The Wild Side

Jackson Cole took a deep breath and hit SEND. There, it was done. He'd done what he'd never dared to do before, and that was to take a chance. In truth, it was taking a step out onto the wild side.

It took only seconds for the reply.

Yes. I can't wait to meet you.

He felt butterflies as he read the short text over and over again.

I'll see you at the restaurant on the beach at seven.

Once he texted back, he realized that he'd forgotten to tell him the name of the restaurant. "Shit!" He cursed as he rapidly texted,

Margareta Joe's

.

I was wondering. There are at least twelve on this beach.

He texted back, and then added as smiley face.

Jackson looked at his profile again. The blonde, curly-haired youth was barely twenty-two. He was approaching thirty, and newly divorced too. His wife, Alice, had left him for some guy she'd met at work. In truth, he'd found it a relief. He'd never been in love with her. He had merely been in love with the idea of her, basically the fantasy of her that he'd concocted in his love-struck mind. The problem was that reality rarely, if ever, lived up to such fantasies. Yes, reality could be quite cruel, especially to the foolish.

But then again, he'd been living a fantasy for most of his life. That fantasy was about his own sexuality. Yes, he loved women, to a point. But when it got down to the nitty gritty of a relationship, the doubts, the fears, the insecurities...they all tanked it. His disastrous marriage had been a wake-up call. He realized that now. Yes, he loved women, but women weren't what his heart truly desired, hence this whole hook-up site that he'd recently joined. The Wild Side, as it was called, offered the perfect solution to his dilemma. He couldn't commit to anyone. He knew that now. He couldn't commit to a woman because of his wicked desires for men. He couldn't commit to men because of his insatiable need for feminine pleasure.

"So, screw the relationship thing, right?" He perused the rest of Lucas's profile. "The only way I can have both is to not have them at all, if that makes sense." He offered to an empty living room. "No commitments. Just sex. That's the way it has to be, right?" He then questioned aloud. "I just need to find people who are of the same philosophy."

According to the rules of the site, members couldn't exchange or post nudes. Everything was supposed to be above board in order to avoid any unnecessary legal drama, and as a way to provide a safe and secure system for everyone. However, there were ways around it. The participants could text their private emails or phone numbers to each other for such activities. So, far though, he hadn't suggested any of that to Lucas. They'd just started chatting a few days ago.

So, with trepidation, Jackson put down the phone. It was nearly five. The restaurant was only a half a mile down the beach from his condo, which he'd only bought last month following the divorce. He'd let Alice have the house. It was paid for, so what did he care? He wasn't obligated to pay anything more on it. He was an editor for an online publication, which meant he could work from anywhere. So, he left Atlanta for the sunny shores of Destin, Florida. He needed a complete reset, and joining this site was a part of that, in a sordidly twisted sort of way.

Jackson began rummaging through his closet. They both had agreed to keep it simple, beach clothes. They were meeting at a beach eatery after all. Although Lucas had never actually said it, beach clothes, meaning either a pair of shorts or swim trunks, a tee shirt, and simple footwear, were clothes that clearly revealed the body, but in a socially acceptable way. They were also easily removed too. So, in other words, they were going to simply take stock of each other's bodies at the restaurant before heading to either his place or back to the condo to fuck. That was the simple and crass way of saying it.

Standing before the mirror, he examined his nude form. He was completely shaved. He hated beards. His hair was longer than he liked, but there wasn't time for a haircut. He'd just have to let it do its natural thing tonight, which was to hang loosely about his face without a care in the world. He didn't have a lot of hair on his chest and stomach. It was mostly a fine fuzz that felt evocatively alluring as he ran his fingers through it. His stomach trembled. He was nervous about what he was going to do tonight. Lucas would be his first...well where men were concerned. He wondered if he liked hair. His pubes were quite thick.

"That's got to go." He told himself. "Even I don't like such a mess."

He then touch his cock and felt its softness, its limpness. Then a fearful thought entered his mind.

"

What if I'm too nervous tonight and it doesn't...it doesn't harden for him?

"

He pushed the horrid nightmare from his mind. He couldn't go there. He left the mirror and headed for the bathroom to trim the thick hair. He'd thought about shaving completely, all the way down to baby smooth skin. But then he thought that would be too much.

