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THE RIGHT TIME by M.J. McLean Part 3
I blinked, once, twice, a third time. He was in the other line at the deli, but not so far away that I couldn't see his face. Dark, wavy hair, dimples, green eyes, drop-dead smile ... but it couldn't be, not here, not today. It was too much of a coincidence.
The first morning of my first real job was filled with introductions and computer training and more introductions, to people whose names I forgot quickly. When it was time for lunch, several co-workers suggested the deli in the old mall next door, so I followed them over.
That was when I spotted the guy who I would have sworn was Mitch, someone I'd never even met. I must have been staring, because when the guy turned, he caught me and looked back. He cocked his head a little, then smiled and shook his head. He broke out of line and approached me.
"It's not possible, I know, not here, but tell me something," he said. "Is your name Nic?"
I was floored. "Only if yours is Mitch," I said.
"Oh. My. God," Shane said. "This is too wild. Where do you work?"
I nodded in the direction of my building.
"No way!" he said. "I work in that one, across Central. We're neighbors! Can you believe it? Do you have lunch plans?"
"Um, I thought I'd get something here," I said, as the line reached the counter. "You wanna join me?"
We ate lunch together. We chatted that evening on the phone. We ate lunch every day that week and talked most nights. We never mentioned the phone sex incident, or his e-mail and I never mentioned Shane, but we became friends quickly, close friends.
By the weekend, we made plans to see a movie, then went shopping. We spent more and more time together and even though I still thought he was hot and some part of me -- yeah, that part -- wanted more, I decided having a close, best friend might be better than anything else.
We did wind up talking about sex and about how we were both eager to find someone. Those conversations were uncomfortable and infrequent, but we promised we'd tell each other if we found an opportunity. I wondered if I would.
Mitch also talked a lot about his coming out, about who he'd tell first and how he planned to tell his parents before they came to visit for Christmas. He was scared, but I reassured him that it would probably go much smoother than he thought.
It turned out I was right. I was cleaning up dinner on a Friday evening, waiting to hear from Mitch about a movie we'd planned to see, when I heard a frantic knocking at the door. I opened it and there stood a jubilant Mitch.
"I'm out! I'm out! I'm out! I'm so damn happy I could kiss you!" Mitch said and he did just that, planting a mostly chaste kiss on me. "I'm so out!"
I waited for him to finish, then said: "So, what's up, dude? Anything new?"
He burst into laughter and hugged me again. "I take it that's good news," I said.
Mitch walked past me and grabbed a diet Coke from the fridge. He popped it open and perched on a bar stool. "I e-mailed three of my best friends last night and told them. I wrote really long letters, longer than I needed to, and I went on and on about how if they didn't accept me, that was OK, but I was moving on, blah, blah, blah."
He sucked down half the soda. "So today I log on, not expecting to hear from them all this soon and there they were. All three replied already. And all three said, 'hey, no biggie, so you're gay, that's cool, do you know the Queer Eye guys, my kitchen needs work.' Or something like that. They're totally OK, Nic, totally OK. I'm out and I survived!"
He downed the rest of the soda and giggled. "I need to celebrate. Let's go out dancing!"
Of all the things we'd done in recent weeks, dancing was not one of them. We ventured into a couple of gay bars, but didn't spend much time. This was something new. And I was ready.
I told him to give me a few minutes to change and when I was ready -- he insisted he was dressed to go -- we headed out. We made our way to a club not far from downtown that the local magazine recommended for dancing.
The bass line rumbled as we made our way inside. We ordered drinks and sat down. The drinks went quickly and we ordered two more and drained those.
"Time to dance, dude!" Mitch said with a wide grin. "Time to celebrate my, um, coming out-ness." Mitch was already feeling the alcohol. We were both lightweights when it came to drinking. We found a corner of the floor and joined the crowd. I felt the music work its way through me, just as the alcohol did. We gyrated and twisted for a good 20 minutes before heading to the sidelines for a break. We downed two more drinks.
