Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2020 12:22:45 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Jordan Moves On Part Three The Pandemic Houseguest: Jordan Moves On Part Three Greetings readers. Thank you for the encouraging emails, they motivate me to continue writing. I'll continue to use this as a way to improve my writing skills while keeping you entertained. Please pardon the delay in posting this, my computer's main drive crashed but I was fortunate enough to have backed everything up prior to its untimely demise. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex (which this part does indeed include), or actual dialogue in an erotic story offends you please don't read further. This is entirely fiction, a work brought on by a perverted imagination, access to the internet and time to burn. The names, events, activities, and circumstances are fictitious. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: all rights reserved by the author with the exception of its use by Nifty.org. You're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work or for commercial purposes. Nifty relies on donations so that you practice the ultimate form of safe sex by reading about it. Those same hands you use for pleasure can also type in a pleasing donation to Nifty. ..."Mom says you're in mourning." "Yeah, you could say that." "Will you ever go into the afternoon?" I stumbled for a reply as his innocent question revealed a deeper truth. "Maybe it's time for me to do that, Nicky," I said once I could speak then pulled my little oracle into a hug. "Gotta go," Nicky said, wiggling out of the hug, his work dispensing wisdom beyond his age accomplished. My phone pinged and I opened the screen. I was greeted with a selfie of a smiling Cameron posing next to a dead-to- the-world Marcus and a text, `I'm still alive! Only you can save me.' I looked at Cameron's picture long after I read the text, his hazel eyes twinkling at me even in low resolution. Then my phone rang, the screen announcing it was Paul calling. He wasn't one for texts. "Hello Paul," I said. "Jordan, how's my favorite boy?" "Fine, although my expiration date for boy lapsed years ago." "You'll always be that cute boy who landed Dean," Paul said. "I'm calling to remind you we're having dinner here tonight." "Oh yeah, I uhh..." "Don't start that Jordan. You skipped out on the last one and you're breaking Howard's heart, assuming he still has one." "How's he doing?" I said. "As well as can be expected for an old queen married to a ravishing younger man," he said. "Did he divorce you and remarry? Not much trade-in allowance if he did." "Remind me again why I told Dean to never let you go?" "Because I'm incredibly cute, young and witty?" "You got two out of three on that," Paul said. "Which ones?" "Be here at six for dinner and find out. No excuses this time Jordan." "Okay, you win. I'll bring a bottle of your favorite red." "Bless you my child, for with enough alcohol I shall survive another day of domestic bliss with my husband," he said. "Gotta go." He was right, I'd put off dinner with them before and it was time to get out into the afternoon, as Nicky had put it. While showering I decided to head to LA now and drop by UCLA to check in with the curriculum department, sign some papers and take a walk around campus. Paul and Howard were just a short drive from there and I'd avoid heavy traffic. I was just about to go out to the garage when I heard the gate open, familiar voices heading my way. "Where you going?" Marcus said. "Good morning boys," I said. "Off to LA to check in at UCLA and then dinner with Paul and Howard. What are you two up to? "Escaping mom," Marcus said. "Recovering from gas poisoning," Cameron said. "Hey!" Marcus said. "I don't fart." We both stared at Marcus. "Well not much and I don't stink," he said. "Can we come with you?" "Not today brother," I said. "I don't know where I'd park you during dinner with Paul and Howard." "We'll be fine. We can hang out on campus, grab some food and check out the hotties," Marcus said then turned to Cameron. "I'll look at the students and you can look at the teachers." Cameron gave Marcus a none-too-gentle punch in the arm. "First you gas me then you make bad jokes." "Okay, you can watch the squirrels; maybe they'll like your nuts." Cameron and I groaned in unison. "What? It's funny," Marcus said. "Boys, you're welcome to hang out here but this is the first place mom will look for you, Marcus," I said. "Maybe you should just surrender and paint the