Elijah - I like to play a game

It was 1987, my family had recently moved from a small town in Florida all the way across the country to San Deigo, California. I had turned 18 a few weeks after the move and was preparing to start classes at UCLA in the fall. I was all of 5’7” and 120 lbs soaking wet. My father was an immigrant from Cuba, my mother a former beauty queen from Georgia, I was a surprise to both of them. So were my two younger siblings.

My father had taken a new job managing a construction company based our of San Diego, my mother was able to transfer as a nurse to the local hospital. So us kids were uprooted from the only home we knew and promised a better life in California.

My younger siblings made instant friends with the neighbor kids. I had no such luck. None of the neighbors had kids my age. My mother suggested I get a summer job to make friends, so I started working at a local bar as a bus boy, and a barback, sometimes bartending when it was slow. They had raised the drinking age to 21 in most states by 1986, but it was not well enforced until 1988 in a lot of bars across the country, this was one of them. Especially since there were a lot of 17 and 18 year old recruits at Camp Pendleton, and you could not convince them that they had to be 18 to serve and 21 to drink.

I knew at a pretty young age that I wasn’t into girls, but in the 80s, the son of an immigrant, there was no chance I was going to come out. So I played the game, I would date a girl for a few dates, parade her around town, it earned me a reputation as a guy that got around but I much preferred that to a reputation as a queer.

By the time I turned 18 I had already been with a few guys, some rub and tugs, oral sex in cruisy bathrooms, let a few guys fuck me, but always with a condom. When your mother is a nurse in the 80s you hear horror stories and it’s burned into your brain to wear protection. Also, the gay community at that time was mostly through whispers, and you didn’t want people whispering that you would go bareback, that was a bad reputation for anyone.

One night I was working at the bar, it was slow so the bartender put me in charge and jumped to go meet up with his girlfriend. I was happy to take on the responsibility, I needed all the tips I could get to afford to eat once I started classes in the fall.

A group of marines came in, loud and obnoxious as usual. Most of them ordered beer, thankfully, one guy ordered a martini. I got the 5 beers and those guys walked away. I found my cheat sheet for a martini and started mixing it, the guy looked at me funny but said nothing. He took his drink and joined his friends.

The second round the guy ordered 5 more brooskies for the guys and an old fashioned for himself. I passed him the beer and then got my cheat sheet for the old fashioned which he came back for a few minutes later.

The third round was a little later, same guy a little tipsy. He was grinning at me. He had a nice big smile that made his eyes nearly disappear. His buzz cut wasn’t doing him any favors. His tight jeans and t-shirt did show off his defined body though.

“You’re not a regular bartender, are you?” He asked.

I started pouring the next round of beer, “what gave me away?”

He looked back at his friends, they were across the room playing darts and laughing, “well I’ve been here before and you’re certainly cuter than the regular bartender,” he winked.

I passed him the beer, unsure if he was serious or not. I hadn’t hooked up since I moved here and this guy was just my type.

“Jamie, get us a round of shots!” one of the guys yelled.

“No way, not after last time,” he yelled back.

He dropped the beer at the table for his friends and came back over. “Let me just get a rum and Coke,” he said.

I smiled, “I’m usually the busboy, or barback,” I poured his rum.

“Did you say you bareback?” He grinned.

I laughed, “barback,” I nearly shouted, “you know, I take care of the bartenders needs, make sure he has everything to make drinks.” I slid his drink over to him.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you take care of all his needs,” he whispered loud enough that it wasn’t subtle. I swear he licked his lips after.

I just smiled and shook my head. He winked at me again and went back to his friends.

I couldn’t help bud get a little turned on at just the thought of him being into me in more than a stupid flirtation. I went in the back to get more supplies and push my dick back down in my underwear.

I grabbed a couple stacks of clean glasses and made my way back to the bar. My marine friend was waiting for me.

“That was a quick one,” I said, assuming he was back for more drinks.

He laughed, “well, I wouldn’t mind a quick one, but I need to close my tab, I have a date,” he said and my heart sank a bit for no good reason.

