True Story : Part 3

“Hunter!” he called out to me. “Wait! Why are you running?”

I’d lost track of the route back to Don’s condo, and at this point I was just trying to get away from him. To lose him somewhere, where I could hide out and wait until my mind wasn’t overwhelmed with all those fucking memories. I hadn’t looked back, but the voice sounded closer. He couldn’t chase me forever.

I saw a dark parking lot up ahead, just around the next turn. It was full of cars— mostly coupes and compacts, but also a number of SUVs. This would be the perfect place to lose him. I still hadn’t looked back, but I could hear him behind me. His footsteps. Each time he’d call my name. As soon as I neared the corner I split right and ran as fast as I could towards the lot. Again I heard him yell towards me. He was close—I couldn’t tell how close—but close enough. Too close.

As soon as I entered the parking lot—full to the brim, with not a single spot open for an incoming vehicle—I realized that this might not have been the best choice. He was too close for me to easily duck under some car, and all the vehicles in my way were just going to slow me down. Without looking back I made a quick right in front of a black SUV, spun around it, and then dropped to the ground. I slid half of my body underneath the car, my palms on the dirty concrete as I tried to listen for him over the sound of my heart beating. I hoped that he’d keep running—slow down enough to look under some of the cars so that I could roll out from under the SUV and sprint off. He’d
have to give up the chase at that point. My only other worry was that he wouldn’t wait
for me the next morning at the ferry.

The parking lot was dead silent, and it was clear that he was trying to be just as quiet as I was. I no longer heard my name called out. I couldn’t hear his footsteps. I tried to contain my own breathing, but I’d been running so fast that my lungs were finally catching up with me. He was going to find me.

I had to prepare myself—I was going to have to face Cole, after all these years apart. And it wasn’t going to be light. There was no chance of that. I mean—he chased me through Provincetown into a parking lot, and I knew that the silence that had enveloped me wasn’t an announcement that Cole had given up. He was looking for me. And so I waited, half of my body under the SUV, listening for the sound of footsteps in the windy night. Anything that would give away his presence.

As I was about to inch further under the SUV, he came down on me, covering me like a blanket, his arms wrapped lovingly around me as if to say that everything was okay—that I had no reason to hide. This just made me furious.

As I felt the weight of his chest on my upper back, I pushed upwards, painfully digging my knees into the concrete and twisting my shoulders so that he flipped right off of me. I saw Cole’s face as he landed on the concrete; I watched the surprise and sadness in those deep green eyes.

I jumped to my feet, but as soon as I gathered my balance I felt a large hand grab my right ankle. Then two hands—and I let my body drop against the black SUV before he got a chance to yank me back down. I thought Cole would seize the chance to stand up, but instead he charged just above my waist, shoving my body into the SUV and planting his head on the side of my body. As soon as I realized what he was going to do I dug my fists into his shoulders, but it was too late. He picked me right off of my feet and dropped me on my back, coming down overtop of me. I landed softer than expected—or maybe my head was just so overwhelmed I couldn’t feel the pain of the impact. Cole had my legs up over my head and his arms around my shoulders. I was trapped. As his face touched down near mine, our cheeks touching for the first time in years, I smelled that same musk that had aroused me so much back at his friend’s condo in Boston. The same musk that would grow more intense when he pushed my body against the glass wall and stuffed his cock in my mouth.

Cole’s lips were on my neck; his white scruff brushing up against my cheek, his shoulders pushing into mine. I tried to roll my body back and push my ass upwards so that I could spin away from him, but he just let more of his weight tower down on me. I could feel his hard dick in his pants, brushing up against my jeans. And even worse: I could feel my own hard-on. And I hated it; that he could disappear for so long and a part of me would still want this. That’s the fucked up thing about sex and desire. Andmy desire was split in half. Part of me wanted to beat the shit out of him, and the other part wanted him to rip my jeans off.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” he asked in his thick Boston accent, his body hunched over mine and his arms still holding my legs over my head. We’d fucked in that position so many times before.

I didn’t respond. In fact, I didn’t look at him either. My knees were aligned with my ears at that point, so I wasn’t about to start a conversation. I could’ve punched him in the jaw at that point. Or square in the eye. I wanted to, although he didn’t deserve to get punched. At least not in the face. And so instead I just reached one arm up around his neck and pulled his face into my chest. With all my force I rolled to the side, pushing Cole off of me. His body hit the cement and he rolled into the tire of the black SUV with a loud thud.

As I made the dumb mistake of hesitating for a few seconds to make sure that Cole wasn’t hurt, he recovered. Before I could even get onto my knees, Cole grabbed my thighs from behind and pulled me into his crotch, his fingers wrapped around the outline of my erection. I swung an elbow and nailed him in the shoulder, but instead of getting off of me he pushed me with two hands, so hard that the upper half of my body flung back down. I could feel the cement dig into my palms. Both hands were black, and my clothing was covered in dirt. As I struggled to lift my head off the cement, Cole yanked my jeans and boxers down to just above my knees. I could hear his zipper coming undone. I quickly tensed my ass and jerked it upwards, just as his naked crotch was coming down on top of me. He groaned softly and fell on top of me, and I guessed I had probably tapped his groin.

I still couldn’t get up from underneath him. My jeans were around my knees and my shoes were still on, and Cole was on top of me, his hard dick rubbing in-between my cheeks, a space soaked from the heat of wrestling. I could feel his lips on the back of my neck, his stubble on my skin. He kissed me in a way that made my legs twitch, my whole body light up.

