Jim was a beautiful drunk. I first laid eyes on him over at the Good Times Saloon. The Good Times was a very blue-collar bar around the corner from my apartment building. Some afternoons when the writing wouldn’t come, I’d take the elevator down to the street and roll on into the Good Times and park my wheelchair at a table in the back and drink gin-and-tonics and watch the local action until I was seeing double.
He was tall and rangy and ropily muscular in a way that suggested hard, low-paying manual labor rather than the gym. He had flames tattooed up and down his sunburned arms, and he had big beautiful hands, and tragic grey eyes.
He didn’t notice me. Why should he notice a plain-looking middle-aged woman in an electric wheelchair drinking alone? But I noticed him. I all kinds of noticed him.
When I asked him what he was drinking, he said ‘Tequila’, so I bought him a shot of Cuervo.
He had drifted up here from Texas with his pickup truck and his dog, following a girl. The girlfriend had of course broken his heart shortly after they’d moved in together and he was struggling to make ends meet. He was the kind of guy who had the worst kind of luck, and it was never precisely his fault.
He was part cowboy, part musician, part carpenter, part welder, part sculptor, and all trouble. Exactly my cup of tea. Carlos, the bartender du jour, winked knowingly from behind the bar. Inside my panties, my clit perked right up and my pussy salivated.
I was nervous about propositioning him. All the usual reasons. What if he said No? What if he thought I was a freak? What if he laughed at me? But I knew he wouldn’t say no. It was only two in the afternoon, and he was already on his third or fourth shot of tequila. He was telling me about how he was having trouble making rent, how he couldn’t find any work. The unions kept all the decent paying work locked up; illegal Chinese and Mexicans flooded the labor market. He’d sold a sculpture last month, but had to spend the proceeds to fix his truck.
“How would you like to make some cash?” I asked him.
“Hell yeah,” he replied, “I’m a good carpenter. I’ve been doing light construction since I was fifteen. I could remodel your apartment, renovate your bathroom…”
“I just want to watch you fuck.”
That stopped him dead, right in the middle of reaching for a shot glass. He blinked two or three times. “Fuck?”
“Different people. While I watch. I’ll give you forty bucks a pop. Cash.”
“When do I start?”
“Tomorrow night. Come by my apartment building around eight.”
I decided to try him out on Ashley, an escort whose services I employed from time to time. She claimed to be putting herself through nursing school. It might even have been true.
Ashley showed up right at eight. We sat down and had a drink and caught up on gossip together. I kept checking the clock on the kitchen wall as we chatted. Me and Ashley get along really well. I’d almost call us friends. She’s a smart girl and good company, but she does charge by the hour, and she ain’t cheap.
The doorman buzzed Jim up around eight thirty, quarter to nine. When he walked in the door I could smell the liquor on him, ten feet away. Ashley and I took one look at each other and nodded: “Off to the shower with you, Mister.”
When Jim came out of the shower, he was naked and clean and looking delicious. Ashley was all ready to go, lounging on the bed, naked except for her black thong panties. I positioned my wheelchair for optimal viewing, with my vibrator close at hand.
Our boy looked pretty damn hot: kind of a yellow complexion and a bitch of a farmer’s tan, but a nice body, tall and lean with lots of muscles and scars and interesting tattoos (in addition to the flaming sleeves, there was a little monkey on one shoulder, a she-devil with bat wings and huge tits on the other shoulder, and a square-rigged sailing ship on his thigh), and those big sexy hands of his.
Ashley went right to work, applying that talented and well-paid tongue of hers. Whether it was because of stage fright or booze, or a combination of both, it took Jim a while to get it up. The wait was worth it though: watching his cock get hard was a joy to behold. It was like watching a time-lapse film of a flower growing and spilling into bloom. He wasn’t exceptionally long, but he was thick, and his cock had a pronounced upward curve.
Ashley certainly seemed to approve. She wiggled right out of her skimpy black panties, and I could see that her neatly waxed pussy was wet and excited. She rolled a condom down Jim’s proud shaft, pushed him down on his back on the bed, and climbed onboard for a ride.
She opened up her pussy with two fingers, and very deliberately dragged herself back and forth across the condom-sheathed head of his cock until he was moaning out loud, begging for it. Then, with a very satisfied little smile, she slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling herself, filling her cunt with cock.
