3. SAM

Zander, short for Alexander was a weird combination of every guy I'd ever dated, an amalgamation of my type. His physique was hiding behind the black shirt he wore, but I could tell he wasn't one of those gym rats that was obsessed with image, even if during our tipsy talk he'd maybe—sorta confessed to making porn.

Before leaving, I wondered if anyone around had been the guy hiding in that bear mask. It hadn't been my strangest experience, but it was definitely in my top five. It was the strangest gnawing sensation, like a piece of information that slipped through my sieve brain.

"You better have top shelf liquor," I told him as we waited outside for our Uber. I had a large black coat on, keeping myself covered up as I was almost naked in my current outfit.

Zander had a large duffle bag under his arm. "You'll see when we get there."

I didn't want to wait. I liked to know in advance. I hated surprises, because I was always thinking of the worse. The only surprise I liked was in the form of a surprise erection, and especially when that surprise was a grower. The transformation from a small softie into a thick megalith cock had me salivating at the thought.

In the back of the Uber, we both had our hands tucked into our inner thighs. His hidden a little beneath my coat. We were both getting far too frisky and comfortable in a car that neither of us owned. From the grip I had on his cock, I knew it was thick, and it didn't even seem fully hard. Showers, growers, and everything in between, I just loved dick. My friends often compared me to Samantha from Sex and The City, which was funny since I was Samuel, but I was usually the youngest in my friendship groups.

Before anything could get too far, Zander noted that we weren't far from his place. And in that moment, as he whispered, there was something familiar about his voice. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in and making me misremember, but I recalled getting very hard to that exact same husky whisper earlier.

"Ok, so when we go inside, I'm gonna need to tell you something," he said as the car pulled up outside an apartment building.

"Let me note your address down first, just in case I go missing," I said, seeing the Uber driver look at me through the rear view mirror. "I'm kidding."

"Funny," Zander said. "Let's get out."

I sent over the address to Ash who already knew where I was going through his boyfriend, Gael. I was just being safe, since there were a couple things about Zander that started to make me raise questions.

"What do you need to tell me?" I asked in the light of the streetlamp outside his building. It was better he tell me now than wait until I was up there.

"I have a lot of toys," he said. "You might get a little overwhelmed." He wiggled his brows at me, hugging the duffle tighter under his arm. "I'm just saying, it's not something everyone is comfortable with."

I pinched fingers, pulling his chest hair. "Try me," I said. "I love toys."

Zander stuck his tongue out as long as it could stretch. It was an invite into his mouth and I accepted. The street was probably the worst place to start making out, because all I wanted to do now was jump into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and use a little wiggle to get his belt unbuckled and trousers down his ankles. I had skills, and I was about to introduce him to them.

He initiated it, giving my ass a spank and a squeeze, pulling me up onto his hips. He pushed the coat up, telling the street that I couldn't hide. He backed up against the wall, still feeling my ass, his hands trying their best to go up my jean shorts. They were skintight, he was fighting a losing battle, whereas I'd already managed to unbuckle his belt.

"You have a bed upstairs," I said in a respite from his tongue in my mouth.

"I thought you were into a little outdoor fun."

"From the conversation we had, you're the exhibitionist, I'm the voyeur," I said, and at that moment, his trousers fell by his ankles.

He kissed my neck. "Then why are you trying to get fucked outside?"

He had a point, but I wasn't trying to fuck outside, it was just the way everything was working out. "I'm not. You are. I would prefer a bed, but I'm not opposed to letting you keep kissing me out here."

"Yeah, well, I've got something to tell you before we take this any further," he said, giving my ass a spank. "Hop off."

I hopped off his waist, seeing his cock bulge in his briefs, and as my eyes travelled down, I noticed the duffle on the floor. "There isn't even anyone on the street to observe."

Zander snickered, slowing dipping to pick his jeans up from around his ankles. "And I think even if we did fuck right here, it wouldn't be the craziest thing to happen on the streets today."

"So, what did you want to tell me?" I stared into his eyes, trying to figure him out.

"I don't want this to come off weird or anything," he said, his tongue bitten between his teeth. "But I need you to trust me when I tell you—"

"You're the guy from the club, aren't you?" I asked, looking him over.

"Oh, how—"

"It's your smell," I said, the final clue to the puzzle. "I thought your voice was familiar."

He smiled at me. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of the situation," he said. "Because we'd just fucked."

At least now I knew what was inside the duffle bag. "And we can fuck again if you hurry up and take me inside."

"Glad we got that out in the open. One more thing though, you're gonna see some stuff in my apartment," he said, taking my hand. He flipped it over and stroked his finger across my palm. "You don't have anywhere to be, do you?"

"No, no, why?"

"Because I hate working against a time constraint."

"Working."

His finger stroked up my forearm, tickling me. "Play, work, fun, you know," he said. "But now, I'm curious, what did you think about getting that card to the room, then coming in and seeing me there, naked in the bear head?"

"It was hot, obviously." I feared it had unlocked a new kink, but I wasn't going to blurt that.

"It was your T-shirt," he said, flicking at the teddy bear embroidered on it.

Now it made sense. My friend had asked me to wear something with a teddy on it. "My friend told me to wear this."

"Good. That's why I invited you to the room."

It was taking being set up to the next level. "Are you going to take me up to your apartment, or are we going to wait until someone shouts a slur at us on the street?"

Zander smiled, tucking a hand behind my head. It was almost like he was transporting me to a world of our own. I felt special, warmed by his touch. "Yeah, now we've got that out in the open, I'd like to introduce you to some of my other toys."

"Toys." I chewed into an excited smile. "What like?"

