Lured (Straight Taste Book 3) Page 2

  "Do you have a spare lock I can borrow?" I asked, noticing the banks of lockers and not wanting to take a chance on having my clothes and wallet stolen.

  "You don't need one," he answered. "You'll see."

  Leo led me past the large general showering area. It was covered in black tiles on the floors and walls. The only color was from the chrome fixtures, providing an optical illusion that the water jetting out of the shower heads appeared to be metallic silver. I counted ten men showering. All were completely nude, except for flip flop sandals to protect their feet from the floor, and minding their own business. Several were quite attractive, others less so, but I had only seconds to glance at them before Leo and I arrived at the aisle containing the private shower rooms. Some were marked as being in use, according to the electronic signs above the doorways. We stopped in front of the door of the first one that was vacant.

  "Insert it slowly and turn the handle when you see the green light," Leo said, handing me the thirteen dollar ticket, which was a plastic card with a digital code, similar to a key used in modern hotel rooms. "Slower," he said, after I tried the card and failed to trigger the green light. "Are you nervous?"

  "I haven't done this before," I answered, ready to confess I was indeed anxious about this whole experience.

  I managed to get the door open. The spacious room had slate floors, stone walls, and a pristine mirror without a single smudge. The scent indicated it had recently been fully cleaned, including the chair and changing bench in front of the mirror. Around a curved wall was a toilet in a room the size of a tiny closet, as well as a walk-in shower. A clean body towel, hand towel, and wash cloth rested in a pile on a ledge. An array of grooming products, all in teensy bottles designed to be used just once, lined across the counter by the sink, including deodorant, shampoo and conditioner, body lotion, shaving cream, aftershave, and body gel.

  Leo did not enter. He bent toward my ear and whispered. "They police these rooms. Only one person allowed at a time. So give me a couple of minutes and then crack the door so I can sneak inside." He winked and patted me on the arm. He then turned away and headed back toward the lockers.

  For several moments I stood still and wondered why Leo had given me the more expensive ticket. No doubt it, he was a pro at this. Whatever this was. It made sense that he wanted to save some money, get me in the private room, and then he could employ his wily ways to join me. Before arriving to me, I imagined he would put his clothes in a locker and shower in the general area with the other men. For a second or two I worried he might cruise one of the handsome men out there and change his mind about being with me.

  What could I do? Nothing, except enjoy a piping hot shower and follow his directions. If Leo showed up, good. If he didn't, I hadn't done anything wrong.

  After I undressed, I smelled the grooming products, selected a few of them, and carried them to the shower. The walk-in design was intended to satisfy the needs of people who either wanted an overhead shower or a shower head extending from the wall, like most showers do in homes and apartments. I cranked them both on and watched the steam dance and sway and fill the small room with blissful heat.

  I stood under the jets, adjusted them to the most comfortable settings, and closed my eyes. I dashed to the door of the private shower room and opened it faintly, put the wash cloth between the lock and the door frame so Leo could push it open, and returned to the steam shower.

  At least ten or fifteen minutes passed. I had washed my hair and body, rinsed, and let the streams of water smash against my face. I no longer worried if he had changed his mind or found someone else. However, when I thought of the glimpses I had stolen of the men in the general shower area, I hardened, getting so stiff my erection arched upward.

  Suddenly, I felt hands squeezing my butt cheeks. It was my first indication Leo had joined me inside the private shower room. I had not heard or seen him enter.

  Let me stop for a quick note about my buttocks. I had been told by others in the past that my ass was perky and enticing, especially considering the thin frame of my body. That Leo touched me there, before anywhere else, gave me a nudge of validation.

  "The shower attendant wouldn't take his eyes off of me," Leo complained. "I thought he would never leave me alone."

  "But you made it," I said.

  Leo pressed the front of his body against my backside and I could feel his manhood, partially engorged, hanging down between my butt cheeks. "Yeah, I finally snuck away."

  "Will he catch us?" It was hard to speak with the streams of water bombarding my mouth.

