Arrival of the Day: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 - The Shadow
"Hold up," Tito Jon said, his brow furrowed in deep concentration; "did you know Aaron Rodriguez?"
"Is that his name?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him. "Why...do you want to know?"
"He was a coworker of your Aunt Rachel," he hesitated. "I saw him a few times at his place." The thought of the lecherous old man Aaron around Tito Jon's old place unsettled me. It seemed to unsettle him as well.
He gathered his thoughts. "Next topic," he said, folding his hands together as if in prayer. "Were you using the building you were cleaning to hook up in?" He leaned in, as if afraid to share this secret in the mundane atmosphere of this outdated diner.
I frowned at him, jabbing a fork in his direction. "Dude! I'm still not even near the important part, and that's what you pick up on?"
He also pointed his butter knife at me, covered in burger remnants. "Uh, yeah, because it makes sense why you got fired, Nathan!" I winced, but all I could offer was a shrug.
"Yeah, that's pretty much why," I admitted. "I got fired because I was caught by the wrong security guard." Tito Jon rolled his eyes.
"That's messed up, kid," he said through the straw in his drink. "I should've never hired you. You'd turn my restaurant into a haven for criminals!"
"I won't, I promise!" I pleaded, showing my empty palms. "As for the firing, allow me to recount what happened. We're still a few months away from that moment." Tito Jon nodded, waved his knife at me, and sat back, eagerly waiting for the story.
"Josh. Are you sure you like women?"
"Huh?"
Josh was sitting across from me on the parking lot bench, and I leaned against my car in the parking lot of my workplace. I think Josh might have been on his break or something, because he had emerged from the building carrying two sodas. He placed one in the palm of my hand with a smile.
In Ottawa, the seasons often lingered longer than their scheduled death dates; summer and winter were particularly persistent guests. It was mid-September, and the summer that was masquerading as autumn scorched us with heat from above.
Josh had removed his button-up shirt, revealing his long, muscular body to me, whether he intended to or not. I didn't want to gawk. I really didn't. I simply let sweat pour off me, drying in the hot air. Out of uniform and any official capacity, we basked in the sun-soaked air. I felt incredibly comfortable.
"So, Josh," I said, sipping my bottle of Sprite. "Are you absolutely certain you're into women?"
"Positive, dude," he replied, staring into his bottle of Dr. Pepper. "I've always been."
"And yet you remain inhibited. I don't know, man. The evidence suggests otherwise." Josh glared at me, forcing me to laugh. "I was just messing around, dude."
He scratched his jaw, pondering his response. "I mean, I suppose men can be attractive as well. I've never really considered it seriously. I just thought..." Josh took another swig of his drink. "Should I try dating men?"
A spark of excitement ignited within me. I hoped it wasn't my libido. "You know what, buddy? Maybe you haven't explored all your choices. You just need to...do what you think is right."
Josh frowned. "Man, I've been busy doing what I think is right, and it's led me nowhere, bro," he acknowledged. "That's why I'm asking you what you think I should do. You're having sex all the time!" I tipped my bottle to him, and he did the same. "Seriously, bro! You're like...some sort of womanizer!"
"Maybe, but it's true." [
"You..." I began, looking into his warm, sleepy brown eyes. "Don't want to be like me, Josh." The phrase escaped my lips, grappling with me like a struggling animal. A curious expression crossed Josh's face. "You are good."
"You are."
Hey, stop talking crap, Nate. I chuckled. And Josh gave me a charming grin; gaps between his teeth, and so freaking adorable. I stored that in my mind for later. Goodness gracious, Josh--you're so clueless. I couldn't be like this. "No, but...I want to try new things. And you do that often. So...I'm taking cues from you."
I stared hard at him, taking in every feature. The innocence in his gaze. This guy, barely out of his teens, was still far from being an adult, and he was looking at me for guidance. I was no more grown-up than him. I could only say one thing I knew for certain.
"You can't be anything but yourself," I whispered, trying to sound serious; "and if that doesn't work for someone, then you should move on."
"But I'm like...a damp rag, dude..."
"So find someone who likes a slightly damp embrace." I shrugged, and Josh couldn't hold back his laughter. I was glad that despite all that had happened, I could make him giggle. "Alright man. It's been good, but I gotta go to work. We'll chat later?" He nodded his consent and bumped his fist into mine, turning it into a handshake. "We're not a damp rag, Josh."