house today." "She wants me to watch Nicky while she goes shopping." "At least you'll be with somebody in the same grade," I said. "Hey! Not funny!" Marcus said as Cameron and I laughed. "You know what I said yesterday? Well I don't mean it now." "I love you too," I said. "Eww... not in front of Cameron," Marcus said. "It's okay Marcus, I love you too," Cameron said and went to put his arms around Marcus. "You two are gross," Marcus said, twisting away from Cameron. "I'm going to go surrender to mom." "I'll catch up with you," Cameron said to Marcus, who turned and left. "Can I go with you to UCLA today?" I started to say no but stopped when I saw his eager expression. "It's actually really important. I need to sign some papers for my scholarship by the end of this week or it'll go away." "Well since you put it that way," I said, "Okay." "Great! he said and grabbed me in a hug. "Thank you Jordan," he added as his soft face rubbed on my neck, sending a jolt down to my groin. "I'll be back in a flash." I texted Paul to ask him if I could bring a plus-one for dinner and it was no surprise when my phone rang two minutes later. "Plus one?" Paul said upon my answer. "You've quit wearing black?" "Nicky said it was time for me to go into the afternoon," I said. "What?" "I'll tell you the whole story tonight." "So who's your plus one date?" "His name's Cameron, he's a former student, and he's not my date. He needed a ride to UCLA and I can't just leave him hanging around on campus by himself." "Whatever you say dear," he said. "That answer could be the plot for a few porn videos. I can hardly wait to meet him." "Paul..." "Gotta go kiddo, buh-bye," he said then clicked off. Ten minutes later Cameron walked into my kitchen wearing a fitted white polo shirt that showed off his developing chest and solid biceps. The dark blue jeans accentuated his small waist had a promising bulge. His wavy red hair had just a bit of gel in it so that his bangs swept up and to the side to reveal his handsome face, the smattering of freckles a reminder he was still part boy. "Am I dressed okay for dinner?" he said, giving a twirl that displayed his denim-encased bubble-butt. "Very okay. You could be the entrée for dinner tonight," I said, enjoying seeing the teen blush. What I didn't expect was his sudden lunge and hug. He smelled shower fresh up close. "Thank you Jordan. My family never had many compliments for me," he said. "Can I tell you something... no wait, never mind." "What?" "Let's get going," he said, pulling out of the hug. "We can talk in the car." Then we were on our way to our future school where we'd both be playing familiar roles: student and teacher. "I've only been there once and it was with my dad. Of course he hated the place, kept talking about people we saw and calling them names," he said. "It'll be nice to see it in a better way." "Did he know you got a scholarship there?" "No. He'd have gone ballistic if he knew I tried to go to UCLA. He had me lined up for some bible college in Kentucky or somewhere I could get a proper education as he called it." "Kentucky's loss," I said. "Stop it," he said. "When you're nice to me like that it just makes me want you more... I mean, as a roommate." "Roommate?" "I'd settle for that so I could be with you. For now. So?" "Still thinking it over," I said. "Okay. I just hope Marcus stays away from food that gives him gas. It's the only way I'll survive until you say `yes,'" he said, eyes twinkling at me as all the logical reasons to say `no' melted with his smile. "So what were you going to tell me?" I said. "It's embarrassing." "You already confessed you kissed Tommy in fourth grade. How much worse could it be?" "A lot, but okay. Do you remember that time I had to... umm... get my mom to bring some pants to school because mine ripped in the... uh..." "Butt?" I said. "Of course I do. I could actually hear the rip when you bent over to pick up your papers from next to my desk. You were so embarrassed. I felt sorry for you." "It wasn't totally an accident." "What? You ripped your pants on purpose?" "Well, kind of... in a way. I was trying to get your attention." I chanced a bewildered glance at Cameron as I drove. "It was the week after we had that open house, where the students and parents and everybody came to school at night." I nodded my head. "You brought your husband." I smiled as I recalled that evening. Dean had been absolutely charming and was the talk of the school for weeks afterward. "I was jealous and in my nine-year-old mind I decided