Introduction

I welcome feedback from readers, in fact I thrive on it.

This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man and a younger man who fall in love. Both are adults. The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I have written three chapters so far and plan to publish one chapter every month.

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Author's Notes

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·        This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

·        Slow Start. This story starts slow. I plan for Matty and Nando to have sex in chapter 3, but I'm also trying to keep the chapters a consistent length. It is coming soon. I want Nando's son Carlos to meet Matty in the next chapter because he's spending Saturday night at his father's house. I'm still not sure if Matty and Carlos should sleep on the two futons and have a long conversation before falling to sleep or if Nando should take Matty to bed that night and leave his son in the living room. I'm leaning towards the former, just because it's a better choice for him to make as a dad. He can't send Matty back to his own apartment without knowing he'll be safe there.

·        No Rape. This story is not in the authoritarian section. Some readers have expressed some concern about the Josh character. He will not rape anyone "on camera" and Nando is too observant to let him get his hands on Matty. He is however a terrible person and will have to be dealt with.

My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

Desert Heat Chapter 2 (Rising Heat)

Matty

I woke up to the smell of chilis cooking and my stomach was rumbling. I put my glasses on and looked for a clock. I'd been in such a hurry to leave the apartment yesterday that I'd forgotten to grab my phone on the way out. It was 8:00 AM and I'd slept ten hours, so I must have really needed it. Nando was in the little kitchen area messing with something on the stove.

He saw that I was awake and said, "Good Morning, Matty. How do you take your eggs?"

"Um, just fried I guess?" I replied.

He smiled at me and asked, "Do you like the yolks runny or hard?"

"Oh, runny," I said, "but can you make sure the whites are hard?"

He laughed and said, "Two eggs, over medium then. Why don't you get cleaned up? Breakfast is almost ready."

I got up and walked to the bathroom, keeping my backside to him as much as possible. I wasn't wearing underwear, thanks to Josh, and I had some morning wood. It was hard to pee with an erection, but I managed it. Then I picked up the toothpaste and thought about trying to brush my teeth with my finger, but I saw that Nando's toothbrush was already wet. I picked it up and thought about how it had been in his mouth. I put it in my mouth, trying to see if I could taste him on it, but it just tasted of peppermint. Still, I decided to use it to brush my own teeth anyway.

I was invading his privacy, but not as much as I had last night when I'd breathed through his jock while beating off. I went to sit down on the toilet and noticed a pair of his briefs lying on the floor near the shower. It was the only thing out of place in the room, so it was easily noticed. I picked them up and inhaled. Nando's musky scent flooded my system and my dick throbbed. I leaned back and breathed deeply.

I wrapped my hand around my five-inch erection and started stroking. I was so excited that it didn't take long for me to start panting. My dick felt like an electric current was flowing through it. My knees started shaking and I felt my balls pull up like they were trying to go up inside my body. I felt a moment of tension like every muscle in my body was tight. I stifled a groan and bit my lip hard. Like a bolt of lightning, my cock erupted, and I shot my load. With Nando's underwear against my face, I didn't realize how far I'd shot until I finished cumming and had a chance to look around. That's when I noticed that I'd painted the wall opposite the toilet with my sperm.

"Shit!" I groaned, looking at the mess dripping down the wall.

I cleaned myself up with the wet washcloth Nando had used in the shower, and then I cleaned up the mess I'd made. I was trying not to think about the fact that I was so much more excited by a man old enough to be my father than I ever had been by any guy my own age. I'd dreamed of Nando last night, and I'd dropped in a load in my shorts while I'd slept. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I didn't really want to.

I came out of the bathroom somewhat sheepishly. I didn't want him to see how wet the front of my shorts was. Luckily for me they were black and the wetness was almost invisible.

"Good," he said. "Everything is ready. Sit down and eat."

I slid into the chair quickly, and Nando pushed it in for me. The plate had what looked like sloppy cheese enchiladas with two eggs on top. He'd also sliced some tomatoes and set out orange juice and the coffee carafe. He had a small pot that made only four cups of coffee. I was looking skeptically at the plate. It looked good, but it didn't look like breakfast to me.

"You've lived in Tucson all your life, and you've never had chilaquiles before?" he asked.

"Not for breakfast," I replied.

I broke the yokes and took a bite. It was good; smoky, and cheesy, and the eggs went well with it. "

I smiled and nodded. "It tastes great," I said.

"My ex-wife was born here. She's Mexican American but she never had them for breakfast before either. She was all about pancakes, eggs, and bacon. But my mom made us chilaquiles and eggs all the time when I was growing up," he said. "But my wife learned to like them, and my kids are always happy whenever I had time to make them for breakfast."

I didn't want to know, but I had to ask, "Um ... how old are your kids?"

