The Stranger Who Took Us to His Apartment

It was Friday and the university league had scheduled us for a game that afternoon on a fairly well-known court on the far side of the city. That was why I had to leave the faculty earlier than usual. To make matters worse, that day my motorcycle plate had a restriction, so I had to get around by public transportation like any other unlucky day.

We lost the match. Afterward we stayed a while in the sports complex cafeteria, chatting and killing time. When it was starting to get dark, I headed out with my teammate Andrés, who lives near my place, to catch the bus that would take us to the subway. We were walking along the avenue at an unhurried pace, still with our bags slung over our shoulders, when a high-end car braked beside us.

The man behind the wheel rolled down the window and greeted us confidently, as if he’d known us his whole life. He asked where we were headed. I told him to the subway, without mentioning that we had to take the bus first. He was an elegant, well-dressed gentleman, around his forties, with that kind of self-assurance money gives you.

—I’ll give you a ride, I’m heading that way —he said, and unlocked the doors.

I agreed at once. Andrés, on the other hand, hesitated and said we’d better take the bus, that he didn’t want to be a bother. I kept insisting until I convinced him, as I always do, and we got in. I sat in the front; he got in the back.

We introduced ourselves. He said his name was Ernesto, that he’d been at the court watching the game because on Fridays he left the office early. He had a measured voice, the kind that doesn’t need to be raised for you to hear it. A few blocks later, once we had already passed the turnoff to the subway, he made the invitation.

—Why don’t you come up to my apartment for a while? We can eat something, chat. It’s still early.

I knew perfectly well what his intentions were. I had already read them in the way he kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye at every traffic light. The only problem was Andrés. We were teammates, yes, but he didn’t know anything about my tastes, and I didn’t want him finding out like that, all at once. Even so, I agreed, and once again I convinced him too.

The building was in an upscale area, one of those with a doorman and plants at the entrance. The apartment was spacious, tastefully decorated, with two bedrooms and large windows overlooking the lit-up city. Ernesto told us to make ourselves comfortable, that we were at home.

That’s when I started my strategy.

—It’s brutally hot. Do you mind if I take off my shirt? —I asked, already with my fingers at the hem.

—Not at all, make yourself comfortable —he replied, and I noticed the way his eyes followed me when I took it off.

I stayed bare-chested, seated on the sofa. Ernesto brought us some beers and we started a polite conversation. Andrés mostly listened and answered only as much as necessary, watching us like someone who still couldn’t quite understand what was happening.

***

Now more relaxed, Ernesto said he owned a distribution company, that he’d been separated for two years and that his two children lived with their mother. That was why he lived alone. He spoke kindly, but I could tell he was restless, almost nervous. He looked at me with a desire he didn’t bother hiding, and I returned the look in kind. Every so often, as if by accident, his hand brushed my thigh.

It was crystal clear what he was after. I knew it from the moment he stopped the car. And I think Andrés was starting to suspect it too. But he was exactly the obstacle, what was stopping me from going further. We got along fine as teammates, but not well enough for me to risk that much. I had to be smart and patient.

Andrés is my age, with a pleasant face, fair skin, good height, abs and chest defined from all the training, strong legs. I’d seen him in the locker room more than once, unintentionally and intentionally: he’s well endowed. But to my surprise, it was Ernesto who started taking the lead. He began throwing out a series of questions to probe our intimacy.

—So, girlfriends? Either of you have one? —he asked, shifting his gaze between the two of us.

—Honestly, no —I answered—. I prefer to enjoy whatever comes along in the moment.

—I do have one somewhere —Andrés said—, but I’m not closed off to anything either. When you’re young, you’re always in the mood.

—That’s how I like it, enjoying life —Ernesto said—. I imagine girls are the only thing that catches your eye.

—I like people with experience more —I replied, weighing every word—. They’re not picky about anything. And you, with your nice car, your apartment, what do you prefer?

—Not everything is what it seems —he smiled—. But yes, I indulge myself. And honestly, I prefer them very young.

I noticed Andrés was moving in the same direction, that in every answer he slipped in a double meaning. This wasn’t going to be so hard after all. At some point Ernesto mentioned, almost offhand, how well he liked to reward someone who did him a favor. That’s when I saw the chance to get some money out of it, and I dropped the perfect comment.

—A young guy, even if he wants to, doesn’t have much to offer. We’re always short on cash.

—And that can be fixed —he said, holding my gaze—. Maybe something comes up for you two to do tonight. Something pleasurable, even.

—And what would that be? Just say it already —Andrés got bolder, no longer beating around the bush.

—I like boys, and you two are way too hot —he said at last—. I’d love to suck both of you off. The rest, whatever you want. And I, of course, will reward you well.

—Works for me —I replied.

—Same for me —Andrés added—. A blowjob never hurts.

***

Andrés, still seated, yanked down his track pants and boxers in one motion, revealing his already hard cock. I did the same. Ernesto knelt on the floor in front of him and took it into his mouth with such ease that there was no doubt: it wasn’t his first time sucking another man off.

