Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2024 12:54:27 +0200 From: Tom Preduv Subject: Beyond the Bruises - Chapter 7 Hello! Sorry for the wait. I have been quite busy with school, but I'm back and I'm going to try to post the following chapters more regularly from now on! Hope you enjoy the seventh chapter of Scott's adventures :) As usual, don't forget to donate to Nifty if you can ! https://donate.nifty.org/ *----------------- "Really? Are you serious?" Colt asked, his face beaming with joy. "Yes," I replied. "I want to get to know you better." Colt pulled me in even tighter into our hug, so tight I could barely breathe. My head was pressed against his chest, and all I could smell was him. He had such an intoxicating scent, a mixture of cologne and deodorant with a hint of musk. It wasn't overpowering, but rather subtly blended with his natural odor, driving me crazy. "Manly musk" was the only way I could describe it, even though it didn't make much sense. "Awesome!" he shouted, snapping me back to reality. He released me from the hug and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, his lips inviting and his smile infectious. Seeing him so happy made my heart flutter. "You won't regret it! Thank you!" "OK, but I have some rules," I said, trying to remain level-headed. "What rules?" Colt asked, his smile fading into a serious expression. "The first rule is pretty simple and I'm sure you will agree to it too," I stated. "I don't want everyone at school to know we went on a date, so it must stay a secret. It also means we need to go somewhere nobody will recognize us, and considering how popular you are, we might have to go far away." "Oh, of course," Colt responded, relieved. "I thought that was implied when I asked you out. I'm sorry, but I agree, we need to keep it discreet." "There's no need to apologize. I also prefer to keep it private," I assured him. "What are the other rules?" "I'd prefer it to be somewhere not too expensive. I don't have as much money as you," I admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Oh no," quickly interrupted Colt and before I could complain he continued : "I'm inviting you, so I'm paying for everything. I have one date to charm you, so I'm going to try everything I can to make it the best date possible. I'll take care of everything, I'll pick you up at your house and drop you back at the end of our date. You just have to be there, and that's non-negotiable." "Colt, I can't let you pay for everything. It makes me uncomfortable. It's not fair," I protested. "If you're worried, you can pay for the next one. Whatever it is, that way we'll both have paid for one date," Colt insisted. "What makes you think there will be a next one?" I teased, a smile returning to my face. "Just call it wishful thinking," he replied with a bright smile. "Fine," I reluctantly agreed, knowing he wouldn't back down. "But you know, when we're dating, I'll shower you with gifts. I won't apologize for it. I'll use all my money, or rather my parents' money for now, but once I'm a pro baseball player, I'll use my own money to buy you everything you want," Colt declared sincerely. I was taken aback by his sincerity and didn't know how to respond. "I..." "Are there any other rules?" Colt asked, seeing how flustered I was, bringing the conversation back on track. "Right," I said, regaining my composure. "The last rule is that it must be somewhere we can wear clothes, meaning not your bedroom." I added this rule because I was afraid it was just about sex for Colt, and personally I wanted more than that. I tried to refuse it, but deep down I wanted to try having a real relationship with him, even if it didn't last for long. When I mentioned the last rule, I could swear I saw a flicker of sadness in Colt's eyes. "Yeah, yes, of course," he stammered, his confidence momentarily shaken. "Are you free tomorrow? Saturday would be perfect." "Yes, I am," I replied, surprised by his eagerness. "Don't you want more time to prepare?" "No, tomorrow is perfect. I've been thinking about our date for a while now, so I don't need more time. I'll pick you up at 7:00, OK?" Colt suggested. "Yes, text me when you're at my house, and I'll meet you outside." "I don't have your number, remember?" Colt reminded me, a small smile returning to his face. "Give me your phone," I said, holding out my hand. He handed me his unlocked phone, and I saved my number under "Scott." "Perfect!" he exclaimed after I returned his phone. "I'm going to head home to rest and start preparing for tomorrow. I can't wait!" His excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile brightly. "Me too," I replied. "Good night, Scott!" he called out as he jogged out of sight. I took a deep breath, satisfied with how things