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THE RIGHT TIME by M.J. McLean Part 4
For most of the week, I barely had time to think about Mitch or my sex life, which is to say I only thought about them a dozen times a day instead of five dozen. I was assigned to a new account at work, one with a looming deadline. We were working 12-hour days and when I got home at night, I was exhausted, brain swimming with the copy I was writing and re-writing and re-re-writing.
I didn't hear from Mitch, either by phone or e-mail. The workload meant I didn't have time most days to eat lunch out, so there was no chance to run into him at the deli or anyplace else nearby. I swung back and forth between anger -- I couldn't believe he would just blow me off like that -- guilt -- I really should call and see what's wrong, with occasional bouts of concern that he might have found someone else, which sent me back toward anger.
Deep down I knew I was being childish by ignoring someone that obviously meant something to me, but was willing to live with that. Until Friday. On Friday, we met our first deadline and we met in a lounge nearby for a quick round of happy hour drinks before heading home almost on time.
I was excited about the work on my first real project and I wanted to tell Mitch, so I decided to be the bigger person (although I suspected that by taking such pleasure in being the bigger person, I wasn't that much of a bigger person). I call Mitch on my cellphone; I get his voicemail. I try his home phone; I get his answering machine.
His apartment was a quick left turn and a right on my route home, so I decided to stop by. I wanted to see Mitch and make up and at least salvage our friendship. He meant too much to me. I saw his car as I found a parking spot at his complex. I walked up to his second-floor apartment. I could see a light on and heard the radio or TV. I knocked. And knocked.
And no one came to the door. I knocked again, then punched up his home phone on my cell. I could hear the phone ring, then the machine pick up.
"Mitch," I said. "Are you there? I'm just stopping by ... and... I guess ... you're not there. Or something." I clicked off and tromped down the stairs. Maybe he was visiting a neighbor. Or maybe he was avoiding me. In my current state -- exhausted, my brain wrung dry by the project at work, my emotions torn by the past few weeks -- I chose B and decided to feel sorry for myself.
"Fine," I mumbed as I drove home. "Just fine. If you don't wanna see me, I don't wanna see you. Fine. Be that way. Fine." I pulled into my parking spot, narrowly missing the car next to me. I slammed the car door and headed up my own stairs.
Someone was waiting at the top, outside my door, a male someone with a cute butt. My heart skipped until I reminded myself I'd just seen Mitch's car at his own complex. Then Shane turned around. My heart sank a little and I was prepared to beg off anything more than a hi-and-bye until I got closer and saw how happy he was to see me.
Sigh.
"Shane!" I said. "You're back! How's ... uh ... how's things and stuff?" He was dressed in a muted Hawaiian shirt, if there was such a thing, jeans and flip-flops. I love jeans and flip-flops on a guy. Suddenly, Shane looked hot.
"Hi, Nic," Shane said. He held out his hand and I shook it, then pulled him close and gave him a friendly hug.
"I think we're at least to hugs after last time," I said winking, hoping it wouldn't bring up the wrong kind of memory for Shane, who left so fast before he'd forgotten his underwear.
He blushed a little. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry for just showing up like this, but I was out and about and a little restless and I really wanted to talk to you and I didn't have your phone number or anything and I could leave now if you're busy or anything and ..."
I held up my hand. "I'm free, it turns out. It's nice to see you, Shane. C'mon in and we'll have a diet Coke." Shane smiled as I unlocked the door and opened it. I could have sworn he brushed extra close to me as he walked by.
I fetched him a soda and an ice-filled glass and motioned toward the sofa. "The remote's right there. I'm gonna change clothes real quick, get something more comfortable." I winched at the cliche, but Shane only smiled.
In the bedroom, I stripped to my boxers. For a flash, I thought about walking out like this or even naked, just to see what might happen. But Shane seemed so sincere and still a little nervous and maybe he wasn't over here for sex. Probably he was, but still, naked was a bit much.
