Adulting

Chip’s Story Continued From Chapter 11

Thanksgiving weekend was incredible, but I was wiped out. I fell asleep on the plane before we even pulled out of the gate and woke up when the plane touched down in Denver. There was a text from Alec waiting when I landed “Let me know when you land. I miss you already.” I smiled and replied “Made it. Can’t wait to see you in 2 weeks. Miss you too!”

I headed down the corridor and checked the closest Arrivals screen, I was riding home with Scotty and his plane came in about twenty minutes after mine. He was flying into the same terminal, so I found a bar near his gate and sat down to have a drink while I waited. The time went by surprisingly fast as I replayed the weekend in my head, and texted back and forth with Alec about nothing. Every thought was focused on Alec. I missed him already! How the fuck that was possible I had no idea since two nights ago I didn’t even know the guy existed, AND he booked a flight and was coming out to see me in two weeks. Was I crazy? The guy’s a total stranger.

*bing* a text from Scotty interrupted my mental rant “Just landed, deplaning in a minute. You here?”

I texted back “Sitting at the bar two gates down. Take a right and then look for my sexy ass on your left about 500 feet down” I got a “haha can’t wait to hear everything” back. It only took about ten minutes for Scotty to appear.

“Hello sir, have you seen a sexy ass? I’m supposed to be looking for one but all I see is that sorry thing you’re sitting on” Scotty said as I stood to hug him. As soon as my arms were around him he said, “god I missed you?”

“I missed you too, I want to hear all about Brad and I’ve got so much to tell you!” I said.

“Awesome, but I need a beer” Scotty said as he headed to the bar. He came back with two beers put one in front of me, sat down and said, “Let’s start with… so… your dad’s a homo.” I laughed out loud “I can’t fucking believe that” Scotty said with wide eyes.

I told him everything. From walking in on Dad and Brendon, to our day out together, our night at the bar, meeting Alec, etc. I got as far as walking in on the naked bear-cub in the kitchen when Scotty burst out loud laughing “oh my fucking god, what did you do?!” he asked with wide eyes and that infectious smile on his face.

“I just watched his hairy little ass leave the room and go back to bed” I said then continued with my story while Scotty laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

“So tell me about Alex” Scotty said with sincere interest “Hey you wanna order some wings or something, I’m starving” I was starved too, so Scotty went back to the bar to order food for us. When he got back he sat down and said it again “Tell me about Alex.”

“It’s AleC, dipshit” I shot back emphasizing the “C” in his name. I pulled out my phone to show him a couple of pics I took. One of him Shirtless and the other of him in full uniform”

“Fuck! He’s hot. I can see why you’re smitten like a fucking little school girl.” Scotty said taking a gulp of his beer.

“He’s the whole package, hot, sweet, smart, all of it. And…..” I said then stopped

“and…?” Scotty said

“Don’t be pissed, but he’s coming to visit in two weeks” I finished

“You just met the guy!” Scotty started to protest “But if it makes you happy… and do you mean like two weeks from today?”

“Actually I mean two weeks from last Friday, he gets here on a Friday morning and leaves Monday morning. He’s a TSA Agent, I promise he’s not a serial killer.” I said, trying to convince myself that inviting a total stranger to visit me was a smart thing to do.

“Well if he is a serial killer, at least Brad will be here to protect us” Scotty took another swig of beer waiting for my reaction.

“Are you serious?!” I almost screamed like a school girl. Scotty’s right, sometimes I AM a little too gay.

“Yup. He gets in about 12:00 Friday and leaves Monday morning. I took Friday afternoon off to pick him up at the airport, and I’ll drop him off on my way to work Monday.” Just then the bartender yelled over to us, our food was ready. Scotty got up and came back with wings, onion rings and a bunch of other fried shit “This’ll be dinner” he said as he put the food on the table, the bartender came up behind him with more food and some plates and silverware. “So sounds like we’re gonna have a full house.”

“That actually sounds like a lot of fun. And I swear to god if Brad steals my boyfriend…” I said grinning at Scotty.

