This story is a partial work of erotic fiction. Some events are true and accurate, but some circumstances and the names of the participants have been changed to protect their identity.
If this type of subject matter offends you, please do not read further.
It was the late 80's. Our culture was still recovering from parachute pants, big hair and fingerless gloves. Being nestled in the midwest made this transformation from the era of "Reaganomics" a little slower than most places. I had hoped for a successful college education, but the many temptations that bombarded us those days, made the diploma ellusive. I think I was only fooling myself when I enrolled since the college I chose to attend had been ranked as the countries biggest party school in the nation several times in the running. When asked now what I learned while I was in school, I often joke by saying that I learned how to bounce a quarter into a shot glass. Although meant as a joke, there was a disturbing seriousness implied.
Once my sophmore year was complete, I was reasonably certain that I would not be returning in the fall. My grades had been such that the university politely, yet sternly requested that I not return. I think I took the news with a measure of relief. I had known all along that my sole purpose for being there was to satisfy my parents. When I originally entertained the idea of life after highschool, it was my father that told me I would be attending college. There was little opportunity for discussion.
Summer came quickly for me, as the time passed, I began to long for the freedoms that college life had provided. Being back at my parent's house prevented me from attaining these same freedoms, so when August rolled around, I began actively looking for my first apartment.
Right around the time that I had begun looking, I was working 1 full-time and 1 part-time job. The full-time job was a mind-numbing factory job where my dad worked, but the part-time job was at a local movie theater. You don't have to guess which one I liked the most. The part-time job didn't pay much, but I got to watch all the free movies I wanted to, I could have all the free popcorn, pop and candy that I could eat, and it also allowed me to check out all the hot guys in town without being questioned.
Through time, I began to have favorites among the customers. There were a handful of cute guys that would frequent the movie theater. I think one of the most attractive things about most of these guys was how easily they could approach and speak to you.
I was working a matinee one Saturday afternoon when I heard a commotion out in the alley next to the theater. Since both movies had started and there were no more customers to attend to, I left the concession stand to investigate the racket. When I rounded the corner to the alley, one of my favorites was standing there with a friend of his and they were both being intimidated by two older boys. Since they were a few years younger than me, I knew that if I approached and acted tough, I would be able to bully the two older kids away from this boy and his friend with relative ease. Once I had scared the two bullies away, my new favorite boy thanked me for sparing him the beating that would have followed. He repeatedly thanked me for saving him and his friend and we exchanged names and as he was walking away, he told me he wasn't going to forget this.
I returned to my post in the theater feeling like I had made a great first impression with him. I had hoped this would have resulted with him spending more time at the theater, but as time would reveal, I ended up with so much more than just casual friendship.
A few weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the incident. I went to the YMCA with a group of friends to work out and shoot some hoops one Saturday afternoon. My friends and I had finished our game and I began walking to my car. I was drenched with sweat and was thinking about nothing more than going home, getting a shower, and changing into some fresh clothes. As I stepped out the door, my new friend Matt just happened to be walking by. He had a different friend with him that day, so when he saw me, he told his friend that I was the guy that stuck up for him and kept him from getting his ass beat. As you can imagine, I was more than just a little flattered. What was even more flattering was the fact that my generosity was as fresh and important to him that day, as it was the day that I had helped him. We spent the next few minutes recounting the incident to his other friend with an amount of embellishment that a couple of guys might add. I kept telling him that it was an honor to help a couple of underdogs out of a sticky situation and I added that should he ever need me to help him out of future tight spots, all he had to do was ask. I wanted to make it clear to him that I was looking out for him. Apparently, this wasn't something that had ever been offered to him. Not only was he flattered by my offerings of protection, I was getting the distinct impression that he really looked up to me. I was a few years older than him and judging by his reaction, he didn't have many friends that were older than him.
As he was getting ready to walk on, I chose that opportunity to tell him that I had just moved into an apartment and if he wanted to come over and just hang out, he could stop by any time. When I made the offer to him, I thought that he would be flattered at the invitation, but when it came right down to it, I thought he may not be comfortible with the idea and would just conveniently forget about it.
I came home from work one Friday nearly a week after I spoke to Matt at the YMCA. I was hot and tired, but I was looking forward to the weekend so I could cut loose and blow off a little steam. I wanted to get a shower and get cleaned up so that I would be ready when my friends would stop by wanting to suck down a couple beers. I stood for a long time in my shower, letting the hot water cascade down my back in an attempt to melt away the aches and pains I had acquired from the work week. I was all brushed and polished, but the invitations to go out and party never came. I was a little disappointed at first, but when I recounted how tired I was, I wouldn't have balked at the opportunity to just spend this Friday at home.