He gazed down at the pavement, still grinning. "Thanks, Nate. I'll keep that in mind." I patted him on the shoulder before leaving him.
Your private conversations with your lover, Rory:
urlover-rory: no one's gonna b there, right?
nateynate1992: nope. i'll meet u at the door
dont worry, i got you
urlover-rory: alright, i trust u
For the third time today, I eagerly opened up our conversation thread, hoping Rory would materialize. I was damn horny; the guy had been coaxing me during our conversation. The pics he shared of his athletic body; his creamy white cheeks wrapped around his round hole. Jesus, I could've climaxed already. Come on, Rory....
I noticed him as he approached in a white sweater that was strikingly conspicuous in the environment. 7pm; night had descended on the city, providing the atmosphere for our encounter. The man appeared anxious as he came to the back door of the building.
"Hey," he said over his shoulder, a grin quirking at his lips. His description chimed perfectly with his pictures: a lean young man, seemingly younger than his claimed age; probably younger. He was a few inches shorter than me. A cute mop of shaggy brown hair; I simply had to pat him. And he playfully grinned back. Fuck.
"Come in," I instructed, gesturing to the door; "and relax." He gulped and obeyed, entering with me. I had him go first, and I took in his slim white ass, bulging against his jeans. Oh, he was primed and ready for this. I had no illusions of being gentle with this guy. I slid my hand down the little dip his buttock made.
"You really have the entire building to yourself?" he questioned, his eyes trying to locate something to focus on in these dim, grey corridors. I took hold of his shoulders, steering him through the maze, into the darkened staircase. Away from the watchful eyes of the security cameras.
"Yep," I said. "And don't worry, you're not going to be caught on any cameras." Using my fingers, I gestured around us. "I switched off the lights in the halls we'll be in." He gulped again. "I could take you right now if you'd like. Here, in the dark..."
His breathing accelerated slightly. My eyes, already acclimmated to the shadows, spotted him scouring the area for my face. He was biting his soft, pink bottom lip, his eyes growing round to let in more light. "Fuck..." I breathed. "You're so cute."
"Thank you..." he whispered in his flirtatious tone of voice. Fuck, he was a well-practiced little twink. I wondered how many men he'd had. How many at one time. An orgy, that'd have been fun as hell. But organizing one, and not getting caught, was a bit difficult.
He gave a slight nod, and I moved toward his enticing lips. Rory's scent reminded me of toothpaste and bubblegum; almost like a fantasy. I touched his backside once more, and he let out a moan beneath my hand. His moans reverberated in the hallway; his gasps resonated off the concrete walls as they hit me again. Oh god, I had to be within him.
"Alright," I said, slightly out of breath, craving more of this feeling. "Let's continue." His eyes were large and full of desire. Despite his intentions, I felt him rubbing against my leg through his pants.
"Alright, daddy," he responded, his lips parting in a smile. Alright then.
I directed him through the dimly lit corridors until we reached the sixth floor, where we found Old Reliable: the one room left with all the deserted furniture. The individual who had last owned it clearly hadn't anticipated it being used for such misconduct. A win for the freaks.
This entire space was three rooms with the walls taken down, allowing the ambient light brought in by the street lamps to shine through. A faint blue light filtered into the room, bathing Rory's skin in a bluish glow. From behind the door, a single emergency light emitted a weak red light, casting my shadow on his body.
"Take it off," I said, my throat dry as I struggled to focus. He grinned and slithered out of his clothes, swaying to his own tune. He showcased himself for me, dancing naked like the seductive Rory he was. My handsome partner. I stared at him in a trance, watching him perform this act he likely did for many others. With his back to me, he stopped, and I drew attention to his unzipped jeans.
A deep shudder took hold of me as I untangled him from his clothes and reveled in his nearly nude physique. His lily-white legs were pristine. Every curve of his ass was covered with little-to-no underwear. I took them off as well. The tantalizing aroma of his freshly cleansed anus filled my nostrils - enough to make me pant. I craved the taste.
