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[Surfliner]

As someone who spent many eye opening sexual experiences at Black's and SD adult bookstores, this thread is a treat

 

[somethingtosingabout]

As someone who spent many eye opening sexual experiences at Black's and SD adult bookstores, this thread is a treat

Ah good! I'm trying to do right by my fellow SD boys

 

[just_looking_dude]

great writing!

 

[Rafael Carlos]

Chapter 16: Tommy

I’d spent the morning singing Samir’s praises to the agency in excruciating detail, and I think I’d finally settled their concerns.

My grandmother would be back in his care next week.

Around five, I decided to walk to Hal’s place one more time, just in case.

I knocked and he answered.

His curls were loose, his skin a richer golden-brown than before, like he’d been out swimming all day. He wore just a baggy T-shirt and athletic shorts. He looked cozy.

“I was hoping it’d be you,” he said, to my surprise. “Come in?”

************

Hal wanted to apologize. So did I.

But first, I had a proposition.

Because today’s caregiver had started late, I had the evening free. Until ten, at least. I pulled the baggy of ecstasy tablets from my pocket and held it up in front of Hal.

“Wanna get high?”

I’d done ecstasy before in college. I fucking loved it. I could see how people got addicted. It made everything feel vivid and present. Like nothing existed except the here and now.

I remembered how it felt like my skin could breathe and everything it touched was pure static electricity.

But the best part was how clear my thoughts became. I could say exactly what I meant without stumbling or second-guessing myself. I’d never felt as articulate or as confident as I did when I was high like that.

It made me feel like I could handle anything. Like I wouldn’t get my feelings hurt.

And I’m always getting my feelings hurt.

If Hal was open to it, maybe this would help us strip down some of the walls between us.


************

“I don’t feel anything,” Hal said, an hour after we took the pills.

“Just wait.”

Ten minutes later, he turned toward the window. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating particles of dust in the air, like a constellation coming to life.

“Oh. Oh. Now that’s brilliant,” he said, and then threw his head back and let out a cackle.

He was feeling it now.

************

When the ecstasy hit me too, I found myself ready to ask about Katie. I wanted to see her, the girl Hal was going to marry.

He pulled up her Instagram and let me scroll.

She looked stunning and put-together and worldly. And she wrote genuinely funny IG captions.

“She’s the prettiest girl in the world,” I said and meant it.

“She’s the goddamn people’s princess.” Hal responded. Then, after a pause, “I miss her.”

“Do you think you’ll tell her about all of this? How you picked a fight with a fragile gay boy with a dying grandmother?” I said, teasing.

“I am sorry about that.”

“I’m just kidding.”

“I know. Still. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I did.”

Hal looked down for a second. “Thing is... I haven’t talked about August in years. I think about him every day, but I haven’t said his name in God knows how long.”

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I didn’t think I’d get so... aggro, when I brought him up to you. I didn’t expect that. But I guess I didn’t know how I’d act. Once I said his name, it all just came rushing back. The good, the bad. All of it.”

“Does Katie know about him?”

“Sort of. It came up. When we talked about this trip. Why I wanted to go.”

“But not the full story?”

“Not the full story.”

“You haven’t given me the full story either.”

“No, I haven’t. It’s not a good story. Really. The thing about August is... it just feels unfinished. Like this question I’ll never have an answer for.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.”

“If you found out today that you only had one month left to live…”

“...Morbid. Go on...”

“So, you only one month left to live. You can only have so many conversations with so many people. Would August be one of the people you’d want to talk to before you die?”

“Of course.”

“What would you say to him?”

“I’d say… I’m sorry I made things weird. I miss you. I miss my best pal. I never would’ve done any of it if I knew it meant losing my best mate. But if I’m dying, I should also tell you: I think I was in love with you. I think you’re the first person I ever loved. I’ve been looking for you in every person I’ve met since. And I just thought you should know.”

I nodded. I wish I could have that exact conversation with Dylan, the first boy I ever loved. I couldn’t, of course. He was dead. But sometimes I imagined it. Summoning him from beyond the grave. Or going back in time. Just to let him know.

“I think you should tell August that.”

“I should, shouldn’t I?”

“Make a plan. Reach out.”

“And if he thinks I’m mad? Or tells me to fuck off?”