He gave me a serious look and said, "Maria is 22. She's married and has a daughter of her own. Juancito ... he prefers Johnny ... is 19 and he's a freshman this year. You may even have a class with him this year. And Carlos is 14; he's a freshman in high school."

I took a deep breath and adjusted my dick in my shorts. For some reason, hearing him talk about his kids made my erection return with a vengeance. I noticed that he was still looking at me.

"Oh," I said, "then you must be ...?"

"40 years old last May," he said.

Shit! I thought. I was having sexual fantasies about Nando, and he probably thought that I was just another kid. I wanted to have sex with him so badly that I couldn't concentrate on anything else, and he was just being paternal with me.

I didn't know why I admitted, "I turn 19 on the 25^th of this month."

We ate our breakfast and chatted about a lot of things. I hadn't heard of most of the music he liked, and I'd never been to some of the places he mentioned. It didn't sound like we had a lot in common, until he told me that he's seen Shang-Chi last night. I loved that movie and we talked about it until we were done eating. Afterward, I volunteered to clean the dishes because he cooked, but he insisted on helping me. It was fun working side by side with him in the little kitchen area of the apartment.

Nando

This kid was cute as hell, and I liked doing things with him and for him. At first I'd thought that he was effeminate, and he was a little, like so many gay boys his age, but mostly he was boyish and naïve. Either way, it gave him a softness that combined with his boyish masculinity to make him almost perfect for a bisexual man like me. It was like he was both masculine and effeminate at the same time.

I had to establish some ground rules if he were going to be around here a lot, so I made him clean up the bed and turn it back into a futon couch. The way he tried to hide the jock he'd stolen so he could sneak it back into my hamper was cute, but then he slipped it inside his backpack when he thought I wasn't looking. I didn't let on that I'd seen him do it. But it made me hard thinking of what he was going to do with it later.

When everything was ready to go, I took out a spare key for the apartment and held it out to him.

"Don't lose this," I said, "but I want you to come over here and study instead of sitting in the sun. You can sleep on this futon anytime your cousin has friends over, whether I'm here or not."

He blushed and looked at the floor for a moment, hesitating like he wasn't sure what to say, but finally he looked up at me and said, "Thank you, sir. I mean, Nando. I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

Then I walked him over to his apartment. He had his key in his backpack, so he opened the door without knocking. I recognized Matty's cousin Jimmy sitting in his shorts eating cereal, but I didn't know the larger blond guy who was pouring himself a bowl when we came in.

"Hi guys," I said, with a friendly wave. "My name is Fernando Chavez and I live across the way. I'd seen you out and about, so I thought I would come over and introduce myself."

"Hello," Jimmy said. He was smiling but seemed confused by my presence. "I'm pleased to meet you."

It was the other guy who was looking nervous as he mumbled "hey". And then I knew. I'd been a cop long enough to know when someone was hiding something, and this musclebound gringo was definitely hiding something that made him nervous. He was harassing Matty somehow. I had my eye on him now, and he could see it in my face. He had the good grace to look down.

"Matty and I met at the pool," I said, shifting my gaze to Jimmy. "He's a good kid. Since you're his cousin, I assume that you are a good kid, too."

I shifted my eyes back to the other guy and said, "I have things I have to do today, but I'll be around."

Then I left. I had to go pick up Johnny. I'd promised to take him shopping to buy some new clothes for college. I hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks, and I wanted to make sure that we stayed in touch, especially now that Maria was growing distant, and Carlos would be moving to Phoenix. I promised myself that I wouldn't let my preoccupation with Matty make me too busy for my own kids.

Josh

What the fuck? Why had Matty come into the room with that musclebound older guy? I knew the kid was gay the first time I'd seen him. Funny thing was that my original plan had been to fuck Jimmy and turn him out. He got a little handsy and giggly when he was stoned so I knew that he'd suck my cock if I got him at the right moment. When I got my first look at Matty, however, all those thoughts went out of my head. That boy was a definite cutie, and he was so gay that I was surprised that Jimmy hadn't already fucked him, cousin or not. I knew that the two of them had shared a bed for a while and the thought of the two of them together had fueled more than one fantasy of mine.

That old dude had his hands all over Matty. If it wasn't his back, it was his shoulder. He'd even played with the boy's hair while we were talking. I had to take his butt cherry sooner rather than later, if only to save him from that creepy old guy. He'd be happier once he was sucking my cock and the cocks of all my friends. And once I had him, I'd go back to my original plan and fuck Jimmy too.

Shit! I thought. I hadn't met a guy yet who wouldn't spread his legs for me if I applied the right kind of pressure. There was that kid in the dorm who still cried and begged me not to show that picture I took of him with my piss all over his face. He claimed that he hated sucking my cock, but he knew to show up whenever I texted. And he always got hard when I fucked him.