"More dancing," Mitch said, pulling me out. This time, he moved closer in to me, wrapping one hand around my waist as he thrust his hips, side to side, then forward and back. I tried to match his movements. We laughed as we got into it more. We were soon pressed against each other.
Mitch moved so he was behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist again, thrusting his hips to the beat.I realized I could feel him against my ass and I realized what I felt was his hard cock. I nearly pulled away, but he held on. All of a sudden, he bit my ear gently, then blew into it, then kissed it. "I'm so glad I had you when I came out. You made it so easy for me," he said. "You don't know what you mean to me."
We danced for a while longer, then moved over to the wall. We were both feeling the effects of three drinks. We were sweaty from the dancing. I leaned against the wall and Mitch moved to hug me, thanking me again. We leaned in and kissed me, this time not so chastely. I felt his tongue briefly on my lips, tasted the gin from his drinks. I didn't know what to do, but instinctively, I pushed my tongue gently toward his lips.
Before I knew it, we were kissing. Mitch pushed me against the wall and shoved his tongue toward mine. I briefly caught his tongue with my lips, then thrust my tongue past his lips. God: We were making out. Part of me wanted to stop this, to remind Mitch of his fear of losing a friend, but another part of me -- yeah, that part -- just wanted to kiss him.
Mitch broke away. He had a funny look on his face, then replaced it with a grin. Let's get out of here, OK? I'm tired. Let's go back to your place and watch TV."
He followed me home and we stumbled into the living room. I punched the TV on with the remote, but before I could find something to watch, Mitch fell onto the couch and kissed me again. This time, I slowed things down, resisted, but that seemed to encourage Mitch. He kissed me again, then started to fumble with my shirt buttons.
"I wanna see you naked, buddy. I'm out now and I wanna see a naked man!" I tried to stop him, but he slapped my hands away and got my shirt open. I let him push it over my shoulders and off my arms. He leaned down and bit a nipple, giggling.
"Looks just like your naked picture," he said laughing. He ran his fingers through the hair on my chest and then traced my treasure trail to my belt. He struggled with it, then unbuckled it. He pulled the belt out with an 'aha' then dove for the button on my pants. He undid it, pulled the zipper down and said, "up, up, up, off with the pants!"
I hesitated yet again, but he started tugging, so I raised my hips and let him pull the pants down. This was a mistake, but I still wanted it to happen. I sat on the couch in my white boxer briefs, my growing hard-on obvious.
Mitch traced my cock lightly with two fingers; I shivered a little. He ran his hand up my chest, then back down. His fingers eased their way under the waistband of the shorts. Mitch giggled as he squeezed my cock and pulled it up so it peeked over the top of the boxers.
"Time to see a naked man!" he cried. He pulled until I raised my hips again, allowing him to pull the shorts off. My breath caught, worried about what would happen. In spite of my nervousness, I was now hard. My cock waved in the air.
"You got me, sweetie," I said as seductively as I could. "Naked, naked, naked and hard for you. You wanna do something about it?" I stood up and grabbed my hard-on, stroking it a little. I reached out and grabbed Mitch, pulling his crotch toward mine. Suddenly his eyes widened and he pulled away.
"Omigod, what am I doing?" he said. "Omigod, Nic, I'm so sorry, so sorry, I'm so drunk and I was so excited and I didn't mean to do it, omigod, Nic, I'm sorry."
I didn't know what to say. "You didn't do anything to me I didn't want to do, Mitch. Don't be sorry."
"No, it's not time, it's not right, I shouldn't have gone this far. I don't want to ruin our friendship with this, I'm so sorry!"
Mitch looked for his shoes, which he'd taken off when we arrived, snatched them and beelined toward the door, leaving me confused and hurt. He turned, apologized again, and left.
I stood naked in the living room, my hard-on deflating. This was becoming a habit, me left naked by a fleeing man. I finally fell on the couch. I realized I was sobbing a little and that made me mad. I could have stopped him, should have. Now I may have lost my best friend.