“He don’t need your sloppy seconds. He’s got this grade A prime beef” he said as he dipped a wing into the bleu cheese and devoured it. I just looked at him and laughed, I missed the little smart ass. For the next half hour we drank our beer, ate fried airport junk food and gave each other details about our trips. Scotty told me about fucking Brad in front of Kev and Randy’s friends. I could not believe that my innocent little friend had found the balls to do that! I almost told him about what happened last Thanksgiving with Kev, Randy, Alex, Adam, and Kenny but figured if Kevin didn’t tell him I should probably keep my mouth shut (See Exploring My true Self Chapter’s 24, 25,and 26 for details). I mean hell, it sounds like Kevin told him all of his other exploits. Scotty’s weekend sounded wild. I told him all the details of what I called “Ginger Fest.” First fucking the cute ginger at the bathhouse, then fucking and getting fucked by Alec. Scotty hung on every word, like he always does.

“So, how did you leave it with AleC?” He said exaggerating the “C” in Alec’s name. “You’re obviously gonna pursue something if he’s coming out here. Are you exclusive? Are you gonna finally delete Grindr from your phone and stop hanging out in truck stops bathrooms?” Scotty said with that smartass tone and look on his face.

“Yeah, for now on I’ll just fuck guys in front of my brother” I said matter-of-factly making him almost spit beer out of his nose and call me an ass.

“Touché’” laughed Scotty “But seriously, how are you gonna handle the long distance thing? Brad and I decided for now we’ll call, text, facetime… whatever we can, and we won’t date anyone else. But…” he paused “Since we’re both inexperienced and still curious as fuck….” I waited for him to continue, my eyes wide “…we’re open to playing together.” He finally blurted out.

“Fuck. Really?” I said, “Did you talk about that?”

“Yup. We even made rules and decided if either one of us gets uncomfortable we shut it down and walk away.” Scotty said like it was nothing.

“So how do I get my ass on that list?” I said joking… well really only half joking, I mean damn being the meat in a Scotty/Brad sandwich… sign me up! I was actually getting hard thinking about getting fucked by those two studs. I shook my head a little to get rid of the dirty visual as Scotty laughed at me.

“I get to explore, AND I get Brad… win/win” He said being a little cocky.

“Just don’t fuck it up. Open relationships can backfire.” I said trying to be the voice of reason while my hardon grew in my pants thinking just about it.

“If it’s not working we shut it down and regroup” he said with his mouth full.

“Man, I think it’s awesome that you guys are so open with each other about that stuff. Maybe I need to talk to Alec more about expectations. I mean, I’ve known the guy for all of two nights of wild sex, now he’s flying out here. We didn’t really discuss it that much… we just kind of did it.” I thought about what I just said and started to get cold feet. I don’t know this guy, inviting him here was crazy. Shit. Did I mess up? And I say I want a relationship, but I’m sitting here thinking about getting fucked by Scotty and Brad. Am I ready for a relationship?

Scotty saw the panic on my face. “What’s up Chipper? You’ve got that “I’m about to freak out” look in your eyes.”

“Shit, Scotty. I just invited a total stranger to come visit me.” I said panicking a little “What if we don’t get along? What if he turns out to be an asshole? What if…”

Scotty cut me off. “What if you calm the fuck down? It’s okay panic boy” he said trying to chill me out. “It’s only for three nights and Brad and I will both be here with you. If he’s an asshole, we suck it up for three days and then you ghost him.” Scotty was making me feel better about it. “Chipper, I’ve never seen you really fall for anyone before. Yeah, you want to FUCK everyone… but you never want to DATE anyone. See what happens. Besides, the four of us hanging out for the weekend will be a lot of fun.”

We finished up our beers, polished off the junk food, then headed to the parking garage to find Scotty’s old Subaru. We talked more on the way home and started to plan what we should do when Brad and Alec visit. Scotty threw out a lot of ideas, but all I could think of was getting railed by the three of them. I know that’s not where my head should’ve been, but ever since Scotty told me they played together I can’t get it out of my head. I am going to have three of the hottest guys I know staying in my apartment together at the same time. When am I ever going to get a chance like this again? My thoughts weren’t exactly those of a guy looking to pursue a long-term relationship with a new love. I was thinking more like a cumdump. I had almost two weeks to come up with a plan.

