Tutoring Liam

Hey guys, been a while since my last story, but hopefully you think the wait is worth it. This one is different than most of my other ones, there's no BDSM or anything, just two guys coming together.

As always, send any comments/questions/complaints/typos/dirty photos to subboyns@gmail.com. I love to hear from you guys, it makes writing these all worthwhile. :)

The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading this, or if consensual sex between two guys offends you, please don't read on! Also, the sex in this story isn't safe sex,because fictional characters can't get diseases. But you can, so always play safe!

I leaned back in my bed, sighing. My body ached from my workout, running around the neighborhood for an hour, followed by some weights. I was sweating even in the winter chill, my chest bared, just a pair of black soccer shorts on my bottom half. The ache in my arms couldn't erase the ache in my mind though...

A few afternoons ago at my college, one of the guys in my class that hadn't really talked to anyone much came up to me. His name was Liam, and I'd always sort of admired him from afar. He was cute, rather young looking for 21. His long blond hair was always mussed up, but underneath of it a pair of bright blue eyes shone through, along with a handsome face and a small beard on his chin. Obviously I'd spent a lot of time watching him.

I was sitting at one of the tables near the windows of our campus, working on a paper on my laptop. "Hey Mark." He said.

"Hey Liam, what's up?" I asked.

"Well I was wondering if you were busy." He sat down across from me.

"Not at all, what's up?"

"Well I was having some trouble with that huge accounting assignment that's due tomorrow, was wondering if you could give me a hand." He said.

"Oh sure thing man, I was done it on the first day." I laughed.

"I figured, you're like the star pupil there."

"I wouldn't go that far." I smiled, blushing a little. It was true though, I was one of the better students in that class.

He reached down into his bag and pulled out his binder. He wasn't very far into the assignment, which was supposed to take about seven hours to do altogether. We'd had a week to do it, but I kept any comments on that to myself.

"I just can't get this shit to balance." He said, frustrated. "Was trying all last night but it just keeps messing up." I patted him on the shoulder to calm him down, and started to look over his work. I was slightly distracted by the taut shoulder muscle I'd felt beneath his tight black sweater.

It didn't take long before I found his mistake, just a small transposition error. "There you go man, should all work out now." I said.

"Thanks a shitload man, I've been having such trouble with that class." He sighed, sitting back in his chair. "I'm gonna have to get this all done tonight."

"It's not that hard, just make sure everything balances." I said.

"I know, I just hope it all works."

"Well why don't I give you my number, you can give me a call if you need anything. I have my papers here so I can double check your numbers anyways."

"Really?" He looked surprised.

"Sure thing man, here." I handed him a slip of paper with my cell number on it. He took it with a sigh of relief.

"Thanks again man, I feel much better about all of this now." He smiled, and packed up his stuff.

"No problem, give me a call if you need anything."

He'd called me shortly after dinner, and he was having quite a bit of trouble. It turns out he didn't live too far away, so I invited him over to work on it. I cleaned up a bit and changed out of my pajamas, into some jeans and a grey t-shirt.

He arrived soon after, and I buzzed him up to my apartment.

"Hi there Mark." He said as I let him in. He was wearing the same black sweater and baggy cargo pants from earlier. I showed him in and led him to the living room.

"Just spread your stuff out on the coffee table I guess, my stuff is already there." I said. "Can I get you a beer or anything?"

"Oh no, it's alright. I can barely do this when I'm sober." He chuckled. I grabbed myself a beer and sat down next to him.

I won't bore you with the details of the work, it's not important to the story. Suffice it to say after an hour, he had a much better understanding of all of it, and we were well on the way to getting it finished.

"I really can't thank you enough." He said, running his hands through his shaggy hair. "I mean, I understand it all now, but it's just weird the way he explains it... you know..."

"I know what you mean. He's not the greatest teacher in the world."

"Mind If I take you up on that beer now?" He asked.

"Sure thing, I'll grab you one." I came back to him a few minutes later with a bottle, which he took graciously.

"So why did you want to help me?" He asked. "Not that I mind of course."

"Well all you had to do was ask." I smiled.

"I guess, I'm just a little shy." He blushed a little. Unaware of how sexy it was to me.

I wasn't so much closeted at school, but I hadn't told a lot of my classmates. I think it was still a secret for most of them. "Well we all are at first, but it doesn't matter to me, I'm just glad to help."

"I'm glad you were there, I might have failed otherwise." He said as he finished off his beer.

"Want another?" I asked.

"Sure." He smiled. I took the empties and brought us back some fresh beers. As I was sitting down, Liam pulled off his sweater, revealing the thin white wife beater underneath. "Man, it's hot in here." He said.

"Oh sorry, I try to keep it pretty warm. The heat is included in the rent, so I use and abuse it." His body was pretty nice underneath his tight undershirt. I saw a light dusting of chest hair above the shirt as well.

"You don't mind?" He asked, pointing at his chest.

"Oh not at all man, whatever's comfortable for you." I took a huge gulp of my beer, trying to not stare at his somewhat bared torso.

"So, stop me if this is too personal, but how do you afford this place and school at the same time?" He asked. "It's a pretty sweet apartment. You must work your ass off."

"Truth be told it's mostly my inheritance that covers the rent and stuff. I just work part time for groceries and stuff."

"Oh, sorry dude."

"It's alright. It's from my Grandfather. I was slaving away for a few years in shitty jobs after high school, but when he passed away he left a bunch of money to me. I decided to take it and make something of my life with it."

"Wow, that's pretty deep. I was tired of retail myself. Only so many cameras you can sell to people before you go a little crazy." He laughed.

"I hear you there man, I was about ready to go postal at the fucking call center I worked at."

