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4
It had been a week since my first session with Logan. I was
very nervous — and skeptical — when I came in for the first visit, but it went
okay. I guessed. I felt it weird that he thought going through my black book
would get us anywhere with me not getting over Cooper, but I trusted Logan. I
wouldn't have chosen my old college friend to be my therapist otherwise.
A stranger would have been odd to talk to about things,
particularly sexual things. But Logan and I had spoken openly since our college
days. It was just sort of strange thinking of him in a "doctor-like" capacity.
The receptionist was quite friendly. She said it would only
be a few moments. Not in a derogatory way, but I felt she had landed a fairly
cushy job. Being a receptionist for three counselors couldn't be that
challenging. Scheduling, greeting patients, tending to doctors' requests
sounded simple enough. I wasn't sure if she was in charge of
the bookkeeping or not. It seemed like a low-stress job, but did I really know?
I noticed her glance at her personal cell phone. That
answered my question a little. I figured she wasn't overworked, but good for
her. I'd love for my job to be less stressful.
But part of my stress was knowing Cooper was two floors
above me. It was a daily struggle to know he was up there — and he wasn't
"mine." If I couldn't get over him, the only other serious option was to look
for a transfer. I wasn't crazy about the idea of moving, but could I really be
in the same building as Cooper for ... who knows. Years? It couldn't be healthy
to have a broken heart every day.
"Dr. Horwood will see you now," the receptionist told me.
She gestured toward Logan's door.
I didn't think I was supposed to knock, so I just slowly
opened the door.
"Hey," I said.
"Have a seat, Mitchell," he said.
I took the chair, which I found comfortable enough last
week, but I noticed a couch. Was that a requirement of all therapists?
"Do your clients ever use the couch?"
"Patients. Yes, sometimes."
"Do you have a preference where ... patients ... sit?"
"Not really. I just like them to be comfortable."
I got hung up on the word patient. I didn't like it.
It made me feel sick. Was I sick? Was I broken?
"Mitchell?"
"Hm? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking of me being a patient.
Does that mean I'm sick?"
"Not necessarily. You see your doctor when you have concerns
physically. These are just mental concerns. Your well-being is a top priority.
You don't always take your car in when something's wrong. You take them in for
tune-ups and routine maintenance."
"That was worded very specifically."
"I just want you to know that talking things out is a good
thing. It's healthy."
"I see."
"How do you feel after our session last week?"
"Good, I suppose. I'm not sure why we are focusing so much
on the past, but ... I just felt good talking. I do hope we can get around to
helping me get over Cooper. I'm afraid if I don't, I'll talk myself into
transferring to another city."
"That's a bit extreme over a broken love, but ..."
"But we work in the same building."
"True."
"How do you feel about our session last week?" I
asked my college friend.
"Me? I think it went well. I've known you for years but
hearing about your initial experiences lets me know more about you."
"But does it help with my situation with Cooper?"
"Quite possibly. I'm feeling there is something for us to
unearth that will help."
"If you say so."
"Where did we leave off?"
I sighed. "Number four. Vaughan Peterson. Six foot. Brown hair, brown eyes. Nice muscles. Six inches hard.
A little over four inches soft. Trimmed bush. Low-hanging balls. Came quickly. Thick cum."
I looked at Logan. Most people would have some type
of reaction to hearing such words read. He hardly blinked.
I added, "First fuck."
That made him lift an eyebrow.
"Tell me about Vaughan."
"Since things weren't ideal with how Preston reacted, I
didn't pursue anyone for a while. Obviously, the gay pond isn't as big as the
straight pond."
"Was it a lack of `casting your net' or were you avoiding
it?"
"I wasn't put off by Preston's rejection. I felt comfortable
with who I was. But I did get a bit uneasy about who others might not be."
"Explain."
"Well, Preston was completely into us ... getting it on. But
then he turned into someone else. I wondered how many people were like that. I
guess I was okay not dating for a while. But
then, after a few months, I ... I knew it was time."
"How did you know?"
"My dick wanted sex."
"How scientific."
"Vaughan joined the LGBT group at the beginning of the year,
following the winter break. We saw each other from afar. After a few weeks, we
started talking. Then we started meeting for dinner in the caf'.
After a week or two of that, we started dating."
"Did you date for a while?"
"We did. For two or three weeks, it was nice. Kissing. Oral
sex. It was good. It wasn't off-the-charts sex, but it was ... well, sex. It was
difficult to find private places with roommates and all. We'd find a time to
sneak in blowjobs, but with roommates, there was no overnight stuff."
"It can be kind of a strain to not have one's own place."
"But there was something that really impressed me."
"Fucking?"
"No! Jesus, Logan."
"Sorry. My mistake. I jumped to a conclusion."
"I will get to that, but Vaughan impressed me that he wanted
to take me home."
"Oh. That happens sometimes on college campuses."
