Wrong

Luca, Atlanta, September 2023

I landed in Atlanta on a Wednesday night carrying two suitcases and a life that looked enviable from the outside but felt hollow once the door closed.

London was behind me, and Milan was waiting for me. Somewhere in between sat a twelve-year marriage that had slowly become something I no longer recognized. It was the oldest story in the world. Two people slowly drifting apart until one day one of them realizes he’s so used to being alone he almost forgets he’s married.

Atlanta was supposed to be a small recess. A month to work remotely before starting the next chapter of my life in Italy.

Instead, I spent my first night staring at the ceiling of a dirty Airbnb wondering how I’d somehow ended up alone in America with absolutely no idea what came next.

By Thursday early morning, it hit lunchtime in London so I took a break and found myself scrolling the fuck apps.

I wasn’t looking for love, wasn’t even sure I was looking for company. I wanted distraction, something warm and uncomplicated that might quiet the emptiness for a few hours.

Ben was late.

By 7:03 a.m., I’d already started chatting to somebody else and was preparing to move on. I’d come from London where we slot you in for a fuck between seven and eight, and if you’re late, we’ve moved on and you’ve lost your slot.

Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it and immediately understood why I’d waited.

He was even cuter than his photos. This shit just doesn’t happen.

I wouldn’t say he’d be a model, unless models look lost, apprehensive, maybe they’re about to run unless you grab their wrists and stop them.

He was all nervous energy and an awkward smile. For a moment, all the loneliness I’d dragged across the Atlantic seemed to loosen its grip on me.

Then he disappeared into my bathroom, and for forty-five minutes I cycled from horny, to concerned, to enraged.

I’d convinced myself he was doing drugs. I remember standing outside the door rehearsing exactly what I was going to say when he finally emerged. Fists clenching, trying not to gnash my teeth.

Then he opened it and burst into tears.

The blue socks I’d assumed were some kind of fashion statement turned out to be compression stockings. Underneath were bruises, welts, damaged skin, and legs that looked as though they’d spent years losing a battle with the rest of his body.

My irritation vanished instantly.

Standing there in the doorway, embarrassed and crying, he suddenly looked less like a hookup and more like somebody carrying far more than I could see. Wafts of warm air followed him, his face looked washed, and his eyes were a little red-tinged.

He walked to me, looking like he was holding back a lot, and said, “Do you want me to leave?”

I shook my head.

I’d arrived in Atlanta feeling numb, but Ben made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a while.

I put my arms around him, pulling him into a hug, which felt wrong, but also right. His face came alongside mine, and I felt his warmth against my body instantly, the way his breath caught, but then became part of mine. When Ben pulled his head back, studying my face but keeping his body pressed against me, I forgot who I was. The project manager part of me forgot that in eleven minutes, I was supposed to be in a meeting.

Those green eyes, still glassy, searched my face. His lips were soft. There was something disarming about him. He looked fit without looking like he’d ever set foot in a gym, like life had somehow shaped him instead.

I’ve had plenty of guys grab my waist, then bring their hands down to cup my cock, making sure they were getting exactly what they’d turned up for.

This guy didn’t. He kissed me like he needed it. Half the time he’d pull back just far enough to look at me before leaning straight back in. And if he didn’t, I would.

And that’s when it hit me. I was horny. But not for anyone, for him. Our lips touched, and from the second I felt his mouth on mine, it was game over.

He was as desperate as I was. I don’t know who pushed who, where our clothes went, and how we ended up on the bed naked without having tried.

It started with us lying down alongside one another, kissing, legs tangling, cocks grinding while we kissed.

Make no mistake, it was all about the kiss.

But my hands explored his skin, touching the back of his neck, traveling down his back and cupping his ass. I loved how smooth, cool and firm his ass was.

I pushed him onto his back, pressed my body into his, moving to suck on his neck, gently biting it, my cock throbbing along with his, every part of our skin touching.

We didn’t pause kissing for quite some time. It might even have been an hour. Every time one of us tried to say something, the conversation lasted about three seconds before we were kissing again. I just know that at some point, I realized there was so much sweat between us we might as well have been in a sauna. Even short, his hair was plastered to his scalp, and a sheen was all over his body. I had this compulsion to lick it, but I didn’t.

Then he grinned, and somehow that seemed like a perfectly good reason to kiss him again. When I went back, noticing how pink the skin around his mouth had become, he pushed me away. Then nearly choked when he spoke. His voice was so thin, he said, “do you think we can turn the air conditioning on?”