“Oh, umm, yeah, just yours or the beer too?” I asked.

“Just mine, those guys are on their own,” he nodded towards the loud group of guys.

I tore off his check and handed it to him.

He dropped cash on the bar, “suppose my date doesn’t go well,” he started to say, then looked over his shoulder at his friends, “would you be around to barback for me?” he grinned, clearly proud of himself for his joke.

I smiled and shook my head no, “Last call is at midnight.” I scooped up his cash and put it in the till.

A short three hours went by, the marines left, very few new customers passed through. By 11 pm I only had a middle aged couple hiding in a booth, I'm pretty sure they were having an affair.

I had most of the bar cleaned and ready to close already, so when the door opened and Jamie walked back in, I had a feeling my night was going to get far less boring.

He sat at the corner of the bar. “This place is a tomb.”

I laughed, “yeah, not exactly a friday night. What can I get you?”

“You want to do a round of shots with me?” He asked.

I shrugged, “if you're buying.”

He slapped a twenty in the bar (worth a lot more in 1987) I set two shot glasses on the bar, grabbed a bottle of Jack and poured.

“Down the hatch,” Jamie said, holding his glass in the air.

We clinked glasses and I did my shot like a pro. He did the same.

“Another,” he slapped his hands on the bar.

We did another.

“I'm going to go check on my other customers,” i told him and slid him a water.

The others were fine and i went for a quick bathroom break before returning to the bar, where magically, the two shot glasses were refilled.

I laughed, “what's this?”

“These are on you,” he held his glass up.

I shrugged, cheers, swallowed it down with an audible gulp and we slammed our glasses down at the same time.

I took his glass and mine and washed it quickly. The adulterers came up and paid their tab. Leaving me alone with Jamie.

Feeling the shots start to kick in, i quickly counted the till and marked up my nightly paperwork for the boss. Locked the door locked the register and turned off the light.

Jamie finished his beer, looked me in the eyes and all he said was, “there's a pay by the hour motel not far from here.”

I felt the liquid courage kicking in hard. “What would we do there?”

He slid his empty glass to me to clean and put away, “we could play a game,” his grin so big his eyes looked closed.

“I like games,” I played along.

“Let's go…play,” he said, stagecoach and tucking in his bar stool.

Stupidly we got in his car and he drove us about ten minutes towards the highway. He pulled into a motel that I didn’t know existed, half the letters were out in the sign and it looked like the neon “no vacancy” sign was also half dead. Every other room had a light on and there were a half dozen cars in the parking lot.

He parked far from the office and I waited as he went in to get a key. Thankfully the alcohol in my system was keeping me calm, otherwise I probably would’ve ran away.

I saw him exit the office, spinning a key on his finger and waving to me to join him. He entered a room about three doors from the office. I took a look around to make sure no one noticed two guys going into the same room and then hurried in and locked the door behind me.

Jamie was instantly on me, kissing me with passion, and wow was he a good kisser. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me into him. I moaned instantly, feeling my bones turn to jello in his arms. He pulled me over to the bed and lay me on my back. He yanked my sneakers off quickly, then kicked his shoes off. I reached down and undid my jeans and let him pull them off, tossing them on the floor, my white briefs on full display. I slid backward on the bed until I hit the headboard.

Watching as Jamie pulled his shirt off, then stripped off his jeans. He climbed into bed wearing on his white briefs, his dick getting harder as he slid up between my legs, wrapping my legs around his waist so the pouch of his briefs rubbed against mine. He reached up and pulled my shirt up and off, my thin body wiggling on the bed. I couldn’t help but reach up and feel his well defined muscles and played with his dog tags. He leaned down and kissed me again, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, pulling him tight into my body, he moaned into my mouth as I grind my crotch into his.

He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down, my hard dick popped out and smacked my abs audibly. He slid my briefs off my ankle, then spread my legs wide as he eyed my 6” uncut dick. He smiled and started to stroke me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

He slid his briefs off, revealing a cut 8” and thick dick.

“No fucking way,” I laughed.

