then pulling out. My heart was beating so fast as I leaned over and onto Ethan’s back with my cock wedged tightly inside his body.

  I reached around him, then took his cock in hand and stroked him with a rhythm that both of us were falling into. I pushed my cock in deeper, and he encouraged me by forcefully aiming his ass into my chest, reaching my cock’s base. I reached around and dug my fingers into his slim hips, then grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him even closer.

  Ethan turned his face and I took his lips with a crushing kiss as Ethan breathed into my mouth, and mumbled, “Luca, I didn’t know. I didn’t know I would feel this way about any man the way I feel about you. I don’t want to let you go.”

  “Then don’t.” I didn’t like the way he’d said that. It had two meanings and I didn’t want to waste time thinking about it now. “I’m coming, baby.”

  I reached and took possession of Ethan’s cock, my fist easing down to his base before I began stroking it to the tip, then back to the base. I felt my hair tingle, and warmth eased through me as my balls tightened. I filled the condom, and Ethan’s warm cum shot over my fist and on to the sheets.

  I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop, especially when Ethan shouted, “Daddy, you’re making me come. I can’t help myself.”

  Chapter 6

  Ethan

  I woke sated in Luca’s firm arms, my head on his chest, my hand raking through his fine chest hair as my finger gently traced a line, stopping before I reached his nipple. I didn’t want to wake him. Lifting my head slightly upward, I peered at my man. He wore a peaceful smile as he slept. How handsome and gentle he looked.

  Luca’s incredible face had only a few lines, the laugh lines around his mouth indicated to me he loved to laugh. I held back the compulsion to kiss each one.

  His expressions and secure nature, I must say, I couldn’t have been more pleased with him. Moving away from Luca, I glanced over at the clock, the leather things were there lying haphazard on the floor reminding me that this wasn’t a dream. I inhaled and exhaled. Finally, he’d taken the handcuffs off me, and dropped them with the leather harness on the floor to the side of the bed near a lamp table.

  Luca brought me into his world with me kicking and screaming. I wanted him and perhaps needed him so much that I would cross that threshold with him. However, I knew once I’d gotten home, away from his overwhelming good looks, perfect body, a cock to match, and this beautiful home, I would be able to think this through, then I would know if I truly wanted all this.

  I would be a fool to walk away from him and all this, I thought, but then I’d been accused of being a fool by former boyfriends when I left a high paying job to go to San Francisco.

  And what did they know?

  I needed to get home immediately, because I had a lot of things to take care of, like going over my finances to see if I could afford a better place. I knew Luca had been serious about me moving in with him, but I didn’t think I was ready to share a home with someone, even if I thought I loved him.

  I’d been living alone for so long, I wasn’t certain I knew how to share a life. Did I have the right disposition and skills to share with a man as giving as Luca?

  Being the only child, I never had to share. So how was I going to share things with a man where everything belonged to him except for my few possessions I’d shipped up here? I didn’t have any leverage I thought.

  I couldn’t dangle my crayons in front of him, then threaten to take my crayons back, like when I was in first grade and I’d threatened a classmate that I wasn’t going to be his best friend anymore. Or when I was younger. I’d met someone who complained that I was difficult and selfish. I was sure it was the truth, but I didn’t want to hear that. No one wanted to hear that you’d been that way forever—selfish, and you didn’t want to change.

  I blamed my parents. Why not, everyone blamed their parents, especially their mothers. That was a mother’s lot in life to get blamed for all the fucked-up things that you did. My parents never corrected my bad behavior as an only child, and I never corrected that bad habit of being entitled, no matter how much my parents tried to explain later, that I had to share. That die had been cast too early, and there was no turning back for me.

  Now I had to share myself and my love with Luca, and I didn’t think I was equipped to handle that now. I didn’t really know this man, or whether he’d be a good fit for me. Luca wanted a partner. Didn’t a companion-lover think of the other person more than they considered themselves? Was that what a partner was—a sharing individual. Then that left me out. If I told Luca I couldn’t move in with him, then I would be doing him a favor.

  But how did I tell Luca I was not partner material, no matter how much he wanted me to be?

  I’d moved to San Francisco on the spur of the moment, because I didn’t like the women in the Law Firm trying to marry me off, and worse, trying to get me to marry them, or the men I’d dated wanting to set up house with me.

