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THE RIGHT TIME by M.J. McLean Part 5
MITCH
For a couple of virgins, we turned into quite the sluts, Mitch thought as he climbed into his own bed sometime after one in the morning. He smiled as he pulled the sheet and comforter over his naked body, allowing his head to sink into the down-filled pillows.
After Mitch's account of the pool party and the morning after, he and Nic grabbed a late lunch at a deli, then decided to catch a movie. They held hands in the dark, which turned Nic on almost as much as the pool party. When they went back to Nic's place, Mitch decided he wanted to hear Nic's story tonight.
Nic hesitated, but obliged and told Mitch first about the one-sided fling with the young Internet guy and then the kinkier threesome with the older guy and his buddy. Mitch was uncomfortable but realized Nic must have felt the same way earlier.
After scarfing down peanut butter and jelly -- "Some Saturday night dinner, eh Mitch?" Nic had joked -- the two kissed and hugged and just as Nic planted his hand on Mitch's ass, Mitch pulled away and said, "Not yet, Niccy, I gotta go. I'll call ya in the morning. We'll do brunch."
Nic giggled. "What a couple homos," he said.
Now Mitch stared into the dark. His smile faded. He felt a little queasy all of a sudden. He hadn't told Nic the whole story, had left out important details about the pool party and a whole romp with a whole different guy. Shit, he thought. I shoulda told him everything. But the look on Nic's face as he listened to the party story ... it's not like I lied, Mitch thought. I just left things out.
For one thing, he knew almost everyone at the party. As soon as he walked out the back doors, he recognized not just Peter from the office but Peter's date. It was the new intern, the guy who'd started maybe a week or two earlier.
He didn't rememeber his name immediately, but they'd traded glances in the break room and in the hall and they met one day in the elevator and chatted and the gaydar definitely sounded and, well, neither seemed at all surprised to see each other at a naked pool party.
After Mitch doffed his clothes and dived into the pool, the guy came over to say hi. Mitch tried to offer his hand, but slipped on the pool bottom. The guy reached out and grabbed Mitch before he fell and Mitch felt their bodies brush closely for a minute.
"You OK there?" the guy asked. "Don't wanna lose ya' so early. Although I do know mouth-to-mouth." He winked, stuck out his tongue and wiggled it. They both laughed. "You're Mitch, right? I thought so. I rememebr you from work. I'm Shane."
Shane, that was it, Mitch thought. They chatted a little and Mitch studied Shane. Cute as hell, firm, smooth body, couldn't see much below the waist, but then again, Shane wasn't his date. It turned out Shane had developed a crush on Peter from almost the day he started. Peter was Shane's mentor in the intern program, so they spent a couple of hours together every day.
When Peter invited him to the pool party, Shane confided, "I nearly came on the spot. And when we got here and I found out it was naked, I coulda died. I was half hard before I even got my clothes off." He laughed. "I can't wait for later. God, he's hunky."
They chatted a few more times during the party and the last Mitch saw of Shane was when he and Peter climbed naked and hard from the pool after a makeout session in the shallow end.
Something about Shane stayed with Mitch -- his eyes? His smooth, tan skin? His hard cock? His smile. Whatever it was, Mitch sought out Shane Monday morning at work to ask how the rest of the evening went. They ducked into a filing room.
"It pretty much sucked," Shane said, his smile nowhere to be seen. "We got dressed and got in Peter's car and he said he felt like hitting the bars for a while and was going to take me home. And that was it. I asked him if I did something wrong and he said I didn't, that all he'd agreed to do was take me to the party. 'You got some action in the pool,' he told me, like I should be grateful for a makeout session."
Shane was crushed. Mitch drew Shane close and hugged him tightly. "Don't let him mess with your head too much," Mitch said. "I know it has to hurt, but I guess even gay guys can be jerks."
"I know," Shane said. "But I liked him. And I gave up a chance to date another guy I sorta liked too. That's what really sucks."
Peter had acted like nothing was wrong this morning when Shane checked in and Shane said he decided not to press it. He only had a week left of daily meetings with Peter; after that, they would talk once a week until the internship ended.
Mitch felt bad for Shane. Getting your heart kicked your first time out had to hurt bad. "Listen," he said to Shane. "Let's grab dinner tonight, you and me, talk, eat, have some good food. I'm having my own man trouble, so we can make each other feel better."
Shane's eyes brightened. They had a nice dinner that evening, stretching the meal well past two hours as they talked. They laughed at their inexperience and Mitch told him how he was trying to figure things out with a nice guy at the same time he was preparing to come out to his parents.
At that, Shane's face grew darker again. His own parents, who lived in Tucson, didn't have a clue and Shane was worried if they found out, they'd disown him. Mitch tried to reassure him, but the table fell quiet.