Instead, I thought of something else: I rummaged through a drawer and found the black 2(x)ist briefs he'd abandoned last time. I pulled them on, arranging my cock so it thrust forward a little. I found a white polo shirt and some worn jeans of my own and walked out.
Shane had found another soda and poured one for me. He'd also found the stereo and punched up the local jazz station. The boy's got some initiative. He smiled.
I sat down next to him and sipped the soda. There was an awkward pause and then Shane started to talk. He apologized profusely for "freaking out" the last time and hoped I didn't hate him for what he'd done. I assured him I didn't. We talked some more. It was his first time with a guy. He had only recently come out to himself and wanted to date, but had no experience sexually. At the last minute, he said he chickened out.
"It wasn't you or your .. um ... naked ... um -ness," he said quickly. "I just couldn't go through with it. I was ready but I wasn't. Does that make sense?"
"Actually, it does," I said, thinking of my own situation. "So how are you doing now?"
Shane smiled and set his glass down. "Lots better," he said. He reached out and took my glass, then took my hand and placed it on his thigh. "Lots, lots better."
I hestitated only for a moment, then began to run my hand along his thigh, down to his knee and back up. He shifted a little. I eased my hand closer to his crotch. He eased his legs open and I took that as an invitation. I moved my hand up until I found his cock. He was either wearing boxers or going commando. I squeezed softly and he moaned a little.
I leaned in and kissed him softly. He responded with a firmer kiss, pushing his tongue against my lips. I allowed it in and he moved it around until he found mine. I felt his hand find my thigh and then my crotch. He squeezed a little harder.
We kissed for a few minutes, our hands in each others' laps. I leaned back on the couch, shifting so I was lying on it, pulling Shane on top of me. He settled in, his crotch on mine, his legs between mine. We kissed some more and I pulled Shane's ass toward me, thrusting my crotch upward. He took the cue and began to thrust back.
I wrapped my legs around his, then pushed his shirt up so I could carress his back. His skin was warm, but he still had goosebumps. Finally, I eased him up and led him to the bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed and I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, then pushed it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
He reached for mine, but I stopped him and fell to my knees. "You first this time," I said with a grin. I unbuckled his belt and pulled the buttons on his jeans, one at a time until the fly was open. I was right: blue and white boxers. I pulled the jeans down, then reached inside the boxers, pulling his cock through the fly.
He was hard, already leaking pre-cum. I touched my tongue to the tip, tasting the saltiness. He shivered again. I took the head in my mouth, trying to keep my teeth clear. I sucked on it, allowing it to slide in and out, in and out, until it was covered with my saliva. I looked up; Shane's eyes were closed.
"Now," I said, standing up. "I think I have something of yours. "I pulled my shirt off, then undid my pants and pushed them to the ground, standing in Shane's black shorts. His eyes widened and he smiled. "If you want 'em back, you gotta come get 'em," I said with my best growl.
I stood with my feet slightly apart and squeezed my cock and balls, waving them at Scott. He fell to his knees. He licked my cock through the material, biting playfully, then, with a twinkle in his eye, said: "I read about this and always wanted to try it."
He used his teeth to grab the waistband of the shorts and then struggled to pull them off with his mouth. It didn't go as smoothly as the porn writers describe, so I helped him along, easing the shorts over my ass. My cock popped out and onto Shane's face. He reched out and pushed the shorts the rest of the way off, then tossed them aside. He grabbed my cock with his hand, stroking it a couple of times, then guided it to his mouth.
I felt his lips wrap around the head. He tried to take it all at once and gagged. I stopped him and told him to take it as slow as he wanted. He relaxed and sucked on the head a little. With one hand, he reached for my balls and tugged on them softly. I put my hand in his hair and helped guide his mouth.
After a few minutes, I pushed him away and pulled him toward the bed. We flopped down and I pushed him flat this time, crawling between his legs. I kissed him deeply, grinding my hard cock into his. We rolled around on the bed a little, our legs tangled. I pushed him flat again, then moved around until we were mouth to cock, sixty-nining.