Matty

Josh made his excuses and left shortly after Nando did. I put my backpack in my room and found my phone. I thought I'd left it plugged in, but it was lying in the living room next to the couch. Jimmy had finished his cereal and was putting the bowl in his dishwasher when I found it.

"So, what's up with the old guy?" he asked.

"He's swimming a lot of the time when I'm studying at the pool area," I explained. "We started talking a lot and getting to know one another. He's nice."

Jimmy looked at me with a strange expression, like he was worried about something, or trying to figure something out. He opened his mouth, then closed it and shrugged.

"Did you stay at his apartment last night?" he asked.

I blushed and said, "I fell asleep on the couch watching television after studying so he just let me sleep."

"You're studying at his apartment, not the pool now?" he asked.

"Sometimes," I replied. "He invited me, and it gets hot in the afternoon. It's still over a hundred degrees."

Jimmy came up and gave me bro hug. "I guess I've been partying too much. I'll try to keep it quieter, so you can study here in the apartment," he promised. "I forgot what a little nerd you were."

He was smiling and I knew that was trying to be sincere, but I doubted he would follow through with his promise. In high school, he'd partied a lot too. His mom had to keep an eye on him and make him study. I wasn't his mom, and I couldn't do it.

I'll give Jimmy credit for trying. He didn't invite anyone over but Josh for the next week. I earned an A on both exams that I'd been studying for, so I was happy about that. The problem was that, with the apartment quiet enough to study, I had no excuse for going over to Nando's apartment since I could study at home.

The downside to Jimmy trying to be a good neighbor was Josh's presence. He still touched my butt when Jimmy wasn't looking, and sometimes he would sit next to me on the couch and put his arm around my shoulders like we were friends. I couldn't complain to Jimmy about him because he would just think I was being overly sensitive. After all, Josh often did the same things to him as well.

"That's just Josh," Jimmy would say. "He doesn't mean anything by it. He does it to everyone."

I noticed that Josh became even more handsy when he and Jimmy were smoking dope or after they'd been drinking. He would hug Jimmy and brush his lips against his neck. And Jimmy would giggle and call him a fag, but he wouldn't move away. Of course, Josh would brush it off by declaring "no homo" and then do it again. One time, Josh looked directly at me while he licked Jimmy's ear and gave me a wink. I didn't know what he was trying to communicate, but if he'd been trying to make me uncomfortable, he succeeded.

I rarely smoked dope and refused to do it at all if Josh was over, but that didn't stop him from messing with me. On Thursday night, when Jimmy went to the bathroom, Josh flopped onto the couch next to me and put his arm around me, holding me tight against him. The thing was that Josh was a good-looking guy and his arms were muscular, and they should have felt good, but they didn't. He always looked like he was ready to pounce on me, like he was a bobcat, and I was a rabbit.

He put his mouth so close that I could feel his lips on my neck and whispered, "Is that old man fucking you?"

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "No," I said. "It's not like that. We're just friends."

He licked my ear and said, "Good. I'm going to take your cherry soon. If Jimmy gets stoned enough, I'm going to do it tonight, when he passes out."

"Let me go," I hissed at him. "I'd never let you fuck me, Josh, not even if we the last two gay guys in the world!"

He squeezed my hard cock through my shorts and said, "Then I'll make you do it the first time. Don't worry, you'll love it so much that you come back to me and beg me to do it again. You won't have to beg too much. I'll make sure to treat you nice, like a little faggot princess."

When Jimmy came out of the bedroom, I grabbed my phone and my backpack and went over to Nando's apartment. He wasn't there, but I let myself in and slept on the couch. I didn't bother to make it into a bed; I just slept on top of the mattress. But in the morning, when my phone alarm went off, Nando was gone again, and I was tucked into a sheet and thin blanket. Nando must have covered me up while I was sleeping. He also left me a breakfast burro in the refrigerator. It had eggs, beans, cheese, and salsa. I microwaved it and headed back home.

Jimmy

I woke up sprawled naked on the couch in the living room. I looked around and didn't see my shorts or underwear. When I got up, I noticed that my ass was aching and burning. It must have been the Taco Bell we ate last night. I limped into the bathroom and noticed my missing clothes were scattered on the floor. I must have taken them off when I went to the bathroom last night.

When I wiped my butt, I noticed that the toilet paper was a little pink. I must have eaten too much hot sauce on my tacos. I took a shower and used the shower head to spray warm water on asshole. It felt good, but I was still store. When I was clean, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Matty wasn't back, but Josh was sleeping in my bed.

I was getting worried about Matty. He went out again last night just after I got out of the bathroom. I knew he was over at that old cop's apartment. I probably should call his mother and my dad. I thought that guy was taking advantage of him. I loved my cousin, but he was naïve as hell. He was two inches shorter than me, and about 20 pounds lighter. He'd always needed me to protect him. I couldn't be around all the time, but I could probably get Josh to help me keep an eye on him.