"Right. But he wanted to introduce me as his boyfriend to
his parents."
"I see."
"When you're nineteen, that's kind of a big deal."
"I would agree."
"We agreed to split spring break. Four days at his home and
four days at my parents' house."
"You didn't say `your' house."
"Does it matter?"
"Maybe. Did your parents' house not feel
like home to you?"
His question stumped me. I had been in that house since I
was four years old. At the time, it was the only `home' I could remember. I was
sure at the time it felt like home. I wasn't quite sure why I phrased it that
way to Logan.
"I – I guess it did, at least at that time. Now, it doesn't."
"Tell me why."
"After graduation, getting my own apartment ... that became
home to me. Now when I think of the house I grew up in, it is `Mom and Dad's'
but not my home."
"You felt welcome though, right?"
"Oh, for sure. They were happy that I was bringing a friend
home."
"Friend or boyfriend?"
"Both. I told them we had been seeing each other."
"And you sharing a bed wasn't an issue."
"My parents are pretty liberal.
You've met them."
Logan nodded and smiled. He scribbled a few more things down
on the infuriating notepad.
"And how did spring break go?"
"And here is my bedroom,"
Vaughan said, concluding the tour. "It will finally be nice to have a big bed
in a room just to ourselves," he said, just before kissing me. "We can have
space to really get our game on."
"What? You'd do it with me here
while your parents are home?"
"You're not loud."
I rolled my eyes. He was right
about that. Hearing my parents a couple years
previously still had its effect on me. However, doing anything sexual in the
same house where one's parents were seemed ... risky. Scary. Unwise. Practically
out of the question.
Regardless of those thoughts,
after an evening with his parents, Vaughan and I turned in. He stripped
completely naked before slipping into the sheets. I left my briefs on.
"You don't need those. We're all
alone."
"What if they walked in?"
"They won't. They never do that.
I think my older sister screamed at them for a week when she was fifteen when
they walked into her room. I'm not sure what all took place, but I could hear
it. They never go into our rooms at all. Ever. When we are in them, I mean."
"How old is your sister now?"
"Twenty-four. Lives in St.
Louis. Got a job as an assistant store manager. Not a bad gig. Not amazing
money, but with a roommate, she has a nice apartment."
"I see."
"I've told her about you."
"You have??"
"I like you, Mitchell. I like
talking about us."
Us. I'd never thought of me
being a part of an us. I didn't think either of us had even used the
word boyfriend with each other. It was weird how that two-letter word
made me feel warm and confused and happy and scared and uncertain.
The light turned out and the two
of us were plunged into extreme darkness. There was virtually no light coming
in through the blinds. It was a very dark room.
I felt a hand turning my face.
Vaughan's lips found mine. We kissed for a couple of minutes. Then his hand
took mine and moved it to where my fingers touched his cock. His hard cock.
I felt it and gave it a few
gentle strokes.
"We're really not going to do
anything with your parents here, are we?" I whispered.
He kissed me again. "I have to assume they think we are. Wouldn't you assume two
horny college guys in the same bed were getting each other off?"
I didn't like the thought of anyone's
parents thinking of me in a sexual way. When we got to my home later in spring
break, would my parents assume anything sexual was going on? That totally
weirded me out. It would seem obvious, but I hadn't thought about it before I
told them I was bringing Vaughan. If they thought we were having sex, did it
make sense to not have sex? I never thought of sex as being complicated.
Until that very moment.
I remembered hearing my parents
again. It was enough to make my hard-on begin to deflate.
I sat up.
"I don't know, Vaughan."
"What's wrong?"
"I – I – I feel weird with them
down the hall."
He put my hand on his raging
boner again. "There's one way we can be sure to be quiet."
"Oh?"
"If both of us have something in
our mouths."
Vaughan leaned up, and I felt
his fingers grip my underwear. I lifted my butt off the mattress, and he pulled
my briefs down my legs. My eyes must have adjusted to the darkness ever so
slightly because I could see his silhouette bring my underwear to his face. I
heard him inhale. When you are horny, that seemed kind
of hot. When you weren't horny, it seemed like a bunch of unsanitary germs
shoved in your face. At that moment, it was hot.
I got horny quickly.
We both folded the covers down.
My feet and shins were still underneath. We took a minute to kiss some more.
The longer we did, the harder my dick became. He felt my chest. I ran my
fingers through the hair that was on his. I touched his nipple and my cock
lurched. I could cut steak with it at that point.
Vaughan broke away from our kiss
and maneuvered his body 180 degrees. Touching and feeling our way, we
eventually found our faces at the other guy's crotch. My nose bumped into his
erection. I took a hand to guide it into my mouth. I felt my own rod being
swallowed at the same time. The 69 position kept us
both engaged — and quiet.