"Oh god, I tried one of those once for like 2 months, decided to go back to retail. The pay wasn't as good, but my sanity was worth it." He took a big gulp from his beer, draining the bottle.

"Want another?" I asked, almost done mine.

"Sure, let me grab them this time." He got up and grabbed us two fresh bottles.

"Oh shit man, is the hockey game on?" I asked, grabbing for the TV remote.

"Fuck yeah." He smiled. I switched on the TV and we settled down on the couch, chatting in between the commercials. Turns out we were both big Montreal fans.

As the game started to wind down he turned to me. "You know it's funny, we've got so much in common, but we barely spoke before." He said, now on his fourth beer.

"I know, it's a shame we didn't do this sooner."

"I know!" He said, raising up his bottle. We clinked them together, and he laughed. "Well we'll have to do it again sometime."

"Definitely." I smiled.

The game was soon over, and we were both onto beer number five now. I was pretty buzzed, and from the way Liam was swaying on his feet when he grabbed the fifth bottle, I'd say he was feeling the alcohol too.

It was past midnight when I shut the TV off. The room was dark aside from the streetlight pouring in through the window.

"Well I should get going." He stood up, swaying a little.

"Oh no man, I can't let you drive home like that. Just crash here." I said with a wave of my hand.

"Seriously?"

"You're too wasted to drive man, and even if you weren't I wouldn't mind. Do you want the couch or the bed?"

"Oh shit man, thanks. The couch'll be fine." He stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up a little. I caught a glimpse of his stomach, furry and defined. "And hey, I can give you a ride to school tomorrow."

"Sure thing, I'll grab you some pillows and a blanket." I said, getting up.

"Nothing too heavy dude, it's so warm in here."

I grabbed him a sheet and a pillow off of my bed, and when I went back to the living room, he was just undoing his belt.

"Thanks again man. You're like, my total life saver today." He dropped his pants, revealing his boxers, white cotton with blue stripes.

"Don't mention it man." I tossed the pillows and sheet onto the couch. He smiled and grabbed the sheet, laying himself down onto the couch.

"Good night!" He called as I left.

"Night." I said, heading to my room. I was breathing heavy, the image of him crawling into bed in just his boxers and undershirt was burned into my mind. I turned my desk lamp on and got my bed ready. As I stripped down to my own boxers, black boxer briefs today, I heard Liam rustling around outside in the hall. I didn't think to close my door, and he stumbled by.

"Sorry dude, have to piss." He smiled, now shirtless in my doorway. I saw the hairy pecs and abs, the trail of hair leading down into his boxers.

"Not a problem." I said.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that body underneath those clothes." He laughed. "Do you work out?"

"All the time, this building has a gym downstairs." I said, suddenly self conscious of my near nudity. I guess I had a decent enough body, definition where it counted. I wasn't hairy like Liam though, I just had a small trail on my stomach.

"Nice." He said with a nod of his head. Then he turned and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I saw the light flick on and heard him pissing, the door wide open. Somehow, even the image of him pissing was sexy. God I'd had too much beer.

I got into bed and pulled my blankets up. I saw the light go off in the hallway and shut my desk lamp off.

"Night dude." Liam said softly as he walked by my room.

"Good night."

I woke up in the morning, looked over at my alarm clock and saw it was almost 10 a.m. I yawned, thankful school didn't start till 2 in the afternoon today. I felt a little dry from my drinking the night before, but no awful hangover.

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and shot up in bed, thinking someone was breaking into my apartment. As I sprang from my bed I realized that it was just Liam, remembering the night before.

"Fuck." I muttered, pulling on my pajama pants and picking up my discarded t-shirt from the night before. I went to the kitchen, where I could smell coffee brewing.

"Oh hey man, did I wake you?" Liam smiled at me. He was still wearing nothing but his boxers, his bare body even sexier in the morning light.

"Not really, I heard noises and freaked out." I chuckled.

"Ahh, I've done that before." He stretched again, and I turned aside to the fridge to avoid staring.

"Want some breakfast?" I asked.

Soon we were back in the living room, having some bacon and eggs I whipped up. "Fuck, these are delicious." Liam said. He still hadn't dressed, I wasn't sure whether to be thankful for that or not.

"Nothing fancy." I said.

"I can't even cook Kraft Dinner dude." Liam laughed. "If my parents didn't live next door to a restaurant I would have starved long ago. Seriously though, these are great."

"You're gonna make me blush." I said with a laugh.

We finished the meal and I stuck the dishes in the dishwasher. When I got back to the living room, Liam had put his wife beater back on, and was gathering up his clothes.

"Mind if I grab a shower?" He asked.

"Not at all. I'll grab you a towel." I said, heading down to the storage closet where I kept the towels. As Liam was heading into the bathroom I stopped him.

"Weird question, but do you want some clean boxers or anything?" I asked.

"Well I didn't plan on staying so I didn't bring a spare pair..." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "If you've got a spare beater and some boxers I won't complain."

"Sure." I chuckled. My motivation wasn't entirely altruistic. Part of me just wanted to see him in my underwear. I grabbed him one of my favorite pairs, a pair of navy blue boxer briefs with a white waistband and piping. I grabbed him an old undershirt of mine as well.

"Thanks man." He said. I hadn't realized he was standing behind me. "I don't usually wear the tight boxers, but it's better than these." He said, pulling at the leg of the pair he was wearing. "I think these were a day old when I put them on yesterday anyways." He laughed.

"Oh god man, surprised I can't smell them from here." I laughed. He headed off to the shower and I went back out to the living room. He'd left his pants and sweater in the living room, so I was guaranteed a bit of a show.

