So, I will admit that I was more than a little surprised when brian called. Let me rephrase that. I was surprised he called so quickly. See, with these "sorta straight" guys, I find they need a little bit of time to figure out what their feelings mean. Then they call. It almost always goes nowhere, but this time it did. You'll see.
We compared our schedules and Saturday afternoon looked good. "Do you wanna meet for a drink or something?" He asked. That sounded fine to me. "You pick the place, Brian." "You sure?", he asked. I laid my cards on the table. "Yeah, I'm sure. If I pick the place, you're gonna think it's too gay and you're gonna freak out and either cancel or pull some shit to get out of it. But if YOU pick, well, now it's on you. " Then I laughed. "You think I could pass for straight?" I knew that question would make him uncomfortable, and I wanted him to "suffer" a little bit. After a while, he began to stutter out and answer, but before he finished, I laughed. "You better say NO Brian. Hell, I'm three times better looking than you, I'm in better shape than you, and if you're straight well..." I'm 45 years old and I figured Brian was maybe in his early 30s. (He turned out to be 32). With the little bit of experience he had, I figured he wouldn't get angry about that.
"Ok, Kyle. No, you'd never pass for straight." I wanted to say, "neither would you," but I let it pass at that time. "Find a place and then let me know. " The next morning, he texted me with a small place that was closer to my residence than his. He suggested brunch and a drink. I remember my response was "BRUNCH? I thought straight guys ate lunch and GAY guys ate brunch." He answered back with "LOL. OK, you eat brunch, I'll eat lunch." Again, I restrained my desire to write what I wanted to, which was "sweetie, we'll BOTH be eating brunch." I just wrote back that the time and place were find and I'd see him there.
There's a stereotype about gay guys and being on time. It's just that. In my experience, and certainly personally, we're always on time. I got to the restaurant at 1:30, which was the time Brian suggested. As I spoke with the hostess, I heard a voice: "KYLE! BACK HERE." I followed his voice. I wasn't surprised. He was in the back -- almost as far back as you could get. I smiled and told the hostess that my "date" was already there. She smiled. "Yes, it's a good thing you got here. He's been here fifteen minutes, and if you stood him up, I was gonna ask him out." I laughed and decided it wasn't worth making a joke of.
I don't know if Brian had asked for help in getting dressed, or if he just looked frumpy in his business clothes because, well, the boy looked HOT. He had on a snug fitting polo with big, alternating horizontal stripes: sort of like a rugby shirt but with short sleeves, and a pair of jeans that seemed to fit him REAL well. Now that I saw his arms, I thought: "former college jock. Stopped working out when he started working." The boy had guns that still showed muscle but needed work. The shirt was too dark to see his aureoles, but those nips pointed out and my favorite part on a man's body -- the place where belly meets pants -- just looked like it was begging to be played with.
He gave me a big smile. "Kyle! Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure you would." I shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, a handsome guy asks me out? I'm there. " He blushed for the first time that day. "I think I've been here once or twice. But not in a while. You come here often?" He shook his head. "I usually call in food. I'm not much of a socializer." We ordered drinks and food, and then he smiled. "So, one of the reasons I wanted to meet up, Kyle, was because I want to apologize to you." Now, that one surprised me. "Apologize? For what?" Brian took a deep breath. "Well, I overreacted when you took my picture. I mean, I should have been flattered. A built guy like you thinks I'm attractive enough to photograph, and I get pissed off about it? That's really stupid." I shook my head. "Forget it. I think people sometimes get freaked out. They can't handle it if they're getting an implicit compliment." He showed his inexperience with the next question. "So, have you used the photos yet?" I think he was trying to get me off balance. It didn't work. "Just two of them. No, three. The first one, the one of you posed like a hooker, and the one where you pointed out your nips. That one is my favorite. I think I used it about five times.
"FIVE TIMES? It's not even a week and, well..." I cocked my head. "Well, what?"
"I mean, you're an older guy than I am and, if you, well, " he lowered his voice "jerked off five times already, I mean...that's more than I have."
"Did you use your copy of the photos?"
"NO!" He said it loud enough for people to notice. "I mean, sort off."
"I don't understand. What does sort off mean?" And he blushed again. "I didn't really use the photos but, I imagined someone doing stuff to me when I was in those positions, and..."
"Someone?" I asked. This was beginning to get interesting.
