QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Pre-cumming

EDITOR’S NOTE: Read last week’s cliffhanger before this one!
Pre-cumming
By Steve Prince
My mouth is so dry it seems to creak as I begin to smack it open, starting to wake from the night.
A hand slides across my stomach and pulls me closer. A naked body and a rock hard erection greet the small of my back.
“Mmmm,” he moans.
As he begins to kiss my neck, I sigh into him, relaxing into the morning. I feel myself begin to stiffen. My eyes drift open to see the beginning light of dawn emerging in the window.
I turn and face him. “Good morning,” I say with a smile.
“Mornin’ babe,” Peter answers back, with his familiar smile.
We kiss and the familiarity of his taste comforts me a like a morning cup of coffee. I hold his face and my hands. Rolling on top of him, I kiss him fervently.
As I begin to kiss down his neck Peter moans, his expansive chest goosebumps as my lips approach his nipples. I bite, carefully. A puff of breath issues from his mouth as his hand clutches the back of my neck. I kiss down his flat stomach to see an old friend.
Peter’s cock is so familiar to me now. As I cradle’s Peter’s head in my lips, the saltiness of his cock reminds me of the taste of sex and I stiffen more.
After a few minutes of devouring his cock, I slide up to kiss him. He embraces me back, while his cock begins to poke at my ass. I kiss him harder as he begins to press himself into me more. A small gasp issues from my mouth as his cock penetrates my ass.
“Wait,” I say, “we haven’t talked about not using condoms.”
“Does it matter?” Peter says looking at me deeply, “I love you. You’re the only one I want to be with.”
I melt on the spot and kiss him harder, as he begins to fuck me now. He raises up and cradles me in his strong arms as his pelvis plunges his bare cock all the way inside of me.

I moan as he presses harder, while kissing me. I can tell that he’s getting close already.
“Oh God, Steve,” he pants, “I love you.”
He plunges deeper and I can feel him stiffen more.
“I love you, I love you,” he chants.
His fingernails clutch my bare back and begin to slide down, as our panting grows quicker.
“I love you, I love you.”
His nails are now scraping my back, which hurts a bit but I can’t stop him; he feels too good inside of me. He pushes harder. He’s about to cum inside of me.
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”
His cock stiffens more and I arch my head back in release, and…
“Ooooooooooooowwwwww!” I exclaimed.
My eyes fluttered open with surprise. I am lying on an unfamiliar bed, on my stomach. I turned my head to see a strange tabby cat pawing at my back, his claws cutting into my skin.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud in surprise, while quickly turning.
The cat flailed, hissed and shot from the bed like a cannon.
I sat up in the bed, shoulders slumped. I smacked my dry mouth, noticing the horrible taste of my breath. It was a dream, but it felt so real. As if discovering the truth, the raging erection between my legs wilted like a dry flower.
Suddenly I wish I had never sat up. It felt like two hammers simultaneously smacked the sides of my head, like a gong being rung. The familiar pain of a hangover settled itself behind my temples, as its good friend nausea began to spin in my stomach.
“Oh,” I groaned and curled back in to the bed putting the pillow over my head.
A toilet flushes and I freeze.
Someone else is here. Well duh, Steve, that makes sense. You just woke up in somewhere you’ve never been. Of course someone would be here, you dumbshit!
Silently I prayed. Don’t notice I’m awake. Don’t notice I’m awake. I’ll just slip out unnoticed. Don’t notice I’m awake. Don’t notice—
“Well, someone’s finally up!” a gravely baritone proclaimed.
Fuck my life.
I try and hide my head further under the pillow. I try to scan the night for memories but nothing comes to mind. A dense fog has invaded my brain.
“Oh,” the stranger calls, as he crawls into bed, “is someone hungover?”
He scoots towards me. And he presses his cock in the middle of my back. It feels good, but it feels nothing like the dream. Nothing like Peter.
I turn and face him.
He is handsome, such a man with the square jaw and all. His lined face tells me he’s at least ten years older than me. Maybe older, but it looks as if he takes care of himself. He smiles warmly.
“You were so much fun last night,” he said grinning.
“I was?” I asked dead serious.
“Oh my God,” he said, his hand beginning to cradle my balls. “I forgot how much you young ones like to fuck.”
