Having a morning routine is good, it’s helpful to get yourself started on autopilot a little until you’re alert enough to start making good decisions. What’s not helpful is if your morning routine involves having a sexual reaction to caffeine. About 20 minutes after coffee, I’m usually on my morning commute, thinking about oral sex. It used to be about getting head, and having some big set of tits wrapped around my dick while it was happening. After several years of that not happening, I got to where I would even be thinking about giving blowjobs or 69 or sometimes any sort of sex act at all. It started to feel desperate, even if I was thinking about something I thought I would actually enjoy. Since it would usually wear off by the time I got where I was going I didn’t pay it much mind anymore. It’s not like I could do without caffeine without some work, and it’s not like I was going to get blowjobs without things radically changing in my life.
That’s what happens when you get older, right? Life happens – sex, not so much. I even started thinking that maybe I should work on losing some weight so I could at least suck myself off. Easier said than done – even when I got 20 pounds down there’s still a lot of work to do to get close enough to do that. It was nice being more active, though, and it did help with my mood a little. It also meant I could tone down the caffeine some, and that in turn meant I didn’t quite have the same weird reaction in the morning that I had been.
I had been kind of a loner while I was working on the weight loss, and even though I was still working a little to keep getting that down, I started to think I should be hanging out with people again but I was uncertain about how to work on that. Luckily, I didn’t have to spend too much time thinking about it. A co-worker of mine from a couple of jobs ago was coming into town, wanted to know if I could pick him up from the airport the following Saturday morning and run him over to a car rental place that wasn’t attached to the airport. (It’s amazing what the price difference and vehicle availability is when you’re not a captive audience at the airport.) We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and we figured we could catch up over a slice and he could tell me about the meeting he was headed to on Monday. I asked him why he didn’t just come in on Sunday, but he said he missed town and wanted to dig around some record shops and things over the weekend since he had to come here anyway.
“What time am I coming, I mean, picking you up?”
“6:15, that’s early for you. I can sleep on the plane on the way there.”
“That is why they call those the red-eye flights, Hugh.”
“One requirement – show up with cold brew.”
“Okay, I think I can do that, there should be coffee in the airport anyway.”
“Thanks, Ron, see you.”
I was already looking at the clock a lot at the end of Friday’s workday. My plan was to have a light dinner and try to go to bed early, because I didn’t want to be the jerk showing up late to the airport. Bolting out of the building right on time, I felt a little distracted most of the way home. I was thinking about things that would make me show up late. I was acutely aware of detour signs and road constructions signs, looking out for speed traps, and generally being anxious. I grabbed a premade salad at the grocery store, and went through self-checkout so I didn’t have to make eye contact with a cashier.
I think I slept, but the alarm seemed like it was too early. I drove down to the airport easily enough, none of the things that I was worried about ended up being a problem that early in the morning. It was also pretty easy to get a parking spot.
I bumbled around in the parking garage, because I couldn’t remember where the elevator to the terminal was, and I was really starting to feel like I needed a coffee – but that was my motivation to get to the terminal and find a coffee place. I wandered down the concourse, trying not to seem like some sort of shuffling undead from an old George Romero film. I looked up at the flight display. From the looks of it I had eight more minutes.
Finally I got a visual on a coffee place, and there were only one or two people in line already. I could smell the brewing machines and my walking pace picked up a little. By the time I got to the counter, the two business class travelers that had been ahead of me were already drinking their little espressos and headed to the newspaper stand.
“Two, large, cold brew, vanilla, sweetened, with almond milk.” I tried to make eye contact with the barista for a moment so I didn’t seem like a weirdo. This was probably not going to be a good time to practice my people skills, so I didn’t try to do anything stupid like start a conversation. I ran my card in the machine after she told me the total, and gave me a rather cheery smile as she handed me the two coffees. I think I smiled back, hopefully I didn’t just look scared while I thanked her for the coffee.
I made it back to the passenger greeting area with a minute or two to spare, slowly sipping my cold brew as I went. I figured I should go slow and not get caught up in drinking since I needed to watch out for Hugh.
I was watching carefully, trying to recognize him through the pack of bleary-eyed passengers but somehow he got pretty close to me without me realizing. He dropped his bag and gave me a big hug while I just stood there with my arms slightly out trying not to drop two coffees.
“Which one is mine?” Hugh asked, not having let go of me yet. By this point he probably realized that I was completely hard and pressed against his abdomen In a quieter voice he asked, “Is that one mine?”, playfully looking down while he says it.
A little rattled, I moved my left hand down towards him and gestured to him which coffee was his. Without missing a beat, he took the coffee and handed me his messenger bag. “Here, hold this for me.” After I put it on, he adjusted the strap and moved it around to cover my erection and then picked up his other bag.
“Sorry” is all I can manage to say, and Hugh smiled and tells me not to worry about it as we started walking towards the parking garage. As we went, he kept looking over his shoulder at me, rather amused, as I walked just behind him since there wasn’t enough room in the crowd for us to walk side by side.