When Liam emerged from the shower I was taken aback. I was a bit skinnier than him, so the clothes I'd given him were even tighter than they were supposed to be.

"A little small, but it works." He said. The boxers were skin tight, showing off his ample bulge and great ass. The shirt was stretched thin over his pecs, his nipples poking out through the white cotton. I left quickly to get my own shower.

The shower finally gave me some privacy, enough to picture Liam's ass in my boxers again, and some time to jack off. It wasn't long before I was shooting out my load all over the shower wall. I washed quickly and dressed.

"Ready to get going to school dude?" Liam asked, fully dressed now.

"Sure thing." I said, grabbing my bags and coat.

"I'll wash these boxers when I get a chance and bring them back to you."

"Better bring them next time you come over for a hockey game, might be a little weird to give them to me at school." I winked. Liam just laughed and we went down to his car.

Liam and I hung out at school that day, and I helped him get out of his shell a little bit to some of our classmates. He seemed more relaxed than I'd ever seen him before, constantly smiling and happy.

When it came time to hand in our assignments, Mr. Murdoch, our professor, took mine with a smile. When Liam went to hand his in, Murdoch stopped him.

"Well Liam, this is much better than I had anticipated... who did it for you?" He said blandly. Liam looked appalled, and stammered.

"I helped him with it sir." I said, turning back around. "But I don't appreciate that accusation. In fact, he helped me find a major error in my own work."

"Hmph." Murdoch scoffed. "Whatever."

"Are you going to apologize?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Liam was looking at me with his mouth gaping open.

"Sorry to have accused you boys of any inappropriate behavior." He said. It wasn't very convincing, but it was enough for me.

"Thank you sir." I said. Liam just rolled his eyes and went followed me back to our seats.

"What a douchebag." Liam muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, really though. I can't believe that."

"I owe you big time man. Thanks again." Liam said, patting my back. "Nobody ever stood up for me like that before." He whispered to me.

"No problem, nobody should talk to someone like that. Especially with what we pay for tuition." I grumbled, keeping our voices down so we wouldn't disturb the class.

"So how can I repay you?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it."

"How about dinner tonight?" He asked.

"I said don't worry Liam." I smiled.

"Sushi?" He asked, smiling back at me.

"My favorite."

"Say for 8 o clock?" He smiled.

"It's a date." I laughed. He smiled and patted my back again.

"If it's a date and I'm paying, you better put out." He said with a smirk.

"Well you better dress nicely then." I said back. He laughed.

"You crack me up dude." He said, pulling at his pants. "And speaking of crack, these boxers are way too tight."

"You should always carry a spare pair." I laughed. This cracked him up, and Murdoch gave us a dirty look as we broke down into giggles.

Liam dropped me off back at my apartment around five in the afternoon. "Well I'll see you at 8." He said as I got out.

"I'll see you then." I smiled.

I got up to my apartment and quickly stripped down naked, crawling into my bed and starting to jack myself off. The day I'd spent with Liam was great, not only was he hot, but he was funny, witty and all around a nice guy.

"Fuck yeah Liam..." I hissed, imagining him on his knees, licking and sucking at my cock. "Shit..." I remembered how he looked in my boxers, the package sticking out of them, the curves of his ass perfectly visible.

I let out a shout as my orgasm rocked me, cum shooting out onto my chest and stomach. I panted for a while, letting myself come down from the high of my orgasm.

"God..." I whispered. I'd always been like this, ever since I hit puberty in junior high. I had always developed crushes on straight guys, especially the handsome ones who had no idea of their own sexiness. Ones that were my friends, comfortable enough to be nude or nearly nude in front of me, not realizing how their flesh drove me wild. And it drove me nuts as well, desire and friendship intertwined, feelings blooming into wild fantasies. And always, the inevitable disappointment when I realized I could never have them. The jealousy I would feel when they got girlfriends, fiancées, even wives.

I remembered standing there, watching my best friend Alex get married, beaming with pride as his wife to-be walked down the aisle. I remember the anger I felt as she claimed him as hers, the guy I'd desired and lusted after since grade eight.

I sighed, using my boxers to wipe the cum up off of my chest. I had to stop this one in the bud. I put Liam out of my mind, and went to do my homework.

I was ready for dinner by seven thirty, nervous to be seeing Liam again. I had tried to clear my mind of sexual thoughts of him, but I had lost that battle. I jacked off in the shower again.

I chose a black silk button down shirt and dress pants, with a pair of red boxer briefs underneath. I was a bit more dressed up than I usually would be, and realized with a sigh I was thinking this was a real date.

I didn't have much more time to think on it, as my cell phone rang. It was Liam.

"Hey man, sorry I'm a little early, but I'm downstairs now." He said.

"Oh that's ok, I'm ready anyways. I'll be right down."

Liam was waiting there in his car, and as I got in, I paused. He was wearing a shirt similar to mine, but red instead of black. He had a suit jacket on over it, and a pair of dark blue jeans on his legs.

"Wow, you really did dress up." I said.

"You too." He smiled.

"I didn't think you would." I said, putting my seatbelt on.

"Well it's not often I get to go out for a somewhat fancy dinner, why not play it up a little?" He smiled.

"You clean up nice." I laughed. "Where are we headed?"

"Yuki, the new place downtown."

"Yuki? They're pretty expensive." I said.

"And fucking good." He said with a laugh.

"Well if you're paying man..."

"Don't worry, it's all good. I'll probably want you to cheat on my next accounting assignment again though." He joked.

"Oh god, I almost punched that old cunt today."

"Such language Mark." He chided me with a smile.

"You felt the same way."

"True, I would have called him a droopy old cunt though."

"Good point." I said as we both laughed.