went and excited for our date tomorrow. With a smile on my face, I made my way back home. I couldn't wait for what tomorrow would bring. *** I was just an hour away from Colt picking me up for our date, so I needed to start getting ready. I headed to the bathroom and shed off my clothes, standing naked before the mirror, trying to discern what Colt found attractive about me. Yet, as I scrutinized my reflection, my body appeared rather ordinary and unremarkable. Unlike Colt, I lacked the defined muscles that seemed to be a defining feature of attractiveness. Sure, there were faint traces of abs on my stomach, but they were more a result of being skinny than actual muscle definition. I was just a scrawny kid with a plain face - brown eyes, what some might call "full red lips," and shaggy dirty blond hair. Unhappy with my appearance, I stepped into the shower, the warm water doing little to wash away my insecurities. In stark contrast, Colt was the epitome of attractiveness - an extremely handsome and sexy man. It seemed unfathomable that he would have any interest in someone like me. Doubts and anxieties swirled in my mind. Was this all some sort of trap orchestrated by Colt? Could he truly be interested in dating me? These unsettling thoughts plagued me as I showered, and as I emerged, I found myself on the verge of texting Colt to call off the entire affair. However, glancing at the time, I realized Colt would be arriving in just 15 minutes. Canceling so abruptly would only leave me feeling even worse. With a renewed determination, I pushed aside my doubts and made my way to the dresser to select my outfit. Uncertain of the venue, I opted for a white shirt paired with simple black pants - the extent of my limited fancy wardrobe. As I finished lacing up my shoes, a text from Colt signaled his arrival outside my house. Hastily, I made my way out and spotted him standing by his car. "Scott! You look amazing!" he exclaimed as I approached. "Thank you," I replied, a hint of shyness coloring my tone. "You do too." "Thanks!" he grinned, flashing his charming smile. Opening the car door for me, he ushered me inside before closing it with a gentle click. As he walked around to the driver's side, I couldn't help but admire his appearance - the light blue shirt complementing his eyes, his muscular frame filling out the fabric effortlessly, the expensive-looking watch adorning his wrist. With a smile still plastered on his face, Colt settled into the driver's seat and started the engine. "Where are we headed?" I inquired. "It's a surprise! But we've got a bit of a drive, so feel free to choose the music," he replied. I flipped through the stations until finding a song I liked, then gazed out at the passing scenery, unsure of what to say. Throughout the journey, Colt engaged me in small talk, asking about my day, discussing school, and sharing anecdotes about our shared teachers. Periodically, I felt his gaze on me, catching him smiling in my direction. As promised, Colt had chosen a destination far enough away to avoid any chance encounters, and after a forty-minute drive, we arrived in front of a restaurant named 'La Fourchette'. Stepping out of the car, I noticed a valet awaiting Colt's car keys. "Here we are!" Colt announced. "Colt, this seems quite fancy," I remarked. "It must be expensive. This feels like too much." "Don't worry about it," he reassured me, guiding me towards the entrance. Inside, I was taken aback by the elegant decor - the serene ambiance, the tasteful placement of tables, the somber tones of the artwork adorning the walls. "Hello, and welcome to 'La Fourchette'!" greeted a woman by the reservation book. "Hello, we have a reservation for two under the name Jensen," Colt informed her. After a quick check, the woman confirmed our reservation and led us to our table. Seated in a cozy corner of the room, we were afforded privacy from the other diners. "Thank you," Colt acknowledged as he pulled out a chair for me, gesturing for me to take a seat. As I settled in, he took his place opposite me. "A waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy," the woman said before departing, leaving us alone. Colt fixed his gaze on me, a warm smile gracing his lips. "I'm not a woman, Colt. You don't have to open the car door for me or pull out my chair," I began, uncertain why I felt the need to address it. I felt insecure about my masculinity next to Colt who was so manly, and also I was afraid Colt liked me because he thought I was a feminine guy. "Firstly, I know you're not a woman. You're a handsome man, and I've never thought otherwise," Colt reassured me, his tone gentle yet firm. "And secondly, it's not about gender. It's about making a gesture of kindness to impress a date. I hope you'll do the same