Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 10:31:18 -0500 From: Andrew Phillips Subject: He and I (Part 4) He and I This is a story from two perspectives, mine and my future lover's. It is fictional, aspirational, and hot. Hope you like it. I'd appreciate any feedback and suggestions. My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com). People call me Drew. Part 4 – An admission Me: A cold front passed through over the weekend and it was a cold day on Tuesday. More a sweater day than a T-shirt one. Sean's office door immediately opened to my knock. He welcomed me with a broad smile, closed the door and we hugged. "First, I owe you an apology Andrew." I said, "For what?" "For being such a basket case last time. For carrying on like I did. I don't know what came over me." "It came over us both. Pretty wild, huh?! Incidentally, if yu want me to call you Sean, could you call me Andy? Just between us." "Sure. Andy. Anyway, if we're going to continue seeing each other I think we should get to know each other better." "Seems good to me. What do you want to know?" I asked tentatively. He asked me if I were gay, and I said I thought so, since I only was sexually attracted to guys. He asked me if I ever had sex with other guys, and I asked him what exactly he meant. Sean said, "Well, have you ever had or given fellatio?" I asked him what `fellatio' meant? He said, "Sucking someone else's cock or had yours sucked." "Hell no! And nobody has ever stuck their prick up my ass, either. Though I sometimes like to think about those things. I guess I'm what you might call a virgin." "Well believe it nor not, so am I," he admitted. And we both laughed nervously. "Do you mind me being so frank about this?" he asked, adding "These are dangerous times, if you get my drift." I had heard about AIDS, so I knew what he was getting at. This talk was exciting me, but it was time to ask some questions of my own. "How about you, Sean. Are you gay?" "I don't really know. Possibly, since I am so attracted to you. But frankly I like women, too. Joyce, my wife, and I have good sex. I could be bisexual, I guess. This is really the first time I've lusted after a real guy, though pictures of nude men have always turned me on, if they were attractive." " I feel the same way, but am new to this." "Well, so am I. When did you first realize you were gay?" I told him that even when I was 8 or so I found other boys attractive, and when I was 12 or so a friend of mine, Justin, and I liked to go off and rub each other's penises to make them hard. This continued for a few years, often while flipping through Justin's father's Playboys. I really liked the mutual stimulation, though the pictures of naked women didn't turn me on. "Earlier I thought you might have considered that as `having sex' with another guy," I added. "By the time I started high school I masturbated a lot, the images of my naked fellow swimmers often in mind, though I never let on to them. Too many nasty remarks about faggots kept me quiet" I admitted. I didn't tell Sean that when he came to coach the team last fall, his image replaced any of my teammates as the chief object of my fantasies. It was great to talk so openly and honesty about something I had never told another soul. "But, if we are going to get to better know each other, er, physically we are going to have to wait till you graduate. As much as I want to, and oh do I want to, I just can't bring myself to take that step till then. It's going to make the rest of this month and May very painful for me. I'm sorry. I suppose chastity is like that." Sean then told me about an incident that happened to him when he was around 13: "Kevin Kelly and I became alter boys at St. Patrick's, and Father McCarthy, a young and new priest in the parish trained us. He was really friendly. Each week we'd change into our vestments before mass. He helped us. Once he asked us to take our clothes off including our underwear, but we laughed at him and refused. He wasn't so friendly to us after that, and we quit being alter boys. I didn't feel any attraction to him. In retrospect I think his chastity must have been a great burden for him." "But I know that when our chastity ends it will have been worth it," Sean said hopefully, putting his hand on my knee. He leaned over to me and we kissed. That was fine by me. My attraction for him was changing to one of really liking him. He was becoming a lot more than an object of attraction, he was becoming a real friend. "So Andy, next Friday, come on by, and tell me all about your family, okay? And I'll tell you about mine." he said. Sean: This was getting serious. I felt quite embarrassed by last Friday's meltdown. Tuesday finally arrived. When Andrew (he asked me to call him Andy) came by I was just happy that he showed. I apologized for last Friday, but he seemed unfazed. I realized we didn't know much about each other, and took this opportunity to talk frankly. First about sex. I just dove in and talked to him man to man. He had about the same amount homosexual experience as I did; that is very little. We were both homo-virgins, to coin a term. With AIDS around, that was a good thing. I guess I am kind of moralistic, but I was determined not to go any further with Andy till he graduated. This `chastity' period would give us some time to get to know each other as more than sex objects, which I think will be a good, although frustrating, exercise. It's sort of like putting off having something special for a day or two, or in this case almost six weeks, and then enjoying it all the more when we do it. But it's going to be hard. I must have had a hard-on most of this last weekend thinking of Andrew (now `Andy'). I longed to fully consummate our `friendship.' That would happen at the end of May.