"What if he likes a little hair?" He posed as he grabbed the razer that he'd bought the other day at Walmart. It was one of those kind that were always advertised on television, the razors that were specifically designed for intimate areas of the body, parts that were super sensitive for normal razors. "What if he doesn't?"

He huffed from the indecision and forced himself to begin shaving anyway. By the time he was through, his scrotums and his inner thighs were baby smooth, leaving only a well-trimmed tuft of dark hair at the base of his cock. Perfect.

He showered and placed lotion on his shaved areas. Then he headed for the closet for the clothes he'd decided on. He grabbed a pair of shorts and a simple button-up shirt. He didn't bother with underwear. Since moving to hot and balmy Florida, he'd gotten used to not wearing any at all. Tonight, the shorts were loose enough to hide what needed to be hid. There was no need to freak out the patrons with an unwarranted show. Besides, the shirt concealed most of his crotch area anyway. It was one of those untucked shirts he'd gotten from the Tommy Bahama website.

With one more pass in front of the mirror, he was ready to meet Lucas. It was six-thirty by the time he walked up the wooden steps of the restaurant and faced a packed bar. He'd just hoped that Lucas had posted a real picture on his profile. The last thing he needed was to be catfished tonight.

"Jackson!"

He turned to the sound of he voice, which was barely audible through the loud music and the various football games being played on the large screens over the bar. There was Lucas. He was standing at the bar with a glass of beer in his hand.

"

Beer?

" He mused. "

He drinks beer?

"

"Hi!' He called out and nervously made his way towards him. An empty stool sat beside him and Lucas patted it with his hand.

There was no hugging. There was only nervous smiles from both as Jackson took his seat. "I didn't know what you liked." He told him apologetically.

"I drink about anything." He ordered another beer. He didn't necessarily like beer, but he was too anxious to really think through his options. Besides, he doubted they'd be here long enough to drink much of it.

"You excited?" He asked in his boyish way. "I am."

"Nervous." Jackosn chose a bit of honesty. "I'm new at this."

"Me too."

"I thought you'd been with other guys before?" Jackson retorted cautiously, all the while wondering if he should simply abort the whole thing. He'd wanted someone with experience, at least somewhat. He was so out of his element. "I mean.."

"I did my freshmen year." He admitted with a clear blushing of the cheeks. "I did it with my first roommate."

"You're in college, then?" He was a little stunned. He had not seen that on his profile...well unless he'd missed it.

"Senior year." He beamed. "I'm majoring in Chemistry."

"You'll do fine in that." That was all Jackson could think to say.

"I hope so." Lucas smiled.

It was a disarming smile, one that cut through Jackson's anxiety a bit. It was enough for him to cut his eyes downward to the young man's tightfitting shorts. He didn't mind showing off, or so he realized with heated fire now burning through him. He had to inhale a bit, for he could clearly see the profile of his cock. It was laying against his inner thigh. The head was almost to the hem of his shorts. That was how short they were. The rest was nothing but long, smooth, sun-kissed legs. He had to fight everything in him to keep from touching them. The shorts were blue and matched his white tee shirt that bore a blue design of some local band.

"You want to touch?"

"More than you know." He managed to say before he drained half his beer.

"Don't be shy." He winked. "Nobody will care. Most of those who surf the site meet up here. There's plenty of them here now."

Shocked, Jackson looked at him incredulously, which elicited a laugh from Lucas. "I didn't know this was that kind of place..."

"Kind of place?"

"Yea...you know..." He stumbled with his reply.

"You mean a hook-up place?" He grinned. "That's every bar, isn't it?" He mused.

Jackson smiled. "I suppose it is."

"Or are you worried about being seen touching another guy?" He said. "Or being touched." Lucas added as he ran his hand over Jackson's leg.

Jackson nearly leapt from the stool as Lucas' hand crept across it, bound for the him of his shorts and his inner thigh that lay beneath the fabric. "I guess..."

"Lying low, huh?" Lucas laughed. "Don't be. Nobody cares. Not here."

"Why not?" Jackson asked breathlessly.

"Look around. How many women you see here tonight?"

Jackson did look around and realized something he hadn't noticed upon entering. The couples. They were all men.

"It's gay night." He smiled.

"Gay night?"

"One of the owners is gay, and he wanted certain nights of the week for local homosexuals to come out and have a good time." He cast Jackson a quizzical look. "You didn't know that did you?"

"I don't come here that often. I just thought of a place for us to meet..."

"You're not even hungry, are you?"