I stumbled to bed, angry, confused, broken-hearted and, yes, still horny. That made me the angriest, that through all this, I still wanted to get laid.
I slept until noon Saturday, then moped around the house again. I thought about calling Mitch, but couldn't, not yet. He didn't call me, didn't e-mail me. Around five, I started cruising chat rooms, still upset, determined to forget what had happened.
This time I pinged someone else. His profile said he was 31 and that he liked younger, less-experienced guys. Said virgins were a turn-on. His stats sounded hot: Muscular, 6-2, 180, brown hair and eyes, shaved chest.
"Hey stud," I wrote. "I'm 24 and practically a virgin. Gotta pic if you want to see it." I couldn't believe I was being so forward, wasn't sure how he'd respond. He replied with an e-maill address. I sent a photo, he sent one back and after he confirmed twice that I was more or less a virgin, he gave me an address and told me he was ready when I was.
I thought about blowing him off, but instead, I took a quick shower, pulled on some khaki shorts, no underwear (a last-minute attempt at looking like less of a nerdy virgin) a tank-top and sandals and headed out the door. About 20 minutes later, I was knocking at a second-floor apartment.
Scott answered the door dressed similarly -- muscle t-shirt and shorts, bare-footed. His hair was a little tousled and he sported a 5 o-clock shadow. He grinned at me.
"You're hotter in person, stud, c'mon in," he said. "Have a seat. I'm finishing up a chat online."
Scott chatted for another 10 or 15 minutes. Once, I caught him rubbing his crotch. Finally, he finished. "You wanna beer?" he asked. I nodded. He pulled a couple from the fridge and handed me one as he sat down beside me. He reached over and rubbed my leg as he drank.
I was trying to figure out what to do when the phone rang. Scott answered it.
"Yeah, he's here ... yeah, he's hot," he said, winking at me. "... Totally, dude. Yeah, he says he is ... I think so ... for sure. You know where we are ... bye ..." He hung up. "Friend downstairs. Now ..."
Scott leaned in and without warning, kissed me. I felt his beard scratch my cheek and I felt chills. He grabbed my crotch and kissed me more deeply. I shivered a little. I think I was about to have full-on sex here!
"I wanna see you nekkid," Scott said with a leer. "Strip for me, OK?"
I hesitated a moment, wondering if I was going to wind up naked and alone again, but stood up anyway. I pulled off the tank top and tossed to to Scott, who sniffed it and grinned. "Now the shorts," he said. "Nice and slow."
I unbuttoned the shorts, unzipped them and lowered them just enough to expose my bush. I turned around and let them drop, giving Scott a view of my ass. I stroked my cock a few times to get it harder and then turned around in all my, uh, glory.
"No underwear, I like that kid," Scott growled. Then he took me in. "That's some nice dick. And you're almost hard for me -- fuck!" He stood up and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward him. He kissed me roughly as he ground his crotch into my mine. I reached out and tugged on his shorts. He let me push them down -- he was wearing no underwear. I stepped back to see what he had.
Oh, god, he had a lot. He wasn't even close to hard and he easily sported eight inches, eight thick inches. He laughed when he saw my face. "Gets even bigger," he said, stroking it harder. "Let's see what you've got, kiddo." He grabbed the shorts and yanked them down. My erect cock popped out.
Just then, I heard a door click, then footsteps. I turned around and saw another guy standing in the living room.
"Scotty, you were right, dude, this guy's hot as hell!" the stranger said.
I backed away and looked for my clothes. "What the shit?" I asked. I studied the guy: 5-9 on a good day, probably 150 or so, dark brown skin, probably Latino, jet black hair. He wore a t-shirt and short gym shorts. He was rubbing his crotch and grinning. He was cute, no doubt, but his arrival scared me a little.
