Chase of a Lifetime (18 page)

They returned to the bar they’d gone to the
night before, the one on the second floor with the aggressive southwestern
theme. This time Cain didn’t drink much. He sipped one beer and kept buying
martinis for Jim. This bar was known for large, strong drinks. The martinis
consisted of straight vodka with a small dash of vermouth. They sat on a green
leather sofa; Cain sat on Jim’s left. Though Jim resisted the drinks at first,
he finally submitted to temptation. It was partly Cain’s fault; he could talk
anyone into doing anything without working too hard at it. Jim was thirsty from
his long run and stressed about his situation with Len Mayfield. With each sip
of cold vodka he took, his body grew numb and his problems didn’t seem as
serious. By the time he knocked back his fourth martini he noticed another
young man sitting to his right.

The other guy reached out and introduced
himself to Jim. He said his name was Chase and Jim started to laugh out loud
for no apparent reason. As it turned out, they’d all gone to high school
together. Cain finally admitted he told Chase to meet them at the bar without
mentioning this to Jim.

Both Cain and Chase gaped at the way Jim
laughed, and Cain asked, “What’s so funny?”

Jim slurred his words; he continued to
laugh. “I just thought of something someone once said to me, is all. It was
something about the
chase
of a lifetime.”

Chase thought this was so funny he reached
over and grabbed Jim’s leg. His hand went higher and he felt Jim’s ass. Though
Jim wasn’t sure why Chase had grabbed his leg…or his ass…he didn’t complain.
Chase had thick dark hair, a strong chin, and a deep rugged voice. He reminded
Jim of one of his favorite porn stars, a name he could never recall but a dick
he’d never forget watching.

The three young men remained on the sofa for
the next hour, talking about nothing important, joking about the ridiculous
things coming out of Jim’s mouth because he was so drunk. Though Jim didn’t
remember Chase well from high school, he did remember a little bit about him
when Cain and Chase started to reminisce about being on the high school
football team. When it was time to close the bar down, Cain took Jim’s keys and
said he would drive home. Though Jim argued in a warbled voice that he was perfectly
capable of driving, Cain insisted and he pulled the keys out of Jim’s hand
anyway.

Jim had trouble walking down the steps to
get to the first floor, so Chase put his arm around him and guided him down
very slowly. Jim didn’t object; he felt safe in Chase’s strong arms and he
couldn’t deny he wasn’t attracted to him. When they reached the car, Chase put
his arms around Jim and kissed him on the mouth. Jim noticed that Cain was
standing there watching them kiss, holding the car keys in his right hand and
rubbing his abdomen with his left. From the smile on his face, Cain appeared
proud of what he’d accomplished that night. And Jim had a feeling he’d been set
up.

On the drive back to Jim’s house, Cain drove
while Jim and Chase sat in the backseat. By the time they pulled up to Jim’s
door, Jim’s pants were down around his knees and Chase was on top of him
kissing and biting his neck. When Jim glanced into the review mirror and saw
Cain was watching him make out, he pushed Chase off, pulled up his pants, and
said he wanted to go to bed. He told Cain to take the car home; he said he’d
get it tomorrow. He didn’t care what happened to Chase. He figured Chase was
Cain’s problem, not his.

But Cain pulled the keys out of the ignition
and said, “We’re going to help you get to bed, buddy. I don’t want you to fall
and hurt yourself.”

Jim thought he saw Cain and Chase exchange a
glance, as if they were planning something and not letting him in on the
secret. “I’m fine. I can go up on my own, thank you.” With Cain, Jim never knew
what to expect.

Cain climbed out of the car and pulled the
seat forward. “We’re just going to make sure you get to bed safely. Let’s go.”
Then he reached for Jim’s hand, pulled him out of the car, and helped him stand
up. He even patted Jim on the butt a few times in a playful way and laughed
aloud.

Chase jumped out and came around to the
other side of the car. He put his arm around Jim and guided him to the front
door before Jim had a chance to refuse. He smelled so good and he had that
thick, dark stubble that some guys grow on purpose. When the stubble brushed
against Jim’s smooth face he felt shivers up and down his legs. The only man
Jim had ever been with was Len Mayfield and he couldn’t deny he wasn’t curious
about other men. Besides, he didn’t think he had future with Len Mayfield, at
least not after the way Len had reacted. And when the magnitude of his hopeless
situation hit Jim in this drunken state of mind, he placed his palm on Chase’s
solid flat stomach and rubbed it very gently. Then he hiccupped and said,
“You’re hot.”

