Page 9 of The Man on the Beach
“Water’s great. I don’t think I can tolerate any more alcohol this weekend.”
“Of course, sorry I even mentioned it,” Adam closed and locked the door.
???
The men found themselves outside on the screened-in porch, drinking glasses of water and snacking on cheese. Adam had offered wine, but Nathan had declined, saying that he probably needed to hydrate for the rest of the weekend. Adam had filled his own glass with water in solidarity.
They talked about soccer clubs, and then Nathan’s former team. Nathan pulled up a few highlights he had saved to his phone. He was an incredible player, as Adam had suspected. When Adam strained to see the players on his small screen, Nathan had scooted closer, until their thighs were touching. He stayed close as they continued to talk. Adam was considering putting his arm around Nathan when Nathan suddenly changed the subject.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Nathan asked. Adam steeled himself.
“Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“Do you top?” Adam stared at him dumbly for a minute before he realized what Nathan was asking.
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” When Nathan didn’t respond right away, Adam continued. “Why do you ask?”
“I haven’t done that before. Bottoming, I mean. I thought I might want to try. If you want to.” Nathan looked at Adam.
“Yes, I want to.”
“How do you feel about rough?” Nathan’s face turned pink, but he kept looking at Adam.
“I like rough. Do you want it rough?” Nathan nodded.
“Maybe like… over the table in there?” Nathan nodded towards the inside of the condo. Adam stroked the inside of Nathan’s thigh.
“What’s the scenario? I can’t wait to have you? I’ll take what I want when I want?”
“Yeah, something like that.” Nathan spread his knees wider and Adam’s hand went further up his thigh. Adam turned his hand and palmed Nathan’s cock through his shorts.
“You’ve been thinking about this a lot?”
“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Nathan admitted.
“I thought you were reading all day.”
“I did both. Sometimes at the same time.”
“Did you masturbate?” Adam asked. He slipped his hand down Nathan’s cock and gently squeezed his balls. Nathan shook his head.
“I wanted to, but I also wanted to wait.”
“You thought about me fucking you over my kitchen table?” Nathan nodded.
“In your fantasy, were you able to take my whole cock?” Adam reached for Nathan’s waistband, and he slipped his hand inside Nathan’s shorts. Nathan wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Yes,” Nathan whispered. He sighed softly as Adam began to stroke his cock.
“Were you a slut about it, or was I making you?” Nathan made eye contact with Adam as Adam continued to work his cock.
“I was a slut,” Nathan whispered. He was turning pinker.
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” Adam prompted.
“For you,” Nathan agreed.
“Hmm. I need to go grab something, do you need anything?” Nathan shook his head. “Good boy. Go sit at the table.”
