Casual (Sex) Friday (66 Faces) (3 page)

Ben nodded. "What's on the paper?"

"Just stuff. Now watch—this is what you like, right?" Calvin opened up the website and started typing. He checked the screen, adjusted the camera and turned to face Ben. The screen was split between the video of Calvin and the video of another 66 Faces user.

Calvin looked into Ben's eyes as he took off his undershirt. The eye-contact made Ben uneasy, so he looked at the screen. Videos of people flashed on and off at a steady clip: a woman looked, read, and moved on; two men jacking each other; several men fully dressed. Finally one stayed. He read Calvin's sign and grinned. "I'm game."

"Game for what?" Ben asked Calvin.

"The Get-Ben-to-Kiss-Me game," Calvin teased.

"That is
not
what the paper says," Ben said while staring at the man's fingers pulling on his nipple ring.

Calvin shrugged. "This guy okay? Want me to find someone else?"

"He's fine." The man was more than fine. He was completely into the moment. Older and well built. Both nipples pierced. And the clincher? He bit his lip oh so slightly as he moved his hand up and down his cock.

Calvin put his hands on his waistband, looked at the screen, and nodded.

"Stand up," the man in the computer said. "Take off your pants." Calvin did as the man asked. He threw his pants at Ben, where they landed in his lap. Ben ran his fingers along the smooth khaki-colored fabric. While he was focused on the texture of the pants, a pair of bikini briefs—bikini briefs? Really?—landed on top of his hands. They were silky and dark in contrast to Ben's pale skin in the soft glow of the monitor.

Ben turned his attention to the monitor; the man on the screen was leisurely stroking his cock, smirking at the camera. "Turn around for us now," the man said. "Hope your boyfriend's watching."

Watching—Ben was supposed to be watching Calvin; Calvin who was completely naked and slowly turning in place. Ben had guessed Calvin was hiding a toned body underneath the loose clothing, but wow. "You work out." Ben's voice was hoarse.

"I hike," Calvin said at the camera.

"It shows," the man in the screen said. "Let's see you give that stick a little love."

Ben stifled a laugh. Calvin smirked and reached down, wrapping his hand around his erection. Every few movements Calvin would sway forward, as if he wanted to move closer to Ben, but he stayed rooted firmly in place. With each of those movements, Ben's cock pulsed with even stronger desire compounding atop desire.

"Very nice," the man on the screen said with appreciation. "Does your boyfriend want to join in?"

"You like to show off?" Calvin asked. He closed his eyes with obvious pleasure as he continued stroking his cock. Ben wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't like to show off per se, but he did do it.
Quid pro quo
and all that.

"Sit down. And invite your boyfriend over."

Calvin opened his eyes and looked back at his stool before sitting. He looked at Ben and raised an eyebrow. As Ben stood, Calvin’s pants and underwear fell from his lap to the ground. He walked forward and stood in front of Calvin.

"Bummer, he's clothed. He follow orders, too?"

"No," Ben said. Not from strangers. He looked down at Calvin. Calvin smiled up at Ben and pressed his face into Ben's stomach. He raised his arm and placed his hand on Ben's hip, kneading softly. Ben raised a hand and ran it through Calvin's shaggy brown hair.

"Pull down his pants."

Calvin looked back up at Ben as he placed his fingers on the buckle of Ben's belt. He slowly slid the end of the belt out of the buckle and then pulled the long piece of leather out of the loops. The belt fell to the ground in a muted thud. Calvin's fingers unhooked the button on his fly and drew the zipper down. Ben was mesmerized by Calvin's fingers. He watched as Calvin’s hands slid up to his hips, this time their skin touching. Calvin slid the pants and boxer shorts down slowly. Ben's throbbing cock popped out and pointed straight at Calvin's lips. Calvin grinned and swiped the tip quickly with his tongue and pulled back.

"Very nice." The computer man kept butting in; Ben couldn't tell if he liked it or if he wanted the man to go. "More. Take more."

Ben looked at the screen to see how much of them was visible; when he focused on the window that showed their side of the video, his breath caught. Calvin was so fucking hot. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he slowly advanced toward the tip of Ben's shaft. He felt the touch of Calvin's lips at the same moment skin touched skin on the screen.