I slurped up his cock and he took the cue again, taking mine into his mouth. Neither of us was a pro and there were lots of teeth, but it felt good. Not great, but good, better than the more hurried scene at Scott's house. As I sucked, I reached around and started to play with Shane's ass. I pushed against his asshole and he moaned a little. I pushed one finger in and moved it around until I heard Shane gasp.
He stopped sucking. "I'd really like ... um ... you to ... you don't have to, but I really ... "
I motioned for him to stop and pulled him toward me. I kissed him again, then rolled over and found the lube and condoms. I opened the box, pulled one out and ripped it open. I splashed some lube on my cock and rolled the condom on, then rolled Shane over on his stomach. I poured lube on his asshole and used a finger to massage it in. I was as scared as he was, but I tried not to show it. I added a second finger, trying to remember what I'd read.
Shane squirmed and moaned again. The books I'd read said doing it from behind was easier for the inexperienced -- and that was us -- so I eased Shane onto his hands and knees and then crawled behind him. I took a breath, then pushed my cock against his ass. He resisted at first, so I told him to relax as much as he could. He still resisted, but finally relaxed enough to let the tip in.
I pushed a little, then a little more and felt it finally slip through. God. I was fucking someone! I wish I knew what I was doing! But I did my best, pulling out and thrusting back in, slowly. I held onto Shane's hips. He moaned and I could tell it still hurt a little, but everytime I thrust in and hit the spot, the pain disappeared, I knew.
I continued to fuck him. I tried to reach around and stroke his cock, but I wasn't deft enough yet and nearly toppled us both. I focused on the good part, in and out, in and out until I felt myself on the edge of coming.
"Shane, buddy, I'm gonna come, hold on," I said and as I did, I my cock twitched and filled the condom. I pulled out carefully, then flipped Shane over. I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked for a minute until he reached down and stopped.
I moved away and stroked his cock a few times. His cock exploded, squirting come onto me and the bed. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the orgasm subsided. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes. I fell on top of him, feeling the come on our bodies.
We lay there for a minute, then I said: "Let's hop in the shower and get clean." I led him to the bathroom, ran the water and we climbed in. We soaped our bodies and rinsed them.
Through it all, I was waiting for something that never quite came. I wasn't sure what it was -- I enjoyed the sex, liked Shane, was having a good time, but I wanted more. I wanted Mitch to be here instead. I was afraid to tell Shane he had to go.
"Nic," Shane said as he toweled each other off. "I have to tell you something. I wasn't totally honest before."
I didn't say anything, wondering what my cock had gotten me into this time.
"This was my first time," he said, "but I feel like maybe I was using you. See, there's this guy, a really close friend who's gay too and I think we're falling in love, but we were both first-timers and both kinda nervous. I just wanted to feel what it was like with a guy so I'd know what to do. I like you a lot, I do, and you were nicer to me than you had to be ... but .. it's just that ... "
Shane looked like he was ready to cry as he stood naked before me. I stopped him.
"It's OK, it really is. I had a great time and I like you, too, kiddo. This was awesome." I squeezed his cock and kissed him playfully. "But I guess I'm maybe in the same sort of position. There's this guy I know and ... " We both laughed and walked back to the bedroom.
I started to dress, but he stopped me. "Stay naked until I leave. It turns me on," he said slyly. I smiled. Shane buttoned his shirt, then pulled on his jeans. I looked around and found his boxers.
"I think you're forgetting something again," I said, tossing them to him.
He tossed them back. "They're yours. Start a collection." We laughed again. As instructed, I walked him to the door naked. He stood in the doorway a little too long, hoping, I'm sure, to expose me to someone, but finally he thanked me again and turned to leave.
"Good luck," I said. "Hope it works out."
"You too," he said. "Get it right, OK?"
I slept better that night than I had in a long time, mostly because I was spent, in every way. I woked up around 10 or so and stretched out in the bed, naked. I'd never dressed after Shane left. I fixed a little dinner and watched some TV and then went to bed.
