Tony & Eddie

It was a Wednesday night sometime during the late months of 2002 back in Los Angeles when I sat down at my computer and wrote an erotic story based on an encounter I'd had with a guy in my office building. Even though we did not meet up and do the things I described in this story, the idea seemed...natural. Based on David Leavitt's 'The Term Paper Artist' I decided to use our real first names.

I was set. I had spent about a little over a hundred bucks on some porn DVDs and a bag of smoke. My weekend plans were basically to spend the next two days naked inside of my apartment, getting stoned and jerking off to porn movies. I wanted a little peace and solitude. I was horny, but did not feel like going through the motion of picking up tricks inside of bars. Besides, I haven’t had a good wank with a video in a long time. I was looking forward to my one-man orgy with an enthusiasm I had not felt in quite awhile.

I had just taken the first few tokes off of a joint after sliding a DVD into the player when my friend, Eric, called me.

“Hey, man, sorry this is last minute but I’m having a few people over for a small bash,” he told me.

“Sorry, dude. I have weekend plans with Colby Taylor and my right hand...”

“C’mon, Tony, I haven’t seen you since before your book tour. It will be small and quaint. Drop in for a couple of drinks before staining your sheets.”

I laughed. “Okay, soldier. What time?”

“Say in about a couple of hours.”

“Alright. Shall I bring anything?”

“Uh, no. I got all bases covered.”

I hung up the phone and looked over at the television screen. Some guy was kicking back in his bed, slowly stroking his long, thin cock.

Two hours, huh? I thought.

I looked down at my eight incher, growing hard. I figured I could get one pull in before going to Eric’s party. I took another hit off of the joint, exhaling the smoke and feeling the effects of my first hit. Pot always makes me horny. I relaxed back on my sofa, feeling the cool leather against my skin. A slight chill an down my back which made my body shiver a bit and added to the thrill of my excitement.

My cock throbbed. I took it into my hand watching the cute dark-haired guy masturbating on-screen, and cupped my heavy balls with my left hand. I kept in rhythm with the guy - matching him stroke for stroke until I yelped in pleasure and splattered my torso with hot cum. I kept jacking on my dick, playing with my load as I caught my breath and gave my sticky dick one last tug.

After smoking a cigarette, I cleaned up and took a nap. When I woke up, I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before driving over to Eric’s place.

Eric lived in a small two bedroom bungalow at the base of the Hollywood Hills. Vines grew on the side of the house and the front lawn was carefully manicured every other week by a pair of hunky gardeners. Eric made sure that they were scheduled to mow his lawn every other Saturday so that he could peek out of the window and watch as they worked. I’m pretty sure that he would stand by the windows in his tighty whities enthusiastically beating off as he fantasied about the gardeners taking advantage of him.

There was a small group of people standing around Eric’s living room. I knew most of them, greeting the familiar faces with a smile and idle chat as I maneuvered myself through the house. There was jazzy rock music playing, which gave the atmosphere a quiet and sexy tone I found inviting.

“There you are!” I heard Eric say, then looked up to see him headed towards me.

He embraced me warmly. I kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you came,” Eric said.

“Me too.”

Eric grabbed my hand and looked closely at them.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for hairs growing in your palms.”

“They should be there any minute now. I got one in before I came over.”

Eric giggled. “Pervert!”

“Where’s the food?”

“In the dining room. Grab a drink. I will talk at you later,” he said, marching off into another section of the house.

In the dining room, Eric had a buffet of shrimp, tiny crab cakes, little quiches and stuffed mushrooms laid out on the table. I threw a couple of the quiches in my mouth and chomped on them before going into the kitchen, where I knew the bar would be.

I ordered a scotch on the rocks from a handsome and skinny bartender that Eric probably lucked out in hiring on short notice. Sometimes, that’s how Hollywood works: on short notice. I put a dollar in the tip jar and turned to greet Janet and Hector, a straight couple who proudly proclaim their love of gay men and lesbians. Janet works as an assistant to my agent.

Hector and I talked about the upcoming football season. He predicted that the San Diego Chargers would make it to the Super Bowl as I still voiced my opinion about Los Angeles not having a football team. Janet and I did not talk shop, as we both hated to bring work to social events outside of the office. We both had agreed a long time ago that it would make our relationship common.

I excused myself to go out on the patio to have a cigarette. Hector wanted to join me, but Janet didn’t like him to smoke. I had thought that it was time for me to give up smoking myself and made a mental note to buy a supply of patches on Monday.

