Sam followed the directions Ricky had given him. The small yellow house was in a quiet residential neighborhood several blocks off Wilton Drive. The street was lined with enormous ficus trees that overhung the roadway. Most of the homes had been renovated and the yards were attractively landscaped. It was obvious that the people who lived here enjoyed their community and took pride in their homes. It had a “lived in” feeling, despite the fact that the sidewalks were not littered with tricycles and skateboards.
There was a small sign hand-painted on driftwood mounted beside the door that named the house Casa de Solana. Ricky opened the front door when Sam rang the bell. His hair was still wet, obviously from a shower, and he wore a white shirt untucked over his jeans, boat shoes and no socks. “Come on in. I started the charcoal. I can put the steaks on in a while.”
Sam followed him into the house. “Nice place.” He glanced around and took in the details. The furniture has a secondhand look, but was pleasingly arranged and clean.
“Come on back to the kitchen while I finish throwing a salad together. Can I get you a drink? I have beer and I mixed a pitcher of margaritas.”
“Beer would be great. I’m not much for sweet drinks.” They walked into the kitchen. The house was well laid out, but tiny. Ricky stuck his head into the old refrigerator.
“I have Heineken and Yuengling. Which would you prefer?”
“Yuengling. Thanks. So tell me more about the house.”
Ricky handed Sam the frosty bottle of beer and then stepped behind the kitchen island constructed of distressed lumber with a butcher-block top.
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Ricky was chopping vegetables and ripping lettuce for the salad. “As you can see, the kitchen still has the original 1940s cabinets and countertops. My friends have contributed a collection of odd castoff dishes, silverware, pots, pans and appliances over the years.” A big bunch of sunflowers sat in an old watering can on the weathered wood kitchen table. He had picked them up at the grocery store on his way home from the salon. They made him happy.
“It has a pleasant, homey feeling.”
Ricky laughed. “That’s polite for ‘run-down’. I don’t care, as long as I’m making slow but sure progress toward my renovation goals.”
“It looks like you’re doing a good job.”
“I’ll show you the rest later. Let’s sit out on the patio.” Ricky noticed that Sam’s eyes lit up when he stepped out into the garden. “This is my pride and joy. There was nothing here but some weeds and dirt when I bought the house. The big trees were here, of course, but nothing else.” Flames were jumping in the fire pit.
“Wow. Nice job.”
“Let me introduce you to Hermano y Conchita.” At Sam’s blank look, Ricky grinned and walked to the small, stone-edged pond. He opened a plastic jar and dropped a few Goldfish crackers into the water. Two fat, glistening, black-and-gold koi swam to the surface and hoovered up the treats. “They are swimming appetites.”
“They’re gorgeous. Do they breed?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ve had the pond for a while, but I had to wait to get the fish.”
They sat on the sofa of the gently used wicker garden set Ricky had recently found at one of the consignment shops on Wilton Drive. It had been perfect for his patio. He’d been watching and waiting for just the right outdoor furniture that was in his budget to come up. He was patient, if nothing else, and his eye was always on the endgame. The garden was a masterpiece of tall, variegated grasses and textured foliage. Colorful hanging orchids and bromeliads nestled in the tall trees. He had built the small koi pond and the fire pit that he greatly enjoyed. Ricky was proud of his house. He had worked long and hard to turn the old wreck into a respectable home, and it was coming along.
“Your orchids are beautiful.”
“Thanks. They’re a lot of work. Some friends got me started with two, and it just grew from there. So, tell me about yourself, Sam.” Ricky took a sip of his margarita. He gulped as he watched Sam’s throat work as he swallowed a mouthful of beer.
“Well, I’m from Texas. I’m sort of a consultant to Homeland Security on the immigration mess, and I’m currently living in Washington. My family lives in Texas, and I have no significant other.” He grinned, and two deep dimples that Ricky hadn’t noticed before popped out. OMG. I thought he was handsome before, but with that smile and mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he’s fucking gorgeous. He was certainly masculine, with a broad, muscular body to die for. The well-tailored, dark slacks and grey silk shirt he wore suited him to a T. Ricky thought he might start to hyperventilate. He had to get a grip if he didn’t want to come off like a silly high school girl on her first date.
