Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 21:36:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Right Time, Part 3

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are
offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in
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THE RIGHT TIME
by M.J. McLean
Part 3

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


TO BE CONTINUED
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