It was then that I noticed that his hand was easily sliding on my cock, which was growing erect again. Apparently we had used Gun Oil to have sex. I was well acquainted with that still slippery feel the morning after.
“Well, I’m glad,” I said. “Look, I should go. I have to be work at nine.”
“Oh sweetie,” he said, “its two o’clock in the afternoon.”
“What,” I exclaimed as I shot out of bed. It was too quick. My stomach churned in resistance.
“Ahh, fuck me,” I cursed looking for my underwear. Why is your underwear always the hardest thing to find after a night of debauchery?
“Well, I would love to fuck you again, but I don’t think we have time,” the stranger answered with a laugh.
He was right; he did fuck me. I could feel the lingering slip of lube all over my ass. And that’s when I felt just plain dirty. Thankfully as I searched for my underwear I saw two cum filled condoms lying on the hardwood floor. Well, at least I did something right.
In a blur of seconds, I seemingly was able to gather all my clothes.
“I had fun with you,” the stranger said, “we should do this again.”
Tired and worn down, I sighed. Honesty seemed the best approach. I looked at him genuinely for the first time that morning.
“Look,” I said, “You seem real nice, and I think you’re handsome as hell. But…” I paused grabbing my keys, “I have a boyfriend and I can’t do this to him. But thank you so much and have a nice day. I’m really not an asshole most of the time, I promise. And I know people normally say have a nice day and don’t mean it, but I actually do because well, I’m Southern and we say things like that. But that I aside, I mean it. Have a nice day. Okay, I’m rambling and your just lying there naked with this gorgeous erection staring at me and I oddly think you’re enjoying this. Which makes me wonder if you’re into something more kinky, but I can’t think about that now really. Cuz I have a boyfriend, who’s not kinky at all. Believe me I’ve tried but he doesn’t even like it in the poop shoot. Cuz he’s my boyfriend. He’s not even out, but he’s still my boyfriend. And he…what? Rambling again. Yeah, um, this is me leaving again. Okay have a nice day…again.”
I turned on the spot but still caught a look of understanding from the smiling stranger. He was a nice guy. Perhaps another time things would have been different. Perhaps if I didn’t just emotionally vomit all over him he wouldn’t think I’m the weirdest motherfucker in the world. Too late for that, I guess.
I exited the apartment and was caught off guard by the niceness of the building. I was used to dirty hookups in dirtier places. My stomach lurched. I stumbled down the hallway and outside, cleared the steps and vomited in the bushes. My stomach heaved three times, as if punishing me for my indiscretions. What was I doing? How could I have done this to Peter? Fuck you, Steve. Five minutes later, I steadied myself.
I looked down at my phone. Seven texts and three missed calls. All from Peter, but there was only one voicemail.
I pressed the phone to my ear.
“Steve,” Peter’s voice seemed cautious, “it’s me. I wanted to tell you this in person, but I can’t get a hold of you. Maybe your out with the boys.” He paused. “Steve, I did it. I told them about me and about us. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done, but I had to do it. I just can’t wait to come home, to my boy. I love you. See you in two days.”
This time I couldn’t tell if I was nauseous from the night before or from the message.
“Steve,” a voice called from behind me startling me.
The stranger stood in the doorway a cup of coffee in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a polo. Damn, he was handsome.
“Oh hi,” I said, trying to look normal. Like that would happen after what I had just said. Also, I probably looked like a hobo.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I need to get home and get to work,” I said.
He began to walk down the stairs and handed me the cup of coffee. “Take this. You need it.”
“Thanks, but—” I began to protest.
“You were in no condition to drive last night, Steve. I did,” he said. “Why don’t you let me take you home?”
I paused, realizing I had no other option but to accept this stranger’s generosity. I felt humbled and stupid.
“Just a friendly ride home,” he assured me.
I nodded my head, and he put his arm around me and patted my back, in a friendly way.
“Oh don’t do that,” I said quickly feeling sick again.
He chuckled. “Sorry. I’ll get my keys.”
I stood on the sidewalk, the afternoon sun of Los Angeles warming my head. Waiting. Waiting for this stranger to take me home. Waiting to take a warm shower to wash the night away. Waiting for two days to pass. Waiting to see my boy.
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve