Alex & Clayton (18 page)

Alex flipped around, and they lined up. Alex dove back down on Clay, and Clay took Alex once more. Alex repeatedly took Clay all the way down to the base as he fondled his balls, which let him know when Clay was beginning to cum. After a good five minutes, Alex felt Clay’s balls tighten up, and he knew that any moment Clay would explode.

“Alex, I’m cumming!” Clay warned.

Alex sucked all the harder and took shot after shot of Clay’s cum into his mouth, swallowing every drop, much to Clay’s amazement. Clay had forgotten all about sucking Alex and had thrown his head back into the pillows, enjoying the best climax he’d ever had in his life. When he finished, Alex let his cock drop down, and he reversed himself. He put his arms around Clay, who was breathing heavily and trying to tell him how good it was.

Alex smiled and freed a hand to jerk himself off knowing that Clay was finished for the night. When Clay saw what Alex was doing, he insisted on finishing the blowjob, but Alex declined.

“Tell you what, you could jerk me off. Would you like to do that?”

“If that’s what you want,” Clay replied.

“Bend your legs at the knees,” Alex instructed as he sat down on Clay’s midsection.

When he was in position, he leaned back against Clay’s knees and said, “Okay, I’m ready for you to jerk me off!”

Clay reached down and gave an outstanding hand job since this was one thing he’d had plenty of practice at over the years. After about two minutes, Alex tensed up, threw his head back, and moaned loudly as he began to shoot out all over Clay’s chest, face, and hair. After ten shots of cum, his climax was finished, and Clay shook Alex’s dick to get the last drop off and onto him.

Alex rolled over and reached down to grab the washcloth and towel. He ran the washcloth over his dick, and then began to clean Clay up, beginning with his face. After a minute or so, Clay was relatively clean.

“That was great, Clay. I really came hard. You know how to give a great hand job!” Alex complimented.

“Yeah, but that’s something you can do yourself. I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Why did you prefer a hand job over a blowjob?”

“Because I loved getting you off that way, and I wanted to get off a different way. I like to suck, fuck, and jerk off. You’re not ready to lose your cherry yet, so that left a hand job, which I liked very much, as you can tell by the amount of cum I shot all over you!”

“Okay, as long as you liked it, that’s all that matters,” Clay said and finally smiled again.

“Yes, very much. Now let’s get some sleep. Get under the sheets, and I’ll turn the lights off.”

“You mean I can sleep here the rest of the night? No guest room?”

“’Course not. We just made love. You stay right where you are, mister.”

Clay closed his eyes and was asleep by the time Alex could get under the covers. Alex took a sip of water, and turned out the light. What a New Year’s Eve it had been!

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time they were asleep, it was almost 3 a.m., and they slept until ten o’clock. Alex opened his eyes and found Clay still slumbering away next to him. As he watched Clay sleep, he could almost see the boy of his youth in him. He looked innocent, unworried, and totally without fear of any kind.

Alex slipped quietly out of bed, threw on a robe, and went downstairs where he put the coffee on. He poured orange juice and made breakfast just like he’d promised. He would have served Clay in bed, but he didn’t have one of those serving trays needed for breakfast in bed.

He flew up the stairs and went into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Then he went around to the far side of the bed to kiss Clay on the cheek. He had to do it twice more before Clay opened one eye.

“Good morning, sexy. Breakfast is waiting.”

“Oh. What time is it?”

“It’s almost ten thirty. Here’s a robe to put on. Now get up and come down before the food gets cold.”

Clay got out of bed, went to the bathroom and then down the stairs. He sat down at the breakfast bar to a full breakfast of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, hash brown potatoes, toast with jelly, and coffee and orange juice.

“This looks really good, and as soon as the war drums in my head stop, I may be able to talk while I eat,” Clay said.

“Uh oh, you got a hangover?”

“Oh yeah. It’s been quite some time since I drank that much liquor. Usually two drinks are enough and I stop.”

“Well, here’s a couple of aspirin. Take them with your orange juice and let them begin to work. Eating food should help you too. Your stomach alright?”

“Yeah, that seems to be fine. It’s just the banging in my head.”