"Relax, that's just Roger. My friend downstairs. He likes virgins too, likes to watch. You don't mind, do you?"
"Are you kidding?" I said. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I was thinking we'd have some hot sex and Rog would get off too. What's the big fuckin' deal?" Scott sounded angry. I was about to tell him, when I looked at his cock again, which now stretched to nearly nine hard inches. I thought about being left high and dry by Shane and Mitch and all I could think of was, 'I could get some here today.'
I relaxed a little and moved back toward Scott. Almost shaking, I reached out and grabbed his huge tool. The sensation was amazing. It throbbed in my hand. He grinned and pulled me closer, sticking his tongue in my mouth, grinding his cock against mine.
Behind us, I heard Roger move to the side. He found a chair and when I looked over, he was sitting with his legs spread, his hand down his shorts. Part of me was a little disturbed by this, but another part -- yeah, that part -- was strangely turned on.
Scott kissed me again, then took his hand and pushed me to my knees. His throbbing cock was in my face. I wasn't sure how to begin, so I just licked it, traced the mushroom head with my tongue, paying special attention to the underside. I liked it like a popcicle, up one side, then the other. Finally, I wrapped my lips around it and began to ease some of it in my mouth.
"Careful with the teeth, rookie," Scott growled. I bit down softly, then used my lips to keep them away. He pushed more and more in my mouth, until I started to gag. I grasped it at the base and held it steady, trying to get used to it. I started moving my mouth back and forth on it, sucking, using my tongue as best I could. I found a rhythm I could handle and realized I was giving my first real blow job!
I felt Scott's hand in my hair, then heard Roger: "That's right, rookie, suck that hard cock, suck it good." I continued to move my mouth, then felt Scott's fucking motion. I let him fuck my mouth for a minute, holding on to his ass cheeks. I reached for his balls and heard him moan a little. I squeezed one, then the other. He responded by thrusting harder. I tried not to gag.
After a few minutes of sucking, Scott pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. Then guided me to a doorway and against a wall. He turned me around and fell to his knees. I felt his hot mouth on my ass and shuddered as his tongue probed my virgin hole.
"So nothing's ever been in there, right?" he said.
"Just my finger," I said and Scott laughed. He sucked on my ass some more, licking the edges, poking his tongue inside. He stood up again, grasped by still hard cock and led me down the hall, into his bedroom. He sat me on the edge of his king-size bed and eased me down on my back. My feet remained on the floor. He opened the night stand and pulled out a condom and some lube.
I heard Roger enter the room and heard him doing something. I turned my head to see him. He had peeled off his clothes and was standing in the doorway, stroking his erect dick, smiling. He winked at me. I still wasn't convinced that this was a good thing.
I felt a cool sensation on my ass. Scott had squirted some lube on me. I looked at him. I realized what he wanted to do and must have shown a little fear.
"You gotta do it someday, kid, so you might as well do it with the best," he said.
He ripped open the condom and unrolled in on his hard cock. He splashed some lube on it and spread it around, then poured more lube on me, letting it run down between my cheeks. He used his fingers to spread it, push it in my ass. He used one finger, then a second. I winced as I felt them inside me. He told me to relax more and I complied. He loosened my ass with his fingers, spreading the lube.
I felt a finger hit the spot inside and my cock jumped. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the finger fuck when suddenly, I felt Scott move. He had moved between my legs and was lifting my hips slightly and easing his sheathed cock against my ass. "Relax, Nic, relax a lot. This might hurt, but only for a minute."
The pain tore through me at first as Scott's huge cock entered me. I nearly cried out, but bit my tongue. I felt him push slowly into me, then stop. It still hurt like hell, but the pain was receding into a pleasure I'd never experienced. With his hands on my hips, holding my ass up, Scott began pumping, as gently as he could with a monster tool like that. He fucked steadily.
Behind us, I heard Roger moan a little. "Can I now, Scotty?" I saw Scott nod and wink, then felt Roger climb onto the bed. I squirmed a little, but Scott held me steady.