The slow sucking soon combined
with groping, which made it even more arousing. I loved cupping his ass as his
dick fucked my throat. Vaughan's fingernails lightly scratched my back as his
face bobbed on my cock as best it could while pressed to the bed. Then he ran
his fingers through my hair as I sucked his flesh. For some reason, that sent
me over the edge. I wanted to tell him I was about to come, but I had a mouth
full of dick.
I lightly grunted and squirmed
to let him know I was about to come. He understood and gripped my ass tight,
forcing me to stay in his mouth. I hummed into his penis as my own erection
unloaded my cum into his throat. My moans were slight,
but I still feared his parents could hear me, as if the room were bugged.
I had finished coming, but
Vaughan didn't release my cock. His tongue played with it. Flicking like a
snake's, it stimulated the head of my organ as if trying to dab any last drop
of cum that might ooze out.
I was surprised that I came
first. Vaughan had been the one who came the fastest in the past. It only took
a few minutes for him to reach orgasm usually.
He pulled his mouth off. "Keep
sucking me," he whispered. "I'll let you know when I'm gonna come."
True to his word, three minutes
later, he panted, "I'm close."
I took my mouth off and started
jerking his stiff flesh with gusto. I didn't feel like swallowing, but I let my
tongue lick the underside of his mushroom head.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he breathed.
The first blast still managed to
hit my chin. I pulled away and continued to stroke him vigorously. His hips
squirmed and writhed in total ecstasy below me.
"Mitchellllllll,"
he moaned. I was scared it could be heard, but I knew deep down it wasn't that
loud.
"We had a good time. I felt weird about doing anything at
his parents' house. They were there, but he wanted to."
"And did you?"
"Oh yeah." I could still recall it vividly. "At first it was
oral, but then he wanted to take it further."
Dinner Saturday night was
delicious. I thanked Mrs. Peterson for the great meal.
A surprise cold front dropped
the temperatures down into the upper 40s. Mr. Peterson built a fire because of
the chill. We all agreed it felt nice. The four of us played a game of cards
following dinner. As the time moved later into the night, his parents opened a
bottle of wine.
"Mitchell, since Vaughan
graduated high school, we share wine with him as long as
he stays home and doesn't drive. Would you like a glass too? It's fine if you
don't."
I had tried a few beers, but
since I couldn't legally buy alcohol, I didn't pursue it. I wasn't as
captivated with drinking as much as many of my dormmates were.
"I guess. Sure."
It was my first taste of wine. I
didn't particularly care for it. I thought it would be sweet. They told me it
was Cabernet. It wasn't sweet. I sipped on it every now and then.
As much as the wine was not
doing it for me, the fire was. I sat on the floor in front of the couch to be
on the level of it. Vaughan picked up his glass and sat next to me. He put his
arm around me. I took a sip. About halfway through the glass of wine, I
realized I didn't dislike it as much as when I started. What I liked the most
was Vaughan expressing affection in front of his parents. I leaned into his
body. He rested his head on my shoulder.
"This is nice," he softly said.
"It is," I replied and took
another sip.
"Yes, it is," Mrs. Peterson
said. "I'm glad you could join Vaughan, Mitchell. It's nice having you here."
"Thank you, ma'am. I've had a
good time."
"Further?"
"Yes. I was underage, but the Petersons let us have some
wine. There was a fireplace. It was all romantic. After his parents turned in, Vaughan
topped off our wine, and I think I had a slight buzz when we went to bed."
"What are your thoughts on alcohol?"
"Then or now?"
"Either."
"Well, then ... it was ... an unknown. I didn't do much underage
drinking. I learned to appreciate it as an adult. Cooper was in AA, so I didn't
drink much then. When he and I started out, he was heavily
drinking, even at work. That changed. For the better, thank goodness."
"Did it affect your decisions in any way that night?"
I questioned if it did or not. It was so long ago.
"Maybe. Drinking is supposed to make you let down your
guard. I don't think it caused me to do what we did, maybe just the fact that I
was willing to do it with his parents down the hall."
I didn't even think about
keeping my underwear on. The previous night had gone so well.
Vaughan stretched out his arm as
I crawled into bed. My dick wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. I rolled
into his body and his arm wrapped around my neck. I kissed him on the cheek. I
liked being held like this. Vaughan was athletic, but he wasn't a jock. He
wasn't on a team. His arm seemed strong pulling me into his body. He worked
out; his muscles felt very masculine. Being in a bed with actual space, it was
kind of ironic that we were so close together. However, it had been handy in
maneuvering the night before.
He had not turned off his lamp,
but it had a dimmer. We held each other in the lowest setting of illumination.
My hands rubbed his pectoral muscles. They gripped them and massaged them.
"Have your parents always let
you drink?" I asked.
"It's not like I drink a lot.
Since I graduated high school, if they are having wine, they offer me a glass.
I've learned to like it. They have told me as long as
I am home and not driving, they permit it."