I pressed the vibrator hard against my clit as they fucked. Ashley bounced up and down on his cock, which glistened sexily with her wetness. She fucked him slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and louder and more and more out of control. He was grunting and groaning and humping her back. Ashley told me later on that her orgasm was real, and I believed it. Her tits were bouncing furiously, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. Every muscle in Jim’s body was clenched, every tendon tensed. He looked like a wild animal. His cock made sexy slurping noises as it slid in and out of Ashley’s wet wet pussy. She was rubbing her own clit with one finger as they fucked furiously. My panties were down around my ankles, the seat of my wheelchair was soaked. I timed my own orgasm to coincide with theirs. Ashley was a screamer, and the walls of my apartment reverberated with her cries as she came; Jim was a silent orgasmer and the look on his face as he shot off inside her totally set me off. It was one of the best I’d ever had.
“That was the best scene I’ve ever done,” I told Ashley later on over gin-and-tonics.
She nodded her head enthusiastically. “Can we keep him?”
Over the next several weeks, I made employed Ashley and Jim’s services a lot. What the hell, I could afford it. I gave Jim a hundred bucks and sent him to a doctor for a full check-up, blood tests, the works. Surprisingly enough, he came back clean.
I got to watch Jim fuck Ashley in a whole variety of different positions. My favorite (and Ashley’s) was having him do her from behind. She’d get down on all fours, tits hanging down and hair fetchingly mussy, and I’d have a fine view of Jim’s taut buttocks humping away, slowly at first, then faster and more urgently. I loved watching those big, powerful, dexterous hands of his: fondling her breasts, pulling her hair, playing with her clit, slapping her pretty white ass. I loved it when he’d wet one of those thick fingers of his and slip it right up her asshole. (So, apparently, did she. Ashley claimed to come every time with Jim, and even if that wasn’t strictly true, then at least she did a damn fine job of faking it.) I loved watching him come, either buried deep inside her pussy, or yanking the condom off at the last moment and jerking himself off onto her, squirting oodles of gooey white guy-juice all over her face, tits, ass, cunt, or wherever took his fancy. Sometimes she’d suck him off just like a porn star, and that was pretty freaking hot too.
Often I’d treat them both to dinner, either taking them out to a restaurant beforehand, or ordering pizza or Thai food after the scene. They could both use more solid food than they were getting.
“Our boy Jimmy should try laying off the booze a little bit.” Ashley told me one night while we were waiting for Jim to make his appearance.
‘And you my dear,’ I thought but didn’t say, ‘should try easing off on the cocaine just a touch.’
One afternoon, when I was on my way out to a meeting with my literary agent, Mrs. Krapowski, my downstairs neighbor, stopped me in the hall.
“Who is that delicious young buck who’s been coming by so often lately? Don’t tell me he’s your new visiting nurse?”
In the past, I had explained Ashley away as a home healthcare provider. Which, in a way, she was.
“Jim?” I said, “Oh, he’s just a friend.”
“Really… just a friend?” Mrs. Krapowski gave me a look like a large bird sizing up a particularly juicy worm. “You can tell me, he’s your boy-toy, isn’t he?”
I admitted it.
“My oh my!” Mrs. Krapowski exclaimed, looking at me with envy burning in her eyes. I wasn’t used to getting envious looks from other women. I kind of liked it. “What I wouldn’t give for a slice of that pie!”
Mrs. Krapowski was about ten years older than me and married to a plumber. She was a big woman, in every sense of the word, but she had a good honest laugh and a warm smile, and that goes a long way in my book. I felt like I’d be a lousy friend, a bad neighbor, if I didn’t offer. Besides, I had a suspicion that it might be really hot to watch.
If Jim was surprised by my choice of partners for him for the evening, he hid it pretty well. He was very polite, and introduced himself to Mrs. Krapowski, and shook her hand, and I could tell that she was quite charmed. We promptly dismissed Jim to the shower – he’d come straight from work and was covered in sweat and construction grime. If he’d been drinking, it was only a beer or two.
“I suddenly feel a little bit shy,” Mrs. Krapowski told me as she started to disrobe. She wasn’t really a fat lady. She was just big: tall and curvy with a hefty bust, a big round belly and butt, thick thighs, and wide hips.
“Don’t worry about Jim. He’s totally non-judgmental.”
“Oh, it’s not him. I’m feeling shy about being naked in front of you.”
I didn’t know quite what to say to that. She grinned a big, wolfish ear-to-ear grin, and unsnapped her bra, setting her enormous breasts free. She wiggled out of her big white panties, revealing a lush patch of dark, curly hair, and then she was standing a little too close to my chair. I felt something electrical pass between us, and my clit twitched nervously. Then Jim emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and the moment passed.