that if wore my really tight jeans from third grade you'd like me more and we'd live happily ever after." My first concern was controlling the car as I erupted into laughter. When I calmed down I looked over at Cameron, arms crossed, lower lip protruding. "They did look kind of tight," I said. "You noticed?" "Teachers notice everything, Cameron." "So you knew I had a crush on you?" "There was the leaning on me thing, that faraway look you got when you stared at me then the blush when I caught you at it, so yeah," I said. "So does that explain today's jeans?" Cameron smiled. "Like `em?" "You fill them nicely," I said. "Still wearing the Spongebob undies underneath like before?" "You remember my underwear too?" Cameron said between laughs. "It was quite a rip," I said. "And quite a round little boy-butt." "When you say it like that it only sounds a lot pervy," he said with a chuckle. I glanced over at Cameron, who turned towards me with eyebrows raised and a finger on his pursed lips. Once I parked at UCLA we agreed to meet in the tree-lined square outside the garage in two hours. I checked in with Dr. Jenkins in the LGBTQ Studies department where we discussed some final points and paperwork. Then it was time. The excitement and fear I felt as I signed the contract that day made me feel alive again. I realized it was the same way I'd started feeling around Cameron. The trees shaded me from direct light as I sat on the bench in the square waiting for Cameron. I felt a certain sense of ownership now that this was `my school.' My idle mind replayed the feeling of being hugged, Cameron's smell, his face pressed against my neck, that intriguing smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me, the times he'd found a way to touch me the past few days. Right about the time I realized my cock was half-hard and snaking down my right pant-leg there was a thunk as someone sat to my right. I turned expecting to see Cameron. Instead I found a big blond-haired young muscle-boy wearing a tight white t-shirt, knee-length khaki pants stretched over huge thighs, black sandals, and a friendly smile directed at my groin. "Hi," he said, drawing out the final sound as he looked up to meet my gaze. "Hello." "Are you a professor here? Wait, no you probably aren't, you're kinda young to be a professor here. Aww shit, I'm sorry, I'm just kinda confused today," he said, with a honey-drenched accent that'd have you picturing him riding a horse, or someone. "I... uh... not a professor here but I do... or I will work here... this fall," I said. "I don't know if I can help you." "Well I'm havin' a helluva time gettin' `round this place. I'm new here and I'd be grateful if you could steer me towards my apartment," he said, displaying the map on his phone to me. "This thing's got me all turned around. I think it's close by but these buildings keep getting in the way." He moved closer to me and his arm brushed against mine as he held the phone out like a child waiting for an adult to fix their toy. I'd gone to school here so it was easy for me to point out the way home for him. "Thank you," he said. "Oh Lord where are my manners? I'm Beau Jeffries," he added, extending his hand. "And you are?" "Jordan Monroe," I said, my hand disappearing into his meaty yet soft- skinned paw, his right pec flexing through his tight t-shirt as he gave me a shake. "I'll be working here starting this fall. "Pleased to meet you Professor Monroe." "Likewise, but I'm not a professor. I'll be working with a team developing LGBTQ affirmative curriculum for the public school system here in California." "That's great! It woulda been a lot easier growing up gay in Kentucky if the school taught acceptance. Course nobody dared pick on the star quarterback," he said, flashing a toothy grin. "Hey, my apartment's not far and I'd like to thank you for your help with a cold beer." "I uh..." I said then saw Cameron approaching from behind Beau. "Thank you, but I was waiting for someone and he's here now." Beau turned around as Cameron walked up to us. When we stood up Beau towered over Cameron and me. "Hello, I'm Beau," he said, ever the gentleman, this time reaching out his fist for a bump with a quizzical Cameron. "I'm Cameron, nice to meet you." "So you know Professor Monroe?" Beau said. "He was my fourth grade teacher," Cameron said, with an unconvincing innocent smile. "Do tell. I'd surely have liked him to teach me in fourth grade," Beau said, giving me an admiring look then turning his gaze to Cameron. "I've got more than two beers