“Don’t worry. I’ll get you over the edge and then some.”

  Sage smiled. That was an old-fashioned way of saying making him climax.

  Roman got a condom and lube from the nightstand as Sage masturbated to stay erect. Roman lowered his briefs and stepped out of them.

  Sage watched, finally getting the chance to check out the total package. He moaned. “It’s so big.”

  Roman glanced over. “It’s going to fit, remember.”

  Boy did he. How could he forget. Roman Hill had spoiled him that day in the locker room.

  “It already knows the way in. On your knees.”

  Sage did as Roman asked, rolling over and getting down on all fours. Then the next thing he felt was the leather from Roman’s belt on his bare rump. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”

  “Because I bet you were a naughty boy in South Korea.” Roman popped him again.

  Sage tried to get away, but Roman grabbed him by the foot and pulled him back to him. This time he spanked him with an open palm. Sage’s bum was on fire, yet his cock was straining hard.

  Roman tossed the belt aside. “Don’t let anyone else near you, but me.”

  “That’s kind of selfish,” Sage said.

  Roman drizzled lube down Sage’s crack then tried to enter him again with his finger. After several attempts he made it in successfully. “Ooh, you’re so hot inside, you’re melting the lube.”

  “That’s because your fingers are so big. Add more lube so you don’t tear me.” Even with more lube, Sage knew he was probably biting off more than he could chew. He’d never seen a dick so thick and long except in a nudie magazine.

  Roman added more lube then squeezed some down the crack and on the cheeks. He also greased up the condom and his balls.

  The man was preparing to make a mess of him.

  Roman tossed the tube aside, then got into position between Sage’s thighs. “I can come just by looking at how delectable your ass is with my hand print and the red welts.”

  Kinky much?

  Roman touched the head of his cock against the hole but could not get in. “Are you sure you’ve been with other guys.”

  “Hundreds,” Sage lied.

  Roman thrust forward, hard.

  Sage buried his face in the pillow and screamed as Roman Hill’s dick made it through the little ring of flesh.

  “For the record I know you’re lying about a hundred guys,” Roman said.

  Sage was still groaning from the pain. “How do you know this?”

  Roman reached for the tube and added more lube. “A guy can tell.” He thrust hard again.

  Sage rocked on his knees and nearly sank down on his belly.

  Roman pulled him back into position, eased out to the head, then thrust back in again.

  Sage felt the darkness coming, then everything went black. When he woke up, he was on his back and Roman was looking down. He was holding a wet towel against Sage’s head.

  “Thank God you woke up,” Roman said.

  “What happened?” Sage asked.

  “You fainted,” Roman said.

  Sage tried to remember. “You were entering me.”

  “Yeah. I know I’m a big guy but we have had sex before, once.”

  “You’re bigger and I’ve…”

  “Never been with another guy?”

  “I’m so embarrassed,” Sage said. “No, nothing except oral sex.”

  “But why?” Roman asked.

  “I don’t know. It felt like cheating.”

  “Do you want me to take you home?”

  Sage shook his head. “No, I want to continue.”

  “Are you sure? Fourteen inches are a lot to handle.”

  Sage uttered the word silently, fourteen inches. Was that humanly possible? “Was this Jun guy able to, you know, handle you?”

  “Yeah,” Roman answered. “He was well broken in before I got to him.”

  Sage smiled weakly. “Let’s try it slow.”

  Roman took the towel from Sage’s head and looked down at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s been fourteen years, Roman. You kind of owe me.” He got the tube and attempted to prepare himself. Something didn’t feel right. His hole felt like it had been obliterated.

  “I won’t put it all in,” Roman said, as if reading his mind. He took the lube from Sage and greased up the condom again.

  Sage opened his legs.

  Roman kneed them wider apart, then lifted Sage’s hips and guided his rod to the hole. He raised Sage’s legs and put them against his chest.