Calvin's hands moved up his thighs, where Ben's pants still hung, to rest on his hips. His grip tightened and the skin around Calvin's fingertips turned white with the added pressure. Calvin's mouth moved closer and closer to the short patch of hair surrounding the base of his shaft. Ben struggled between two intense pleasures: the warm, wet mouth and the sheer beauty of the look on Calvin's face, the stretch of his lips, the placement of his fingers. Ben tightened his own fingers in Calvin's hair, and even the visual of that intensified the lust coursing through his veins.

"Don't forget about yourself," Computer Man said.

Calvin's hand left Ben's hip and disappeared off-screen. A small whimpering sound caused the most delicious vibration on his cock; Ben closed his eyes to savor it.

"Make him come, now." Ben really wished Computer Man would shut up. He wanted to enjoy this, slowly. But Calvin listened to Computer Man. He attacked Ben's cock, sucking and pulling and swirling his tongue in just the right way. His other hand left Ben's hip and rubbed the spot behind his balls. Fuck, Ben was pretty sure that whimper he just heard came from him.

Calvin increased his speed, but the rhythm grew erratic at the same time. Another moan came from Calvin's mouth the same time something warm and wet hit Ben's thighs. He opened his eyes and looked at them on the screen. Calvin's come was slowly sliding down Ben's leg. The image, the feel of it, and the sensations on his cock were too much. He gave Calvin's hair a quick tug in warning right before bliss swept his body. Calvin pulled back, but swallowed everything Ben gave him.

Ben loosened his hand and continued to watch them on the screen. Calvin pulled off, but kept his hand on Ben's hip. He said thanks the Computer Man and, with his other hand, closed the 66 Faces window. Ben stroked his hand through Calvin's hair in regular intervals, waiting for his own breath to even out. Calvin leaned forward and let his face rest on Ben's stomach again.

Part of Ben's mind focused on the short silky strands moving under his fingers, while another part wandered.
Holy shit, Calvin just blew me. And it was fucking hot. And I want to do it again, and—wait a minute.
Ben's hand stuttered and stilled.
Again?
He looked down at Calvin whose eyes were closed. The slightest upturn of his lips made his face a mask of serenity.

Ben snatched his hand away from Calvin's head as if it were a hot coal and stepped back. Calvin sighed, his eyes remaining closed as he kneeled unmoving on the floor. Ben took another step back. Calvin sat back and opened his eyes, watching Ben. Ben took yet another step back and fell into his chair.

Calvin looked wary, as though he expected something terrible to happen. Ben took a deep breath and let his head fall back against the wall.

"So," Calvin said. "How was it?"

Ben knew he should lie. He should shrug, refuse to answer. But he ended up with the truth. "Fucking. Hot."

"Yeah?" Calvin relaxed, leaning against the desk; his breathing grew steadier. Ben was having a harder time regaining his composure. After a couple minutes of silence, Calvin stood and said, "I'm going to grab some snacks. Meet me in the kitchen."

Calvin gathered his clothes from the floor. He hopped up and down on one foot then the other getting into his unflattering khaki pants. The hopping made Ben want to laugh, but he stifled the urge. Once Calvin's pants were on, he pulled his tank top over his head and covered his chest. Still barefoot, Calvin left the room.

Several moments of visualizing his happy place—an empty beach on a tropical island—allowed Ben to find a modicum calm. That could very well have been the stupidest thing he'd ever done. If Calvin hadn’t been persistent before …

Ben forced himself to get up and get dressed. He zipped and buttoned his jeans, put his belt back on, and went off in search of the kitchen.

The kitchen was easy to find; the sun had gone down and only one room on the first floor had lights on. Calvin sat at a small breakfast table munching on a cracker. On the table were a knife and a cutting board with crackers, cheese, and vegetables. Ben sat in the chair across from Calvin.

Calvin finished his cracker and took a drink of water before he looked at Ben. "So what did you like most?"

"Most?"

"Was it the guy watching me, watching us, just me or what?"

Ben choked a little on the sip of water he'd just taken. He was going to have to stop drinking or eating anything around Calvin. It was too dangerous. "You mean you don't want to talk about … baseball or something?"

"Why in God's name would I want to talk about baseball? No, Ben. That doesn't interest you. This does. So let's hear it."

For all the thinking and self-analyzing Ben did, in spite of all the men that Ben watched and let watch him, it was impossible to actually explain to Calvin. So he tried, "I like … watching."