in my fridge" Cameron's eyebrows moved up at Beau's offer as he pressed his lips together. "That's very kind of you, Beau," I said. "But I... we have somewhere to be now." "Fair enough Professor. I'll keep `em cold and hope to see you around school this fall," he said, then added with a nod, "You too, Cameron." Cameron gave him a smile and we both turned towards the parking garage. I heard a chuckle being held in, then full on laughing as Cameron stopped walking. "Oh my God," he said. "That was fucking hilarious." "Yes, his accent was straight out of central casting." "Not that. Him hitting on you right in front of me then asking me along." "What?" I said. "He was lost and I helped him out." "Are you serious?" he said. "You're gonna go with that story?" "Oh my God." I blushed as it made sense to me. "What I said. How could you not tell?" "I never... I was always with Dean. For so long. I wasn't out here like this." "Who's gonna protect you at school this fall?" he said. "There's gonna be a lot of hunky college boys with cold beer in their fridge and you in their sights, Jordan." "I'll be fine." "Damn right you will be, I'm gonna be here watching out for you, Professor Monroe," he said, putting his arm over my shoulder. "Now how about letting me practice by being your roommate for the summer?" I smirked and shook my head at his question. "We'll see," I said. "Oh and by the way, he's from Kentucky. Your loss." I had to laugh at making him speechless. Walking back to the car I felt the same warm glow I'd felt when Dean was protective of me. I was falling in like with Cameron. "So you're friends with Dean's ex and he's the one who told Dean he should go for it with you?" Cameron said after I gave him the outline of how I came to know Paul and Howard on the drive to dinner. "That would be the short version." "Glad I wore these jeans." "Oh my God! You didn't say Cameron was a ravishing ginger! I'm Jordan's Uncle Paul, and that lump here is Howard," Paul said when he opened the door and beheld Cameron. "I don't know why I bothered cooking when the entrée just showed up at the door." "Told you," I said to Cameron. "Now Jordan, have you been spilling the tea on me?" Paul said then turned to Cameron. "I may be old but I'm up to date, dear. Howard! Where's your manners? Get these boys some cocktails!" Cameron, to his credit, blushed, smiled at the dated slang, and went with it. By the end of dinner Paul was ready to sign the adoption papers, perhaps only slightly influenced by the two bottles of wine served with the meal. "I don't know what he's told you, but I helped raise him," Paul said. "He was a cute, naïve, sweet little boy and I knew he was perfect for Dean – just needed his Uncle Paul to teach him the finer points of having a fabulous gay life. Come with me and I'll show you some pictures." "Go ahead without me," I said. "Just not the ones from that time we went to Palm Springs." "But you looked so cute in your tiny g-string." "Paul!" I said, which I knew would have as much effect as telling your mom not to trot out your baby pictures at a family reunion. "You know Paul's going to give you advice about the boy," Howard said after they'd left the room. "Paul gives his opinion on everything," I said. "How do you deal with it?" "I make up my own mind then make him think I'm following his advice," he said. "Works like a charm." I smiled. "What's more important is how you feel about Cameron." "He's a sweet boy," I said. "That's no boy, Jordan. That's an almost-man who's got it bad for you." "That obvious?" "As much you were," Howard said. I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, Paul does enough talking for the both of us, so I watch," he said. "He wants to be my roommate this summer before he starts at UCLA." "So Jordan, what are you afraid of? He's as desirable as you were at that age," Howard said. "Or maybe it's too difficult for you to admit you want him?" I bit my lower lip as I looked at the floor. "Dean chose well, Jordan," Paul said as he put his hand on my knee. "He'd be the first to tell you it's okay to move on." My eyes were watering and I pressed my lips together. "Come to my office for a moment," he said. "Dean made this and gave it to me because he knew I wouldn't look at it," Howard said as he handed me a USB drive. "Told me I'd know when the right time was to hand it over to you." "What's on it?" I said. "No idea. You can tell me when you open it, but he said you'll need to figure out the password." "Any clues?" "Thirteen letters and Dean mentioned it