Eddie

So of course we had sex again after practice, and almost of course it still seemed to keep getting better.

But I had spent all practice, even while still leaking his cum, doing my best to plan the next thing that for whatever reason I really hoped might happen. And if I was really determined, and really had at least my plan A and at least plan B ready, I knew I had a fair chance of being fairly hopeful here.

Experience seemed to be on my side, because I really didn’t ask for much, didn’t really want all that much, and really tried to jump in wherever I could.

So all in all it seemed a small thing, but not being all that needy, of course I worried when I felt like I might be.

So after practice, after another tryst, after being filled with still more cum, everywhere Eddie seemed to be able to shoot it, and even after some great kisses, my best of plans got a bit interrupted with me being a bit overly emotional, which would generally have worried me, except that Eddie seemed genuinely concerned. Maybe because he really did know how sore I was? How I’d never say no? Or even something more?

So I apologized for yet more tears, as I plunged into what felt like such a huge step for me: “Can I ask you something, for real, Eddie?”

He genuinely seemed touched. I really almost never asked for anything, and it was almost like the thought that I had a request seemed to almost make him emotional.

He kissed me ever so gently on the lips, quietly slipping his tongue in just a bit: “I’d love you to.”

Damn. I so often held so much back. I’d even refuse invitations until sometimes the other person would get mad at me and make me accept. And it really wasn’t all that much. But there I went: “Damn. You must know I love everything we’re doing. But is there any way I can actually get a real hour or two of your time, just for the two of us? Without anything on an agenda at all?”

Sure. It doesn’t sound like much, especially if you aren’t in the middle of how we interacted. But I really had never bothered asking for anything before.

And somehow the request seemed to hit him even harder than me, almost as if it actually hit him, right there, how little I ever asked for.

“Right now? Any place in particular? Damn. I’ll do anything. Seriously. Happily. Just tell me when. I can call my girl tonight and cancel if you want.”

Fuck. I could not handle being overwhelmed right now. I knew we needed to work on his math that evening. I knew he’d need to see his girl. And I really didn’t want to upset anything. Seriously.

So I breathed deeply: “I’d really like to just spend an hour, maybe even two, just being with you. I’ve thought maybe your place, maybe mine. Maybe even better my dad’s cabin up in the mountains?”

Such an interesting smile broke out on his face. I was still trying so hard to figure out what all these new reactions of his might mean. So many things I had never seen before.

“This weekend? Saturday morning? The mountains would be great, no? We could even leave early in the morning, and stay until noon if you want. Would that work?”

Wow. He actually put it together all by himself. And even offered more than I was asking for?

“Fuck. That almost sounds like a date or something.”

“And. If it were? Would that really be so terrible?” And there he kissed me again, even as his damned cock seemed to be going hard yet again.

“You are worse than an energizer bunny, dude,” as I grabbed his cock, and hit his chest. “I’m not gonna lie,” as I pulled his hardening cock, “I love my new time with this guy.” And I thumped his chest one more time: “But I want some time with this guy, unless that sounds too threatening.”

“Damn. You never stop giving me surprises, do you?”

This time I kissed him. First time I had ever initiated that, all on my own. Just a little one. But we both knew it was a much bigger step than it seemed.

“This Saturday?”

Now he laughed. “Unless you want to cancel stuff and just head up tomorrow.”

I actually rolled my eyes: “Yeah. Like that’s the way I plan things.”

He laughed again: “Fine. Be the control freak that you are. I’ll pick you up just before the sun comes up on Saturday?”

Damn. He was beating me, at my own game. “I’ll meet you at our corner. May sound stupid, but I really would love a bit of time where no one has any idea where either of us are. Let alone that we’re together.”

He smiled deeper. And then laughed. “As long as you can stop walking around like you’re getting fucked hard, we should be good with that.”

I pulled his cock, hard. Hard enough that he halfway gasped. “You’ll pay for that one.”

“How much?”

“You cute fuck. Now you’ll make me restless until Saturday. If you avoid me between now and then I swear I’ll hunt you down, tho.”

And he squoze my ass, and stuck two fingers in it.

Damn. Of course I went down on him, one more time for the day.

As I kept thinking to myself, I might die if I don't see you for that long...