Just as a settled in to watch a little television, there was a knock at the door. I stood quickly because I thought one of my friends had decided to hang out with me after all. I threw the door open expecting to see one of my usual party friends in my doorway with a case of beer in hand. Instead, my heart jumped in my chest once I realized it was my new friend Matt.
My pulse raced in less than an instant. For the sole reason for inviting Matt over to my apartment was to provide an opportunity to seduce him. He was alone this time and that made the hope for this encounter all the more real. After a few moments of forced conversation, I offered to show him around my tiny apartment. Once that nickel tour was complete, I starting showing him my kick-ass audio/video setup. We went through some of my CD's and VHS movies. We quickly learned that he had very similar tastes in music and movies.
Once we had reached another moment of uncomfortible silences, I told him that when he arrived, I was on my way out the door to go to the liquor store to buy some beer. Fortunately for me, the liquor store I frequented was at street level and right below my apartment. He asked me if this meant that he needed to leave and I told him that he didn't need to because I was just going to get some beer and watch some movies. He asked if it would be ok for him to stay longer and I was more than happy to let him stay.
I came back upstairs with the beer, cracked one open, then put the rest in the fridge. Because he was younger, I didn't know if he had drank beer before and I didn't want to offer one to him if he simply felt pressured to have one. As I was placing this fresh case in my fridge, he asked me if it would be o.k. if he had one too. I was more than happy to oblidge.
We spent the next hour or two enjoying a couple beers and just talking. As the beer flowed, we found ouselves engaging in conversation that might otherwise have been difficult. We talked about girlfriends and some other generic likes and dislikes. Then boldly, I turned to conversation to something a little more provocative. I told him that I had hoped someday to be a professional masseuse because a lot of my friends told me that I gave great back rubs. He added that he had been skateboarding alot over the last few days and his muscles were really sore. Through some impromptu negotiating, we concluded that we would give each other massages.
We engaged in some pretty garden variety rub downs, but as the beer continued to flow, the areas that we chose to focus on, moved from typical areas of massage; to areas dangerously close to each other's genitals. Eventually, we found ourselves brushing against each other's obvious erections leaving enough room to allege this contact was unintentional. This went on for several minutes and just about the time where I thought he and I would move on to the next step, he announced he had forgotten he had to meet with this girl he was going out with. I was horrified! I thought I had pushed too far and he used this excuse as a means to get away from me. I offered to take him, but felt he would choose to go alone. Much to my surprise, he accepted my offer.
We arrived at the pre-determined meeting place and Matt jumped from my truck and went to meet this girl. I sat in my truck and watched the two of them talk. As I sat there, I began to think that I had perhaps pushed him too far with the massages and scared him away. I promised myself that I was going to appologize to him for the encounter and would swear to him that I wouldn't put him in a similar uncomfortible situation ever again. I didn't want to lose him over this.
He returned to my truck and after just a few seconds, I told him I was sorry for putting him in an awkward place and I would never do that to him again. Much to my surprise, he told me he was cool with the whole thing and I didn't need to worry. I confirmed with him that he was o.k. with what we had done and then suggested that since we were both probably pretty horny by now, that we could go back to my apartment and each of us would retreat to an isolated place and "do the deed". I told him that when we were done, we would meet back in my living room. Roughly four minutes after we had retreated to privacy, each of us returned to the living room.
We talked about the entire event after we returned back to the living room. Each of us seemed to feel obligated to tell the other that we had been very comfortible with what had happened that day. I was relieved and glad since I had been fearing that I had sealed our fate and thought he would never come around again.
At that point, he was feeling as comfortible with the event as I was and he then added that he had messed around with some of his friends and he was o.k. with that too. At this point, he told me he had to go home now, but he was looking forward to hanging around with me again. We agreed he would come back over in a couple days.
Those days passed pretty quickly. In fact, it was now Friday again and he got word to me that he wanted to hang out with me again that weekend. I was asked to come pick him up at home once I had completed work for that week. As we were pulling out of his driveway, he chose to initiate the subject by telling me that he didn't look at what we had done as being gay. He told me he was simply just a very horny guy and that he would do just about anything to get off.
At that point, I posed a hypothetical scenario that if we were to go back to my apartment and mess around, would he be o.k. with it. Without hesitation, he told me that if we went back to my apartment to fool around, he was be 100% willing to participate.