"Ok. You." I sat back in my chair. "Well, isn't THAT interesting, Brian. I'm not sure what you could imagine, though."
"You know, you keep on thinking I'm a virgin. I'm not."
"Oh, I know you're not a virgin, but you're a gay virgin."
"If you mean no one's ever put his cock into me, you're right. But..." I smiled and folded my arms. "Do tell." He shuffled in his seat a little and he wouldn't look at me when he told the story.
"I rowed for the crew team at college," he began, and then the fairly good shape made more sense. "And we were all pretty tired, almost all of the time, between school and practice and meets. None of us really had time to date or flirt or do anything."
"But you were all always horny. You were college kids." He shook his head yes. "You know, it wasn't that long ago that I was a college kid, Brian. I remember the horny years." He smiled a little. "Well, there was one guy on the squad -- Connor was his name. Big guy, reddish brown hair, green eyes and we sorta hit it off. I mean, the crew team hung out together a lot, but when the team wasn't hanging out, we spent more of our time together. "
"Probably moaning about how you weren't getting any pussy." He blushed again. "Yeah, there was a lot of that. Well, one night we wound up in one of our rooms. I don't remember if it was his or mine, and he said, "I am SO FUCKING HORNY if I don't bust a nut, I'm gonna go wild." I was feeling the same way so when he asked "you wanna join me, Brian?" I said I did. I thought we'd be doing something like standing in the bathroom, jerking in the toilet but, he pointed to the bed. "Drop your shorts, Brian. Pick a side. Left or right. "
"So you lay down next to each other and jerked each other off?" He shook his head no. "Not that time. That time we each did ourselves. And that's what we did for a while -- I mean, we'd make it a regular thing after practice and dinner. We'd go back to one of our places for a `study date,' and get our rocks off. One time I had my hand on my shaft, and he reached over, took it, and put it on his dick. "Do me, stud" he said, and as I started, he moaned "fuck yeah" and reached over for mine." He paused. "I got freaked out for a minute but, he was good. I think he was way better than I was and, well, I came so hard and moaned so loud, he said if I didn't calm down next time, he'd have to gag me." I imagined Brian gagged and damn it; I was getting hard.
"How long did it go on?" I asked. "Well, that was senior year, and when we graduated, he moved back to the Northwest. I heard from him for a while, and then after he got married, I didn't get any more letters." He looked sad at that. I took a risk and covered his hand with mine. "That must have been tough." His voice was sad "It was. Not so much because of the jerking but, after a few times, what we'd do after we were both finished was hug each other."
"You cuddled, " I added. "Yeah. That was the best part. I'd feel him next to me, and sometimes he'd play with my hair, or I'd play with his." Then Brian stopped. "BUT WE NEVER DID ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT, SO..."
"Hey, hey, big man, you were intimate with each other. That's the hardest part. I mean, when you get right down to it" I looked at him. "You've gone further than that with women, right?"
"A few times," he said defensively.
"Well, really, the rest is just sort of like driving a car or using a computer. It's mechanical." Now I paused. "You've never had the feeling you had with Connor again, have you?" He looked ready to cry again. "No, never. Not with any woman." I sighed. I was about to do something that I hoped I didn't regret. I figured it was safe to do it: he had just given me a lot of information, we were in a public space, and I could defend myself if things got touchy.
"I'm not sure this is the right thing to suggest, Brian, but you'd be surprised how many gay guys like cuddling, as much as or more than sex. I don't know if I can ever replace Connor, but, well, I give good cuddle." He looked confused when he looked at me.
"Cuddling? Like I just talked about? Without fucking?" I laughed. "Brian, trust me. Putting my dick inside you is far from my mind (not really true, but what the hell). You don't want it and putting your dick in someone who doesn't want it: that's rape. I don't rape guys." Then I teased him. "Now, of course, if you wanted it..."
"NO! I don't! I don't even wanna jerk off." I looked straight at him. "You just wanna be held." Now he did cry a little. "Yeah. I think that's it. "
Now, readers, you can well imagine that maybe SOME guys want to hug and do nothing more, but there's always something else that you can figure out to do. I kept my cards to myself, and I said "Tell you what. My place is just about three streets from here. Let's go over. We can do it anyway you want. I think there's a college football game on -- and important one..." He interrupted me.