for me someday." I felt bad now, I was thoughtless and I probably had ruined our date, "I'm sorry," I apologized. "It's OK," he said. His smile was back on his face, and his hand made its way on top of mine on the table. "You truly look amazing." "You already said that," I said as I was blushing from his compliment. "And I'll say it again! Because it is true." "I'm not as handsome as you..." "Are you kidding? You are the most beautiful man on the planet!" "Colt! Stop speaking nonsense, you're embarrassing me." "But it's true!" I felt both good and embarrassed by his words, he definitely knew how to compliment someone. "Well I think you are handsome, and your shirt brings out your beautiful eyes even more, I'm amazed to look at you," I complimented him back. "Thank you Scott," he said with a big smile. His thumb was caressing the top of my hand, and as we were looking into each other's eyes the situation became too much for me and I averted my gaze and moved my hand away from him. I think Colt understood my reaction and he decided not to push it, he picked up his menu to change the subject and help me be more comfortable, "So, what looks good here." I followed his lead and picked up my menu to see what we could eat, and the first thing I noticed were the prices! I should have expected it, considering this place was so fancy but it still shook me. "Oh my god Colt! This place is so expensive," I almost shouted. "Don't worry about it, I'm buying," he replied nonchalantly. "But I don't want you to pay for every date, and I won't ever be able to afford anything close to this." "My family is wealthy, so I've never felt like money was a problem. And I'm not planning on stopping spending however much I want for you, that's a fact. But I truly don't care about how much you pay, or where we go on dates, we could go to McDonald's or even spend a couple of free hours in the park, doesn't matter to me as long as I get to spend time with you. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop taking you to new places when it's my turn to plan the date, because I want to give you everything you deserve. I'm sorry but that's just how it is." I was still a bit insecure about my lack of means, but like most people I had always wished to have more money and be able to afford places like this. The fact that Colt wanted to make those wishes come true for me made me extremely happy, and it meant I'd have to spend time brainstorming ideas to plan amazing dates on a limited budget. "Alright," I finally agreed. I went back to look at the menu, and we both decided to choose from the 3-course menu called `Entrée / Plat / Dessert'. Now, every item on the menu was written in french so I was confused at first, luckily the ingredients were given in english below each. There were two possibilities for each, and we decided to each order one and share so we could try everything. After we ordered our meal with some diet coke, there was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other. This time, I tried to be the one to initiate conversation. "So .. you joined our school this year, where were you before?" I asked. "I moved around a bit," he answered. "I spent my sophomore and junior years in South Carolina, and before that I did my freshmen year and middle school in Missouri." "Why did you move around so much?" "Because of my mom's job. She works for this big marketing company with offices all over the US, and she got promoted a couple of times to different offices so we had to move. My dad's a psychologist, so he just starts a new practice every time we move. He is apparently pretty good so he has no problems finding new clients." "Doesn't it bother you to move around so much?" "It did the first time. I was sad to leave Missouri because I spent most of my time there but then I settled in my new school and it was fine. I wasn't thrilled about coming here either because I had a good setup in my old school, but I've never let my parents know. But now, I'm glad we moved since I got to meet you." I smiled at that last remark, I was also happy he had moved. "What did you mean by `good setup'?" I asked, having genuinely no idea what he meant. "Right, I should explain," he started. "To understand, you have to know I've known I was gay since middle school, I had never kissed a guy or anything but somehow I knew. Although I didn't tell my parents till high school. And I've been in love with baseball for even longer." "OK, so?" "Well, as I wanted to become a pro-baseball player, I kinda repressed the gay part of me because I figured if I was out I wouldn't be able to join any team I wanted, so I pretended to be straight. And, the summer between high school and middle school I hit puberty. I grew taller, got some muscles, and ...my dick also