Mrs. Krapowski may have felt shy about undressing in front of me, but she seemed to have no qualms at all as far as Jim was concerned. She whipped the towel right off him with one swift yank, revealing him in all his tattooed, farmer-tanned glory. She pounced on his penis like an overgrown kitten onto a ball of yarn, and proceeded to bring him from flaccid to rock-hard in record time, licking, sucking, slurping, stroking, and squeezing him between her huge breasts until his dick was at its beautiful, up-curving maximum.
She practically manhandled him between her meaty thighs, grabbing his head and steering him like a horse, and he immediately dove in, pleasuring her enthusiastically with his tongue.
Jim went down on her for well over an hour. In porn videos, that’s the part I usually fast-forward through, but this kept my attention just fine. Mrs. Krapowski was a very vocal and demonstrative recipient, and I lost track of how many times he made her come. The woman seemed to be an orgasm machine! I loved watching her shake and squirm with Jim’s face mashed into her crotch, and I loved watch Jim, and his cute little white butt, as he licked diligently away.
Finally Mrs. Krapowski pushed Jim away. “I think I’m ready for my dessert now,” she smirked. My skirt was piled up on my lap, and my own juicy pussy and aching clit were more than ready for the main event.
Mrs. Krapowski had a very pretty cunt. In contrast with the rest of her, it was quite petite and ladylike, with neat inner labia and a shy little clitoris that she forced out from beneath its hood with two fingers. She was sopping wet: her thighs and Jim’s face were slick with it. She lay on her back on the bed while Jim rolled a condom down his painfully-hard looking erection.
He impaled her with a grunt, burying his cock all the way to the balls in her eager pussy. She responded ecstatically, cooing like a bird, enveloping him deep in her juicy folds. He started fucking her hard and fast, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“Oh Jimmy! Oh my- Oh my goodness! You make me feel like a virgin all over again! Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me come!”
She wasn’t the only one. I could see it in Jim’s face, the set in his jaw and the intensity of his stare as he urgently fucked her cunt, and I wasn’t far off myself either. I had my vibrator pressed firmly against the swollen button of my clitoris.
Mrs. Krapowski came first, her coos escalating in volume until I was sure the neighbors would complain and I’d get an angry letter from the co-op board. Her body thrashed and heaved as her orgasm peaked and peaked again. Jim pulled out, hurriedly unfurled the condom, and squirted copious amounts of semen all over Mrs. Krapowski’s heaving belly and breasts. That was enough for me. He always looked so incredibly sexy when he came, always that expression of silent ecstasy. I gave myself over to my own orgasm, letting waves of pleasure wash over my body like breaking surf as my vibrator hummed and my cunt quivered.
“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Krapowski gasped out loud, “I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun!”
Jim picked up a full-time job as a non-union welder, and was doing a ton of overtime for a couple weeks, coming back to my place filthy and exhausted, sometimes too tired to fuck; but his boss turned out to be a crook and his paycheck bounced. I loaned him a couple hundred bucks so that he could make rent, money that I expected never to see again.
My niece Jackie was over one afternoon for high tea. Jackie wasn’t really my niece; she was my friend Janis’ daughter. She was still in high school, and wanted to be a writer. I thought she had a shot at it too. She had the talent.
High tea, for us, meant smoking a bowl and then sitting around my apartment sipping a Coke (Jackie) or a gin-and-tonic (me) and talking about whatever we felt like, but mostly sex and writing. We’d been doing high tea together, on an irregular basis, since Jackie was fifteen. She’d hooked me up with some of my favorite internet porn, and I’d shown her what I’d never shown anyone else: my rough drafts.
“I really want to try anal sex!” Jackie said to me over her can of Coke, her eyes sparkling.
“So?” I sipped my gin-and-tonic, “Tell your boyfriend to go slow and use lots of lube.”
“Boyfriend?” Jackie made a face, “We broke up. Besides, Rickie was straight as an arrow. He wouldn’t even kiss me after I had his dick in my mouth.”
I’d never told Jackie about the little scenes I staged for myself. That never seemed quite fair, as I got to hear every juicy detail of her sex life, from losing her virginity on forward. Now seemed like as good a time as any to spill the beans. Plus, dirty old biddy that I am, I had been itching to see Jackie naked for a long time.