"That's pretty progressive."
"If you think so. It's not like
they are funneling it down my throat."
I silently snickered.
"Speaking of down your throat,"
I whispered into his ear. He found my dick, now fully hard, and began stroking
it. Immediately, my hard-on was swarmed with stimulating pleasure. I breathed a
soft moan in his ear.
It wasn't long before he
instructed me (in the most loving way) to "come up here." I thought I knew what
he meant. He wanted me to straddle him and bring my cock to his face. As I
leaned up to do that, I could feel slight effects from the wine, but it wasn't
like I was tipsy.
I looked down at him as my erection
was inches from his face. He smiled up at me, then he stuck his tongue out, and
I rested my organ on it. A hand reached around to my ass to move my body
closer. He consumed me. "Mmm," I softly acknowledged.
I worked my cock in and out of
his mouth. My hands were on the headboard, and I soon increased my speed,
virtually fucking his face. Both his hands groped my ass cheeks as I thrust my
hips forward into his waiting throat. Soon, his fingers traced the length of my
crack. He softly felt the fine hairs on my ass. I could easily detect one of
his fingers exploring deeper, eventually finding the pucker of my hole. I
didn't know what to think of it. He just massaged it and pushed on it and
rubbed small circles in the area. But he didn't push in. I kept thrusting my
dick into his face. One hand was holding on, the other ran my fingers through
his hair. I was loving this position.
But he stopped.
He pushed me away from his face.
My look of confusion prompted him to explain.
"I want to try something," he
whispered.
"That was feeling pretty great."
"I know, but I've been thinking
about something for a while."
I cocked my head but didn't say
anything.
"Do you ever think about doing
other stuff?"
I thought I knew where he was
heading, but I didn't want to say.
"Go on."
"I want you inside me, Mitchell.
Do you want to do it?"
"Fuck?"
He nodded vigorously.
Whoa. Normally I wouldn't have
pursued this. I didn't feel ready. I would have asked him to wait, but the wine
may have lowered my inhibitions.
"I've never done it. Do you know
what to do?"
"Let's figure it out."
I was scared but excited. I was
eager but nervous.
He motioned for me to take my
body from above his. I maneuvered to his side, now seeing his hard cock bob as
he twisted his body to reach into his nightstand. His arm rummaged through
things until he pulled out a bottle of lube. He reached down further into a
lower drawer. Half his body seemed to have plunged over the side of the bed. He
pulled himself back up, this time holding a towel.
"When did you get lube?"
"I actually
bought it in high school. I've used it to jack off a few times, but I
really bought it for fucking ... one day."
"Wow." I looked at the bottle.
"I've never even felt lube before."
He squirted some in his palm and
then reached for my dick. He slid shiny liquid around my shaft.
"Oh wow."
"What do you think?"
"Slippery."
"Will you fuck me, Mitchell?" he
said, our voices still low.
"Here? With your parents down
the hall? Of all places?!"
"Do you think it will be easier
at school with roommates and residents on both sides of thin walls?"
I reflected on his logic.
"Probably not."
"Let's do it."
The Cabernet inside my head
said, "Okay."
Vaughan rolled out the towel,
and then dropped his body on top of it. His crotch was pressed dead center. His
ass faced me.
"Have fun with me."
I hadn't seen a lot of people
fuck. Not just guys on guys, but people in general. I hadn't looked at porn on
my own computer at home, but I did a few times on a tablet. Basically, what I
knew was from photos.
I stretched my body around his.
Reclining on my elbows, I slid my erection up the length of his crack. It felt
like placing a brat in a hotdog bun. I slid it back and forth a few times.
"That's nice."
I kissed the back of his neck as
I continued to explore the crevice with my rod.
"Do me."
I had no idea what I was doing.
I felt my dick needed more lube, so I reached for the bottle.
"Do we need a condom?"
"Have you ever been fucked
before?" he mumbled with his face half-buried in a pillow.
"No."
"Then you should be safe."
He sounded very confident. But
was he right? Shouldn't we know all these things before we start? My heart
began to pound, but not for the right reasons. I was legitimately scared.
"Fuck me, Mitchell."
I placed the head of my dick at
this hole, burrowing through the mounds of his cheeks. Slowly, gently ... I
pushed forward. It didn't seem like I was going in. I was just pushing around.
Then I felt it slip inside.
Vaughan's body lurched. "Ow.
Ow." I could tell his face winced in pain. "Take it out, Mitchell."
My heart was a jackhammer. What
had I done? I had done it wrong. I messed it up. What was I supposed to do?
"I'm sorry," I said.
"No. I am." Vaughan gasped. "I
thought it would be easier to take. Porn makes it look so simple."
I pressed my body to his. My
chest was warm on his back.
"We don't have to do this," I
whispered. "We don't have to be ready right now."
