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THE RIGHT TIME
by M.J. McLean
Part 2
Someone with more experience -- that is to say pretty much any gay guy on the planet over 16 -- would
have known not to read too much into the e-mail. I didn't know and I decided I was having my first gay
drama.
I was already on my last nerve when I signed on the computer. I'd spent the day navigating the DMV,
registering my red Tercel and obtaining an Arizona driver's license. I had to run the car through a smog
check, which meant nearly two hours in line, and then I had to find the DMV office to get the plates -- one
line, 55 minutes -- and the license -- separate line, 1 hour, 20 minutes.
As if that weren't enough, the photo sucked, something the clerk failed to see as she refused my
plea for retakes.
So the e-mail caught me at a bad time, but I probably took it too seriously anyway.
Nic,
I wanted to drop you a note before I left for my folks' place. I loved talking to you
on the phone the other night -- I haven't felt thatgood about someone new in a
really long time. But I felt weird about what happened at the end. I know I shoudn't.
I know I started it, but I don't want to do anything that would complicate us being
friends. I hope you're not too freaked out about it. I won't lie -- I've, um, had phone sex
before, but always with someone I didn't know. Please don't take this wrong, but I really
want us to be friends and I'm not ready for anything more. I have too much to do. I hope
you're OK about all this.
We'll talk more Monday.
Mitch
Shit. I don't know if I thought our hot talk session was going to go further, but I guess I probably hoped it would. Maybe I was too focused on getting some. I knew I wanted a friend, but Mitch is cute and we have a lot in common and he got off on my fantasy and yeah, I guess I was already thinking about china patterns, which is such a rookie mistake.
Nevertheless, I took it badly. Went into a funk Friday night. Bought some gin and tonic and mixed a
few drinks, which were so strong that I fell asleep before midnight.
Saturday morning dawned in the sort of fuzz that, as a new drinker, I wasn't prepared for. I popped
aspirin for a while and watched TV until nearly two. Sometime after that, I went shopping for food, kitchen
supplies, a decent shower curtain and, after two or three false starts, condoms, which I tried to hide in
the basket.
I moped through dinner and tried to watch TV, but I was restless I felt like I needed to do something. I
logged on to the computer and spent an hour or so cruising chat rooms and reading profiles. Then I heard
the familiar ping.
"Hey, howzit going dude?" wrote REDDY4U. "Whatcha lookin' for?"
I clicked on his profile. He claimed to be 20, a student, 5-10, 160, blonde and blue, inexperienced
looking for same to explore.
"Hiya. Just kickin' back. What're you doing?"
"Same. Horny as hell dude. You got a pic?"
He may be inexperienced, but he wasn't shy. I paused and my heart beat faster. I could think of a
dozen reasons to take this slowly, but the only thing I could hear in my head was: 'I could have sex
tonight!'
"Hold on," I said. "Mine for yours?" We traded e-mails and, for the second time, I sent out a naked
picture of myself to a stranger.
His arrived. I opened it. He looked like his profile. Cute as hell, kinda long hair, really smooth and a hard dick that I figured I could get to know.
"U'r hot, dude," REDDY4U wrote. "Like the hairy chest. You wanna hook up?"
Again, not shy. "You're hot too. Like the smooth body. You really as new to this as you say?"
"Yeah. U?"
"Same here. Not much." I decided not to say how little not much was. I took a deep breath, listed
another dozen reasons why this was a bad idea, several of which involved Mitch, and typed: "You got a place or u wanna come over here."
"Got roommates. U alone?"
"Yeah. You wanna?" My heart raced now. I was nearing the point of no return. I was about to close
the window and log out, but instead, I typed in my address and directions.
"I can be there in 20," he said. "U ready?"
I breathed deeply. "I will be."
For the next 20 minutes, I paced around the apartment, straightening up, making the bed, putting
the condoms in the drawer. After 25 minutes, I decided I'd been stood up and I was heading for the gin when I heard the knock on the door. I took another breath and opened it.
"Hey, I'm Shane. Don't know if I told you." He held out his hand. He was as cute as his picture, which
meant he was already ahead of a lot of guys. He wore a white t-shirt, khaki shorts and sandals.
"I'm Nic. C'mon in, Shane."
We stood for a minute, saying nothing. We were both nervous. Finally, I asked Shane if he wanted
something to drink and then fetched us both a diet Coke. Score another one. We sat on the couch for a
minute and made small talk.
"So you wanna get started?" Shane asked finally. Wow, I thought, so this is how it goes.
I leaned over clumsily and kissed him. He kissed me back shyly and ran his hand down my arm. I reached over and pulled him closer and kissed him again. I wasn't sure he liked it. I smiled. "Just let me know what you want to do," I said.
"Maybe we could get naked," Shane suggested. He reached over and undid one of my shirt buttons, then
pulled his arm back nervously. I decided to take charge a little. I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and
slowly shrugged it off. I took his hand and put it on my chest. He left it there for a moment and pulled it away again.
