Hot Jocks by Richard Labonte

Author:Richard Labonte
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2011-07-04T00:00:00+00:00

Next night my doorbell rings.

Paul stands on my doorstep, a twelve-pack of beer under his arm. He wears a faded FSU T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of running shoes. I smell soap and shampoo. Glow from the porch light reflects in his hair. He hasn’t shaved and stubble dusts his chin and cheeks, the underside of his jaw too. It looks sexy.

A half hour later, we sit on my living room sofa, four empty beer bottles on the coffee table before us.

I know a little about Paul now. He’s a Florida State junior, studying finance. He grew up in Boca Raton. His dad’s an estateplanning lawyer, his mom’s an assistant principal. He ran cross country in high school, placed third in Districts his senior year. He has two younger brothers and an older sister. His family doesn’t know he’s gay.

Paul’s sexual experience with men is limited. He’s met a few guys through the Internet, done quickies in public restrooms and parks, but has never entered a gay bar.

“I think I’d feel uncomfortable if I did,” he told me.

When he asked how old I was I said, “Thirty-four.”

He said, “I’ve never felt attracted to guys my age; I prefer men older than me.”

I told him about Stephen, my ex-partner of seven years, who left me two years ago because he said he loved someone else, a guy who drove a Jaguar and owned a Vail vacation home.

“That must have been rough,” Paul said, shaking his head.

I explained how I’m an aide to our state’s governor. “I work long hours, especially when the legislature’s in session. And I have to be discreet in my private life. Understand?”

Paul bobbed his chin.

Now, Paul’s knee nudges mine. He reaches for my hand, taking it in his and resting both our hands on his thigh. I can feel his leg muscle twitch against the back of my wrist.

He looks at me and says, “Can I kiss you?”

I nod, thinking, Hell yeah. You can do whatever you want.

Our mouths mash together and our tongues rub like they did last night in the truck. Paul’s stubble grinds against my chin, making a funny sound: scritch-scritch. Already my cock’s stiff as a peg. Paul’s breath steams my upper lip. It’s been a year since I’ve had sex and my last experience wasn’t too fulfilling; I can’t even recall the guy’s name. But this feels very nice, getting intimate with Paul.

I run my fingers through his hair and toy with an ear while our lips smack. I think back to the day when I saw him barechested and the memory makes my pulse race. Reaching for the hem of Paul’s T-shirt, I pull my lips from his and gaze into his eyes.

“Can I take it off?”

He nods and I pull the shirt over his head and arms. His tiny nipples and dark armpits come into view; they make my mouth water. His torso is slender, but defined. I can count every rib. I toss his tee aside and tease the line of hair descending from his navel while we kiss anew.

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