After dinner, they found a late Starbucks and lingered over coffee, finding more things they shared in common. They sat outside the dark coffee shop until nearly midnight, hugging as they left in separate cars.
Mitch worked on a project out of the office Tuesday and when he returned Wednesday, Shane found him early. They had lunch together and Shane talked Mitch into a movie. They found seats in theatre and Mitch let to get popcorn and soda.
When he returned, he noticed Mitch had lifted the arm rest between their seats. Mitch said nothing and by the time the previews were over, Shane had eased himself closer to Mitch. Sometime during the first reel, Shane put his right arm on Mitch's leg. Mitch said nothing, not even when Shane idly traced circles on Mitch's thigh.
After the movie, they walked quietly outside and spotted a coffee shop. They ordered and sat down. Mitch looked at Shane and found himself getting lost in Shane's blue eyes.
"Shane, listen, I ... I... " Mitch stammered.
Shane reached out and touched Mitch's hand. "Don't talk. It'll spoil the mood. Don't talk. I know. I'm confused too. But that doesn't mean we can't ... "
"I don't know if it does or not," Mitch said, but even as the words came out, he was staring into Shane's eyes again. I know what they mean when they say there's heat, he though. This is heat.
"This might not be the best idea ever, but my place isn't far from here," Mitch said quickly. "Follow me?"
"To the ends of the earth, baby," Shane said with a leer.
Shane slid his hands beneath Mitch's shirt even before he could get his key in the lock. When he pushed through the door, Shane pushed Mitch against the wall and kissed him, jabbing his tongue past Mitch's lips. Mitch squirmed, but kissed back, feeling the heat. Shane held his hands against the wall, which excited Mitch even more.
Without warning, Shane dropped to the floor and unzipped Mitch's pants. He reached in and pulled Mitch's cock through his boxers. He opened his mouth and gulped clumsily. Mitch jumped a little as Shane's teeth grazed his cock. Shane sucked hungrily.
"The door! The door!" Mitch said suddenly. "Shut the door!" Shane looked up and pulled his mouth away.
"Sorry," he said. "Got carried away." He pushed the door shut.
Mitch pulled Shane to his feet and kissed him again. "For a newbie, you're pretty fast," Mitch said.
"Hurry, then, catch up," Shane said.
Mitch kicked off his shoes, then unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and shoved them and his boxers to the floor, stepping out of both. He pulled his shirt off.
Shane grabbed Mitch by the ass and pulled his cock toward him again, letting it slide down his mouth. He let Mitch fuck his face for a minute, then stood up and tore his own clothes off. "Bedroom?" he said. Mitch led the way. Shane pushed Mitch onto the bed and dove on top of him. The two rolled over one way, then the other.
They kissed, their hands grabbed at each other. Mitch reached down and found Shane's hard cock. He pulled it toward his own and stroked them together. He rolled Shane onto his back, kissed him deeply again and thrust his cock into Shane's. He slid down until he could take Shane's cock in his mouth. He let it slide as deeply as he could and began sucking, dragging his lips up the side of the cock and then pushing down again.
Shane moaned as Mitch sucked deeper. Mitch felt him scooting around and paused long enough to let him change position. Mitch felt Shane's hot mouth engulf his cock again and he returned to Shane's cock, which now dripped with precum.
Mitch felt Shane's hands work their way around and then felt a finger pushing at his ass. He relaxed and moaned a little as Shane pushed a finger inside. It hurt at first, but Shane found a spot and a rhythm and Mitch felt his cock grow harder.
Shane stopped sucking. "You got rubbers?" he asked. Mitch pointed toward the nightstand. Shane rolled over and found the box and the lube. Mitch grabbed a condom, opened it and pushed Shane back. He put the rubber on top of Shane's dick and rolled it down with his lips, just as he'd once seen in a porn movie.
Mitch turned over and eased his ass slightly upward as Shane crawled around. Mitch felt lube squirt onto his ass, then felt Shane push his cock into Mitch's ass.
"Careful, cowboy, take it slow, don't rush it, I wanna feel every inch slide in there," Mitch said, trying to calm Shane down. Shane followed the instructions, easing the head of his cock past the opening to Mitch's ass. Mitch winced and relaxed some more, letting Shane's cock find its way in. Shane started to pump fast and hard and his cock slipped out. "Just slow and steady, stud. Your cock is too hard and hot to rush this."
Shane started again and found a slow rhythm. He thrust his cock into Mitch and then eased it out, then thrust it in again. He held onto Mitch's hips. Mitch felt Shane's cock hit his spot over and over and he felt his own dick harden. He reached down and began to stroke himself.