Some things were clearer this morning and others were murkier than other. I was feeling less tense about the sex part -- maybe it was good to get the first time over with and move on -- but I still felt like I wanted more, that I wanted a real first time, with the fireworks and music and soft focus.
I wanted Mitch, but I wasn't sure where we stood. I got up and peed, then padded out to the kitchen -- still naked -- to find some caffeine. I popped open a can of diet Coke and started to pour it when someone knocked on the door. I jumped, spilling soda.
I suddenly realized I was visible through the narrow window alongside the door and I scooted around to the other side, but not before I caught a glimpse of Mitch, doubled over in laughter.
"Wait a minute, you perv," I said, sprinting to the bedroom. I pulled on the same polo shirt and jeans that I wore last night, slipping Shane's boxers on first, just for a little thrill. I opened the door.
"Why is it I keep seeing you naked, Nic? Call me a perv, will you!" Mitch walked in. We stood for a moment and finally hugged.
"God, I'm so sorry, Nic, I'm so sorry for disappearing like that. I feel awful. I've had a rough go and I did some things I didn't plan to and I'm just so sorry."
We hugged again, tightly. Finally, I suggested we sit down. I offered him a soda and he said he'd grab one.
"I got your message last night late," he said. "I was babysitting at the neighbors and forgot my cell. I was gonna call, but it was late and I was tired and I really wanted to say all this in person. I hope you still want to talk to me after I'm done."
My chest tightened as he said that and I wondered if he was going to let me down altogether. "It sounds so serious," I said, trying to keep it light.
"I guess it is," Mitch said. "I don't know how to say it, because of what we had and what we said, but Nic ... " He paused. "Nic, I had ... um .. that is, I did it with a guy. Last weekend. After we .. um ... after that night. I'm sorry, I didn't plan it, but I was freaked out and frustrated and things happened quickly and ... well, I'm not a virgin anymore. I actually did it with two guys, but it was at the same .. um ... place."
I said nothing. Did he get in a three-way too? Damn! Inside, I was cheering because it made it easier for me now. I took a breath. "Well, Mitch, I don't know what to say. That's pretty big. I just ... " His eyes showed real fear. "Well, I sorta did it too." I paused, trying to decide what else to say. "More than once. We both got it over with, I guess, let the pressure go."
Mitch's face turned sad for a moment. I think he was a little disappointed at what I said, but he recovered quickly and picked up on what I said. "That's what I'm thinking, too. It was a lot of baggage and it wasn't like we were dating or anything and, for me, it was just sex, nothing else. I mean, I liked it and all, but it was just sex."
He looked at me, waiting to see if I'd say the same thing. I waited a minute before I did: "Same here, Mitch. I just didn't feel what I wanted. It wasn't right yet. It was good, but it wasn't right."
We sat for a minute, let things sink in. Then we talked for a while. Mitch told me he was sorry and brought me up to date on his job. I told him about my project and how excited I was. He asked about my family, then added his own news from home: His parents had decided to visit in two weeks and he was thinking about coming to them then.
"Wow," I said. "That's pretty big. I hope I can help."
"You can," he said. "For one thing, I need to think about that and not feel like there's other stress. You know?" I nodded. In other words, hands off. We sipped our soda.
"Nic?" Mitch said finally. "You remember how we both said we'd tell each other when we finally had sex?" I nodded again. "Well ... I understand if you dont' want to now ... but I'm kinda curious. I'll ... uh ... I'll tell if you will."
I thought about it. Maybe it was a good idea, get it out of the way, clear the path for something later. "OK," I said.
"I'll go first," he said. "I bet mine's freakier than yours. It was so bizarre and I've been dying to tell someone all week!"
After our botched evening here, Mitch had gone home and slept. He woke up around noon to the phone ringing. It was Ryan, a co-worker Mitch had told me about. He was gay, a little older, maybe early 30s, and he'd sort of figured out Mitch on his own. The two talked at work regularly, an outlet Mitch appreciated.