I reached over and tried pulling his t-shirt up. He quickly pulled it off himself and then sat nervously.
OK. Here goes. I stood and undid the button on my pants, then slowly unzipped them. I smiled as I pushed
them to the floor. I stood in my black boxer briefs. Despite Shane's reluctance, I was getting hard. I
reached into my shorts and adjusted my cock. I closed my eyes as I squeezed it. I heard Shane gasp a little.
"You OK?" I asked. He nodded quickly, staring at me. He made no move for his pants, so I put my hands on my hips and slowly lowered my shorts, stepping out of them so I was naked. I fluffled my cock a little and walked closer to Shane. I pulled him to his feet and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him again. I put his hand on my cock.
He recoiled quickly and backed up a little with a scared look on his face.
"I'm sorry, dude, maybe I wasn't ready for this. I'm sorry."
I sighed a little. "Have you ever been with a guy?" I asked. He shook his head. "Ever touched another
guy's cock before?" He shook his head again. I suddenly felt so very naked. "OK, that's OK. You
wanna, um, just jack off together?" I stroked myself, trying to maintain the erection.
He hesitated, then finally nodded. He struggled to undo his shorts, then shoved them down, with his
briefs. He was mostly hard. He had a nice looking cock and I almost ached to touch it. I sat in the chair
opposite him and began to stroke my cock with one hand, rubbing my chest and stomach with the other.
"C'mon, Shane, you're one hot stud. Let's see you stroke your dick," I said. He was slow to react, but
sat down and began stroking. He grew hard quickly. We watched each other stroke. I slowly walked toward him, sat down next to him and continued to stroke myself.
"You look so hot like that dude," I said. Shane smiled a little. "Can I?" I slowly reached over. He
moved his hand and let me take his cock. It jumped a little as I began to stroke it. He closed his eyes and
didn't object when I moved his hand onto my cock. He stroked me. God, it felt good, but not much different
than the massage a few nights ago.
I decided to take one more chance. I leaned over and before Shane realized what was happening, I licked
the head of his cock. My first taste of manmeat. I felt the salty precum on my tongue and was about to
wrap my lips around the head when Shane gently pushed me back.
"I'm sorry dude, not that. I can't."
I looked up at him. He had a pained look on his face. "OK, don't worry dude, it's OK."
"Can I just ... um ... you know, watch you finish?" he said with an embarrassed look. "I've never seen a
guy shoot before, you know, in person."
"You wanna shoot with me?" I asked as I resumed stroking my cock. He shook his head and covered his
cock with his hands. I nearly kicked him out, but decided, what the hell, if he wanted a show ...
I stood in front of him with my legs spead slightly. I stroked my cock. I rubbed my chest and
then reached around and rubbed my ass. I eased one finger into my ass and pushed. I winced a little, then remembered to relax. I pushed farther and suddenly felt a jolt. My cock throbbed. I stroked faster. Shane was transfixed. He was also hard again.
"Oh, this feels good, dude. I love watching you watch me," I said. I stroked and pushed my finger in
my ass again. I felt chills. I stroked and pushed and closed my eyes, trying to picture Shane standing
behind me, his arms wrapped around me, his hard cock pushed against my ass. I imagined him squeezing my nipples as he pressed his dick into my asshole.
My hips bucked as I imagined the cock slipping in. He began to fuck me, slowly, in rhythm with my
stroking. I imagined his balls against my ass as he pushed his cock into me, then out again. I stroked
faster and moaned as I imagined the cock in my ass. Finally, my hips bucked once more and I began to come. I imagined I turned to see Shane as he came with me, but instead, I saw Mitch.
I opened my eyes. I'd splashed cum on the floor and a little on Shane's leg. He was stroking himself now,
his eyes closed, his hand moving quickly up and down his hard-on. His legs were spread and I could see his balls and his ass as he stroked. Without warning, he began to shoot.
When he was finished, Shane tried to mop up the cum with his black 2(x)ist briefs, then stood up, naked except for his sandals, a sight that turned me on. He pulled on his shorts and t-shirt quickly and turned to go.
"Maybe another time," I said.
"Yeah, maybe," he replied. He left. I turned and spotted his cum-soaked briefs on the floor. I picked them up and opened the door, calling his name into the night. He was gone and I realized I was standing in the door naked, with a still half-hard cock, so I closed it. I was going to toss the underwear, but instead, took them to the bedroom and tossed them in the hamper. No use wasting a good pair of designer shorts.
I fell onto the comforter, still naked, unsatisfied, just as frustrated as before and wondering how I could feel like I'd cheated on someone who didn't want me. I fell alseep and didn't wake up until three the next morning. I took a quick shower, then climbed into bed. Maybe next time.
TO BE CONTINUED