As we sat down for dinner and sipped our wine, I decided it was time to come clean to Liam, about some things at least.

"Liam, I have to tell you something..."

"What?"

"Well this isn't easy for me to say, but..." I sighed. "I'm gay. I hope that doesn't change anything here."

"Why would it?" He shrugged and smiled.

I laughed in spite of myself. "Not the reaction I had thought I would get."

"What did you think you were getting?" Liam said as he took a drink of his wine.

"Well I don't know, usually it's anger, disgust, something like that."

"Psh. Fuck that." He said matter-of-factly. "I've got a gay uncle and a few gay cousins, no big deal to me."

"Well, I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about crashing at my place, or being seen at dinner all dressed up with me." I said, somewhat jokingly.

"Not at all man. I hope I didn't bother you with my uhh... lack of clothing this morning and last night."

"Bother me?" I laughed. "I was afraid you were going to freak out at me."

"Eh, who cares. If you enjoy the show, more power to you. Don't think you're going to get me to stay dressed for long though, I hate clothes." He laughed hard as I gaped at him.

"So you're cool with this?"

"Of course man, and don't worry, if I ever do feel uncomfortable about anything, I'll let you know. And besides, I had a pretty good idea anyways."

"Really?" I asked.

"Well I hate to sound stereotypical or anything, but you do dress pretty well." He said as I lost myself in a fit of laughter. "And there was an awful lot of skin care stuff in your bathroom. And candles everywhere in the apartment."

"Oh come on, give me a break." I laughed.

"And well, your kitchen was way too clean for a straight single guy. Since there wasn't any hint of female clothes in your room, you either had a maid or were gay." He smiled. I wiped tears from my eyes and laughed.

"Well I'm glad you're cool with it, and feel free to make all the jokes you want. I'm not uptight about anything."

"Not uptight? No wonder you're single." He winked.

"Oh god." I almost fell into another laughing fit, but our sushi arrived just then.

Dinner was great. Liam didn't make another mention of my sexuality, it was just comfortable like the night before.

"I wish I wasn't driving, would love some more wine." Liam said as we finished our dinner. "That one glass just wasn't enough."

"We could go back to my place and grab some." I suggested. "There's a liquor store a few blocks away from my place."

"You don't mind me crashing there again?" He asked.

"Nope, but maybe stop at your place for some clothes this time."

"Ahh yeah, not that I mind your underwear, but it would be nice to have some blood flow in my legs." He said sarcastically.

"Oh they weren't that tight."

"Oh, you were looking?" He laughed.

"Fuck." I laughed. "This is going to get dangerous."

We popped off at Liam's place, and he grabbed a bag of clothes while I waited in the car. When he came back out, he tossed the gym bag into the back seat. He still had his dress shirt and jacket on.

"To the wine store!" He said triumphantly.

We parked at my building and walked down to the liquor store, where we picked up a few bottles of wine and headed back to my place. A light snow was falling, I pulled my coat closed and buttoned it up.

"So when did you know you were gay?" Liam asked me.

"Probably junior high. Once I hit puberty. Up until then I'd thought I was straight. Thought I might have even had a crush on a girl or two."

"Ahh. Ever uhh..." He trailed off.

"Slept with a woman?" I finished for him.

"Yeah."

"God, didn't think you'd be shy about that." I laughed. "But yeah, I slept with a few girls in high school, didn't do much for me, but I did it anyways."

"Are you out to your family?"

"Yeah, totally. No problems there. All my friends outside of school know too."

"Why not tell the people at school?"

"Well to be honest, I didn't feel the need to. Most of them figured it out anyway, as soon as you add someone to Facebook, the word gets out."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Nope, been almost a year since my last boyfriend."

"Ahh, cool. My girlfriend just dumped me right before school started." Liam said, kicking a piece of ice down the sidewalk. "She said she didn't want to date someone who didn't have time for her."

"Because of school?"

"Yeah." He said with a sigh.

"What a bitch. Sounds high maintenance."

"Oh yeah, she definitely was. Hot though, and could suck a mean dick."

"Ahh, who says romance is dead?" I asked wistfully. Liam punched my arm playfully.

"I never said I was a romantic." He laughed as we shuffled into my building.

"Well you did take me out for a very nice date tonight." I laughed as we got into the elevator.

"I suppose so." He smiled. "So what's the plan for tonight?"

"Wine and more wine?" I suggested.

"Sounds good, I don't think there's a game on tonight." Liam said as I opened up my apartment. We got in and took our coats off. I opened up one of the bottles and grabbed us some glasses. Liam was sitting in the living room when I got there.

"So mind if I get out of these clothes? I brought some pajamas with me this time." Liam asked.

"Oh sure, I've been wanting to change since we were at your place." I said, heading to my room. I put my black pajama pants on and a blue t-shirt. Liam had changed into a pair of green plaid pajamas and one of his famous white undershirts when I got back.

"So what was your girlfriend's name?" I asked.

"Alice." Liam said, having finished the glass of wine I'd given him already. I decided to just bring out the bottle.

"Did you love her?" I asked.

"Not really." He sighed. "But we met in high school and she was hot, she fell for me and I just sort of rode the wave."

"So why stay with her so long?"

"I couldn't break up with her, I dunno. I didn't really want anything more serious, and for all of her drama she was good to me sometimes. Maybe I was just afraid."

"I know the feeling." I said.

"Oh?"

"Well Blake, the last guy I was dating... He was a nice enough guy and cute and all, but there was no... spark there, you know?"

"I know."

"Good, I've said that to some people and they just look at me funny."

"No, I sort of know what you mean man. I've met some girls like that, you just talk to them for a few minutes and you know you're crazy about them." Liam smiled. "How long were you and Blake together?"