"Ryan was asking if I was still on for this afternoon and I all of a sudden remembered: I was supposed to go over to his house for dinner and a swim. I so didn't want to go and I tried to get out of it. I told him I wasn't feeling too well. He picked up on something and pushed at me, wanting to know if I was having man trouble.
"Finally, I told him what happened. He knew you and I were friends and that I had a little ... um, that we were, you know, good friends." Mitch regrouped. I hoped the word that scared him was "crush" at the very least. "He sympathized and told me I just had to come over, it was going to be nice and relaxing and would help me get over things and that I'd have a really good time and forget my problems and finally he wore me down.
"So I showered and put on my board shorts, the ones I use to swim, and a tank top. I found his house -- it's so nice, Nic, really big, with a huge yard and a courtyard and a pool. I think he inherited it from his family because he can't make that much where we work.
"I knocked and Ryan answered. He was wearing a towel and I figured he'd been swimming. He took em out to the pool.There were four other guys out there. He pointed out his housemate Kyle, Kyle's boyfriend Jaime, then I saw Peter, this guy I work with and I was totally shocked because Peter was with his boyfriend, some guy I forget. I never knew Peter was gay."
"So you were Ryan's date?" I asked.
"Well, I was about to figure that out, all I could think of was the fact that except for me and Ryan, everyone out there was naked. A couple of them were in the pool, the other two were on lounge chairs. Totally naked. I was gonna tell Ryan I maybe wasn't who he wanted there, but when I turned, he'd tossed his towel away and he was naked!"
I tried not to laugh, but I pictured the scene and couldn't help myself.
"Shut up!" Mitch said. "I nearly ran, but Ryan gave me a mai tai and told me not to stress, to just relax. I felt really odd -- I wanted to think I felt naked, but I guess it was the opposite. I guess they could see I was nervous, so everyone was really nice and started chatting with me, asking me questions. I went through another mai tai and was feeling better.
"Then Peter said, 'c'mon in the pool, Mitch, it's nice in here,' and what could I say? I pulled off my shirt and was about to jump in when Peter said, 'hold on a minute, this isn't clothing optional today, kiddo ... off go the shorts.' And I stood there for a minute and I guess the mai tais were kicking in 'cause I shrugged and dropped my shorts and tossed them to the side. I dived in and swam a lap or two, naked as everyone else.
"Then Ryan came out and said dinner was ready, so everyone climbed out of the pool. I looked for my clothes, but no one else was getting dressed and I was drunk a little, so I kinda shrugged and sat down at the patio table. And we ate dinner naked! It was so weird! But it was hot, too! I saw Peter and his boyfriend playing with each other every now and then and once Kyle dribbled a little sauce on Jaime's crotch and then leaned over and licked it up. And we drank some more, so I was just enjoying it.
"Ryan brought out desert, which was this really rich fudge cake, then he walked around the table with a bowl of whipped cream and put some on everyone's, um, everyone's dick and said we knew how to clean that up. I was totally freaked, even with the booze, but the others were like leaning over and slurping it up and after Peter got his boyfriend's, he was leaning over toward me and Ryan walks by and pushes him away and I was about to say thank you. But Ryan dropped down and licked it up himself and he took a long lick, if you know what I mean."
I smiled and shifted on the couch. I was getting a little turned on by the story. Mitch pretended not to notice.
"So we all jump in the pool to clean up and the other guys kinda pair off and are making out and all and finally Peter and his b-f say they have to go and they climb out of the pool with total hard-ons! So Ryan sees them out and then Kyle and Jaime wander into the house and I figured they were leaving too. And Ryan comes over and says somthing like 'well, alone at last.' Then he says why don't we relax in the jaccuzi and talk a little. I must have looked scared, because he said 'We'll talk, Mitch, just talk, let happen what happens."
He paused again. "Nic, I wanted something to happen. I did. This whole no-sex thing was messing with our friendship and I was still upset from the night before, not to mention drunk, so I can't say I got into the hot tub with much resistance left." I nodded with the most reassuring look I could muster.
