The Downlow Alpha (The Identity Crises Book 1) (15 page)

            
 
The alarm woke me up, and I pulled the pillow over my face to drown it out. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally annoyed me enough I got up and turned it off. I should have set it for eleven instead of ten, I thought as I trudged off to drain the vein.

              I winced in slight discomfort as I grabbed my cock to aim it, soreness from the activities of just seven hours ago reminding me of the consequences of being rough. I swore I was going to be gentler next time, as I always did the next day. Also knowing when the moment came, the promise would be broken, as the thrill and pleasure vibrated from my core. Vibrating its demands that could not be ignored.

              I turned the shower water on extra hot, and got in and stood under its spray, enjoying its soothing heat as it worked its way into my deep muscle tissue. I hated getting older. I was still only twenty eight, but I was starting to notice little pains from time to time, things that never happened just a couple of years ago. Briefly I wondered how many more years I had left to keep partying like I did.

              I was still sleepy as I got dressed, and knew I didn’t feel like making breakfast. So off to Starbucks, I thought.

              The parking lot was packed as I pulled in, and I groaned silently to myself as I circled a few times looking for a parking spot. I finally saw a car backing out, and waited till I could grab his spot. I was already dreading my decision to come here, knowing finding a place to sit was going to be a chore.

              The line was long as I took my place in it, my mind arguing to just leave when I saw him. He was breathtaking. Longer dark hair, his eyes were so crystal blue they stood out from the fifteen feet or so in between us. His lips were full and pouty, and I instantly desired to kiss them. Desired to feel them as they slid up and down my thickness.

              He must have felt me looking at him, as his eyes locked onto mine. The electric charge of his stare made me freeze, as desire as I had not known in years filled me. Desire and longing. I couldn’t put my finger on the longing though. It wasn’t a sexual one. Well, part of it was, but it was so much more.

              He smiled at me, and the look of innocence in his eyes melted me for the briefest of seconds, as I lost myself in his beautiful energy. I instantly knew he was attracted to me. His eyes said so, and despite being in public, he was not afraid for it to show.

              I heard the impatient shuffling of feet behind me, and realized the line had moved forward several spots. I had been oblivious to it all, as the beautiful young man's energy had mesmerized me. I wondered if he was bisexual. There was a woman at the table with him, who had stopped in midsentence to look at me, curious to see where his attention had gone.

              I was praying he would still be there after I paid for my muffin and coffee. My mind did a mental high five to myself as I saw he was still there after I had my coffee. Not just there, but still looking at me. I put on my best smile, and made my way to his table.

              "Hi, my name is Randy. There is not a lot of sitting room in here. Would you mind if I sat here with you," I asked, already seeing in his eyes the answer would be yes.

              "Hi Randy, please do. My name is Kevin, and this is my friend Karen."

              His voice was beautiful in its softness. Yet there was a strength to its softness that was stunning. I sat down as I acknowledged Karen, her demeanor friendly like Randy's.

              "I really appreciate your sharing the table. But I can tell by your demeanor you have a good heart," I said, dropping one of my favorite lines. Ironically, I found I wasn’t having to fake it. There was just something about him that was so damned appealing.

              "It's really no problem," he said, flashing his naturally beautiful smile again. I felt my mind go numb as I knew I wanted to know him better, had to know him better.

              "What do you do for work," I asked, surprisingly not having to feign interest. I had found long ago that the more you got someone talking about themselves, the easier it was to get into their pants.

              "I work at the hospital as a nurse's aide, but I still go to school part time in the mornings. I am going to be a nurse one day," he said, his eyes lighting up with passion and excitement at the thought of being a nurse.

              I found his enthusiasm contagious, and realized I was smiling as he shared.

              "When did you know you wanted to be a nurse?"

              "Well, I guess I knew back in high school. It was bring your mother to school day, and one of the kids at school brought their mom, who was a nurse. Listening to her talk about how she helped people sealed the deal for me. There is nothing better than helping people, you know," he said, stating the last part like everyone shared his ideals.

              I nodded my head in agreement, a fleeting remembrance of when I had used to feel the same way. Back when I was a young idealistic fool. Before I learned how the world really worked, and how one got ahead. And one thing for sure, one does not get ahead wasting time helping others.

              "What about you Randy? What is it you do for work?"

              I froze for the briefest of seconds, unprepared to be asked so quickly about myself. I was used to self-centered fools who were desperate for attention. Desperate to talk on and on about themselves. I was finding him more charming by the minute. He was so unlike the usual innocent people I found myself reeling in. There was no desperation in his innocence. No need to hog the attention.

              "My work isn’t near as beneficial to others as yours is, but someone has to do it," I said, realizing I was a little disappointed not to be able to impress him. It dawned on me later with shock I didn’t just make something up. For once I was sharing the truth about myself, something I never did. Best to get in and out without giving to much information had always been my motto.

              "I work in the accounting department for a mid-sized manufacturing company. We make plastic DVD cases. Nothing fancy about it, but someone has to figure up the payroll and keep track of the taxes and profit."

              He smiled, and turned to his friend Karen.

