Pick Up the Pieces

Chapter 7

Chapter 7John was able to rent out the studio apartment quicker this time. We’d had a cherry tree planted in front of the house right after we’d moved in, and it had leafed out and flowered nicely. A woman who said she was an artist moved into the apartment. Because of the hours we kept, we seldom saw her or the people who stayed in the first floor apartment, although I became acquainted with Delilah Carson, one of the girls, after we’d tricked together.

Delilah was a beautiful brunette. I was never sure what color her eyes were. She always wore different colored contacts that went with a variety of wigs.

The exec who requested her wanted a boy involved too, and I was free. I assumed he wanted to take turns f*****g us, having us go down on him, or maybe that he and I would double-d**k Delilah.

“Are you okay with that?” I asked her, a little nervous, because while a guy could take it, she was a woman.

She gave me an amused look. “Sure I am, Sweets. Don’t worry about me. I like s*x, and I’m good at it. And whatever he wants, he’ll pay us well for it.”

Delilah and I were still dressed when he got there. “Glad to see you haven’t started without me.” He wasn’t as young as I’d expected, in his late forties, maybe. He carried himself with military precision. Although the top of his skull was hairless and the sides were shaved, he wasn’t at all hard to look at. “You can strip now.”

We made a show of it, undressing each other. He seemed to enjoy it, if the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by.

“How do you want us, sugar?” Delilah sauntered to him and began undoing his tie.

“I’ll be in the middle.”

I blinked. “Uh…”

“You have a problem with that, Ace?” He sat on the bed and unlaced his shoes.

“His name is Sweetcheeks, sugar. He doesn’t have a problem, do you, Sweets?”

“No.” I swallowed. I’d never topped anyone before. What if I f****d up? My c**k didn’t seem worried, though. The exec had removed his shirt, revealing his chest, which was nicely muscled for his age and with a thatch of fur, contrasting with the sparse amount of hair on his head.

Delilah tore open a condom packet and came toward me, an extra sway in her hips. She knew he was watching us.

“You’ll do fine, baby,” she whispered and winked, then dropped to her knees. “Turn a bit, Sweets,” she ordered, and the john got a good view of her rolling the condom over my c**k with her lips. Then she rose and turned to him. “Your turn, sugar.”

He was naked now. Delilah tore open a foil packet and repeated the process.

“On your hands and knees,” he told her.

Her bed was large and square, a real passion pit. She adjusted some pillows, positioned herself gracefully on them, and glanced over her shoulder.

He turned to me. “Prepare me.”

I took the tube of Wet from the bedside table and squirted it on my fingers.

“Planning on doing something anytime soon, Ace?”

“Just letting it warm.”

He seemed surprised. “Thanks.” He parted Delilah’s legs. “Put my d**k into her. I won’t move until you’re in me.”

His c**k was hard, and even through the latex barrier, I could feel his heat. I licked the side of his neck and did as he’d instructed. Then I stroked my lubed fingers over his hole. He must have done this before, because he easily accepted two fingers. More lube to make sure he’d be comfortable, and then I started sliding into him.

“Burns,” he hissed. He spread his legs wider, pushed out his ass. “Give me more.” He braced his weight on one hand while he toyed with Delilah’s n*****s with the fingers of his other hand, and she made little happy sounds. “Keep going.”

He held still until I was buried balls-deep inside him, although shivers rippled the muscles of his back and his breath whined. I balanced myself by holding lightly to his hips. On my back stroke, he pulled back also, and on my forward stroke, he went forward. Delilah gave a ladylike little grunt as she accepted the weight of both of us.

It was exciting, but what was even more exciting was how it felt to f**k a man, so hot and so tight, and I thought the top of my head was going to explode in a million different directions. The bed creaked. Sweat poured off us. Somehow I held on until he groaned, and I managed to make it look as if I’d purposely timed myself to come when he did.