“It’ll pass. Eat up.”

“How did I end up in your bed last night? Couldn’t I make it home? It was nice of you to give me your bed instead of being in the guest room,” Clay said.

“Huh? Are you telling me you don’t remember any of last night?”

“Last thing I remember is midnight, the champagne, and kissing you for New Years. That’s it!”

Alex continued to chew, trying to figure out how Clay’s alcohol amnesia fit into the overall progress they had made in bed.

“That’s it? You really don’t remember anything that happened here once we got home?” Alex asked.

“No, I’m afraid not. Remember, I’m not used to drinking much. Was I a handful?”

“Yeah, you could say you were a handful in one respect,” Alex replied with a frown.

“You, you were a gentleman I trust? You didn’t take advantage of me, did you?”

“I can honestly tell you that I did not take advantage of you. You did nothing you didn’t want to do. I promise.”

“Good. You’re a good man, Alex.”

They finished breakfast in silence after Alex refilled their coffee cups and poured more orange juice. Orange juice always seemed to help Alex when he had too much to drink the night before.

Just before noon, Clay went upstairs, got dressed, and came back down.

“Well, thank you for a great time—what I remember of it anyway. I’d better be going now.”

“Sure, I have to go up to the Blue Moon anyway to get my car. I drove last night because I was afraid it might be snowing or just too cold to walk when it came time to leave. As it turned out, neither one of us was in shape to drive so we ended up walking anyway.”

“I’ll drive you up to the car,” Clay offered.

“No, that’s alright. I wanna walk and clear my head.”

“Okay,” Clay said as he came over and kissed Alex on the cheek.

They walked out of the house together, and Clay got in his car as Alex went up the street, mumbling to himself the entire way to his own car. It was like a refrigerator when he got in, and he couldn’t wait to get back to his house.

“
S
ON
of a bitch!” Alex said out loud as plumes of hot breath hit the air. He couldn’t believe Clay didn’t remember having sex with him.

Once back home, Alex poured another cup of coffee and turned on the television, even though he wasn’t really watching it. He was stunned that Clay didn’t remember anything after the midnight kiss. Alex knew Clay had drunk quite a bit, but never in a million years would he have thought that Clay wasn’t very aware of what they were doing in bed. Alex wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk who couldn’t give consent.

Alex also knew that if Clay hadn’t had so much to drink, he might never have let his walls down enough to have sex and enjoy it. Alex knew Clay liked everything they did, and the full menu wasn’t even explored. Alex had been counting on introducing Clay to the other aspects of gay sex the next time they went out. Now all that had changed.

Should he tell Clay what they had done? Should he stay quiet about it? Alex concluded that he had to tell Clay about their bedroom encounter, or he couldn’t look him in the eye again. After an hour had passed, Alex dialed Clay’s home number.

“Clay, Alex here. Look, we need to have a chat. Can I come over tomorrow sometime?”

“Of course. In fact, if you like, you can come over this afternoon after I’ve had a nap. Is it anything important?”

“Yes, I believe it is. Okay, I’ll come over around five.”

“Fine. I’ll fix us something quick to eat so you don’t have to cook again today.”

“That would be nice. See you at five.”

N
ERVOUS
butterflies flitted around in Alex’s stomach at the thought of telling Clay the truth about last night. But Alex didn’t see a way not to tell Clay and remain friends. He would just have to man up and do what was right.

A nap sounded good, and after Alex finished his coffee, he went upstairs, changed the sheets, and took a two-hour nap. When he woke up, he felt much more rested and got out of bed to take a shower. He dressed and went over to Clay’s with a sense of dread looming over his head.

W
HEN
Clay opened the door, he was all smiles.

“Come on in. It’s been so long since I last saw you!”

“Yeah, seems like that, doesn’t it?”

“Just throw your jacket over there and come into the kitchen. We’ll eat there instead of using the dining room table, if you don’t mind. So what’s the issue you wanted to talk about? You sounded so serious.”

Alex sat down, took a sip of wine that had already been poured for him, and took a deep breath. Clay served hamburgers, fries, and baked beans and then sat down.

