Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

After Andrew and Ryan leave, the guys ask me what happened in the bedroom. I tell them I think Andrew got into it at the end and that he might be bi or gay. 

But mainly D’Wayne regales them with what he says were the highlights — the butt plug and the rimming. 

As the conversation dies down, Grant says he has something to say. “I love all of you, and I don’t want any secrets. Reg, D and Matt know this. But Sebastian, I need to tell you something. I’ve come to terms with something I long felt — that I like guys. I tried to hide it, but I can’t any longer. Matt and I have been together a couple times, and he’s helped me realize that. I hope you can accept me like you accepted Matt.”

Of course, Sebastian already knew because I told him after my first encounter with Grant. He gets up from his chair, walks over to Grant and hugs him. “I know it took a lot of courage to admit that to yourself. I know it’s not easy, and football makes it even harder. I’m proud of you, Grant. We haven’t been friends long, but I’m here for you. Really.” 

Reggie sighs. “Yeah, all of us now know that Grant likes dick. Let’s not hang posters announcing this at our schools. I really don’t want to be in fights every day over him. And, my team needs him at wide receiver. We do have one more game this year — the championship game.”

“I said I’d be careful,” Grant replies. “Now, if you all could get out of here, I’d kind of like some quality time with Matt. That’s if he’d like to stay.”

Reggie, D’Wayne and Sebastian smile and say they’ll see us later. After showing them out, Grant takes a seat next to me on the sofa and rubs my leg. 

“You have me so horny,” he says. “It was driving me wild sitting out here listening to you have sex with someone else in my bedroom and picturing what was going on.”

He looks at me like he wants to kiss, but I say I have something we need to talk about. 

I tell him that when things started with him, it felt more like we were only fooling around. Then it seemed to evolve and that Thanksgiving felt more like a date. I remind him that I’m new to dating and that it’s been confusing to me so I thought I should tell him I’d gone on a couple other dates at the same time. 

Grant gives me a panicked look. “Are you dumping me?”

I tell him no. I say it happened by chance and that I don’t want to hurt anyone. I say I’m trying to figure it out. “After all, we never committed to going steady,” I say. 

Grant gives out a sad laugh. 

“I’ve used that line before, but it’s never been used on me,” he says. “Guys aren’t accustomed to hearing it.”

He asks who else I’ve dated, and I tell him about Shawn and our dates. I’m completely honest. “So tell me,” Grant says. “What are the things you like more about him? Is there something I’m doing wrong?”

I tell him he’s done nothing wrong. I ask him to think back to his first times with girls and to consider how even dating in general is new to me. I talk about my dates with Shawn. I do mention that Shawn seems more comfortable with himself and has shown a fun side. I tell him that Reggie storming in on us did freak me out and raised questions in my mind about the hetero-sports world around Grant. 

“I know you apologized, but what would dating be like? Would I need to expect more situations like that?”

Grant sighs and replies.

“You’re right. I initially saw us as just sex. Our first time was me experimenting as you know. But I’m trying to grow. I realize I should think of this as more than just some fun but like dating someone special. You and Shawn started with guys so maybe that makes the journey different. 

He continues: 

“Dates? Sure, I’ll go to movies or dinner or the arcade or a concert or things like that with you. If you asked that after our first time, I probably would have said no and told you I wouldn’t be comfortable with that. But I now see that as possible. I would like to do that. Don’t expect me to sing in the mall to you or jerk you off in the movie theater. I can’t chance that. But it seems like you also thought those were risky. 

“As for Reggie, he’s adjusting. And yeah, if another member of the team were to find out, I don’t know what would happen. There are a lot of hyper-macho types in a locker room. I play football and am going to college on a football scholarship. It’s part of who I am, and it’s not a place where anyone can know something like this. So what do you want to do? I really like you, Matt.”

I tell him that I’m not sure. I suggest I’d like to see both him and Shawn for at least a while. 

Grant runs his hand across my cheek. 

“I don’t want to lose what we’ve started, Matt,” he says. “Ugh. This feels like I’m in a competition. But you’re right. We aren’t committed to steady dating. And, frankly, I will need to go on dates with girls … whether I like it or not. 

He adds: 

“The quarterback is getting really freaked out about what he sees as my prolonged spell of not dating or hooking up. And, the winter formal is coming. I have to take someone. It’s expected of me. And that person has to be a girl. There are other school events after that … the senior prom particularly. I can’t take a girl to those dances and not agree to what you’re asking … no matter how much it sucks.”

We slowly kiss. 