The look that Lucas gave him made Jackson blush, and to become quite aroused as well. He was really glad he chose the shirt tonight. "No...not for food." He stammered.

"Figured." He smiled, but didn't withdraw his hand.

Jackson tensed as the tips of his fingers tickled his sack.

"You're place or mine?"

"Mine is across town."

"Then mine, I guess." Jackson said and finally Lucas pulled away as he stood up and left a couple of bills for their drinks.

The whole time they walked back to his condo Jackson felt his nerves return. The butterflies nearly made him nauseas. The beer wasn't settling all that well either. And yet, somehow, he managed to not vomit in the sand. He just prayed that it would all abate by the time they got there. He lived on the fifth floor and the elevator was agonizingly slow. The good thing was that they were alone. Lucas, of course, made the most of it. He pressed into Jackson and began kissing him, hard. Jackson was startled at first, but didn't fight him. It wasn't long before he was kissing him back, just as ravenously. He heard the ding of the elevator. It had stopped. He had a few neighbors who lived on the same floor, but most were not in residence at the moment. He was the only one of two who stayed year-round. Still, he broke up the intense make-out session just in case one was in the hallway, waiting to hop on.

"You have to relax, Jackson." He grinned. "Fucking is the easy part of this."

To his relief, the hallway was empty, and he quickly led Lucas down to his door. They had barely closed it behind them before Jackson lost all his inhibitions. He pushed Lucas against the door and kissed him, hard. He pressed his body against him as well and relished how it felt, how the warmth of the youth flooded into him, igniting the desire he had long held but had suppressed. Lucas was setting it free. He was finally able to be himself. He ravenously explored his body, feeling the slender, but firm body in all its alluring splendor. It just made it all unbearable. They were both fully aroused and their cocks were grinding against each other. Only the thin fabric of their shorts prevented it from being flesh on flesh. He lowered his hands down to his ass cheeks. The shorts were thin and tight enough to feel the enticing flesh beneath. The warmth was agonizingly inviting. Luca's hands had done much the same, but he'd slide his hands into his shorts and now gripped his naked cheeks. He squeezed them hard, even as his fingers playfully slipped into the forbidden places between. Jackson jerked as his finger found the delicate flesh of his anus.

"Now, we get to the heart of the matter." Lucas mused as their lips parted.

"Please..." Jackson breathed.

"Please, what?" He smiled.

"I need you." He hissed between kisses. "I need you now."

"So, you'll have me." He said as he pulled out and loosened his shorts.

Jackson trembled at the feel of his fingers as they brushed against his stomach for that brief second when Lucas unbuttoned them and then began to slowly, teasingly lower his zipper.

"No undies." He said as the tip of his cock poked through, pink and wet with pre-cum. "Nice." He whispered as he unveiled the rest of him.

Jackson quaked as Lucas began to caress his cock with his fingers, even as he pushed the shorts down his hips. It didn't take much to let them fall to the floor. At that point, he merely stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

"I'm going to enjoy this." Lucas told him as he moved and pushed Jackson against the door.

Jackson was sweating so profusely that he could feel it trickle down his back and down his ass. Even his legs were moist with it. The door was hard, but cool. It wouldn't be for long he knew. He met Lucas's eyes as they peered up at him for a brief second before locking in on his raging cock. He didn't even bother with foreplay. He instantly took the head into his mouth and began letting his tongue do its wicked work. Jackson writhed and moaned as he licked and suckled his head, yearning for the slick cum that was oozing out, coating his mouth and chin. He could smell the salty muskiness of it. The air was potent with it now.

"It's beautiful." He whispered as he briefly stopped to look up at him. He then kissed his stomach and then let his tongue trail little circles upon his warm, wet skin. He'd pushed up his shirt to explore his stomach. All the while he worked his cock, his hands exploring every inch.

Jackson unbuttoned the shirt and toss it on the floor. He was naked now, naked in front of his sexy, hot lover of the night. He closed his eyes and leaned even harder into the door. Lucas gripped him by the hips and worked his cock hard. He could feel himself nearing climax, and Lucas sensed it. He slowed, taking it deep till his head touched the back of his throat. He did this about three times, choking on each thrust. On the third, Jackson exploded, spewing his hot cum deep into Lucas' mouth.

