Moving To The Burbs

Off the Record (Part 6)

Four hundred thirty one dollars and twelve cents was the damage at the home improvement store this time.  Oh, and four maybe five guys that hit on me.  I had stopped in on my way home from work and I was starving.  While I could have filled up on a few loads down my throat, I wanted to get at least some work done on the playroom that night.  Some twenty-something even helped me load stuff in my car and slipped me his number.  I didn't think I was obvious and the store was several blocks from my new neighborhood, but I guess I set off everyone's gaydar.  Or Walter had passed my picture around to make sure that everyone knew I was the new neighborhood cocksucker.  I zapped some leftovers in the microwave, grabbed a beer and started unwrapping the stuff I'd bought. 

My dad would be proud that my tool collection was getting bigger by the day.  Some of it was gross, like the toilet plunger and drain snake, and some more macho things like the heavy mallet, power drill and socket set.  By the time I went to bed, I had the rubber cushioned flooring tiles underneath the sling, the cross mounted to the wall, the pole mounted to the ceiling and floor, and two rings attached to the wall where they used to be.  I positioned the throne against the side wall and put a small rug in front of it.  

BDSM wasn't my thing and my only experience was a few porn flicks I'd seen, so I really wasn't sure the best way to lay out the furniture.  I used the existing holes that Cal had showed me for some of the stuff, but I was sure some of my neighbors would give me more than a few opinions. 

As I'd gotten to know more of the neighborhood, I realized that I'd hit the jackpot as far as gay friendly areas of the city were concerned.  There was no need to be self conscious about being an out gay guy anywhere nearby.  My exercise regimen added a long run around the neighborhood in addition to my workouts at the gym, using the suburban location of the same chain I used to go to in the city.  It was strange to find that it was just as gay friendly and flirty as it's boystown counterpart.  

During my runs, some of the neighborhood kids would run along with me until they got to the end of the block and then run back to their house.  The first few times I kept going, but then I started running back with them and then turning back to continue my run.  It was nice to know that no one saw me as a threat, since I wasn't.  I liked my men about ten years from my own age and that left them more than legal.

One day I had one of the neighbors call me over on my run.  "Got a moment?" George asked.  He met me half way between the house and the sidewalk and looked around to see if anyone else was around.  "I have a favor to ask" he said quietly.  Other than saying 'hi' or waving, we'd never interacted.  Unlike his two neighbors that were part of the basement party group that I'd been getting to know better. 

"Sure, what's up?" I asked.  My tone was just as quiet as his was since I figured he wanted to ask something personal.

"Uh... I think... my son plays on your team... He hasn't said anything and I've tried to let him know it's ok to talk to us about anything but he just keeps his distance.  He's eighteen and has never had a girlfriend that we know of and he just sticks with the few guy friends he's had for years.  I know teenagers can be hard to talk to but I just want him to know we only want him to be happy.  I've heard that it's best to not push it and let him tell us at his own pace, instead of asking him outright.  Do you think you can talk to him?  Maybe if someone outside of the family talks to him, he'll open up.  Whatever your parents did really worked since you seem to have things figured out." George said.

My mind raced and I assumed he knew I was the new gay guy in the neighborhood.  "Well, that's not a behavior that would tell you he's gay.  Some people just take a while to start dating.  But, coming out is scary.  Even if you think people will be accepting, the possibility that the people you love will suddenly push you away can really mess up your mind.  Let him tell you when he wants to and you're right to not force it.  I don't think having him talk to me is a good idea, since that's cornering him into an awkward position" I told him.

George nodded and I could see that he was concerned.  "I just see too many stories about people his age doing rash things because they're either bullied or afraid of losing their friends or family.  I never realized that this neighborhood would be such a good place to raise kids, but since it's really accepting of everyone, it really is" he said.

"Yeah, I was worried when I moved in until I found out the history of my house and then everyone has been so nice.  Looking back, I think they were just trying to make sure I kept the basement parties going" I replied, chuckling.  

George chuckled too.  "You know, looking at the list... they're not just for queer people.  I'm setting up my first one and don't want it to be too intimidating so everyone can have a good time even if they don't use the playroom.  I'll let you know when it is and you and your wife can stop by and socialize, at least.  Going to the party also might help your son see you really are accepting.  Actions speak a lot louder than words" I told him.  Right before I finished, a young guy walked up the driveway towards us.  He had the local grocery store uniform still on and looked worried that his dad and I were talking.  

