TIGERS DON'T CRY - Chapter Six
In the harsh environment of a British pub's kitchen, young Nate will have to come to terms with his growing attraction for one of his male colleagues.
TRIGGER WARNING - Strong and sexual language. Explicit sexual content.
For those curious to read from the start:
We walked alongside as two mates would and I tried to imagine how people saw us. Ethan was for sure the leader-looking one and I the wing-man, the side-kick - the short guy whose name nobody remembered.
Little the world knew that we’d tossed each other’s dicks that morning, that our cockheads had been rubbing together like our tongues, twining and sliding on each other’s juices. Little did they know, them people walking down Castle Street, busy talking about shopping and friends and Poundland, that I could feel the pull of cum sticking to my skin, in those places where there was still a bit of it left. Another dude’s cum - the jizz of the guy walking next to me.
‘We could grab a cab,’ Ethan said musingly.
‘I thought you said your house wasn’t far.’
‘It’s not.’ He ran a finger down his nose. ‘But uh, the cab’s faster.’
I raised an eyebrow, ‘It’s only twenty to three, we have all afternoon.’
He chuckled, a little embarrassed, and bent over to say something in my ear, his hand shielding his lips, ‘I’m walking around with a massive hard-on.’
My eyes moved to look before I could even contemplate if I should. He wore a long sweater that covered his crotch and his trousers were baggy. But, now that he mentioned it, there was a suspicious bulge there…
‘You staring at it doesn’t help,’ he smirked.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, ‘Right. Sorry.’
He laughed, ‘You don’t need to say sorry, it’s fine! I want you to do more than look, you know. Just, at this very moment, we can do nothing about it.’
‘Alright.’ My dick was waking up too and I said, ‘Yeah, probably a cab is best.’
I’d left my bike at work since Ethan had said there wasn’t a place where I could leave it in his house. Also, it’d be a bit of a bother to wheel it along. I was half-planning to go pick it up later, but I figured getting an early cab or walking to the pub tomorrow morning wasn’t going to be the end of the world.
We waited by the bank for the taxi to pick us up. It was an alright day, all considered. It wasn’t raining and it wasn’t cold but the clouds reigned supreme, fat and lazy, filling every blue corner. I texted Louis.
‘Won't be back till later dude. Going to a mate’s house. Good chance 4 u to bring a girl home and have a long romp LOL’
As if I wasn't planning to do something along those lines myself, only with a dude with a beard, loads of tattoos and a terrific dick.
Not a romp for me, though, I told myself. Only a massive, reciprocated toss and jizz everywhere. Would I be up for giving a blowjob? I might be real bad at it. Oh God, is Ethan going to suck my dick? Jesus Christ...
Warm fingers brushed the sensitive spot between my palm and wrist. I lifted my gaze to find Ethan eating me with his eyes. His touch might be furtive, us standing in a private corner and all, but his expression would have given us away if anyone cared to look.
Ethan was a good bit taller than me, like most people in all fairness - twenty inches or so. He towered over me and the strength he gave out, meshed with the desire in his eyes, made me wince with embarrassment and something deeper - a feeling I could only describe as what an animal would experience while under the paws of a fearsome tiger.
Of course, the chances that Ethan would actually eat me were more than scarce but sometimes you don’t need teeth to devour someone. I couldn’t run. I was the chosen feast... and that was it.
He chewed on his lip, ‘Nate, you know… you’re so cute, man.’
I shrugged, ‘Hm, alright.’
Ethan caressed my wrist more insistently, slipping his fingers under my sleeve to reach the hidden skin. ‘You don’t like me saying you’re cute?’
‘No it’s just, like, it’s odd hearing another guy saying it.’
His slow touches stopped, ‘Is it?’
‘I’m not used to it, that’s all,’ I added quickly, sensing I’d offended him somehow. ‘Compliments. Stuff. I’m nothing special.’
His touch resumed, but only with one careful finger, ‘Did you have girlfriends before?’
‘Yeah.’
‘And they didn’t tell you they found you attractive?’
I shrugged again, ‘My first girlfriend did, sometimes. But it was… it was different.’
Ethan looked around and, satisfied nobody was looking our way, he bent down to kiss my ear, his fingers twining with mine.
‘I think you are so cute. My dick got real hard just imagining you naked on my bed. I want to hear you moaning again as you cum all over yourself.’
He relayed the message in a low, sultry whisper and I helplessly blushed. I hung my head because I didn’t want him to see the state of my face. Ethan picked up on it though.
‘Oh, man, you’ve gone all red! God, you’re so fucking cute! Shit, where’s the cab? I want to get going. Can I kiss you a little bit?’
‘No,’ I muttered. ‘Everyone’s looking.’
Ethan was jittery. He squeezed my hand tighter and I let him because, at that moment, I really needed something to hang on to.
Eventually, our taxi pulled over. Throughout the brief journey, Ethan watched me, slipped his hand over mine and traced my fingers with his. He also unrepentantly adjusted his erection which, now that his legs were open wide, pressed against his jeans with little disguising. The taxi driver was busy talking on speakerphone and didn't pick up on our exchange of heated looks. Ethan wanted me to notice the hardness he sported and I, in response, looked at it for long moments. My dick was in full mast too.