"How big is your TV?" I laughed. "You ARE straight, aren't you? That's not the first question a gay guy would ask about when it came to size. But I'm trying to remember. When I bought it my friend Amy said I was a size queen, because it was 50 inches." His eyes got big. I imagined he was thinking "cuddling, and the game on a 50-inch screen. I'm down for it. " And he was. He looked at his watch. "Game starts in an hour. Could we?" I smiled. "You wish is my command," thinking that soon, MY wish would be HIS command.
I was as subtle as I could when we walked back to my place. I wasn't going to put a future with this handsome boy at risk, but I DID want a look at his ass. It was fine. His dress pants didn't show it all that well, but that could be fixed (and eventually, it was). His shirt was giving me a good show of his nips, and I've mentioned his arms. I haven't mentioned his lips. They looked very thick and very soft. I imagined my cock going past them into his mouth, but I also thought about kissing them. "Are you cold?" he asked when I shivered from the thought. Now, I was the one who blushed? "No, just must have been someone walking on my grave," I joked.
"That's creepy," he said. "One of your old boyfriends?" He joked and I responded, "You know, we passed three of them on the way over." He stopped. "Three in ten minutes!" I laughed. "Yeah, I'm a slut. I'm looking for someone to make an honest man out of me, but...that's a story for another day.
I live in a brownstone house, not an apartment. When I pulled out my keys, Brian was surprised. "You live HERE? This is the biggest house around?" I smiled. "I live here, but the house isn't mine. Just the first floor. A nice inheritance, a really smart financial planner, and a few years of serious savings, and it's mine." I had six rooms and a bath and a half. "Take a look around. I'm gonna go get drinks. You can see where the sofa and the TV are. What do you drink?" He gave me a look. "Don't try to get me drunk, Kyle." I thought: oh, sweetie, I'm not gonna need to," but I said, "you want soda instead?" He laughed. "Beer?" I rolled my eyes. "Of course, beer. Straight boy. Jock. Right." He laughed and looked around. "I gotta pee before I sit down." He smiled and I said "I don't do creepy things like cruise guys in bathrooms. I'll be waiting for you when you're done. Make sure you aim for the bowl." I sat down on the corner of the sofa. He seemed to be taking a long time. "Everything ok, Brian?" I yelled in. "Yeah, fine, just.... Nervous I guess."
"We can call this off you know. Or you can sit somewhere other than the sofa. " He walked out, smiling. I could tell that the piss hadn't dropped his erection that much. "Nope. Looking forward to it." I had turned the television on. He sat down next to me, took a sip of his beer, and snuggled into the space my armpit made. I put my arm around his shoulder, and said "get closer. " He answered "Yes, Sir" and then laughed. "Just gotta keep you excited."
Well, he almost purred as he sat there. He whispered once "this is nice." His eyes were closed, and he was smiling. Then I took a risk. And it paid off. My arm was over his shoulder, and I dropped my hand, so that my thumb began to brush his nipple. "HEY! What're you doing?" He sounded a little panicked, but he didn't try to get away. "You want me to stop?" I kept rubbing his nip. He took a deep breath. "I never felt anything like this. It feels.... OH FUCK IT FEELS GOOD." (Want to know if a guy is straight or gay? Ask him if he ever plays with his nipples. You'll get the answer 9 times out of ten). I just kept on stroking, and he was moaning, drooping a little on the sofa. "What are you doing to me?" I just whispered "Making you feel good, Brian. You like how that feels?"
He sucked in a deep breath. "Yeah, I do. I can't describe it, it's like nothing....OH SHIT" I had gone from stroking that nip with my thumb to squeezing it . His voice was high. "DAMN. That shit feels so...." I whispered "You're getting a woody Brian. You want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare. GEEZ I never felt anything like this." I whispered into his ear. "It feels even better when you're tied up, stud", and he just gave a big moan, followed by another "OH FUCK." "I'm going to do something else, Brian. I'll stop if it's too much or you don't like it, but here goes." I moved my mouth to his ear, and I flicked my tongue in and out. "HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD" he yelled, and then moaned. "I never felt anything like this. "
"But do you like it, Brian?" I asked. He took my hand, and he put it on his crotch. "Can you tell?" I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I can. " I moved my mouth away from his ear. "Now, I don't want to rush you, I'm just suggesting this. If you're on your back on the bed, I'll do this. Just this. And I bet you'll like it even more." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
"You won't do anything else?" Not a thing. I may say some things to you, but if anything else physical happens, you'll instigate it. "
"I don't know how it could feel better, but shit yeah, let's do it." I kept my arm around his shoulder, and I led him to the bedroom. He freaked a little when he saw that there were restraints at the corner of my bed, and at the center of the headboard. "Not for today, Brian. Maybe not ever. Lay down. On your back." I saw him smile when he did. I explained that I was going to straddle him at first and have a better angle at his nipple. That's when I began playing with both of them, through his shirt. I'm a big guy and he squirmed, but he couldn't move.