"Hey Jordan.  This is Kevin, he lives over a block" George said.  Jordan wasn't what I was expecting since he didn't look anything like his dad.  He was short, maybe five foot four and thin.  His head was shaved up the sides with dark brown hair which was long on top and pulled back into a short pony tail.  Jordan's face was shaved smooth with no signs of a five o'clock shadow giving him that baby-face look.  He wore a pair of diamond stud earrings, one in each ear.  There were a set of bangles on his right wrist but that was all I could see as far as decorations to his body.  He was cute and awkward at the same time, just like I was at his age.  I could tell he was trying to find what look his slowly maturing body should have.

I stuck my hand out and said "Hi.  Nice to meet you" to him.  

"Hi.  Uh... what were you talking about?"  Jordan asked.

"Oh, I was just telling him about the party I'm setting up.  I was told I had to keep the tradition of having neighborhood parties at my house after I moved in.  Hopefully I'll get to know the neighbors better and we will all have some fun.  Your parents weren't on the list I was given, so I wanted to let them know to stop by for the next one if they wanted" I said.

He rolled his eyes and I didn't think he believed me or if he knew what the parties were and couldn't see his parents going to one.  "Oh, OK.  I got to get cleaned up.  I got covered in slime when I was cleaning out a fruit bin earlier.  Good to meet you" Jordan said before he walked inside.   

"We'll think about it" George said, to end our discussion about the party.  He looked worried about getting caught talking to me or my comment to Jordan about the party.  I told him "See you around" as I took off to finish my run.

The following Monday, I stopped off at the store to restock the fridge and had a very full basket when I got to the checkout.  I flirted with the cute cashier and then looked down to see Jordan bagging my groceries.  He looked a little different than when I saw him the previous week, but I couldn't figure out why.  "Do you need any help putting these in your car?" Jordan asked.  Normally I'd say 'no' but I thought he might want to talk briefly on the way to my car so I accepted the offer.  

As expected, once we were outside he asked "Was my dad talking to you about me?"

I lied and said "No, why do you ask?"

"I think they know I'm gay, so I thought he might be asking you questions on how to deal with a gay kid" he said.

"Well, if you want to talk to me about being gay or coming out, just let me know.  I've had a lot of experience, most of it good.  I can be as confidential as you want, but it's good to be able to talk to someone who understands your situation" I replied.  He looked relieved and I pulled out my phone to swap numbers.  "Call or text me if you need to talk or you can come over to my house if you want more privacy.  I'll give you as much support as I can and won't say anything to your parents" I told him.

I really didn't expect to hear from him, but I felt good knowing he had it as an option.  I felt bad lying to him though.  After I got home, I unpacked everything before changing into something more comfortable and going into the bedroom that I'd made into an office.  The laptop had a big monitor attached so I could choose mobile or large sized porn to watch.  Once email was taken care of I moved on to a few hookup sites and checked to see if I had any messages there.  Another window had a couple shopping sites up and I'd jump around as my mind wandered.  

The familiar buzz from my phone told me I had a message so I took a look.  Jordan asked "goin home can we talk a min?"  

"ofc  b on bk patio  u kno addr?" I sent back.  I closed the laptop and figured I'd get my porn fix in later.  After refilling my bottle of water, I went to the back yard.  No one seemed to be around, which was probably good for Jordan, but if any of the neighbors showed up we could go inside.  About twenty minutes later he stopped by, looking around to see if we were alone.

"Hey" he said as he continued to look around, nervously.  I knew then that he was worried about anyone seeing us talking so I just led him inside to the living room.  We sat down and I asked him "What's up?"  

"You're the only gay guy I know that's older but not creepy..." he started out.

"Gee thanks.  I can be creepy if you want" I replied with a big grin.  The look on his face told me he may not have understood my humor.  "I'm kidding" I said and he slowly smiled.

"Most of the guys my age that are gay are just as clueless as I am.  I was hoping you could help me out on some stuff" he asked.  

"Yeah, no problem.  Uh... what have you tried, so far?" I asked.  My reply have been a bit more casual than he expected, since he turned bright red and looked down at his feet.  "This is just between us.  I've tried a lot of things, some I liked and some I didn't.  You probably can't freak me out" I told him.  I hoped he hadn't tried some of the varsity league things without a good teacher and it sounded like he hadn't met anyone to teach him even the basics.

He looked up, still embarrassed but then softly said "Just some sucking and jacking off with friends."