“You like it?” he gave it a few strokes and made it look more angry.

“It’s…it’s huge,” I said, forcing a smile.

He stroked it and then slid it up along my dick, dwarfing it in every way. He stretched my legs, then leaned in and kissed me. When he started kissing my neck I moaned and felt him sliding his dick up and down my crack. My hands explored his muscled back.

“You going to let me fuck you?” He whispered into my ear.

“Mmm, I don’t think I can, you’re way too big,” I told him.

“No, come on, you can take it,” he moaned kissing my neck some more and grinding his cock into my ass.

“Mmm, I can try, but please be gentle,” I told him.

He spit on his dick and started rubbing it on my hole, the head of his dick felt so good playing with my hole. It had been way too long. I felt him push, trying to get the head in.

“Woh, wait, do you have a condom?” I asked.

“Oh come on man, I’m not going to get you pregnant,” he said, still trying to push in.

“No way man, I never take it without a condom,” I was serious and he could tell.

He groaned and hopped off the bed, picking up his pants, he dug into all the pockets. “I don’t think I have one man,” he went through the pockets again, pulled out his wallet and looked inside then tossed it on the table. He climbed back on the bed between my legs, started stroking my hard dick. “I don’t have a condom.”

I looked at him, “then you can’t, we can’t,” I started to say, he leaned in and kissed me. His dog tags dangling on my chest, his dick sliding along my crack, I couldn’t help but moan.

He broke our kiss, “Don’t give me blue balls man,” he sat up, spit on his dick and rubbed the head on my hole, gently pushing.

“I’ve never done it without a condom,” I pushed on his abs, not hard enough to push him away but enough to get his attention.

“Don’t worry, it will feel so good,” he pushed a little harder and the head popped in.

My entire body tensed up, the sting was unbearable and I wanted to scream but there was no air in my lungs.

“Just breathe,” he said, keeping pressure on my hole.

“Fuck, it’s too big,” I groaned, pushing on his abs.

“It’s not, just relax and let me in,” he said gently as he slowly pushed a little deeper.

It was around this point that my brain flatlined, the hot bodied marine, the shots of Jack, all combined with not having had sex in a long time, my body needed this and started to let him push deeper inside me, his raw cock slowly stretching my hole, both of us groaning as he pushed in. It wasn’t until he bottomed out that I remembered the horror stories my mom would tell me about unprotected sex.

“Wait, wait, wait, we really can’t do this,” I tried again to form a coherent thought.

“Come on, you gotta let me fuck you, I need this,” he said, leaning in again to kiss me.

“But…umm,” he pulled halfway out and pushed all the way back in, “ungh…umm…safety,” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” he grind his dick deep inside me, “doesn’t that feel good?” He asked as if feeling good was my concern.

I moaned, “yeah, fuck, your dick feels so good,” and it really did, I felt myself already adjusting to his big dick and the pain was turning into pleasure as his precum lobed my hole.

He moaned, kissing me some more, slow stroking his dick in me, “good, open up, let me fuck you,” he kissed my neck and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tighter onto his dick.

“Ungh, ummm…ok, just pull out to cum, ok?” I managed to say.

He groaned, not stopping humping into me, “you don’t want my cum in you?”

“It’s not safe,” I groaned, wrapping my legs tighter around his back, pulling him deeper into me.

“It’ll feel so good though,” he started fucking me faster.

“Just pull out ok,” I groaned.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift motion. He spit on my hole and pushed deep into me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

I heard another couple on the other side of the wall, definitely a girl and a guy, fucking hard, she was screaming like she was being tortured as the bed frame slammed against the wall.

Jamie must have heard it too and he started pounding into me, making me moan in competition with the woman on the other side of the wall.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck me,” I heard my self moaning, pushing my ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah baby, you like it, you like getting fucked?” He moaned as he ground into me deep.

“Oh yeah, it feels so good,” I moaned into the pillow.

I felt him picking up the pace.