"Oh...fuck, yes, daddy..." he moaned as I tongue-kissed his ripe asshole. Predictably, he switched into daddy talk. Not a problem. I licked his juicy little anus and relished the smell of soap, combined with the unmistakable scent of recently washed anus. I was in ecstasy. He moaned, but seemed to be holding back.
Still facing the conference table, he folded himself in half, falling forward with a cute giggle. He lay on the table with his ass in the air, conforming to my wishes. He was great at this game. The smutty twink was a catch.
My heart raced with desire for him. I exposed more of my body, revealing my thick, six-inch cock. The scent of my sweaty underwear, holding my cock since hours ago, filled the air. My cock cooled quickly, dripping with precum. I stepped up to him, rubbing the tip of my penis on his cheek. He moaned and moved his hips even more.
"Even though you and I are the only ones here," I said, my voice low and stern; "you can be as loud as you want, my love." I brushed my cock across his plump flesh, leaving a path of precum in its wake. His ass shook in response, and he emitted a moan. My fingers gently touched his anus. He mewled at my fingers caressing his ass.
"Are you certain?" he asked, hints of worry creeping through his provocative boyish act. No chance; he would keep on being this way for me. I smacked one of his tight cheeks playfully, causing him to release a proper moan.
"Daddy's sure," I answered with a sense of relief. Ultimately, my experience with Aaron made the 'daddy' cliches dull, but Rory belonged to me for the night. He chuckled and wiggled his ass provocatively. I shuddered, thankful for all the cock-hungry chasers.
"Now come here." I embraced him and kissed the space between his thin shoulders. The tip of my erection nestled comfortably in his crevice. "Come and suck my cock."
He fell to his knees and planted his hands on my stomach. Far from being a hulking bear, I was acceptable to him in that manner.
"It's so hot..." he panted, trailing kisses down my belly. Gently, I guided him to his knees using my hands on his shoulders. Before long, his eager face was right in front of my big, thick shaft. His eyes sparkled with amazement. "Wow..." he breathed out. Although I lacked in length, I certainly made up for it with girth. Rory could barely wrap his hand around my dick; he fumbled and awkwardly stroked me, causing my body to shake and spread precum all over his cute lips.
"Suck it, my little love." He obliged. Swallowing me whole was a challenge, but he began to open his mouth wide, sticking out his pink tongue and licking my slit. I was leaking precum into his mouth. I grunted out my contentment, and it bounced back at me off the empty walls.
"Is that good?" he questioned through a sly smirk. I moaned and nodded, patting his head. That encouraged him to finally take my waiting cock head into his warm, slick mouth. Fuck. He had to stretch his lips wide to accommodate me.
I stared down at him, studying his features in the dim light. His mouth stretched obscenely around my dick, making his brown eyes well up with tears. "Daddy's going to fuck your throat, huh, baby?" I asked him gently. He moaned around my dick, the vibrations sending shivers through me. "Yeah? You want that? You want me to deeply swallow your thick Asian penis?" Rory nodded.
Fucking his throat was now my favourite thing. He gasped and gagged around my cock, fighting for air as I plunged into his gullet. His hands reached up and caressed my sides, searching for something to hold onto. All the while, I gripped his head, grasping at his hair to keep his slutty mouth firmly on my dick. I dripped precum into his throat, making his passageways slick with my essence.
"Dirty slut," I grunted, "You're a boy slut for real men, aren't you?" He whimpered a response, his lips closing around my shaft. "Yes...yeah...suck it down, you lazy little whore."
Like a man under a spell, I lapped up the feeling of his gagging sucking. His hands rubbed my body slowly, teasing my erect nipples. His masturbation down below was evident by the sound of his wet palm slapping against his flesh. He was so into this performance.
When I could no longer stand the anticipation, I removed my condom, the familiar sound alerting him. He popped off my dick with a groan. The shiver that shot through me was electric.
"Here's some lube," I grunted, fumbling with the packaging; "in my pocket." He quickly grabbed for it. I managed to open the condom, all the while Rory smeared lube onto his taut body. He had moved to the table; as he rolled onto his back, his ample cock stood out against the candlelight. It thumped and jerked in rhythm with his heartbeat as he anticipatingly watched me prepare myself. His fingers roamed up and down my body, exploring and touching me intimately.
"I adore your physique, daddy," he murmured, his voice steeped in passion. "You're so sexy."