“I think it’s about readjusting your expectations. You need to tell him how you feel so you can move on. But how he reacts is up to him. That’s out of your control. If you need closure, then define closure as telling the truth, not getting some particular outcome. Some perfect reaction from him. Outcome is not closure.”

“Managing expectations. I hate that. That’s all life is. Constantly managing expectations.”

“Yeah.”

He sat with it for a moment, then nodded.

“I think I’ll do it. I’ll reach out to him.”

************

There was a lull in conversation.

We were sitting on the ground in the living room now, which we had decided, for some reason, was the comfiest place to be.

Hal leaned back a little and caught my eyes.

“You’re staring,” he said, soft and amused.

I didn’t look away. “Yeah. I just like looking at you, I guess."

Hal looked down at his hands, then back at me. We sat in the glow of it for a minute. The lights from outside were shifting on the walls.

“You always get like this when you’re high?” he asked.

“Like what?”

“All soft and gooey.”

I shrugged. “I think it’s just how I am. But usually I try to hide it.”

Hal tilted his head, studying me. “Don’t.”

He said it like it wasn’t a big deal.

Then, casually, like he hadn’t just disarmed me completely, he nudged my foot with his.

I nudged back.

************

“I have to tell you something,” Hal said eagerly, pupils huge. His high was peaking. I could see it in his face. He must've felt like he was seeing me in high definition.

“Okay.”

“I went to Black’s Beach today.”

“Seriously? Damn, you’re rawdogging this whole gay panic, huh? No dinner first, no lube. Just straight to the cruising beach.”

“Settle down.”

“Sorry.”

“I went with this handsome chap, Samir…”

Samir.

How did they meet? It had to be my Samir, right? He wasn't mine, per se. He didn't belong to me, obviously. But still.

I wondered if the jealousy would hit harder once the high wore off. But for now, I just wanted the details.

“Did you… fuck him?”

“Have you any patience, Tommy boy?”

“No.”

“Right. ’Course not. No, I didn’t fuck him. I watched him fuck, though. It was… hot.”

“I can imagine.”

“I swear I saw right into his animal nature. Ditto the other lad he was shagging. It wasn’t just watching two bodies fucking. It was like watching their raw materials smash together to make something new. Something neither of them could’ve created on their own. Something that would only ever belong to them. It was intense."

“Yeah. It can be like that with guys. I mean, I’ve never been with a girl. Maybe it’s like that with them too.”

“Maybe. But it didn’t look like anything I’d ever experienced with a woman.”

I nodded. I remembered when I was more active on the scene. Some of the most honest sex I ever had was with men whose names I never learned, and who I'd likely never see again.

Hal leaned back, eyes closing as he settled into the memory. His legs were spread wide, the definition of manspreading. He let one hand drift across the stiffening bulge in his shorts, then let out a quiet whimper. His eyes flicked open, like he caught himself off guard by how good it felt.

Hal had never rolled before, so I leaned in, gently.

“Want me to show you something else that feels good?”

He nodded faintly.

I reached behind his head and scratched lightly at his scalp, drawing small circles into him with my nails. His body melted into the touch. He smiled and his eyes fluttered shut again.

Then I took his hands and guided them to his face.

“You should feel your stubble,” I said. “It probably feels amazing right now.”

He rubbed circles with his palms over his cheeks. He liked it so much he kept doing it, losing himself in the sensation. When he stopped, his face was flushed.

“Take off your shirt,” I said.

I was never that bossy sober.

But he obeyed, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the floor.

I leaned in, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, breathing warm air down his chest. I dragged my face along his skin, then raised his arms and pressed my slightly-open mouth into his armpits. He moaned, low and shaky.

Then I pulled back.

With just my fingertips, I traced slow, upward swirls on his stomach. I focused on the details. The way his muscles tightened. How each ab seemed to rise to meet my touch. I took my time.

Then I dragged my finger gently around his left nipple.

He gasped. His fists curled and he placed them under his thighs. Sitting on them as if to hold himself back from whatever he might do next. Then he started slowly rocking his hips forward, small gyrations that seemed out of his control.

His breathing grew short.

He grabbed my hand, stopping me as he looked at me with a wicked smile.

We'd both been caught up in a spell and needed to come back down to earth for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex on ecstasy?” Hal asked me.