I still felt the effects of the joint I’d smoked earlier. My cock and balls tingled with a sexual calling as I thought about returning to my videos to stroke off a couple more loads.

I stepped out onto the patio which was lit with Japanese lanterns. The music had faded into a soft wave that felt airy and romantic in the warmth of the evening. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them up so that my eyes could adjust to the dim lighting.

I looked over and noticed that I wasn’t alone. It was a guy, standing with his back to me and smoking a cigarette. He obviously didn’t hear me when I walked out. I looked at his ass, looking more like two globes inside of a pair of Levi’s than a man’s ass. It looked familiar. I reached in my pocket for my lighter, which was probably still on the coffee table back at my apartment laying alongside the joints I had placed there.

I walked over to the guy.

“Do you have a light?” I asked.

He turned around. My heart started to beat fast, as I was shocked to see who was standing before me.

“You!” he said, a surprised expression spread across his face.

My stomach seemed to have flipped over a couple of times and my body shook a bit. I felt speechless for the first second or two.

“Eddie,” I said.

“You remembered my name?”

“Uh, yes,” I told him. 

There was a nervous tension between us for a moment. I decided then that I could just leave as I did a few years before or I could break the ice.

“Are you going to give me a light?” I asked.

Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a butane lighter. He flicked the switch, igniting a flame. I leaned in and lit my cigarette, then looked him in the eyes. My dick started to get hard.

“It’s been a long time,” I said.

“Yeah. The last time I saw you, you introduced yourself to me and ran off.”

I paused for a moment. “Yeah. I was quite the coward back then. Allow me to apologize.”

“What was the problem?”

“Um, why don’t’ you let me take you to dinner and I can explain.”

“Why can’t you tell me now? We’re here alone and I’m sure there’s plenty of time.”

Shit. I couldn’t get away from that one. “Okay. I was pretty fucked up. My heart had been broken, I’d been used and anything remotely close to any kind of intimacy was something I kept as far from me as possible.”

Eddie looked at me suspiciously.

He was still beautiful. Chestnut brown hair, deep brown eyes and probably about four inches shorter than me. I always thought he looked like he could be Brad Pitt’s little brother. And the way he looked at me proved it.

“Look, Eddie, I really am sorry. I was interested in you, but I was still broken up into a billion little pieces. I...I...”

“What? You what?” His voice did not sound angry or sarcastic. Rather, there was a curious sympathy that floated in his tone.

“I’m not sure if saying this will win me any points. I really dug you, man. I felt something that I couldn’t describe and it freaked me out.”

Eddie stood before me for a few seconds. My words seemed to hang in the air above us. He had the right to run past me and keep walking if he wanted to. Instead, he held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you again, Tony.”

I smiled. “Ah, you remembered my name.”

He smiled. My heart started to pound inside of my chest. My stomach did another flip when I took his hand in mine. My knees felt a little weak. I looked into his eyes, smiling as I felt my cock throb against my leg.

When we let go of each other, I took a sip of the scotch while still looking into his eyes - the most beautiful set of eyes I’d seen in my life.

“I read your book,” Eddie said.

“My book?”

“Tony & Eddie.”

“Ah, so, um, you understand...”

“Yes, I understand. I just wanted to hear it from you.”

I motioned for us to sit on the a chaise lounge on the other side of the patio. We sat and looked at each other. A conversation started to flow. He told me what he thought of my book while I sat terrified, as I had when it was published because I thought about the probability of him reading it before seeking me out with a summons for invasion of privacy and libel.

“I really liked it,” he told me. “I thought about you a lot after I read it.”

“Why didn’t you write or something? The publishers could have gotten a letter to me.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I guess I was scared, too.”

Before the publication of that first novel, I worked as a temp for a law firm. Eddie was a guy I’d see in the smoking area on my breaks. We would look at one another, neither of us brave enough to make the first move. I couldn’t. I had gone through a break-up and a few really bad flings which led to a desperate time in my life. I didn’t want anything to do with men for awhile. But the guy in the smoking area intrigued me. I could not stop thinking about him, even in my dreams he would be there. I found myself masturbating while thinking of him every morning before work and every afternoon after work. My heart raced with emotions that felt familiar but, also, was so foreign to me. There were feelings that I’d never even had for those who had come before Eddie. I just knew that whenever I was around this guy in the smoking area, my body would be flushed with weakness and my dick would get so hard that it felt like I had a piece of stone attached to my crotch.

One day, I gathered up enough strength to introduce myself to him - forcing the moment actually. It did not work out. Once I had shook his hand, I was overcome with a wave of thoughts that told me that I was going to get hurt again. I ran back to the offices of the law firm and stayed there until the end of the day.