It looked to me like Matty was falling victim to a pedophile. Okay since my cousin was an adult that would make the old guy a predator instead of a pedophile, but Matty was so naïve he was like a kid. He needed someone his own age. I had to have a serious talk with him about choosing his friends better.

Josh woke up when I was just pulling my tee shirt on. He looked over at me and asked, "How are you feeling this morning? You passed out hard last night and I couldn't wake you, no matter what I did. Finally, I left you on the couch and took your bed."

"I'm fine," I replied. "I think I ate too much Taco Bell because my asshole is sore this morning."

"Dude, you were showing off and eating the hot sauce right out of the package. I told you that you'd be sorry in the morning," he said, giving me that smug smile of his.

He had a satisfied look on his face, but he could see that I was worried over something.

"What's up, bro?" he asked.

"I'm getting worried about Matty," I replied. "I don't trust that old man he's hanging out with. He spent the night over there again. I'm sure of it."

Josh wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a bro hug. He was taller than me and had more muscle. It was weird that he was almost exactly as much bigger than me as I was bigger than Matty. I was glad I had an older friend like Josh to keep me sane in my freshman year, although he really like to party.

"I don't trust him either," he said. "I think he's perving on your little cousin and one of these days he's going to take advantage of him."

"I need your help to keep an eye on him, Josh. Matty's a total genius, but he has no common sense," I explained. "If I give you a copy of his schedule, can you check up on him when I can't?"

"No problem, guy," he said. "I plan to keep a close eye on him. He's a horny little gay boy and he's going to get in trouble because he's under this guy's spell."

"We don't know for certain Matty is gay," I said, not really believing the words as I said them.

Josh laughed in my face and said, "Dude, wake up. There is literally no chance that Matty isn't gay. You've seen how hard he gets when I put my arm around him."

"Yeah," I swallowed hard. "It's too bad you're not gay. Matty needs someone closer to his own age. I'd trust you with him."

He leaned in a whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, "You can trust me, bro. I know how to take care of gay boys."

I gave him a look with a cocked eyebrow, and he laughed and said, "No homo."

Riding to school on my bike was hell because my ass was so sore. I had an earlier class than Matty, so I left before he returned home. On Fridays I had no chance to check up on my naïve younger cousin during the day, so I was glad I could rely on Josh. His schedule was almost empty, so he could do it. He could help me keep him safe from creepy predators.

Matty

I watched from Nando's window waiting for Josh to leave. I'd seen Jimmy leave, but not Josh. With a silent curse, I walked around the building the long way and unlocked my bike. I was almost late for my first class, but I made it before the professor, so I was good. I had another class right after, and it was almost all the way across campus, so I was glad I had my bike.

After my second class, I had a two-hour break. I'd just walked out of the building and was heading for the bike rack when Josh walked up behind me and put his arm around my shoulders. My body immediately tensed up when I was grabbed unexpectedly, and then I felt a shiver of fear when he started talking.

He whispered, "Good morning, faggot. I waited for you at the apartment, but you didn't show up."

I tried to pull away, but he guided me over to the rear of the building where there were fewer people passing by. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me at a moment when no one could see us. I turned my head away and so that he kissed the side of my head instead of my mouth.

"Don't be like this, Matty," he said. "Everyone knows that you're gay, even Jimmy. Let's just do it once. If you don't like it, I'll leave you alone, but if you do, you'll be able to get dick anytime you want it because I'll always be there for you."

"I told you no," Josh. "What are you going to do? Rape me here on campus where everyone can see?"

He moved his hand down and pressed it against my hard dick. "You can't rape the willing, sweet thing," he said. "When I fuck you for the first time, no one will be around to see it – or to hear it. Once you're addicted and you come begging me for more, I make no promise. Once you're hooked on my dick, I'm going to want to do it no matter who's around."

"Stop, please," I begged.

I was angry, but tears were still coming to my eyes. I couldn't pull away from him. He was too strong. Josh held my chin with one hand, while the other squeezed my dick. He kissed me and then kissed my eyes.

"Your tears taste sweet, Matty," he said. "But don't cry all the time like a little bitch. We'll hook up later, somewhere private where we can be alone."

He pulled my shorts out and looked inside. He gave a laugh and said, "You really didn't stop by your room on the way in."

He patted my butt and then left me alone. I sat there long enough to collect myself. I took my bike and rode around campus until it was time to go to my last Friday class. I had to do something about Josh. I wanted to tell Nando and get his help, but my bully never did anything when anyone else was around to see it. He was too careful to let anyone see what he was doing. I wondered if there was any way I could convince Jimmy that his friend was dangerous and not to be trusted.