“They say you’re not supposed to. That nothing ever lives up to it again.”

“Right... Y'know I haven’t cum in a month? And all of this…” He glanced down at his hard-on straining against his shorts. “This is torture.”

“That’s a long time to go without busting.”

“Yeah. It is.” He rubbed his crotch again and I watched intently. I must've looked embarrassingly eager. Desperate, even. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he might taste in my mouth. What he might feel like inside me.

“Can I help you with that?” I asked, nodding toward his erection.

Hal laughed under his breath. “Have you been tested recently?”

“Honestly? No. I haven’t hooked up in forever, but I don’t technically know my status right now.”

“Okay.”

He stopped touching himself.

Sober me would’ve panicked and blamed myself for killing the moment. But right now, it didn’t feel like rejection. Whatever happened next would be the right thing, as long as were together.

“Want some water?” I asked, remembering how dehydrating ecstasy could be.

I started to stand. But he caught my arm and pulled me back down.

“Get tested this week.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, eager to obey. I'd do anything he asked.

“We can still have some fun right now,” he said, more softly.

He got to his knees and lowered his shorts, exposing himself to me. For the first time, I had a clear, head-on view of his cock.

His pink tip was just starting to push through his foreskin and dark blue veins protruded noticeably along the shaft, like his bloodstream was working overtime to keep up with the arousal.

“Can I see yours?”

I pulled down my pants. My cock pressed against my briefs.

He couldn't wait. He hooked his fingers into my waistband and pulled them down below my ass. My cock flung free with a bounce and slapped against my belly button on the way up.

“That’s a pretty cock,” he said.

“So’s yours.”

He grabbed his and started stroking. I followed suit.

“Want some lube?” he asked, nodding toward the bedroom.

I shook my head. “I’ll cum too fast with lube.”

Facing each other, we continued jerking ourselves off.

We had different techniques.

Hal had a consistent rhythm. He'd slip a finger beneath his foreskin, circling the head. Then he pulled the skin up, covering the tip, before wrapping his fingers at the base and stroking slowly, with his thumb dragging along the underside on each downstroke. He used his other hand to work pressure into the space under his balls, his thumb pressing upward and working his prostate from the outside.

I twisted my wrist and kept my palm focused on the sensitive head of my cock. Every now and then I'd make my way down the full length of my shaft but for the most part I only worked the top. I never touched my balls. I didn’t care for ball play at all, really. Instead, I slid my fingers up my my body and started to shiver. I loved light touches on my body. Even from myself.

I let my fingers drift up my chest, like how you’d guide a pointer along a Ouija board: slow and gentle, fingertips barely guiding it, steering a path toward an answer you already knew but instead chose to believe was the will of some unseen phantom. For a moment, I let myself believe it wasn’t just me touching myself. That maybe something supernatural was happening here.

“I’m getting close,” Hal said. “Will you hold my hand?”

I reached for him and our free hands interlocked.

Somehow holding his hand felt more intimate than any sexual act I'd ever been asked to perform.

“Oh fuck. Here it comes,” he gasped.

My eyes were glued to his cock. I wanted to watch him bust.

Back when I was dating, I never swallowed a guy the first time we hooked up. I always wanted to see what kind of load he'd blow. I wanted to appreciate the show. See how much cum he made. If he was a shooter or if it dripped out. I was always so curious.

But Hal interrupted me with a little tsk of his tongue.

“Look me in the eyes,” he said. “I want you to look me in the eyes while I cum.”

So I did.

His body tensed then he exploded, nutting all over me. It was huge. I'd never gotten so wet from another guy's load. This is what one month without busting did to Hal. It was incredible. I felt it land on my stomach, my cock, my thighs. But I never broke eye contact with him.

He moaned, then swore. I could see it was taking everything in him not to close his eyes. But he squinted at me through the burst of pleasure, never losing my gaze.

This brought me to the edge immediately.

“Can I cum for you?” I asked, practically begging.

He nodded.

I started jerking myself off faster than before.

My whole body shook and I nearly lost my balance. He let go of my hand and grabbed me under the arm to keep me upright. I gripped his shoulder, steadying myself.

I came hard. It was a big one. My cock convulsed and I could feel five hot ropes escaping me.