When we finally reached the address, a group of run-down houses in Miskin Street, Ethan and I got out of the taxi as if it were a sweltering place. Ethan chucked a tenner to the driver and said, ‘Keep the change.’
Like many houses in the area, it was a terraced home with brownish-bricked walls and pasty-white paint, with a gateless front garden and weeds growing in all the cracks of the cement. Ethan whipped out his house key and slid it in the lock.
Inside, it was a mixture of a student house and a family home - in the sense that the mess was there, but it was somewhat arranged in a sensible order. Pizza boxes were stashed by the sofa tidily as if someone had the true intention to get rid of them but hadn’t been bothered to do it just yet. Loud music played, coming from a nearby room; some indie wooh-ooh crap that was so not to my taste. Someone sang along to the whiny lyrics, pots and pans clanging through the unimpressive performance. We weren’t alone.
I stiffened. If I was nervous before, now my anxiety had increased tenfold.
‘This way,’ Ethan said in a low voice. He began making his stealthy way through the narrow space between the sofa and a cluttered coffee table, in an attempt to slink through incognito. I was grateful for that; I didn't want to deal with strangers, especially in a situation I myself was barely coming to terms with.
Between the kitchen door and the flight of stairs, there was a mountain of… things. Coats, stuffed animals, shoes, magazines and a stupid bloody wire, concealed in the confusion on the carpet like a trap in a hodge-podge forest. I tripped on the blasted thing. Obviously.
Ethan caught me before I could land face-flat on the floor. I yelped in the process and he looked at me, his eyes saying, ‘What have you done?’
‘Who's there?’ A high-pitched voice asked. The indie singer poked his head out of the kitchen, a wildness of anciently dyed green hair falling over his face.
I got freaked out a bit at the sight of his bright yellow irises; it took me a moment to realise he was wearing lenses.
His eyes widened, ‘Ethan!’
‘Hey Mannie,’ Ethan said with a got-busted tone.
Mannie’s eyes narrowed and flicked between Ethan and me, ‘What’s going on?’
‘Just… we’re going upstairs,’ Ethan said.
Mannie’s eyebrows shot upwards, ‘Oh. Alright. Have fun, I guess?’
Ethan nodded and grabbed me by the arm, ‘Let’s go.’ He sped up the stairs.
‘Alright.’ I followed behind him, wondering what that weird exchange was all about.
The landing was narrow and the wood under the worn carpet creaked. Ethan opened one of the doors on the right and led me inside what I supposed was his room.
His bed was unmade, with the face of an angry samurai on his duvet and a black stuffed bear with huge, green eyes on his pillow. There was a small pile of clothes on a chair, a pair of shoes he’d seemingly kicked out of his feet, a desk with drawing tools - graphite and coloured pencils, pens, paints… and pics of tattoos everywhere. Both designs on paper and photos of limbs, backs, chests and necks - all decorated with beautiful art.
I took in the sight of it all with marvelled eyes.
‘Wow.’ I turned to look at him, ‘Are these all yours?’
He stood by the door, hands in his pockets and smiling, ‘Yes.’
‘Oh!’ I stepped closer to one of the framed pictures, ‘This is my brother’s!’
I looked at the familiar artwork, the monkey and the armoured skeleton fighting in a fallen city. ‘So good. You’re amazing!’
He stepped closer and put a hand on the small of my back, ‘I want to hear you say that again,’ he said sultrily, ‘Only in a slightly different scenario.’
That strange weakness I’d felt before near him took hold of me again. Ethan pressed his fingers between my buttcheeks and my dick grew hard. He turned me around, enveloped me in his arms and slicked his tongue over mine. I was a little hesitant, timid as I accepted his touches but he was none of those things. Ethan grabbed, stroked and tasted as much as he pleased, with no restraint. He sucked on my tongue and pressed his erection against me. I moaned. His fingers prodded on my butt, right there where nobody had ever touched me, not even me. I put my arms around his neck, messed up his hair and felt the roughness of his beard.
‘I’m not ready for… for full-on sex I… I’m sorry…’ I murmured between kisses.
‘That’s alright,’ he panted. ‘No rush. Take your clothes off?’
‘Yeah.’ I slid off my sweater, T-shirt and undid my trousers. In the meantime Ethan had pulled off his shoes, thrown his top on the floor and lowered his trousers and boxers, releasing his hard cock and standing naked in all his artistic, masculine glory. After stepping away from his jeans and underwear, he bound his arms around my waist in a sensual embrace. His hot skin against mine made me light headed with sensation. He smelled good too - even though he’d been working and sweating all morning. Ethan’s tongue travelled down to my chest; he sucked on it as his hands massaged my skin, feeling and caressing. He flicked his tongue over my nipple and I whimpered and gasped.
‘Mmm, Nate,’ He said ruggedly. ‘My dick’s leaking because of all the dirty sounds you make.’