Alec’s Story

It’s been a while since I traveled. Of course, getting through security was easy… well almost, my buddy Rob decided to fuck with me a little threatening me with a cavity search. Other than that this trip started out pretty uneventful. Finally I was on the plane sitting in first class, it’s good to know gate agents. I rushed to get out of the house and on the plane this morning, now I’m alone with my thoughts. My first thought? What the fuck am I doing here?! I’ve built a career on safety and now I’m boarding a plane to fly across the country to spend a weekend with a guy I have seen in-person only twice, and both times I was naked. Chip and I have talked every day, several times since we met, and I felt like I knew him. We talked about everything including what we wanted from a relationship, we even discussed maybe having a three-way or group sex. I never talked about that stuff with anyone before. It was like we put ourselves out there, raw for each other to see. That was an odd feeling for me. I was used to playing things safe and Chip is this adventurous guy who takes risks. He could be the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to me.

I grew up with two moms. You would think that would make growing up gay easier, but it didn’t. In my head I was different. I was the only one in the house that was attracted to boys. My mom’s figured out I was gay before I did, and it was never mentioned until I decided to bring it up when I was about sixteen. It was never a big deal. But try being a skinny gay redhead with two moms at a rough high school. Getting the shit beat out of me was a regular occurrence until I finally said fuck this! One day I had enough and begged my mom to sign me up for karate, then one of my other mom’s friends started taking me to the gym with him. He taught me to kickbox and when I was about thirteen I started weight lifting. By the time I was 17 I was pretty buff, but no one really noticed. I wore baggy clothes, and everyone still saw me as the scrawny little ginger.

Dave Sherman was my best friend. He was the kid every parent loved. If you were going out with Dave you didn’t have to worry about curfew because you were with Dave… the good kid. We’ve been best friends since I can remember (even now). He lived just a few doors down and we did everything together. We took Karate together, joined the soccer team together, we even got jobs at the same grocery store together. We used to ride together to school and work in the old blue Volvo wagon my mom’s passed down to me when I started to drive.

One day after school we just got into the Volvo and were buckling up when Johnny Tubman tapped on the passenger window. Johnny was the kid that needed to be the center of attention. He was a big guy, like 6’3” and about 250 pounds, not muscle, but not fat… just big. He considered himself outgoing, but he was just loud and obnoxious. He loved to get a laugh, but always at someone else’s expense. Dave rolled down the window and Johnny said, “Why do you always ride in the lesbo mobile with that faggot with the two dyke mom’s? Ride home with us” I shot him a look, a nasty look and Dave told him to shut the fuck up.

I looked past him at Johnny and said, “What did you call me?” Dave turned to me, looked me in the eye, grabbed my arm and said “He’s not worth it, Alec” Dave was probably the one person who knew I was stronger than I looked. Johnny glanced at me then dismissed me and went back to trying to convince Dave to ditch me.

“What did you call me?” I repeated louder without any response from Johnny. Dave was still looking at me, holding my arm. I pulled my arm away and got out of the car, walked behind Johnny and again asked him “What did you call me?”

Johnny turned to me and said “Fuck off faggot” then turned back to Dave.

That was the moment that I ran out of fuck’s to give. I grabbed Johnny by the neck and pushed him up against the maroon minivan in the next parking space, smashing the side of his face into the hot metal. “What. Did. You. Call. Me?” I repeated loud and clear. He muttered something inaudible under his breath and I eased my grip. He sighed in relief and I pushed him back against the hot metal. “Answer the question.” I Said in an angry voice.

“I called you a faggot with the two dyke mom’s” he said quietly.

“Remember that” I said still holding him against the van, “The next time you want to disrespect me, remember that this faggot with the two dyke mom’s can beat shit out of you” then I dropped him to the ground and got back in the car and we headed home. That was the last time anyone bothered me. Dave didn’t say much on the drive home. When I dropped him off at his house he just said “I’m sorry he said that to you.” I don’t remember if I even responded.

That night after dinner Dave came over to my house to study. We were both sitting on my bed up in my bedroom, like we always did, and he asked, “Is it true?”

“Is what true?” I said. Dave was cute. He had a lean body, curly brown hair and soft brown puppy dog eyes.

He locked eyes with me and said, “are you a… fa… are you gay?” He said it in a curious way, not judgmental. He just wanted to know.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I haven’t done anything with a guy, but I want to and am definitely attracted to guys. So… yeah. I’m gay. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course, we’re best friends. I’m just curious, like what would you even do with another guy? Like how does it work?” He asked looking me in the eyes awaiting an answer.

I laughed “I don’t know, probably the same thing you’d do with a girl, just a different hole” Dave laughed, and we started talking about sex, what he’s done with girls, what we wanted to do, porn we’ve watched, what turned us on about it, etc. We were both visibly, and obviously hard. I saw Dave grabbed his crotch a couple of times.

