Uncovered 2

I could still smell David in the air, on my sheets, on my pillows…on my skin, the rich, sweet and pungent, masculine of his. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. My dick, still not completely limp, twitched a little. I put my fingers in my mouth, recalling the taste of David’s lips, the sweaty saltiness of his skin, the slippery smoothness of his dick, and the musky tanginess of his ass. 

Rolling on to my stomach, with both of my legs spread apart, I started to swivel my hips slowly on the bed, grinding on the sheets, sweat pouring down my back like raindrops sliding down a window, and I wished that David was still here, beneath me, my dick still in his beautiful ass. But he wasn’t here. It was just me. And even though I could still smell him, I couldn’t taste him the way I could less than an hour before. It wasn’t the same. I wanted him to be here. But he wasn’t.

After a while I lost track of time. I knew that Vince would be coming home at some point in time; I just didn’t know what time it was. For a minute or two, I thought about Vince’s face, of his tan, olive-colored skin, of his hypnotic grayish-green eyes, of his full lips and sharp jaw line, and for a moment I felt guilty for fucking David in our bed. In all the times we had ever had sex, David and I had never done it at one another’s homes. 

I had initially wanted to go to David’s home, but I knew that would be impossible with his wife being home. I knew that Vince wouldn’t be home until after eleven, maybe even later if he decided to go somewhere afterward. I remembered David asking me early tonight why I didn’t have a boyfriend. Vince and I had been seeing each for about three years, off and on. I met him when I was a junior in high school. I was seventeen and he was twenty-four. He had been different from all the boys I had been used to being around: Vince was more mature, sexier, and more mysterious. 

From the time that we met, our relationship revolved around fucking. There was rarely any conversation, no exchange of emotion, and no demands or expectations from each other. After I graduated from high school, about two years ago, we moved in with each other, in this dilapidated apartment. And I don’t know why. We didn’t even know each other…we still don’t know each other. 

I work in the early morning and come home in the afternoon. Vince works in the afternoon and doesn’t come home until late at night. We don’t connect the way I feel we should. Other than our physical attraction, there’s nothing else there. More than three years later, we’re still strangers. So even though I was lying when I told David that I didn’t have a boyfriend, I was also telling the truth.

I had to change the sheets and I had to take a shower. Vince couldn’t know what had happened here earlier tonight. If he knew, it would piss him off so much and I was afraid of what he might say or do. Vince is usually a laid-back person, a quality that attracted me to him in the first place, but when he gets upset, he’s loud and unpredictable. He loses control of himself and it could be scary sometimes. 

I took the sheets off the bed, and before I put them into the closet, I smelled them one last time, just so that I could remember David’s scent. I folded them neatly, placed them on the top shelf and brought out new ones. It took me about ten minutes to make the bed, partially because I was being so meticulous, but also because I would stop and space out sometimes, thinking about David, wondering what he was doing while I was tucking the sheets beneath the mattress, about what lie he was telling his wife about his whereabouts for the last couple of hours. 

Finally, I looked at my watch. It was almost one o’ clock in the morning. As much as I didn’t really want him to come home, I wondered where Vince had gone. A thought crossed my mind that maybe he was at another guy’s house, doing the same thing I had been doing with David earlier. Maybe he wasn’t planning on coming home at all tonight. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Almost five minutes later, I heard the front door open and close. For some reason, my heart skipped. I took in a deep breath and sat on the bed. I waited for him to come into the room. But he didn’t immediately. I heard him go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator door. Before he had the chance to come into the room, I went back over to the window and pried it open, so that fresh air could come in. 

When I turned from the window, Vince was standing there in the doorway, a bottle of beer in his hand, his dirty, and grey workman’s suit slightly open so that I could see his naked chest, one hip pressed against the doorjamb, staring at me with his sharp eyes.

“What’s up?” he asked nonchalantly. Vince was staring at me like he had already known what I done and was waiting for the right time to tell me.

“You’re home kinda late,” I said. “It’s one o’ clock.”

Vince took a step past the archway and into the room. “Had to stay later than I thought I would. `Sides, been home later than this before.” He looked at my dick as he drank from the mouth of the bottle. “What happened to your clothes?” he asked.

