Chapter 7
The man was beautiful. He moved with a sensuous grace that accentuated his attractiveness. “Follow me,” he said. They walked across the parking structure. Rocky inserted a pass key into the lock, and they got into an elevator. As the car began to rise, Rocky winked at Dan. He pointed to a security camera. “I’ll have to keep my urges under control for now,” he quipped.
Dan swallowed hard.
They exited the elevator and walked down a carpeted corridor. Dan felt a mixture of apprehension, excitement, and arousal. He almost found it hard to breathe.
Rocky stopped, took out a key, and opened a door. He stepped aside and gestured for Dan to go in. As Dan passed him, Rocky said, “Welcome to my humble home.”
Dan walked into the entry hall. Rocky closed the door. He turned Dan to face him. He smiled, put one arm around Dan’s waist, cupped Dan’s crotch with the other, and softly moaned, “Oh, yes,” as he pulled Dan into a kiss.
Dan’s arms, as if being controlled by an unseen force, wrapped themselves around Rocky’s back. Dan pressed against Rocky’s rock-hard, muscular chest, felt the man’s hard cock against his stomach, and welcomed Rocky’s tongue, like he would an old friend, into the recesses of his mouth. Then it was like The Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve all rolled into one. Desire and lust exploded in the very core of his being. Dan wanted this man, needed this man in a way he’d never felt with Christine. He pressed himself harder against Rocky, as if he wanted to absorb him, be absorbed by him, or both.
Rocky responded to Dan by kissing him more deeply, hands running over Dan’s back. He ended his journey by squeezing and kneading Dan’s ass. Rocky’s moans mingled with Dan’s gasps.
Rocky pulled back slightly but with his lips still on Dan’s. Breathing hard, he said, “You’re fantastic. I want to see, feel, and taste every inch of you.”
Dan nodded, unable to find words to express how much he wanted to experience all there was of Rocky, as well.
Rocky took Dan by the hand and led him through the opulent living room to a set of stairs. At the base Dan said, “Wait!”
Rocky looked at him, disbelief on his face. “What?’ he snapped almost sharply.
“I just want you to know that I’ve never been with a man before.”
Rocky’s expression softened. He pulled Dan up on the step to stand next to him. Cupping Dan’s chin in his hands, he murmured, “All the better,” then kissed him.
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It was past midnight. Dan lay on Rocky’s large, round bed. Rocky was spooned against Dan, an arm across his stomach. Dan could feel the man breathing regularly as Rocky’s hair-covered chest pressed against Dan’s back. Dan could also feel Rocky’s cock against his ass.
Dan pictured that beautiful cock. He couldn’t ever remember seeing anything so wonderful: the red, flared head, the veiny shaft, its length and thickness that had taken his breath—as well as his virginity—away. Those full, round balls, the memory of touching them, fondling them, made Dan shudder. This, in turn, caused Rocky to stir, move his hand to Dan’s chest, give it a small squeeze, and press his dick harder into the crevice of Dan’s ass.
That cock had been inside him. At the moment Rocky had thrust it into him, Dan forced himself to sublimate beyond the pain, to the exquisite reality that he was united with a man. It was as if Rocky’s masculinity was flowing through that organ and into every fiber of Dan’s body, fulfilling every sexual need he’d ever had, drenching him in maleness.
Dan would have to call Julee in the morning. He’d find some plausible excuse for why he hadn’t come home the previous night and why he needed her to take care of Lad and Lady. Maybe he could tell her he’d been on call and there was a foaling emergency—that he had to be there all night to help the mare deliver, that he might be a while getting home today.
There was at least partial truth to his story. He was on call starting at midnight and it was past that now. His morning call to Julee was a of couple hours away. Just then all he wanted to do was lie there next to Rocky and let his new sense of identity permeate through him.
Dan knew he’d been on a journey, but his destination had never been clear to him. He now understood for the first time in his life that the reason his evolution to heterosexuality had never been complete was because it never had been who he really was destined to be. Daniel Parker was a gay man.