There was a roughness to the way he held me, which balanced the softness of his tongue as it caressed my neck, reaching up to my earlobe, unloading pleasure into me. The head of his long cock was at my asshole now, in-between my firm cheeks, and he slowly fucked that small space, letting himself glide back and forth, his thick head never fully penetrating me. He was seeing if I wanted it. If I wanted the whole thing. And the truth is, I so badly did.

The sweat from Cole’s forehead rolled onto my cheeks as he passionately kissed my neck, all the way down onto my shoulders where he yanked the collar of my shirt so that his wet lips could soak my bare skin. My face was down against the cement, my ass up against his crotch. I began to not give a fuck whether he deserved this or not. Nor did I give a fuck that we were in a parking lot. And so I did what he wanted: as his head dipped down along my neck, I turned my face so that our lips met. As soon as I did this, Cole grabbed me under my right arm and flipped me onto my back, maneuvering himself in-between my legs, underneath the jeans still tied around my knees. He pushed the jeans down to my ankles so that my legs were spread out in a V from his crotch. His sweaty dick was up against my ass, and he grabbed my head and pulled me into him. And for the first time in years we kissed, although it felt like only yesterday when we’d last kissed each other. Sweat ran down both our lips, dragging with it some of the dirt on my face, but neither of us gave a shit.
“Fuck me,” I said to him as he thrusted up against me. I didn’t have a condom on
me, and neither did he, but I looked deep into his eyes for that reassurance that after all these years, he could still enter me bareback. And with his muscular arms wrapped
tightly around me he returned the look of reassurance I needed.

Cole stuck his tongue into my mouth, and I could feel his dick slowly pushing into me, our heavy sweat allowing for a lube-like entrance. As soon as his thick head was in I felt an instant rush, those old sensations that weren’t so much about size as they were about they way he was loving me—even then—covered in dirt and grime, my cheeks and hands darker than night. His dick became the most important thing in the world to me, and I dug my heels into the ground as I pushed my ass onto him, groaning with each inch. This was where he belonged: back inside me, forcing apart my tight cheeks with so much sensation that the entire lower half of my body felt moved to some higher place. And it wasn’t the size of his cock or the weight of his body—rather it was the way he looked at me each time he pulled his tongue out of my mouth. I could see right into him. I could feel the way his firm hands dug into my back, rubbing up along my shoulders; digging gently into the sides of my neck. Cole fucked me with an intense masculinity that he paired with the gentleness of a lover. He kissed me ferociously, but his tongue was always soft inside my mouth.

As I slid back and forth on Cole’s cock so that my ass cheeks bounced off his legs, he pulled me upwards. With two arms wrapped around my back he lifted me up so that I was riding his cock. My head was just inches above his, and my arms were wrapped around him. I pushed off his shoulders and slid up and down him, breathing deeply as I felt him reach the deepest places of pleasure in my body.

I kissed Cole’s forehead, softly, as I moved up and down his chest. The first cold splashes of wind tossed against my back as he slid my shirt over my head to reveal a wet torso, soaked in sweat. Cole stuck his head into my armpit as he lifted me up and down on his erect cock, his fingers squeezing my bare ass, guiding my movements with methodical pull. He was the sole source of heat in that chilly parking lot, where quick, chilling winds stormed in-between the cars, brushing my skin so that tiny goosebumps popped up all over my arms and legs.

I dropped backwards and so did he, so that our bodies formed a perfect ninety degrees—natural and fluid, like the human body’s ode to geometry. With my fingers gripping the cold cement behind me, I pushed my ass further and further into Cole, watching his face as he thrust into me. Watching as his eyes closed each time the head of his cock hit that special spot. His mouth was open; lips dried from the wind. I could feel the coarseness in his hands as they held my ass tightly.

And although it seemed like we were creating the loudest act in Provincetown, our volume was limited to the soft groans—those deep breaths—that blended so naturally into the wind. Somehow I forgot that we were in a public parking lot, but I didn’t care if anyone overheard. I was blocking out all noise except that which we were creating together.

Cole’s eyes opened as his thrusts got quicker, and we shared an entire conversation in the next few seconds of silence.This was different. I saw the change in his face. I felt it below—that hardness, moments before eruption. He pushed harder, throwing the entire weight of his body into me, and I threw my body back into his—over and over, until the sheer thrust of his dick hit my prostate with such intensity that my whole body lit up.

As my dick flopped against my stomach I could feel my climax building from deep inside me. My belly was covered in pre-cum, and a small bead of cum sat on the head of my cock, evidence of our intense fucking. Cole’s whole face transformed, and became red in the dimly-lit sky—covered by SUVs and compact cars. We could hear people in the parking lot at this point; and they were loud enough that I couldn’t ignore them. I didn’t know how many were there, but a crowd had formed. Maybe it had been there the whole time. I kept hearing, “fuck ‘em, man,” and “take that hole,” coming from around the cars. Instead of slowing down or worrying about exposure, Cole just came at me harder.

And just as my whole body shook with explosion—shooting cum into the air, all over my chest, all over dirt-stained thighs—I drove my ass into Cole’s cock. He groaned loudly—a celebration of an orgasm—and pulled his dick out of my ass just as he shot streams of cum all over my cock and chest, giving me everything that I wanted. That I’d wanted for years. He’d chased me down for this—to tell me that he loved me and to prove it to me. I’d fucked other guys before, but no one felt like this after I’d cum. There was no one I’d hang onto—staying on top of them, holding them—like they had the only place in the world where I needed to be. As if I’d found that last, sacred battlefront of man, where possessions are on the wayside, and all we have left are our naked bodies, our love, our desire, and our search to find that best feeling on Earth. Unobstructed, like the tip of an old mountain, where we can create something that seems so large compared to the smallness in our view of the world below.
And Cole fell on top of me, his semi-erect dick on top of mine. And for the first time all night, I smiled.

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