I got out of working for the firm the next day, coming up with some inane excuse, and I never saw Eddie again. However, I could not stop thinking about him. No matter how hard I tried or how busy I tried to keep myself, he was always there. Those feelings stayed inside of me until I had put them in a book that had a happier ending than my obsession.

I wanted him. And, if my stiff dick was any notification of proof, I still wanted him after so many years had passed.

That night, Eddie and I had gotten to know each other. We talked for two or three hours, never replenishing our drinks. We were lost in our conversation. He was masculine, confident and easy to talk to. His sense of humor was keen and intelligent. His gestures were full of manly significance. He still worked at the office building where we had first encountered each other. He was an office manager for an advertising agency, loved basketball and romantic comedies and wrote poetry when the mood would meet with him. I moved closer to him, looking into those deep brown eyes that caused my dick to throb painfully.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, my question full of confidence than nervous stupor.

Eddie smiled slightly. “Yes.”

I leaned in closer until our lips met, brushing against each other. I kissed him. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I closed my eyes and my mind seemed to explode. Flashes of white light burst through the darkness of my shut eyelids and my heart seemed to have fallen into my abdomen. I pried open his lips with my tongue - feeling the warm moistness of his mouth - and found his tongue, tasting the sweet from the orange juice of the screwdriver he’d been drinking.

“You wanna get out of here?” I asked.

“And go where?”

“I have a bottle of sauvignon blanc back at my place.”

Eddie paused for a second. “Okay,” he said.

He followed me back to my place in West Hollywood. I kissed him again before opening the door to my apartment. My cock hadn’t gone down since I’d first saw him on the patio. My balls ached a little from sexual thrill. I did not want him to get the wrong idea: I wanted to be with him, but I also wanted to fuck him.

“You got some entertainment,” Eddie said.

I noticed that I had not put away the porn that I had bought earlier. “I had planned an evening alone until Eric called me to his party. Have a seat.”

Eddie sat down on the sofa, picking up one of the DVD holders and scanned it while i walked into the kitchen to uncork the bottle of wine.

“I’m glad that you aren’t shy. Not even about smoking pot,” Eddie said.

“I just don’t give a fuck what people have to say.”

I grabbed two glasses with the bottle of wine and walked back into the living room. Eddie had a joint to his lips, lighting it up with his butane lighter. I stood and watched him: impressed, enchanted and intrigued.

I moved to sit beside him. He blew out smoke and took another toke before offering the joint to me. I took a hit, held it for a moment then exhaled. I thought about putting on some music.

“What type of music do you like?” I asked.

“You’d better put on something a little somber,” Eddie told me.

I put a couple of Miles Davis compact discs into the stereo, rejoined Eddie on the sofa and took another hit of the joint. I poured wine into the glasses and lifted mine for a toast.

“To Eric,” I said.

Eddie blinked twice before he caught onto the meaning behind my toast. “To Eric,” he said.

We sipped a little of the wine. I looked at him before leaning in to kiss him again. It was soft at first, becoming more passionate as we slipped our arms around each other. I layed back and Eddie moved over me, his crotch grinding into mine. I felt the hardness of his cock in his jeans, rubbing against the lump I had for most of the night.

“I want you,” he said.

I pushed Eddie up off of me. He sat there, looking at me with a slight terror in his eyes as I stood up. Before he could say anything, I knelt in front of him. I unzipped his jeans. He was wearing briefs, stretched out as his erection strained against the fabric. I reached in. His dick was thick, about six inches in length and slightly curved. I bent down and kissed the smooth head, inhaling a pungent musk. My head was spinning.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around the ridge. Eddie moaned. I took all of him into my mouth until the head of his cock touched the back of my throat and my nose was buried in the bush of his pubic hair. His cock was silky on my tongue and I sucked softly. He placed a hand on the back of my head, caressing my scalp and my neck as I continued to suck on his thick pole.

I stopped sucking long enough to stand and take my clothes off. Eddie reached up and stroked my dick on one hand while his other hand played with my heavy sac. I exhaled a breath of air, shuddering from near-orgasm. I grabbed the hand that held my penis and kissed the fingers. Eddie stood up and removed his clothes, his cock bouncing as he moved and I watched. His body was not slender nor was it bulky. He was hairless, his smooth chest exhibiting a pair of tiny nipples that were hard and pointy. I caressed a nipple with my thumb when he moved closer to me. He closed his eyes and I heard a sigh of pleasure escape through his lips.

