Best Gay Erotica 2015 by Rob Rosen Page A

which confirmed he was up for it. Then he tossed the butt and unzipped his pants. I got that he wanted me to fish for him so I reached in, groped his half-hard cock, and brought it out to where I could enjoy it. Nice little number, good mouthful, and soon I was on it, licking and sucking while he issued little moans and thrusts. I didn’t handle my own junk; I just wanted to take him, and he ran a hand through my hair until he grew urgent. Then I was swallowing jizz while attempting to swallow his dick and losing myself in the act.
    I kept on even when he was empty and he gradually eased me off. “I have to get back,” he said as I stood and he zipped up. “Maybe see you later,” he called as he fled. He was gone before I could reply, leaving me his taste and that goddamn promise. Tom had said the same thing after our first sex in the bathroom at a party. Maybe see you later. He’d then gone back to the festivities and I’d gotten so drunk I woke next morning among several other wiped-out guests, Tom nowhere in sight. I was a wreck until he called two days later.
    Back upstairs I found the party going strong, music louder and faster. I wanted a drink, but paused as it meant washing away the taste of the waiter. The debate lasted just seconds before I hit the bar for a bourbon, neat. As I downed it, I heard Adele’s big laugh and turned to see her in the arms of Bill’s cousin Dennis, a fifty-something welder who was the only person present wider than Adele. The two were caught in some dance step I’d never seen before, not giving a damn how they looked.
    As I took my second bourbon, the waiter whose dick I’d sucked sailed by with not so much as a glance my way. I’d have to keep an eye on him, follow him down to the garage if he took another break, and fuck him this time, fuck him good.
    Time seemed to drag. Not that it mattered, as I had no place to go. I watched people mix and mingle, some now plainly drunk. One couple was getting loud, each accusing the other of being a problem drunk. And people were still wandering in, and I had to wonder where they’d been. Stopped off at a better party first? Making an appearance like celebrities? Or maybe just couldn’t get out of bed until now.
    A single man came in, acting like he owned the place, tall and big chested. Holy shit, it was Vance Basch, or was it? Sure, it was him. How could I not remember the man who took Tom away from me? Vance Bitch, as I called him. I’d followed Tom one day when I found his work on a new film was a sham, there being no new film. He’d met Vance, who was newly arrived to seek his fortune onscreen. They’d hurried to a downtown apartment and not come out for hours. How could he show himself now? He had to know I’d be at the wedding. But wait, it wasn’t him. No, maybe it was. Yes, it had to be. I moved closer to get a better look, but when he glanced my way, I stepped back, stumbling over some child. “Sorry, sorry,” I said to the mother who scooped up her little bundle of joy.
    I got a double bourbon and sat at an empty table just as Jay and Beth danced by. She looked triumphant, nose in the air, evil smile sent my way, while Jay appeared numb. She’d make him fuck her later on. That’s what she was telling me. That’s what he was dreading.
    Bill and Keith were making the rounds, speaking to each and every person before making their grand departure to an upstairs suite. Arm in arm, they played their parts like the best of actors and then were at my table. “Alex, we’re so glad you’re here,” said Bill. “It means so much for you to share in our happiness.”
    â€œAlways glad to share,” I replied, raising my glass. My eyes were on Keith, who snickered. “Anytime,” I called as they moved on. Then Jeff Swain sat down next to me. “You little shit,” he growled.

    â€œIt’s noon,” came the