Hal laughed and I knew I must've hit him with my cum. Still, we kept looking right at each other.

After a moment lost in each other's eyes, we finally looked down.

“We’ve made a proper mess, haven't we?” Hal asked, still catching his breath.

We laid down next to each other on the floor and wrapped up in each other’s arms.

We let the cum dry on our bellies. Nothing could pull us apart right now.

************

At 9:45, I went back to Grandma’s. I was slowly starting to come down from the high.

And unlike the night before, I was certain I’d see Hal again tomorrow.

Hot. Finally they did it. Sort of. I like how intimate and “spiritual” the experience was. It felt good and beautiful.

 

[Rafael Carlos]

Chapter 18: Tommy

We’d finished at the clinic and that felt like enough for one day. At the lowest points of my depression, a day was good if I accomplished one thing. If I made it out of bed, even.

The come down from the ecstasy had dragged me back to that place. That drained, low energy version of myself where everything felt like moving through molasses. I could’ve crawled back into bed and stayed put until the next morning.

But Hal wouldn’t let me.

“You really don’t feel like shit today?” I asked him. It was like the drugs had no adverse effects on him at all.

He just smiled. “I feel amazing, Tommy-boy.”

I wanted to borrow that lightness.

“How do you do it?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“Just… decide to feel good.”

"It takes practice, mate."

The clinic would text my results within twenty-four hours. Which meant in another twenty-four hours, Hal and I might actually be having sex. I'd let him fuck me, if he wanted. I assumed that's how we'd start.

Until then, we had the afternoon to kill.

“D’you want to have some fun?”

“Sure,” I said, because I’d do anything he asked.

***************

We ended up at a sex shop called 'Red Room.'

The blacked-out windows were a dead giveaway of what kind of business this was.

A flickering red neon sign reading ADULT NOVELTIES greeted us as soon as we entered, along with the smell of latex, lube, and body odor.

Racks of explicit DVDs and magazines lined one wall in plastic cases. It felt like the 1990s. It felt like going into the horniest Blockbuster you could imagine. Another large wall was dedicated entirely to harnesses, whips, toys, costumes, lube, you name it.

The guy working the cash register looked like he’d just wandered off the beach and accidentally stumbled in here, into a job selling butt plugs. He was twenty-two, maybe, with wavy blond hair, sun-streaked and sticking up in every direction like the sea breeze was the closest thing he had to a comb.

He wore a black tank top that had the store's logo on it and revealed his muscular arms.

“Welcome to Red Room,” he said, in a lazy California surfer accent.

“Thanks,” Hal and I said in unison. It was the obvious response but it made me stupidly happy that we were so in sync.

The cashier leaned against the counter with a loose, unbothered posture, but as we moved through the narrow aisles, his eyes tracked us.

Not in a shoplifting prevention way.

In a way that sent blood to my cock.

Every time I glanced back, he wasn’t looking at the register, he was looking at us.

In a regular store, you’d assume he was suspicious of us. In here, I was almost certain he wanted to fuck us. Or fuck Hal, at least.

Hal stopped first at the wall of toys and picked up a vibrator shaped like a penguin wearing a bowtie.

“Adorable,” he said, turning it over in his hand.

“Yeah, nothing says sexy like an endangered, flightless bird,” I muttered.

He rolled his eyes and set it back down carefully.

I drifted into another aisle and stopped at the neatly arranged section of prepackaged enema kits.

I picked one up.

“Presumptuous,” Hal’s voice came from over my shoulder.

“Who says I'm douching for you?” I shot back.

Hal laughed.

Eventually, we wandered down a narrow hallway at the back of the store where a faded sign reading CINEMA hung over a closed door. The black paint was chipped at the edges.

We handed over a few crumpled bills to the cashier, then pushed through the door and into a different world.

The space was an old screening room, the kind of place you’d expect to see an indie film or a midnight cult classic. Big enough to hold about fifty seats.

The theater was dim and a vintage porno was playing on a big screen. It was all gorgeous film grain and seventies body hair.

Porn used to be an art form, I thought to myself.

I mostly watched porn on my phone these days. It felt so disposable. This wasn’t like that. This felt truly cinematic.

Dozens of men were seated in the screening room, scattered through the rows, watching the porno on the big screen intently. Some sat alone, jerking off and keeping to themselves. Others paired off in the corners, heads buried in each other’s laps, the occasional moan cutting through the sound of the film.