It was hard to think straight, to make sense of things. He helped me to remove the last of my clothes and we stood, starkers, in the centre of the room. Ethan licked his lips as he watched me.
He took his cock in hand and wanked in earnest, ‘Man, you are… oh, you’re a fucking vision.’
I looked away, ‘You think so?’
‘Mmm yeah dude.’ He encouraged me to turn around with a gentle touch on my shoulder. ‘Oh shit, look at that round little arse!’ He stroked my buttock softly, ‘It’s like… perfect. Jesus Christ, you’re a dream!’
My self-consciousness pierced the roof, ‘Yes alright, I get it. You like arse.’
Ethan laughed, ‘Yeah, I do.’
He raised a cheeky eyebrow and bent over to kiss me some more, tugging me close. I felt a little braver and explored his body with my hands - muscled back, miles of smooth, warm skin and the soft hair on his forearms.
‘Yes baby, touch me,’ he said.
Our hard dicks brushed and sparks of euphoria skittered up my belly in anticipation of what was to come. Ethan went to the door and turned the key. He was on me a second later. We kissed a few moments longer before he pushed me on his bed and let the weight of his body engulf me.
Our quickened breaths moulded together; we became a mash of kissing and hungry touches. I ran my hands up and down his form and slid the sole of my feet on his thighs and calves, feeling their sturdiness.
Ethan began rocking gently over me, our cocks rubbing together and I was lost in bliss. Moans escaped from my throat like excited birds as the sensation of being in contact with Ethan’s body and dick conquered me completely.
He raised himself on his hands and smoothed his cock over mine, balls to tip.
‘Oh my God,’ I gasped.
Ethan’s eyes sparkled with mischief, ‘Do you like this?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said breathlessly.
He moved over me again and I arched, pleasure rolling through my body and uncontrolled sounds escaping from my lips.
‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You prick is so stiff. Are you going to cum like this?’
Ethan kept going as if I was a fascinating experiment. He held my wrists down on the mattress while our dicks fucked. He kept me pinned with one hand while the other reached between us to jerk our leaking cocks.
Our eyes met. His gaze was intense, wholly intent. I wondered what he saw in me.
Ethan lowered his head to kiss me with such tenderness that my whole being vibrated with the softness of that touch. I opened my mouth to invite more of him, licked his lips and he groaned. He let go of us and let our shafts press onto each other without guidance, his hips moving with urgency. There was wetness between us, precum perhaps. Mine or his, I couldn't say.
Few more thrusts, cockeads stroking in a sea of hot stickiness and I was cumming, spilling helplessly over my abdomen and exhaling breathy moans against his shoulder.
‘Fuck yeah,’ he murmured. Ethan sat up, the adorned canvas of muscle tensing as his arm exerted, fist pumping his cum-drenched erection. His eyes gleamed with a wolfish passion as he groaned and hummed low in his throat through his orgasm, shooting white spurts over me, marking my body with his warm jizz.
Panting, he gazed at the result of our efforts for a long moment. He lay on the bed and hugged me close to his chest as if I was something to treat carefully - like I was made of glass. My heart beat fast, flutter after flutter of uncontrolled emotion.
Ethan peered into my eyes, brushed my cheek with his fingers and kissed my lips.
‘You’re amazing,’ he whispered.
I broke into a grin, ‘I thought that was supposed to be my line.’
Ethan chuckled and blushed a little, ‘Yeah. I can see why sides are fine sticking with stuff like this.’
I frowned, ‘Sides? What’s that?’
He kept on smiling and brushed my hair away from my face, ‘So cute.’
I poked his chest hard enough to make him wince, ‘Don’t ignore my questions dude.’
Ethan squeezed me tighter and groaned, ‘I’m too tired to explain. I’ve been awake since quarter to four, thanks to you.’
I stroked his back, ‘Why so early?’
‘Man. You sent me that text saying you wanted to talk and I got all anxious.’
‘Oh. Sorry.’
‘It’s cool.’ He kissed me in that noisy way of his, suckling gently on my cheek. ‘It was totally worth it.’
After a moment, I said, ‘I couldn’t sleep either.’
He smiled dazzlingly at me, kissed me and rocked me a bit.
My nose pressed on his ribcage, right over his beating heart. The scent of his body, a mixture of sweat and herby spices, numbed my thinking process. ‘We’re like… a cum sandwich.’
Ethan clicked his tongue, ‘Oh well.’ He grabbed the duvet cover and draped it over us. ‘Let’s sleep for an hour or so and then we can jump in the shower.’
I could argue that I had longish pubes and dry cum was a bitch to wash off but… I couldn’t care less. I was warm, cuddled up and satiated. There was no way I was going to move.
As sleep trickled in, I asked myself if hooking up with strangers was always supposed to feel this intimate, if the heart could beat contently near someone you only wanted for sex and nothing more. Of course, the battle within me might have very much started then, under the softness of the samurai duvet. The first contender had taken its position: the excruciating want.
Fear and shame waited around the next corner.
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