“Look, Clay, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right? I mean, I consider us close friends.”

“Okay, now you’re scaring me. Yes, we’re friends, and you’re someone I hold dear, so what’s this all about?” he asked before taking a bite of his hamburger.

Alex pushed his plate back and looked at Clay.

“You asked me what happened last night after we left the club. You said you didn’t remember anything after our kiss at midnight, right?”

“Yeah, and I kinda wish I could remember,” replied Clay.

“Well, something did happen, and I was shocked this morning when you told me you could remember nothing.”

“Okay, so something happened, what?”

“We made love. When we got home, we went to bed, and we had sex—wonderful, fulfilling sex that you seemed to enjoy. It shocked me to hear that you didn’t remember any of it, and it also dismayed me. I had no idea you were so drunk that you didn’t know what you were doing, or we would never have had sex.”

Clay swallowed and put the hamburger down. “I’m embarrassed for some reason. Do you mind telling me what we actually did?”

“Oral sex both ways and a lot of kissing. You proved to be a very good kisser. We both got off, I cleaned you up, and we went to sleep. It was a wonderful end to a great evening.”

Clay sat still and stared at the hamburgers. Alex could tell he was running all the information through his mind, trying to decide how he felt about it.

“Was I any good? Or were you like, God, this guy can’t even suck a dick?”

“No! You were good. I sucked you off all the way, and then you finished me by hand after blowing me for a bit more. I had a great time before at the club and a great time afterward in bed. Clay, let me be honest with you: I wanna make love with you many more times, and I wanna teach you all that you’ve missed out on learning. This is the year of your fiftieth birthday, and it’s time you knew how to make love and enjoy doing it, don’tcha think?”

“I do vaguely seem to recall being naked next to you, because I remember how good it felt to be that close to a friend. You had a good time with me?”

“Yes, I had a wonderful time with you. I want many more such times with you.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Clay picked up his burger and took another bite.

“You’re not mad or freaked out, are you?” Alex asked.

“No, not at all. I’m surprised that I let myself go and satisfy the cravings that I’ve had for you, but I wish I could remember the details! I still don’t know what your cock looks like!”

Alex threw his head back and laughed. Clay began to chuckle and then turned red in the face.

“You are precious, Clay. You can see my dick anytime you want. Are you sober tonight?”

“Yes, of course I am.”

“Okay, I was just curious,” Alex said as he picked up his wine, took a long sip, and then began to eat again.

When they finished dinner, they went into the living room and sat down. Alex put his arm around Clay and was surprised when Clay leaned into his shoulder.

“Don’t suppose since we slept together that I can get a peek at your dick?”

Alex laughed again, stood up, and dropped his jeans and underwear.

Clay whistled. “Now I’m sure I was drunk. I sucked that beauty and don’t remember!”

Alex chuckled again and pulled everything back up.

“As long as you don’t feel I took liberties with you, I’m not upset that you don’t remember. It just means we need to make love again sober so that you do remember it. How about tonight?” Alex asked.

“Hmm, not tonight. This isn’t a stage lie or anything, but I have a headache. I was hoping that the wine might relieve it some, but it hasn’t. It had better be gone by tomorrow, so how about we go out to Starbucks, have a nice cup of coffee, and then head over to the scene of the crime for a repeat performance?”

“That sounds nice, baby. What time?”

“You wanna grab dinner somewhere?”

“Blue Moon?”

“Sure, let’s just repeat the entire night so I can remember it this time!” Clay said with a broad smile.

“Let’s say six o’clock. Can you pack an overnight bag so you can spend the night again?”

“You sure? I don’t have to stay, you know.”

“I’m sure. Dinner, Starbucks, and home for the night.”

“It’s a date, handsome,” Clay said.

“Lemme get a kiss from you,” Alex said as he leaned in and kissed Clay. “You’re special, whether you know it or not,” Alex said as he stood up.

As he was leaving, he thought he saw tears in Clay’s eyes but couldn’t be sure. Alex was relieved that the truth about New Year’s Eve didn’t cause his friend to short out. Now, he had a date that would end up the same way… only this time, Clay would remember!