Hal and I sat down in an empty row towards the back.

Hal was without a doubt the most beautiful man in the room. The light from the screen painted his face in beautiful colors.

A memory came back to me.

A gay friend in college, older than me by a few years, said something once about cruising that stuck with me: how it was wholesome, of all words. Equal opportunity, he called it. Every man in the bushes or the alleys or the backrooms was there for more or less the same reason. They weren't there to be picky or judgmental. They were there to get off in the company of other men looking to get off. Cruising spots were some of the only places you'd ever see jocks and fat guys, old men and closet cases all coexisting and interacting and cumming together. Boundaries were communicated, honesty was expected, and everyone had their fun.

He told me his best fuck wasn’t with a boyfriend or a hookup from an app, but a stranger in a park, tucked behind a bush. They’d been completely honest with each other, without fear of judgment. He told me they spoke their desires aloud, what they wanted and what they didn’t, and then they gave that to each other without pretense and left the park completely satisfied. Without anyone around them ever knowing they were there or what they had done.

Cruising in the bushes is to hide and be found, all at once, he said.

I thought about that now, in this dark theater, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Hal, amongst a group of men looking to be seen and understood in the most plainly primal way.

I leaned over to Hal. “You wanna jerk off?” I whispered.

Hal’s lips twisted into a small smile. He shook his head. “Not yet.”

A few minutes later, the store's cashier slid into a seat beside us.

“I’m on my ten,” he whispered loud enough to still detect his surfer boy vocal fry. “Can I join you?”

Hal and I both said yes too fast. Like we were needy.

The cashier grinned at that, then his hand went to his pant's zipper and he pulled himself free.

His circumcised cock was already hard. It was long and thick, with a pronounced pink ridge.

He wrapped his fist around himself, thumb sliding around the head of his cock in sensitive circles. Then he started stroking in quick pulls.

I couldn’t stop watching the tendons in his wrist flexing with each motion and the small shift of muscle in his forearm.

He repositioned a bit, propping one leg over the chair in front of him for leverage. The position opened him up and his hips tilted forward, cock pushing out from the smooth plane of his tan stomach.

His breath began to come faster, shallow puffs of air that made every muscle visible under his tight work uniform.

Beside me, Hal sat perfectly still. He wasn’t looking at the screen anymore. He was watching this.

The cashier's orgasm came fast. The first rope of semen hit him right in his open mouth. The second landed lower, soaking into the black fabric of his work shirt, pooling thick and warm against the store’s logo.

He leaned back in the seat and exhaled. A post-nut smile spread over his face. “Thanks for watching.”

Hal and I looked at each other and then let out a quiet laugh.

“Do you, uh, do you have another shirt?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, my eyes fixed on the cum drying and staining his shirt.

He looked down, then shrugged, completely unbothered. “It’ll dry. Some of the customers really like it when they can smell my cum on me."

Hal made a sound I’d never heard before. Something between a cough and a laugh. “Right. Yeah.”

“I’m Jaden, by the way,” the cashier said casually, tucking himself back into his pants as he stood and headed back to the main part of the store. “See you out there.”

***************

Before leaving the sex shop, we decided to buy some toys, and my douche.

Jaden rang us up, his shirt still damp.

“So, there's this warehouse party tomorrow night,” he said, grabbing my hand and scrawling an Instagram handle across my skin with a Sharpie. “Message this guy, tell him Jaden sent you. He’ll hook you up with the deets. It's gonna be fucking hot.”

“We’ll be there,” Hal said immediately, committing us both.

Jaden’s grin widened. “Good boys.”

I wanna hear more about Jaden.

 

[GarryBloodworth]

Its so Hard to Admit But I'm Stepping Out And Being Honest. Ive Shed a Tear Twice Already. Not in A Bad Way, But Like Long Dormant Things I Havent Thought About And Felt. First Coming Out And All The Joys, Romance And Intimacy I've Wanted With Men. Not Happened Much In My Life. Just Reminding Me What I've Always Wanted And Deserve. I havent read something this Great In Years! Im Hooked! Lol . The best

 

[somethingtosingabout]

Its so Hard to Admit But I'm Stepping Out And Being Honest. Ive Shed a Tear Twice Already. Not in A Bad Way, But Like Long Dormant Things I Havent Thought About And Felt. First Coming Out And All The Joys, Romance And Intimacy I've Wanted With Men. Not Happened Much In My Life. Just Reminding Me What I've Always Wanted And Deserve. I havent read something this Great In Years! Im Hooked! Lol . The best

All my love to you!!