was something you guys said to each other many times. I'm pretty sure it's not `Dammit Howard!' like I hear from Paul." I stifled a chuckle then broke out laughing when I saw Howard smiling. "Your Uncle Paul is a lot of work but I gotta say there's never a dull moment with that queen. He's the love of my life," Howard said. "Here, you can use my computer." Howard excused himself and I sat at his desk. True to his word a password challenge window appeared on the screen after I plugged in the drive. Thirteen letters. Something Dean and I said to each other a lot, no wait, many times. Times. I typed in `times a million' and a single document appeared in the file. `To Jordan.' One click later the video player opened and there was Dean in front of me. "Jordan, as they say in the movies, if you're watching this it means I'm not around anymore. If we didn't get a chance to talk before I left don't feel bad, we never hid our feelings from each other so really all you missed was another chance to tease me. Wherever I go I think I'll miss that the most because it's how I fell in love with you." "You gave me the privilege of being your lover, partner, and then husband. I'm so damn proud of the exceptional man you've become, but you'll always be my boy. Remember that." "You were kind enough to believe I'd live forever and I will – in your heart, as you will in mine. Please don't let my absence be a reason to stop living. You have such a capacity to love, so much that you won over an old man's heart and made me surrender to you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Don't be like me and stop like I did for so many years after Devin. Honor what we had by moving on and loving again without measure. I love you Jordan, times a million, forever." I realized I was crying when I felt a tear run down my cheek. I trembled as I drew in a breath. Dean smiled at me from the screen and I felt a hand on my right shoulder. "Is that him?" I tried to speak but only a shuddered breath emerged as I nodded my head. "Do you need some time alone?" I shook my head. A hand gently landed on my left shoulder and I leaned back, my head against Cameron's torso, feeling his compassion. "I've got you," he whispered. Cameron's stomach swelled slightly with each breath he took, his warm hands lightly rubbing my shoulders and neck. I raised my hands and put them over Cameron's, swallowed hard and cleared my throat. "When are you moving in?" Cameron grasped my hands in response. "Oh, there you two are. What...?" Paul said as he walked into the office then stopped as a smile formed. After watching us for a moment he turned and left, his silence the best advice possible. "You mean it?" "Yes," I said. "When do you want me?" Cameron said then added. "To move in?" "Whenever you're ready." "I've been ready since fourth grade." "The neighbors would've talked." "Jealous bastards." "Let's get back to our hosts before they begin talking," I said as I stood up. "Oh I think Paul's already talking". "Of that I'm sure." "Hello boys," Paul said when we entered the living room. "I've got the spare room made up for you because the guest house is being remodeled." "Again," Howard said. Paul gave Howard the eye and continued. "I think after cocktails, wine with dinner and the, umm, other thing you shouldn't be driving tonight, Jordan." I shrugged my shoulders in surrender to his invitation. "Good then, all settled. Howard, why don't you show Cameron the way," Paul said, making it clear I was to remain. Cameron's smile before he turned to go sent a warm rush through me. I was going to spend the night with that boy but didn't get a chance for second thoughts before Paul started in. "You saw it, didn't you?" Paul said. "Yes." "Good. Whatever it is was meant just for you and I hope it gave some peace. Dean would've wanted that. We all do, Jordan," he said. "You know you're surrounded by love here." My eyes started watering as I pressed my quivering lips together and Paul drew me into a hug. "It's going to be okay Jordan. Your uncle Paul is here for you," he said, just as he had dozens of times as I grew up and came to him for the kind of advice only a gay uncle could give. "Thank you," I said, pushing the words out through ragged breath. "When I walked in it was like seeing you and Dean together again, only the roles were switched and one of you was a red-head," Paul said. "Jesus, that is not an elegant description but I hope you understand." "I do." "You were an extraordinary boy when I met you, Jordan. I have to admit at first