Though careers and personal information didn’t matter one way or the other to Elroy because he would probably never see Ricky again after this night, he figured Ricky worked with his hands, in construction or something blue collar. When he squeezed Elroy’s chest muscles or caressed parts of Elroy’s body, Elroy could feel the hard, rough calluses on his palms. Each time those calluses touched the softest spots between Elroy’s legs he felt that same dirty thrill surge through his body again. Ricky was an aggressive lover who seemed to want to touch and squeeze everything. This highly charged feeling grew so strong at times Elroy had to concentrate on his breathing. He gasped more than once and found himself moaning louder than he normally would have with a strange man. But more than that, the plus side to being a versatile top man for Elroy was that he knew how to be a good top man in bed. From Elroy’s personal experience, Ricky did to Elroy exactly what Elroy would have done to someone else if he’d been the top man that night.
After what seemed like an unlimited stream of foreplay Elroy didn’t want to end, Ricky turned onto his back in the middle of the bed and spread his hairy legs. He grabbed the back of Elroy’s head and pushed it between his legs. Elroy inhaled his scent and closed his eyes. With both of Ricky’s hands on the back of his head, Elroy opened his mouth and buried them between Ricky’s legs. He sucked the deepest areas—his favorite part of a man’s body—inhaling his masculine scent each time he took a deep breath. When he finished doing this on the left side of Ricky’s groin, he went to right side and repeated what he’d just done. After that, he devoured everything else down there. Ricky had those low-hanging testicles: more than a mouthful.
At one point, right after Elroy released Ricky’s balls to take a deep breath, Ricky grabbed Elroy’s face with one hand and smacked his dick against Elroy’s cheek with the other. Ricky held his jaw with pressure; for a moment it hurt. But when Elroy realized the length of Ricky’s dick was longer than the side of his own face, he forgot all about the discomfort and opened his mouth.
He sucked until his neck hurt. His lips went numb and his heart pounded. Through all this, Elroy remained fully erect and on the verge of climax. Ricky remained on his back, with his hands pressed tightly to the sides of Ricky’s head, forcing Elroy to go down on him in the kind of aggressive way Elroy didn’t see often. Even Elroy wouldn’t have been that aggressive in bed. In the beginning, most guys were usually more careful; they treated Elroy with caution as if they were afraid that if they got too rough, he might reject them. But not Ricky. He didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Elroy had a feeling Ricky was the kind of guy who would have just finished himself off and been satisfied if Elroy had rejected him. Unlike so many others Elroy had met, he wasn’t a needy man. For some reason Elroy had not figured out—and he wasn’t sure if he ever would—that made the experience with Ricky even more compelling.
When Elroy finally sucked Ricky to the point of climax, Ricky grabbed the back of Elroy’s head and said, “Get down on your back and lift up your legs.” He made no attempt to suck Elroy’s dick, or to do anything else that would have been considered submissive in bed. He drew the line clearly without even saying a word.
Elroy learned a few things about being a better top man from Ricky. It was then, that very night in this hideous hotel room with the bad grandma furniture, when Elroy would realize good sex didn’t always have to be too emotional or involve true love. Oh, they don’t tell people that on TV shows or in the movies; it’s a secret they like to keep hidden and no one is really ever sure why. Although Elroy would have preferred to have been fucking Kyle in a dress that night instead of getting fucked by a big dark stranger named Ricky he’d just met at a bar, he had to be honest about his true feelings. He learned unemotional sex with a man like Ricky could rock his world almost as much as emotional sex with someone he truly cared about. Though it wasn’t as good, it was better than being alone.
Ricky put on a lubricated condom and Elroy lifted his legs. Before Ricky entered him, he glanced down between Elroy’s legs with his lips pursed and opened him up with two fingers. This was the only time that night Ricky moved with hesitation, probing with his fingers as if he were uncertain about what he was going to do next. He even stopped at one point. He’d just shoved his fingers as far into Elroy as he could get them and he looked into Elroy’s eyes. His eyebrows went up and he said, “You okay?”
By that time Elroy’s could barely hear him. His eyes were so far back in his head he could barely speak. He nodded and spoke in a wrecked, breathless voice. “I’m fine.”
Ricky removed his fingers and shoved a pillow under Elroy’s lower back. A second later, he grabbed Ricky’s ankles and mounted him slowly. They remained in this position for a long time. Ricky began with slow moves, but in time he bucked and moved so fast Elroy wondered if grandma’s old mahogany bed could stand all this abuse. It cracked and rocked and wobbled. Ricky seemed to have a reserve of energy most top men didn’t have, not even Elroy. He never grew tired, and he never seemed to have trouble finding a good position.
When handsome Ricky finally released Elroy’s ankles, he stopped for a moment and lowered his head to Elroy’s so they could kiss again. It was the position in which they would remain for the next hour: Ricky on top, making out and fucking at the same time. As a bottom, Elroy had always been agile in the sense that he could keep his legs up, bent at the knee, without experiencing any discomfort at all. From his personal experiences as a top, Elroy hated it when the bottom complained, or when the bottom seemed to be uncomfortable. This could ruin the moment entirely. He made sure that whenever he bottomed, he never made this mistake.
By the time Ricky came that night, he plunged into Elroy and remained motionless for a moment. He didn’t shudder, grunt, or vibrate. They were kissing at the time. Their tongues remained locked together and it felt as if Ricky had stopped breathing. This allowed Elroy enough time to reach under Ricky’s body and get himself off while Ricky was still deep inside him. And when this happened, Elroy’s legs went so far up in the air he thought he’d pulled a hamstring.
When Ricky’s body finally relaxed, he rested on top of Elroy and they kissed for a few more minutes. Elroy wrapped his legs around Ricky’s hips and locked his ankles together at the small of Ricky’s back. Although they weren’t in love with each other and Elroy knew deep down they never would be, it occurred to Elroy he’d discovered yet another level of emotion that night he hadn’t been aware of. That night he learned about the kind of sexual emotion that comes without pretense or judgment and can be as real as any other emotion a human being can experience.