I laughed, then quickly nodded, and jumped off him. My body felt oddly disappointed having to part from him. But I found the remote, struggled with working out how to turn it on, then threw it to one side. I grabbed a towel, brought it to him and gently wiped him, then myself.

As I wiped sweat off him, he looked down at the towel, then at me, with slight amusement. It made me laugh, I had to kiss him again.

When he turned to me, those green eyes like little flames, and his hand came out so gently to grab me, I lay next to him, but then he got on top, and then we were back, lost in time, forgetting everything else.

Maybe an hour, maybe a week later, Ben paused, then moved me to one side, a half-laugh and half-grin as he apologized. “Sorry, super sweaty,” and slid next to me, his fingers moving straight to mine and linking with them.

Then, just as I leaned in for another kiss, he said, “do you want to go first? I don’t mind.”

I felt my eyebrows scrunch together, and I craned my head slightly. “What do you mean?”

He watched me for a few moments, like the question was obvious. I stared back, then lifted my shoulders and dropped them, and shook my head.

He exhaled, then shook his head like I was stupid and wasn’t getting the point.

“Who is fucking who first?”

I stared back for long enough that he looked even more confused.

“I’m a top,” I said, recalling our conversation and starting to vaguely recall something about how he was only versatile.

That discussion lasted a few minutes, and I remembered why I let him think I would consider letting him fuck me.

I’m sure I’d said that somebody had once tried putting a cock inside me and I’d managed to kick him out of a window for trying.

“Um…” I began.

Then Ben was back on top, kissing me, his fingers moving down to my balls, then reaching under me and circling my hole.

He paused, then whispered in a voice that begged to be defied, “I’ll go easy,” he said.

I hadn’t had a chance to explore his cock, and had only felt it, caught glimpses of it, but I already knew he wasn’t big. Just as I began to consider it, Ben spoke like he could read my mind. “Besides, you’re much bigger. So if you’re gonna put that thing in me, it’s only fair. I’ll go first.”

I swallowed, tried to play this over in my mind. He was right, we did have that conversation, but I never confirmed it. But as he lay on top of me, kissing me, the intimacy was something I hadn’t experienced with a random guy in a very long time. I had this desire to actually try it.

I reached down, grabbed his cock and felt it. It was smaller. If I was going to try being fucked, this was the perfect cock.

Ben asked me where the lube was, and I pushed him off, then went hunting through my suitcase for it.

I found it, then looked over to the bed, the way he watched me, propped up on an elbow.

Then he raised his eyebrows quickly, and I smiled.

I hurried back to the bed, threw him onto his back and kissed him again, still smiling, the urge to devour him even stronger.

By this point, I’d forgotten I was still working, my laptop in the other room having blinked off earlier, my colleagues wondering what happened to me.

Ben made his way back on top, smirking, his eyes never leaving mine, even as he dropped between my legs, tongue out like he was having to work hard to get where he wanted.

I gave in, spread my legs for him. “Ben, please… slowly. I haven’t been fucked in a long time.”

He grinned again, then nodded, but then shook his head. “I’ll go slow, don’t you worry about me!”

I laughed, then felt his cock press into me, and I tensed.

“The trick is, just relax. You keep fightin’ me, you make it worse for yourself.”

I nodded, and closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them.

I was about to do something I really wasn’t used to, but for some reason, my body did relax.

With plenty of lube, and even more patience, I felt him enter me. I sucked in breath, nearly ripped the sheets off the bed, but tried my best to not fight him.

Ben leaned forward, kissing me, which surprisingly worked better than the lube.

His cock slipped into me, a lot easier than I expected. I wasn’t even prepared for this, but one look into his eyes as we kissed, and I didn’t even care about that.

He was all the way inside me before I even had the chance to register it, my legs moving around him, to his tight butt, so smooth and so firm, our chests pressed together, his fingers linking with mine, like he needed the contact as much as I did.

This was the first time in my life I’d been fucked by a guy and enjoyed it. It wasn’t because the feeling of him made it great, but because the way his eyes rolled back, half-closed, his lips open slightly when he pulled away from my mouth. I’d lift up, my hands reaching behind his neck to bring him back, so I could lick his lips, suck his tongue, breathe him in completely.

For a while, as Ben fucked me, I forgot that I’d just got to Atlanta, and I’d woken up feeling lonely.

He shook his head a couple of times, and huffed with a small smile.

“What?” I asked him, searching his eyes.