"Thank you, honey," I replied, my voice thick with desire, slipping into the condom. "But you're my sexy boy too, don't you realize?" His breathing sped up, like a panic. This was a cinch. I lined my cockhead up with his tight, pink opening, and he leaned back, preparing himself. He gasped, then moaned deeply as I sunk into his body.
Slowly. Slowly. My heavy cock had challenged many a nob before, but Rory was taking this like a pro. He tightened his cheeks and embraced my intruding tool. All the while, he hummed his pleasure. "Fuck..."
"There you go, my dear boy," I whispered, my voice devoid of its usual tone, dominated by the animal craving within me. The beast within me was seizing this prize. In this new position, with his juicy ass pressing up against my sacks, I was fully in him. He squealed, his voice escalating into a long, high moan as I sunk into his hole.
I bowed my head and touched his soft cheek. He clung to my wrist desperately, like letting go would cause him extreme pain. His eyes were wet with lust, his pale skin was flushed, and his haggard breaths were heavy and erratic. I bracketed my palm against his cheek, and he grabbed at it, as if his life depended on it. His eyes were glassy with desire; he panted and whined with each thrust. Good. I pulled back slightly, then thrust into him without mercy. As he cried out and choked, I could feel the moisture welling up in his redened eyes.
"Good boy, good boy," I encouraged him softly, slowly pulling back then pushing deeper into him. He sounded like he was on the verge of emotional collapse. I desired to make him sob. I desired to have him plead for me.
I was so caught up in Rory's alluring persona that I barely noticed the silhouette creeping across the emergency light. I almost froze, but my dick craved Rory, so I kept thrusting. I took a deep breath, sucking in my breath. Rory didn't detect any changes; his hole tightened around my dick, squeezing out slippery pre-cum into the condom.
"Don't stop, dada, please," he begged, panting in my palm. I hardly missed a beat, still fucking him. But I couldn't help staring at the silhouette, now completely covering the doorway. Whether it was a person or not, it stood there, watching.
It was difficult adjusting to the blood-red light. I was accustomed to living in the dark, having wandered around in it for so long, and my eyes adjusted flawlessly to the gloom. But under the dim red light, things seemed hazier, less vivid. Difficult to make out. I slowed my pace slightly to examine the figure. Underneath me, tonight's lover moaned and stroked my body.
I paused mid-thrust to feel his hard, leaking cock. The act of me thrusting into him caused his cock to flop around, leaving strings of pre-cum across his tight abs. He was a decent seven inches, his cock about as thin as the rest of him; hot and wet with arousal. Rory squirmed.
At the same time, the silhouette moved as well, casting red light across my body. I squinted harder. It was undeniably a person. And they filled up almost the whole space around them with their silhouette. They watched me; they watched me fuck this unaware young man. They stared into the blue darkness of the room, just watching.
Carefully, I resumed thrusting into Rory, my movements becoming more intentional. The watcher didn't budge, didn't jump to alert anyone. Nor did they burst in to interrupt me. I couldn't see their eyes in the crimson haze of their silhouette. But they could see me. I hope they were amused by the performance.
The way his eyes were squeezed shut and his head tilted back, Rory definitely wasn't noticing what I was. His high-pitched moans filled the stale air. It was thrilling, hearing him whine with my cock in him, all while this massive stranger watched us. Wordless and motionless.
"Do you like that?" I asked to the room, louder than necessary. Rory's hole contracted around the base of my cock and I groaned against the wave of pleasure that swept through me. I focused on the silhouette. Perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I thought I saw it move slightly.
I plunged back into the young man's hole, savouring the pleasure that seeped up my shaft. He was taking my relentless pounding, his body bouncing up and down on my cock. He was close to ecstasy, his face scrunched up.
I leaned in to kiss him, but he couldn't open his eyes to look at me. Lost in his own world, he was. His pink cock dripped and I couldn't stop myself from stroking him. His entire body shivered at my touch.
He gasped out, "Oh wow," with genuine desperation. "I think I'm about to..." Rory began to gyrate his hand rapidly on his cock. I increased my speed, pounding into his hole relentlessly. The silhouette watched on.
Rory's squealing reached a manic pitch as I fucked his orgasm out of him. His cumshot shot up and smacked him on the chest; his legs and body jerked as if electrified. In agonizing bliss, he groaned and squeezed his cock, concentrating on the sensitive tip that squirted out two more weak shots of his hot white cum. The sight was unreal.