              "Handsome and smart. Batting two for two," he said. I found myself blushing for a second at his compliment, and a chill ran through me as I was finding myself more and more on unfamiliar ground. None of this was going the way it was supposed to. And worse yet, a part of me was happy the direction things were headed in.

              She laughed and smacked his arm lightly.

              "We better get going Kevin, or we will miss the beginning of the matinee."

              She turned to me smiling as she stood, then offered her hand.

              "It was nice meeting you Randy. Have a nice weekend."

              I took her hand, cursing that this was all slipping away. Desperation filled me as I knew I couldn’t just let Kevin walk out of my life. He intrigued me, the way he was making me feel.

              "It was nice meeting you as well Karen."

              I turned to Kevin, my hand already reaching out. He took it, and I felt the charge between us as our skin made contact, my cock waking up with desire. I had to have this man, had to know him intimately. I wanted this more than anything I had wanted in such a long time.

              Boldness filled me as I spoke.

              "Kevin, I have really enjoyed your company. Would you think I am to forward if I was to give you my phone number? Maybe if you find yourself bored some weekend, you could give me a call and we could go do something."

              His face lit up, and relief coupled with excitement coursed through me as he said he would love that, and got out his cell phone, taking my number.

              "Here, let me text you real quick, so you have mine as well," he said, punching in the numbers. My heart fluttered as my alert sound rang off, indicating I had received his text. That I now had his number.

              "I hope to hear from you soon," I said, watching him walk out with Karen. My eyes were glued to his ass, sexual tension filling me as I watched it sway slightly. I had to know that ass.

              "So what do you think of all of this," I asked, nervous at what Jeremy would think. The phone went silent for a moment, and I began to think he had hung up on me.

              "I think you better be careful, Randy. Don’t get caught up with feelings for some kid you just met. That’s how problems creep into one's life. I will admit though, from the way you have went on about this guy, I wish I had seen him for myself. To hear you talk, he is the sexiest man alive. Make sure if you do end up hooking up with him to pass him my way. Put him to the front of the list."

              His laughter pissed me off, and shock filled me that his words had evoked jealousy in me. What the fuck was going on?

            
 
I hadn’t been able to shake Kevin from my thoughts all day long, and finally broke down and called him, the whole time kicking myself I was breaking all the protocols of dating. Once you showed weakness, it was downhill from there. But I couldn’t stop myself. I had to talk to him. Had to see him. He answered on the second ring.

              "Hey Randy, what a nice surprise. What's going on?"

              It took a second to realize he had known it was from me with the caller ID.

              "Hey Kevin, I hope I am not interrupting you. The thing is, and I hope this doesn’t sound creepy to you. But the thing is, I have been thinking about you all day. I am really attracted to you, and if you are not seeing anyone, don’t have any plans tonight, I was wondering if you would want to come over and get to know one another better?"

              God, I sounded desperate. I just knew he was going to say no.

              "I would love to. I could tell you found me attractive this morning, but wasn’t sure how much. I think you are attractive too. But I have to tell you something up front, so you don't get the wrong idea. I am still a virgin. I know a lot of my gay friends sleep around a lot, and if that’s why you are calling, you will be really disappointed with the evening."

              "I think when two people are intimate together, it should mean something, be something special. Don’t you agree," he finished, the sound of hope in his voice that I felt the same way.

              It hit me that despite my strong need to bed him, I wanted to see him again even if it was innocent. And the thought he was still a virgin thrilled me even more. Oh my god, I could be his first.

              "I think that’s admirable, Kevin. And I am sure I won't be disappointed. I love your company, love how you make me feel," I said.

              He sounded excited at my response, and quickly got my address from me, and we agreed on about seven.

              I saw his car pulling up, and gave myself one last look over in the mirror. I smiled at what I saw. I had on my tight jeans, the ones that really showcased the thickness of my manhood. My black T-shirt was hugging my muscular frame, accentuating all the hard work at the gym I put in. I was absolutely gorgeous, and I knew before this night was over I was going to pop his cherry.

              I opened the door just as he got to it, my breathe catching for a brief second as my minds picture of him didn’t do him justice. He was absolutely stunning. His hair framed his face beautifully, and I found myself falling into the peacefulness of his eyes, their sparkle mesmerizing me. Out of habit, I peeked down at his pants, and could feel my mouth watering to taste the large bulge his pants couldn’t conceal.

              "Kevin, it's so awesome to have you over. Come in, please," I said, moving aside to let him past. His face was smiling, and I marveled again at how perfect his lips were. Like they had been made to kiss. Made to wrap around my cock.

              He followed me to the living room, and we made small talk. I asked him more about his job, and found his passion about what he did was drawing me in. I was finding myself riveted to everything he was sharing. As we talked, we were drinking wine I had chilling in a bucket on the coffee table.

              I finally got my nerve up, surprise at how shy I was feeling. But also knowing the night was slipping away to quickly for my liking.

              "How about we go finish this wine off in my hot tub out back," I said, prepared for him to protest.

              "That sounds like fun," he replied. "But I will have to wear my underwear. I didn’t bring a suit with me."