“You got any good porn?” Dave asked. I smiled and pulled out my laptop. We scrolled through some of my usual jackoff sites until we found a video with two guys and a girl. The guys were hot as fuck, and honestly, I couldn’t tell you what the girl looked like. I didn’t care. We both watched mesmerized, grabbing ourselves through our jeans. Dave moved closer supposedly to get a better view of the screen. We were sitting side-by-side, our thighs touching slightly. Dave made the first move.

We moved his fingertips and lightly touched my thigh in such a way that he could totally explain it away if I reacted badly. I moved my hand to the same spot and out fingers touched. Again, a seemingly accidental touch. We both got bolder, touching harder, pushing further until Dave made a bold move and put his hand blatantly on my crotch. There was no denying this move. I reached over to his crotch and did the same. Our eyes still glued to the screen as we blindly stroked and groped each other’s growing boyhood.

The bulge in his pants was impressive, I started to worry that mine would be dwarfed in comparison. Finally, I got bold and fumbled with my own belt and zipper and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, There I was with my hard, white cock at Dave’s disposal. Dave followed my lead and pulled his out. It was impressive, about the same length and girth as mine with a light brown bush above it. His balls had a few hairs but were mostly smooth. I touched it, awaiting a response. I got one… he touched mine.

We sat there and stroked each other for a while, up and down. Mine was uncut, his wasn’t. He seemed a little baffled about what to do with my foreskin. Eventually he pulled the skin down to expose my head and saw the glistening precum. He smeared it on my dick, rubbing it around before he lifted a finger to his lips and tasted it. My eyes grew wide as I watched his face seemingly savoring my taste, then he bent down and licked me. SHIT! I was touching another guys cock for the first time ever and he was licking mine! I just watched, still stroking him. He licked me up and down, then put my cock in his mouth and started to go down on it. FUCK it felt AWESOME. I moved the laptop to the floor and we got on our sides in a sixty nine position losing our pants as we repositioned ourselves on the bed.

I grabbed his engorged rod and licked it, like he did to mine just minutes earlier. Then I took it in my mouth, not knowing any better I tried to engulf the whole fucking thing. I realized my rookie mistake when my gag reflex kicked in. I pulled off as Dave laughed at me. Once I had my composure back, I gave it another try. This time inching slowly down. It felt hard and soft at the same time and tasted… well… it tasted. Like what I don’t know, it tasted more like a texture. I know that sounds stupid as fuck, but it did. It was a completely new sensation that wasn’t about taste, it was about the feeling of his smooth young cock on the tip of my tongue. I went up and down on him like he was now doing to me, then I started moving my hand in sync with my head movements, Dave mimicked me. We were pleasuring each other by learning and teaching at the same time. If what he did to me felt good, I did it to him. If I heard him moan I did it again. We were vastly aware of what the other one was feeling and were both trying to make the other one feel good. We were succeeding! I wanted to cum so bad. I would push him off, pause for a few seconds, then tell him to do it again. He did the same to me over and over.

We got bolder as we went, me licking his balls, him rubbing a wet finger around my young, virgin pucker. It felt awesome. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours (but in reality was maybe 10 minutes) until we couldn’t hold it anymore. Dave shot his load into my mouth without warning… nothing but a grunt and a hand on the back of my head showing my down deeper. His young semen tasted so different from anything I had ever had in my mouth before. It was everything! Sweet, salty, mild, bold, good, bad, I couldn’t really categorize it. But whatever it was, it worked for me. I shot right into Dave’s mouth about ten seconds behind him. I shot my powerful load into his mouth, pushing his head down until he choked on me. I heard him gasping, grunting and slurping as he took down every drop of my jizz.

We both rolled on our backs, panting to catch our breath. Dave’s sweat sock covered feet just inches from my face. “So, that’s gay sex” Dave said and we both laughed. There was no awkwardness between us. We played and experimented a lot over the next year before we both went off to college.

Now Dave lives in Chicago with his wife, I was best man in his wedding last year. Me? Well… here I am, about ten years older, on a plane, flying across the country chasing that feeling. That connection with another person, that “it’s all new” sensation I got from Dave all those years ago. This time it’s much more than physical. My expectations are high.

To be continued…