I waited a bit in my chair. Andrés nodded for me to come closer. I obeyed, stood beside him, and offered my cock to Ernesto, who pulled his away from my friend and took mine into his mouth, alternating between the two with an eagerness that put me on edge right away.

Then my gaze met Andrés’s. I stroked his head with my left hand. In response, he reached for my ass and began squeezing it slowly. Neither of us said a word. No need.

While Ernesto kept focusing on my friend, Andrés pulled me toward him and, to my surprise, took my cock into his mouth and started sucking it. At the same time, Ernesto knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks and started licking me with his tongue. That feeling is one of the most intense I know, that blend of wetness and surrender that runs all the way down your spine.

Andrés definitely wasn’t a beginner. And by the way he looked at me, he’d wanted this with me for a long time. Ernesto, for his part, put all his experience at the service of the moment. They both had me right on the edge, so I had to pull away from their mouths before I came too soon.

Then it was Andrés’s turn. Ernesto latched onto his cock, lifted his legs high and licked his ass slowly. I took advantage of the moment, got behind Ernesto, spread his cheeks and shoved it in, fucking him hard while he asked me, voice breaking, to give it to him harder.

Andrés stood up, positioned himself in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard, feeling his legs tremble.

I pulled my cock out of Ernesto’s ass so Andrés could slide his in. He drove into him until he said he was about to finish. I sped up with my hand, and just as I was about to cum I shoved my cock into Ernesto’s mouth, and he swallowed everything without spilling a drop. At the same time, Andrés filled his ass and came with a long groan.

We stayed there a while catching our breath. Before we left, Ernesto gave each of us a good amount of money, just as he’d promised, and walked us to the door with the same elegance he’d welcomed us with.

***

In the car we ordered to get back, Andrés and I kept silent for a long time. We were both surprised by what had happened. In my case, I had never felt anything for him, and I hadn’t noticed anything from his side either. Not until that night. When we were already close, he was the first to speak.

—So who’s at your place now?

—Maybe my brother. My parents get off work late —I replied—. Wanna go there for a while?

—Yeah, I don’t want to go home yet.

Without mentioning what had happened, we went to my apartment. Tomás, my brother, was there. We spent some time with him, chatting about anything and everything. At one point I sent him a message on his phone, pretending not to.

—Brother, leave us alone, I’ve got plans with Andrés —I texted.

—Don’t worry, I’ll grab my stuff and head to training. Then you can tell me everything —he replied, with a smile he didn’t lift from the screen.

And that’s what happened. He packed his bag and left, leaving us alone. I broke the ice, because I also didn’t have much time before my parents got home.

—That was insane with that guy, wasn’t it?

—Insane, but it was amazing —Andrés said—. Had you been with other men before?

—Yeah. I’ve sucked and I’ve fucked. And you?

—Me too. I like women, but men suck dick way too well. And, let’s not pretend, I also like fucking them. Especially guys like you.

—What do you mean, guys like me?

—You know, manly, with a nice ass —he said, laughing.

—You like my ass?

—A lot.

***

I moved closer and touched his cock. He touched my ass, pulling down my shorts and boxers. I knelt and took him all the way into my mouth, feeling him hold my head with his hand. I took off his clothes and finished stripping off mine, leaving us both only in our team shirts.

After a while he put me on all fours to fuck me, but I knew I had to negotiate something in my favor.

—No, baby. If you want to fuck me, first you have to stimulate me properly.

—And how?

—Suck me. Use your tongue.

—I’ve never done that —he said, hesitating.

—That or nothing.

—Alright, fine.

I got on all fours on the sofa. He knelt on the floor, spread my ass cheeks and, somewhat cautiously at first, started giving me tongue. It was obvious he didn’t have much practice, but I enjoyed it anyway, especially because of how much eagerness he put into it. After a while he stood up, pressed the tip against my hole and started sliding it in slowly, until he was inside and began fucking me for real.

—You have such a hot ass —he said, gripping my waist.

—Fuck me hard, get it deep inside.

—You like it, don’t you?

—A lot. Give me all of it.

After a while I took him to my bedroom. I lay on my back, lifted my legs high and offered him my ass. He licked it again for a moment and then entered me once more, this time facing me, looking into my eyes. We stayed like that for a good while, him pounding me nonstop, until I felt him finish inside me. That was enough to make me cum too, all over my own chest.

—What a fucking amazing lay, baby —he said, collapsing beside me.

—Amazing —I answered, still breathless.

—This stays between us, right?

—Obviously. Strictly team business. But whenever you want, you know where to find me.

—Sure —he said, then added with a slight smile—: And Tomás? Your brother is pretty hot too.

—With him, keep it quiet. Better he doesn’t find out anything.

I lied, though that was already up to my brother. Andrés got dressed and left for his place. I fell asleep until my parents got home and, later, Tomás, whom I told everything about in painstaking detail. We agreed that, one of these days, we’d go visit Ernesto again. And why not Andrés too.