"Anway," he continued, a look of relief on his face, "we talked for a while, just sat and talked. Then I felt his feet kinda nudge mine and I nudged back and he moved his leg onto mine and I scooted a little closer and things sort of happened from there. He leaned in and kissed me and grabbed my dick at the same time. We made out a little in the hot tub and he got me good and hard and then he stands up and dives into the pool, says 'c'mon, let's cool off for a minute.
"So I dive in and I'm swimming and all of a sudden I feel this amazing sensation on my cock and I look down and Ryan is sucking me underwater. I'm freakin' now, but it felt so good, Nic. He comes up for air and hops up on the edge of the pool and spreads his legs and motions for me to come over. I swim over and figure out he wants me to suck him.
"I lean in and taste it a little, then take it in my mouth. I try not to gag, but I do at first, then I get used to it and I'm moving my mouth up and down and then I hear a voice saying 'you guys didn't waste any time.' I looked up and it was Kyle, still naked, but alone. Ryan asks him where's Jaime and Kyle says, 'he's too drunk ... he couldn't get it up and now he's sleeping it off.' And Ryan says 'poor baby,' then says 'we're heading in pretty quick.
"He stood up and he was hard too, totally. We dried off and walked inside, to his bedroom. And I'm scared shitless, Nic, I am. I was realizing that it was gonna happen and part of me wasn't sure I was ready."
"I guess at least one part was ready," I said with a wicked smile.
He kicked at my foot. "You perv! But yeah, I was still pretty hot and horny and ready. We walk into Ryan's bedroom and he kisses me and nudges me onto the bed, on my back, and he sort of crawls over me so I can suck him a little more. And I get going and all of a sudden, I feel a mouth sucking on my cock and I think 'we can't be 69-ing -- he didn't move.' I looked up and it was Kyle!"
"Kyle? He just walked in and started sucking? I asked, remembering the scene at Scott's house.
"Yes! I freaked a little, but I still had Ryan's cock in my mouth. So we're both sucking for a little bit, then Ryan moves away and I see him reaching into the night table drawer and pull out some condoms and lube and I really get scared now 'cause I know what's next and I'm not sure I'm ready for it.
"He opens it and he pushes Kyle away rolls the condom onto my dick! And he says 'I've been wanting that thing ever since you got here today, Mitch.' Then he hands the lube me and he gets up on all fours, says it'll be easier for me.
"I just sit there for a minute and he says, 'If you don't wanna do it ... ' and I nearly told him I didn't, but I decided to go for it. So I tried. I used the lube and he helped me and I managed to get it in and I start fucking him, holding onto his hips. Then I feel Kyle behind me, grabbing my hips and I stop for a minute. Kyle grabs my hips and pushes a finger in my ass and starts moving it around and I nearly passed out. I don't even know how to describe it -- "
"I know," I said. "It's fuckin' paradise."
"That's it," Mitch said. "Kyle's moving his finger and I start fucking faster and I thought two things. One was 'shit, I'm fucking a guy!' and the other was 'it's OK, but I think I must be a bottom.' Just like that. Who knew that's how you figure it out?"
I laughed and nudged Mitch playfully. "You and me both," I said.
He gave me a funny look, then went on: "Kyle pushed a little more and before I knew it, I was shooting my load and making noises I never knew I could make. When I was done, I pulled out and I guess I figured Ryan had come too because they always do in the, uh, stroke books, you know. But he was still hard. 'Did I do it wrong?' I asked. Ryan smiles and says, 'you were fine, kiddo, for the first time. Plus I gotta tell you, I think you're a bottom.'
"Then Kyle says, 'yeah, I think so too. Wanna find out?' I looked a little nervous and Ryan says I don't have to, but I decide 'what the hell,' I'm in this far ... ' so to speak. So I turn over on my hands and knees and kinda shake my ass at Kyle. I hear him rip open a condom and and then squirt lube in my ass and he starts in. It hurt like hell at first, it really hurt, but he went at it slow. He was kinda big. I think I kinda whimpered, but then he hit the spot and I moan. And all of a sudden, I'm getting fucked. And I'm liking it.
