Page 40 of Still Bruised
Anton shrugged and kicked off his shoes, his gaze never leaving Jason’s.
Jude placed his beer on the island and slipped off his backpack. Once he’d divested himself of his t-shirt, shorts, and briefs, he tossed them inside and handed his backpack to Jason.
Jason called a man over, the same one who’d been at the door, and handed the backpack to him. “Lock this in my office, please. When Jude leaves, collect it for him.”
“Yes, sir,” the man said, nodding at Jude before leaving with it.
As soon as Anton was free of his clothing, Jason moved closer to him. He nuzzled Anton’s neck and reached around for his cock.
Anton leaned into Jason.
“I suppose the vibe has passed?” Jude asked, turning his gaze away from Jason’s questing hands.
“For now,” Anton murmured, his gaze still locked with Jason’s.
It was time for Jude to depart. He grabbed his beer and waved at Anton before exploring the apartment. He took a few more drinks from his can and picked up a cracker with what appeared to be soft cheese. The second he started chewing, he wanted to stop. After forcing it down he gulped his beer to wash the taste out of his mouth.
Leaving his empty on the island, he headed forthe parlor.Whatever the fuck that was. Two massive sliding doors were open just wide enough for someone to walk through. A naked man exited as he approached. Jude peeked in, but it was dark inside. The can lights overhead were red, but they didn’t help illuminate much. He stepped through the doors and allowed his eyes to adjust.
The room was vast, and quite possibly furnished specifically for sex parties. There were continuous couches that lined three walls and one of those old-timey round couches with the high back in the very center of the room—in what appeared to be black leather. One wall was covered in mirrors, which meant the room wasn’t quite as big as he’d first imagined, but there were no windows that he could see, giving it dungeon vibes.
Maybe that was the plan.
There was a half dozen people inside, still in the early stages of play. Jude leaned against the door and watched them in action, seeing how the other half got off. They were lazily playing, barely doing anything to one another.
Yawn. I hope it ramps up soon.
A few seconds before he wandered out, a man who’d eyed him in the living area a few times sidled up beside him. The guy’s cologne smelled expensive. He wore a little too much of it, but at least it wasn’t cloying, or a scent Jude didn’t like.
“Evening.”
“Evening,” Jude replied.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
Jude chuckled to himself.“Noyou have not. At least not in this neck of the woods.”
“Is that a Jersey accent I detect?”
“Might be,” Jude replied. He glanced over. “Is that a problem?”
“Nope. I like the occasional bit of rough trade.”
Jude forced a smile. That was either a dig or a back-handed compliment. He wasn’t sure which.
“That’s a mighty nice cock you have there,” the guy said. “Mind if I inspect it a little closer?”
“By all means,” Jude said.
That’s right, bitch. Get down on your knees for me. I’m going to make you choke on some rough trade.
He smiled to himself as the man knelt before him and gripped the base of his cock. Gentle kisses and nibbles, along with a tender massage of his sac wasn’t going to do much for him. It was barely getting him hard. He scanned the others playing while he was played with. They were all way too fucking tentative, dancing around the actual fucking like they were scared to go much farther.
Foreplay was fine, as long as it was just enough to get him prepped and ready to go. He’d been with a couple of guys who spent way too much time with it before getting down to business. Hours of gooning wasn’t for him.
By the time the man finally drew the head of Jude’s cock between his lips, the boredom had already set in. There was no anticipation screaming in his veins. Just a‘do it already’sittingon the tip of his tongue, ready to pounce. He spent more time holding that back than focusing on the feel of the man’s mouth.
Jude rested the back of his head against the door and wondered how soon was too soon to leave without pissing Anton off.