"You want me to stop, Brian? If you do, you have to get me off you." He grinned at the challenge, grunted, and tried to buck me off. I squeezed both of his nipples, and he fell back. "DAMN. I feel as weak as a kitten when you do that."
"And as horny as a weasel." He laughed. I was tempted to ask him to slip his hands through my restraints and in retrospect, I'm glad I didn't. "Mind if I push up your shirt, handsome? Flesh on flesh?"
"Dude, go for it. I am fucking LOVING this. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" I had his shirt pushed up and I began using my thumbs. "How come straight guys don't know about this?" He asked. "Well, now maybe you can give classes. Now let me get those ears." I stretched out on top of him, and I got his left ear in my mouth as I toyed with his right nipple. "How's it feel, Brian? You're totally in my control, and..."
"Just don't stop, Kyle, don't." He began licking his lips. I was dying to kiss him, but not without him asking.
"I'm going to introduce you to one more thing tonight, Brian. One more body part you guys don't know is sensitive. I moved my nose to his neck. "OH SHIT NO. I know about that. Don't touch that. NO. It makes me crazy." I chuckled, squeezed his nip, he said, "OH FUCK" and then I dug in. The tight ass who was pissed at me taking his picture was like putty. Moaning, squirming, and then...
I hadn't been paying attention to Brian's hard on because mine was raging, but he was getting closer and closer to the point where he wouldn't be able to stop. His scream was one where I was glad my upstairs neighbors were on vacation. He was crying, moaning, and trying to hug me, harder and harder. I was waiting because, well, I could because of experience, and also because I knew that sometimes, these things could go south really fast. I thought that's where this encounter was going. After hugging me for nearly five minutes, Brian began to loosen his grip. "Let me up, Kyle. Let me up."
"OK. Is everything ok?"
"Just let me up. Please." I rolled to the side, and he sat up right away. "I have to go and get cleaned up and get going." He dashed from the bedroom to the bathroom, and I heard the water running. "SHIT!" I thought to myself. "I went too fast. Again." I was really worried. He came out of the bathroom and what he said surprised me.
"Connor was always the one who came first. You haven't. Didn't you enjoy yourself?" I relaxed. "Brian, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in ages. But this was about you. Waking up some parts of you. Am I hard? You wanna feel?" I thought I'd get a smart assed no, but he groped me. His voice dropped. "Can I take care of that for you?" I thought I would cry. "You want to give me a hand job, Brian?" He gulped, and his face reddened. "No. I mean, pardon the pun, I'll suck at it, but...can I suck you?" I sat down on the bed next to him and ran my hand through his hair. "Not today, bud. Just finish me off. Use your hand. You're over excited and you'll be upset afterward. Trust me. He sighed. "I really wanna suck you." I answered "And I really want you to suck me. But not now. " He shrugged his shoulders. "OK, but I want to reciprocate." I dropped my jeans, and he got to work.
Well, his technique was rusty. And crude. But he was sincere. I would never have gotten off from the way he was manhandling my dick, but I just imagined having him tied up, my cock in his ass, him begging for more, and then, I released. I smiled.
"Know what straight boy? You did GREAT today. Any man would be delighted to have you in his bed." He gulped. "You want me to spend the night?" Again, I said "Not quite yet. But soon."
I walked him back home. When we got to his building he said "I feel like I should do something like kiss you. I never had an afternoon like this. " I was touched. "Cheeks, ok, bud? I'll be honest. If I kiss you on the lips, I may need to come upstairs with you and do more. And you're not ready for that. Neither am I."
I admit I DID want to leave him wanting more, but I also recalled, like the wicked witch said, "these things must be done DELICATELY." Delicacy was not my strong suit, but for Brian, I could learn.