The First Time I Saw His Face

My suitcase, filled with the things I needed for a six-day trip, stood at the ready.  I finished reviewing my paper one more time before submitting it.  With a click of a button, I was free until I returned from Thanksgiving break.  According to the time on my computer, I still had an hour before I had to meet Nathalie for our trip to the train station.  This would be my first Thanksgiving since leaving home after high school graduation, and, to be honest, I was nervous about the whole thing.

Nathalie had been my friend since my freshman year. We shared many classes together, and she had tried to convince me to accompany her every Thanksgiving and Christmas. She told me she didn't want me to spend such holidays alone. But I was used to spending them alone. Even when I was back home with my parents, I spent the holidays alone. They were always drinking too much to be present. I had always refused Nathalie's invitations; however, when she set up her room at the beginning of the semester, she placed a picture of her brother on her desk. He had piercing black eyes, great hair, and a pleasant smile. I liked him immediately, but I didn't say anything to Nathalie about how attractive I found her brother. I thought she caught me once staring at his photograph, but she never said anything.

I had been going over what I would say to Timothy Greene when I met him. My brain was acting as though I were a teenager. I was surprised I wasn't writing his name in my notebooks. The silliest thing I had done was to try to take a picture of his photo with my phone without getting caught. I never got the picture. Nathalie would have given it to me if she had known, but I just couldn't tell her.

My phone beeped. I'd lost track of time. Nathalie was pulling up to the dorms; I grabbed my bag and met her by the front door. She had an Uber take us to the station. She had been this way many times, so I just took in the sights.

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The walk to the house from the train station was not a short one. I pulled my luggage behind me for about forty minutes. I can say that I was surprised that no one met us at the station since it was cold, snowy, and dark. Tired from staying up late to work on that paper and having pulled a full-sized suitcase behind me in the freezing cold, I was ready for a hot shower and some sleep. I wasn't in the best shape to meet Tim, and fortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. Nathalie's parents, Frank and Evelyn, were still out at an aunt's house. Nathalie showed me to the guest room. It had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, but she told me the house rule was to knock first. I said good-night took full advantage of the shower.

I put fresh underwear on the bed and clean sweatpants and a t-shirt on a chair near the window in case I needed to leave the room during the night. I stood under the hot water of the shower and allowed the pulsating stream to relax the muscles of my tired shoulders. I had just put some shampoo in my hand when I noticed a figure leaning against the cabinets opposite the tub. I cleared the water from my eyes and saw that Timothy was looking at me.

"I brought you some chicken tenders," he said quite calmly. "I was hoping to join you, but it seems that you got started without me. I'm Tim. My sister told me that you were coming to spend Thanksgiving with us." As he said this, he removed his clothing. "She sent me a picture of you, Austin, and I must admit that I fell in love with you immediately."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had the same reaction to seeing my picture that I had when seeing his. But he was so attractive and sexy, and I was so ordinary. He was so, naked. He stood naked in front of me. His chest and abs put Superman to shame. He was so smooth that I knew he manscaped, but I didn't care. Tim got in the shower with me. My dick was already rock hard. He sported an erection that curved just slightly upwards.

My first thought was that I would never be able to resist him. I had a strict rule about sex. I was absolutely against it on a first date. If the man warranted a second date, then I'd be willing to touch his dick and let him touch mine. A third date might get a blowjob, but I was not under any circumstance going to consider anal sex until the fifth date and only if I were madly in love. Those were my rule, and they had served me well. Well, they had served to mean that at twenty-one years of age, I had kissed two men and neither given nor received a blowjob.

Now I stood under the hot water of a shower with a naked man I had just met. His eyes were just as dark and piercing as those in his photograph. He drew nearer and nearer to me until our lips touched. His mouth opened, and his tongue danced across my lips and plunged into my mouth with such passion that I did not want it to stop. His hands explored my chest, my back, and massaged my ass cheeks so well, that I was convinced he was a licensed therapist.

My hands weren't idle, and I admit that they spent exploring his ass crack and hole. At Tim's suggestion, we lathered and cleaned ourselves before finally drying off. He insisted we have a small bite to eat before crawling into the luxurious guest bed that would be mine for the next few days. I was on top of him and between his legs as my mouth explored his neck and nipples. I kept returning to his neck, for it made him moan in a way that gave me butterflies inside.

With my lips moving down to his abs, my tongue ran across the ridges of his muscular abs. Then, for the first time, my lips encircled the head of a penis, and I tasted the sweetness of a man's precum. My mouth slid up and down his shaft, and the act excited me and elicited more moans from him. Before long, he stopped me, flipped me onto my back and kissed me all over my chest and stomach. I was surprised at how much better his mouth felt on my dick than my hands ever could. I could tell I was getting close, and I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him.

Tim pulled his head up. His eyes asked permission to join me physically, and I gave him that permission. He rolled me onto my stomach and after kissing my ass cheeks, he began to circle my hole with his tongue. I fought the urge to dump my load in the bed as he brought me to new heights of pleasure, I felt his finger gently probing the entrance. He moved up onto me and kissed my neck. I felt the pressure of the head of his dick pushing against me. I pushed back slightly, and he popped inside me.

His hips pumped slowly, and he pushed a little more deeply into me with each cycle. I spread my legs and reached back with my hands. Pulling my cheeks farther apart allowed him completely inside. I got lightheaded and heard myself moaning for more. I tilted my hips up and back and he contracted his abs and drove himself in. I sensed a tenseness overtake him and he slammed his pelvis against me. Increased pressure in my belly told me he had deposited his seed within me, and he stopped thrusting. With his body on mine, we lay there; I could still sense him within me.

"From the moment I saw your picture, I couldn't get you out of my mind," I told him.

"My sister sent me your picture and asked me what I thought. When I told her, she said you felt the same way."

"But how did she know? I never said anything to her."

Tim chuckled. "I don't think you were as discrete as you thought you were." He rolled us over. "I want to watch your eyes as you make love to me, and I want you to see my face."

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Last Thanksgiving was our 40th year together.