He didn't withdraw. No. He kept swallowing his cock, desperate for more of what his lover could give. Cum ran down his cheeks. His mouth couldn't contain it all. He couldn't swallow it fast enough. He kept pumping him, milking his still hard cock for more. He worked him till Jackson was all but groaning, begging for him to stop, to release him. He did, finally. Jackson was near faint as Lucas stood up, examining the state that he'd gleefully put him in, and he showed no remorse either.

"Come, lover boy." He took Jackson's hand and led him to the couch. "You're going to have to clean this leather after this." He warned.

"I'll buy another." Jackson said as Lucas guided him to it and prompted him to lie down.

He did as he was instructed. Lucas bent over him and kissed him again, giving Jackson a good taste of himself. Jackson savored the saltiness of his own cum that seeped out of his lover's mouth. The kiss was hot and intense. Jackson began to push up his t-shirt, but Lucas playfully pushed his hand away.

"Not yet." He told him.

Lucas eased over him and began kissing face, his neck, his shoulders. All the while, he caressed his chest and then his stomach again. Lucas took his time, kissing and playfully licking his way down his body.

To Jackson, his tongue was hot and sent waves of ecstasy sweeping through him, which only elicited more moans and more writing. It got worse as his mouth passed over his groin, carefully avoiding his spent cock which lay partially aroused across his stomach. Lucas then eased across each thigh, making sure to taste every exquisite inch. He then worked his way past his nut sack and began exploring the tender flesh below it. Jackson shuddered and then squirmed as he inched his way to this anus, letting his tongue wickedly encircle it before finally pressing into its tight opening. He nearly leapt off the couch at that, but Lucas held him in place. His grip was firm at that point. No one had ever violated his sacred space like that. Not even Alice. He'd done her, but only after she'd driven him crazy by her begging. The thought of licking and tasting someone's anus had always repulsed him, but feeling it being done...it proved to be quite orgasmic, mind-blowingly so.

"Did you enjoy that?" Lucas leered up at him from between his parted legs.

He nodded. He had no words for what he was feeling. Lucas got up and kissed him again, letting him taste himself again. Jackson reached for his shorts. He could see the wet smudge on the front and that his cock poked through the thin, stretchy fabric, clearly yearning for his mouth. He didn't stop him. He actually helped him pulled them off, carefully sliding them down over his erection. Once they were on the floor, Lucas stood back and pulled his shirt off too. Completely naked now, he moved towards him.

To Jackson, he looked as perfect as he'd envisioned. Smooth, hairless skin, kissed by the sun's heavenly light. Even his cock was tanned, and that surprised him. Few men sunbathed in the nude. Some things should never be exposed like that. A sunburn would be unbearable. And yet, he was tanned. His youthful figure was perfect and caused great hunger in him. He wanted to taste every inch of him.

"Come here and lie down." He instructed Lucas.

"As you wish." He smiled and did as was told.

"I'm going to devour you." He growled, his voice surprisingly huskier than normal.

"I see the nervousness is gone now." Lucas observed and then proceeded to part his legs wide. To Jackson, it was an invitation to be consumed.

"I see what I want now. I see who I really am." He moved to hover over him. "I see who I really want to be." He whispered and then dove in to kiss him.

As Lucas had done him, he began to return the favor. He kissed his face, his neck, and his shoulders. He moved to his chest and playfully suckled each small nipple. He could feel his lover tremble with each brush of his lips and each caress of his tongue. He moved down to his stomach. There wasn't a hair on him and the smooth, sweaty skin tasted divine. The trembling became a hard shudder as he inched his way, quite teasingly so, down to his gorgeous cock. Like himself, Lucas was cut, and he helped himself to his swelling, pink head. Cum was seeping out, coating it in its clear slickness. It had already pooled on his stomach. He licked it all up and began to run his tongue up and down the length of it's warm, pulsating shaft. Not a hair graced his tongue, and it was wonderful, not that he would have minded hair. He thought some hair was sexy. But so was cleanly shaven cock too.

"Fuck it." He cursed to himself.

He couldn't wait. He'd never been known for his patience. He laid his head against his stomach and began to swallow his cock. He was starving for cum. He needed it like nothing else now. He swallowed it till he choked. And like before, it only took three slow, firm thrusts before Lucas exploded into his mouth. He choked on the salty creaminess, but that didn't stop him. He took it into his mouth again and kept working him, milking him for every delicious drop. He'd never tasted it before now, but he found it amazing. He cursed himself for doing this long ago.