CHAPTER 2 THE BEGINNING OF BAREBACK MICHAEL - BAREBACK SEX SHORT STORY

Silver Wall

Hi! I'm back and hoping that you're not turned off by what I shared with you last week. After all, if I can't be honest, then it's not worth writing. A part of me was nervous about describing what took place. I know it was wrong but that doesn't explain why something began pushing against the laptop as I penned the details. Sometimes I still feel like I'm in seventh grade again, getting hard every three seconds, often for no reason whatsoever. Except this time, I had a reason.

So here I am back in the same room again. It's still light outside and I'm wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. So where were we? I had just finished describing my first experience with intercourse and it's pretty safe to say that things began moving a little faster once that happened...

The morning after, I was still pretty freaked out over what had happened. I tried to rationalize it a million different ways in my mind. In fact, that morning, I went to my roof and as I sat and watched the skyline, I tried to see if it really made any sense. All the possibilities ran through my mind. We didn't grow up together. We're not really that close. Does it really matter if it just happened once? And the most important factor of all - I didn't know it was him. While the last rationalization went through my mind, I closed my eyes and remembered the darkness. The way I had reached out to cover his foot. When I knew he was kneeling in front of me. When I felt it slide into the furthest part of my throat, wanting it to explode right there. When it finally rained over me, a silent, warm shower that came forth in a torrent. I quickly opened my eyes again. Yep, it was safe to say I didn't really know. But without warning, I shut my eyes again and remembered one more thing. A face that drew close to mine in total darkness, close enough to almost touch. A finger that was raised to lips, A sound that still echoed in my ears, Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and a large hand that had pushed me back, gently but with clear intent. And with the last memory, all the rationalizations were broken into a million pieces. I took a folded picture out of my pocket and stared at it again, something long and warm now pressing against the side of my leg.

A month went by and I tried putting what had happened out of my mind. I must confess that a big part of the problem is that I've always pretty much stayed to myself. My mother is always telling me to get off the computer and start living in the 'real world'. I obviously don't agree but she does have a point. I'm nineteen and I don't really go out enough. With that in mind, I found myself in the heart of a very crowded city I have called home for over ten years now. I can't tell you the name because, well, it's just better to leave some things unsaid! Besides, you might figure it out for yourself anyway. As I made my way through the streets, I passed by a tall black glass building that must have risen nearly fifty stories high. I looked up and cupped my eyes with my hands to shield them from the sunlight. The shirt I was wearing rose up and for a second, I could feel a cool breeze rustle the trail of hair that rose out of dark blue jeans. I must have lowered my arms without thinking and when I looked down, I spotted someone watching me, turning away at the last second. A second too late.

Now you might be thinking that anyone who did what I did the month before would have no problem going up to people. The fact is that most times, guys approach me, which is a good thing since I wouldn't really know what to say. If I could write my thoughts down and just hand it to people, life would be so much easier. That said, the guy who turned away a second too late turned back and was looking again in my direction. Dark navy blue suit. Black shoes, and a very handsome profile now stared out somewhere. I froze and when he looked back at me, I turned away at the last second. A second too late. When I looked back, he was still staring in my direction. I bit the bottom of my lip and before I could begin with the top, he was standing in front of me.

Once, when I was eight, I was standing on the back of a shopping cart that my mother was pushing. A broad grin covered my face. I tried to pull the cart in the direction I wanted her to turn in but she would just push in the opposite direction and smile. Without a word, I understood her as completely as I would have had she talked non-stop. I was getting too old to be pushed around on a shopping cart and it was probably the last time it ever took place.

The man that now stood in front of me had literally drawn my attention away from the sun that reflected off of the black glass skyscraper. That and the wind that blew against a dark treasure trail, re-routing attention. His skin had a warm glow to it and yet his eyes revealed almost nothing. He looked carefully at me and in that second, I could tell what he thought of me. As usual, I dismissed it before it could even sink in. His lips curled upwards gently and I grinned back. "Follow me", he said in a low voice and turned away. I walked behind him but I couldn't quite figure out why I didn't just walk up next to him. At the very least, to even ask where the hell we were going. But then I thought about the profile and I continued walking. Just a few steps behind. I was back on the shopping cart again except this time, without words, we moved in the same direction, without the slightest hint of expression.

For the first few minutes, I wondered why I was following behind. I wondered if it was because of our age difference. He did seem a lot older but I didn't care so I couldn't really see why he should either. I thought he was attractive and although he didn't say anything to me, I could tell when he couldn't turn away in time that he thought I was attractive also. Who even knows how long he might have been looking at me, I thought to myself as we rounded the corner and headed down one of the busiest streets in the city. I shoved my hands in my pockets and watched how the suit moved with his body. It fit him perfectly and I suddenly felt weird in the jeans and shirt I had on. I bit down on the bottom part of my lip and without warning, he made a sharp right and headed through the revolving doors of a tall building, much older than the black glass skyscraper from around the corner but almost equal in height.

