This story is the second chapter in the series "Denver".
After we left the shower we went back to his room and talked for a little bit.
Really just getting to know each other. Judge each others personalities a little bit. We just agreed to spend time with each other at his house for several days.
From my perspective; I had just agreed to stay at a strangers house, in the largest metropolis I'd ever been too. I didn't want to ended up as a lamp shade.
From Frank's perspective; He just agreed to let a stranger stay at his house for a couple days, and didn't want to end up as a lamp shade either.
Frank was very nice. He wasn't like any of the men you meet in the country, where I'm from. I'm the kinda guy you meet in the country. I hunt, fish, herd cattle, mend and run barbed wire fences. I can cut trees down with a chain saw. Chop wood for the wood stove. I can drive a tractor, work on my own truck. I can shoe, saddle, train, and ride a horse. I rode steers, bulls, and I roped in the local rodeo. I don't wear wranglers, cowboy boots, or a cowboy hat. Just normal clothes, and no accent. I'm a rugged, thick skinned, shit talking country boy.
Frank on the other hand was, very city boy. His hair was brown and styled. He had both his ears pierced. He was college educated. He was a doctor that had his own practice. He had suits, and lived in an apartment. His hands were clearly manicured, eyebrows plucked. All his food probably came from a grocery store. The whole gay metrosexual package. He wasn't feminine. Just a normal well kept man that lived in the city.
While we were learning about each other. Frank would hit on me, and flirt with me.
"You chop wood out of necessity?! The only people in denver with wood stoves are rich people. I bet all of their wives would watch you chop wood. Maybe even their husbands. I would watch you chop wood all day.
He grabbed my wrist and felt the rough inner skin of my hand. Then pressed my hand to his body, then slid it down to his thigh before giving it back to me. So, that is what a real man's hand feels like. You're like a real man's man.
I was feeling like the pursued. Like I was a conquest maybe. It was arousing. It felt like he had a genuine interest in me. Not just sexually. Like a real interest in getting to know me. He asked questions about me. We had a meaningful conversations about wildlife conservation, and why hunting was necessary. We talked about gay rights in the south, the 2nd amendment, southern culture and everything in between.
I've never been in this situation with a man. I've only been in flings and relationships with women. He made me feel appreciated, and desired. Like how a women probably felt when I was on the pursuit.
"You don't really have an accent like the movies portray people from the south. But you do have a slight twang in your voice. Its really hot."
"Really? Everyone has always said I don't have an accent."
"HAHAHA! Maybe comparred to people where your from, but here in Denver you have an accent. You have said, Y'all several times, it's so funny. You also used it in reference to the gay community. As in y'all equals me and the entire gay community. It's really cute. Especially considering I was just inside you. You do realize that you are apart of the gay community now right?"
He was kinda wide eyed with this inquisitive look and smile. He leaned forward and put his hand on my thigh.
"Ummm? Yeah... I understand."
Then I kissed him. Not passionately. More like a slow take off to the destination. I puckered my lips and gave him a little peck on the mouth. Then leaned back a little.
He was grinning ear to ear and trying to hold back audible laughter. He chuckled a little.
I got a little embarrassed. A little self conscious. Probably red cheeks too.
"You are to cute" Then leaned forward, pressed his lips to mine then pushed his tongue right into my mouth. It was the kinda kiss that tells someone who is taking the lead. I was like a fresh batch of clay that he would sculpt, and nurture.
He put his hand on my chest with the indication that I lay back. He crawled on top of me kissed, and nibbled my neck. It felt so amazing. He was making my whole body tingle. Tiny electrodes of pleasure to my brain each time he put his mouth on me.
I had my legs wrapped around his body, and I could feel his cock laying on my ass cheek. I had one hand on the lower part of his neck and the other was on the middle of his back.
He moved lower running his tongue against my skin until he found my nipples. He flicked them with his tongue and then started sucking them. He was caressing my stomach and running his hand along my inner thigh. I thought a may cum from the way he touched me. He moved lower to my stomach then down between my legs kissing my inner thighs. I was so ready for him to suck my cock, but he didn't.