grew." "Yes, I can testify it grew A LOT!" I joked. "Yeah!" he laughed back. "And so when I started high school I was pretty different from middle school, and I had also been practicing and training all summer so I easily joined the baseball team of the school. All of this changed the way people looked at me, treated me and it went a bit to my head. People saw me as a stud, and I acted like one. Girls were after me, and I dated a couple but not for long because .. well, I'm gay. I also noticed guys wanted me, and it didn't take too long for me to fuck my first guy. Not long after that I came out to my parents, and they were pretty cool with it, so I continued with my life. My closeted life, but as I said I was a horny teenager and was pretty full of myself so I went on to pick up and fuck a lot more guys before the end of the year. That's when my parents told me we were moving, and I was obviously upset about it but it turned out to be a good thing, because people started to put together I might not be straight since I wasn't very careful about keeping it a secret." "What does that have to do with the good setup?" I asked. "I'm getting to it!" he replied. "We arrived in South Carolina, new school, new baseball team and once again people were quick to accept me, and to love me. At that time, I'm embarrassed to say but I really felt like God's gift to Men, which I'm not. I was so pretentious and cocky back then, just a stupid horny teenager. I wanted to fuck, but this time I tried to be smarter about it and not having it known. Which didn't really slow me down, but anyway that's also when I met Jessica. She was a beautiful and popular girl in the school, since I pretended to be straight I would flirt with her in the hallway and everything, and everybody thought we'd be the perfect couple. As we spent more time together we realized we were both gay, I think it had to do with the fact that we were used to the other gender being attracted to us but we both could tell the other was faking their attraction. We became best friends from that point, it felt nice to have someone to share this secret with. Turns out, she didn't want people to find out she was a lesbian, because she didn't want her family to know. So we decided to become a couple, at least to the eyes of the school, you know we'd kissed a bit at school and stuff, and both bragged about our sex life which made sure to settle in everyone's mind we were both straight. It allowed us to have sex with other people a bit more freely, since even if rumors were to start because we were the `perfect couple' nobody would believe them. And that's the good setup I had back in my old school, and that's why I said I didn't really want to leave." I listened to him intently as we started eating our food, without interrupting him. I understood now what he meant by perfect setup, it truly was the best scenario for a closted man like him. In a perfect world, he probably wouldn't have to hide his sexuality, but unfortunately this isn't a perfect world and he made the best of the situation without hurting anyone. "I understand now, it makes more sense. She seems like a really good friend." "The best. We still text and I've told her about you actually, she was the one who told me to go for it." "And what was your plan for this school?" "Well... I was planning on using her again, saying we were trying to make the long-distance work and that's why I wasn't seeing any other girl. And I'm a bit ashamed to say to you but that's what I'm currently doing, people at school think I'm dating her because Jess helped me out through video calls and such.." "It's OK, no need to be scared to tell me. I know you are "straight"', I said doing air quotes with my hands while saying the word straight. "And what about guys? If I can ask." "I was planning on taking it slow at first, see all the guys I could fuck before making a move." "Since you're such a stud," I said laughing. "Now I don't know if I want to know how many guys you fucked at school." "None!" quickly interjected Colt. "When I first saw you, I felt drawn to you. It wasn't like anything I had ever felt with other guys. I wanted to be with you, not just fuck you! Well .. I guess I've been with one guy since there was that one time I kinda force-fucked you." "OK, first you didn't force me Colt," I tried to reassure him. "And second, I also was immediately attracted to you when I first saw you." "Scott, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." "OK now, you haven't fucked anyone from this school, but what about your previous schools. How many guys did you have sex with ?" "I promised to myself I was going to be completely honest with you, so I will tell you. I don't know exactly though since I didn't really keep count, and I