As soon as my last class was over, I rode home as fast as I could. Then I went to shower and change clothes. I was still wearing yesterday's outfit since I hadn't returned home this morning. I was so paranoid that I locked the front door and the bathroom door. Every time I heard a noise, I jumped.

When I finally felt clean, I dried off and went to get dressed. My underwear drawer was empty, so I figured I'd do laundry, but I didn't have any dirty clothes in the hamper either. I looked everywhere, but the only pair of underwear I had were the pair I was wearing, and I had no other clothes either.

It had to be Josh, fucking with me. I looked all over the apartment but couldn't find them. On a whim, I went down to the laundry room. All my clothes were lying in the sink wet. It was like I'd left them in the washing machine and gone to school, but I knew that I hadn't even put them in the wash. I picked them up and put them in the dryer. Everything was there, except for my underwear. I sat there and waited for the dryer to stop, so that no one could do anything to them. And by no one I meant Josh. I kept looking around, expecting him to jump out of the shadows.

After putting my clothes away, I took my books and laptop over to Nando's house. Since Josh had a key to my apartment, I decided that I was going to avoid being there any time Jimmy wasn't home. I finished my homework and my studying before Nando got home.

Nando

I hadn't seen much of Matty this week until Thursday when I came home late and saw him sleeping on the futon. He'd left it shaped like a couch and he was curled up into a ball because I kept my apartment colder than I should. He was small enough to sleep comfortably on the futon when it wasn't spread out, but I got a sheet and thin blanket and put them around him. I squatted down and kissed his cheek before going to bed.

I got up before him, so I was quiet as I made some breakfast burros. I didn't put any meat in them because I knew Matty didn't eat it. I left him a note telling him there was a burro in the fridge waiting for him. I risked another gentle kiss on his cheek before going to work.

It was a long day for me due to mandatory overtime. There were a few officers out and the rest of us had to cover their time. When I got home, Matty was there working at the table. He looked up at me and smiled. And my heart suddenly felt lighter.

I laughed and said (in what I hoped was a sufficiently joking manner), "Hey honey, I'm home."

He laughed back and put his phone down as he replied, "I just finished my studying before you got here."

"Wait here," I said.

Then I went into my bedroom and came back with a small gift bag. I put it down in front of him and said, "I meant to put this out for you this morning, but I forgot."

He opened the bag and looked up at me with a confused look on his face. He was holding a toothbrush still in the package.

"It's for you," I said. "Leave it here so that you know you have a place to stay. There's something else in there, too."

He pulled out a set of silky green pajamas consisting of shorts and a loose top.

"That's so you have something clean to sleep in when you're here," I said. "You can leave it and I can wash it with my own clothes."

"Thank you," he said. Then he jumped up and ran over and gave me a hug.

I hugged him back and held him for a moment, then I rubbed his back with my right hand. He was emotionally needy today. I wanted to pry, but I feared that I would make him skittish again, so I resisted the urge. I just hoped he'd talk to me sometime soon. He needed help and I wanted to be the one to help him.

"If you've finished your studies, I'm going to take you out to dinner," I said. "But if you want to ride on my motorcycle, you have to put on jeans and some real shoes."

He seemed unsure, and I knew that he was trying to decide whether to go back to his apartment. I hugged him tight and then said, "Let me get ready then I'll go over with you".

I was already wearing my jeans and boots because I'd ridden my bike home, but I had to grab Carlos's riding gear from the closet. When I came back I put the leather jacket belonging to my youngest on him. He was taller than Carlos, but also skinnier. It fit him well enough. I grabbed my jacket and walked him around the pool area to his apartment.

There were two guys I didn't know in addition to Jimmy and his friend Josh. They all stopped talking when I came in and tried to look nonchalant, but I could see them trying to hide beer cans which told me they were all underage. It was ridiculous of course because there were several empty cans sitting out on the table. I had no plan to harass them over it. I was a guest in their home, and I wanted Jimmy to trust me enough to listen when I finally had a chance to talk to him.

"Matty and I are going out for dinner," I said. "We're taking my bike, so he needs to change into something that will cover him up."

"When are you bringing him home?" Jimmy asked, sounding for all the world like a wary father.

Matty was an adult, so I decided to be straightforward instead of beating around the bush. "Matty will be spending the night at my place tonight. He may come back tomorrow morning to change clothes, but I'll be here with him."

I glared at Josh when I said that, and he frowned. The more I saw of this punk, the more I wanted to beat his face in. I was sure that he was the one threatening Matty and making him feel unsafe. I wanted this guy to know that I'd be watching him. Meanwhile, Jimmy looked worried, like he didn't trust me at all. I got it. He must look at me like some sort of older predator sniffing around his younger cousin.

