His name was Ed, and he wasn't a banker. Whereas Kevin's guy, Jack, had gone the professional route—and looked it, all expensively dressed, groomed, and gymed, a blond god type—Ed hadn't gone to college. He was a construction worker. He was dressed clean enough, but really casual, and he was wearing construction boots. They weren't muddy or anything, but All-American he wasn't. He was at least part Latino. Dark and sultry, to be sure, and all muscle. But, whereas Jack was a glib talker, Ed was the glowering silent type. I had no idea how these two guys had gotten together other than the old adage of opposites attracting.
But they were paying, and it was a Saturday, with all my week's classes done and a bye week in our tennis schedule. I needed the break of something else to do.
What I was finding at the beginning of this blind date, though, was mainly frustration. I found that I wanted to be dating Kevin's guy, Jack, rather than the morose and uncommunicative Ed.
As a foursome we worked out OK as we attended a Blue Rocks minor league baseball game at a small stadium on the Christiana River front on the north edge of downtown Wilmington, because Kevin and Jack dominated and made the conversation interesting. Likewise dinner at a sports bar restaurant on 202 off I-95 west of the city went OK, as well. This, if you discounted that Kevin and Jack, sitting across from me, were all hands and stolen kisses, and Ed, sitting next to me, was all his steak and potatoes. He didn't react to me laying a hand on his thigh, so I withdrew it and didn't go there again.
At Club X on Orange Street afterward, Kevin, Jack, and I went to the dance floor and flirted with the pole dancers who had come down from Philly for Saturday night, while Ed protected our table by holding it down and leaving it only for the men's room between beers.
He did give me looks every once in a while that established domination and I lowered my eyes for him to show submission, but I had no idea where this was going to lead. I certainly knew that Kevin and Jack were headed for a fuck session. They had hands all over each other all evening and were cooing. Jack was a real hunk, and I envied Kevin. And I guess that was the main feeling I was gathering from this blind double date—envy and a bit of frustration. Ed was a hunk too, but I worried on whether he'd been roped into this double date and wanted to be somewhere else altogether. The only moments of animation I saw in him was when he was talking with Jack—who would bring out the interest in anyone. I had fleeting moments of wonder if Ed even was a top, or whether he was here for interest in Jack. That would be a real bummer, I thought.
For a moment or two I had versions of the three of them, Jack taking care of both Kevin and Ed, and me sitting off to the side, unnoticed and unfucked.
And then that thought was laid to rest, at least, when Ed, who was driving Jack's car, because Jack wanted to be in the backseat with Kevin, drove us into a park and off the main drive onto a gravel side drive that led to privacy among enveloping trees.
Ed and I sat there at the opposite ends of the front seat for several minutes of awkwardness as Jack and Kevin went directly into a lap fuck in the backseat. Kevin was obviously vocal about the work of Jack's cock in his passage, which, at last, seemed to get through to Ed and arouse him. He reached over and cupped the back of my neck in a hand and pulled me to him. I thought that we were going into a kiss, but the pull continued past his face, down into his lap, where I found his dick had been freed from his fly. He was hard, and I remember marveling at how he'd managed to get hard as much of an iceberg as he had been.
It was a very nice cock, I knew what to do, and I had no better prospect at the moment, although I was aching to be in the backseat and getting what Kevin was getting. So I opened my mouth over his cock and gave him what I thought was a perfectly good blow job.
If there was going to be more from Ed, that was cut off by Jack being finished with Kevin in the backseat and suggesting to Ed that he drive him and Kevin to Kevin's apartment and me to my dorm and then Ed could pick Jack up at Kevin's apartment.
Ed was enough of a gentleman to hand me his handkerchief to clean his cum off my face before, without looking directly at me again, putting the car in gear and driving out of the park.
* * * *
Everything changed when we got to my dorm. I opened the passenger door to get out, not saying anything to Ed because I assumed we were finished and I was tired of trying to make talk—suggestive or otherwise—with him, only to find him standing by the car and closing the door after I'd stepped out. He put his arm around me—which is closer than he'd gotten all day to me—and bear hugged me up the walk and into the dorm and up the stairs to my floor.
"Umm, thanks, I can take it from here," I said. "It was a nice—"
"I'm coming in. Which room is yours? Jack said you had the room to yourself."
He fucked me on my bed, taking me hard, and with little preparation. All he seemed to care about was that he was hard and was going to get his rocks off; it mattered little to him whether I was ready for him or not. As long as enough lube could be applied for him to get inside me, he seemed satisfied. He kept muttering, "Open to me. Open it up, dammit."
He didn't just want to get some of it inside me. He wanted to bottom in me, and he wasn't built small, by any means. I screwed up my eyes and took it, though, because I wanted to get fucked bad.
All the time I was doing my best to take him inside me. I did want him inside me. I wanted someone inside me bad, and he was the one who was here. He was reasonably good looking, young enough to be vigorous and have stamina, and hard bodied. I was aching to be fucked, and, once he'd gotten all of his cock inside me, he was doing a good job in that department.
Ed was straightforward and efficient. He took me in a missionary position, with a pillow under my waist, my legs spread and bent, and his weight pinning me to the bed as he lay between my legs. He held my head between his hands, his thumbs pressing up into the soft tissue under my jaw, arching my head up so that I was looking up at the ceiling as he pumped my ass hard. I understood, as I'm sure he wanted me to, that he could render me unconscious with those thumbs if I gave him the slightest resistance.
I didn't give him any resistance. It had been some seven months since I'd had a man's cock inside me, and I came for Ed without the least trouble. But he fucked on for maybe fifteen more minutes before he got his rocks off. He was all cold efficiency, no affection whatsoever. But he also was hard and filling, long lasting and vigorous. It wasn't heaven, but it was far enough into the clouds to be registered as a "good thing." And I came a second time before he finished. I didn't come big like I did the first time, but he was the first one I'd come twice with before he came once. Of course it had been seven months and I needed it bad.