“How do you like that? The Homeland Security gig, I mean. I immigrated legally. I was lucky to have the assistance of my family, who are politically connected. I guess they wanted to get the gay out of sight, so they helped me. I had a green card for a while and then applied for citizenship. I’ll tell you, I’m damn glad to be here. Things in Mexico are not so good. The cartels get more powerful every day.”
“That’s definitely true. I’ve been in public service since I graduated from college, various government positions and elected offices. I was surprised when the President appointed me to serve in Homeland Security in an advisory capacity. I’m a consultant on the ever-increasing illegal immigrant problem along our southern border. I’ve seen a lot of the devastation, being a Texan.”
“That must be interesting.” Ricky wasn’t about to tell him that he had a brother on the run from the Mexican cartels. That was private family business.
Sam ran his lips down Ricky’s neck into the open V of his shirt. Ricky’s smooth skin felt amazing under his lips. He started to unbutton Ricky’s shirt so he could further explore the lean muscles of his hairless chest. Sam’s prick throbbed in anticipation. He needed to get Ricky under him. He needed to fuck this small but perfect individual. He hadn’t had such a strong reaction to a man in a long time.
Sam pushed Ricky down on the big, white expanse of bed and followed him down. He continued to unbutton his shirt and then started on the button and zipper of his jeans. “Hey, cowboy. Slow down. Give me a minute here.” Ricky got up and walked to the armoire and opened the doors. He rummaged around in a drawer and came out with a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. He returned to the bed and lay back down.
“Sorry, Ricky. I should have thought of that. I’m a little over-eager. I’ve been dying to slide my cock into your gorgeous, tight ass since this afternoon.” He pulled the white shirt off and tossed it to the end of the bed and then took off Ricky’s shoes before he tugged his jeans down and off. The small man was naked on the white quilt. He’d gone commando under the jeans, and his package was far from small. Sam could feel the grin break out on his face. But the most striking thing about the naked Ricky was the enormous leopard tattoo with bared fangs and claws that ran up his leg and across his groin. “You’re gorgeous, man. Just gorgeous.” Sam felt his rock-hard cock raging inside his slacks. He palmed Ricky’s cock and gave it a few friendly pumps as he looked into Ricky’s hooded eyes. He watched his cock grow even harder and longer, and then he snapped on a condom. He stood up and began to strip as quickly as humanly possible. His clothes landed on the pile with Ricky’s, and he came down beside him on the bed again after rolling a condom onto his own shaft.
Sam tangled his fingers in Ricky’s ninja-knot and cupped the back of his head. He pulled him over on top of his chest and took his mouth. Ricky’s heavy-lidded, dark eyes were closed, and he began to respond to Sam’s onslaught. Sam rolled them over until he was sprawled over Ricky and had him trapped beneath his superior weight. “Tell me no now, Ricky, if you’re going to. Too much more of this and I won’t be able to stop. I want to fuck you hard six ways from Sunday.”
“I’m not gonna say no.”
“We’ll talk later. I have some stuff to tell you, but I can’t stop to have a conversation right now.” Sam got off the bed and lifted Ricky into his arms. He moved to the footboard of the bed, where he threw a pillow over the rough wood. He didn’t want to tear up Ricky’s beautiful skin. He positioned the smaller man ass-up over the footboard. His caramel-colored skin glowed in the flickering light from the fire pit outside the French doors. Sam’s big hands coasted down over Ricky’s smoothly muscled back and ass. He was trying not to rush and just plunder the riches spread out before him.
He spread his ass cheeks and squirted a glob of the cold lube onto his puckered asshole. He began to rub the muscle surrounding the rim and as Ricky relaxed, he sank his middle finger deep into his dark place. Ricky groaned and began to raise his ass in invitation. Sam would have liked to take more time to prepare him, but it didn’t look like that was going to be an option. Maybe next time. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of fucking this beautiful man.
Sam squirted more lube over his cock. He worked his big prick into Ricky’s ass little by little. He felt Ricky tense under him and gave him a minute to adjust to his intrusion. Soon, he felt that perfect ass butting up against his belly as Ricky let him know he wanted some action. Sam began to stroke in, letting his cock and balls rest against Ricky before he pulled out until only the mushroom head of his dick remained trapped in Ricky’s tight ass. Then he rammed in again and set a hard rhythm.
Ricky groaned and his body rose to accept every hard thrust. Sam reached under Ricky’s belly and grabbed his hard dick. He worked his hand around Ricky’s cock in rhythm with the thrusting in his ass.