He got up and went into the bedroom with Matty and didn't come back until Matty did. My boy looked good in those jeans and that leather jacket. The guys in that room seemed to think so too from the looks on their faces. I put my hand on his back and led him out to my motorcycle. I had an extra helmet for him to wear so he'd be safe.

"Where are we going?" Matty asked.

I gave him an enigmatic smile and replied, "It's a secret, but I've been thinking all day about places I could take you that would have a lot of good vegetarian food. I hope you like it."

I took him to a Middle Eastern restaurant not too far from the college. There were several in town, but this one was my favorite. Matty was lost over the selection because he didn't know anything on the menu but gyro, which he admitted that he liked back before he became a vegetarian. Since he didn't know what to choose, I ordered two different vegetarian platters for us to share. He started off skeptical, but he fell in love with hummus, falafel, tabouleh, and fried cauliflower. He was not fond of baba ghanoush, but that meant that he liked most of the selections I'd chosen. We both drank iced mint tea because he was underage, and I was driving.

Matty

Tonight was kind of weird. There was a lot of tension in the living room when Nando had taken me home. He and Josh were glaring at each other, and Jimmy seemed upset, so I wasn't surprised when he followed me into the bedroom and shut the door. I'd just put on my jeans and was buttoning them when he came in.

"What's going on Matty?" he asked me, "I mean between you and this cop ... Fernando?"

"We're just friends," I replied. It was true, but I hoped it wouldn't stay that way.

I must have sounded sad because Jimmy said, "I know that you like him, Matty. What I mean is that I know that you're gay and that you're attracted to him, but a guy that much older than you just wants one thing. He's trying to get you in bed."

I wanted to deny that I was gay, but I knew it would do no good. Jimmy was being serious, and he was my best friend as well as my cousin. If he already knew, then I wanted to be able to talk to him. I turned around and looked at his face. How could I tell him that I would be happy if all Nando and I ever did was go to bed and have sweaty sex. I wanted more; I wanted a lot more, but I would be happy enough if he just took my virginity, even if he dumped me after that. I felt sick to my stomach when that thought crossed my mind.

Deep inside, I was picturing Nando picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom, his strong arms wrapped around me. I pictured him pulling my clothes off and throwing them over his shoulder before tossing me onto the bed and jumping next to me. In my mind, he was kissing me and touching me with his firm but gentle hands.

I shook my head to clear the fantasy from my mind before responding.

"I am," I admitted. "I'm gay, and I am fascinated by Nando. He may be older than me, but he's sexy as hell."

I sat down on the bed and started pulling my socks on. My ears were red, and I had that burning sensation in my nose like I was going to start crying, but I forced myself to calm down. I didn't want to cry in front of Jimmy, and I didn't want Nando to think I was a cry baby when I went back out into the living room.

"You don't have to worry about Nando," I said. "He hasn't even kissed me, and it's not like I haven't given him the opportunity. I think he looks at me like a kid and he took pity on me sitting outside in the heat."

Jimmy sat down next to me, obviously relieved. He put his arm around me and said, "I always knew you were gay, Matty, although I wish you'd told me instead of waiting for me to bring it up. I don't care that you're gay, but I'm happy that this guy hasn't taken advantage of you. You have no idea how fucking relieved I am."

He kissed my cheek and then said, "Have fun tonight – but not too much fun."

Then he waited for me to finish getting dressed and we walked back into the living room together. I waved goodbye and then left with Nando. He had his hand on my back as walked to the parking lot. I saw his motorcycle sitting there locked and waiting for us. A little thrill ran up my spine. I'd watched Nando on his bike more than once, and he looked powerful and sexy when he rode by.

I'd never ridden a motorcycle before. Nando made sure that my helmet was adjusted properly then got onto the bike. Once he was seated, he had me climb up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I hoped he wouldn't be able to feel my erection pressing against him, but his abs were so hard that it was becoming more obvious by the minute. Before starting the bike, he took my hands and pulled them tighter against his body.

"You have to hold on as tight as you can, Matty," he said. "If you think you're holding on too tight, squeeze harder. You can't hold me too tight when we're riding like this."

He was probably right. His waist and his abs were so muscular that I wouldn't be able to hurt him. And I made an important discovery about riding a motorcycle with my legs spread around a sexy stud like Nando. The vibration of the seat and the heat of his body was pushing me toward the edge. Luckily the restaurant wasn't too far away because I would have cum in my pants if we had driven for much longer. I didn't know whether he knew, but he was smiling at me as he helped me down from the seat.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and we started walking toward the door of the restaurant. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I cautiously slid one arm around his waist. He kissed the side of my head as we walked into the restaurant.

It was like I imagined a date would be. He waited for me to sit and then pushed the chair in for me before sitting down on the other side of the table, like he was a chivalrous man, and I was his damsel in distress. (And boy was I ever in distress?) I glanced over the menu. The food was strange to me, but I'd never seen so many vegetarian options on one menu. Since I had no idea what most of the food was, I let him order for both of us.