"I look up and Ryan is stroking himself, watching me get fucked. It's so damn hot, Nic, but I just kept thinking, 'this is just sex. It's not ... it's not what I really want.' Then I just got lost ... and I hear Kyle groan a little and push hard into me and I guess he's coming and a minute later, Ryan shoots, all over. And we just sort of fall on each other.
"And I hear Kyle say, 'Ry, he's hard again,' and I look down and I am and Kyle takes me in his mouth and starts sucking. This time I'm so fuckin' turned on -- " He stopped for a minute and blushed. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound so ...."
"Um ... I think under the circumstances you're OK," I said with a reassuring smile. He smiles back.
"Anyway, I'm really turned on and the whole scene, getting fucked, getting sucked, two naked guys ... so this time I shoot pretty quick and Kyle just sucks it in. We lay there and then Ryan says 'shower time' and we all crowd in the shower and clean up. Then Ryan tells me it's late and I'm still a little drunk, so he says climb in bed. I fall asleep pretty fast.
"The next morning, I wake up with Ryan's hand on my dick. He nibbled my ear a little and when he saw I was awake, he rolled me over, pushed the sheets down and sucks on me a little. He looks up and says, 'what a night, eh Mitch?'
"And I just smile and say I should probably take off. I thank Ryan up and down for an amazing time and I start to say something like, 'Listen, I know what we did and ... ' and he stops me and says 'this was just a good time, a really good time, no strings, OK? We still have to work together, right?' I'm pretty releived. So I get up and pee and I realize my clothes are still out back.
"So I walk out to the pool and patio, still naked, and Kyle's out there on a lounge chair, getting some sun. He sees me and says good morning. I find my shorts and shirt, but before I get dressed, Kyle calls me over. He grabs my cock and says, 'looks like you've got some morning wood. Let me take care of it, OK?' And before I could say anything, he's sucking me again."
"Damn, boy, you've got 'em comin' at you," I say.
Mitch blushes again. "I know. Anyway, he sucks me off, swallows it all again, and I see that he's jacking off at the same time and I kind of figure I should do something, so I say, 'let me finish you off, OK?' And I kneel down and lick his cock a few times and take it in my mouth and luckily he warns me when he's about to shoot, so I just stroked him until he came."
Mitch sat there for a minute, still embarrassed. "I guess I didn't realize how much we did," he said with a sigh.
I sat for a moment, trying not to look down at my bulging crotch. "Mitch, first of all, this is proabably a good thing for both of us. Like you said, it got the first time out of the way so we don't have to stress about it anymore.
"Um ... I will tell you not to worry about what you did because, well, you'll understand when I tell you about my experiences. I hope you'll be OK when you hear my stories. But that's got to be later because, kiddo, if I tell that story now, I'm gonna have to jump your bones because I'm pretty damn turned on right now."
I wished I hadn't said it that way, but Mitch grinned and I could see I was OK. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Later. OK, then, this is what I think: I like you and you like me and I think maybe something good is gonna happen. But we need to breathe a little and I need to ask you a favor."
"Um ... OK ... "
"Let's put that on hold until after my parents visit. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen, but I need to focus on them right now. I need to come out. It's so much of what's been keeping me from letting go and living my life and I don't want to start something with you and risk it all coming undone in case my parents freak. I need to know you'll be here."
"Mitch, I'm here no matter -- "
"I know," he said, interrupting. "I know, you think you can, but look at what happened after last week and all we did was make out ... "
"And get me naked ... " I reminded him.
"Well, that's pretty easy," he said, and I tossed a cushion at him. "But people say sex can change things. I need you with me until this is over. Then we'll see. If it happens, that's great, if not, you're still gonna be my best friend."
I was a little disappointed, but I guess I saw his point. I promised I'd be there for him.
"But then watch out, kiddo, 'cause that ass is mine!" I said laughing.
"Maybe ... or maybe Ryan was wrong," he said, "maybe your ass is mine!"
"Guess we'll have to wait and see," I said, "when the time is right."
TO BE CONTINUED