also want you to know that's not the guy I am anymore. But it should be maybe around 50 guys." "50 guys?!" I said in complete shock. "I know it's a lot, but I was a little asshole who would just flaunt his big dick in the locker room to find any guy who would look at it twice and fuck them. There were also some guys who weren't in school. But that's all behind me now, you have to believe me Scott! I'm not interested in meaningless hookups anymore." "That's not what bothers me, I know I wasn't your first," I said, still shaken. "But I've only been with one guy, one and a half at best, how can I compete with all those other guys?" "Oh no, Scott!", he said, putting his hand back on top of mine. "That one time with you was so much better than any other sex I had, you have no idea!" I was feeling very insecure sexually speaking, Colt had so much experience and I had none. But hearing him say that made me feel a little better. "So, you've had sex in a locker room huh? That's hot!" I said, regaining some confidence. "Yeah, twice actually, because that's where we were," he answered. "You think a stinky room like the locker room is hot?" "Well, it's both hell and paradise at the same time. But you wouldn't get it." "Why wouldn't I get it?" "Because you're a jock. And with a body and dick like yours, you wouldn't be afraid to get naked in front of all those other guys." "I wouldn't be afraid with your body and dick either." "That's sweet," I said. "I wish I had your confidence. But it was also hell to not pop a boner every time I was in there." "I'm also scared to pop a boner!" "Oh please," I scuffed. "You'd just jock it off, or use it as an excuse to show off your big dick even more." "OK, I can't deny that... but why paradise then?" "Because it's full of naked men!" I said laughing. "Right! I could have guessed that. So you found it hot to have dangerous sex in a room full of naked men?" "No!" I exclaimed. "Not a room full, but you know like you could be the last one showering with a hot jock, and he'd be flaunting his big cock and you're trying not to look. But it's a big cock so you look, and he catches you looking. But he doesn't beat you up, instead he tells you to get on your knees in front of him and service his big cock. And if you've done a good job, he turns you around and pounds you till you both cum." I was staring at him as I told him about this fantasy of mine, but I wasn't really looking at him you know. I was picturing this whole scene in my head, but in my mind the jock in the shower with me was Colt, and he looked so sexy. Just this image of us naked in the showers was enough to get me fully hard, and so close to the edge. I needed to think about something else if I didn't want to cream my pants. "Fuck that's hot!" Colt shouted, and it brought me back to Earth. "I think the locker room is my favorite room now!" We both laughed a good minute at his last comment. When our laughter died down, we were left with this awkward silence, where neither of us knew where to go from there. I had something on my mind, and following in the footsteps of his honesty I decided to tell him the truth about what happened with Alejandro. "Alright.." I said. "You've been honest with me, so it's only fair that I am honest with you too. Last night, when you found me crying I didn't tell you the whole truth." "What's the whole truth?" he asked, with concern in his voice. "I did meet with an artist, and he did say my drawings weren't good. It did make me sad a little, but the worst was that I saw him as a mentor when he was only helping me because he thought I would bottom for him in return. And it made me sad, because I thought he was a nice guy." "Who is this guy?!" asked Colt with an angry tone. "I'm going to beat him up!" "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you", I said, exasperated. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me, I got out of there and I'm never seeing him again so it's done. This is in the past now, I wish you'd just support me by saying something like "I'm sorry, it must have sucked"." Colt took a moment, he looked at me with sadness in his eyes and his thumb went back to caressing the back of my hand. "I'm truly sorry Scott, it must have sucked." "Yeah it did..." I said, leaving a moment of silence for the both of us to take in our revelations. "We're eating great food, so how about we move on to a happier topic?" "You're right!" agreed Colt. After this, we went back to more normal first date discussions, what we liked and disliked. Colt told me all about baseball, and how it had been his dream to be a pro player, and I told him all about my passion for drawing. We laughed, ate good food and had a generally good time. Before either of us realized, our meal was finished so Colt