Page 14 of The Swap Masquerade

My cock jerked in response and I’d reached down, gathering a bit of precome and bringing it to my mouth. The sexy stranger had licked his lips as I’d sucked the salty wetness from my thumb, sharing the moment with me. My heart raced as he took a few steps forward but then he stopped. I groaned. I hadn’t wanted him to stop. I wanted him closer, wanted him right up next to me, in front of me, under me.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he’d asked. Only it wasn’t him. My eyes darted over to the partner I’d completely forgotten about. Somehow, I’d forgotten anyone else was even in the room. The blond had stared down at my cock, hunger burning in his eyes. Precome dripped from the bulbous head of his cock and landed on the floor as he stroked his length.

I quickly sheathed my cock in a condom and coated it with lube, letting that answer my partner’s question. The stranger had continued staring the entire time, watching me prepare to fuck another man. That in itself was enough to make my blood boil. My new friend apparently enjoyed watching and I was prepared to put on a show he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Do you need to be prepped?”

“Nah, I’m ready to go. I like it rough and quick,” the blond answered breathlessly.

“Good. Then bend over and hold on.”

I was distantly aware of my partner shivering as he bent over and braced his hands on a footstool, but my focus remained on the larger man. When he saw me move in behind my partner, he’d looked like he might turn away, but then something crossed his features and he’d folded his arms across his chest as if to say, “I’m not going anywhere.” That look made me smile.

The only warning my partner got was the head of my cock lining up with his hole and then I’d thrust my hips, burying myself in his tight heat in one fell swoop. I’d waited, giving him a minute to adjust. When I heard the single command of “More!” from his lips, I knew the fun was about to start.

The blond was impatient, pushing back and fucking himself on my dick. It felt amazing, and yet my eyes were laser focused on the stranger, gauging his reactions to what he was seeing. His chest quickly rose and fell with his increased breaths and sweat dampened the hair at his temples. He’d looked panicked at first when I’d crooked a finger at him and I’d wondered if he might leave, but then he’d surprised me by moving in beside me.

His attention on my cock as I slid in and out of the other man had made me so hard, I’d ached. He’d faltered when I’d spoken to him, asking him if he liked to give or receive and I’d wondered, for just a second, if maybe he was more innocent than I’d realized. But then I’d brushed the thought aside. The fact that he was a guest at a swap party told me he probably knew plenty about sex.

Assuming he preferred being a voyeur over a participant, I decided to give him something to remember me by. I’d pulled my partner up against me, fucking him hard as I stroked his cock and teased my thumb over his nipple. The stranger watched, his breaths coming in short bursts as if he were somehow able to feel it all himself. There I was, balls deep in a good-looking guy and yet I was mesmerized, wholly entranced by this stranger who hadn’t even laid a finger on me.

My partner groaned loudly, signaling he was about to come. I felt the telltale signs of my own impending orgasm but with that came the knowledge that my time with the alluring stranger was about to end. Somehow, I knew, even without knowing him at all, that as soon as I came, he would be gone, possibly forever. I couldn’t let that happen without getting at least one taste.

Reaching for him, I cupped the nape of his neck and yanked him toward me. His eyes sprang wide right before my lips closed over his. He’d been hesitant at first, but then I dipped my tongue inside his mouth, and he groaned, his body melting into mine. The taste of him was enough to make me lose my mind and I drank him in, trying desperately to commit to memory the feel of his lips on mine, the sweet smell of his skin, and the smooth touch of his nape under my fingertips.

I was shocked when suddenly, he gripped my arm and cried out as he began to come. He clung to me as he rode the waves of pleasure. It was the purest, most honest response to a kiss I’d ever seen and it was enough to send me spiraling over the abyss. I punched my hips, thrusting into my partner at a punishing pace, a powerful orgasm ripping through me.

My legs felt like rubber as my eyes fluttered open, and I stared at the stranger. His eyes were still closed, his lips bruised and swollen from my kisses, his body trembling with the last shockwaves of pleasure. He was bigger than me, probably stronger too by the look of him and yet, I felt an overpowering urge to wrap my arms around him, to whisper quietly in his ear, to protect and care for him. For the first time, I hadn’t wanted to leave immediately after having sex. I’d wanted to hang around and get to know someone.

But then he’d pulled back, and just like I’d been afraid would happen, he’d turned and ran. I stared after him as he’d raced up the stairs and out of sight. I’d wanted to race after him, to chase him down and suggest we meet again, but with my dick still hanging out in the breeze and a partner I couldn’t simply abandon, I’d had no choice but to let the stranger go.

