post coital

I knew the night was going to be hard enough to get through without adding idiotic complication to the equation. Jason and I had met only a week before and he had asked if I had known of any trendy hot spots in town that might be of interest "well that all depends?" I replied. He looked at me quizzically and said "depends on what?" I'm the early to mid 90's I was still finding myself and want really out to anyone. I didn't really know how to pick up on whether others were gay or not either. My"gay-dar" wasn't really in-tune. But looking at this hulking machismo specimen of a man I treaded with caution and played with my words. "Well it depends if you like traditional or non-traditional type of entertainment." Hearing this sparked up his million smile and he leaned in to me on the counter and flirtatiously mouthed "non-traditional?" Baiting me. Knowing I'd I have no review but to simply ask "I mean, are you gay, if you're gay, if you're into those sorry I'd nightclubs I know some cool afterhours places." Beet-red I retreated into myself the moment I blurted it all out. He looked back at me "of course, and yeah, I'm gay. I just moved here from California. I've been staying with my parents for and a week now." He extended his hand to mine "my name is a Jason". Over the course of an hour we discussed my JanetJackson t-shirt and her most recent tour , he had seen her in Hollywood. We talked about how I was the first year guy he met since coming to Arizona and he felt how great it was to finally have an outlet. Then he asked me if I wanted to plan on meeting the following weekend to go out dancing at one of the clubs I knew of, which at the time I had suggested the works in Scottsdale, and we were set for our first rendezvous. From the moment it eyes met, I could not get him out of my head. I could close my eyes and  hear his voice and know just what he looks like and it all made no sense to me. When he picked me up that Saturday night, I could smell his cologne sticking heavily to his skin. The man liked to dress according to his body type and this night was no different. He had on a pair of jnco jeans, a flannel button down shirt with the sleeves cut off, buttoned up half-way just enough so that his manicured sunbathed pectorals were just visible enough. He has in a nice leather belt with a modest chrome buckle and he finished off the look with his generic combat boots, a chrome wrist watch and his favorite blue Boston Red Sox ballcap with the giant red "B" on it. The man was perfection! I felt shabby in comparison. I was wearing my checkered button down long sleeves short with a with undershirt and a pair of blue jeans along with my black Vans. Honestly back then, I didn't have much style and over the years it has evolved. Together though, we looked very casual and comfortable. We showed up to the works a bit early and Gracie I was still underage, I had to wait to get in. Jason debated on going in before me, but ultimately decided to wait with me because he didn't know where he was and we were there together, and it wasn't like an official date. Once inside the club, he gripped my hand and led me around so that we could get a feel if the atmosphere and the dancefloor. The music was booming, while people's bodies where throbbing too and fro. Every so often the hiss of a steam machine would send out puffs into the air accentuating the lasers shooting every which way. Overhead announced the DJ "Good evening Ladies and gentlemen, I'm your DJ tonight Mister Marcus Schultz and Welcome to the WORKS in Scottsdale!" And with that the sound of "Apotheosis - "O Fortuna" flooded the speakers as the DJ announced the nights adventure at hand! With that surge of adrenaline, Jason grabbed me by the waist and we found it spot on the dance floor and started dancing with one another! The music would hit with every boom and Jason and I found our rhythm and clearly he was the dominant partner in our relationship. With every beat he pulled me close, ground his hips into my legs, pushing himself into my groin. I'd turn around and back my ass into his crotch and allow his hand to pull me back into him while we bumped and grinded and gyrated to the sounds of techno beats coming from the speakers. I turned into him and he pulled me close, his lips and breath moving up the make of my neck to my ears "you dance pretty good!" In the dimly lit nightclub I respond "thanks, so do you!" I could barely contain myself. I had no frame of reference. I was following the leader and he was showing me all the right moves. We continued like this off and on for a couple of hours. Taking a break here and there to get some water or to go outside to get some air by the pool. This have us an opportunity to talk about small things, like how he didn't had a middle name, or how he worked overnights unloading trucks for a big box trailer. We talked about how he was living with his parents temporarily due to a personal set back. And I also learned that he was a fraternal twin and the youngest of six brothers. By the end night we had exchanged enough information about each other that it only seemed natural when he took me home to ask "would you like to spend the night?" Again, I was be to these things and didn't know how "being gay" worked so when he said yes my nerves shot through me like wildfire! We collapsed into my bed, fully clothed and layed there in quiet exhaustion. My brain was in overhaul what is he waiting for? Is he falling asleep? Why is he in my bed?" And then, he turned and his arm pulled me close to him "is this okay?" He spoke. "Yeah," I whispered eyes closed. My dick hardening in my pants. His tongue met my earlobe "do you like this?" and his his strong grasp moved about my torso. "Mmhmm" I nodded compliant and under his control. I turned to face him and it lips met, just enough to kiss softly, little stuffy exchange of tongue and lips. Our hands on each other's waists and or shoulders, grinding into one another. "What do you wanna do?" He asked. "I don't know, whatever you wanna do." I replied. "Can I fuck you?" He asked heavily. "I've never really done that." I snickered. He laughed, "it's okay, we can do other things." And he flipped me around as we fumbled our of our clothes. Our naked bodies side by side one another, our erect pricts standing at attention as we kissed each other's skin and explored the canvas of each other's body. He tasted so good. Even after a night out, dancing and sweating, tasting him inside of me filled me with exotic sensations until he came with exasperation. "Lay back" he whispered his head disappeared below my belly button, his warm mouth gently working my shaft whole he simultaneously worked his index finger around the taint region of me ass causing me comes almost immediately. "Good boy!" he reassured and he smirked and he made his way back into my embrace. Exasperated and worn. We covered ourselves lightly with a sheet and fell asleep. His arm resting over my chest as is laying ownership to newest conquest. We woke hours later. Talked about things in life and how being gay was strange. He asked me if I had a boyfriend and at the time I didn't, so he was all to eager to know if he could see me again.  To this I was more than thrilled! All I could think about was spending the entire day in bed being naked with this man. Of course, we both had to work so that could not happen. We'd both have to get up and get dressed and get about on our day. But first, we had another quick make out and cum session. Our shared exchange that night into the early morning felt instant as if it were written in the stars. Although a bit hokey, sometimes romance stories can seem like that, a lot flash with no real substance. Jason and I fucked many times, but when we made love it was different, we were on a different level. And sometimes the afterglow was not always bliss. I wouldn't discover until about a year later that he had anxieties that tormented him and kept him on edge. Sometimes they kept me on edge for fear of not knowing what to do or how to handle them or him. I just know that we kept going on.