"Oh, god, Mitch, I think ..." Shane said in a whisper. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Shane cried out and thrust hard a few more times before grabbing Mitch's hips hard and pushing in as far as he could. "Ahhhh ... oh, fuck, I'm .... ahhhh... "
That was enough for Mitch. He stroked his own cock once, twice more, then tensed. He felt his ass squeeze Shane's cock as he began to shoot onto his bed. "Ahhhh... oh shit, that's it for me... Ahhhh ... "
Mitch collapsed onto the bed, not noticing until it was too late that he was falling into his own cum. Shane's cock popped out and he fumbled with the condom, spilling part of it on the bed. He stumbled over to the vanity, dropping it into a wastebasket. He found a hand towel and wiped his cock off, then went over to the bed and helped Mitch wipe the cum from his chest and stomach.
"Guess that comforter's going to the drycleaners," Mitch said. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Shane over to him, pulling him close, feeling his lump cock against his chest. He fell back on the bed and pulled Shane with him, finding his mouth finally. They kissed again.
"Let's hit the shower, 'k?" Mitch said. They climbed in under the steaming jet and washed each other, then helped each other dry off.
"I gotta get going," Shane said. "This was so great, Mitch, it really was. I ... I ...well ..."
Mitch put his finger on Shane's lips. "Don't say anything right now. We had a great evening. But there aren't any strings anywhere. We'll figure it out later."
Shane dressed. Mitch was about to, but Shane stopped him. "Stay naked, OK? It turns me on." Mitch smiled. They walked to the door.
"Guess I'll see you tomorrow," Mitch said.
"Oh, wait, no, you won't," Shane said. "I'm working at the Tempe site tomorrow. I'll call ya' this weekend, k?"
"'K," Mitch said.
That was three days and now, it seemed, a lifetime ago. Mitch shifted in bed. The hard-on he got remembering that heated coupling was already deflating as he realized the situation he'd made for himself.
Mitch woked up confused Friday and could barely concentrate at work. He barely slept that night and decided he had to go see Nic and see if what he suspected was true. It was, he realized as he lay in bed. He was falling for Nic and he didn't want to jeopardize that. Nic was everything he wanted and he didn't care about the pool party.
But what would be say about Shane? God, what have I done, Mitch thought. And what am I going to tell Shane? He's so young and I don't want him to get screwed over twice in a week. Mitch slept fitfully and awoke Sunday feeling groggy.
He called Nic and asked if they could do dinner instead of brunch. "I have to deal with something at work," Mitch said, grimacing at the twisted truth. Nic agreed and they set a time and place. As Mitch was making coffee, he heard a knock at the door. It was Shane. Shit.
Mitch opened the door. "Heya, slugger, howzit going?" Mitch said.
"OK," Shane said. But his eyes said otherwise.
"What's the deal with that look?" Mitch asked.
"Can we talk for a minute?" Shane said.
"Sure, " Mitch said. "I'll pour the coffee." They sat out on Mitch's cramped balcony and sipped.
"Listen," Shane said. "I had a really hot time the other night, I totally did, but I'm rushing all this way too fast. I don't want to hurt you, Mitch, because you've been so good to me, but I'm getting confused. There was that other guy I told you about and we kinda hooked up again ... " He looked up at Mitch sheepishly. "I'm sorry ..."
Mitch stopped him. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," he said. "I told you there were no strings. We're both a little confused right now. I told you about that guy I was seeing, remember? Well, we ... um ... got together yesterday and talked a while and I think we're probably going to maybe date sometime soon."
Shane relaxed. "God, I'm so relieved. Thank you, Mitch. I hope we can be friends still, I want that so bad," he said.
Mitch took his hand. "I wouldn't want it any other way. We connected, Shane, we did and that means something. And someday, you never know ... you're a pretty good little fucker there, you know."
Shane blushed. "Listen, it's more than that other guy too. Yesterday I was at the mall and I ran into this guy from school, from high school. I had such a huge crush on him and we were really close until I went off to college and he got caught up in his parents' church. So we talked and I just felt something click and I just blurted it out that I'm gay and he said so am I and ... wow... I was blown away. He had to work last night, but we're going out later today. God he was still so beautiful, Mitch!"
Mitch chuckled to himself at Shane's exhuberance. He also breathed relief. "I'm so happy for you, Shane. And please don't worry: I want you to be my friend. I want you in my life, OK?"
They hugged again and Shane hustled away, obviously eager for his date.
Mitch closed the door and fell onto the couch. One down, one to go. That was too easy, he though. Am I in for something bad? God, I hope not. I think I'm falling hard for Nic ... and he finally slept.