"That's cool.  For some guys, that's as far as they want to go.  Have you kissed or felt up another guy?  Butt stuff?  Tried any toys?" I asked calmly. 

He just shook his head 'no' and started to turn red again.  "Jordan, we all start out with no experience.  None.  Zero.  It's nothing to be ashamed of" I said.  

"I know but I feel like a loser for not having done much.  Hell, one guy in my class has already knocked his girlfriend up twice and I'm still a fucking virgin!" he said.  As soon as he finished his sentence and realized what he said out loud, the look of panic came over his face.  

"It's not a race to see who can lose their virginity first.  Take your time.  Give it up when you're ready.  A friend of mine lost his after he graduated college.  It's a lot easier for straight guys to do it since there's no problem for them to find girls.  Gay guys have it a lot harder since there's not as many of us and we're scared of hitting on the wrong guys.  At least you've found other queers for friends or... more.  You're doing good on that front.  Build up your support group first" I said.  A few moments later I asked "Did you suck or get sucked?"   

"Both" he said quietly.  As we talked, he opened up a little more.  There was a long pause before he asked "Can you tell me if I'm any good?"

His question shocked me, but I don't think he noticed.  The only real way to know if he was good at sucking dick was to have him do it and I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far.  He was half my age, which would normally rule him out for me, but the expression on his face told me that if I said "no" it would crush his ego.  It didn't help that I was horny and a moment later I replied "Of course."  My shirt came off as I stood up and a second later Jordan was standing up too.

"Strip, first" I told him.  I wasn't sure why, but he didn't hesitate to pull his work t-shirt off, shuck his shoes and pants.  He wore some blue trunks for underwear and either he was hung or already getting hard.  Jordan looked back at me shyly but moved closer before kneeling in front of me.  When he looked up at me I could see both desire and fear.  I smiled down at him before telling him "Go for it."

Jordan's hands moved up, pulling my basketball shorts down.  There was a slight gasp as he saw my red jockstrap but the pause was brief before he moved in.  A deep breath preceded him gnawing gently on the fabric.  It was a move I didn't expect and wondered if he saw it in porn somewhere.  Half a minute later, his fingers pried open the side of the pouch to free my still hardening cock.  Whimper or moan, I asked myself but it didn't matter since he quickly lifted the shaft up and looked it over.

"Fuck, yeah!" he said a moment before licking over the head.  It turned out he was one of those guys that licks over a dick and balls before taking it in.  He didn't rush it and let his tongue examine all of my dick.  I stood there with my hands behind my back while he lapped at my very stiff cock.  As it usually was when hard, it pointed just a bit upward from ninety degrees.  It gave him good access to the underside and my shaved balls.

A few minutes later, his hand grasped the base of my shaft and leaned in, wrapping his soft lips around the head.  Jordan shuffled a few inches closer and then started to go down.  This time, I knew he was moaning and it felt really good.  At first, he only had about an inch to the stroke as he bobbed on my cock, but it soon got longer.  It wasn't a great blowjob but considering his lack of experience, it was far better than I expected.  

His hand was still wrapped around the base which prevented him from taking all of my dick in.  Taking it all would have had it stuffed into his throat and I didn't think he'd be able deep throat it.  I did want him to go a little deeper so I softly said "pull your hand away, just use your mouth."

Almost instantly, he did as I asked and went down a little further.  Without me saying anything more, he tried to push my cock into his throat.  Not just once, but a handful of times.  "Take a deep breath and relax.  You can do it" I told him quietly.   Once again, he followed my suggestion and my dick squeezed into his throat.  Surprisingly, he didn't have a gag reflex but he did pull off after only a couple seconds.  

That was all I expected him to do, but he took a deeper breath and went down again.  His nose hit my trimmed pubes while he stood there for several seconds this time.  When he pulled off, Jordan looked up at me to see my expression.   "Damn, you're good" I said.  A moment later he was back on my dick, bobbing away with my cockhead bumping into his throat every few strokes.  His hands rose together and soon were holding on to each of my butt cheeks.  It felt good and I wondered if he was going to use his new hand position to rub along my crack or finger my hole.

"Use your tongue, too" I said and once again he did as I said.  Between his lips stroking over most of my dick and his tongue flicking under it or on the side, I was getting closer.  He buried his face in my pubes again, making me moan out along with him.  My body shuddered as I tried to hold back shooting my load down his throat.  After another minute of bobbing on my cock he did it again.