Calvin looked unimpressed. "Figured that one out on my own. There was a lot to watch. Come on Ben, you don't want to talk about safe things like hiking and the weather …"

Ben glared at Calvin and tried to come up with something that would make Calvin happy. "The man, he was … interesting. He was into it. He was enjoying himself. No tattoos." Ben tried to remember anything else about the man and failed.

"And that was 'fucking hot'?"

Ben shook his head. "Fucking hot was when …" He closed his eyes, remembering the picture and was transported back to the moment. "I looked at the screen and saw your lips inches away from my cock. Parted and coming closer. The way your fingers gripped my skin; how it turned white around your fingers. The fall of my clothes to where your arms held my legs. Your chest inches from my jeans. The way your cheeks hollowed. My fingers in your hair, the way you—"

A loud breath from Calvin broke Ben out of his memories. He blushed and quickly shoved a piece of cauliflower into his mouth. Calvin's face was slightly flushed, but he grinned at Ben. "I'm glad
we
were more interesting than the dude on 66 Faces."

After Ben safely swallowed the cauliflower and had a moment to string a couple thoughts together, he looked back at Calvin. "What about you?"

"My favorite part?"

"Mm-hmm."

Calvin looked at Ben, thoughtful. "I guess I enjoy being watched. No. I
do
enjoy being watched." Ben raised an eyebrow, and Calvin sighed. "Tonight? You were the best part."

Alarm bells started blaring in the back of Ben's mind. He tried to laugh the comment off. "But I'm just another guy watching you."

Calvin shrugged. "It was better than small talk though, right?"

"Well … yeah." Ben was growing increasingly uneasy. Calvin was
in
to him, and he was so up-front about it. "Look, Calvin, I know you are … interested in me." Calvin nodded. "But, I just don't think we mesh well."

"You've hardly given me a chance," Calvin said. "So the first date kind of sucked."

"You can say that again." Ben sighed. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

Calvin frowned. "Tonight? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Well …"

"How about this? It's Friday night. I'm busy tomorrow, but come back on Sunday."

"I don't—"

"You owe me for the drinks."

God damn it, Ben
knew
he should have paid for his own damn beer. "Calvin—"

"Just … think about it and let me know, okay?"

Ben sighed. "Fine." It wouldn't be terrible to spend Sunday with Calvin. Ben couldn’t believe he was even thinking about coming back.

"I'll take you home, if you want."

"No, that's okay. I can take the 31 home." Ben checked the bus schedule on his phone. "Next one's in ten minutes. I better go."

Calvin walked Ben to the door. Outside, the air had turned cooler with the setting of the sun.

The bus ride home was uneventful and oddly peaceful, for a metro bus. By the time Ben walked into his apartment, he was no closer to deciding to turn Calvin down. Although, a small part of him—the one strongly influenced by his cock—wanted to say yes.

Fuck, but Calvin was hot. Ben quickly went through the time in Calvin's room again. The images flashed in his head like stills in a moving picture, refusing the leave or be ignored.

Forcing himself to just stop thinking, he picked up his phone and called Calvin.

"I knew you'd call." There was a smile in Calvin's voice.

"Tell me what happens Sunday."

Ben could hear shuffling sounds on the other end of the line. "Hmm, haven't thought much about it. I can guarantee you'll enjoy it though."

Ben sighed and fiddled with the little magnetic words stuck to his fridge. He moved some around without reading them or what was around them. He had the feeling that agreeing to Calvin could be one of those life moments he ended up regretting.

"Come on, Ben. You don't have other plans, do you?"

"No … Fine. Okay. Sunday."

"Great! Be here by 10 a.m."

"10 a.m!" Ben rarely got out of bed before noon on weekends.

"Yep. Places to go, people to see."

"Wait," Ben said. "People? What people?" Who else would be with them?

"You'll like it Ben. Promise. Now, I have to go so you can't change your mind."

"Bu—"

"Night, Ben." Calvin hung up.

Ben stared at his phone. Several possible scenarios for Sunday ran through his head. All Ben knew about Calvin was that he was a kick ass coder, liked the Mariners, and went hiking—oh, and apparently he liked being watched. What kind of Sunday would a man like that have?

The image of Calvin's lips inches from his cock flashed through his mind again. He groaned. He needed to see Calvin again. If only for the chance see and feel those lips and hands one more time.