I had forgotten that I was naked. I don’t know how I could’ve been so stupid to forget to put something on. “Just came from taking a shower.” I said.

Still drinking from his bottle, Vince shook his head. “No, you didn’t. I can smell you all the way from over here.”

“Meant to say I was about to take a shower,” I explained, feeling nervous.

“Okay,” Vince said. I knew that he knew, and he knew that I knew that he knew. At least I think he knew. “Well, I’m dirty as fuck. So how about we go in shower together.”

“Fine with me,” I said.

Vince looked at the bed. I hadn’t put on the blankets yet. “You changed the sheets. How come?” I didn’t think he would notice, especially so soon. 

“They were kinda dirty.” A breeze from outside came in and blew across my naked back. I shivered a little bit.

“Close the window,” Vince said. I did as he asked. Immediately, the room felt stuffy again. Vince returned his attention to the bed. “I just changed the sheets on Wednesday. How could they be dirty already?”

“They just felt dirty to me,” I said. I hated how nervous he was making me feel. I wanted to hurry up and get out of the room, but Vince was almost blocking the doorway. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to get out unless he let me. At six-one, Vince was taller than me by about four inches, and at one hundred and ninety pounds, mostly of pure muscle, he outweighed me by about twenty pounds. He knew how to be intimidating when he wanted to.

I started to amble toward the doorway, to the bathroom. Vince stepped aside to let me through, but before I crossed the threshold, he grabbed me by the wrist, not roughly, but firmly, and asked me, his breath feeling very warm against the side of me face, “What man have you been bringing into our home? Into our bed?”

“Nobody,” I said.

“You sure `bout that?” Vince asked His grayish-green eyes shimmered for a second. “I can smell him all over you.” 

“Nobody’s been here except me.”

“Okay,” Vince responded. He released my arm and let me go. I felt his eyes on me as I made my way though the short hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door behind me, not locking it, because I didn’t want to make Vince even more suspicious than he probably already was, and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked at my naked body, at the sharp lines of my chest, of my arms, at the hair around my dick, at my dick, which was now completely limp. I studied my face, and I looked a bit tired, worried, and a bit sad.

I went over to the shower and turned it on. As much as I was trying to force David out of my head, I kept thinking of him over and over. While I scrubbed my skin with soap and washed it with nearly scalding hot water, I kept thinking of how Vince said that he could smell David all over me. And no matter how much I washed myself, I did still smell like him. The bathroom door opened and I saw Vince enter, completely naked. I remember the first time I had seen Vince naked, about two weeks after we had met each other. He had always been muscular, but not as muscular as he was now. He only had three tattoos back then instead of the six that he had now: A large black cross on his right pec, a dove on his left shoulder, and the letter “V” written in gothic style, slightly below his navel. I remembered thinking how he had the best body I’d ever seen on a guy. 

As the years past, Vince continued to grow more muscular, his body more god-like, and each year he got a new tattoo: two hands holding a rosary on his right shoulder, an ankh on his lower back, and a set of Chinese characters right below the base of his neck, on his back, meant to mean ‘luck.” He walked toward me, his huge polish-sausage-like cock flopping around as he came toward me. I started to get hard at the sight of his beautiful body. Vince stepped into the shower and moved behind me.

“Water’s too hot, don’t you think?” Vince whispered into my air. I could feel his dick hardened against my wet ass.
“Not to me,” I said.

Vince squeezed my shoulders, massaging them. “So what did you do all day?” He kissed the back of my neck. My body was already hot to begin with because of the water, but I really started to feel like I was scorching when Vince touched me with his lips.

“Not much.”

“Did you go to work today?” Vince asked.

“No. I had the day off.”

“How come you didn’t tell me yesterday?” His large hands moved down my back, his fingers tracing a line down the length of my spine. My dick continued to grow bigger. So did his. I hoped that he couldn’t still smell David on me, even though I knew he probably could. 

“I don’t know,” I said. I closed my eyes when Vince’s hands reached my ass. With one hand he took the bar of soap from my hand and started to wash my ass with it, using large circles with the soap bar across my ass, and then sliding it up and down along my crack, getting a lot of soap suds inside, making my ass feel nice and slippery inside. 

