I awoke the next morning with the thought, where am I. Looking around I remembered the night before, even through my hangover headache. I quickly also realized, that I was not alone in bed, and far from it. I was laying on the right side of the bed where i'd gone to sleep, on my back, which was unusual. My right arm was up behind my head. My left arm was reached out, and I quickly realized where-around Gene, who was snuggled up next to me.
I realized I had lost my shirt in the night, as had he. Mine was on the floor next to me, his was presumably in the same spot on the other side. He was under the sheets now, facing me, his face next to me but a little lower by my neck. His left arm reached across me, his hand resting between my pecs. My left arm reached under his head and pillow, and his right arm did the same to mine. The front of his body was nestled up against my left side close. It was actually really cute, but I was also weirded out.
The sheets came up to my waist, and half way up his chest. From what I could see, he still had that beautiful body, but the sheets covered a lot of it. I then realized I had a straining morning wood and a very strong urge to piss. At that point I started to panic. I was worried that he would wake up, not remember coming on to me, and think I had done all this, try to beat me up or something. I reached down and lifted up the sheets to make sure my underwear was still on, being as my shirt was when I went to bed and well now, it wasn't. They were, and I was able to distinguish that his were too.
I had to pee something fierce, but had no idea how I was going to get out of this without waking him up. I slowly slid his hand off of me and tried to inch away. As if he knew in his sleep what I was trying to do, gene rolled off of me and onto his back, leaving me able to get out of bed, which I did quietly. I hopped out of bed, a half sized morning wood poking out the front of my underwear. I relieved myself and went back to the room, where Gene was now on the edge of the bed facing the wall. I slid in also on the edge, trying to keep my distance, peering at the clock. 8:30, still pretty early. I reached down and picked up my t-shirt and put it back on before laying down and falling back to sleep.
I awoke again a bit later, this time knowing where I was. I was laying on my left side this time, and I noticed quickly that Gene wasn't in bed. The clock said just before 11. I was looking around the room just kind of observing, not sure if Gene was just in the bathroom or what. I then noticed a pair of gym shorts laid out near the foot of the bed. I sat up and saw his boxers from the night before on the floor, and the one dresser drawer was open, so at this point I presumed he was up.
I got out of bed and slid on the gym shorts, being perhaps a bit presumptuous that they were for me, but it seemed a bit obvious. The door to the room was closed nearly all the way but not quite. As soon as I opened it I could smell food from downstairs. I made my way down to the kitchen where I found Gene at the stove.
"Mornin' sleepyhead!" he said as I made my way in. "What are you doing?" I asked, a bit in awe. "Making us breakfast," he said matter of factly. "Sit, its almost ready." I sat at the table, watching him with his back towards me at the stove. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a white wife beater. I studied his exposed upper arms, which were clearly a bit beefier than I'd remembered. He also seemed to fill out the skin tight shirt more than I remember, but not in a way that he seemed fat, but rather more bulked up. His biceps had definitely grown from the pictures of the skinny little twink type he's posted on myspace so long ago.
After a few minutes he turned around and placed some scrambled eggs onto a platter on the table, followed by sausage and waffles from the toaster. "What do you want to drink?" he asked as he opened the fridge. "Uh, milk is fine," I said. He poured a good sized glass for me, and a similar sized glass of OJ for himself. He began to serve himself, and motioned for me to do the same. I helped myself to what I wanted and we began to eat. We talked about the night before, how hammered he'd been and all. He said he had some blank spots so I decided to avoid entirely the whole kissing me and tempting me thing, but I guess I wouldn't be so lucky.
"I just wanted to let you know," he trailed off, taking another bite of food. "Yeah?" I asked. I wasn't entirely sure where this was going. "That stuff I said last night?" "About what?" playing dumb always wins. Right? "Oh please, you know what I mean," he said chewing his food. At this point I had kinda lost my appetite and was just poking over my food with my fork. "I doubt you forgot that I kissed you." Damn, I guess he did remember that part. "Oh, don't worry about it, you were drunk, shit happens," I tried to brush it off. "I meant it," he said. He had stopped eating, holding his fork in his hand over his plate. He was chewing still but looking at me very intently.
"Oh...kay," I said. I didn't know how to react to be honest. "I realize this isn't exactly conventional," he started. I still said nothing. "Look, your...well, offer last year, it made me think a lot," he said. "About what?" "Well, messing around with guys I guess," he said. He put his fork down and rested his forearms on the table now. I was still playing with my food like a five year old. "I guess I should explain."