  Sage felt his body open to receive the ex-quarter back. Lucky 14 with the fourteen-inch pecker had him filled and not able to move.

  Roman did most of the work, moving in and out slowly.

  Sage’s cock rose quickly.

  “You like it?”

  “I don’t dislike it,” Sage said. He couldn’t do anything in this position.

  Roman, on the other hand had successfully entered him and could move in and out.

  He rubbed against Sage’s prostate. “Umm,” Sage moaned.

  “Found it,” Roman said, lowering Sage’s legs. He kept his body moving and his dick sliding in and out on the lubrication.

  Sage wrapped his legs around Roman’s waist and started working his ass.

  “Your dick is responding nicely. It is dribbling.”

  Sage looked down. He was leaking pre-cum. He also felt the orgasm as it began and made its slow trek from his stomach to his balls. “Roman?”

  “Yes, Sage.”

  Sage couldn’t answer. He was too busy rolling his body against Roman’s.

  “Oh, you’re about to come,” Roman uttered.

  “Yes,” Sage said, damn near bouncing his butt against Roman’s thighs.

  Roman raised up and started humping him, hard.

  Sage couldn’t control his body any more. Roman was in, thumping against that little sex gland in his ass. He felt his hips lift, then the next thing he knew, cum spurted, not oozed, out of him. Roman looked down at him triumphantly as Sage continued to climax.

  Roman gave him a chance to rest, then he put Sage on his knees, because there was no way Sage could get on top and ride him. Roman mounted his hips, entered him again and Sage did everything he could to stay conscious.

  The quarterback tried to keep his weight off Sage as he made love to him doggy-style.

  Sage’s cock tried to harden again. They were both sweating profusely.

  Roman wanted to try missionary again.

  Sage got on his back.

  But instead of things just continuing, Roman began kissing him.

  Sage got lost in the romance. Roman Hill was also a great kisser.

  Roman spread Sage’s legs, entered him, then thrust. This time Sage was able to move with him. To put it frankly, their love-making turned to fucking. Roman started deep-stroking him. Now Sage understood the difference between tops and bottoms. Tops had to work that thing to make his bottom climax. It only took a few well-placed solid thrusts inside of Sage to wake up the orgasm again. His ass clinched and his legs shook as it surfaced. “Ooh!” This time he bubbled over like a tea kettle.

  Roman was still buried deep inside him.

  “My turn, cupcake.” He pulled out, flipped Sage over, and mounted him again. This time his dick sank into Sage’s ass like it owned it. Then the ex-quarterback rode him like a horse, doing him doggy-style again. “Ooh, here it comes, Roman cried out.

  Moments later the insides of Sage’s ass warmed as Roman climaxed into the tip of the condom. Sage felt so sweaty.

  Roman eased out and laid down beside him.

  Sage rolled off his shaky knees and laid on his back. He waited, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. His entire body ached from the waist down. He got a washcloth and a bath towel out of the linen closet. Sage turned on the shower and stepped in. Roman had soap, shampoo and conditioner on a shelf attached to the shower wall. Sage helped himself to them.

  Roman was still sleeping soundly when Sage re-entered the bedroom.

  Sage dressed and left. He walked back to the Airbnb.

  Chapter 3

  The day finally came when Sage got the keys to his condo. After signing a ton of paperwork, he drove over to do a tour of the apartment and to complete the checklist to see if there was any damage before he took ownership .

  Sage drove and stared in disbelief. What were the chances of his place being next to Roman’s? Sage parked in his designated spot out front. He also had a garage, but out front was good enough for him right now. He walked to the door, put in the passcode and the door opened. He started recording the empty apartment tour for his YouTube channel. His lights were on.