He reached underneath, between my legs, and started to wash my balls. Vince rubbed soap into his hand, and started to wash my nut sack with his soapy hand, squeezing and massaging my balls. I groaned and clenched my ass. My dick bounced up and down. Vince grabbed my dick, still reaching underneath between my legs. His hand was still thick with soap suds. He began to jerk my dick slowly, squeezing it, rubbing it gently. 

“I was thinkin’ `bout you all day,” Vince said as he slowly pumped my dick. He was fully hard, all thick ten inches of him, and he was pressing his fat cock against my asscrack. He tilted my head back and kissed me, not gently, but roughly and savagely, like he hadn’t kissed me…or anybody else…for years. “Was you thinkin’ about me today?” he asked.

I still had my eyes closed as Vince rubbed the head of my wet dick. I whispered, “Yeah, I was.”

“Don’t say you was, if you wasn’t,” Vince said. He spread my ass apart with one hand and touched my asshole with his middle finger. He poked it at it vigorously. It only took about three or four pokes before his finger entered my ass. I gasped and hot water entered my mouth. One of Vince’s fingers is probably the equivalent of an average guy’s dick when it’s hard. When he shoved his finger into my ass, I gave out a short scream. 

“You’re still tight,” he said. I didn’t get what he meant by that, so I didn’t say anything. Vince stuck his finger all the way up to the knuckle, and started to make circles inside of my ass with his finger. He took his finger out for a moment, just so that I could relax, and then he put it right back up there again, this time along with his index finger which was almost just as long as the other finger. I spread my legs as far as they would on the shower floor, and braced my arms against the shower wall in front of me. Steaming hot water continued to spray onto my face, but I felt Vince’s fingers in my ass a lot more than I felt the water spraying on to me. 

“How long has it been since I fucked you?” Vince asked.

It had been about three days ago, in the kitchen. He had come home, while I had been in the kitchen. Without saying one word to me, he shoved me up against the refrigerator, my face pressed up against the freezer door. Vince snatched my jeans down to my ankles and ripped my underwear down slightly below my knees. 

He had cleaned my asscrack with his tongue for about five minutes, before spitting on his dick and entering my ass, roughly and swiftly. It had hurt a little, because his dick was so big and thick, but I liked it. Vince didn’t last long. He came in my ass after maybe about thirteen or fourteen thrusts. He slapped my ass afterward, and left the room. I had stayed there, pressed up against the refrigerator, with my pants around my shoes, for a minute or two before I pulled them up, along with my underwear, and finished making the soup I had been preparing. 

“Tuesday,” I said.

“You want me to fuck you right now?” Vince asked. I felt the big head of his dick against my asscrack. My heartbeat was hammering. With all the steam, it was hard to breathe.

“If you want to,” I answered.

“If I want to?” Vince repeated, sounding a bit upset and hurt. He dropped the soap on the ground and suddenly stepped out of the shower, leaving me alone. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and left the bathroom. 

I don’t know why that had made him mad. A part of me cared and a part of me didn’t. I stayed in the shower for about another five minutes before getting out. After I dried myself, I returned to the bedroom, where I found Vince lying on the bed, naked, on his stomach, much like I had been lying before. “You mad at me?” I asked.

Vince didn’t say anything.

I stared at his naked body, at the way the lamp softly illuminated his taut, smooth skin, the gorgeous arch of his lower back and the tattoo on his back, of the circular curve of his ass. I wished I loved him more than I did. I wished that I thought about him as much as I thought about David. I wished that Vince could be the person I wanted him to be instead of the person that he was. But he would never be, and it would be stupid of me to think that he could ever be different, especially for me.

Cautiously, I moved toward him. The room didn’t smell so much like sex anymore, but there was still the lingering scent of naked bodies in the air, and cum. I got on the bed, and climbed on top of Vince’s back. I kissed the Chinese tattoo on the top of his back 
“What are you doin’?” Vince asked.

This time I didn’t answer. I continued to kiss him everywhere on his back, making my way downward. Vince didn’t start to respond to my touches and kisses, until I made my way to his lower back. I traced the contours of his ankh tattoo with my tongue. He groaned a little bit, I think against his will. I continued to move downward with my tongue until I reached the top of his asscrack. 