"Mentally, I was," Vaughan
sighed. "It's just my ass that wasn't ready."
I chuckled into his shoulder.
We remained still and silent for
a moment. There wasn't a clear path for us to take. Neither of us were certain
what to do.
"How about you try to get my
hole ready for your dick."
My forehead must have twisted in
confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Finger fuck
me first."
"Huh?" I asked, lifting my body
off him.
"Use your fingers. First one
finger, then when I get used to that, use two."
Fingers. In asses. Did people do
this? It seemed foreign to me. This couldn't be what others did, could it?
Maybe it was. Vaughan knew more than I did.
But could I?
I wasn't wild about my finger
being up someone's butt. But I looked at his ass. It was nice. I loved feeling
it, groping it. Why not explore inside it? I forced my brain to think of it as
hot and sexy.
"You sure?"
Vaughan nodded his head into the
pillow.
I reached for the lube and
dripped some into his crack. He jumped and giggled a little.
I worked my pointer finger into
the lube and moved toward his hole. Gently it rubbed the entrance. I slowly
pushed through. It felt so tight. I could sense his body fighting me.
"Relax," I whispered.
He turned his head to where I
could hear him. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I began to pulse my finger in
and out a bit. That caused Vaughan to softly moan.
"Do two," he requested.
I made two of my fingers slick. I stacked them and pushed their way in. There didn't
seem to be any defensive resistance from Vaughan's ass this time. He hummed as
an approval.
I assumed I would be grossed out
being inside him this way, but it was fine. I enjoyed causing him to moan. I
knew it was too soft for his parents to hear, but I could tell. I slid in and
out. I pictured my cock doing it. It throbbed as I worked his hole with my
fingers. It wanted back inside.
"Mitchell, try again."
I got back on my knees and put
new lube on my dick.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Mm-hm," he said into the
pillow.
The head of my dick lined up
with his hole. All I had to do was push. I didn't want to hurt him again.
"Do it," he whispered.
I pushed slowly. My cock burst in.
And then one inch entered. Two inches. I paused. Vaughan didn't protest. I
pushed slowly again. Three inches.
"You
okay?"
He nodded.
Gently, I moved all of my erection inside. "Ohhhhhh, fuck yeahhhhhh," I sighed.
"It's nice," said Vaughan.
"You're fine?"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Fuck me."
I began to thrust in and out. I
lowered my body completely, breathing in Vaughan's ear.
"Mmmng,"
I grunted as I moved deep into his passage. "Unngh."
We were fucking.
I was fucking.
Fucking.
I put my forehead on his neck. I
concentrated on the feelings and sensations my cock was experiencing. I liked
it. Moving in and out was so pleasurable. I wondered what Vaughan was feeling.
My breathing on his shoulder blades blended with a slight whimper as my dick
throbbed.
"Fuck me," he panted.
"This feels so good, Vaughan. I
love fucking."
"You feel good inside me too."
I kissed his neck. I thrust my
erection. My hands clutched his hands.
We were fucking.
I was fucking.
Fucking.
"Miiiitchellllll,"
he groaned. "Fuuuuuckkk meeeee."
I felt his ass squirm and the
muscles at his hole squeezed my rod.
"Oh man," I whispered. "Vaughan.
It feels so good inside you. I'm so glad we are doing this."
"Yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh
Mitchell."
I tried to push harder. Faster.
Deeper.
It was all too much.
We were fucking.
I was fucking.
Fucking.
Coming.
I was coming.
We were coming.
"I'm coming, Mitchell."
"You are?'
"Me too. UNNNGH!"
That was too loud. I prayed his
parents couldn't hear it.
"Mmngh.
Mnngh. Ungh. Ohh."
Vaughan was gasping in his
orgasm. We both panted. When I stopped coming, I put my arms under his chest
and held us closely together.
"I liked that," I whispered into
his ear.
"It was good for me too."
"I can't believe you came
without touching your dick."
"It was being rubbed into the
bed. It was throbbing."
"Wow."
"Can you keep your cock in me a
while?"
"You sure?"
He nodded.
I could feel the stiffness
subside, but I was still deep in him.
We just breathed, me on top of
him. We stayed stacked for a few minutes. We were content to melt into our
first fuck. I fully accepted being gay for years now. This moment took it to a
new level for me. I had always been curious about anal sex, but I wasn't sure
how to approach it. I was so grateful that Vaughan had initiated it. I hadn't
seriously considered moving forward with this in the past. It was just too
uncertain.
My cock was no longer tight
inside him. It was retreating. I removed it by lifting
off of him. I flopped my body against him.
Vaughan rolled on his side. He
looked down at the cum smeared into his navel and the towel.
"I'm glad you had the towel. I'd
hate for that to be on your sheets. That would have been a bit tricky to
explain."
"The feel of the towel rubbing
against my cock helped cause me to come."
