I smiled again, then typed my reply.
I am looking forward to our interview.
-M
I shut off my laptop and walked over to the window, stepping out onto my balcony. L.A. was beautiful at night, not quite as lively as Las Vegas, but it had its own flair, no doubt. My cock was still throbbing in my pants and no amount of breathing in fresh air seemed to be helping. I was going to have to handle this erection personally. I reached down, grabbing my dick and giving it a nice squeeze, and quaked a little from the pleasure. My libido was always in overdrive and I thought the only reason I didn’t get more aroused during the day was because of how much I trained.
Six days a week, twice a day between cardio, strength building, Muay Thai, Ju Jitsu, and Akido. My body was a well-oiled machine, but even after all of that, I still had energy to burn. I walked back into my hotel room, closing the balcony doors behind me. Instead of turning on a porno, I picked up one of Ringside’s magazines… the one with Aiden on the cover. His coming out story. I’d read it multiple times and jerked off to his pictures at least five times. It was actually my second copy, because I pretty much ruined the first issue with spunk.
I was taking better care of this one and held it away from me as I stroked my cock. I memorized the shape of his mouth and imagined those sexy lips sucking me down whole. My muscles flexed as I stroked my cock faster and harder. It didn’t take long for me to hit that moment and my mouth opened as my back arched. I tossed the magazine aside as my dick fired off its pent-up load all over the carpet, my thighs, and my hand. I quaked hard as I relished the pleasure of another release.
With the last drop oozing from my slit, I let go of my cock and just laid there on the sofa, spent… but not completely satisfied. No, I wanted the real thing, damn it… and I always went for what I wanted with extreme aggression and a take no prisoners attitude. That was why I was the undisputed champion. Oh yeah, I was really looking forward to our interview now. Ahhhh, Aiden…
Being away on vacation didn’t mean I wasn’t going to work out. I’d utilized the hotel gym for a few hours, working up a nice sweat, and I felt great afterward. Lunch was Tilapia, ribeye, and broccoli; after burning all those calories, I needed to refuel with a lot of protein and electrolytes. I called my brother and told him I was coming to L.A. tomorrow to visit him and the family. He, of course, was ecstatic and insisted that I stay with him in his guestroom, which I knew he would do. He also said he could pick me up from the airport. But since I was already in L.A., I told him not to trouble himself that much. That I’d take a cab. There was some debate on the necessity of a cab when he could just pick me up. It took reminding him of how much he hated the traffic at the airport to get him to give in. So, it was settled.
I looked at my watch, Aiden would be here in less than ten minutes. I was nervous, not going to lie. This was the first interview I’d ever had without Barry or Rupert there to guide me or even bail me out of it. Just one on one, like it was in the ring. I was dressed in what I normally wore when I was chilling. I felt it was best to keep the mood comfortable. So, black t-shirt and gray sweat pants it was. No socks or shoes. Being a MMA fighter, I was used to being barefoot a lot. I also did a quick breath check, all was good on that front.
I had already let the hotel reception personnel know that I was expecting a guest, and for them to simply give the reporter, Aiden James, my room info. The less hassle we had to go through, the better. I had also ordered a bit of room service in the form of a fruit platter and sangria, to which I was now munching on an apple slice as I waited. My heart began pounding the moment I heard a knock on my door.
I got up and walked over to it, peeping through the hole. It was Aiden. Okay, deep breath. I opened the door. “Hi,” I said, smiling. Damn, he was fine as hell, even dressed in a gray button down shirt with a black and gray sweater vest and black slacks. Still with the loafers. He had his bag with him that I figured had all of his tools of the trade.
He smiled up at me. “Hello, Macio,” he said, and his voice was as soothing as I’d remembered.
“Come in, please.” I stepped out of the way to give him room to enter. I also took advantage of the view and checked out his ass again. Oh yeah, nice and plump, just the way I loved them. “Ah, you can make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you, I will,” he said as he looked around my hotel. “Nice room.”
“Thanks, I like the view,” I said.
He turned and looked out of the balcony window and nodded. “It is a great view.” He turned back to me. “So, where do you feel comfortable doing it?”
“What?” I asked.
“The interview.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Umm, right here in the living room is good.” My mind went blank… or rather, straight to the gutter when he said, “Doing it.” Oh, right, he was here for an interview. I motioned to the sofa and chair, letting him chose which one he wanted.
He settled down on the chair and began pulling out his recorder and his notebook. I sat on the sofa, drawing one leg up and resting my arm on my knee as I watched him. He seemed a bit more anxious this time around than the last time. It was the total opposite of our first meeting. I was feeling antsier and he looked to be in control of his emotions. Now there was a reversal, I sensed it and I wondered if he did, too.
“I took the liberty of ordering some snacks and Sangria. You’re more than welcome to some,” I offered, hoping to make him feel more relaxed.
He looked at the fruit and wine and smiled. “Thank you.” He reached over, plucking a strawberry from the tray, and my eyes were glued to his lips as he took a bite out of the berry. When his tongue darted out to lap up the juices from the fruit, I felt my dick stir in my pants. It was fortunate that I had decided to put on my cup before he arrived. “It’s very good,” he said, paying compliments to the fruit.
“Yeah, it looked like it was good,” I flirted, and he looked up at me with a blank, yet curious expression. I should probably dial back my lust. “So, I’m ready when you are.”
“Right. Very good.” He finished off the berry, wiped his fingers clean, and then picked up his recorder. “Would you like to be in control of this again?”
I nodded and took the device from him.
“Okay, are there any questions that you answered in our first interview that you’d like to elaborate on?”
I thought back to some of the questions he’d asked and decided to be a little more forthcoming with my replies. “Sure.”
“Good. I’ll go over them and then move on to the ones unasked. Is that all right with you?” Aiden asked.
I nodded. “Sure.”
Again, he looked surprised. I guess I couldn’t blame him for being that way. I was way more relaxed and open to him now than I had been when we’d first met two weeks ago. But a lot had happened since then. A lot of lusting and fact-finding and did I mention lusting? Yeah… I wasn’t the same man I was then. I pushed play on the recorder and he fired away.