settled the bill and we made our way back to his car. The ride home was made almost in complete silence, we had talked a lot during the meal so we were just both enjoying a bit of quiet time together. We briefly discussed the meal we just had, and how good it was. It wasn't long until we reached my house where Colt dropped me off. We stared at each other in silence, while parked in the driveway. I didn't know what to do, nor what Colt expected to end this date. Luckily, he spoke first. "I had a really great time tonight Scott." "I did too." "I'd enjoy going on another date with you," he said with a smile. "I would too," I agreed. "I'll plan the next one and I will let you know." "I'm looking forward to it!" he exclaimed. "But we can't change how we are at school, Colt, it would be too suspicious." "What do you mean?" "Our relationship needs to stay the same." "You're saying we can't be friends?" "Not really, no. I'm just your tutor, so we can say `What's up' in the hallway but that's about it." "That sucks, I don't see why we can't be friends." "Because I don't think I'd be able to be just your friend, so we can't." "I guess you're right. I don't think I'd be able to pretend either." And once again, we were left in silence. I didn't know if I was supposed to kiss him, or invite him upstairs or just leave. Colt answered that for me when he wished me good night. I wished him good night back and made my way out of the car and to my room. I quickly settled into my bed because it was getting pretty late, my belly was full of delicious food and my mind was full of wonderful memories of this night with Colt. *** The following Wednesday, I was at my locker, gathering items for my next class. I was still trying to come up with an idea for my next date with Colt; the restaurant where he took me was incredible, and it was difficult to think of something equally impressive with my limited budget. "Hey," a voice said, interrupting my thought process. I turned around to see James leaning against the neighboring locker. "Hey," I replied. I didn't want to engage with him, but antagonizing him wouldn't lead to anything positive either. "We haven't seen each other in a while. How about coming over to my place on Saturday afternoon?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" I couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask me that, given how he rejected me and made my life miserable at school. He must truly think I am desperate or in love with him or something. Well, I'm not anymore, and I definitely have no intention of getting involved with him again. "Nah, man. I could use a good blow job, and you're really good at it." "No, thanks," I said, shutting my locker and beginning to walk away, but he blocked my path. "Why are you acting like that? I know you love to suck my cock." "No, I don't." "I see how it is," he said. I could sense his anger escalating. "You're just like all those other bitches, in love with Colt. What is it, you're his personal cock-sucker now?" "No!" I exclaimed. "I'm just his tutor. I barely even know him." "Yeah, but you think he's a fucking hunk like everyone else, but I promise you, I'm much better than Colt." I wanted to leave the situation immediately, so I remained silent and searched for an exit strategy. Suddenly, I heard someone call out from behind me: "Yo James!" I turned around to see Colt approaching us. "Oh hey, Scott!" he said upon seeing me. "Want him to tutor you as well, James? It might help." They exchanged laughter and playfully hit each other's arms, reminiscent of typical jocks. "Nah! I'm doing fine!" said James, grinning widely, like he hadn't been talking shit about Colt just 10 seconds ago. "Your loss! My grades have significantly improved ever since Scott began tutoring me," Colt boasted. "Because you were just that stupid," James quipped. "Maybe I was," chuckled Colt. Meanwhile, I stayed quiet and waited for an opportunity to slip away unnoticed. "By the way, Scott, are we still on for our tutoring session later today?" Colt asked me. "Yes, in the library. Don't be late," I responded. "I won't be, don't worry!" he reassured me, flashing his brilliant smile. "You got Mr. Ceps as well James no? Let's go together, we're gonna be late!" James merely nodded, and they walked off together. "See you later, Scott!" Colt called out, glancing back at me and winking. I grinned at myself, eager to spend quality time with Colt, even if it meant solely studying. Then, I proceeded to class, realizing I was also running late. Later that day, I headed to the library, only to discover Colt already seated at the designated table. I joined him, placing my backpack beside me. "Hey, Scott," Colt greeted me warmly. "Hey," I returned the greeting. "How was your day?" he