He must work here, I thought as I pushed through the revolving doors. For a second, I could see my reflection in the glass of the revolving doors. My lips seemed dark, swollen, probably from all the biting. The doors swished behind me and when I looked up, I realized I had lost track of him. For a second, my heart pounded. I turned again and still, nothing. I turned again and behind several other fast moving suits, a handsome profile returned. He stopped for a moment and then continued on. I followed until we reached a set of elevators. The doors opened and he stepped inside. I quickly jumped in and waited for the doors to close. With each stop, the car began emptying and when the last person got out on the 34th floor, the doors closed behind and only the two of us now stood in the elevator. My heart was pounding again as I looked at him from out of the corner of my eye. The car began its ascent and looking back on it now, I think that the few minutes we spent in that elevator were the closest we would get to one another.

When the elevator came to a stop, I did not need to look down to see that it was now impossible to take my hands out of my pockets. Well, at least not my left hand. In fact, I could already feel something warm and sticky near the tips of my fingers, through the dark blue jeans that covered them. That's when I realized that he had already removed his suit jacket and under a very bright light, I could see an outline growing, making its way upward through a pair of smoothly pressed pants, pushing against a thin black leather belt that held them in place. The doors opened and he got out, a step ahead of me.

The two of us now found ourselves in an empty lobby. He looked around and rounded a corner. I followed behind as he made his way towards a narrow corridor. He pushed a door open and it shut quickly behind him. I skipped a few steps up and pushed the door open. Another corridor, narrow but much shorter than the one we had just left, revealed a second door. He had already gone through and when I pushed open the door, I watched as he scanned around a small, white tiled bathroom. Instinctively, I looked down at the foot of a row of silver metallic bathroom stalls. Every one of them seemed unoccupied. I walked over to the window and pulled it open. The cold air hit me in the face and when I looked out, I almost gasped. The view was unbelievable. I could see dozens upon dozens of buildings that seemed to stretch forever. We were up much higher than I thought, my attention having been diverted by other things. I could hear a shuffling sound behind me and I pulled the window down. Suddenly, it was deathly quiet. I turned and couldn't believe what I was looking at.

Against the silver wall of the outer stall, a tall, handsome, profile stared at me. The dark navy blue suit almost glistened against the white tile and melted into a warm, dark blue river against the metal wall. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and I could see part of his stomach. He quickly entered the stall and I walked over to the entrance. He looked back at me, slowly closing the door and wagged his finger back and forth, bringing it to a stop by pointing it at the door to the entrance of the bathroom. Once again, without words, I understood exactly what was being said. I still wanted to go into the stall with him, but as I turned back to look, the door had already closed and I could hear the sound of pants being pulled down, followed by underwear. Fuck, I thought, entering the stall next to the one he was in.

I stood inside of the stall and closed the door. Unbuckling my belt, I pulled my jeans down to my ankles and sat down. The cold seat made me jump up but I forced myself back onto the seat and stared down. It suddenly got very quiet and I saw the edge of a shiny black shoe in the stall next to me from an opening about a foot and a half high. He didn't want me to come into the stall so I really had no idea what we were supposed to do. For a moment, I considered pulling my jeans back on and leaving. I looked down and realized that I wasn't even hard. It sat at the edge of the cold ceramic toilet, growing more uninterested by the moment. Suddenly, the shoe disappeared and was replaced by two knees that slid quietly beneath the opening. His legs were beautiful and I imagined that he must have been a runner or swimmer to have such strong legs. The part of my body that had lost interest now bounced up from the edge of the rim and began growing. His knees were sliding further beneath the partition and from behind the steel wall that separated us, something long and pink swelled. The moment I saw the entire length of it jut from beneath the wall, two heavy balls dangling beneath, I smiled. Good thing I didn't leave!, I thought, dropping to my knees.

With one hand, I grabbed him and pulled it into my mouth. With my other hand, I cupped his balls in my hand. Despite having long fingers, I still had trouble grabbing all of it and it only made me want him further inside my mouth. I tried to take it further down my throat but I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled him out of my mouth and grabbed one of his balls, filling my mouth again. They were so big, I couldn't even fit both at the same time. I could feel his cock bounce against the side of my face while I kept licking him. Suddenly, I felt his legs pull back and my head nearly smacked against the wall. I probably looked absolutely ridiculous but I had better things to worry about. For a second, I thought that maybe he had changed his mind. I moved up and pushed my own legs under the partition. I felt a warm hand grab me and then a second hand, gripping the entire length of it at the same time. For a second, a strange memory popped into my head.