I felt the strands of fluffy
cotton between my fingers. I pictured my own penis rubbing into it.
Vaughan wiped the cum from his
waist. He threw the towel to the side of the bed and turned out the light. In
the darkness, I reached for him. He snuggled into my
arms.
"How did it feel?" I asked.
"With you inside me?" He paused.
"At first, it was ... odd. I felt ... plugged."
"Plugged?"
"It was just a sensation I'd
never felt before. Then, as you fucked me ... It just felt good after a few minutes."
"I didn't last for more than a
few minutes."
He chuckled. "It was good,
Mitch."
"I'm glad we made it work. I
felt bad when it hurt at the beginning."
"Yeah. I'm glad we figured it
out."
"Thank you," I innocently said,
kissing him lightly.
We kissed for several minutes.
"You were concerned about his parents. Did they hear you?"
"I don't think so. When I came, I groaned a bit, but they
may not have heard us. I hope they didn't." My body shuddered thinking of being
listened to. "But I imagine that they assumed we were being sexual in
some way."
"Most likely." Logan reached for his pad but then put it
back down. "How did you feel after your first time?"
"How did you feel??"
"We're here to talk about you."
"It was my first time, soooo... I
guess it was kind of a big deal."
"Did you top or bottom?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not necessarily."
Vaughan and I had made love the
same way the next night. He wanted me to do it again. I eagerly had been
looking forward to it. We didn't have sex of any kind our final night at his parents'
house. We just went to sleep. I wasn't sure why we took a break, but we did.
And that was fine.
On the drive to my own parents'
house, I thought more about fucking. Was I ready to bottom? I really wanted
Vaughan's cock inside me. I wanted to know what that felt like, but I was
scared. It seemed like it was a requirement of being a gay man, but I didn't
know if I was ready.
My folks liked meeting Vaughan.
We had a good visit that first evening. I kept my boxers on when we climbed
into bed.
"Do you want me to keep mine
on?"
"Is it okay? I'm kind of
freaking out having a boyfriend sleep over."
"I think they liked me okay."
"They did. They did. I didn't
mean to imply they didn't. I – I just don't know how I feel about them knowing
I'm gay and having a boyfriend in my bedroom. What if they wonder if we are
having sex?"
"Mitchell, they ARE wondering if
we are having sex because they are parents. Whether we do or don't probably
won't matter to them. If it did, they'd ask me to stay in the guest room."
"I suppose."
We kissed for a few minutes. I
turned out the light.
"I'm happy to be with you here
even if we don't do anything, Mitch." Vaughan paused. "Sex-wise, I mean."
I reached toward his crotch. His
hard-on was clearly evident in his underwear.
Damn.
"I wanted to ... do both. I fucked him the first night. Two
nights. We moved from his home to my home halfway through spring break. I was
wanting to do it the other way, but ..."
"But?"
"I was scared to do anything with my parents in my house. I
was lame."
"I wouldn't be too hard on yourself. That's probably a
common feeling."
"I suppose, but on the third day, both my parents attended a
luncheon with a group they are a part of. I forget what it was."
"And?"
"You're
sure pizza is fine?" Mom asked.
"Yes, Mom. We get pizza all the
time in college."
"Okay. I suppose. I'm sorry that
this luncheon is scheduled for today while you are here."
"Mom, it's fine. I don't want
you and Dad to disrupt your life just because I'm home. We have all evening
together."
We waved to them as they went
out the front door. I watched them pull out of the driveway. Once I knew we
were alone, I turned to Vaughan.
"You want to fuck?" I asked.
"You know it," he smiled.
I walked up to him and took
Vaughan in my arms.
"I think it is my turn," I
softly said in his ear.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yeah." I paused. "I'm scared
though."
"Don't be. We'll take it slow. I
promise not to plow into you."
I laughed. I pulled back to look
deep into Vaughan's eyes.
"My mother told me you were very
good looking."
"Aw. I love her."
I led him to my old bedroom. We weren't
concerned with pizza. We didn't care about my parents. The two of us were just
going to embrace our temporary solitude and take pleasure in each other — our
male bodies, our male flesh.
We removed our shirts. Vaughan
walked up to me and ran his fingers through the chest hair that had gotten
thicker my freshman year. His body was much more built than mine, but he didn't
have much chest hair. His pecs were quite defined. Vaughan had a great body.
I'm glad he found satisfaction in my chest hair; I had that going for me at
least.
"I remember when you didn't have
a beard last fall. I like it."
"Thanks," I said, blushing.
"Guys always want to grow one in the winter. I just played along. I kind of
like it too. I'm not sure if I'll keep it."
As Vaughan felt my chest, my
hands dropped to his zipper. I slowly pulled down the tab a millimeter at a
time. When it was fully descended, my hand slid inside to grope his enlarging
bulge.
