Adulting

CHAPTER 2 - Scotty’s Story

I listened to Chip tell me about his fear of coming out as I sipped my coffee. As odd as it sounds, I couldn’t help but be a little envious of him. At least he was working on coming out and experimenting a little. He admitted to himself he was gay. That’s a huge step. Me, on the other hand, I knew I was gay, but I just didn’t know what to do with that information. I mean, once you come out that’s it. Right? You’re gay. The world labels you and pretty much get pushed into a world of stereotypes and a lot of your options narrow. Once I admit, I’m different.

“I wish I was more like you, Scotty. You know exactly who you are” Chip Said

“Ha” was my knee-jerk response as I struggled not to spit my coffee out “I have no clue.”

Chip just laughed, “Yeah, right. You are one of the most together people I know. You have no idea what it’s like to struggle with your sexuality.”

I looked down at my coffee cup, stirred it, then, after a long pause I looked back up at him and decided to put it out there, “That’s pure bullshit. You’ve known me for four years. Can you recall me going on even one date?”

Chip shot back, “You were out every weekend, and always had tons of girls hanging all over you. You were always bedding some chick.”

“Was I really?” I said sarcastically. Knowing he was just buying into all the BS rumors. I had this rep as a womanizer because women were always hanging on me. Of course they were, I was an outgoing frat boy with muscles, who rarely wore a shirt and would talk to anybody. I was always the life of the party. So, the guys all just assumed I was sleeping around… and I let em’. “Chip, we shared a bedroom wall for four years… did you ever once hear me with a girl in my room?”

He said after a long, thoughtful pause “Honestly, I was too busy hiding my own secrets to pay attention to who you were sleeping with.”

“I had a total of two dates in college. One with Wendy Sommerville that ended with me kissing her goodnight and going home to masturbate to gay porn, and another “more intimate” date with Brad Westin that ended with us agreeing never to talk about it.”

I met Brad Westin my Junior year. I was at party at another frat house hanging with my brothers and a crowd of girls (as always). One girl kept throwing her arms around me telling me how drunk she was. The brothers were patting me on the back, egging me on, telling me it was a sure thing, calling me “the man,” but I had zero interest. I made an excuse to weasel away from her and hit the keg for a refill, and there was Brad. Brad was hot as fuck. He was a swimmer with a nice, lean muscular build, a buzz cut that made his blue eyes the center of attention with his perfect, dimpled smile playing a close second. “Scotty, right?” he said flashing his pearly whites and holding out his hand.

“Yeah, do I know you?” I said with a Confused look on my face. I didn’t know this guy.

“I’m on the swim team with your frat brother, Barry. I’ve been to your house a couple of times.” He replied to the confused look on my face.

“Oh Yeah” I replied picturing him in a Speedo “Now I remember” I lied. There were so many guys in and out of that house, I had no clue. But damn, you think I’d remember this one. We talked for a while around the keg, then took our beers out onto the porch to continue the conversation. He stood extremely close to me as we leaned over the rail talking. His leg kept touching mine lightly. When I didn’t pull back he pushed in harder. Then I made a bold move and pushed back into his advances. It was freaking electric, and my cock was growing in my tight jeans. We both had our hands resting on the rail and wrapped around the red Solo cups holding our beer. His pinky finger touched mine lightly and he wiggled it. I wiggled mine back in response. It was such a tiny, tiny touch, but FUCK it sent chills through me. I wanted to lean in and kiss him right there but didn’t dare.

“I have a private room in the dorms” he whispered “wanna come see it?” He said playfully flashing me that smile framed by those adorable dimples. That’s all it took. I followed him a few blocks to his place. The guys all just assumed I met up with the girl that was hanging on me earlier so no one questioned where I went.

When we got to Brad’s room he pushed the door shut, pulled my shirt up over my head then pushed me against the door and gave me the hottest fucking kiss of my life. A man kiss. Our faces were smashed against each other and our tongues were fighting for dominance. Then he pushed his groin against mine and our hard dicks rubbed against each other through the layers of denim and cotton. I could actually feel heat emanating from his manhood. Fuck it was so hot! He pulled his shirt off over his head as we continued to make out. Then he started fumbling with my belt, I did the same to his. Next the zippers went down, and we reached into each other’s underwear. This was the first time I ever felt another man’s cock, and it totally did it for me.