inquired. "Good, yours?" "Great, by the way, I didn't realize you and James were friends." "We're not friends," I quickly shot back. "OK," said Colt suspiciously. "I just assumed since..." "Well, we're not," I said, coldly, interrupting him. "Let's study." "First, let's talk about our next date," Colt said. "You haven't said anything, I hope you didn't forget, because I sure didn't. In fact, I eagerly await it." "I didn't forget, it's going to be next Saturday if it's good with you." "Absolutely!" quickly replied Colt. "I'll share more information soon, but for now, let's concentrate on studying," I suggested. "Alright! Shall we dive into calculus then?" Colt proposed, displaying his captivating smile. After an hour filled with equations and calculations, we eventually parted ways, with Colt insisting on driving me home. I told Colt our second date would be next Saturday, but I still have no idea what we will do. I really needed to find something. *** Saturday came and I had finally found my date idea: a picnic. It might be a bit simple, but given my limited budget it feels like the best I can offer. I had just come home from the store, since I am a decent cook I figured I would prepare everything myself and it would maybe make up for the lack of quality. I had spent the last few days researching the perfect food for a picnic, given Colt's body I figured he probably watched what he ate so I tried to be mindful of that. I was planning to make some chicken salad sandwich, with cooked chicken breast, green onions, a bit of Greek yogurt, some lemon juice, lettuce, tomato on whole wheat bread. With it I would serve a pasta salad made of pasta, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, olives and feta cheese. And for dessert I went for something simpler, simple bits of fruits (grapes, strawberries, kiwi) onto skewers. I even used some of the cucumber to make cucumber water. I was proud of what I had planned, and thanks to some coupons and good deals it didn't cost me that much. I really hoped Colt would appreciate the food so I put my all into preparing everything. Mid-way through I saw my dad poke his head into the kitchen, looking at me cooking. He didn't say anything and didn't stay long, I just heard a low `Good day' before I heard him leave the house. For obvious reasons, my dad and I didn't really talk, we just both lived in the same house without coming into contact with each other. And it was usually fine, except when it wasn't. Anyway, I finished cooking everything and cleaned up after myself. I went looking for a picnic blanket I knew we had before packing all the food and I made my way to our secret spot in the forest. I had told Colt to meet me there at noon, I wanted to arrive early to set up everything but I took more time cooking than I thought and was running behind. To make it worse, as I was hurriedly setting everything up I saw Colt emerge from the bushes, he was here early. "Wow! It looks amazing," he said as he approached the picnic table. "You're early, I wasn't done!" I said as I quickly brought out the last of the food. "Want me to come back in 10 minutes?" he asked. "No! You're here, just sit." He sat in front of me as asked, and I sat down as well once I put the plates and cutlery down. "This looks amazing Scott! Did you make everything yourself?" "Yes.. If you don't like it, we can go eat somewhere. It's totally fine!" "No way," he quickly said. "It looks amazing, and I'm sure it will taste amazing too." I blushed slightly, I was very nervous, worried Colt wouldn't like the taste and I was rethinking every decision I had made for this meal. But trying to keep a confident appearance, I said nothing and we started eating while discussing our week. "This is truly delicious Scott," Colt said as he took another bite of chicken sandwich. Colt had eaten so much food! He is a big guy, so he figured he ate a lot and therefore I prepared a lot, but that was beyond my expectations. But considering how much he ate, it must mean he really did like what I had made. And it made me so happy. We had been talking for hours, talking about everything and anything, it seemed like the conversation would never stop. I didn't see time fly by, I guess this is what it feels like to spend time with someone you're comfortable with. I hadn't had this feeling in a long time, and I truly wanted to spend even more time with Colt. I'm sure he felt the same way, because for a while now my hand had been on the table and his hand had been on top of mine, slowly caressing it with his thumb. Finally, a moment of silence came after one of Colt's jokes which had us both in laughter. He was sitting in front of me and we were looking into each other's eyes. We had stopped laughing but we were both still smiling as we were having a