I took Eddie’s hand and guided him into the bedroom where he sat me on the bed, knelt down and began to suck on my rigid shaft. His tongue found it’s way down to my balls, licking the skin lightly. I opened my legs wider, lost in ecstasy. He swallowed my cock down his throat, gagging only once before the muscles of his throat relaxed. He deep throated me again, and I gasped from the sheer joy of watching his lips around the base of my cock.

I pulled him up to kiss him once more, his mouth sloppy with saliva and the first drops of my precum. I lightly pushed him face first onto the bed. I started to kiss his back, moving lower until I reached the crevice of his ass, when I pointed my tongue and licked him there a couple of times. He yelped.

I kneaded the firm mounds of his ass before opening them. And, there, I found his pucker. Rosy and inviting. I ran my tongue along the outer ridge before entering him, tasting a mixture of sweat and soap. When he called out my name, my cock twitched and I thought I would come.

I don’t know what came over me. I usually hate to rim, but I wanted Eddie in any and every way I could have him. I tongued his hot hole as if it were my final act as a living being - savoring him with every dip my tongue made into him.

I turned him over and looked into his eyes. Our cocks throbbed against each other. I moved in closer and felt the head of my dick stab at his balls. He jumped.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“It’s okay.”

I took a breath and slowly exhaled. “I want to make love to you, Eddie,” I said.

“Do you have condoms?”

“In the nightstand.”

Eddie reached over and took a condom out of the drawer along with a container of lube. He put the condom on me, squeezing the base of my prick to make sure I didn’t come too soon. Then he squeezed out the lube and slathered it over my covered cock. I took the container from him, squeezed out a few drops and a slipped finger into him. I found his prostate and pushed.

“Oh my...” he gasped.

I fingered his hole as he stroked my dick. We were both ready. I climbed over him, placing his legs over my shoulders. The head of my penis found the entrance of his hole. I grabbed myself and slowly entered him, gasping at the feel of his flesh surrounding me.

Eddie held his breath for a moment. I stopped inserting myself until he exhaled and completely relaxed. I eased the rest of my dick into him and stayed immobile for a couple of seconds, allowing him to get used to the full length of me deep inside of him. I looked into his eyes, loosing myself to him. My body shivered as a chill ran through my body. I started to move my hips, fucking him slow and easy at first. Then my thrusts became more urgent.

I took Eddie’s leg and raised it over my head, positioning him on his side so that I could drive deeper into his bowels. My cock felt harder as I pounded into him. I reached out, grabbed his dick and started to jack him off - staying in rhythm with my own thrusts.

“I’m going to come!” Eddie breathed.

I looked over and watched as his dick spurted strings of pearly cum across the comforter. Four quick bursts were followed by two or three weaker spurts that flowed over my fingers - hot and sticky.

I took my dick out of him, yanking the condom off, and shot all over his balls. I let go of my dick and it plopped on his balls. Our cum had mixed together when I pulled him close to me and tried not to let him see the tears in my eyes.

We came twice more that night. Eddie fucked me and I came, shooting cum up on his belly and all over my torso. When he reached for a towel, I stopped him. We held each other as semen dried on our bodies. Later, I told him that I wanted to see him jack off. I watched as he stroked on his cock beside me while I pumped my own hard shaft, spraying another load on his chest then kissing his balls as his cum splattered onto my face.

I held him for the rest of the night, feeling his warmth against me and listening to his even breathing. I felt his heartbeat against my arm. I kissed his earlobe, his neck and the back of his head. My dick began to get stiff as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, he told me that he had to go into the office in order to get some billing done.

“Do you want to come over later?” I asked.

He smiled. “Yes, I do.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said, watching his dress after he took a shower. I watched his soft cock as he moved about naked in my bedroom, making me hard all over again. Once he was dressed, I slipped him my phone number and kissed him on the lips. “I’ll make dinner,” I told him.

When he left, I laid there in bed feeling a glow inside my body. Without looking, I had found him again. It was crazy to think that I could be falling for him but, at the same time, it felt real. I could still smell him in my bedsheets, still feel his cum spraying on me. My dick was stiff.

My phone rang.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked.

“Thinking of you.”

“Are you playing with yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Leave it alone,” he teased.

“You’re asking the impossible.”

Suddenly, I felt that it was possible. I could be falling for him. Also, he could quite possibly be falling for me. Is that crazy or just fantasy wrapped in senselessness? I felt my heart stir and I knew that anything in the world was possible if only I kept myself open to the idea.