Then Chase patted his bottom and said, “So
are you.”

Cain rolled his eyes and said, “Let’s get
him to bed now.”

At the front door, Cain stopped and leaned
into Jim’s side. “I’m going home now, man. You’re in good hands. Chase will
take good care of you.”

“You’re going home?” Jim asked. “You’re
leaving me alone with
him
?”

Cain smiled. “He’s cool, trust me. I knew he
was gay in high school. I let him blow me once or twice. I called him and told
him to meet us at the bar. He’s hot for you. He told me earlier he’s dying to
get into your pants. And I think it’s time you got laid, dude.”

Well. This was a fine state of affairs.

His best friend was setting him up with a
football player from high school he hardly even remembered. He wasn’t sober
enough to drive a car, but he wasn’t drunk enough to say he didn’t know what he
was doing. Before he had a chance to decline on this offer, Cain turned and
started walking back to the car. Chase put his hand on Jim’s ass, kissed him on
the mouth, and closed the front door.

*****

Jim couldn’t seem to gain the strength he
needed to push Chase away from him. No matter how hard he tried to say no and
back away, he wanted this football player from his high school days to take
him.

When they were in Jim’s bedroom, Jim removed
his cell phone from his pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.
Then Chase pulled Jim’s pants down without asking for permission; Jim kicked
off his shoes and stepped out of his pants without putting up much of an
argument. He did say, “No, this is wrong…I shouldn’t be doing this…please
stop,” few times. But the more he said he didn’t want to do it the more
attention he received from Chase. The slightest hint of rejection seemed to
turn the man on even more. And Jim knew…he knew this deep in his gut…that if
he’d really wanted Chase to stop manhandling him all he had to do was say “no,”
and Chase would have listened. Chase wasn’t the mean, obnoxious type who would
force himself on someone. He didn’t force himself on Jim that night; he was
only reacting to each move Jim made.

Like when Jim said, “no,” and then reached
down and rubbed Chase’s crotch to see if his dick was hard. Chase responded by
groping him. Or when Jim said, “we can’t do this, please stop, it’s wrong,” and
then arched his back, spread his legs. Chase responded by playing with his ass
while they kissed in the middle of his bedroom. Chase didn’t even pull down his
own zipper. While Jim continued to say he shouldn’t be doing this with Chase, as
he protested with constant rejections, Jim went down on his knees, pulled
Chase’s zipper down, and yanked his dick out so fast poor Chase lurched backward
and yelped. And when Jim sighed and said, “This is so wrong and I should stop,”
right before he sucked Chase’s huge dick to the back of his throat, Chase didn’t
have many choices left.

Each time Chase’s dark hairy testicles
slapped against Jim’s chin he sucked harder. The vulgar sounds that came from
his mouth that night reminded him of the last time the vacuum for the swimming
pool clogged up with leaves. Chase had long, thick legs and they were covered
with a decent amount of dark hair. Although he trimmed his balls and crotch he
had just the right amount of hair between his legs a man should have. And his
deep, football player voice only made Jim want to suck even harder. Jim didn’t
even bother to pull his own shirt off his head. He just yanked the neck until
it ripped, then he tore the T-shirt down the middle and let it slide off his
shoulders.

Chase said such sexy things, too. He glanced
down, while his dick was in Jim’s mouth and Jim was sucking his pre-come, and
gently rubbed Jim’s shoulders. “Man, you have the sexiest, smoothest fucking
shoulders I’ve ever seen. I could get off just by rubbing my dick across those
shoulders.”

Jim glanced up, still sucking his dick, and
shrugged.

When Chase took one look at Jim’s innocent
eyes and the way Jim’s lips were wrapped around his shaft, he sucked in his
bottom lip and started moving his hips with an even beat. Jim pressed his fingertips
to Chase’s thighs and ran his tongue back and forth across the bottom of
Chase’s shaft. Jim had once read that the thick vein on the bottom of a guy’s
dick wasn’t actually a vein at all. It was something more technical, with a
complicated medical name Jim knew he would never recall after he’d read the pedantic,
boring article. The only thing that turned Jim off more than the thought a nude
woman with a big bush was too much technical detail about sex. Jim liked dirty,
naughty phrases like horse hung, ass pirate, and ram rod. Although he wouldn’t
have used words or phrases like this out of context, in the middle of sex just
thinking about a big fucking ram rod up his tight man hole made his legs
tingle. Jim preferred to think of the vein on the bottom of a dick as a vein,
because for Jim this quasi vein was the second most wonderful part of a dick.
Anyone who loved dick…truly loved dick in the way gay men like Jim loved dick…would
understand this lack of respect for detail about the human body and scientific
explanation. Sucking a guy off wasn’t a biology exam. It wasn’t supposed to be
that serious.