"About a year."

"Why so long?" He asked.

"Well, he was sort of my rebound guy from a guy I was crazy about. It took me a few months to realize it was going nowhere, but by then he was mad about me, so I felt bad dumping him."

"Glad to know that gay relationships are the same as straight ones sometimes."

"Yeah, if only more people knew that." I said.

"I guess so, lots of morons out there."

We chatted for a few more minutes, and then Liam poured himself another glass of wine. I was surprised to see it was the end of the bottle. We'd been drinking quickly apparently. Liam got up and got us the second bottle.

A few hours passed, the two of us laughing and talking like old friends. I was surprised at how easily we got along, and said as much to Liam.

"Yeah, it's like I've known you for years." He said, slurring a little. "So uhh, more personal questions for you."

"Go ahead." I said.

"Smoke pot?" He asked.

"Sometimes."

"Now?" Liam grinned.

"If you have some." I grinned back. He reached down and fished a small plastic bag out of his gym bag. He rolled us a joint as I got the third (and last) bottle of wine out of the fridge.

"So do your parents know you've spent the past two nights at a gay guy's place?" I laughed as I got back to the living room.

"Hah, well I didn't really know until tonight." He said. "I don't think they'd care, I told them you were tutoring me and that you live outside the city, that's why I was staying there."

"Good cover."

"Yeah, they don't like to hear that I just get too wasted to drive back." He laughed. I opened the wine and we went out on the balcony to smoke the joint. My balcony was on the side of the building opposite the snow, so the ground was clear.

"Shit it's cold out!" He hissed.

"Yeah we should grab some sweaters or something." I said, hopping back inside. I went to my room and grabbed two old hoodies, bringing them back to Liam. He'd grabbed his shoes as well, but I went out in my slippers.

We smoked it as quickly as we could, then rushed back inside, giggling like idiots. We were pretty far gone as we opened up the third bottle of wine. Liam pulled off his hoodie and tossed it aside, I did the same.

"Nice to be back in the heat." He smiled, reaching up under his shirt and scratching his stomach. I felt the familiar feeling of lust rising up in my chest as I saw the bare flesh above his pajama pants. The waistband of his boxers was sticking up over the pajamas.

"So if they're so uncomfortable, why are you still wearing them?" I asked, pointing at my boxers sticking up over his pants.

"Hah, you caught me." He laughed. "They're comfortable enough once you get used to them, I might have to pick up a few pairs myself."

"Glad I could change your mind. I'll have to give you a thong next." I laughed.

"Oh god, can you imagine me in a thong?" He laughed uproariously. Fuck, could I ever picture him in a thong.

"One of these days."

"One of my friends in high school used to wear them actually." Liam said. "He said they were comfortable as fuck." Kind of a bizarre metaphor, but I let it slide.

"It's true, they're nice sometimes." I said.

"You actually have worn one?" Liam gaped.

"Have worn one? I have a bunch in my room." I laughed. "Don't look so shocked."

"Sorry, just can't imagine it." He said.

"Well next time you need a clean pair of underwear I'll let you try one." I said, taking another gulp of wine.

"Why wait?" He laughed. "Grab me one now."

"Seriously?"

"You too!" He said, getting up, and dashing to my room. I followed after him, laughing. "Where are they?" He said, opening up my underwear drawer, tossing my boxers aside.

"They're in the next drawer down." I laughed.

"Oh fine." He said, pulling that drawer open and ruffling through my undershirts. "Ahh, here at the bottom." He said, pulling out some of my thongs. He had a black one and a red one.

"Well, I had the red shirt." He said, taking the red one. "And you had the black." He tossed me the black one. I blinked in surprise as he turned away from me and dropped his pants and boxers. His ass was just as fuzzy as the rest of him, light brown hair covering his legs and ass.

"Wow!" He said. "This is tiny dude!"

It was true, his cock and balls were outlined in the thin, silky fabric. "But it's true, it's kind of comfortable. I hate to admit it though." He laughed. "So put yours on."

I turned away and quickly dropped my own pants and boxers, stepping into the thong. The black fabric was just as revealing on me.

"So how do I look?" He asked with a smile, turning around and striking poses.

"Hard to tell with that shirt on." I joked. He took it off in one quick motion, now standing there in my bedroom barely covered.

"Looks pretty good." I said honestly, trying to make it sound silly. The husky note in my voice probably gave away my true thoughts.

"Well I'll give it a try sometime when I'm not wasted." Liam laughed, dropping the thong to the floor. This time he did it with his front facing me. I saw his low hanging balls and his thick, flaccid cock, surrounded by trimmed pubes. I caught my breath as he pulled the boxers and pants back on. He laughed and slapped me on the shoulder as he went back to the living room.

I stood there, confused for a few seconds. God he was comfortable with me. I tossed my own thong aside and put my pants and boxers back on. Liam had left his shirt on my bed, so I figured in my drunken state that I should forgo mine as well.

The two of us ended up talking late into the night, finishing off the third bottle of wine quickly. Soon we were laying sprawled across the couch, our legs intertwined.

"So who was the guy you were rebounding from with Blake?" Liam asked.

"Oh no time for that story tonight, I should really get to bed." I said, standing up and yawning. Liam poked my stomach and laughed.

"Not getting out of it that easily." He said, standing up. He took me by the arm and pulled me towards my bedroom.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"Tell me the story." He said, pushing me down into bed. I crawled over to the wall and pulled the blanket up over my shoulder. I opened my eyes in surprise as I felt a weight on the other side of the bed. Liam had climbed onto the bed beside me, and pulled the blankets up over his own shoulder.

"Getting into bed with the gay guy now?" I asked.

