Ben carried his phone into the bedroom so he could check his nightstand for condoms and lube, then he sat on the edge of his mattress, and started to scroll. There wasn’t really anyone who interested him and he was just about ready to call it a night when a direct message pinged into his chat box.
“Original,” he muttered to himself, swiping to the guy’s profile and checking the user name. “TM45968. Whatever that stands for.”
The man was attractive, even though he definitely didn’t know his angles and had no idea how to take a flattering selfie. He looked a little older and he had a definite dad bod with a soft layer of skin that wrapped his stomach and puffed out over the top of his jeans. It was a shirtless picture and the man was tanned, with a sparse patch of salt and pepper hair that covered his chest, matched with a darker happy trail that disappeared into his pants.
You up?the message asked.
Ben frowned down at his flaccid cock between his legs and answered,Not yet, but I could be.
He was rewarded with a smile and three flickering dots, indicating the user was typing a longer message. Ben could tell the guy was close, his location showing up less than a mile away on the app tracker, which would prove extremely useful if the rest of the conversation went well.
TM45968:You’re cute. Hot, actually.
BenO22:You are too.
TM45968:You’re close.
BenO22:To you, yeah.
TM45968:Can I ask your name?
BenO22:Ben, obviously :) - what about you?
TM45968:Thomas.
BenO22:I can host. I’m neg and DDF.
TM45968:DDF? Sorry, I’m a little old and don’t know all the slang.
BenO22:Disease and drug free.
TM45968:Oh, God, that’s embarrassing, so am I. So am I.
BenO22:Good. That’s fine. I use condoms anyway. Do you want to come over? I’m not looking for anything serious. Just feeling lonely tonight.
TM45968:Do you bottom?
BenO22:I can. If you give me half an hour.
TM45968:What’s your address?
Ben sent Thomas his address and tossed his phone onto the bed without a second thought. He stripped on his way to the bathroom, turning the water in the shower to room temperature so he could get himself cleaned out. It took two tries for the water to run clear and he knew eating that entire Valentine’s meal on his own had been a bad idea. If only he had the foresight…but he rinsed a third time just to be safe, holding the water in until his stomach cramped from the fullness.
After he finished, he switched the water to his normal shower head and gave himself a quick wash, paying extra attention, of course, to his ass and balls. He had the feeling whatever Thomas was after would be very wham bam, thank you, ma’am, for lack of a better term, but he still wanted to make sure he was clean and ready.
Ben’s cock began to harden while he dried off, thinking about how long it had been since he’d bottomed. Cody preferred to bottom, and by prefer, it was the only thing he ever did. It didn’t bother Ben, even though he did appreciate the variety of a versatile relationship when it presented itself. He thought back and realized it must have been at least six months since he’d been with a partner willing to top.
A spark of fear-laced anticipation ran up the length of his spine. There was always a little worry before he bottomed. For as long as he’d been active with men, the way Ben loved and loathed the stretching burn of penetration had never quite worn off. His dick leaked against his hand, and he stepped into a pair of black shorts that did nothing to hide the way his erection tented the fabric. Ben pulled on a clean white undershirt, tore a condom off the strip in his nightstand and tossed it on the pillow. Then… he waited.
Half an hour on the dot after their last message, someone knocked at his door. Ben found himself faced with a brief fight-or-flight moment when he thought it might be Cody there, but a look through the peephole showed it was Thomas. At least, he assumed it was Thomas. The man didn’t have any pictures on the profile that showed his face, but the body type looked right.
He pulled open the door, dragging in a strong whiff of Thomas’s cedar-smelling cologne as he did.
“Are you Thomas?” he asked.
“You’re Ben.” Thomas’s voice was a rumbling baritone that did nothing to quell the way Ben’s cock throbbed in his shorts.
“Come in.” He stepped out of the way and closed the door after Thomas joined him inside. The man was older, like Ben had guessed, but that wasn’t a problem. Ben appreciated a little seasoned experience now and then. And Thomas was handsome, classically and in every other way imaginable.