Grant pauses, “Do you want to go to my bedroom? Hopefully you aren’t too spent from earlier. It’s my last chance before the state final. Remember that I try not to cum the week of a game … particularly this one. Ohh… A date! You could watch a practice this week and we can grab dinner afterwards. See I’m trying!”

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I say. “And me watching practice and going to dinner? I’d love to.”

Once we’re in the bedroom, Grant takes his shirt off, exposing his beautiful muscular chest. He then takes mine off. I lie down on the bed, and he climbs atop me. We kiss each other on the mouth and neck as I wrap my legs around his thighs and he grinds his crotch into mine.

“Is Shawn better in bed than I am?” Grant asks. 

I’m exasperated. “I’m not doing this, Grant. I’m not drawing up a scorecard. I love having sex with you. OK? Can you fuck me tonight? I’m kind of topped out from earlier and want to feel you inside me. I’ll fuck you all night long after the game Saturday.”

Grant twists one of my nipples. “Oh, we’re having sex after the game? Maybe I have a date with someone else.”

I moan at the attention to my nipple, but grimace at his digging comment. “I deserve that,” I say. “If you do have a date, I understand. But I’d love to be the one you celebrate with.”

Grant licks around each nipple before replying. “I’m teasing you. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else after the game.”

Grant then notices his necktie on the bed and the butt plug. “What’s one of my ties doing out and what is this?” Grant asks, taking hold of the black, rubber butt plug. I tell him that I used his necktie to tie Andrew to the bed, and then I explain what the butt plug is for. 

Grant gets a mischievous look on his face. “Sounds like Matt is going to be tied up while he’s fucked.” 

“I’m game for that,” I say. 

Grant grabs my wrists and uses the tie to restrain them to the bedpost behind my head just like I had done with Andrew. My head and shoulders are resting against a couple pillows stacked up so I have a good view of what’s going on. Grant is sitting atop my crotch and grinding himself into it. 

As Grant does that, he looks down at my now vulnerable body and says that he doesn’t remember us deciding how ticklish I am. “I’m not ticklish,” I announce even as I shift uncomfortably. 

“Really? I don’t believe you,” Grant says. He begins lightly brushing his fingers over my pits and down the sides of my chest. I shift a couple times and take a deep breath. “See! Not ticklish!” I say. 

“Hmmm,” Grant says. “No…. I think I found something.” He digs his fingers into my pits and runs them deeply around the area. 

“Fuck!” I scream as I arch and twist to avoid the assault. He keeps manipulating his fingers in my pits, switching between swift, light strokes and deep, slow rubbing. I burst out laughing and squirming. I’m soon letting out cries and screams.

“Please,” I manage to say. “Please, Grant. Stop. I can’t take it.” He smiles and instead buries his head in one pit and starts tonguing it. This switches me into overdrive in crying and screaming. I yank so hard to free my hands that I think I’m going to break his headboard, but it doesn’t give. He switches back and forth between pits showing me no mercy. 

I’m having trouble breathing because I’m laughing and groaning so hard amid the unrelenting attack. My chest is trying hard to suck in air. Grant is going from light twirls of his fingers and flicks of his tongue to a grinding of his thumbs and long laps with his tongue. I squirm and squirm and then I feel something in my groin respond. Oh God, I feel a warm wetness form at the tip of my dick in my underwear. I’m not cumming. I’m about to pee. 

“FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” I manage to yell. “Grrraaannnttt! Ssstttoooppp! I… I… I’m… go… going… to… to… ppp… pee.” 

With that, he stops. My chest is covered in sweat. It takes several minutes for me to catch my breath. Fortunately, he stopped before I peed.  

“Are you sure you aren’t ticklish, Matt?” Grant asks sarcastically. We spend several minutes kissing as I recover. I really want to caress him, but can’t with my hands tied. 

Grant stands up and removes the rest of his clothes, exposing his muscular legs, the V shape torso lines leading to his blond pubes and his rock hard cock. He takes my shoes and socks off, sits atop my lower legs and massages my cock through my jeans. Despite having cum repeatedly earlier during my revenge sex with Andrew, I am totally aroused. 

Grant runs his fingers down my treasure trail to the top of my jeans. He leans forward and kisses me on the lips, then the Adam’s apple, then the center of my chest. He then swirls his tongue around my navel and licks from there down my trial to the tip of my pants. 

He undoes my belt and then unbuttons and unzips my pants. He pulls them off and grabs my hard dick through the underwear. He notes the large wet spot I created when I almost peed from the tickling. 

“Matt, if you have bladder control problems, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Grant says. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“Shut up, Grant,” I snap back. 

He pulls off my underwear and slowly strokes me, rubbing my pre-cum into the skin of my head. He lifts my legs up, spreads them and rubs the head of the butt plug over my sphincter. “Hmmm. This will be interesting,” he says. “Want me to rim you first?”