 

[GarryBloodworth]

All my love to you!!

Same And Thank You For The Genuine Feelings That Bubbled Up. I feel different today in a Good Way!

 

[Lorialo]

Ive read all 3 of your stories here. You are a wonderful writer. I can't wait til there's more!

 

[somethingtosingabout]

Ive read all 3 of your stories here. You are a wonderful writer. I can't wait til there's more!

Thank you so much <3

 

[hairyjacques]

Truly perplexed why a green card holder would feel anything but gratitude for the United States. If Samir doesn't like it here, he should enjoy life as a gay man in Mexico... or Egypt.

 

[Devious Obsidian]

Truly perplexed why a green card holder would feel anything but gratitude for the United States. If Samir doesn't like it here, he should enjoy life as a gay man in Mexico... or Egypt.

With the way green card holders are treated in this country, especially if they're not white passing, i wouldn't blame him. He has the right to feel however he wants no matter where he lives or where he's from

 

[somethingtosingabout]

Truly perplexed why a green card holder would feel anything but gratitude for the United States. If Samir doesn't like it here, he should enjoy life as a gay man in Mexico... or Egypt.

With the way green card holders are treated in this country, especially if they're not white passing, i wouldn't blame him. He has the right to feel however he wants no matter where he lives or where he's from

At the end of the day, Samir is a work of fiction! My personal writing philosophy is to not judge any of my characters, but to try to understand their point of view, whether I agree with them or not.

Though, for the record, I agree with Samir and think he has every right to be critical of the USA. He's doing it quite peacefully too, I'd say.

 

[Poepepoe]

At the end of the day, Samir is a work of fiction! My personal writing philosophy is to not judge any of my characters, but to try to understand their point of view, whether I agree with them or not.

Though, for the record, I agree with Samir and think he has every right to be critical of the USA. He's doing it quite peacefully too, I'd say.

Patiently waiting for the new chapters

 

[Iceacid]

Truly perplexed why a green card holder would feel anything but gratitude for the United States. If Samir doesn't like it here, he should enjoy life as a gay man in Mexico... or Egypt.

What a reductive way of thinking
Why would anyone feel gratitude towards the empire just because they live in its core
The reason places like Egypt or Mexico aren't queer friendly has to do with the US so why be thankful for it

 

[littleguy2]

As you wish!! The return of Hal!

Chapter 5: Tommy
“I want you to be happy,” Grandma said before I left the house.

Tall order, was my first thought.

Then I considered just giving happiness a try. Maybe it really was that simple?

I’d have to think on that more later because I was pulling into the driveway of Hal’s rental, which was identical to my grandmother’s except for the garage door that was painted a slightly off-shade of tan that sent our HOA into an absolute meltdown.

Even behind his sunglasses, I could see Hal staring at me like, Where the hell have you been? I yelled out an apology for my tardiness as he jogged over to my car, a beat-up Toyota, and hopped in.

“We’re running out of time, mate!”

“For what?”

“I’ll explain on the road."

I offered another quick apology because my car’s air conditioning was busted, so we’d have to keep the windows down on the drive. Then we were off, the hot wind rushing in like a hairdryer on full blast.

“So what’s the rush today?” I asked, remembering the urgency with which Hal had hopped out of the jacuzzi earlier, and now again with this energy like the world was on fire.

As we drove, Hal filled me in. Apparently he had climbed up onto the roof of his rental the first night he moved in. With a couple beers in hand, he'd wanted to feel the breeze and have a evening under the stars. But the roof hadn’t been maintained in years. One misstep and he cracked some old boards, popped a few shingles loose, and left behind a mess of jagged nails jutting out at odd angles, warped plywood, and peeling tar paper. Suddenly there were whole sections of the roof that looked ready to cave in.

“And you didn’t think to alert the homeowners? Or try to fix it before now...” I asked.

“I was on beach time, Tommy-boy.”