              I laughed at his innocence, knowing I was going commando. As he followed me out back, I could feel the wine influencing my body, and wondered how loose it was making him. I was hopeful his inhibitions were down a little.

              He admired the back yard, marveling at the hot tub as I turned on the jets. We stripped down, and I took my time as he got to his underwear and climbed in.

              "The water is really…" he started to say, his words cut short as I stripped my underwear off, my cock hard and free as I climbed in. I felt a thrill of excitement start pulsing in my chest as I saw he couldn’t take his eyes off of my rigidness. I saw the desire in his eyes, and made my move.

              I maneuvered myself in front of him, and gently took his face in my hands, as my lips sought his. His body was trembling as our lips touched, his mouth unsure at first. I probed gently with my tongue along his full, meaty lips. Slowly he gave in to his desire, his mouth opening to the gentle insistence of my tongue. Passion was flowing through me, as our tongues danced, lighting fires within both of us. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing into my thigh as we kissed. I moved ever so slightly as we kissed, till my cock was touching his through the bulge of his underwear.

              He opened his eyes, and the look of sheer passion, a wanting of more flowed from them. I slowly pulled my lips off of his, and whispered to him.

              "I respect what you want. I have never met anyone like you, and only want this to go where you are comfortable with. But I will admit, I want you so bad. I want you like I have never wanted another."

              The hungry look in his eyes grew stronger at my words, and I felt exhilaration rage through me as I felt him pulling his underwear off.

              "Can I suck on you," he asked. "I have never tasted a cock before, and I have been wanting to taste yours ever since you got naked."

              Chills ran through me as I nodded, sitting myself on the edge of the hot tub. I opened my legs for him, and as his hands ran on my thighs as he positioned himself, the electricity was strong as I began leaking from my pulsing desire.

              He lowered his head into my lap, and I felt his tongue begin licking me, shyly at first as he explored my cock. His first cock. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in his virgin mouth as he slowly descended on me, taking my head into his mouth. Despite his clumsiness, his inexperience, his mouth felt divine in a way I had never felt before. His thick, meaty lips were made to wrap around my cock, and there was a carefulness, a caring that was coming through his mouth ministrations.

              The throbbing was increasing in my cock, causing me to start rocking forward, trying to force myself deeper into his wet mouth with each downward motion of his head. He started gagging as I entered his throat, and with amazement I watched as he fought it off, forcing himself to experiment with taking me deeper into his tight throat.

              I was feeling strange feelings well up in me as he serviced me. Feelings that were not quite sexual, yet were tied to it. I liked the feelings. My desire was compelling me, demanding release.

              "I want you, Kevin," I said. "Let me fuck you, give me your ass," I pleaded, needing to thrust deep inside of him.

              He looked up at me, still holding my cock in his mouth. His eyes were a mixture of excitement and fear, and for a second I worried I had blown it, pushed for to much to quick. Then he nodded slowly, disengaging his warm wet mouth from my shaft.

              He went to the other side of the tub, and bent over the side, his ass barely sticking out of the water. I went lightheaded as my eyes soaked in his tight little ass, its smooth skin and muscular shape beckoning me as I had never been beckoned before. I got in the water, my cock jumping with desire as I walked up behind him. I spit into my hand, and began rubbing it on his rim, teasing it as I slowly rubbed my fingers into his tight tunnel.

              I made sure to use my free fingers to caress the back of his balls as I kept spinning my finger deeper, working it side to side to stretch him. I knew with the ease my fingers were being inserted that he used a dildo to pleasure himself, and felt relief I would not hurt him to badly. I couldn’t wait any longer, and pulled my fingers out of him, and stepped forward, the tip of my cock pressed to his rim.

              He gasped as I slowly pushed myself into him, and he gave a small moan as my head brushed onto his prostate, his body quivering in pleasure. I kept pushing deeper as his body reacted, till I felt my loins press into his firm ass cheeks, my balls smashed into the back of his thighs. I held still, buried as deep in his backside as possible, afraid to move lest his tightness make me cum prematurely.

              His butt was starting to wiggle against my loins, his need to feel me move inside of him overcoming him. It destroyed what little self-control I had, and I started fucking him forcefully, no longer caring how quickly I lasted. I had to have satisfaction in his tight ass. I could feel the walls of his love tunnel as my thickness pulled on it, its tightness making it hug my cock like a glove.

              He started crying out with each thrust, a mixture of pleasure and pain that was intoxicating to my ears. The sound of my loins hitting his ass reverberated in the air, adding a maddening sexuality to the electricity coursing in me. I grabbed his hips to force myself in harder, and fucked him with abandon as the electricity began vibrating stronger than I could hold, and I spewed my relief violently in his back side, crying out as I erupted over and over. The feel of my hot semen rushing around my cock in his tight cavity felt divine.

              My knees got weak, and I pulled out of him quickly, and almost fell as I turned around and sat in the water. He held himself over the edge for a moment longer, and I was afraid I had hurt him in my roughness. But as he sat next to me, his eyes were twinkling, and as his mouth descended to mine, his words made my heart soar in the heavens.

              "I love you, Randy."