"I want to fuck you," he
breathlessly said.
I nodded. I was terrified, but I
knew that once I had experienced it, I would have reached another level on my
gay bingo card.
I got on my knees and lowered
his pants and underwear together. His erection sprang free. Vaughan wasn't as
long as me. I wondered if that was a good thing when being fucked. He had about
the same girth as me. I grabbed his stiff rod and just felt it. I was most
likely mentally preparing my body that this pipe was going to be inside me
soon. He ran his fingers through my hair as I fondled his erection.
I opened wide and took Vaughan's
cock in my mouth. He stepped out of his clothes as I serviced
him orally.
"Mitchelllllllllllll..."
I sucked him harder. After a
minute, he pulled me off his anatomy. I knew he didn't want to come before we
had a chance to fuck.
I pulled off my remaining
clothing. I went into the bathroom to get a towel. When I returned, Vaughan
reached into his duffle bag and pulled out the lube. Seeing the bottle hit me
that what we were going to do was really happening.
My heart was pounding, not from
my excitement but from my hesitation.
We took our places on the bed.
Vaughan handled me gently. His hand carefully caressed my arms as he leaned in
to kiss me. He delicately felt my penis and balls.
"I'm nervous," I said.
"It's okay. I'll go slow."
"Is it okay if I watch?"
Vaughan's eyes darted back and
forth processing my meaning. He figured out that I wanted to be on my back and
look at him as he took my ass's virginity.
I sat my pillow up and leaned
back into it. My legs spread with the towel below me. Vaughan moved between
them. His dick was a sword, threatening me. He popped the lid on the bottle and
dripped lube on his fingers. He rubbed the slick liquid on my hole. I breathed
in feeling someone touch me in that area. The tip of his pointer finger
investigated the pucker at the entrance to my insides. It touched, it probed,
it made tiny circles and then it pushed in me. One finger entered me.
"Hmm." I wasn't sure. It didn't
feel bad. It didn't feel good. It was just ... something that didn't belong.
"Okay?"
"I think."
Vaughan's finger explored. I
felt it work around, helping me to relax and open wider. We kissed as my
interior was being touched in a way it never had.
"Two," I said.
He removed his finger and added
liquid again. When two of his digits entered me, I stiffened.
"Relax," he breathed.
I closed my eyes and tilted my
head back. He played with my hole, and it opened wider for him. Vaughan kissed
me deeply as his fingers fucked me. It was still an odd sensation, but I liked
him moving in and out of my ass. There was some pleasure to it. I knew that was
what it was going to feel like to be fucked. At least I hoped it was.
"Do me," I said, looking into
his eyes.
He pulled me down further on the
bed. Before opening the lube again, he moved my legs farther apart. The pop of
the lid made me jump a bit. My heart was pounding. I was ready but would never
be ready.
He dabbed more lube at my
entrance and then coated his cock with shiny lubricant. It shimmered in the
sunlight filtering in through the slats of my window blinds.
Vaughan positioned himself on
one elbow. I could see the strength in his muscle as he balanced his body and
placed his dick right there to enter me. He pushed forward, but it slid below,
going down my crack. He placed it again, and I reached down to help him line it
up at the right angle. He moved forward again.
It went in!
I inhaled all the air in the
room in a startled gasp. It was a foreign object that didn't belong inside me.
My body tensed. My eyes closed as my face winced in discomfort. It was weird.
It was awkward. It was ... "full." It was something that shouldn't be full. Not
in that way.
"Breathe."
"I don't know, Vaughan."
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes to stare into
his beautiful hazel ones. He mouthed the word "breathe" to me as he smiled and
nodded. I nodded back. He maneuvered another inch into me. My body tensed.
"Relax, Mitchell." He
demonstrated exhaling to me. "Relax."
I breathed in and out. It felt
less uncomfortable with each second. Vaughan moved up to kiss me. In so doing,
his cock completely entered me. He was fully inside. I had been officially
fucked.
"We had privacy, so I felt that I should ... you know ... have
my turn at ..."
"Bottoming?"
"Yeah."
"From what I remember, that was never an issue."
After a few thrusts, all the
tension left my body. I reached around Vaughan and felt his back. His
athleticism had given him defined muscles. He wasn't a body builder, but his
male figure was well toned. He was a beautiful man.
"Oh, Mitchell. This feels good.
My cock feels great inside you."
"Good. I'm okay. It feels okay."
"I'm glad. Thank you for letting
me fuck you."
"Fuck me, baby."
I had never used any terms of
endearment with Vaughan. He leaned in to kiss me again. I placed my hands on
his ass and loved feeling them thrust into my crotch. Thrusting. Kissing.
We were fucking.
I was being fucked.
Fucked.
Me.
I felt incredibly gay.
Incredibly hot. Incredibly male. Incredibly stimulated.
We were fucking.
I was being fucked.