  I just took my shit and said, “See yah.”

  Now I was facing what I never wanted to face in the first place, someone to pin me down and make me listen, pay attention and love. I had a physical attraction for Luca, but I wasn’t sure about anything else. Didn’t that take time to develop? Luca wasn’t giving me enough time to think.

  One last look at Luca’s handsome trusting face, and I eased out of bed as discreetly as I could without waking him. I grabbed my clothing and d
ressed. I should leave a note, I thought, glancing around for a pen and paper. Did anyone use that anymore? Probably not, so I decided to call an Uber and text Luca on my way home.

  On leaving the bedroom, I noticed his house servant glancing at me, and then turning as if it wasn’t unusual for someone to leave in the dead of night. After I’d opened the door, and stepped into the night air, I heard a lock click behind me.

  I stood still for a few seconds texting Luca, and when I finished, I looked up and there was the Uber pulling into the circular driveway. I stepped to the curve and climbed into the car.

  After giving out my address, and the driver was heading the car away into the street, he looked into his rear mirror and gushed. “I like the fares I get from that address,” he indicated with his head, never taking his eyes off the wheel. “The owner has an account with us. Pays well especially this time of night. The men who go there—and there have been many—leave about this time. It’s like they’re trying to escape. What goes on in there?”

  “Why don’t you just drive and mind your own business,” I fretted, joyless and a bit jealous. Jealous that I wasn’t the only one in Luca’s life, and he had men coming and going from his home.

  Another thing I didn’t like to share... a man. My man. One I’d fallen in love with.

  I thought I’d been the only one, but once again that was my selfish narcissistic nature rearing its ugly head. How could I fathom that I’d been his only boyfriend because someone as handsome as Luca had to have many men, but why did they leave him in the middle of the night, as I was doing now?

  Those men, including me, couldn’t have the same issues—commitment. I’d like to think I was the only one he’d ever asked to live with him, but what the fuck was that good for?

  I’d walked out on him like the others.

  I CHECKED MY TEXTS and hadn’t got an answer, so I headed out to find an apartment I could move into that was cheaper, yet the ones that were cheap were dilapidated and uninhabitable. Finally, I decided on an apartment referral service I’d discovered on the internet. However, the only thing I could afford was renting a large room from an elderly couple in a nice part of San Francisco.

  I made an appointment with that couple and when I parked on California Street, I looked up and smiled. The amazing three-level pre-war home appeared to have been renovated. After they opened the door and showed me in, I glanced around at the high ceilings, bay windows, and hardwood floors before I sat down with them.

  Then I discovered that they needed me as much as I needed them.

  “Ethan, we’re hoping you can stay at least six months. You will have the second floor and there is a parlor, large rooms and a master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. We don’t care if you are straight or gay, that’s not our concern, although, we find that gay men are much nicer to rent to and they pay on time.” Some gay men, I thought.

  “We just need a commitment from you that you will pay on time,” the elderly gentleman added, clutching his wife’s hands, “And you can have the apartment as soon as you need it. Hopefully this week.” They looked at me with sad desperate expressions.

  I had considerable savings and I could guarantee that I would be able to pay them on time for the duration of the lease. I gave them a deposit, not knowing whether I would be able to get out of my lease on the other apartment.

  After I paid a deposit, the man, who appeared in his late seventies or eighties, chatted. “We love our home and don’t want to turn it over to developers. As you can see, we’ve renovated to make it comfortable and want to eventually sell it to someone who will take care of it, not sell it to a developer who is dying to tear it down. We’d like to stay in it for as long as we can before we have to go to live with our children. When you get to our age, you don’t want to be a burden, but you discover that you are.

  “With all the new buildings coming up, the taxes are rising even for us at our age, and even with the help of our children it’s still hard. We don’t want to sell unless we get the right family, or someone who will cherish our home as much as we do.”

  I stared at them and realized how they felt about having something of their own, and how they wanted to keep it for as long as possible. The part about being a burden had hit a nerve. I didn’t want to be a burden to Luca at work. He would cater to me and probably cause a rift in his law firm.

  This old couple didn’t want much, and for what they offered me—all of the second floor, a large bathroom and sitting room, the use of the kitchen when I needed it—the price was way lower than I expected for such a lovely home. That was why I wrote the check, and gladly handed it to them.