"Oh baby," I exclaimed loudly, my hips taking control of me. "Oh god! Oh baby! I'm about to cum too."
"Please, dada," he begged, voice hoarse; "shoot your fucking load."
"Where do you want it, baby? Tell daddy."
"My face!"
What an expressive man. I pulled out of him, my cock deprived of his hot hole. He scuttled off the table, falling to his knees in front of me, and he instantly started licking my heavy, sweaty balls.
I warned him, "Get ready. I'm gonna blow my load." I spoke out to the empty room, hoping he'd understand. "Come on, baby, lick my fat balls. Fuck." And he did, pushing his tongue into the deep crevice. "Dad comes a lot. You ready?" He stuck out his wet tongue and smiled. Sweat trickled down my forehead.
I kept my gaze on the shadowy figure in the corner. It hadn't moved but I couldn't make out who it was. I continued to jerk off, feeling myself approaching the edge.
"Here it is," I growled, pressing my cock head against Rory's tongue. An intense scream escaped me as I shot my semen down his throat. He closed his lips, allowing my cum to splatter his face. Droplets of sweat and cum painted his face in exquisite tones.
The shadow didn't move. I looked from the shadow to Rory, who was spitting my semen back up and mixing it with the load on his face. I shuddered with excitement at the sight. The shadow seemed to shift at the sound of my groan.
"Fuck! Yes, eat my sperm," I cried, loudly so the shadow could hear. Rory moaned and licked up the remaining cum. Lips smacked as he swallowed. He reached up and begged for a kiss, covered in semen. I happily obliged, kissing him deeply. It was so delicious.
My gaze returned to the shadow as I heard it breathe out. In a flash of red light, it was gone.
Once I was composed, I tossed a cloth at Rory. I cleaned myself off quickly, watching him fumble with his own cum-covered clothing. Once he was sufficiently clean, I handed him his clothes. Rory did that little dance again while getting dressed. It took us a few more moments to get dressed in the now cool office.
With my phone light as my guide, I led him out the backdoor of the building, three paces behind him. This way, I'd ensure he exited safely, avoiding any security cameras.
"That was fun," he said as we walked down the dark hall. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"
I hummed in response. "We'll see." We reached the backdoor of the building, feeling the pleasant night air. It had rained recently, leaving the air with a fresh hint of greenery. From somewhere in the parking lot, I heard a car start and drive away. I suspected Rory heard it too, but he was preoccupied with us.
Joey pulled me into a quick embrace and whispered, "A kiss goodnight?" His eyes held a slight chuckle. I kissed him tenderly and felt his disappointed expression. He pulled away and limply let his arms fall to the side.
"Stay safe," I whispered. I didn't meet his eyes as he weakly replied, "Goodnight, Glen." He then disappeared past the decorative shrubs that marked the edge of the parking lot. Minutes later, he was just a dot in the distance, still visible. My cock twitched, remembering the incredible experience.
As I returned to the relative safety of indoor spaces, I contemplated the keycard I'd discovered. It had SolTech branding on it. Flipping it over, I read the name, "Beckett, Joshua." My heart stopped. The face printed on the card resembled a dear friend. I walked to the old office space, knelt, picked up the keycard and dropped it into my pocket, letting the door close.
Something cold gripped my heart as I recalled the branding on the keycard. My friend's face stared at me, unaware. The print looked real, not forgery. My heart raced with the realisation. I left the abandoned area and took my supplies, heading upstairs. The lights flicked on, already robbing me of my dark haven. I returned to my hideaway, torn between curiosity and shock. My hands trembled as I held the lanyard and keycard. My friend, whose face was printed on that keycard, was working on another project. The revelation petrified me. What had he found? And what would he do?
Uncertainty and a chill ran through my body. The last thing I wanted was anyone finding out about my late-night activities.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I held the keycard with the evident traces of honey as I headed back to my personal hideout in the abandoned corridor. There was only one person who could get me out of this pickle - my friend was the one who had to help me remain anonymous. And he had my keycard.
Read also:
- Acquiring Part One
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- Aftermath of Slut Spouse Volume VIII
- The name mentioned is Hanna.
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