"Even before you asked me that, I had been a bit curious about guys but never really found anyone I felt I could trust or that felt mutually attracted to me. When you approached me, I had a girl friend and you knew that and I wasn't going to cheat, and I had never done anything with a guy before, but it made me think about it more. Then I went off to the army. They have a don't ask don't tell policy, I'm sure you know but that doesn't mean a whole lot."
"What happened?" I asked. "Well, being couped up for six weeks with no action, a guy gets pretty horny pretty easy. Your dick gets stiff at the thought of any hole willing to take it." "I can imagine," I said with a soft chuckle. "Well, a few times I was late in the showers and it would be myself and one other guy who was known to be gay. I caught him checking me out and long story short, I let him suck me off. Did that a few times, never did anything else but I wanted to." "So you liked it?" I asked. "Yeah, it was kinda cool, and made me think about it some. I just didn't want to do it in the army you know."
"Makes sense," I said taking a sip of my milk. "So I'm just kinda...here for you to experiment with," I said. "Well when you put it like that..." he said, cracking a smile. "I don't mean to make it sound like I want to use you for sex, I just thought since you offered..." "No it's cool." I said. "So, all you've done with a guy is get a blow job? You never did...anything for someone?" "Nope," he said. "But I think I want to." "Ok, well what did you have in mind?" I asked. "I have no idea," he replied, looking down. Now he was fumbling with his silverware. Was it possible he was nervous? "I was hoping you would."
"Well, as you may remember, my offer was only for what you've already done," I said. Suddenly it dawned on me. "You want to do something right now?" I asked. He looked up at me with an innocent look. "Well, we are both here by ourselves," he led of before flashing a sheepish grin. This was almost too much. "Well what exactly do you want to do?" I asked. "I really don't know," he said. "So if I took you up stairs right now you wouldn't have anything to do?" I said. I felt like an idiot asking so many questions but I wanted things to be clear.
"Yeah!" he said. "Geez, wanna ask me again?" I smiled, a bit embarrassed. I thought for a minute, Gene becoming increasingly nervous, he must have thought I'd turn him down or something. "All right, look. You're right, I want to do this. But if you have no idea what you want to try, it'll just be awkward. If I had my way, I'd drop to my knees and suck you off right now, but that's all I really want and you want more. So let's do this. Think about it and figure it out. Take a few days if you want, then let me know." He looked a little disappointed, but those puppy dog eyes weren't going to change my mind. "Well, I do know one thing," he said. "What's that?" "I want to kiss you again." I smiled. "Ok, that I can do. But only if I can do something." "What's that?" he said growing a devilish grin. I stood up and he did as well and we met next to the table. He leaned into me, our faces close, and I closed the gap, our lips meeting.
This time I didn't fight it, our tongues instantly coming out from between our lips and meeting each other. My hands moved to the small of his back, and his to my upper back, one finding its way to the back of my head, pulling me closer. It was possibly the greatest kiss I'd ever had and I wanted to enjoy it a moment longer before I ruined it. It was passionate, almost the kind you share with someone when you don't want to share it with anyone else so long as you live. I sensed that he wanted to break soon, so I went for the kill. I moved my hand around to the front of his body to the front of his shorts. I quickly slid my hand across the front until I found what I was looking for. My fingers grazed his cock under the satin finish, and I realized he wasn't wearing underwear beneath the shorts. I reached my hand up under his junk and grabbed his balls before moving up and latching onto his dick.
His body tensed, his lips closing against mine but not breaking away. Finally I let go of his dick, and he broke the kiss. "Sure you don't want to do this now?" he asked. "Only if you know what you want,' I said with a smile. He thought for a moment then shook his head no. "Bastard," I said. "I know," he replied with a big grin. His cock was firming up in his pants and it was starting to show, and it was starting to get me hard too. Even if he wasn't hard when I felt him what I held wasn't small. My own cock was restrained by my underwear but it was showing enough. We were still close to each other, and Gene looked down at our bulging pants, running his hand over my dick and lightly squeezing it once before letting go. I smiled.
"I should probably get going," I said, a sheepish smile spreading across my face.. We were still standing in front of each other. He looked a bit disappointed but agreed. "Ok," he said, leaning in and once again placing his lips on mine, gently this time. I almost didn't want it to end. I wanted to take him up stairs and show him everything he was missing, but I already knew I'd get my wish in good time.