  "Nah, he doesn't know which room I crept into."

  I thought for a moment about dashing to the door to make sure Leo had fully shut and locked it. The last thing I wanted was the humiliation of being caught by a truck stop employee. Could I get arrested for this, I wondered.

  My attention returned to Leo when he took me by the shoulders and spun me around to face him. As he rinsed his hair, I enjoyed a close look at him. Leo seemed to have the body of an athlete, perhaps a soccer player. He was fit and carried almost no body fat. His musculature appeared natural and moderate, with no signs of steroids or other artificial enhancements. Leo's chest was mostly hairless, except for tufts of dark hair around his nipples and a line—what once was known as a "treasure trail"—from his belly button to his pubic hair. His dick dramatically curved to the left, skinny but with impressive length. Dark and hairy testicles hung below. Leo's feet had high arches and faint patches of hair on the toes.

  I looked up and Leo was staring at me. A river flowed from the bottom tip of his goatee, where the water drained down from his face. He seemed to be waiting.

  "What do you like?" I asked.

  "Service," he answered.

  I hesitated, expecting something more. Instead of speaking, Leo put the palms of his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. We shifted our bodies so that the shower jets hit his back and I wasn't deluged with water. Leo pressed his hips forward, toward my mouth, and the crown of his penis poked against my lips. He flexed his fists at his side when he finally entered my mouth. "There you go," he hummed. "Show me what you can do."

  I laughed at his daring words, but Leo was stuffed inside my mouth and he could only hear me choke for a few seconds. His fists continued flexing and gradually that did not seem so menacing. I began to understand that it was his way of reacting to his pleasure. Eventually, I became mesmerized by the unique way his curved shaped thrust into my mouth. I liked his earthy taste and masculinity.

  When I had Leo on the edge of a climax, he pulled out of my mouth and held his dick up against his abdomen, inviting me to caress his balls. My tongue explored every angle of their shape and I tickled the hairs, causing him to moan.

  "Put them in your mouth," he said. I opened my lips wide and squeezed one of his testicles inside. "Both of them," Leo reminded me. "Please."

  My jaw ached from stretching to its limit, but I persevered and managed to get Leo's full scrotum in my mouth. He began furiously stroking himself. "Keep them inside," he pleaded with me. "Don't let go." I grabbed his legs with my hands and held tight. Leo's face contorted with ecstasy and I knew I just had to hang on for a bit longer. He groaned deep, guttural noises and sprayed loads onto my forehead and wet scalp. With his last spasm, he withdrew from me, looked down, and smiled at the mess he had made. I leaned toward the streams of shower water to clean off, but Leo stopped me with his hand.

  "I want to watch it drip away," he said, bending down and putting his face close to mine.

  I couldn't help but chuckle, though I did as he requested and held still, while his seed oozed down and fell onto my chest.

  "You loved it," he said.

  Instead of replying, I stood up and put my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing him and encouraging him down to his knees. "Your turn," I said, when he made no cooperating movement.

  Leo shook his head, but maintained a good-natured expression on his face. "Nah, buddy. I'm straigh
t."

  "What?"

  "I'll watch you if you want, but that's about all I can do."

  "You're straight?"

  "You knew it all along," he said, grinning at me like I was pretending to be confused.

  "So that's it?" I asked.

  "I better dash out before I get caught. I don't know for sure, but I think the hour is about up."

  "All right. You can go on ahead. I don't want us to get busted."

  Leo stepped closer. "Get yourself off real quick while looking at me. How fast can you come?"

  I backed away and rinsed his residue off of me. "I'm fine, Leo. Go on ahead."

  He patted me on my arm, I closed my eyes, and he was gone.

  Chapter 5

  By the time I left the private shower I was refreshed with body lotion and facial cream. Though I didn't shave, I applied aftershave to my neck and upper chest and fancied the scent and sensation on my skin.