This time, I put my hands on either side of his head and pulled him back.  He must have known I was about to cum but he went down again, flicking his tongue under my dick.  Thankfully he was rooted on my dick for only a couple seconds before he went into a faster bob.  My hands were still on his head, just going along for the ride.  A minute more and my balls pulled up tight.  Jordan gripped my ass tight, made one deep plunge and then pulled back just as my cock began to pulse.  Ropes of cum flooded his mouth as my balls drained.  The orgasm was strong, making my whole body shake while he moaned the entire time except for a few times where I assumed he had to swallow.  

By the time I had recovered, my cock had started to soften and I pulled myself free.  While I might have been a little unsteady on my feet, I reached down and tugged him up by his arms and pushed him back into the chair I had been sitting in earlier.  He was leaned back and I dropped to my knees.  There was a huge smile on my face.  Looking at him I spied the large wet spot on his trunks.  One tug pulled Jordan's underwear down and off.  As I moved in, he spread his legs giving me room to crawl closer.

With one swift move, I pulled back the foreskin and swallowed his hard six inch uncut cock.  I knew he wasn't going to last long but I did my best to return the blowjob he'd just given me.  Only a few minutes later, his hips thrust up as I was going down.  He plowed my face a half dozen times before he came.  The shots filled my mouth and now I was the one gulping down cum to make way for the next wave.

It was then that I realized he had a handful of my hair in his fist, holding me in the right spot to fill my mouth with his cum and not shoot it down my throat.  It was another act that I wondered if he'd learned from watching porn or if it was an instinctive move.  I heard him say "Fuck!" just before he let go.  I chuckled and pulled off, swallowing the last bits of cum in my mouth before I licked over his still hard shaft.  I wanted to see if he still had more cum to feed me, but I didn't want to be too greedy.  

A few more laps from my tongue took care of any remaining seed on his dick which I swallowed quickly.  I looked back at his face and noticed some of my cum hanging from a little patch of fur on his chin.  That's when I realized what was different about him this time.  The little bit of facial hair looked good on him and the cum dripping off made it even better.  Crawling forward a little I leaned in and licked it off his chin and smiled.  "Thanks...  I don't think you need to worry about your blowjob skills...  They're damn good and are only going to get better" I said.

A moment later, I was sitting back on the sofa where he'd been sitting earlier.  It was an awkward silence, but I broke it with "Was that your only question or did you have more?"  I chuckled and looked over to him to see his response.  Jordan had a smile on his face but I could see he was trying to figure out if he should ask more questions or run home.  I'm sure he didn't expect me to recover so quickly, but years of giving a quick blowjob in restrooms and having to act as if nothing happened had trained me like that.  We were also both naked, so that probably helped letting him know that it was ok to continue on.

Several seconds later, he took a deep breath and asked "I dream about getting fucked, does that mean I'm a bottom?"

His hair grabbing move flashed through my mind again and I kind of doubted that a total bottom would make that move.  "Maybe.  The only way to really know is to try both.  Just know that there are a lot more bottoms than tops.  Judging by our bit of oral fun, I think you might like both.  Being versatile can help your odds of finding partners,too."  He nodded with a slight smile still on his face.  "Uh... have you tried using fingers or toys in your butt?" I then asked.  

The expression on his face said "yes" but his words added more info.  "I tried my finger a few times but it came out dirty" he explained but seemed disgusted with himself.

"Ah.  That's one of the things that a bottom needs to learn right away.  Eat right and know how to clean out" I told him.  The look on his face told me I needed to explain more and I spent the next few minutes explaining it to him.  When he understood, he had a more confident look on his face.  

"Thanks. This is the kind of stuff I want to know so I don't get embarrassed when I finally do something.  But... I need to get home before my parents get worried" he said.

"No problem.  There's a lot of things to learn.  Some you can only find out when you try them, but knowing things like how to prep is important.  And since you're already adept at blowjobs, then you've already done something.  It's a skill you'll use the rest of your life" I told him.  "Don't worry so much about being embarrassed.  As I said, it's a learning experience and both you and your partners will have some awkward moments along the way.  Just plow on through and laugh about it later" I added.

As he walked out the door, I said "Let me know when you have more questions."   I didn't realize how many questions he'd have.  Some we took care of via text and others face to face.  While we never got physical during the other times he stopped over, I hoped that he'd realize I didn't mind if we did.