I thought Dean was making a terrible mistake becoming involved with you. But once I knew you, there was no question that Dean was the luckiest man on earth," he said. "You can be again, too." I pulled back from the hug. "Cameron?" "Well certainly not Howard." Paul never failed to make me smile. "Once I got past that toned body, the flawless skin, his enchanting smile, that glorious red hair, and his intelligence I discovered that he'd be the better half in any relationship. Of course I'm out of his league so that leaves you." I chuckled and Paul pulled me back into a hug. "Go to bed Jordan," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek then releasing me. "It's way past time your bedtime." As I walked down the familiar hallway to the guestroom I recalled the first time Dean and I'd spent the night here. At dinner Paul had treated me as a grownup and made me feel like an adult. Dean and I made love that night more as equals, my self-confidence bolstered by Paul's tutelage. I opened the door to the guestroom and there stood Cameron, his milky white skin a contrast to the black towel tucked low around a small waist, threatening to drop from a meaty bulge straining outwards. Large nipples pointed at me, a lighter shade of red than his damp-spiked hair. A few remaining water droplets ran down his defined pecs then bounced off the ridges of his flat abs on their way to the floor. I don't know how long I stared before he spoke. "Jordan? You all right?" "Umm... yeah... I see you... uh... showered." "Yeah, I'm trying to impress you with my personal hygiene since I'm going to be your roomie," he said, smiling. "I am moving in, right?" "Yeah, about that." "You changed your mind?" "No, not at all. It's just we didn't talk about the details," I said. "Oh yeah, like rent, who does the dishes, the laundry, and cleans the toilets." "No rent, but you can definitely do the rest." "I can pay." "I know you can, Cameron," I said. "Let's just call it my contribution to your future, okay?" "But I..." "Don't argue with your teacher young man," I said, my smile betraying the firm tone I'd attempted. Cameron's grin threatened to reach his ears and I was wrapped in a damp boy hug. When our groins matched up I realized I was half-hard and Cameron was catching up quickly. I swear I could feel his heart beat as we stood there joined motionless. "I think I should shower," I said, mouthing the words on Cameron's smooth neck, feeling his wet hair caress my forehead. "Yeah," he said, his disappointment obvious. "Okay." I closed the bathroom door and looked into the mirror at my flushed face, and then at my hard cock once I'd stripped. I caught a line of pre-cum heading for the floor and turned on the shower. For the first time since Dean passed away I wanted someone and reached for my cock to jerk off then decided no. I needed to see what would happen with the sexy teenager outside the door. I wanted Cameron. As I mulled it over in the shower I felt no guilt, Dean's smile in the video was my okay. The bedroom lamp was dimmed when I entered. Cameron looked boyish tucked into bed, his twinkling eyes, inviting smile and eager look familiar to me from years ago when he'd leaned up against me at my desk in the classroom. I'd managed to stuff my plumped up cock into my underwear and now I felt the waistband being dragged lower as it swelled from staring at the teen. I wasn't alone in my excitement – the tent in the blanket covering Cameron was growing. As I neared the bed Cameron pulled the sheets and blanket slightly aside and I saw uninterrupted milky white skin from his shoulder down to his ankle, a hint of curly red hairs defining the hollow of his armpit. I lay down on my left side next to him, propping my head up with my left hand as I looked at him in a new way. Paul and Howard were right – I was in bed with a sexy, incredible almost-man. Cameron's skin felt smooth and soft as I ran my right fingers from his shoulder down his side to his hip then grasped his firm round butt to pull him closer so our faces were inches apart. A spark traveled from my lips down to my hard cock with our first kiss, and I wanted more. His forceful tongue pressed against my lips demanding entry and I welcomed it with my own as his left hand reached my butt and pulled me into him, our cocks grinding together, separated only by the thin material of my briefs. As we pumped I reached for my waistband and his hand joined mine in pulling it down low enough so he could use his foot to remove the pre-cum soaked undies. We moaned