Coda 02 -A to Z

me. And then I come like I haven’t done in years.
    “Fuck!” It comes out almost a yell, and I know I sound pissed as hell.
    “What’s wrong?” I look at the guy, and I immediately feel bad. He looks embarrassed and a little bit sad. He thinks I’m disappointed.
    I make myself smile again. After all it’s not his fault. “Nothin’ wrong, man.” I get my pants done up and make sure I keep smilin’. “Just really needed that.”
That makes him smile again.
    We leave the coffee shop. Feels like I should say somethin’, so I say, “Have a good night.” Before he can say anything back, I turn and walk away. Not toward the club. I’m walkin’ the other way, headed for the gas station, where my shift starts in twenty minutes.
    Now I really let myself think about Zach. Can’t let this go on anymore. Never goin’ back to that store. Not ever gonna see him again. I know that’s what I need to do. Just gotta stop now, before I fall for him so fuckin’ hard I can’t ever give him up.
    I tell myself that’s what I’m gonna do.

    I know I’m full of shit. I know it’s already too late.

Zach…
    I FELT bad when Angelo left. I hated feeling like he was disappointed in me. And I had to admit, I was starting to wonder if maybe he was right. For better or worse, I ended up having extra time to think that night.
    Tom was forty minutes late.
    “Hey, baby,” he said as soon he was in the door. He kissed me, then started undoing my shirt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
    “Don’t you want a drink or something?” I asked in annoyance, as he took off my shirt and started undoing his own. “I have wine.” He grabbed me and pulled me against him, his hands going to my ass and squeezing hard. “No, baby. I just want you.” “Do you have any interest in me, beyond sex?”
    “Of course I do, baby. How can you ask that? I’m crazy about you.” He kissed me again. “I’m just so hot for you tonight, I can’t stand it. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
    I wanted to push the issue. I wanted to make him spend time with me out of bed first. But as he kissed me more, I couldn’t help but respond to him. He was so good-looking, and his body was amazing. I wanted him. Even now. I hated myself for it a little bit, but my body didn’t care about my pride.
    He kissed me more as he unbuttoned his pants, then took my hand and placed it on his erect cock.

    “Zach, please don’t make me wait. I can’t stand it tonight. I need to come.”

    “Tell me what you want,” I said in resignation, knowing as I said it that I would never hear him say it back.

    “Your mouth.”
    I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his pants down out of the way. I ran my tongue up the bottom of his shaft and around his head. Then I took him in my mouth as far as I could. He was rocking into me, and he grabbed my head with both hands. “Baby, let me do it. Let me fuck your mouth.” I nodded. His grip tightened, and he started pumping in and out of my mouth. I kept one hand on the bottom of his shaft to keep him from gagging me. I got my pants undone, pulled my cock out with my free hand, and started stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
    “Oh, baby. God, that’s good. You make me so fucking hot.” Of course he was talking, another endless stream of meaningless words. His grip on my head was tight, and even with my hand holding him, he was slamming into my mouth pretty hard. But it was working for me too. Knowing he wanted me that much was a wonderful aphrodisiac, and I gripped my cock tighter, kept stroking, feeling my own orgasm growing closer.
    “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh God.” He was panting hard. When I glanced up at him, I could see a sheen of sweat on his face. “That’s it, baby. Goddamn, your mouth is so sweet. I love to see those blue eyes while I fuck your mouth.” The look on his face was a little bit vulgar, very arrogant, and not at all pleasant. I closed my eyes again, pushed it out of my mind. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna come soon.” I thought undiplomatically how this was the longest he had ever lasted with me. Too bad we hadn’t actually made it to the bedroom.
    “Beat yourself faster, Zack. Faster.” I obliged, and he moaned, his fingers clenching in my hair. His thrusts started coming harder. “Oh God, you make me hot, Zach. I can’t believe how hot you make me. I want to see you come. Do it, Zach. Do it now. Come for me, baby.” And without making