“And you're not anymore?”

Hal wiped sweat from the back of his neck. Even with the windows down, the car felt like a sauna. He took off his short-sleeved button-up and let it hang on the window, revealing a thin white tank underneath.

“If I start now, work straight through, six hours tops, I can get the plywood sealed, slap down a temporary patch, and make the whole thing sit-able again. Just in time to catch the fireworks from the roof tonight.”

It sounded like a huge, masculine undertaking, and I made an involuntary oof sound.

“Last time I went up there,” he said, “I damn near sliced my thigh open on a rusted nail and sat on something that crunched. I don’t need to go back home with your American tetanus. Or roof rabies. My fiancé would kill me.”

There it was. Fiancé.

Fuck.

But was his fiancé a man or a woman? The word hung in the air like frustratingly gender neutral bait.

My brain started buzzing. I couldn’t stop dissecting the sentence. I was being weirdly silent again but Hal always seemed to pivot without any discomfort.

“Maybe you can join me tonight,” Hal said. “Pretty sure my roof has the best view in the neighborhood.”

Then, like he sensed the way my energy shifted, he added quickly, brightly, “It’s Independence Day, Tommy!"

He had a way of treating life like it was always just on the edge of becoming something magical.

“That all sounds...” I trailed off, searching for the word.

“Cringe?” he offered.

“I was gonna say romantic,” I mumbled.

He grinned like a bastard. “I am a proper fucking romantic.”

I don’t think he was joking. No, looked over at me like he wanted me to know him. We didn't sit in the moment for long though.

“Is Tommy short for Thomas?” he asked, brow furrowed like this was suddenly the most important question in the world.

“No. It’s long for Tom.”

“Your parents named you Tom?”

“That was the first of their many failures,” I said.

He gave my thigh a supportive squeeze. I took my eyes off the road for a second. But it was Hal who made this feel dangerous.

********

When we got to Home Depot, which was thankfully open all day on the holiday, I remembered two things in rapid succession:

1. My balls were still painfully full from Samir’s earlier cockblock.
2. Home Depot had a reputation in certain circles as a very popular cruising spot.

I hadn’t ever done anything like that before. I didn't date or hook up, let alone go cruising. But the temptation rose in me like a fever. I wondered if I could slip away while Hal was gathering roof supplies. Just check the bathroom. See if anyone was there. I didn’t need much. A quick handjob would do the trick. The curiosity itself was turning me on.

As we wandered further into the store, I gathered the courage and said to Hal, “Hey, I’m gonna take a piss.”

I’d never said that in my life either. Gonna take a piss? I sounded like I was doing frat bro roleplay.

Hal gave a quick nod then resumed scanning the store for the lumber section.

I walked toward the men’s restroom. My heart was racing so hard I felt like I might faint.

I pushed the door open slowly. It creaked. A useful little warning to anyone inside.

Empty.

Every stall was wide open. No feet, no shadows, no one at the urinals.

It was probably for the best. But I could see why this place had the reputation it did: the stall doors stretched nearly to the floor so you could easily fit multiple people in each stall, and the urinals had no dividers between them. It would be so easy to peak.

I didn’t actually have to pee. I’d gone before we left. But I stepped up to a urinal and took my dick out anyway. Just in case.

I gave myself thirty seconds. If no one came in, I’d walk away.

I started counting down silently to myself.

30...

29....

28...

When I reached 5, the door creaked open.

I turned slightly.

Hal.

He stepped up to the urinal right beside mine.

“You had the right idea, mate,” he said, unzipping. “Had too much water today.”

Then, a steady stream of piss against porcelain. Hal was looking straight ahead, like this was completely normal, because it was.

My cock twitched. I tried to cover it with my hand, angling it down, but I was fully hard, and there was only so much hiding I could do.

I allowed myself one small sideways glance.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him: thumb and index finger pulling back the foreskin. So he wasn't lying about being British, a paranoid thought I had entertained earlier in the day.

I looked away, trying to commit the image to memory. He looked to be about five inches soft, and thick. I wondered how much bigger he got when hard, if at all.

I wasn’t much to look at soft. Maybe about four inches, but my cock grew substantially with even the slightest charge of arousal. I liked that about myself. It felt like a superpower, how big my penis could grow.