through our joined mouths as our slickened cocks rubbed against each other at an accelerating pace. Cameron groaned as I pushed him onto his back and went for one of his nipples, licking around the edge before I twirled the tip in my mouth. The salty tangy taste made my cock twitch. No wonder Dean had enjoyed using his tongue on me so much when I was a boy. "Oh my God," he said with a growl as I nibbled his flesh. My tongue traveled lower, over the defined ridges of his abs, glistening pre- cum announcing my arrival at his prize, nearly seven inches of dripping cut teen-boy cock. Cameron groaned at the swipe of my tongue and clear liquid pulsed out adding to the pool on his navel. Like a cat lapping at milk I licked then took the head in my mouth, its salty-sweet taste different from the only other one I'd known, tantalizing and fresh in its own way. I greedily took as much as I could; only stopping when my lips encountered the sparse soft curly red hairs that haloed the top of his cock, his musky scent invading my nose. Smooth balls rubbed on my chin as Cameron did what boys will do and stroked in and out of my mouth. His round butt flexed in my hand as the pace increased, gentle hands caressing the sides of my head in contrast to his powerful strokes. I smiled around the pounding cock in my mouth, remembering being sixteen, losing control, unable to stop until I came, and sucked the boy harder. I wanted to taste Cameron now, have his essence in me, and give him pleasure. "Mmmm...fuck..." he said after a few minutes of sucking, and then five strong plentiful spasms of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed around his cock, savoring the taste as the pulses died down then moved up to nuzzle his neck as his rapid breathing slowed down. "Jordan... thank you... oh my God... I'm so sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about, Cameron, it's exactly what I wanted." "No, I mean... Tommy always told me I cum too quick." "I'm not Tommy," I said and reached down to grasp his still iron-hard rod. "I bet there's more in there," I added then pulled my red-head into a kiss. I felt wetness on my cheeks and pulled back to see Cameron pressing his quivering lips together, trying not to cry. "Are you okay?" I said. "Yes. It's happy crying," he said, his breath uneven. "I never felt like this before." "I'm glad," I said, smiling, proud of myself for bringing him to this point. "Really glad, Cameron." Strong arms pulled me into another hug that became kissing, rubbing, grinding and humping as we explored each other's bodies, sweat and pre- cum lubricating our movements for the next few minutes. Then Cameron rolled me onto my back and straddled me, his pre-cum spouting cock providing plenty of slickness for him to point it down and push it under my balls, between my legs held tight together by his powerful thighs outside of mine. He pumped into me as I soaked his hairless belly with my own leaking cock, pushing back into his undulating abs. This time it was me who initiated high gear, grunting as I fucked into the sweaty skin on top of me, my taint stimulated by Cameron's sliding meaty cock. "Mmmm... unghh... ahhh..." I lost count of the number of backlogged shots I fired stroking against the second man I'd ever been with. I shuddered as I felt hot cum erupt from Cameron's jerking cock as he unloaded into my crevice. His rapid breaths cooled my sweaty neck as he nuzzled into me, occasional tender kisses adding to our afterglow. I held him close, feeling whole in a different new way, not wanting this moment to end. Cameron's rhythmic breathing lulled us into a short sleep. Much as I wanted to lie like this all night long my pragmatic-self realized that waking in the morning to a sticky mess would be a poor memory of our first time. It was only then I saw the neatly folded sheets sitting on the chair across the room, Paul having anticipated the result of his advice. We showered together with tender kisses, washing each other in a caring way, varying degrees of hardness not demanding further gratification, just being close, skin sliding against skin as we communed under the spray. In our freshly made bed Cameron clicked off the lamp, rolled onto his left side, backed into me, reached around for my right arm and pulled it over him into a hug. "Good night, Jordan," he said then kissed my hand. "Good night, Cameron," I said, and kissed him on the neck. A tear of happiness ran down my cheek as Cameron's breathing became slow and deep. I was the big spoon now. End of Part 3