Del stared at the tiramisu, struggling to find the words to say.
“I’m sorry Charlene, it’s not you – it’s me.” Her eyes pleaded with him, desperate to understand.
“Was it something I said? Something I did?”
“Of course not. I’m just not in the right place, you know, mentally,” Del said, stumbling a bit over his words. “It’s only been a month since the divorce. That’s all.” Her eyes began to glisten in the candlelight – but she nodded to him, understanding.
“It’s alright Del. I get it – too serious too soon. You just need something different.”
Del was breaking down, and felt slightly ashamed that it was relief he was feeling. The champagne glass had a solid line of bubbles marching their way to the top of the glass and they decided to toast their way apart.
“To you, Del. I hope you’ll find your *perfect match* someday.”
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“Charlene” was upset, but determined. She’d met Del as a blonde waitress at the bar, as a brunette where he worked at the docking port, as a shorter woman at the arcade and as a taller woman at his gym. She could shift and be anything – anyone. Why couldn’t she be what was right for Del? What was she missing? Still tasting the champagne on her lips, she realized there was one thing she hadn’t yet tried…
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Del sighed, still mulling over the events of last night. The towel around his waist had plenty of hip to grip, but he was starting to get in better shape. They’d received a wrong shipment from Romulus station today and it was one disaster after another, so he retreated to the gym where he liked to work off the days frustrations. That lanky woman who had been flirting with him the past few nights wasn’t here today, and after the breakup a few weeks ago he’d hoped to see her again.
Musing about his sadness, Del angled his head as he heard someone entering the locker room. Typically at this time of night there were few people here, and he often recognized any regulars with a simple tilt upwards of his chin. The rest was unnecessary. Tonight however, this was someone new. He didn’t even look Del’s way which took him by surprise. Del stared, waiting for even the slightest of glances, but they never came.
“Hey!”
The man turned, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. He tilted his head to the side, a questioning look on his face. Del’s face flushed, embarrassed and unsure what exactly overtook him.
“Sorry, thought I recognized you,” Del said, shame riddling his voice despite a conscious effort not to let it show. The man nodded, a full grin showing his seemingly perfect teeth.
“You new?” Del said, unsure what to say in the awkward silence. What was happening to him?
“Yeah, just signed up today,” the man said, opening his locker and putting his bag inside.
“Cool,” Del said, starting to mumble to himself, “cool cool cool…” He noticed the man was struggling, the locker failing to shut. Del walked over, thinking of all the shipping containers from this morning spilling over with rations destined for the relief efforts.
“You’ve gotta lift a bit, some of these lockers tilt depending on the stations grav-”
The man turned around, a hungry look in his eyes, and kissed him. Del reeled back in shock, the towel around his waist losing the grip it once held so tightly.
“Wh- the fuck?” Del shouted, panting heavily. “What was that for?! Who are you??”
“Charles,” the man said, laughing nervously and raising his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, “and I will never live that down. Fuck man I thought my gaydar was spot on, I just-”
“You thought wrong!” Del said, a fervor in his voice he couldn’t even identify the source of. You think you can just-”
As Del was furiously pointing his finger, the towel slipped off. It angled around his hips first, then slid forward, off the tip of his erect dick and cleanly in front of him. Charles took a step back, eyes wide as dinner plates as he saw Del standing before him naked as the day he was born.
Del gasped, reaching down for the towel but not before noticing how turned on he was, and how Charles could plainly see it too. He saw the shadow of the man approaching him growing taller and fell backwards before he could fully grab the towel.
Charles leaned down, elbows on his knees as he picked up the towel. Del was still breathing heavily, the intensity of the situations and all the emotions making his veins feel like they were on fire. One vein in particular was very noticeable to both parties.
“Do you want me to leave?” Charles asked, eyeing his cock. Del couldn’t think of what to say, even with plenty of time. The silence stretched for what felt like an absurd amount of time.
Charles didn’t move. “Do you…want me…to-” Del spread his legs so he could lean forward and pull Charles on top of him. He didn’t realize how cold he had been, sitting there with his ass on the tile until Charles began to press his lips forward up Del’s chest and onto his face.
Charles was smooth all over, and Del couldn’t believe how hungry he was for this exact moment. He moaned softly as Charles began to kiss his neck and work his way back down. A thousand thoughts drifted through his mind, trying to catch each of them during the intensity of what was happening near his navel was like trying to catch a leaf in the breeze back on Earth. One in particular he had clear grasp of – he wasn’t ready for this. He’d never been with a man before. Didn’t he have to…prepare? You couldn’t just have a passionate-
“Stop whatever is running through your mind,” Charles said smiling and looking up at him, his voice cutting across all the thoughts at once. “Just enjoy yourself, do you understand?”
“Yes sir, I underst-” Del gasped, as he felt the warmth of Charles’ mouth on the tip of his cock. Gripping either side of his thighs, Charles started slow but pulled Del into him as he maintained a strong grip. The explosion of sensation was almost too much to bear with everything else that had happened recently, and Del felt he was almost already at the peak of the mountain.
“Stop, please, god I’m come to come already…” He lifted his head to look apologetically at Charles, who was laughing and wiping a string of saliva from the bottom of Del’s cock off his lower lip. It was simultaneously the cutest and most primally sexual thing he’d ever seen.
Grasping Del’s dick in his hand, Charles teased him with a playful lick. “How many does it take to get to the center of you?” He licked again, and Del threw his elbows over his eyes, trying to maintain control of himself.
“Oh shut the fuck up,” Del laughed breathily, “I just am trying to process…this.”
“Don’t worry,” Charles said, winking up at him, “I’ve got it from here.” He stood up, and Del watched every motion. The belt coming off the jeans, the shirt over the head to reveal his smooth torso. He saw a huge chunk of flesh missing off of the upper left shoulder and Charles noticed his glance as Del propped himself up on his shoulders.
“Stupid teenager stuff on my first jump,” he said, waving it off, “I’m fine, promise.” As he spit on his hand and rubbed it across Del’s cock, the look of shocked ecstasy made Charles laugh again. He grabbed Del’s hand and placed it firmly over his cock as he slowly teased Del’s with his hips. Each stroke Del gave, he received.
“I’ve…never fucked a guy before,” Del admitted. “Neither have I,” Charles said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The quizzical look on Del’s face lasted a split second before Charles came back down, his lips still slightly wet from teasing Del’s dick. Every time Del pumped his palm across Charles’ manhood, he could feel Charles respond, eager lips dancing across his own. When Charles pulled back up, both were breathless realizing they needed a moment.
Charles began to slowly sit down on Del’s throbbing cock, guiding him in to only fit the tip at first. Del trembled as he saw Charles easing his way up and down, the experience much tighter than he ever could have imagined. He realized he had an iron grip on Charles’ cock and eased back slightly, playing with Charles like Charles played with him. Charles grinned from ear to ear as he swayed his hips, pushing Del deeper and deeper into him.
As he bore the full weight of Charles sitting studiously on his cock, feeling his hands pulling the hair on his chest, Del noticed the look of smug satisfaction on Charles’ face as the mountaintop fell beneath him.
“You just needed something…different. Glad you found your *perfect match*,” Charles said smugly as the orgasm tore through Del’s body.
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