When I was twelve, I was hanging out with a friend who's sixteen year old cousin had stopped by. Although I wasn't that tall, I was already fully developed. This fact did not prevent him from making fun of me simply because he towered over me. Without warning, he stood up and began shaking his hips back and forth and I could see something underneath swinging lazily. "When you grow up, I'll smack you across the face with it", he said, laughing as he continued swinging it back and forth. It was an awkward moment and all I could do was stare at the place that had formed a decent size bulge behind his white windbreakers. Another moment that called for instinct over words and I found myself standing directly in front of him, not sure of exactly what was going to happen next. Or maybe I knew precisely what was going to take place. He pulled his windbreakers down slowly and stared down at it. When he got to the head, I was actually surprised. I guess I had made it out to be longer in my mind than it actually turned out to be. I unbuttoned the corduroys that I was wearing and pulled down my underwear. By the time I got my pants down, he looked at me in disbelief and pulled his windbreakers back up, completely embarrassed over losing a contest he had initiated.

>From behind the metal partition, I could feel myself grow harder. His hands were unbelievably soft and I pressed harder against the wall. I could feel a pair of lips closing around my head and in the next minute, my cock was disappearing inside of a mouth I couldn't see, rubbing against a pair of soft invisible lips. The same hands now cupped my balls and squeezed them gently enough to make me even harder. My face was pressed against the silver wall in front of me and suddenly, I knew he had taken it out of his mouth because it felt cold against the raw air of the stall. I didn't move, not knowing exactly what to expect next. I could hear movement but still had no idea of what was going on. I squeezed my cock as hard as I could and it bobbed up and down heavily - still nothing. That's when I felt it!

A slick hand grabbed it and stroked the head. I didn't realize how much I was dripping until it was rubbed around in the grasp of a strong, smooth hand. Without being able to see anything, I could feel it being guided somewhere, perhaps back inside of his mouth judging by the warmth that now enveloped my swollen head. I was sliding into something but it wasn't what I thought it was. I looked down and reached my hands underneath the partition. I could feel his legs but they were now facing in the same direction mine were. He was sliding me inside of him and the feeling was completely indescribable. Unlike the previous time, it slid in with relative ease and when it got to the base of my shaft, I pushed forward, pressing my face against the wall again. I could hear sounds, the sounds of someone that wanted me to continue. I began thrusting forward and my mouth began widening, my hard stomach slapping against the bottom of the partition. I reached under and grabbed the inside of his thighs with my hands, pulling him closer to me, thrusting myself deeper inside of him. I could hear him pulling himself off as I continued driving it inside of him, incredulous at how easily he was taking all of it so far inside. My face pressed against the silver wall, a fine mist growing around the place where full red lips were quivering. A sudden intense throbbing pressed down on my head and along the top of my shaft and I heard a series of distinct splattering as something shot out towards the wall on the other side of the partition. The tightening pressure caused me to let go of everything and at least two or three shots sprayed deep inside of him. Suddenly, it was being pulled out of him and I shot the rest of it over the floor below. That's when I heard the first door to the bathroom being pushed open.

I was still dripping when I rushed to pull up my jeans. Fuck! My heart was pounding in my chest. Now the second door opened and whoever was outside was now only a few feet from the stalls that we were in. I sat motionless and looked down at the floor in horror. A large, sticky puddle that ran from one part of the stall to the other was right by my feet and I stepped over part of it with my sneaker. I grabbed toilet paper and cleaned up as much of it as I could while whoever it was searched for an empty stall. A minute passed and I could hear the sound of someone relieving themselves in one of the standing urinals near the window. A zipper pulled up and the door was pushed open again. When I heard it close, I stood up and opened the door to my stall. It was completely quiet. Too quiet. I knocked on the door of the stall next to me. Nothing. I knocked again. "It's me", I said in a low voice. Still nothing. My hand reached forward and pushed against the door. It opened, revealing an empty stall. I turned and looked around the rest of the bathroom. Nothing. It was completely empty. Now, I found myself going back to his stall, as if my eyes were merely refusing to register the fact that I was the only one there. A long streak of white dripped downwards from the silver wall towards the floor, forming a puddle on the ground below it. I took one last look and slammed the door to his stall, a loud bang echoing inside the bathroom. Pulling the window open, I took one last look at the skyline as tears began welling up in my eyes. I shut them, letting the wind blow against my warm face.