“Oh fuck your ass feels so good,” he was whispering as he lay back down on top of me, grabbing my shoulders and holding my body as he thrust as deep as possible with each stroke.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned with him, feeling him hit deeper with every thrust. I was in heaven, never had sex felt so good. His raw dick was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, I swear I was seeing stars, my head was swirling with the pleasure.

“So good, so tight,” he moaned, his legs straddling my ass as he humped even deeper into me.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Mmmhmmm,” he moaned in my ear and kissed my cheek with a few more thrusts, each one faster than the last.

My heart started racing, “are you going to pull out?”

He fucked me harder and deeper, “I like to play a game,” he moaned, “I’m going to fuck you until I’m as close as I can possibly be,” he moaned some more, “fuck you until I feel the cum leaving my balls,” he was breathing harder as he stroked me harder.

“And then you’ll pull out at the last second?” I questioned, still thrusting my ass back to meet his strokes.

“MmmHmmm,” he groaned.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” I moaned, he was hitting my prostate with ever thrust. I was grinding my hard dick into the bed sheets, making little circular motions so I could thrust my dick into the mattress at the same time he bottomed out in my hole. “I’m getting close,” I told him.

He started picking up the pace, shorter but deeper thrusts, “Mmm, me too baby, so close,” he moaned and kissed my neck. His hands slid down to my waist and he got a firm grip so he could really get in deep and maintain his rhythm. “Oh my God, I’m so close to cumming,” He moaned.

I thrust harder and felt my orgasm start to boil over, my ass clenching his big raw dick inside me, “I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

“Me too,” he said, thrusting deeper and faster.

I started to twitch, my ass clenching and being stretched by his dick, one more hit on my prostate and it sent me over the edge, “Oh…shit…,” I barely made a sound and my head pushed into his as I clenched even tighter on his dick and felt my orgasm start from inside my hole, into my balls and shoot out through my cock onto the mattress. One shot, then two, an fourth and then it started to dribble as Jamie fucked me into the mattress, holding tight on my hips.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned again, and I wated for him to pull out, as he thrust more and I clenched tighter around his dick as my orgasm slowly subsided. He gripped tighter, thrust deeper, “Oh God, I’m so close, I’m right there,” he moaned, and I still waited for him to pull out even though my ass thrust up to meet his thrusts. “I’m about to…ungh,” he groaned and thrust deep into me, his entire body clenched, pulling my shoulders so his dick was as deep as it could possibly be as his cock swelled inside me and I felt it twitch, then the warmth of the first blas of his cum hit deep inside me. “Oh shit, ungh,” he groand and moaned as another twitch and another wad of his load shot out inside me. He thrust two more times, more cum shooting inside me, deep inside me, “mmm,” he moaned holding me tight, his hips thrust deep and then a few short thrusts as my hole milked his cum and for the first time in my life I was being bread.

I just moaned with him, flexing my ass around his dick, my orgasm had subsided and his cum lubed my hole so every last thrust from his big dick felt so good inside me. He finally stopped cumming and thrusting and held his dick deep inside me as he caught his breath. He moaned whispered, “shit, sorry, I couldn’t pull out in time.”

I said nothing, there was nothing I could say. We just lay there, breathing heavy, my cum smearing into the mattress and my pubes, his cum leaking out of my hole as his dick went limp and slowly slid out. He rolled off of me and onto his back.

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, proud of himself.

“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, unable to speak.

He checked his watch. “I only paid for an hour, so we need to get dressed and get out,” he warned.

I popped my head up, “Oh, Ok.” I didn’t know what to say, this was my first time in a rent by the hour motel, so I just got up quickly. I went into the bathroom and used a wash rag to clean the cum off my stomach, dick, balls, and his cum off my hole. When I walked back into the room he was nearly dressed already.

“You have 3 minutes,” he tossed my white briefs at my face, “hurry up, I’ll meet you at the car and give you a ride home.” He walked out of the room, presumably to return the key. I quickly dressed and went out to his car.

The ride home was weird. We listened to the raido, I specifically remember hearing Steve Winwood’s “Higher Love” on and feeling Jamie’s cum leaking into my underwear. It was the best sex of my life up to that point.