My cock twitches at the thought. Grant was so good at rimming me the last time. It was unbelievable. “Yes! Please!” I say. 

Grant runs his full tongue repeatedly from the rear of my ass, over my hole and up to my balls. I let out a long moan, and large dollop of pre-cum falls onto my stomach. Grant switches and is making little circles around my asshole and quickly flicking at it with the tip of his tongue I raise my butt up, wanting more and more. He presses his tongue into my hole, loosening it. He then take his forefingers and spreads my hole slightly so he can lap more of his tongue against the sensitive entrance. 

I so want to run my hands through his blond hair. I tug at my restraints. He lubes the tip of the butt plug and asks if I’m ready. I nod, and he pushes it into me. 

“Ohhhh, God,” I moan as it presses through the sphincter and lodges into my cavity. Grant tugs at it a couple times, causing me to tremble and moan. 

“If you want to be really evil, pull it out and push it back in,” I say. He gives a mischievous smile and does that a couple times as I shout out “Fuck!”

“My dick is craving some attention, Matt,” Grant says. He positions himself astride my upper chest. I open my mouth and take in his 6 1/2-inch cock as he leans forward and braces himself with one hand against the wall behind the headboard and the other on the back of my head.

I take his whole cock in my mouth and hold with my lips tightly gripping its base, triggering my glands to coat it with saliva. Grant thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth. His nut sac, covered in a dusting of blond hair, bangs against my chin. 

“Fuck, yeah, Matt,” Grant cries out. “Suck my dick.”

He’s drilling my face. I like it. At the same time, I’m squeezing my ass repeatedly around the butt plug. Grant is panting and sweating. He stops and pulls his dick out of my mouth.

“You ready to fuck?” Grant asks me. 

“Oh, yeah,” I respond. “Fuck my ass, Grant.”

Grant lubes himself, slides between my legs, lifts them up and yanks the butt plug out, causing me to loudly gasp as it squeezes its way out of my asshole. 

The sudden void in me is immediately replaced by Grant’s dick. Grant is making slow, short thrusts in and out of me as he leans in and gently kisses my lips. Having my hands tied is really tormenting because I can’t touch him. But I like the vulnerability. I like being at Grant’s mercy. 

I wrap my legs around Grant’s waist and flex my sphincter, tightening it on Grant’s inward thrusts. He notices and begins longer strokes — pulling almost out and then slowly going inside me until I’m completely penetrated. I sigh. He kisses me deeper. 

Grant sits upright on his knees. He lubes my cock and strokes me lightly as he continues to fuck me. The light touch is agony — stimulating me but not enough to cause me to ejaculate. “Oh, God,” I moan. “Grant…”

My cock is leaking large amount of pre-cum when Grant suddenly stops the handjob. 

He grips my ankles and brings them together at the center of his chest. He leans over me and picks up the speed of his thrusts. He’s pounding himself into me. Like me, he’s been a quick learner in gay sex and has found how to hit my prostate perfectly. 

The headboard is banging behind me. The bed is squeaking. He’s picking up more speed. My toes are curling and flexing. We’ve maintained eye contact as he pants heavily and l let out wild moans. 

Grant pulls out and lets go of my ankles. He quickly jerks his dick and take aim at my face. I’m soon covered in his thick milk. “Fuck, Grant…” I manage to say. “That was intense.” He smiles. He begins stroking my cock as he licks his cum off my face and then shares it with me in a deep kiss. 

“We aren’t done yet,” Grant announces. He stops stroking my dick and takes it in his mouth. Grant is face-fucking himself on my dick. I arch up and shoot my load … the third of the night … down his throat. 

“Big load for someone who’s been fucking all night,” Grant says.

He unties my hands and allows me to wrestle us so I’m on top of him. I run my hands through his hair and we kiss. “That was a great end to the night, Grant,” I reply.

Grant runs a hand across my face. 

“You’re so incredible to be with, Matt,” Grant says. “I used to be angry a lot … like when I walked in to Taco Casa the first time. My life has been so fucked up and you’re such a rock. I love that you have had that affect on me.”

“Grant! Stop!” I say. “I’m a mess. How can you say that about me? I barely know who I am. If either of us is giving out credit, you have been helping me be more confident.”

We lie there for a while, joking and talking about little stuff. Grant isn’t all football and is actually quite funny. We finally dress, walk to his front door and kiss good night. I promise to see him at practice during the week as I leave, happy not only with the ending of the night but also in the fact that Andrew has been put in his place and that Grant was so understanding about the dating situation.