Talk to Me

by Thomas Fuchs

I guess it’s just the life, but it’s kind of left me thinking. What happened was, I was standing at the bar and there’s this tug at my sleeve and when I look, there are these beautiful brown eyes and a kind of sly smile. Altogether, a very nice looking guy, a little younger than me I’d say, very early 20s, dark hair, broad shoulders. Not bad at all, and it is getting late.

He’s holding a bottle of beer. To be friendly, I offer him another, but he shrugs no, takes a swig. He’s still got plenty. I decide on a conversational gambit and say, “My name’s Roy.”

He presses close to me, coming on very strong, breathing into my ear. He snakes an arm around my waist, his hand brushes my cock.

I say, “I guess you’re not into small talk.” Still no reply, so I ask, “Are you mute?”

He shakes his head no, kisses me on the ear.

It’s kind of a cute game and in any event, he does have me turned on hard, so I ask him if he wants to come over to my place. “I live just a few blacks away. We can walk it.” He nods yes, and we’re off.

As we’re walking, I’m wondering what exactly this guy’s into since of course we haven’t talked, but things are happening so fast I figure I’ll be finding out pretty quick.

Sure enough, as soon as we’re in my apartment, he’s unzipping my jacket, pulling it off and kissing me and I’m pulling his clothes off. From this point on, words wouldn’t have been necessary, even if he had been talking. He pulls me toward the couch, plops down and starts licking my dick, doing a damn good job of it, I have to say. After a few minutes of this, we move to the bedroom and when I open the bedside stand and pull out the lube and condoms, he gets onto the bed, on his hands and knees, his lovely round ass propped up high and wide for me. We’re communicating just fine.

I’ll spare you all the details – are you bitterly disappointed? This isn’t a porn show, it’s something that happened to me – but I did fuck him good. And he was a fine, fine bottom. You know, some guys just lie there and take it, but he pushed back and squeezed me, and I was really giving him my best. Grabbed hold of his dick and pumped him while I was fucking him.

Of course, he wasn’t completely silent through all this. When we started fucking, he started making all the sounds you usually hear – grunts and groans and moans and oohhs and long drawn-out ahhhs. But still, no words, no talk. He didn’t even say anything when I pulled out, stripped off the rubber and gave him my big finish, shooting on to his chest. Right after that, he got himself off and then just rolled back and shut his eyes. And still not a word. I’m thinking, maybe he really is mute or something.

I guess I fell asleep for a few minutes. When I woke up, I heard the shower. I was going to join him, but before I could, he finished and came out, toweling himself off and heading for the living room, where his clothes were. I followed and watched him dress, and I’m wondering what kind of a guy he really is and if it might be fun to get to know him.

He gets his jacket on, he’s ready to go, he comes over and gives me a hug. I really want to talk to him, so I tell him, “You’re driving me crazy with this mute act. Would you please say something?” And this fucker smiles, looks at me and says – and this is exactly what he said – “Hi, you’re cute. Have I seen you around here before? Do you live near here? Versatile? Oh, wow, that was hot. Call me sometime? Gotta go. Bye. Sigh.”

He was out the door a moment after delivering this little speech.

As I said at the beginning, I guess it’s just the life, but I’m thinking maybe I ought to take a little break. Just for a while.