He pushed his lean body against my muscular torso. The warmth of his skin on mine was mind-blowing. I had had sex with a couple of women before… it was NOTHING like this. Aggressive, rough, but tender, passionate and just plain hot! Being pinned against that door by this shirtless hottie was the confirmation I needed. Yup. I was gay. Gay, gay, gay! I took control of the situation and started moving Brad towards the bed as we continued to kiss and grope each other’s manhood. When we got to the bed he fell back, and I took the opportunity to pull his pants down. He kicked off his shoes and socks as I pulled his pants all the way off. He sat up and did the same to me. We were both naked… him sitting on the bed and me standing in front of him. He looked at me with those incredible eyes as he stroked my cock. Still looking me in the eyes he moved forward and took the head of my cock in his mouth, oh my god it felt amazing. I let out a deep groan. Brad took that as his greenlight and engulfed my entire shift until his lips were planted against my balls. I never felt such an incredible sensation before. No one gives head like a man. I threw my head back as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Just then, Brad grabbed my balls and started caressing them, rolling them both around in the palm of his hand. I rested my hands on his head as he worked his magic. I was so fucking close “I’m gonna cum” I grunted. Brad pulled off my cock and slapped it to stop me from cumming.

“No! Not yet. We’re just getting started” He said through that smile of his. He pulled me on top of him and we kissed again. There I was, my naked muscular body pressed against another man. This was really happening. I went with it. I was grinding my dick against his, our precum mixing together making the two shafts slide easily up and down each other. The feeling was so different, so new, so fucking intense. I moved my body up and down his, sliding my shaft against his from root to tip and back again. He reached between us and grabbed my cock and pushed it under her balls, lining the head up with is hole “Fuck me Scotty, I wanna feel you in me” He whispered with his lips just inches from mine.

I didn’t know what to do, or what to say “I… I’ve never done this before, Brad.” I said

“Let me be your first. Please. I want you in me” He said as he pressed his lips to mine again. He reached over into his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. He but some in his tight little hole to loosen it up then grabbed shaft, stroking it up and down with his lubed hand to get me ready. It felt fucking incredible. He lined me up against his hole again “Push, Scotty. Give me your cherry” I did. I pushed hard and breached his tight hole “Umff” He grunted “Hold it, hold it, you’re a big boy” he said as he put a hand on either side of my face and then pulled my lips to his kissing me “Okay, gimme more” he said in between kisses. I pushed slowly, but steadily, “Yeah that’s it., Scotty. Does my ass feel good on your cock?” He asked as he clenched his sphincter grabbing my cock even tighter. I pushed in inch by inch until I hit bottom and my balls rested against his ass crack. Oh god, it felt good. I wasn’t going to last long.

I pulled out slowly until just the very tip of my cockhead was still in his clutch, then slowly back in. I repeated this several times very slowly reveling in the new sensations I was experiencing as his channel contracted around my shaft. I never thought anything could feel so incredible. Brad’s moans, groans and head thrashing signaled that he was loving it too. I wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately , my balls weren’t onboard with that Idea. I could feel my orgasm building. “I’m cumming, Brad” I said as I started to pull out quickly.

Brad grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me back in all the way “No. shoot in me, Scotty. Give me your load” He was kissing me deeply and with great passion now as he held tightly onto my ass cheeks.

“I’m coming” I kissed the words into his mouth “I’m fucking cumming, oh god!” Then I grunted like an animal and my load shot into him with more power and force than I had ever experience before. It was so intense! I collapsed on top of him, heaving and trying to catch my breath as my sweaty body rested on his. After a couple of minutes I worked my way down his body until I was face-to-face with his still hard cock. I had never been that close to anyone’s cock in my life. It was mesmerizing. I stared at it, grabbing it with my hand, it throbbed at my touch. It was hot, fleshy, and felt alive. I peeled the foreskin away from the head and moved in to lick it. I could taste his precum…I liked it. My mouth covered the spongy head as Brad moaned.