"Don't try to change the subject." He laughed, reaching over and tickling my stomach. I laughed and kicked at him under the blankets.

"Oh fine, will you leave me alone if I do?" I asked, still laughing.

"Depends if I like the answer."

"His name was Alex." I said.

"And you loved him?"

"With all my heart." I said. I'd never vocalized any of this to anyone before, but somehow I felt comfortable enough with Liam. It might have been the level of intoxication, or something else entirely...

"How did you guys meet?"

"In junior high."

"Oh wow, long term relationship."

"Oh no, we were never in a relationship."

"Fuck buddies?" Liam asked.

"No. We never even had sex."

"So... what?" Liam was confused.

"He wasn't even gay." I whispered into the darkness, seeing Liam's face inches from mine. "He was straight."

"And you loved him?"

"Like a friend, like a brother, and like a lover all at once. It was all consuming. I spent hours dreaming of our life together."

"So what happened?"

"He got married. I was his best man." I said, my voice breaking. My years of bottling this up came to a head. A tear ran down my cheek to my pillow. "I had to give a speech saying how happy I was about him and Sharon. All the while I was dying inside, wishing he could have seen the life he could have had with me instead."

My tears gave way to a bitter laugh. "So, still feel cool about dancing around in your underwear around me Liam?"

He reached out and put his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I sobbed as he hugged me, whispering about how it would all be ok. "It'll be fine man, just let it out." He whispered, his hands softly stroking my back. I pushed my head into his chest, letting my feelings run their course.

"Thank you." I said finally, wiping my face. He still held me close to him.

"It's alright man. I take it I was the first person that's ever heard that story." He said quietly.

"What gave it away?" I asked, suddenly feeling very sober. "Was it the mental breakdown?"

"Far from a breakdown." He smiled. I looked up to see tears in his eyes.

"What's going on Liam?" I asked.

"I don't know how to put this into words." He said, rubbing his eyes, one arm still around my shoulders.

"Try."

"I've never felt a connection like this, like I have with you." He said. "Not with a girl, not with a guy, not with anyone. It's like that spark you were talking about earlier, the one you didn't have with Blake. I pretended to know what you were talking about, but I didn't until tonight. Seeing you across the table there, it just felt... right."

"And then seeing you break down like that. Seeing how I could comfort you. Seeing how you felt in my arms..." He trailed off and looked aside. "I don't know what's going on Mark."

I was shocked. "I felt the same way about you Liam."

"Truly?"

"Yes."

"But, I mean, I'm not gay." He said. "At least, I never thought I was."

"Life is a journey Liam, and it's always changing..."

"Do you think you could turn straight if you felt this way about a girl?" He asked me.

"I don't know, I never have felt that way about a girl. But it wouldn't make me straight."

"What would it make you?" He asked me.

"It would make me... me." I said.

"Just yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm not defined by my sexuality. And nobody should be. We should just be free to love whoever we please."

"I don't know Mark, to be honest I was hoping the wine would help clear this up for me, but if anything, I'm even more confused."

"Well, there's no need to make any decisions tonight. But for now, I'd love it if you could stay the night here."

"I was gonna crash here anyways." He said.

"I mean in my bed."

There was silence for a few heartbeats.

"I can't sleep with pants on." He said, then laughed.

"Neither can I." We both took our pajamas off and tossed them aside. He was still wearing my boxers. I rolled over and said "Good night Liam."

"Wait." He said. I felt him move up against my back, and slip his arms underneath of mine, wrapping them around my chest. I leaned back into his hairy chest, feeling better than I had in years.

"How does this feel Liam?" I asked.

"It feels right."

"I know."

"Just one more thing." He whispered. "Can I get a kiss?"

I turned my head back, and our lips met. A shock went down my spine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. The stubble on his chin tickled mine as we broke off the kiss.

I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up alone. Liam left a note on the fridge for me. It was pretty short and to the point.

"Sorry about last night, hope you're ok."

Well, looks like I did it again.

Liam didn't show up to school that day. Some of my classmates commented on it, I said I didn't know where he was. I was distraught the entire day. I felt like I'd scared him off, like I shouldn't have been so open with him. Not only had I lost a friend, I'd lost a really great, really confused guy.

I went home and moped around, cleaning up the bottles and glasses we'd left the night before. I tried to watch the hockey game, but it just got me thinking about Liam. I decided to go for a run and clear my head.

And now we're back where I started. Laying in bed, sweating and hating myself. I got up and saw Liam's undershirt from the night before on the floor. He hadn't taken it with him. I changed into my pajamas and gathered up his shirt, pulling it up to my face as I crawled back into bed.

The smell was there, but faint. The smell of Liam. I pressed it to my nose and let out a sigh.

My phone rang suddenly, piercing the silence of the night. I got out of bed and saw it was Liam calling.

"Liam? Are you ok?" I asked, frantic.

"I'm a little drunk, but I'm ok. Come let me in." He said.

"Where are you?"

"Downstairs, where else?" I threw on a hoodie and my slippers, and ran down the steps to the front door. Liam was standing there, wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black coat. I let him in, he was more than a little drunk.

"Come on upstairs, let's get you out of the cold."

"I'm so sorry Mark." He said as we got onto the elevator. His eyes were misting up. "I should never have done that to you this morning. I was a fucking coward."

"It's ok Liam, I came on way too strong last night."

"No. You were perfect." He smiled. "It was me that fucked up."

We went to my apartment and he took off his coat. He was bare chested underneath.

"What happened?" I asked as he went to the kitchen. He came back with a beer, which I didn't think he needed, but kept my mouth shut.

"I went to the bar and tried to pick up some chick." He said, sitting down next to me. I put my arm around him, and he didn't try to move it. "She was smoking hot too, blonde, big tits, tight skirt, you know."