But honestly, I didn’t care about size. Hal’s cock looked perfect to me.

I stole one more glance as he gave himself a shake, watched his foreskin slide back into place. Then I looked away again, fast.

He zipped up and headed to the sinks.

The second he stepped away, my cock erupted with cum.

It was sudden. I hadn’t been stroking it, barely even touching it, just holding myself in place. There’d been no build-up. No warning. Just an instant, full-body surrender. My whole body flooded with warmth and euphoria. I clenched my teeth and tried not to make a sound, but in that moment, I almost didn’t care Hal heard me.

I came hard. Six thick ropes splattered against the urinal. If I’d been lying down the way I usually jerked off, the first shot would've cleared my shoulders and hit the wall behind me. The last shot, slower but still powerful, probably could’ve landed straight in my mouth.

My back was facing Hal, thank god. I don’t think he had any idea what I was experiencing just a few feet away from him. He left the bathroom while I was still pulsing through the aftershocks.

And as the door swung closed behind him, I had the wildest urge to call out. To stop him.

To ask him to stay.

To watch.

But I didn’t.

I washed my hands and I was immediately feeling lighter. More level-headed.

When I stepped back into the store, Hal was waiting for me with a cart half full of supplies.

“That was the longest piss ever, mate. We’re running out of daylight.”

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m a little pee shy.”

He gave me a crooked grin. “That is quite possibly the least surprising thing I’ve learned about you today,” he said, negging me gently as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me back toward the building materials.

So hot thinking about him shooting his load like that. Wish I was next to him

 

[Poepepoe]

When will the next chapters be out?

 

[S.lewis2029]

Chapter 9: Tommy
"I don't know if I'm bisexual, Tom. I'm just… curious. I've always been a little curious. Is that alright?"

Hal sounded defensive. I didn’t blame him. For all its laid-back charm, San Diego County wasn’t always the most open minded place to be. And Hal hardly knew me or where I stood on anything, really.

"Of course that’s alright," I said quickly. "I'm gay, man. I don’t give a shit about that stuff."

"The fuck? You are?" Hal looked genuinely surprised.

"Yeah..."

I thought telling him might make him feel more comfortable to talk about his feelings, but instead, he pulled further back. Hal reached for his shirt and pulled it on.

I took inventory of the situation. There was a gorgeous, drunk, bicurious man sitting beside me. A lesser man might’ve tried to take advantage of this situation but I felt strangely sober all the sudden. I just wanted to help him.

"It’s perfectly natural to be curious," I offered.

"I know that, mate."

"Is Katie upset about it?"

"She’s a progressive girl. She wants me to have my fun." He said flatly.

"So what’s the problem then?"

"I don’t know. What if it's not just fun. What if I unlock something I can’t ever put away? What if I’m never me again after this?"

"I get that. That’s a really normal feeling."

"So what’s the answer?"

"There isn’t one," I struggled to find the words. "But... maybe the version of ‘you’ that you think you are right now... maybe that’s not the full picture." I cringed at the clumsiness of my speech then tried again. "Or maybe you won’t be different at all. Or, like, you won't be a whole new you at least. Maybe you're just giving a new part of yourself a chance to stretch its legs or something."

"Bro, I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying right now," he whined, somehow sounding more British than ever.

I wasn’t good with words. I never had been. The beers weren't helping either, but honestly, who was I to be giving someone advice on how to be your authentic self?

"Can I ask you some questions?" I said, switching gears. Maybe this would work better if I let him do more of the talking.

"Go on," he muttered.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy before?"

"What, like had a wank with my boarding school mates? No. I’m not fucking posh. I didn’t grow up like that."

"What about team sports? Or a college fraternity? Did you ever do that kind of stuff?" I asked. Those were the usual sanctioned spaces where straight guys gave themselves permission to share affection and physical intimacy with one another.

"I never laid a finger on any of my boys."

I wasn’t trying to shame him or dig for dirty details. I just wanted to know what we were working with here.

"Do you remember the first time you felt curious about another guy?"

He paused somberly. It was like watching a lifetime pass behind his eyes.

"Christ," he muttered, cracking open another beer.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes," he said, with the slightest tilt of his head and a flicker of sass.

"Can you tell me about it? Tell me about him."

Ahhh.. can’t wait to binge read the series