“Nice.” He petted Delilah’s flank, then reached behind and squeezed my ass. I withdrew from him, removed the condoms we wore, and cleaned us both off before I disposed of them. When I returned to the bedroom, it was to find two glasses of champagne on the bedside table. Delilah wasn’t there.

“I’ll…uh…I’ll just get dressed and be going.”

“Why? I paid for the afternoon, and I’m going to want you again.”

“I thought…The two glasses of champagne?”

“I don’t drink. Delilah’s getting me coffee.” He studied me through hooded eyes. “I’m not gay.”

“No.”

“I just like variety in my s*x life.”

“Yes.” I climbed on the bed beside him, careful not to touch him. He ran a palm over my chest, tugging gently on the n****e ring I wore, and I arched into his touch.

Paul and I had gotten our n*****s pierced the day after Christmas in 1992. Mine had been an early present for my eighteenth birthday—it sucked having a birthday so close to Christmas—but Paul might have been a little looped. For that matter, I was kind of fried myself. And although he’d cried as the needle pierced his left n****e, I hadn’t found it hurt very much when mine was done.

“Here you go, sugar.” Delilah came in with a cup of coffee.

While he drank his coffee, Delilah did things with a mouthful of champagne, and before long she had us both hard. She fastened a strap-on—a black leather harness with a large black dildo—around her hips, rolled on a condom, and lubed it up with languid strokes.

The exec growled at me, “I’m f*****g you this time.”

“Sure.” And once he was suited up, I got on my hands and knees.

As soon as Delilah was in him, he slammed into me. He f****d hard and fast, groaning as the big dildo f****d him in turn—Delilah didn’t spare him anything—but the previous encounter had taken some of the edge off, and he made it last, squeezing first the base of my c**k and then his again and again to stave off our climaxes.

The time after that, I f****d him again, while Delilah changed dildos and f****d me.

The last time was the original formation, Delilah on the bottom, the exec in the middle, me on top.

The afternoon had worn into the evening. My legs were like rubber, and I could barely walk to gather up my clothes. The exec grinned at me and slipped some folded bills into the front pocket of my trousers.

“It’s been a while, and you two have made it a pleasure. Thanks.” He tucked bills into the cleavage of the silk robe Delilah had put on and kissed her cheek.

“Sure thing, sugar.”

“I’m going to get some rest. I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow.” He limped into a spare bedroom, not bothering with his clothes.

“Thanks, Sweetcheeks.” She gave me my half of the fee.

“Anytime, Delilah.”

I went up the stairs, my own gait a little gimpy. I was going to feel this for a while, and I decided to take the night off.

The bills the exec had put in my pocket were a tip, and I took them out and counted them, giving a low whistle. I’d gotten good tips before, but this was equal to my fee.

I ran a tub and dumped half a box of Epsom salts into it before I settled into the water to soak out the worst of the aches.

I liked what I’d done, and that confused me. I reached for the phone extension we kept near the tub and called Tim, the one man I knew I could trust to give me the facts.

“I’ve always bottomed, Tim.”

“And you want to top again? I think…if things had been different for you, Sweets, I think you would have been a good top. You might find other johns who want to bottom. Remember what you like, and give it to them. I won’t say ‘try to give it to them.’ This is our business…your business,” he corrected himself, “and you’ll do a good job. Besides, it’s nice to have a change of pace.”

“Do you and Cris…” My mind boggled. Tim had been the quintessential top. He’d had men in authority coming to him, paying him to f**k them. Even one politician whose homophobic tirades got him reelected on a regular basis.

“Yeah. When Cris is in the mood to top, I let him. Why wouldn’t I? But we’re out of the business now, Sweets, and we can do what we want. You’ll have that too one day.”

“Yeah. Sure.” But I doubted it. “Thanks, Tim.”

I pushed it out of my mind, but the next time that exec was in town, he had Delilah call me, and the time after that as well. He had me wear dress whites and addressed me as Lieutenant Commander, while Delilah wore a Marine uniform, and he called her Lieutenant Colonel. For what he was paying us, we’d have gotten on all fours and barked like a dog.