When it came, Nando insisting on feeding me. He kept breaking off pieces of flatbread and putting small pieces of food inside so he could hold it to my mouth. When I got some of the bean dip ... um, hummus it was called ... when I got some on my lips, he wiped it off with his finger then put his finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean. After that, he started dipping his finger in the hummus and feeding me that way. I sucked his finger and licked it until all the hummus was gone.

All the food was good, except for the slimy gray stuff that he called baba ghanoush. He loved it, but I didn't care for it at all. My favorite was the falafel, kind of like vegetarian meatballs. But better than the food was the feeling that we were on a real date. He was hugging me in the restaurant like he didn't care what anyone thought about it. His leg was pressing against mine and my heart was beating so fast and loud that I was sure he could hear it.

I didn't know if anyone was watching us or not, and I didn't really care. All I cared about was that he was making it clear that he didn't see me a kid. It wasn't just a man taking the poor neighbor kid out for a meal. This was an honest to goodness date and the sexy man next to me was obviously interested in me. The erection the motorcycle had given me had started to deflate, but now it was back with a throbbing vengeance.

After dinner, we got back on the motorcycle. Before starting it up, Nando looked over his shoulder and said, "Should I take you home the long way, maybe take you around the block a few times? You seemed to enjoy the last ride a lot."

"No!" I begged. "I don't want to make a mess in my pants, and this thing is ... well, exciting barely covers it, but that's all I can think of. It's exciting."

He gave me a knowing smile and said, "I get excited, too, especially when you cling to my back so tight. I'm going to take you someplace before we go home, but it's not too far. Try to contain yourself."

We rode to the river park. This time of year, there was no water in the river, but it was still a nice park with a paved walk under the desert willows, with the smell of desert honeysuckle in the air. The park had closed at sunset, so I pointed to the sign. Nando laughed and pulled out his badge and put it around his neck on a lanyard.

"Don't worry," he said. "No one will bother us, and if they run the plates on my bike they'll see that I'm a cop. We're good."

Then we walked along the trail. The sign said 2.1 miles in the direction we were walking until the end of the trail. If we wanted to walk farther we'd have to go down into the dry riverbed. But we didn't walk the whole way. There was a beautiful spot where the willows grew close and hung over the trail. Nando leaned against the railing and pulled me into his arms. He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes.

"If you tell me no, I'll take you back to my apartment. Nothing at all will change. We'll still be friends and you'll still be welcome to come to my house any time," he said. "But if you say yes then I'm going to kiss you."

I looked into his dark brown eyes and whispered, "Yes. Please kiss me, Nando. I want you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss me almost from the first time we spoke."

Nando pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine, stopping my inane rambling. I thought my heart was going to stop beating. The feeling of his manly stubble rubbing against my smoother face made my knees weak, and his scent was stronger than the honeysuckle. He smelled of old spice, the leather of his jacket, and the powerful musky aroma of a real man. His powerful scent went straight to my mind, blanking out all thought, and then it shot directly to my dick. My knees got even weaker, and I had to lean against him.

His arms wrapped around me were warm and strong; I felt like melting into his embrace. When his tongue pushed between my lips, I started crying. He pulled back and put his strong hands on the sides of my face and looked into my teary eyes.

He asked, "Are you okay? Is this still good for you?"

"Yes sir," I said. "I don't know why I'm crying, but yes. I've never kissed anyone before and I'm ... I've never ... I ..."

"You're a virgin," he said, completing my confession.

I nodded and he kissed my eyes and then went back to my lips. He walked me over to the bench under the biggest tree and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I was straddling his legs and facing him with expectant eyes. He rubbed my back and nuzzled my neck. I let myself fall against his chest and rubbed my cheek against his stubbly chin.

"Don't worry," he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes with his hand. "I've never been with a virgin boy before, but I'm going to take care of you. We'll take it slow, and I'll make sure that you're okay with everything we do before we do it."

We sat on that bench and kissed for more than an hour. Nando took possession of my mouth like a conquistador, and I accepted it gladly. The feeling of his tongue thrusting against mine made me feel like I belonged to him. But when he moved from kissing my lips to kissing my neck, I felt like every inch of my skin was on fire. I reached out with trembling hands and ran them down his shoulders and arms. His muscles were like iron.

Nando pulled my leather jacket off and put it on the bench next to him. Then he lifted my tee shirt and kissed my chest. I couldn't help but let out a low moan when his teeth gently bit my nipples. His mouth was working magic on my body. I had no idea that someone kissing my neck and chest could do this to me. I was rock hard, and my breathing had grown shallow. And all this attention Nando was giving me worked. For a while I completely forgot about Josh and the fact that he had kissed me against my will, that he was threatening me.