  I fully dressed, grabbed the ticket card, and opened the door. A tall man with broad shoulders and a shaved head blocked my way out. He wore a dark grey janitor uniform with a white undershirt. His brawny arms were folded across his chest and he glowered, looking down his beaked nose at me. I guessed him to be about forty years of age, maybe a bit younger, and he would have been incredibly attractive in a rugged sort of way if not bearing such an angry countenance.

  "Who else is in there?" he asked. His tone was demanding, hinting at disgust.

  "I'm alone." My voice squeaked. I couldn't remember the last time someone had talked to me like that.

  "Move aside."

  He entered the room, peered around the bend into the shower and toilet areas, and grunted.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  "A mistake." He offered his hand, which I shook limply, caught off guard by his sudden change in disposition. I read the plastic name badge pinned on the left side of his uniform over his chest. "Tom," it read. He put his hands on his hips and glanced down at me with less revulsion. "Sorry to disturb you."

  "Am I free to go?"

  "Of course. Goodnight."

  Flushed with some shame, even though I had technically not been caught by Tom, I swiftly left the building. I started to cross the parking lot to head home when someone tugged my arm. It was Leo, and once again, he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

  "Slow down, tiger," he said.

  "Why?"

  "I want to make sure you're okay."

  "I am."

  He handed me a cup with a lid, hot to the touch. "It's hot chocolate," he said. "I just bought it, so be careful not to burn your tongue." I noticed half of the drink was already gone. "Do you have a second to talk?"

  "In your truck?"

  "Nah, we can't do it there. Too many people watching my rig."

  "Thanks for the hot chocolate, but I am think I need to get home."

  "To a place without power?"

  "It might be fixed by now."

  "Come here, just for a second," he requested, walking out of the glare of the lights shining down from the building roof.

  I followed him to the corner of the building. Leo tenderly rested the back of his hand against my cheek.

  "Not here," I said, feeling exposed, even though we were in a dark area and nobody else was in sight.

  "I'll be back in a week. Will you meet me again?"

  "I don't know."

  "Please." His hand stroked my ear and neck. I still felt drawn to Leo. Those irresistible eyes.

  "I'm not keen on doing that shower thing again. We almost got caught."

  "Promise to meet me and I'll think of something. What do you say, Kieran?"

  "What day are you back? Saturday or Sunday?"

  "Sunday. Meet me in the coffee shop after lunch. Two o'clock."

  "Gosh. I don't know."

  "Come on, Kieran. Give me another go. Pretty please?"

  "I'll meet you then. No guarantees though. It might just be for coffee."

  "Fair enough." Leo hugged me and turned to go to his truck. "Don't forget about me."

  Chapter 6

  I drove home to the duplex Monday evening after work. There were about two hours of daylight left before sundown. The roads had mostly been cleared of debris. I parked and noticed Andrew on a stepladder in front of my porch, near a new wooden railing ascending alongside the four steps up to the house entrance. Andrew hammered a nail, unaware of my presence until I stood right next to his ladder.

  "This is about as good as new," he said, glimpsing me behind him as he finished repairing the storm damage to my screened-in porch. "Almost fixed."

  "I appreciate this, Andrew. You also made the new railing?"

  "Yeah. It was a breeze. Happy to help."

  Andrew's hair appeared either dark blond or brown depending on whether it was struck by the sun or covered in shadow. His work jeans, a painter's style with numerous pockets, fit his slender body well. They were covered in blotches of oil, paint, and whatever else smeared against them while he worked on his car or other projects. A black windbreaker-style jacket was snug against his upper body.

  We talked about his broken bedroom window. He had replaced it earlier in the day and then spent the rest of the afternoon on the railing and my porch screen.

  "Any other damage?" Andrew asked me, climbing off the ladder and putting the hammer through a denim loop on the side of his jeans.

  "Just the power," I answered. "I froze last night. Do we have electricity yet?"

  "Not yet. I heard on the radio it may take another day or two for the power company to restore all of the affected neighborhoods."

  "Damn."