"Well I can guess." I chuckled. He smiled, though his eyes were still misty.

"I took her out to my car and we started fooling around. Except, I wasn't interested. All I could think about was you, and that kiss last night. And how handsome you looked when I woke up and saw you sleeping in my arms."

"So what happened?"

"She got pissed off that I couldn't get it up and left me in the backseat." He let out a loud laugh. "So I tossed my coat on and drove around for a bit."

"You're way too drunk to be driving." I chided him.

"I know, but I had to get drunk. I mean, my whole life is upside down now Mark. You have no idea."

"I think you're making this out to be too huge of a deal." I said.

"I could be gay."

"And? So what. Would you rather be gay and happy or straight and miserable?" I asked angrily. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Can we go back to bed?" He asked.

"Depends, am I going to wake up alone tomorrow?"

"No, because I don't think we'll be getting much sleep." He said, and leaned in to kiss me. It was different than last night, but I felt the same spark. Where it had been sweet last night, tonight it was passionate. His mouth and tongue were moving quickly, and I felt his hands pulling at my hoodie. I pulled the sweater over my head and stood up, leading him to the bedroom.

We kissed all down the hallway, Liam's hands pulling down my pajamas before we were even in my room. I was wearing a pair of boxer briefs like the pair I had lent him.

"They look just as good on you." He said, smiling and undoing his jeans.

"Are you still wearing those?" I asked as the same boxers came into view.

"No, these ones I picked up this afternoon. Is that my shirt?" He asked, pointing to the bed where his wife beater still was laying.

"Yeah."

"You took it to bed with you?"

"It reminded me of you."

"Kiss me again." He said, pulling me into his arms and falling down into my bed with me. I laid there underneath of him, feeling our cocks grow inside the matching boxers. He had taken control now, his arms pushing mine down into the bed, his mouth controlling the rhythm of our kissing. I felt his hips start to grind.

"Fuck this is so hot." He whispered, kissing down my neck. My neck was incredibly sensitive, and I jumped each time he flicked his tongue across it. He moved down to my chest, licking my nipples. I felt the muscles in his back as he moved further down, eventually coming to the waistband of my boxers. He used his teeth to pull them down.

"Nice trick." I smiled down at him.

"I learned it from my ex." He smiled back up. "But what a nice fucking cock you have." He said, grabbing the base of my 8 inch uncut cock. "Uncut, like mine." He said, before pulling the skin back and taking it into his mouth.

I let out a cry of emotion as he started to blow me. I knew it was his first time, but he seemed skilled nonetheless. His tongue flicked around the head of my dick as his fist pumped up and down. I saw that his free hand was in his own boxers, rubbing furiously at a cock that looked to be around the same size as mine.

I was lost in the sensation as Liam flipped my legs up, licking and nibbling at my balls and inner thighs. I encouraged him by running my hands through his hair, and moaning with every contact our skin made. I wasn't kidding either, I had never felt this good about sex before.

"Let me see it." I begged, reaching down and rubbing his stiff pole through the boxers. He complied with a smile, showing off a cock the same length as mine, but slightly thicker.

"I think you win." I smiled.

"What do I win?"

"A world class blowjob from me." I laughed, pushing him off of me and rolling him over. He seemed surprised at my strength, but I moved quickly. I licked and sucked at his package, soaking his boxers with my spit.

"Oh god Mark." He panted, writhing on the bed. "You know how to work a dick."

"Better than your ex?" I smiled.

"So much better..." He groaned as I pulled his boxers down. He kicked them off and I went back to work, opening my mouth and taking his cock inside. He let out a pant as I moved my head up and down over his cock, massaging his pole with my mouth. My tongue swirled around his head, the salty taste of his precum filling my mouth.

It tasted even better than I had imagined. I pulled down my own boxers, tossing them onto the floor along with Liam's. I moved down to his balls, the hair on them tickling my tongue. I moved down his balls, pushing his legs up into the air.

"Fuck!" He cried out as my tongue made contact with his ass. I saw his hands grasp my sheets and his head flew up off the pillow. I chuckled and reached my tongue out again. "Why did I never feel this before?" He panted out into the night.

I didn't even answer, I just went back to licking his fuzzy hole. His legs and arms were flailing as I licked, the sensations driving him mad.

"Shit! I never even knew I could feel anything like this." He said breathlessly. I kept licking, his hole contracting each time my tongue flew over it. His ass tasted even better than his cock, and I could have eaten him out for hours, had he not pulled me up to his lips.

"Fuck." He grunted as we started to kiss again. His hands moved down my smooth chest to my cock, stroking it and rubbing his hands down my balls. I arched my back and sighed as he stroked me, rubbing his fingers up under my foreskin. I could have shot my load right there as he brought his fingers up to his lips, licking my precum off of them and smiling.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked quietly. He just smiled and stroked my dick some more, bringing his face up to mine to kiss me again. His lips were softer than I would have thought, the small beard on his chin tickling me as we kissed. We rolled over again until I was underneath of him. Precum smeared all over my stomach as we kissed and grinded our bodies together.

"So did your girlfriends ever let you fuck them up the ass with that beast?" I asked, wrapping my legs around his.

"No." He smiled.

"Did you ever want to?"

"All the fucking time."

"Well it's your lucky day." I smiled, spreading my legs.

"Really?" He opened his eyes wide, surprised.

"There's lube in the drawer there." I nodded my head towards my bedside table. "I want to feel you inside me." He reached over to the drawer and pulled out the small bottle inside.

"Just in case?" He smiled as he spread some of the lube over his throbbing cock. I shivered as he spread it over my hole, jacking his dick as he did.