Brad propped himself up on his elbows and watched me as I took his hefty slab of man meat in my mouth. The texture, the taste, it was all so new and so erotic. I just wanted more. I looked up at him and out eyes locked as I engulfed every inch, there were about eight of them. It all felt so right. So natural. Nothing about this was wrong. I moved my head up and down letting my instincts guide me “Use your hand” Brad whispered, and I did. He gave me more instruction as I navigated my way through this new territory. He moaned his approval as I heeded his commands. I was learning to suck cock and I took to it like a duck to water. After a few minutes, Brad grabbed my head and started to move his hips, guiding his cock in and out of my eager mouth. He was so gentle, constantly checking on me to make sure I was good with what was happening. When he finally announced that he was gonna shoot I pulled off and he shot on my face, I wasn’t quite ready to swallow another guys load. Looking back, that was my only regret from that night.

Brad was my one and only gay sexual experience. That was two years ago. After that night we avoided each other… well, I avoided him, and I assume he was avoiding me. We were both “straight” and afraid of getting caught. Too bad. Brad was a really good guy. Brad was a year older and graduated the next semester.

Chip just stared at me while I relived my one and only gay experience in my head. He was trying to process what I just said. He sat quietly with a strange look on his face. It was a combination of excitement, disbelief and…well, relief. I think at that moment he felt a little less alone “Are you telling me you’re gay?”

I popped back into reality and said “I am telling you, in confidence, that I am gay, and I don’t think I’m ready to come out. I have actually never said that out loud before”

Chip smiled as my words started to take root in his mind. “Scotty, this is awesome. I’m proud of you.”

“Ha. Proud? Of what? Of the fact that I’m such a chicken shit that I can’t even admit to myself I’m gay?” I said.

“What are you afraid of? Your family is obviously good with it. Your brother just married a guy yesterday” He said, “Hell your brother and Randy would be all over this!”

“That’s exactly it.” I said “Once I come out. I’m gay and the world takes control of my identity. I’m not just Scotty anymore, I’m gay Scotty and I don’t know if I’m ready for everything that goes with that label. You can’t put the genie back in the bottle.”

Chip smiled and just stared “Well, you’re not wrong. But you’re also not a weak bitch. You’ve always been in control of who you are, and I don’t see that changing” He said. I never thought about it like that. “Have you told Kevin?”

“Shit, I literally said this out loud for the first time about a minute ago.” I laughed “I came out here last Thanksgiving to talk to him, but that turned into a “bro-trip” and I chickened out. Then, I was gonna tell him at Christmas, but he and Randy got engaged and I didn’t want to kill the moment. Then he was so damn busy with the new business, the new house, the wedding. It never seemed to be the right moment.”

Chip never stopped making eye contact with me. He was really listening. “You know he’d drop everything to be there for you. You should call him as soon as they get back from their honeymoon.”

Just then my phone rang “It’s Ryan, I gotta take it” I said stepping away from the table.

Ryan called to tell me that Kenny got a flight back to Denver this afternoon and he was going to go with him to keep an eye on him. He asked me what was going on and I told him what I knew. He already knew about Chip and Kenny, hell, the entire frat house knew but no one wanted to mess with Kenny, so we ignored it. I thanked Ryan for taking care of Kenny (he may be an asshole, but he’s still our friend) and we decided to meet in Denver later that week for dinner and to compare notes. I hung up and went back to the table.

“Kenny got a flight back this afternoon and Ryan’s going with him to keep him company, the Uber is on its way. It looks like it’s just you and me on the long ride back” I said to Chip as I took my seat. Jordy came back to the table to check on us. The place was a little slow, so he pulled up a chair and talked for a while. We talked about the wedding, the neighborhood, his husband, our trip, our jobs. He was a personable guy. It occurred to me that I knew a lot of gay people. Good people. Role models.

Maybe it was time to stop being afraid of “gay Scotty” and grow the fuck up.

To be continued…