One to one

“The odds are, there is a good chance, one in five, twenty percent, these figures keep spinning like tiny whirlwinds threatening from afar. We hear these statistics, try to process and gasp when they are high enough to pose a threat. Shrink back when something is appalling to our sensibilities, lash out when it pertains to social injustice. Truth be told to most of us, they are just numbers though. Often researched, the figures are tossed out to give a tangibility to some event or condition around us. It does not become real till we are the one in five, or part of the twenty percent.”

Normally by this point my brain would have switched to autopilot in my psych class but the Greg was striking. Grey eyes that seemed wise beyond his years and a voice that dripped with primal seduction. A confidence without being cocky radiated as he taught the lesson. Occasionally, he would push those couple stray hairs out of his eyes and give a look around the room. Each time I could feel his eyes land on me as I was listening intently. I was glad I had signed up for the night class even though I had to rush from my day job to make it on time.

“Okay everyone I can see a few glazed eyes let’s take a fifteen-minute break and stretch.”

There was a mutter in the room, those who smoked raced outside to get their puffs in, some headed for the bathroom and others for the vending machines. I sat there looking over my haphazard notes while Greg sat at the small desk overlooking the room. He cleared his throat and picked up a stack of papers tapping them on the desk into neat pile. I was looking off blankly at nothing, when I realized I had been staring at him, as I focused my vision, I could feel his eyes on me. I felt my face suddenly flush and I swore I caught a slight smile or smirk on his face.

The rest of class was a wash while my mind was still stuck in that moment He could have been talking about the lunar landing or something fascinating, but I just could not get my mind to focus. As he spoke, I took note of his lips and thought how much I wanted to feel them. As his hands gestured while he talked, I could only think how good they would feel caressing my skin.  When he pushed his hair aside, I wanted to be the one pushing it out of his eyes as we were locked in a long passionate kiss.

Class ended, he made his customary assignment announcement followed by his being available for questions for a while after class. Majority of the class shuffled off to their cars and left to whatever lives they had with a handful staying behind. I stood back taking in the questions and how he interacted with the other students. I had questions too, ones that burned deep in my mind, but they had little to do with the class. As I waited the rest of the students shuffled off and it was just the two of us.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I am starving, would you mind us taking your question to the restaurant across the street as we speak?”

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“Su..sure” I stammered.

I swear he smirked again as I followed once I gathered my book. The small restaurant was a twenty-four-hour dinner. Decent food and coffee for those night owls or zombies of the second and third shifts, it was a haven in the otherwise closed for the night town. Once we ordered he sat three gazing across the table as me, his now captive one on one audience. I felt my words failing and sweat forming. I excused myself to the bathroom and all but bolted to the small bathroom. Splashing water on my face this was unlike me, I was confidant and often called brazen, but here I felt like a schoolboy unsure of how to proceed.

I did not hear the door open as I was wiping my face dry. I froze as I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.

“Unless I am wrong you had more than just class you wanted to ask about.”

I simply replied with an affirming head nod as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hands wasted no time in running under my shirt and caressing my skin. I turned to face him as we kissed. I could forgive the wintergreen flavor from his gum as his tongue slowly caressed and parted my lips. He never closed his eyes as we kissed, I could not close mine because I wanted to take in every moment. When we broke from the kiss I dropped to my knees, half dizzy half out of raging desire that would not be denied. Deftly unzipping his pants with my teeth as my hands groped his ass and legs, I felt the rush seeing him restrained by only a thin piece of fabric. The moisture of his precum already soaking through the white cloth. Working the head with my teeth through the fabric he moaned softly.

Moments later he was free, and my mouth had engulfed the head, my tongue dancing and caressing the sensitive head. The salty taste was intoxicating as my hand now worked to free him and cup his soft balls. My low growl as he moaned was all he could take. Without warning he grabbed the back of my head and pushed to the back of my throat. I opened and accommodated as best I could while his release now flooded my mouth. I looked at his eyes and knew he was more than pleased. We got him cleaned up and ate the food that had just arrived quickly. Next stop was his place as we forgot the facts and figures from class and focused on the simple one to one equation.

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”Wicked
 

Purple Hooter Shooter

PURPLE HOOTER SHOOTER
1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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