"You're gonna love this, Nic, just relax," he said.
Roger crawled over me until his head was near my cock. I felt his cock brush my forehead, then my face. Roger licked my cock, then let it slide into his mouth. He began to suck. He wiggle his hips a little and I realized he wanted me to suck him. I hesitated a moment, then reached up and grasped the hard tool. It was awkward, but I could get part of it in my mouth. I started to suck.
"God, this looks so fuckin' hot, guys, I may not last long now," Scott said. He pumped a little faster and harder and I winced a little, but tried to concentrate on Roger's cock in my mouth. I was feeling almost giddy: I was being fucked, sucked and was sucking another cock, all at once. God, would this be a story to tell Mitch.
Mitch. That almost ruined the mood, but I tried not to think of him. He'd made his choice and I was making mine.
"You sure this is your first, rookie?" Scott said breathlessly.
"You're the first, stud, the first big cock in my ass," I said, hoping I sounded hot.
That did it. Scott fucked faster and finally, with a finaly thrust and a bit more pain, he pushed and held. He moaned and made some other noises. I could feel something happeneing in my ass and I realized he was coming. He remained in me me for a minute more as Roger and I continued to sixty-nine.
"I wanna see you both come," Scott said. Roger stopped sucking and rolled over. He stood up and helped me to me feet. We both faced Scott, who was unrolling the condom from his still half-hard cock. Roger started stroking himself and I followed his lead. Then he reached over and stroked me and motioned for me to take his cock.
That was about all I needed. He stroked me three or four more times and I felt myself start to come. I shot straight out, splashing come on Scott's leg. I stroked Roger a few more times and he moaned, closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward. He shot toward Scott as well, whose legs were now wet with come.
"Damn, that was hot, guys," Scott said with a grin. "You're not a bad fuck, rookie, not bad at all. Definitely a nice, tight ass, just like I like 'em." He pulled a hand towel from the bedside table and wiped the come from his legs and his cock, then handed one to me and Roger.
I wiped the come from my deflating dick, then gently soaked up the lube in my ass. I suddenly felt more naked than I really was. I asked if I could use the bathroom quickly. Scott pointed the way. I walked in and peed, replaying the scene in my head.
It was hot, as hot as something on the porn sites, and how many guys got a three-way their first real time out? So why did it seem so ... so unlike what I expected?
The bedroom was empty when I walked out, so I followed the voices to the living room. Scott and Roger had both put clothes on and were laughing as Scott poured something from a bottle. I scooped up my shirt and shorts and dressed.
"Guess I'll take off now," I said.
"You're welcome to stay for a cocktail, but it's up to you," Scott said.
"Nah, I need to be on my way," I said. "Saturday night and all, you know."
Scott laughed suggestively and Roger said something about young guys never getting enough. I left the apartment and drove hom. When I got there, I stripped again and ran a hot shower, where I stayed for a while, trying to figure out why I wasn't as giddy as I thought I'd be after losing my cherry.
It was fun while it lasted, I thought, and the guys were nice enough, didn't hurt me. But I didn't know either of them and I was pretty sure the scene would have gone off no matter who Scott had found online.
As I dried off, I also decided I was probably a top, or at least leaned that way. All those stories and personal ads I read and I never knew how guys decided whether they liked to fuck or get fucked. I didn't mind a cock up my ass and would probably do it again for the right guy, but there were no fireworks and I realized I had been hoping I'd get a shot at doing Roger.
I signed on to the computer. Still nothing from Mitch. I couldn't believe after all that happened, that was what stuck most in my mind about the day. Still nothing from Mitch. Part of me felt like e-mailing him to see if we could talk this out, but I decided we needed some space.
Meanwhile, I wasn't in the mood for computer porn, so I powered down and plopped in front of the TV. I decided I really did enjoy the afternoon three-way, but deep down, I still wished it had not been my first. It just wasn't the right time.
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