He laughed. “So close. I really want to…”

I shook my head. “Oh no, that’s not the deal… you’ll need to ass up before you nut.”

He pulled out, shaking his head again, and I knew.

I pushed him onto his back, moved my hand down to his cock to check we were still good, and surprised to discover we were.

I grabbed the lube, rewarding him with my own cheeky grin. But then I had the urge to taste him, so I lifted his legs, moved down and licked his balls, then his hole.

His legs spread naturally, and I pushed my tongue inside him, tasting him, thrusting into him a few times while he sucked in breath loudly, then exhaled.

I moved back, lubing his hole with one hand, while I lubed my cock with the other.

“You go slow,” he began, nodding toward the window, “or you get kicked out of that.”

I paused for a moment, and realized they were my words I’d used earlier online.

I nodded. “I’ll go slow, don’t you worry about me!”

He didn’t laugh, but he watched me, lips pursed, body lying under me while I pressed my cock against his hole. Once the head was in, and he gasped, I leaned in to kiss him, holding myself up while I held it there.

Even while we kissed, he nodded for me to continue, and I let myself push in small amounts.

It was much easier to get into him than I’d expected, though as soon as my cock entered him over halfway, I could feel the way it throbbed, and the way he tightened around me. I had to pause, close my eyes so I didn’t cum too quickly.

“Everything okay?” I heard him ask me. I opened my eyes, and then nodded. “Yeah, just don’t want to cum too quick.”

The next time I kissed him, and pressed my body flat on top of him, he relaxed completely, his legs wrapping around my waist and holding me there as I pushed all the way into him.

His hands went to mine again, both of them, gripping my fingers, so our palms were flat together while we kissed.

We rode for a long time, lost in the moment, the kiss, the way our bodies felt together, with the gentle hum of the air conditioner cooling the room just enough so that the sweat wasn’t overwhelming.

He had light stubble, and I had a light beard, which caused a slight rash around both our mouths. I saw the pink around his mouth slowly darken, but I couldn’t stop.

Ben paused, then kissed my neck, holding me there while I was deep inside him, then he pulled away, made sure his eyes landed on mine before he said, “I like you a lot.”

I smiled, then said, “I like you a lot, too!”

My cock throbbed, threatened to release inside him.

He whispered next to my ear, which sent goosebumps all over my skin. “You can cum in me.”

I kissed him, nodding, trying to control my breathing.

It came without warning, and I leaned back, with my lips still on his, but slightly bent as I bucked into him.

He came between us, I could feel it, it squirted across both of our chests and even across onto the bedspread.

“God!” he said in a raspy voice.

“Fuck!” I said, a little louder, as I felt myself unload inside him.

We kept going, even after we’d both unloaded, both of us continuing to kiss, fingers still linked, and our bodies pressed together.

Long after we’d both cum, and while we felt it run off our bodies, I moved to the side, but pulled him into me and continued kissing him.

The kiss was familiar now, as was his body. He opened his eyes, half-dreamy, watching me, a smile in his eyes while our tongues moved together.

“What are your plans today?” I asked him, finally moving to one side, and fanning myself with my hand.

His hand reached down for my other hand, and he slipped his fingers in again.

That alone made my heart race.

“Um… well, I’m waiting on my boss. Once he messages me, I guess I’ll go in.”

I loved his accent, very southern.

I liked Ben a lot.

“Well, you can stay around here if you like. I’ve got to get back to work. Up to you,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too hopeful.

Ben nodded, kissing me again. “Can I get some water?”

I jumped up, but then paused. “Sure, but make yourself at home. Just don’t walk around behind me if I’m on a video call naked.”

A few hours later, after catching up on a lot of work, rescheduling the two meetings I’d missed, I finally threw my head back and exhaled.

When I went into the bedroom, Ben was asleep, naked, spread across my bed. I leaned against the doorway, and I watched him, my cock twitching, and something in my chest stirring.

I showered, made some food, then went into the bedroom a little while later.

Even when I snuck into bed next to him, and turned to him, my arms going around him to hold him, he didn’t wake.

But in his sleep, his hands reached for me and held me tight. Everything about him looked right, and everything I’d experienced felt right.

I noticed the second watch again when he rolled over, which I’d assumed was some kind of fitness tracker. Between that and the compression stockings, I figured he just had more health problems than most people his age.

I kissed his shoulder and fell asleep next to him.

It had never occurred to me to ask why Ben needed two watches.

Looking back, that probably should have been my first question.

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