Fucked.
Me.
I softly moaned as my insides
were being stimulated like never before. I liked it. "Vaaaughaan."
I loved it. I loved being fucked.
I was being fucked.
Fucked.
Me.
"Unnnnghh.
It feels good. Fuck me harder."
With my instructions, he pushed
harder into my hole. Faster. I lifted my legs and twisted them around his
thighs.
Vaughan growled like a bear. I
moaned. His volume was at a screaming level. I knew were alone, but I panicked.
What if someone outside could hear us. I didn't like him being that loud. What
if anyone — on Planet Earth — could hear us?
My hands grabbed the side of his
face and pulled him into a kiss. It muffled his groans, but he still moaned as
we made out. His dick moved in and out with faster thrusts. He moaned into my
mouth. He got louder.
I was being fucked.
Fucked.
And he pressed so hard into me
and wailed. He pulled his mouth from mine.
"UNNNGHHHH!"
He pushed so hard into my hole,
trying to drill deeper. His muscles told me he was coming. His neck told me he
was coming. His groans and whimper told me he was coming.
I was being fucked.
Fucked.
And filled with another man's
cum.
"Vaughan. Baby. Oh, man. Yes.
Fill me with it all."
"From that first time, I loved it. Cooper and I would do it
both ways, but he preferred to top, and I loved being bottom. We were a good
fit that way."
"So, there was nothing traumatic or unsettling about it?"
"No. I loved it. Well, he got really loud
at one point, and I wondered if anyone outside could hear us."
Logan laughed. "Doubtful."
"He was loud, I'm telling you."
"Fuck yeah," Vaughan groaned as
his orgasm subsided. "I'm sorry. I know I only lasted a couple of minutes, but
... man. That was great."
He pushed his dick into me a
bit. He fucked me for a few more seconds, but even I could tell it was
beginning to soften.
His mouth pressed to mine again,
and our tongues touched each other. We made out for a long time as his penis
withdrew from my body.
One of his hands reached down to
find my hard-on. I moaned into the kiss as my manhood was being groped.
Vaughan moved down to engulf my
rod. Slippery, sloppy, slobbery moisture coated my cock as he bobbed up and
down. I rubbed my fingers through his hair.
One minute became two. Two
minutes became four. My moans let him know it was very pleasurable. As I
approached my orgasm, I pleaded, "Don't stop, babe. It feels so good."
I figured he didn't want me to
come in his mouth, so I alerted him that I was close. He didn't stop orally
gratifying me. I let him know I was about to come, and he took his fist and
stimulated the base of my shaft as he continued to such my cock.
"Vaughan. Vaughan." My hips
bucked. "Unggh!"
He swallowed all my cum as I came into his mouth. I was surprised that after
he had just had his climax that he was willing to do that.
He purred as he took the last
bit of release from my hard flesh. I exhaled a satisfied moan.
Vaughan moved up to kiss me. His
tongue forced his way into my mouth. The cum slid between our tongues. It was
the first time I had ever tasted my cum in that way,
not that cum had much to taste. But it was intoxicatingly erotic. I didn't come
down from the sexual high for quite some time.
We held each other. I loved
feeling his body. The clamminess of his skin following our passionate intimacy
was euphoric.
"I loved that," I said.
"Me too. Best sex I've ever
had."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
I thought for a moment. "I guess
it was for me too. I'm glad it was with you."
"How would you describe the impact that first time had on you?"
"Well, I knew I loved fucking, that's for sure. So, huge."
"How long did you two stay
together?"
I had to think back. There were only two months of school
left before summer break.
"Not a long time. It's funny; I really cared for Vaughan. A
lot. I think he thought the same. But ... after we were screwing for a few weeks,
it seemed to fade."
"What do you mean?"
"When we got back to school, we tried to figure out when we
could get together and fuck each other. The first two weeks, we did at least
every other day — with some effort. Then it started to subside some. It became
... an effort."
"An effort?"
"I mean, the sex was good, but ... Vaughan had athletic
friends. I think he was trying to find someone else who was gay. I don't know.
We liked each other ... a lot. But we never said `I love you' to each other. I
think we both knew we had enjoyed having fun together. We learned a lot about
gay sex with each other, but maybe we knew we weren't the right fit."
"Why did you think that way?"
"Different interests. Different classes. Different friends.
Our main connection was that we were both gay. I guess after a while, maybe we
figured there needed to be more than that, more than just the sex."
"But you feel you learned something from your time with
Vaughan?"
"Oh, hell yeah. It was a sexual awakening. I'm sure if I had
just done the blowjobs and handjobs, I would have
been fine. But the change was big in me. I was young. Sex had a much greater
impact."
"It was then a high priority?"
"Most definitely."
Logan scribbled something on his notepad.
I started thinking of ways to break into his office
overnight, just to see what things about me he wrote down.
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