  Unlike Roman’s condo, Sage’s had hardwood floors. The steps and the office space were the only places carpeted. The open-floor plan seemed huge. The kitchen had white cabinets and stainless-steel appliances. The pantry was okay for a single person. He opened another door and found the washing machine and dryer. There was a shelf over them for cleaning supplies. He kept thinking about how he was going to decorate his office once the furniture arrived. The guest bathroom and bedroom were nice. And his bedroom was large. All the walls were freshly painted in white. He started taking measurements for curtains. He would need a tool box, too. He went back and flushed toilets and ran water in the tubs and sinks, and checked everything for leaks. Afterwards he returned the checklist to the office.

  Sage spent the rest of his Friday shopping for basics, towels, cleaning supplies, curtains, cookware, silverware, glassware, etc. Between Home Goods, At Home, and Target he was able to pick up the stuff he needed, including three new televisions. He dropped those things off at the condo, then he went back to the Airbnb for lunch. He wrote a grocery list. His cell phone rang. Sage looked down at the display. It was Roman. “Hello?” He put Roman on speaker.

  “Why did you leave?” Roman asked.

  Roman had invited him over last night for Chinese food and they ended up in Roman’s bed, again. “Because you had to go to work and I had to sign for my keys very early this morning.”

  “You have your keys?” Roman asked.

  “Yes. I did the walk-through inspection and went shopping for a few things.”

  “Have you called and put your utilities on?”

  “Yes, and scheduled the internet. I must find someone to mount my televisions on the walls.”

  “I can do it for you,” Roman said.

  “Ah, a multitalented doctor,” Sage teased.

  “Yes, I’m not just a pretty face.”

  Sage chuckled.

  “What are you doing for dinner tonight?”

  “I have no plans,” Sage answered. “Why?”

  “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

  Sage paused for a moment. “Like a date?”

  “Not like a date. It is a date. There’s this seafood restaurant near me that’s very popular. But it is more like a seafood boil.”

  “Oh, so don’t dress up.”

  “Not unless you want to mess up your suit,” Roman said.

  “Sounds like fun. Where and what time?”

  “I have reservations for seven,” Roman said.

  “So sure I would accept?” Sage asked.

  “Yes, I think you’re curious about if I’m using you or am I serious about being in a relationship with you.”

  “Are you?”

  “Am I what?”

  “Serious about us?”

  “Since I counted last night as our second date, you’re not a one-night-stand. Yes.”

  “You want me to meet you there?”

  “No, it’s a real date. I’ll pick you up from the Airbnb. I’ll call you when I’m on my way.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

  They ended the call.

  Sage smiled. He was now dating the quarterback, Lucky 14. Deloris and Tiffany were going to die of envy, and the rest of the girls from their class were going to be so jealous. Now he had to find something casual to wear. It was still early in the afternoon. He left and went grocery shopping.

  * * * *

  “What’s the big smile for?” Harrison asked Roman as they ate lunch in the medical center cafeteria.

  “I have a date tonight.”

  “Ooh, anyone I know?” Harrison asked.

  Roman nodded. “Our student council president.”

  “Ah, doesn’t he hate you because you used to bully him as a child?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “What changed?” Harrison asked.

  “We’re both gay and out of the closet. I’ve already asked his parents if it’s okay if I date him. They were both happy and gave their blessing. My parents, too.”

  “Does he know this?” Harrison asked.

  Roman shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

  “Where are you taking him?”

  “Buddies.”

  Harrison stopped eating. “The seafood joint?”

  Roman nodded. “I remember him loving seafood as a child. It’s just a casual affair.”

  “Has he moved into his condo yet?”

  “No, but he has picked up the keys. He’s moving in tomorrow and I promised I’d mount his televisions on the walls.”

  “Sounds serious,” Harrison said.

  “For me it is. You know how hard it is for me to find someone I can be comfortable with.”

  “Speaking of which, when was the last time you heard from Juniper?” Harrison asked.

  “Why did you have to bring his name up?”

