Somethin' to hide

Steve lowered himself, to where his ass was in Herbie’s face, but denied him the pleasure of touching him. Steve looked over his shoulder, deep into Herbie’s eyes, teasing him, taunting him over the ass he may or may not have again. “You want to lick?” Steve asked spreading his cheeks, to show Herbie what he couldn’t have; you want to feel the pressure of my ass on your face again?” When Herbie went to touch Steve again. He said. “No.” and held Herbie’s arms down with his legs, his ass still inches from his face. “I’ll tell you what.” Steve said, you can kiss my asshole, but that’s all you get tonight, because you’ve pissed me off.” Steve continued to hold Herbie’s arms down with his legs, and got close enough to spread his cheeks.” Kiss that.” Herbie kissed his asshole, making both men shudder.

Steve got down and stood on the other side of the bed, not knowing what Herbie might try to do. Herbie was insane with lust and needed release. Steve did a good job getting him to this point and then not following through. Herbie got up and picked up the phone. He licked his lips savoring Steve’s essence. “Hello, Charlie, go down to the lobby and get one of those groupies and send her to room 1008.” Herbie hung up. “Just wait, I’m putting a real hurtin’ on you when we get back to Cali, we’re christening that new apartment of yours.” And Herbie left the room. Steve went to take a quick cold shower. The groupies were in abundance, but he opted for a cold shower and sleep. Herbie didn’t take any time getting his release. After about 20 minutes the unmistakable sound of a bed knocking against a wall and a woman crying out.

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Steve rested a full 6 days at his mother’s house, after touring before moving into his new apartment. At his mother’s he was able to rest, and have her screen his calls, and eat the food he’d missed so much. She was happy to have her “baby” back even if it was temporary. The following Saturday he would move into his apartment, he couldn’t wait. He spent the next few days; furniture shopping and looking for other necessities needed for his new pad. He didn’t have a steady girlfriend at the time, but plenty of female friends, and sometimes more. He asked one of them to accompany him for a female POV. It was nice to point to what he liked and wanted, and then count out hundreds of dollars and not have to worry about where his next meal was coming from, or which bill to pay first and let another be late.

When Steve and his friend got back to his place, she helped him set up. Dishes in the cabinets; towels and bed linen in the linen closet, throw pillows on the floor, groceries in the fridge. His own place, no room mates, no crashing in someone else’s home. After his friend left, the first thing he did was turn on the stereo, popped on a record and crashed on the couch. He awoke to the needle stuck in the groove. He stretched; looked at the clock and was surprised that he was out for 2 hours. He went into the kitchen to prepare a light dinner. After eating he realized for the first time in a while he was bored. He wouldn’t be getting his motorcycle out of storage until the following day, and he would go riding for a few hours to clear his mind. He was missing Neal; his wife was back home and they were working on their marriage, and Neal didn’t need the distraction of Steve, and it was only a matter of time before Herbie reared his ugly head. Times like this he wished for the right woman in his life, his carefree sex, throwing caution to the wind days were getting monotonous, and making it easy for him to fall into temptations. He found his thoughts returning to the last night with Herbie, and how he “tortured” him, a slight smile crossed his face. He deserved it, he thought smugly. No sooner had he gotten comfortable again on the couch, his doorbell rang. No one other than Neal and Gregg knew where he lived. Steve hit the intercom button. “Who is it?” “Guess.” Came the reply. Steve hit the buzzer for his visitor.........