She listened quietly as I told her, and explained my proposition.
“Are you serious?” Jackie said when I was done talking. “That would be so awesome! Is he pretty cute?” I nodded. “When could we do it? Tonight?”
“I’ll make a phone call,” I said, rolling into the kitchen and making myself another drink.
By the time Jim came over, I was half-drunk, and Jackie was bouncing off the walls. When he finally walked in the door (forty-five minutes late, as per normal), Jackie grinned broadly and gave me a secret thumbs-up.
Jim scooped her right up and carried her squealing over to the bed. Jackie was a skinny, very petite girl, and she looked like a rag doll in Jim’s humongous hands. She shrieked happily when he dumped her onto the sheets, her long hair spilled out in a beautiful golden-brown tangle.
“He’s like a slave?” Jackie asked me, her eyes aglow, “He’ll really do anything you want?”
“He’s not a slave, he’s a performer,” I said, “And yes, he’ll pretty much do anything you want. Am I right Jim?”
He grinned broadly and nodded.
“Well then, I’d like for him to lick my pussy!” Jackie giggled, “If you don’t mind, that is…”
Jim didn’t mind one bit. He undressed Jackie like a kid opening a present, carefully and meticulously so as not to spoil any of the wrapping. He lifted her little black dress up over her head, revealing non-matching underwear. I held my breath. The bra came off, and the panties too. She was absolutely gorgeous naked, all lithe and willowy with perky little breasts, a soft furry pussy, and an ass to die for.
Jackie lay down on her back on the bed, her dishwater blonde hair spilling off the side, framing her head. She lifted her knees to her chest and grinned at me upside-down. Jim peeled off his tight white t-shirt and dove in between her thighs into Jackie’s fluffy brown muff. I have to say, at that moment, I felt distinctly jealous of him. The expressions that passed across Jackie’s face, and the slurping and licking noises that Jim made had an immediate and moistening effect on me. Feeling Jackie’s eyes on me, I scooted my pants down and started petting my clit, spreading the slickness of my cunt up and down my sex.
Then Jackie squirmed away, giggling. She rolled over onto her tummy and wiggled her cute little tush invitingly at Jim. He was no dumb bunny; he could take a hint when it was waved in his face. He planted his face between her soft sweet cheeks and kept on licking.
“Oh my God!” Jackie announced to me, “He’s licking my butt! He’s got his tongue like all the way up my ass! It feels amazing! He’s going to make me come!”
And then she did come, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. She thrashed and squirmed on the bed, her eyes clenched tight and her cheeks flushed, while all the time Jim’s face was buried between her ass cheeks, his hands under her hips.
When she was finally done coming, Jim stripped out of his blue jeans and boxers. His cock curved upward, long, hard, and ripe to be plucked. I grabbed my vibrator and started it buzzing.
Jackie got up on her knees. Her cute little boobies hung down like a couple small ripe pears, her rump thrust obscenely up in Jim’s direction. I could see her tiny little asshole, pink and winking, glistening with Jim’s saliva.
Jim looked questioningly over at me. “You know what she wants,” I told him, “fuck her in the ass!”
We had pre-positioned a bottle of lube next to the bed and Jim emptied about half of it onto his straining erection.
“Tell me him to stop if it hurts,” I told Jackie, who just grinned reached back and spread her cheeks wider for Jim.
It wasn’t like in the porno films where they just jam it straight in and start butt-fucking. I have to hand it to him, Jim really took his time warming her up properly.
He started out with just one finger, teasing her asshole with it at first and then working just the fingertip gently inside until she was literally begging for more. He slowly worked his finger in and out until he was finally knuckle-deep and she was moaning. Then he carefully added a second finger, slowly penetrating Jackie’s upturned ass with his thick digits. All the time she was moaning softly and rubbing her sopping wet pussy with both hands. My own clit felt like it was about an inch long, and I was sitting in a puddle of my own juice. My vibrator was humming happily away.
At last Jim had two finger buried all the way to the hilts inside Jackie’s little asshole. “I can’t take it much longer,” Jackie said, her voice strained and raspy, “do it to me now!”
Jim’s beautiful cock was glistening with lube as he pressed it up against her anus. He pressed forward and Jackie whimpered and the livid red head of his penis disappeared inside her anus. She froze, and the two of them held stock still for a long moment, joined tenuously together.
“more…” she whispered.
Slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly, Jim’s big cock slid up Jackie’s asshole until he was all the way up inside her. Together, they started rocking back and forth. Jackie’s eyes were half-shut, and her fingers had resumed their dance on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, “He’s fucking my asshole. It feels so good! I’m going to come all over again!”
Jim upped the tempo, actively fucking her butt now. I could see his thick shaft sliding in and out of her butt hole. There was an intense look of concentration on his face: I could tell he was holding back with everything he had.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jackie sounded like a tropical bird when she came, her whole body flushed and trembling. Jim let go at last, fucking her ass hard once, twice, three strokes and then exhaling with a rush and collapsing onto her sweaty back as he came.
The two of them lay naked on the bed together and watched as I brought myself off. I was so turned on by that point that I didn’t even feel self-conscious about them watching me.
“Would you fuck a dude? While I watched?”
“Honey,” Jim told me in his sweet Texas drawl, “For you I’d fuck a porcupine.” He knocked back another shot of tequila.
Carlos was my favorite bartender. He kept me in free gin and tonics. He’d also been my very first in-home entertainer. Carlos would fuck anything, and he had one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise.
Carlos lifted weights. He had a shaved head, and there was no hair at all on his body except for his eyebrows and a little dark peach fuzz on his muscular forearms. The head of his dick was pierced through with a thick steel ring.
Jim was late, as usual, and when he did show up, he was clearly sloshed. He and Carlos shook hands glowering, and then slowly undressed, eyeing each other like a pair of prizefighters. The tension in my apartment was thick as smoke. I was excited and a little scared.
Jim struck first. He pushed Carlos hard in the center of the chest, sending him sprawling on my hardwood floor.
Carlos was back on his feet in an eye-blink and, crouched down low in a compact mass of muscle, he charged Jim, bowling him over and knocking a lamp off one of my side tables, shattering it.
The guys were pretty evenly matched: Jim was bigger, but Carlos was stronger; Carlos had studied judo, but Jim was meaner.
They fought naked and silent on my living room floor. The only sound was their heavy breathing, an occasional grunt, and the thwack of flesh-on-flesh. It was really scary and highly erotic. My pussy was totally drenched.
I couldn’t tell how much of it was play and how much was for real. They were fighting hard, but they weren’t really beating the shit out of each other. At least I didn’t think so. Carlos had a bloody nose. Both guys were sporting erections.
Then Carlos grabbed Jim’s arm just as he was swinging a punch. Jim went flying and landed flat on his back -BOOM- in the middle of my living room floor. Carlos was immediately on top of him, twisting his neck into a headlock.
“All right,” Jim’s face was purple and the veins in his temple were bulging out. “I give.” One eye was already starting to swell shut and he’d split a lip. Carlos released him and he crumpled into a heap on the floor.
“Oh Fuck Yeah!” Carlos crowed triumphantly, “Who’s the man?!” Blood was streaming out of his nose, smeared all over his face and dribbling onto my floor in fat red drops like a summer thunderstorm. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Jim’s hair and jammed his ridiculously long cock down Jim’s throat.
Jim choked and gagged, but didn’t struggle as Carlos face-fucked him. He managed to take most of Carlos’ length down his throat, which I thought was a pretty impressive feat. I’m lousy at judging that sort of thing, but I’m pretty sure Carlos was packing at least ten inches, maybe more.
Carlos was humping Jim’s face really brutally, yanking his hair and using Jim’s mouth as a cunt. Finally, he threw his head back, rammed his cock into Jim so deep his balls were pressed against Jim’s chin. He held him like that for a long moment. Every tendon in Jim’s throat strained and bulged out, and his face was bright red. Then Carlos pushed him away, and Jim sprawled coughing on my bare wood floor. Carlos towered above him, his hairless, pierced saliva-slick cock standing straight up like an obelisk.
“Next time I fuck you in the ass, pinche jue!” Carlos said.
“Fuck you!” Jim croaked back, “Next time I’m fucking you up the ass!”
And then they were all over each other, kissing and touching, and they landed in a heap right near my wheelchair. They were a twisted knot, clasped close together like lovers, kissing deeply and rolling around on the floor.
I hadn’t realized just how excited I had become. My panties were literally soaked through. I yanked them down and started fingering myself just as they got hold of each other’s cocks. They started pumping each other’s hard dick, each guy daring the other to come first.
It was absolutely the hottest scene I had ever been witness too, and when they came, (Carlos with a grunt and a curse, and Jim silent as always) they splashed oodles of hot come all over each other, I rubbed my clit fast and hard and my orgasm almost shook me out of my chair.
Me and Jim were hanging out at my table over at the Good Times one afternoon a week or so later. It was still early, but we were both pretty shit faced already.
Jim had gotten kicked out of his apartment for non-payment of rent. He and his dog were living in his pickup, parked in a vacant lot over by the East River. He was still nursing a shiner from his encounter with Carlos. I thought he looked pretty hot like that.
I killed the last of my gin-and-tonic. Carlos wasn’t working that day, and the bartender du jour wasn’t even looking our way; he was busy flirting with a gaggle of hipster chicks over near the front. I felt Jim’s hand on the useless stick that is my right leg. I moved his hand away. He put his hand back, higher up my thigh this time. Dangerously high. When I didn’t protest, he nudged my skirt out of the way and started caressing me through my panties.
We stumbled, or rather Jim stumbled and I rolled, into my apartment. I hadn’t meant for this to happen, it went against my better judgment, but there you have it.
He lifted me bodily out of my chair and dumped me onto the bed, where he methodically started stripping my clothes off. When I was naked, he undressed himself. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it.
He lay down on top of me and we kissed for a long time. It felt good: his naked flesh pressed heavily against mine, his solid weight bearing down on me, his tequila-flavored mouth on my own, his tongue exploring my mouth.
He slid down my body and I froze, petrified. I felt his hot breath on my cunt. The room was spinning, wobbling like a dying top.
He started licking, and I gave in to the pleasure. Holy Shit! Was it always this good? If so, then Ashley should have been paying me! I couldn’t believe how wet I was! It felt like I was gushing, like an out of control well. I was sure that I was making a huge puddle on the bed and soaking through the mattress.
Jim had a finger in my asshole, I don’t even know how many fingers up my cunt but it felt like his whole damn hand, and his tongue was doing absolutely insane things to my clit. I came and I came until I couldn’t take any more. I pushed him away at long last, gasping for air, my whole body trembling.
He came up from between my thighs with a big wet grin on his face. He slithered up my body, nudging my thighs even further apart, taking direct aim at my sopping-wet, wide-open cunt with his cock.
“DON’T. YOU. DARE.” I said it through clenched teeth, in a tone that meant business.
He stopped short, the swollen scarlet head of his penis poised just microns from the drooling entrance to my cunt. “I’ll put a condom on…”
He raised his eyebrows and shrugged and then repositioned himself so that he was straddling my midsection. He took my little hand in his enormous one, and wrapped it around his hard cock. I marveled at how hot and silky-soft the skin of his penis was. I let him move my hand up and down his cock, faster and faster until he came with an ecstatic grimace, shooting gobs and gobs of hot sticky juice all over my tits, neck, and face.
Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me, squooshing our juices between us. I savored that sensation. We lay that way for a long while. His bulk was heavy on top of me and made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t mind.
“Well,” I said at last, “I think the least you could do is help me take a shower.”
Jim lifted me up and deposited me in my seat in the shower. He turned the water on and climbed into the tub with me.
I had a very nice time sucking his dick under the hot cascading water. It was fun making his cock all hard again. It felt nice in my mouth. I enjoyed playing with his cock, running my tongue all over the head and the shaft and the balls, squeezing his ass, nibbling on his thighs, kissing his belly. Unfortunately, Jim wasn’t able to come again, not even when he took matters into his own hands, pushing me gently away and jerking off into my open, waiting mouth. But he did finger-fuck me to another very nice orgasm.
We toweled off and he helped me get dressed. I thought it was really sexy watching him move around the apartment, naked, his hard-on waggling like a totem pole. When his finally put his clothes back on, his erection was clearly visible through his pants.
I loaned him another two hundred dollars. He didn’t want to take my money, but I insisted.
“You know this can never happen again,” I said.
After he left, I poured myself another gin and tonic.
I got sent out of town for a couple weeks on a book tour, which meant reading the same partial chapter over and over again at chain bookstores across the country and signing autographs until my hand cramped, eating crappy food at chain restaurants, and then jerking off to internet porn in my generic handicap-accessible hotel room.
When I got back to the city, I didn’t see Jim around the Good Times. There was an envelope behind the bar with my name on in, written in thick pencil in Jim’s shaky block lettering. Inside was four hundred dollars in greasy, crumpled twenty dollar bills.
I kept hoping that he’d show up, but he didn’t. I called his cell phone, but it was disconnected. He was gone.