  Juniper Sanders, real name, Jonathan was a male stylist that he got involved with. Juniper also moonlighted as an exotic dancer, or he did when they first met. Juniper was his stage name. Anyway, Jonathan cheated on him and tried to lie about it, which was stupid since Roman found them in bed together. Roman immediately broke up with him. Ever since then, Juniper kept calling or showing up, trying to win him back. “I haven’t heard from him in a while. Maybe he’s given up on me.”

  “I hope so,” Harrison said.

  They finished eating, then walked back toward their offices. Roman’s was on the first floor because sometimes he had non-ambulatory patients. Harrison’s office was on the same floor as Sage.

  Roman made it back to his office. He had patients waiting. He went into his private office, washed up and changed into a clean set of scrubs. The rest of the day went by without mishap, and he was able to get home by five.

  Roman changed the linen on his bed and put the dirty ones in the washer, along with some towels. Then he made the bed with clean sheets and pillowcases. Time was passing so he got into the shower. Afterwards, he found something casual, but chic to wear. It was hot so he decided on shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. He’d recently gotten a manicure and a pedicure. Juniper had turned him on to this.

  Since meeting Juniper, Roman learned all about skin care. He had no idea there were so many shower gels, body washes, and lotions. He suspected he would learn more dating a dermatologist.

  Roman looked at his watch. It read 6:15. He dialed Sage and told him he was on his way. It only took five minutes to get to Sage’s. He texted when he arrived.

  The door to the Airbnb opened and Sage exited. Good lord. A guy shouldn’t look better than a girl in shorts. He and Sage were similarly dressed, T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. But Sage’s shorts were shorter than his and showed off Sage’s fine shapely thighs and legs. His cross-body bag matched his sandals. And he also had that killer strut going on. He made it to the car and got in. He smelled so good.

  “Good evening,” Sage said.

  “Good evening. You smell so nice. What are you wearing?”

  “Thanks. It is called Powdering Coconut. It’s a designer dupe of Tom Ford’s Soleil Blanc.”

  “Dossier?” Roman asked. He continued to drive.

  “Yes,” Sage answered. “You like their stuff.”

  “Yeah, but I never tried that one. But it smells so good on you.”

  Traffic was heavy as usual, but they got to the restaurant before seven. He found a parking spot. The two of them exited the car and went inside.

  The host appeared. “How can I help you?”

  “Reservations for two under the name Roman Hill.”

  “Yes, Mr. Hill,” the guy said. “Let me get a waiter.” He called for someone.

  Roman did not fail to see the way the host and the waiter who had arrived checked out his dinner date.

  Sage either wasn’t aware or just was ignoring them.

  So, Sage wasn’t a flirty guy. That was good to know.

  The waiter took them through the main dining room to a table. After seating them he gave them menus to look at.

  “I haven’t had a real seafood boil in a long time,” Sage said.

  “How was the food in South Korea?” Roman asked.

  “Okay once I got used to it. My system went through a culture shock. I found myself missing the USDA, especially when I lived in the countryside. It made me appreciate the US more.”

  “Did you ever get homesick?” Roman asked.

  Sage nodded. “As soon as I got there and probably for the first year. The older adults were less than friendly. But working with the kids was fun. They liked learning to speak English and they helped me learn Korean.”

  “Did you think about me after you left?” Roman asked.

  Sage nodded again, but didn’t look him in the eye.

  “I’m sorry for the way it happened and how things went down. I should have been more of a gentleman, but I was so confused. You were a guy so there was no way I should have been attracted to you.”

  “I didn’t see it that way. I saw it as you came to my rescue and you accidently got to see my body. You couldn’t help getting aroused. And you didn’t force me. I could have said no.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  “My body was reacting to yours and just like you I was a little curious. I did not expect it to go as far as it did, but it did clear up some things that I was unsure about.”

  “Like what?”

  “That I wasn’t a freak because my body did not look like yours.”

  “No, you’re not a freak, just a desirable gay man.” He changed the subject. “Did you ever go to Japan?”

  The waiter returned to take their order. They both wanted the house special which was an assortment of different seafood. They both also wanted beer.