Page 7 of View From the Bottom

Luis was forceful in bed in the best kind of way. I didn’t have to make any decisions. At work, I was constantly deciding upon this or that, never knowing whether I was making the right choice… for the company, for my team, for the future of my job. In bed was the last place I wanted that kind of responsibility. Luis made that easy.

Maybe he felt the opposite about his work. Perhaps he had to play by the book and wasn’t afforded the opportunity to make any decisions on his own. At a garage, I imagined there wouldn’t be too many choices one could be faced with. This part goes there and that piece of equipment is tested in this way. Itseemed pretty black-and-white. Maybe in the bedroom, he was able to choose what he wanted to do and how he wanted it done. Perhaps sex was where he found a sense of freedom.

My dick was as hard as a steel flag pole while he fucked himself into me over and over. It stood at attention, pointing to the sky as it sprouted endless beads of precome that dripped down my shaft like oil droplets from one of those decorative old rain lamps. Luis would occasionally pull his hand from my chest and swipe a finger across the slit, scooping up the sticky fluid, either to feed me or to enjoy himself.

I tried not to touch myself out of fear that I might explode too early. Every touch of Luis’s hand on my cock made me feel like I might come, so I couldn’t risk forcing it myself. But if Luis’s heavy grunts and deep moans were any indication, he wasn’t going to last very long either. Maybe it was the heat getting to us. Or maybe, just maybe, we really enjoyed being with one another.

As his orgasm approached from deep within, he released my body from his grip and focused that grip on my waist, holding me in place as he rocked himself into me, then out, then in, then out, over and over again.

I dropped my chest to the comforter and grabbed my dick. If he was going to come, I figured I might as well indulge too.

My back was slick with sweat as Luis deep-dicked me, pulling me down to the base of his cock and using my ass to get himself off. He slowly rubbed a hand up and down my back as he fucked me. I squeezed myself around him, hoping to add to his pleasure, to my own pleasure. I wanted him to come just as much as I’m sure he wanted to. We were using each other to get off. That was it. And I was fine with it.

He must have felt the change in pressure on his cock. He gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me a few times. I was ready to explode, so I held the base of my cock tightly, trying desperately to keep my ejaculate at bay, waiting for Luis’s cue.

It didn’t take long. “Oh… fuck… gonna… come,” he panted, his words dotting his thrusts as he pulled out of me. A forceful jet of hot fluid rocketed against my warm flesh, bulleting my ass cheek hard before quickly dribbling into my crevice and down between my legs.

My comforter would be a mess, but then, it was going to be a mess anyway as soon as I let go of my cock and allowed my orgasm to proceed. It could probably stand a wash anyway.

I was deviously ecstatic about making Luis come, but I didn’t want his load to be wasted on my comforter. At that moment, I wanted him to be a part of me. Wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to take me, to claim me, to conquer me. So, I pushed my ass backward, against him, and he found his way back into me, releasing the rest of his load deep inside me.

With Luis’s throbbing dick twitching in my hole, filling my insides with his warmth, my firmness had no choice but to erupt. A shock wave worked its way through my body, shooting tingling sensations up and down my arms and through my core. Those sensations expelled themselves through the tip of my cock, hitting every nerve ending on the way out. I shuddered and spasmed as I came, and Luis did the same behind me, his body tightening and flexing against mine as he unloaded himself into me. His hands gripped my waist tightly and my fingers dug into the comforter, until eventually, our bodies had expelled everything they’d needed to expel amidst of fury of erotic declarations.

I collapsed onto my bed and Luis followed suit, crashing down beside me, running his hand up and down my back one last time before dipping his finger into the crack of my ass to admire his work. I smiled at his touch. He smiled at my smile.

We lay there for a moment, panting and recovering, lost in a hazy bliss of sexual release. And after that moment, an uninvited wave of awkwardness suddenly crashed over us, interrupting theblissful glow that had taken hold for that brief moment. Neither of us knew what to say to the other, if anything at all. Did words need to be spoken? Or did clothes simply need to be pulled back on before we implied our goodbyes at my front door?

Sweat beaded on Luis’s brow. My pillow was damp. His chest and arms were shiny and slick, as were mine.

But then, out of nowhere, like a sign from above, the lights flickered on and the unmistakable clink and rumble of the air conditioner kicking on could be heard in my living room. It was like the heavens opened, but neither of us bothered to get up. Some semblance of comfort had found us.

Cheers and applause from the street below erupted and echoed through the windows. The entire neighborhood must have been back on. Tonight’s unsanctioned, unpermitted block party would probably be the biggest yet. Once everyone had a chance to cool off and recharge, anyway.

“I guess I should get going,” Luis said, a quiver of something resembling expectation or hope binding his words.

I knew how these things went. He wasn’t supposed to stay and I wasn’t supposed to want him to. But I did.

“You can stay,” I fumbled. “To cool off for a minute. If you want.”

Awkward. I somehow made an awkward moment even more awkward. But he smiled, awkwardly.

I rolled over onto my back and we lay beside each other, our breathing patterns finding a normal rhythm. Neither of us said a word. We just breathed and listened to the people outside chatter about this and that. Most of what they spoke about was muffled, but now and then, someone would raise their voice. Then, a bus pushed down Tenth Avenue, expelling exhaust and traffic noise.

“Maybe I’ll just go grab a slice or somethin’,” he started, lifting himself from the bed, trying to find his clothes on thefloor, fumbling around while attempting to pull his jeans up and step into his boots. “You hungry?”

Was I? Not really. But he’d invited me to do something. That was against the rules for a hookup. I didn’t understand the feelings I was having, the wavering back and forth about something so innocent, so trivial. I wanted him but I didn’t want to want him. I wanted to play by the rules of casual sex but I wanted to buck the trend at the same time. My mind was playing tricks on me. “Nah. I’m alright.”

“Cool.”

Was it? Maybe it wasn’t. Why was I suddenly questioning every decision I’d ever made?

The wordcoolhad been shrouded in subtle disappointment, a sort of defeat falling from his lips. I stood from the bed and followed Luis into the living room, grabbing a handful of my clothes from the kitchen floor on the way. We stood facing each other in front of the air conditioner blast for a few fractured moments, unsure of what to say.

“Alright. Maybe I’ll see you around, then?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Maybe.”

God, why did every word I was saying sound so noncommittal? So rude? I hated when people did that shit to me.