Sitting on Nando's lap, feeling his erection pressing against my butt, and feeling his lips all over me was a dream come true. For a closeted gay nerd like me who grew up in a small town and who'd never been kissed before, a sexy guy who couldn't keep his hands or his lips off me was like a gift from heaven. My fantasies of what might happen between us paled to mere shadows compared to that reality right there on that hard bench under the desert willows with the scent of desert honeysuckle floating through the breeze.

Nando saw the flashlight before I did. He gave me one last kiss and pulled my tee shirt down before handing me my leather jacket. We were both completely composed and seated next to each other before whoever was coming could get there. Nando had his arm around my shoulders, and I had my head resting on his chest when an officer whose name tag read S. Garcia came walking up with one hand on her radio and the other on her flashlight.

"Did you know the park was closed after sunset?" she asked. She was pointing the flashlight at us and smiling like it was a joke of some kind.

Nando lifted his badge on his lanyard and replied, "Yes officer; I was just taking my novio on a walk and we waited here for the sun to go down."

The officer laughed and said, "I saw your bike and wanted to make sure you weren't a different couple sneaking in here to do drugs."

She let go of her radio and added, "Then I ran your plates, and I was wondered if you might need help out here, Nando."

"No, Silvia. We were just kissing before you got here," he said. Then he turned my face toward his and kissed me again.

"I'll just leave you two alone then," she said. "Just out of curiosity, are you going to be here much longer?"

"We're leaving," he replied. "Then he kissed me on the temple."

Officer Garcia smiled at him and said, "He's cute. Have fun, but not too much fun. The park is closed, but it's still a public park."

"Yes ma'am!" he replied with a laugh.

Then we watched her walk away before getting up ourselves. Nando kissed me again before we headed back. This time he lifted me up so that my mouth was level with his.

"Wrap your legs around my waist so I don't drop you, Chico," he whispered.

Then Nando carried me back along the path, kissing me as he walked back to the parking lot. He was stronger than I thought. He didn't stumble, grumble or falter even once carrying me the quarter mile back to his bike. He made sure that my leather jacket was fastened, and my helmet was tight before we rode back to his apartment.

This time I couldn't hold back. The vibration of the motorcycle between my legs, the feeling of my hardon pressing against his butt and of his solid abs under my hands combined to push me over the edge. Halfway home I began shooting cum into my pants. I was panting against Nando's back, and I was whining. I grabbed him harder around the waist because I was afraid I was going to fall off the bike.

When we got home, Nando was smiling like he knew exactly what had happened. He helped me get undressed, hanging the borrowed leather jacket up in the hall closet before pulling my tee shirt off. When his hands touched the waistband of my pants, I tried to pull away.

"Did you change your mind about us, or don't you want me to see that you came in your pants from riding on the back of my motorcycle?" he asked.

When he saw the look on my face, he said, "You didn't think I knew, did you? It's okay. I've dropped a load in my pants while riding before, and that was without snuggling up next to someone as sexy as you."

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked.

He gave me a puzzled look and said, "Did I mean what?"

I spoke softly, more than a little afraid of the answer. "Doesn't novio mean boyfriend? Did you mean it when you told officer Garcia that I was you novio?"

He put his arm around me again and said, "Was it too soon?"

"No sir!" I replied. "I mean, no Nando. I just wondered if you meant it?"

He put his hands on my cheeks and then kissed me tenderly, just lips, no tongue. "I do mean it, but I didn't want to rush you. I didn't know you speak Spanish."

It was my turn to laugh. "If you've lived your whole life in southern Arizona, you don't have to speak Spanish to know what novio means."

"Well?" he asked, "do you want to be mi novio or not?"

"Yes!" I replied. "I do."

He kissed me again and then he pulled my pants off and led me to the bathroom. He took a warm washcloth and wiped me clean. Then we brushed our teeth side by side, me naked and him still dressed. Why I got so turned on doing something so domestic and simple with Nando, I had no idea, but I did.

It was afterwards that confused me. Nando helped me into the cute green silk pajamas he bought for me and then he made up the futon as a bed.

"Aren't we going to go to your bed tonight," I asked. I sounded more like a whiny child than I would have liked.

"Not tonight," he said. "You're young and you're still a virgin. I told you that I wanted to make sure that you were okay with every step before we go on. You have a lot to think about, and we'll talk in the morning. And if you think this is easy for me, it's not. But it's the right thing to do."

He pressed my hand against his hard cock and said, "See what I mean? I want you so bad that it's killing me, but I don't want just one night. I want to take it slow and make sure that we have many nights."

He kissed me again, then tucked me into bed on the futon like a kid. He took my glasses off my face for me and then kissed me again before disappearing into his bedroom. I fell asleep wishing I were lying in bed next to him.