For Jim, the first most wonderful part of a
dick was the head. And Jim took his time sucking and licking the head of
Chase’s dick that night. At one point, he wrapped his lips around it and ran
his tongue back and forth across the opening. Though Jim did not remember Chase
from high school in detail, Chase had probably been one of the guys on the football
team he’d often fantasized about when he was in high school. He never, not in
his wildest dreams, thought he would wind up in bed with one of those jocks when
he was a full grown consenting adult.

And that’s exactly what happened that night:
they wound up in Jim’s bed. After Jim sucked Chase to the point where he almost
came in Jim’s mouth, Chase pulled out, stepped back, and removed all his
clothes. He didn’t remove his socks, which was fine with Jim. Before they
climbed into Jim’s bed, Jim went down on his knees and pulled Chase’s socks off
with his teeth. After he removed them, he licked and sucked each one of Chase’s
toes. Every single part of a man’s body was an event for a gay man like Jim; he
didn’t want to miss an inch.

When they were in bed beneath the covers,
the guilt returned and Jim started to chicken out again. “We can’t do this. I’m
kind of seeing someone right now. It would be cheating.”

Chase put his arms around Jim and asked,
“Are you in a committed relationship with this guy?”

“No. We’re just seeing each other, I think,”
Jim said. He squeezed Chase’s shoulder muscles and closed his eyes, saying no
with his voice but inviting Chase to continue with his actions.

Chase moved closer and climbed halfway on
top of Jim. He pushed his dick into Jim’s pelvis and asked, “Do you have a
future with this guy?”

Jim arched his back and said, “I’m not sure.
I don’t think so. Maybe. I don’t really know.” He remembered his last
conversation with Len: it hadn’t been productive. The odds were not leaning in
his favor and he had a sinking feeling Len would never come out of the closet
and leave his wife.

Chase bit Jim’s neck and said, “Then this
isn’t cheating. You haven’t defined a relationship with this dude yet. This is
you having fun right now…because you can.”

Jim wasn’t so sure about this. He didn’t
think Len would agree with Chase. Len would probably kick Chase in the ass and
then punch him in the face. “Are you certain that’s all I’m doing? Having fun?”

Chase moved up and rested all his weight on
Jim’s body. “I’m certain.” Then he shoved his tongue into Jim’s mouth and
started kissing him again.

While they kissed, Jim’s legs parted beneath
the covers. He bent them at the knee, lifted them, and Chase started slowly
moving his hips again. After being with Len all summer, Jim knew exactly what
to do with Chase that night. Len had broken him in well. He knew Chase wanted
to fuck him. He could tell by the way Chase’s dick poked his groin and by the
way Chase’s breathing grew labored and inconsistent. He felt a drop of
perspiration fall from Chase’s forehead and he said, “I have condoms in the top
drawer.” He’d purchased the lubricated condoms to have sex with Len. But Len
always carried his own and Jim didn’t need them.

When Chase heard this he laughed and said,
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want it.”

Jim removed his right hand from Chase’s
shoulder and reached for the top drawer next to his bed. He fumbled for a
moment, opened the drawer, and grabbed the condoms on the first try. While
Chase continued to dry fuck Jim’s groin, Jim’s right hand met his left at the
back of Chase’s head and he removed one condom from the package. He tossed the
package on the floor and said, “Fuck me,” in a stage whisper.

Chase bit his shoulder and said, “You put it
on for me and guide me in.”

Jim removed the condom wrapper and slid both
hands under the covers. When Chase’s hips went up, Jim took Chase’s dick and rolled
the condom down his shaft. He did this with care so he wouldn’t remove the
lubricant. With two fingers, he took the shaft and guided it down between his
legs. He opened his legs as wide as he could and pressed the head into his
opening. While he worked it inside his body, Chase remained patient. He kissed
Jim’s forehead and let Jim do all the work. After a few seconds of pain, Jim
stroked Chase’s balls and said, “Deeper.” Then he pulled his arms out from
under the covers and laced his fingers together at the back of Chase’s neck
again.