"How do you want it?" He asked.

"Just like this." I said, putting my legs up in the air. "I want to see your face while you fuck me."

"Sounds like a plan to me bro." He smiled, lining his dick up with my hole. Even though I knew it was coming, he was thick. My eyes opened wide as he entered me, a small gasp escaping my mouth.

As for Liam, his head was back and his eyes were closed. "Oh my god this is amazing..." He whispered as he started to thrust. It felt like he was ripping me in half, but I didn't even care. I wanted him. And I wanted his cock.

"Fuck me man, fuck me hard." I begged. He opened his eyes and looked down, smiling at me.

"Sure thing." His mouth curled up and his hips started to buck. Every thrust sent a spasm of pleasure through me. I started to stroke my dick as Liam took hold of my legs, putting them up over his broad shoulders.

He took charge then, leaning down over me and thrusting his cock deep inside me. Deeper with every thrust it seemed. We were both sweating now, I could see the sheen of it on his chest, and smell the scent of it on the air. He leaned down to kiss me, and I lost myself in the sensations. Everywhere we touched seem to feel like we were connected more than physically, like we were one body moving in time.

It seems silly to say that now, like a giant cliché almost. But at the time, that's how I felt. I remember, because I had never felt that way before. Liam's grunting broke my reverie, and I realized I had no idea how much time had passed.

Liam's hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and I saw beads of it running down his face.

"Come down here and kiss me." I ordered him. His eyes didn't open, but his face shot forward and we kissed. I reached around and grabbed his muscled ass cheeks, pulling him towards me, as if I could feel him any deeper inside of me.

"I'm gonna cum soon man." He whispered in my ear, licking and kissing frantically at my neck.

"Pull out and shoot on me man, I want to feel your cum all over me."

"It's gonna be soon!" He said, pulling his cock free of my ass. I felt empty without him there, but we both started to jack off, him kneeling between my legs.

We couldn't have timed it better if we had tried, both of our cocks exploded within two seconds of each other. Cum shot up over my head, some landing on my face and chest. I gasped as some landed in my mouth, some landing on my stomach.

I realized Liam was practically yelling as he shot, shaking the last few drops of cum out of his dick and onto my balls. I reached up, pulling him down to kiss me again. Our tongues wrestled, and our bodies grinded together again. The cum that had been sprayed all over me was mashed up between us, but we didn't care.

Liam rolled over onto his back, and I curled up on his chest.

"That was great." He sighed.

"Wasn't it?" I smiled, running my hand down his now sticky chest.

"Should we clean up?"

"Nope. I love being covered in your jizz."

"But your sheets..." He started.

"They'll wash. Go to sleep Liam." I smiled. I hadn't felt like this in ages, if ever. I watched as he fell asleep, the smile still etched on his face.

I woke up the next morning to see Liam beside me, reading a well worn copy of Dune had pulled off of my bookshelf.

"Hey there stud." He smiled as I woke up.

"Hey." I rubbed my eyes sleepily. "How long have you been awake?"

"An hour or so." He put the book down on my bedside table.

"Oh god, you didn't have to wait around."

"No Mark, I promised you that when you woke up I would still be here." He reached over and put his arm around me, I moved back onto his chest. "And here I am."

We kissed slowly, the scent of sex and male bodies still hung about the room. I felt the stickiness on my chest and remembered the huge loads we'd both shot the night before.

"So do you want another one of my fabulous breakfasts?" I asked.

"Oh I think that would work." He chuckled. I crawled over him in bed, giving him another quick kiss, and pulled a pair of boxers off the floor.

"Are these yours or mine?" I asked.

"Who cares?" He winked at me, laughing as I blushed a little. I threw the boxers on and went to get us some breakfast. I even served it to Liam in bed, making him laugh.

"You'll make a fine wife someday." He joked. When we were finished eating, we realized it was a little late, and we had to get going quickly if we were going to make it to school.

"How about we shower together?" Liam suggested.

"That's just going to take longer..." I winked, giving his bare cock a quick stroke.

"Not if you behave. You'll get plenty of that later." He said.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Of course, unless you don't want to see me tonight..."

"God Liam, of course I do, I just wasn't sure if you wanted to..." He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

"Now let's get in the shower."

He'd brought clean clothes and even a clean pair of boxers, and we managed to keep things mostly clean in the shower. We made out a bit, but we washed quickly and dried off as fast as we could.

We got to school with barely a moment to spare, before settling down into our classes.

During our lunch break, Liam came with me to my locker.

"So uh... am I allowed to hold your hand?" He asked shyly.

"What?" I was taken aback. "I didn't realize we'd gotten to that stage." I chuckled. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." He took my hand, and we headed down to the cafeteria. Some of our classmates were there, and looked surprised as Liam and I walked hand in hand into the food court.

"So you guys are a couple...?" Meghan, one of the girls in our class asked us.

"Yeah, we just started going out the other night." Liam said with a smile, looking over at me.

"I didn't even know you were gay Liam." She said with a laugh. Overall, everyone seemed surprised, but nobody seemed to be offended by it. I was glad, having been scared of their reactions beforehand. If anything it served to open us up more to them.

When the day came to a close, we walked out to Liam's car.

"So how did your first day as a gay man feel?" I asked as we sat down.

"Well it felt pretty darn good." He said. "I'm thinking of telling my parents too soon."

"That's a big step."

"Well I'd tell them tonight but they're out of town. Which reminds me..." He smiled. "Why don't you come spend the night at my place?"

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" I laughed.

"One who would look good naked in my bed." He said, leaning over to kiss me. "Or maybe in my boxers?" He suggested with a wink.

"Let's go." I said.