Once we got in my car and we were all situated, I turned the engine on for the sake of air conditioning but I wasn’t quite ready to drive yet. I blurt out “I’m… I’m sorry that got all weird, I guess I wasn’t … expecting a hug or anything.”
“MmmHmm. There has to be more than that.”
“I w… was… ex…excited to see you?” I stammered.
“And?” Hugh asked.
“And… I haven’t had sex in several years, and I’m very turned on by coffee.” My speech started to improve as I stopped being evasive.
Hugh reached across me and pulled me over to him, and pressed his face into my neck like he was about to kiss me but just inhaled a little. He pulled away again and just beamed at me.
“Ron? Full disclosure. I wanted to spend time with you this weekend, because you always gave a shit. Based on the busty interns that you usually tried to hang out with, I convinced myself that I wasn’t your type, though. Figured we would do pizza and music stores and hang out, and not worry about thinking you were cute. You went and made it worse by being cuter than two years ago.”
In my head, I was thinking that I’ve been super-hard for fifteen minutes and wanted to take his cock out and spray his jizz all over the floorboards. I don’t think that’s how he intended the conversation to go. “I’ve been working out more, my mood is a little better, but I really miss sex and I’ve been questioning myself about what I want a lot. The answers haven’t mattered because I haven’t really been around people that much. Now that I maintenance user machines when they’re not even there, or remotely when they are there, I might as well be having a relationship with a power supply or a chat window. The pay is good, and the clients are happy with my work, but I’m isolated.” I looked down at my shoes and closed my eyes for a second, feeling shitty about getting weird about everything. “But about the other thing, I don’t know if I’m your type or not, but I like you enough to want to find out.”
“Was that so hard?”
I looked blankly at him, looked down at my crotch, and looked at him again. We both busted out laughing.
Hugh said that we should just drive over to where his hotel was so he could check in and drop off his luggage, and go from there. He tried to check my erection while I was driving, which I discouraged.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a stiff penalty for carjacking,” I said. “But seriously, I need to calm down a little.”
When we grabbed his stuff from my car, I grabbed the messenger bag again so I wasn’t so self-conscious.
Check-in went easy, and we wandered over to the elevator, bumping shoulders intentionally as we walked. We were trying to keep the mood light but I realized I was a bit jittery, not sure if it was coffee without breakfast or trying to manage my arousal or both.
“Still sure?”
“I’m fine, I’m ok.”
We got in the hotel room, and he threw all his stuff on the first bed, walked down to the curtains at the end of the room and looked out. We’re high enough up that nobody is looking in the room, and the natural light started to make me feel better.
He walked back to where the second bed was and nuzzled my neck. My dick seems to have reacted but I’m also getting that tingly feeling again which I can’t tell if is anxiety, excitement, or heart failure. (Since my dick is hard, I’m going to rule out heart failure for a minute.) Gently, he kissed me, but it was a different, new, sort of arousal. I was acutely aware of every bit of stubble as it brushed against my skin, but still having a tough time telling the difference between anxiety and excitement. Our shirts came off awkwardly, and he unbuttoned the front of my pants. I had to try to slow him down a little. So, I resorted to starting to take off his pants, which he found unexpected. Once I had gotten his dick free of his boxers, I immediately put it in my mouth without giving it any thought other than it would give me a minute to settle down.
“Wow. Unexpected. Don’t worry, you’re doing good.”
I was thinking about how this was so much more comfortable than trying to suck my own cock, how I could just barely taste some precum and it felt so much more sexy than I expected. I felt Hugh trying to grab for my cock again, but I was worried I would come before we could do anything. He grasped me firmly, trying to size me up.
“Also wow. I know you’re worried you’re going to come, but I need this in me.” He got up from the bed.
“Ok, I will be right back, get comfortable.”
I took my clothes off the rest of the way and laid on the second bed, staring at the ceiling trying to compose myself somehow. After he came back from the bathroom, he walked around to the side of the bed and peered down at me.
“Doing OK?”, he smiles.
I was still rather hard, so I must not have been doing that bad. He reached down to my dick, with lube already on his hand, trying to get enough on there.
“It’s been a little while for me also, so no point in trying to go in rough.”
He climbs on top of me, not really wanting to waste the moment. It felt really intimate again all of a sudden and I felt unprepared again. He had the tip of my dick, trying to guide it in, but he couldn’t quite get the angle. It felt good slipping around on him, but it didn’t quite go in.
“We gotta switch.” He laid down next to me face up and rubbed in a little bit of the extra lube. I climb over him, and try to line up.
“Relax, you need this.”
I finally get lined up properly, and then the lube starts to feel like it’s doing its job. I slip in part of the way, my head completely in. His eyes roll back for a moment at the sensation, then he makes eye contact again.
“Ok, go.”
I move the rest of the way in while our eyes are locked and feel myself getting harder. I am thinking that this is a lot of stimulation and I’m trying to hold back as much as I can. As I finally get in all the way he pulls me down and kisses me. I can feel my whole body trying to leave through my dick, pulsing and throbbing.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I know you were hoping I would last longer than that.”
“Well, you did say it had been a while.”
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