Even though we had just come from the shower, Vince’s ass was still musky and humid. I liked the sharp smell of his ass. It made me hard. Vince started to moan, much as David had done, when I put my mouth into his ass. His asscrack was a lot hairier than David’s, not that it was a bad thing, but I enjoyed the velvet smoothness of David’s ass better. I licked around Vince’s asshole, flicking at it with the tip of my tongue, and all I could think about was how sweeter David’s ass had been, and how much I wish I were with David at the moment and not Vince. I took my tongue out of Vince’s ass and rolled over on my side of the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

With his face still pressed into the pillow, Vince asked me, “How come you stopped?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Just started gettin’ a headache all of a sudden. I feel tired.”

“Tired from what? You said you haven’t been doin’ nothin’ all day.”

“I don’t know,” I repeated.

“I think you do know,” Vince said.

I didn’t want to talk about it, so I didn’t say anything. Vince reached over to the nightstand and turned off the lamp. The room filled with darkness. Vince was asleep as soon as the light went off, but I remained awake, listening to him breathe, tracing the shadows on the ceiling with my eyes, wishing I wasn’t here.

At around two o’ clock in the morning, the telephone rang. I was still wide awake. Vince was still asleep. The phone rang three or four times before I picked it up. I feared that Vince was going to wake up, but thankfully, he didn’t.

“Hello?” I whispered.

“Did I wake you?” My heart skipped when I heard the voice on the other end of the line. It was David. I hadn’t expected him to call me soon. Usually after one our meetings, he didn’t call me until three to five days later. This was only three to five hours later.

“No, I’m still up,” I said.

“I’m sure you are,” David said.

To make sure Vince didn’t hear any of the conversation, I got out of the bed, left the room, closing the door behind me, and went back into the bathroom.
“Sorry I had to leave so soon,” David said. “Something came up.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s okay.”

“If I could’ve I would’ve stayed there all night with you.”

Hearing him say that made me hard all over again. I really wished he had stayed too. “Yeah, so I did I.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

I suddenly had the feeling that Vince was awake and listening to my conversation. It was such a strong feeling that I said to David, “Let me call you back later on today.”

“Is there something wrong?” David asked.

“No,” I told him, but in my mind I thought, “Yeah, there is. I’ll just call you back later on, okay?”

“Okay, Kyle,” David said. “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

I told him bye and hung up. Still thinking that Vince might be waiting for me in the hallway, waiting to ask who I had been on the phone with, I left the phone on the sink counter, and waited a couple of minutes before leaving the bathroom. 

Vince wasn’t in the hallway, like I feared he might’ve been. And when I entered the bedroom, I found him asleep, in the same position he had been when left the room. Before I got back into the bed, I took the blankets that I had left on the floor, and covered both of us with them. Vince shifted a little bit, but he was still sleep. I was still sure that Vince knew that I was messing around with someone else. I just knew it. It made me nervous to lie in the bed next to him, because I didn’t know what he was thinking in his head. But maybe there was the chance that he didn’t know. Maybe….

“Who was that on the phone?” Vince asked, sounding very awake.

Hearing his voice made me freeze. “Wrong number,” I said.

“You had to leave the room for a wrong number, huh?”

“I had to use the bathroom.”

“Didn’t hear the toilet flush,” Vince said.

“I’ll go do it right now.” I made my way to get out of the bed again, but Vince stopped me, by grabbing my wrist, a lot more firmly this time.

“Wait until the mornin’,” Vince said.
“Okay.” I said.

“I hope it was worth it.” Vince muttered.

I was shocked when he said that. “Huh? What did you say?”

“I said, good night,” Vince said. He went to sleep a few minutes later. I stayed awake for the rest of that night, thinking about what he said and what he hadn’t said. Any doubts I had about him not knowing about David were cleared. Vince definitely knew what was up. I don’t know if he knew about David, but he knew that I had been with someone else. 

I didn’t know what he was planning to do about it. But all I knew was that I had to fix things quickly before things go from bad to worse.

To be continued...