He took my hand and collected the duffle bag from the ground. My mind raced, tying to piece together all the kinky shit he was into. If he was doing anon hookups in teddy bear heads, he was probably into far kinkier stuff. And the mention of toys had me wondering about al the things I'd seen on sex store websites. I wasn't into the huge toys, but I was open to most sexual experiences. Pleasure was sometimes the only thing worth living for.

Zander's apartment was unsuspecting from the outside, but the moment he opened it, I saw the mess. Boxes stacked and spilled out with an array of bright colored fabrics.

"Watch where you step," he said, going in ahead.

The walls were covered in black and white photos, all of them were of him in that bear head, naked. I closed the door behind myself and stared at the photos, wondering if this is what he meant when I thought he made porn.

"Where do I put this?" I asked, my coat draped over an arm. "It'll get lost if I put it down."

"Leave it on the hook by the door."

I threw it at the hook. It was lost to the apartment now. Chaos intensified the further I walked into the apartment. More boxes, more pictures, and there wasn't much room to do anything else it seemed.

"I can see why you wanted to fuck outside," I mumbled to myself.

"What's that?" he called out, seemingly from another part of the world.

"I said someone's been in and trashed your apartment." I knew they hadn't, but that was the only reason I'd accept for how it got like this. I looked around, wondering where this alcohol was that he'd promised I'd get to play with.

"Yeah, it was my alter-ego," he said. "The guy who gets up early, owns a costume store, and stuff."

There was a sofa, amongst the mess. I took a seat. "I'd like to meet them."

"Nah, they don't come around on the weekend," he said, his voice getting louder. "I thought you were gonna come and find me."

"I didn't want to move," I said, turning around on the sofa to see him standing in a doorway. "I can't remember if I'm up to date on all my shots."

"Ok, you've got a little bite still," he said. "Come on, I'm in the kitchen, that's where my bar is."

I huffed a little. "I can see why you don't invite people over. You know, I just want to put this out there, but my place isn't like this."

"You want to come make me a drink, or are you just gonna keep running your mouth?"

I licked my lips. "I'd like to do both, if that's ok with you."

"As long as your body can cash the checks your mouth is running," he snickered.

Climbing over the back of the sofa, almost tripping over a shoelace. I watched as Zander stared, shaking his head. "I'm not taking my shoes off," I told him.

"Come in here," he said. "The kitchen is clean."

It was a polar opposite. The kitchen was spotless, and by that, it almost looked unlived in. Compared to the rest of the apartment, I wondered if it even belonged to him. "I can't figure you out."

"Good. I don't need boys like you thinking they can figure me out." He placed a thumb under my chin, pushing it up to tease me with the idea of a kiss. "But if you think you've figured me out, let me know. I'd love to prove you wrong."

I stuck my tongue out at him, almost touching his lips.

He let go. "Let me try and figure you out."He opened a cupboard to a shelf of spirits, mixers, and bottles of wine. "Make a drink you think represents me."

There were a few requests I got as a bartender, and one of them was make me a drink based on me, especially when it was someone I'd known for all of five seconds. "Hmm. Do you have a shaker and a strainer?"

"Yeah, I've got them somewhere, let me—"

"I won't need them" I told him. "I know exactly what I'm going to make you."

He nodded. "What?"

"You go wait out there, maybe do some cleaning," I said. "I'll figure all of this out."

On the liquor shelf, Zander had several bottles of vodka, gin, rum, and tequila. They ranged from expensive to bottom shelf, the type I wouldn't serve to even my enemies. But I knew what I was going to make him.

It was an easy drink, simple too. I didn't want him to think I was taking that route. I rummaged through his pantry, fridge, and freezer in search of supplies. I grabbed a lemon, a cucumber, and I filled a glass with ice.

Usually, if I was making a drink like this, I'd add flourishes to it with fresh edible flowers. Zander had a rugged look, like someone in a gym you think could bench press you and then break your back over their knee. This drink was for him.

A gin and tonic with cucumber and lemon slices stuck between the ice. I used his Hendrick's Gin, and the tonic from a can in his pantry. It didn't showcase what I could do, but it was a great drink. I took a sip, just to make sure, then made myself one.

"Gin and tonic," he said, unimpressed when I presented him with the glass.

"You haven't even tasted it."

"You put cucumber in it," he said. "It's the only reason I have cucumber in the fridge."

I sipped my drink, trying to act unphased by him. "I figured it was one of the toys you were telling me about."

"Please," he said, furrowing his brow. "Give me more credit. The only produce I'm putting in someone's ass is this—homegrown meat." He grabbed his crotch outside his trousers.

"Drink," I said. "You know you're annoying, right?"

"I've been called worse."

"Guys with big dicks, always think they're funnier than they are by the way," I said, taking another sip. The sass was coming out strong.

He took a drink, nodding his head and smiling. "It's nice," he said. "But I could've made it." He shrugged, the smile growing bigger. He was testing me.

"That's a reflection on you then," I said. "This drink represents you. So, easy to do, a little bitter, and a little fruity."

"Touché," he said. "So, what's your drink?"

I took another drink, letting all the notes of the gin wash over my tongue. I didn't know exactly what my drink was. I'd never thought too much about it. "Something sweet, obviously, and maybe a rum, spiced."

Zander reached for my hand. "I wanna show you something."

"Is this gonna be a sweet, spiced rum drink?" I said, wiping my hand on my jeans before holding his hand.

"No, I wanna show you what I'm into," he said.

"Episodes of Hoarders?"

"I have a ball gag somewhere," he said.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

He chuckled. "Come on."

We waded through boxes until we came to a door. I didn't know if I could've anticipated what was behind it. It was unlike any bedroom I'd seen before, and I'd seen my share of bedrooms.