  The couple admitted that they couldn’t pay the back taxes. They needed some help before they lost their home, and I’d been a blessing. Everything was working out for me and them. Now I had to think about Luca. With the low rent, I had time to find another position outside his firm.

  I had to get back to my apartment to see if I could get out of my lease. I said goodbye to the old couple after seeing the entire house and the second floor where I would live, and I couldn’t be happier. I thanked the couple and when they showed me to the door, they were smiling too.

  Driving away, I thought about contacting some of the other law firms that had wanted to hire me, so I sent texts and called a lawyer I’d spoken to earlier when he came to Arizona as a recruiter. He’d given me his card when I interviewed with him, and now the time seemed right to get in touch with him and see if the offer was still good.

  However, Luca’s firm had taken me sight unseen, only with my résumé and references, where everyone gave me an excellent rating.

  I’d parked in the garage at my recent, soon to be history apartment, ready to step out of my car, when the son of the supposed owner of the building, who pretended to supervise the place including soliciting other men for his personal habits, ambled out of the back seat of an SUV, zipping up his pants. I could see that there was someone else still in the car moving around. I assumed it was a man from the silhouette of his face, and from the previous invitation I’d gotten from this building supervisor for a blow job.

  I continued walking to the door, pretending I hadn’t been affected by what I saw, and personally I wasn’t. He was a man, and men fucked, I had no problem with that, especially since I was a gay man too. However, I suspected that the supervisor had been drawn into my world because of his need to pay for drugs.

  I stopped at the elevator, then turned to my right to see where everyone had gone when I recognized the man who had called me a fruit. He’d been fucking the manager in the SUV.

  “You want something?” Turning to my left, I heard a familiar voice when the elevator finally stopped. Standing with a smile on his face, smelling of alcohol and week-old musk, I stood eye to eye with the manager. The elevator opened and we both walked inside. He stood against the wall. “Don’t tell me you’re judging.” It must have been the surprised look on my face that made him think so.

  “No. I don’t judge men. You are what you are.”

  “Yeah that’s right. We’re horny bastards.” He held his cock and I prayed that my floor would come up soon and I could get away from him.

  When we stepped off the elevator, seeing I was almost home, I blew out a soft breath so as not to alert him of my uneasiness at being in his company. He walked alongside of me, because we were neighbors. I stopped pretending I was looking in my pocket for my phone. He paused, turned around, and walked back to where I stood.

  “I need to speak to you about my lease,” I coughed. It was either now or never. “There’s a clause which gives me a certain length of time during which I can break the lease... I think this place is not for me.”

  He propped one black boot against the back wall, and one hand over my shoulder and smiled at me with coffee and cigarette-stained teeth. “What is it? This apartment building isn’t good enough for you?”

  “It’s not that.”

  He eased his body closer to me. I thought he would gra
b and kiss me, or maybe hit me. I moved away from him inching to my door.

  I’d taken time off, and I’d been moving around when people were away working and children were in school. I felt uneasy. The building was empty except for me, the manager and a few people who wouldn’t call the police if they heard a call for help.

  Looking around, there was no way I could fend off an attack by him in his drugged-out state, without one of us getting hurt, and I was sure it would be me. If someone happened to call the police, they would probably take his side once he mentioned I was gay, which had nothing to do with anything, and his family owned the building, which had everything to do with this situation.

  I wasn’t as tall, and I was thin. I didn’t have the energy that taking drugs would give me. Clearly he had the advantage on every front, and this was his building, or belonged to his family. I would be just another gay man making a complaint.

  “Then what is it?” he grumbled in a gruff voice. My eyes blinked as he brought me back to the moment. “If you’re looking for a man to fuck you, then I’m that man. I can give you a blow job, rim you, or if you’re into BDSM I can accommodate that too. I just need some money.”

  “To buy drugs?” He narrowed his eyes, and I stepped to the side. “I said I don’t judge. I just need out of this rental agreement, because I can’t afford the rent. I’m losing my job and I can’t pay this high rent.”

  “You can stay with me,” he suggested, moving closer.

  “I don’t think my boyfriend would like it,” I noted, moving away from him.

  “You just got to town. Where did you find someone anyway?”

  Before I could ask him what fucking business it was of his anyway, and just to answer the fucking question—could I get out of this lease without going to court? I heard a powerful voice after the elevator stopped and opened on my floor.