good time. I kept staring into his eyes, his piercing blue eyes, they were so beautiful and they looked so calm like a wonderful sea. I was mesmerized by them and couldn't look away. I could also see his other features out of the corner of my eyes, his sharp jaw with a slight stubble of beard on it, his big white smile and his luscious lips. He was without a doubt the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I couldn't believe I was on a date with him. Compared to him I was really nothing to look at, and I really wondered why he was interested in me. But before I could think more about it or even ask him, he broke the silence with a question that shook me to my core : "Can I kiss you?" My throat went immediately dry, and I had to gulp to reply. "Yes," I simply said. It was barely audible as I was so nervous. At this moment, there was nothing I wanted more than him kissing me, and he wanted it too apparently. I wasn't even sure I had heard him right, or if it was just my imagination and he hadn't asked me that question. My mind was going a thousand miles per hour and time seemed to have slowed down around me. But slowly I saw him sit up and his face started getting closer and closer to mine, it felt like it would take forever to reach me. What reached me first was actually his right hand on the left side of my face, it gently caressed my cheek and I leaned into it, closing my eyes to fully enjoy the moment. Shortly after, I felt his lips against mine causing a rush of exhilaration to course through me. Hesitant at first, our mouths cautiously explored one another. Slowly, his tongue sought permission to delve deeper, tracing the outline of my lips before seeking entry. Opening up to him, our tongues started dancing, with him leading the action. Our heads tilted, aligning our faces optimally as our kiss evolved into something more profound. An overwhelming sensation consumed me, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. All rational thought vanished, replaced instead by pure instinct and primal urges. His hands, which were on my head, were pulling me closer to him and I stood up to meet his demands. With this new position, I immediately felt my harder-than-steel erection pressing against my pants, probably tenting them. I couldn't check, nor did I really care, as my eyes were closed to fully savor the passionate kiss I was engaged in. Suddenly, his lips left mine and I felt so alone, only our foreheads kept pressing against the other. We were both out of breath, but the experience had been completely worthwhile. "We should stop," he finally spoke up. "Oh..OK," I said, obviously disappointed. I felt his hands grab both sides of my face and I met his eyes. "Trust me I don't want to, it's taking all of my willpower right now to stop. But we just started dating, and I want to take things slow and do things right because you are so special to me Scott. And if we don't stop right now, I won't be able to stop and it will go much faster than it should and I don't want that." "I understand, you're also special to me and I want to do things right." He released my head, and we both straightened up. I noticed the big bulge in his pants, I wasn't the only one who had felt the full effects of our kiss, and considering how big he is, it is hard to hide an erection. I stopped gawking at his package when I saw him move towards me, he stood next to me and I felt so small next to his huge stature. Once again, he placed both of his strong hands on my cheeks, gently caressing them. I absolutely loved when he did that, it made me feel like I belonged to him and he would make everything OK. "Thanks Scott, for an amazing lunch," he said. "It was truly delicious, and I hope you'll cook for me again." "I will," I said with a big smile. I was overjoyed that he liked my cooking. "Do you need help to clean up?" he asked. "No, I've got it, don't worry." "OK, so I'm gonna go home then, it'd be best I think." "OK." He moved his head down, and I reached up to meet him in one final kiss. This time without tongue, it was just a deep and tender kiss. "I'll text you," said Colt, breaking the kiss. I didn't say anything, I simply nodded and watched him walk away. Once he was out of sight, the pressure left my body and I fell back onto the bench. I planted my head in my hands, I was really falling for him. Well, not sure it was the correct tense as I had already fallen for him, hard. I didn't know what the future held, but I was excited for it. I quickly picked up everything and also made my way back home. As soon as I opened the door to my house, I was greeted by cadavers of beer cans. "Shit," I thought. I needed to get out of here quickly, but before I could I head my father call out from the leaving room: "Scott? Come here!"