  "You have someplace you can go?"

  "No. What about you?"

  "I am working late at the parlor and then spending the night at my girlfriend's house."

  "I'll sleep in my car with the heat on if the house gets too cold."

  "No, don't do that, Kieran."

  "Why not?"

  "Waste of fuel. Plus, it's dangerous. Carbon monoxide poisoning is possible if something goes wrong."

  "Last night I went to the truck stop for coffee and a hot shower. I can do that again if the temperatures get too bad."

  "Check into a motel for the night and get some solid sleep," Andrew said.

  "I can't do that. Money's tight."

  "I'll spot you enough to cover it. Repay me when your back on your feet."

  This was too kind. But I didn't want to be in a situation where I owed Andrew or anyone else any money. I politely declined. He tried to change my mind, but I stuck to my decision.

  "Andrew, I'd like to make it up to you for fixing my screen. If there's something I can do for you in return, please let me know." I chuckled and added, "Something that doesn't involve money."

  "Like what?"

  "I can check on your place when you are on your vacation. Water your plants, stack your mail, anything like that. I just want to match your benevolent deed, that's all."

  Andrew tousled my hair. "You're a good guy. Just remember this isn't a contest. Nothing quid pro quo. We can help each other from time to time, and be great neighbors, with nothing expected in return."

  I nodded and gazed into his green eyes with admiration. I felt fortunate to have such a generous man as the other tenant in the duplex, and he had a sexual appeal that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I decided right then and there that I would never again worry about him keeping me up late with his loud sex or music.

  Andrew and I parted, each of us going into our own living spaces. We shared an equal amount of the house, which originally had likely been intended as a single family home until an owner installed a wall down the middle of the house and began renting out the two units.

  While we are on the subject of money, there is something I should relay to you because this story is not about my finances. A special person in my life had recently gifted me with a gold medallion. Instead of selling it, he requested that I always own it, knowing it is there if the bottom really drops out from und
erneath me. I did exactly as he asked. I securely put it away in a safe deposit box for safekeeping. I wouldn't dare hock the gold just for a little bit more comfort. I wanted to think of the long haul and be able to do anything I wanted with my career with the notion that I had a bit of a safety net if life events turned cataclysmic.

  What I yearned for that September was something that seemed far more elusive than money. I desperately longed for sexual exploration, companionship, friendship, and discovering what I needed for an emotionally fulfilling lifestyle.

  So maybe you can forgive me for a bad decision that night. Against my better judgment, shivering from the plummeting temperatures in my bedroom and roused by my physical attractions to Andrew, Leo, and even Tom, I found myself back for another late night visit to the truck stop.

  Chapter 7

  I was the only one of the eight men in the general shower area without flip flops or other sandal-like footwear to protect my feet from the floors. But I did not worry about that. The floors looked well-cleaned to me. Compared to what I had remembered existing in high school and college locker rooms, this place was simple, but downright luxurious.

  I had gotten chilled again in my dark and quiet rooms in the duplex. Something in the back of my mind knew I would be back here, heating up at the truck stop, like I had done the night before. There was no Leo this time, of course, as he had moved on, at least until our scheduled meeting time at two o'clock on Sunday. That was days away. I was focused on getting through this night, staying comfortable, and taking a better look at naked, showering men.

  Picking a spot on the back wall corner, my line of sight had a clear view of the men on both sides of me. Several of them particularly intrigued me. To my immediate side was a bearded man, moderately hairy on the rest of his body, with muscular legs and extra wide feet. He seemed to be in a trance as he kept his eyes closed while the shower water spilled down his body and over his thick and uncut penis. Farther down the row were two men laughing and conversing in blaring voices. Both were handsome, husky, and sporting light brown hair. The older of the two, a man of about fifty, had a buzz cut, while his friend, who was just a few years older than me, had curly hair that hung past his ears. They were the only two men in the shower area talking and many people, besides me, glanced at them while they argued in jest about their favorite football teams and quarterbacks.