Staring down at the mask in my hands, I tried not to regret that decision, but it was hard not to. I’d never had such a visceral reaction to any other man. Ever. Thoughts of the mystery man had plagued me all week, making it difficult to concentrate on my work. At night, I would replay every second in my mind, stroking myself until my back would arch off the mattress, and shouting so loudly when I came I was afraid I’d wake my neighbors.

My mind was riddled with questions that may never be answered. Why did he run? What would have happened if I’d chased him down and caught him? Had he felt the inexplicable connection between us too?

With a frustrated groan, I shoved the mask into my glove compartment and continued backing out of my driveway. There was no use obsessing over a man I didn’t know and probably would never see again. Besides, I had a job to do and a lot of people counting on me, including my students who were going to beat me to the construction site if I didn’t get a move on.

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“Good morning. I’m glad you all made it on time. Let me go over the list really quickly to make sure we have everyone.” I held a clipboard as I stood in front of the group of students who’d chosen to volunteer at Habitat for their project. There were about twenty of them, which was a good number to have. Plenty of extra hands to help out, but not so many that it was hard to keep track of them all. Not that they needed babysitting. They were college students, many of them adults already. Still, they were here because of an assignment I’d put together and that made me responsible.

It was still pretty early on a Saturday and most of them looked like they’d give anything to go back to bed, but they’d shown up and to me, that was the important thing. Each organization had someone in charge who would be making sure each student assigned to them put in the adequate volunteer time. I figured I’d handle all of that at Habitat since I was going to be there each week anyway.

I began reading off my list, putting a checkmark next to each name as they responded. “Carla West, Tamara Hills, Joshua Bryant, Elliott Stone…” I glanced up at the familiar name. I’d heard his name many times before around campus. Apparently, the kid had made a name for himself on the Bradbury Eagles baseball team as an extremely talented pitcher with a batting average most pros would kill for. Everyone expected him to head off for the Minors as soon as he graduated.

It wasn’t hard to figure out which one he was. Standing about half a foot taller than most of his classmates, with broad shoulders and the kind of muscles you only got from intense workouts. I’d never met him before and until that moment, hadn’t even realized he was enrolled in my class that semester. With a ballcap pulled low over his brow and sunglasses to block the sun from his eyes, it was hard to make out many of his features. However, his worn jeans, brown work boots, and an old Bradbury Eagles sweatshirt that looked like it had some paint splattered on it already, told me he’d come prepared to work.

“Here,” he said in a deep voice that seemed to match a guy of his size. I gave him a small grin then continued down the list. When I was finished, I set the clipboard aside. “Okay, that looks like everyone. I commend you all for being on time. As you may or may not know, there are a lot of people, some of them with children, right here in our community that have no home. Some of them lost their jobs when businesses shut down, some have health issues that make it impossible for them to work, and others are veterans. However, the reasons why don’t matter. What matters is that every single man, woman, and child deserves to have a safe, warm place to go at the end of each day. They deserve to have clean, running water, and food in their bellies.” I looked around the group, seeing that they were all paying attention.

“That’s where all of you come in. Your job while you’re here will be to help out in any way you can. One day, you may be hammering nails, another you might be painting or hanging drywall. Whatever needs doing, it is your job to jump in and make it happen. Got it?” I waited as they all nodded.

“Good. We have a lot of work to do in a short amount of time, so let’s not waste any of it. Cassie here works for Habitat for Humanity. She’s in charge and will be the one handing out job assignments each week. She is going to take you guys and explain a little more about the organization and what they do. She’ll also go over some of the equipment you’ll be using and the safety measures that go with it. Listen carefully because I don’t want any of you getting hurt or hurting anyone else while you’re here. Especially if that person ends up being me.” I smiled as my words sent a ripple of laughter throughout the group.

Cassie had been standing by and quickly stepped in once I was finished talking. Leaving my students in her capable hands, I turned and headed over to a group of volunteers to see what they needed me to do. As I went, I found myself smiling. With a great group of kids and a good number of participants, the project was off to a promising start.

Thirty minutes later, I was balancing a heavy beam over my head when I saw my students emerging from the large multi-purpose tent which served as a meeting area, cafeteria, and shelter during inclement weather. I grinned as I took in the required hard hats on each of their heads as they headed off in different directions to work on whatever assignment Cassie had given them.

“Here, let me help with that.” I startled at the sound of a voice right beside me. Turning, I saw Elliott Stone with a pair of work gloves on his hands and a tool belt cinched around his waist. Gripping the beam in his hands, he raised it above his head, taking the weight off me.

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