The First Touch

The first touch, just a light lay of a hand on his arm meant to gain his full attention.

The library was a refuge from everything Seth hated about the small town. The redneck boys with their jacked-up trucks with Confederate battle flags flying from the bed, the shitty radio stations with half playing gospel or worse, some preacher droning on and on, usually something grossly misinterpreted, and there was the boredom. The dull grind of one day after the next that gave him nothing with a sense of purpose. He knew he needed to find that purpose, the thing that would give him a sense of his own humanity. At eighteen and still trapped in his senior year, graduation not for another month, it was the library that gave him an outlet. A place he could read, whether it was nonfiction or fiction, a grand story or some futuristic vision of a distant time and place.

Seth sat at the window facing the small landscaped area at the rear of the library. A little paradise hidden from view with a fence around the perimeter of it. Morning glory grew over it in one corner and azaleas grew large along one side leaving only the top visible. Within the area an art installation was in the center surrounded by a circle of pavers. Trees created shade along the perimeter but the art piece, some abstract steel structure, shined brightly in the sunlight. He stared at the bright yellow piece when he needed a break from reading, wondering who did it and where were they from. Certainly not from the town, Seth assumed, thinking it was too modern for anyone local to have done. He could see the little metal sign and knew he could go out and see who had done it. But there was something about not knowing, the mystery of it, letting him decide what kind of person the artist was and where they lived.

Eyes back on the novel, the story quickly unfolding again, Seth let his mind go to the imagery, letting go of reality once again. Sunlight moved across the room, over the table till Seth had to shield the pages. He turned the pages, one after another, letting the story expand, the characters come alive, more so than any other living person in the room.

A shadow came over the table, blocking the warm sunlight. It hovered, silent, waiting on Seth to acknowledge its existence.  Seth looked up and saw a guy standing by the table. There was the scanning of the physical presence, the appraisal of them. About his own height, same lean build, one prevalent among the guys his age. The guy’s hair was long, messy, hanging around his head wildly, sticking out and hanging down over his forehead concealing the eyes. It was jet black in color, a stark contrast to his fair white skin. But it was the clothing that caught Seth’s eye.  Instead of the usual plaid shirt or t-shirt with some image plastered on its front and jeans with a ball cap, the guy had on a dark blue and white stripped pullover, the neck wide, revealing collar bone and long neck, and tan colored pants with pockets and buckles and despite the summer heat, a faded green jacket, one that looked military but not American.

“Hey…I…” the guy stammered, and Seth waited, staring up without replying. “I see you in here all the time and was wondering…” the guy just stopped mid-sentence and sat opposite of Seth. He leaned on elbows with hands clasped together held in front of his mouth staring back for what seemed the longest time. The hands came down and one reached out and touched Seth on the back of his hand. The lightest touch, but it felt like the boy transferred some sort of heat into his skin, a heat that sent shivers along his arm and captured his full attention. No boy had ever touched him in such an intimate way, and he waited, desperate to hear what the guy wanted to say.

“I’m Kiran. What’s your name?”

“Seth.”

“Seth” Kiran repeated, as if repeating the name made it mean more to him. “I’m sorry to interrupt your reading but I was wondering…you want to go grab something to eat later? Maybe get dinner at the diner in town or go out…”

“Huh?” Seth cut Kiran off, surprised at the invite. He’d never had someone he didn’t know approach him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you” Kiran stood to leave.

“Wait. I didn’t mean to imply anything” said Seth, and he watched Kiran smile as he sat back down. “I’d like to go with you, but I can’t today. There’s a family gathering tonight and…”

“It’s okay, I understand, if you have plans, I mean…”

“Tomorrow is Saturday; would you want to grab dinner tomorrow?” asked Seth, cutting off Kiran’s rambling.

“Yeah, that would be good. You coming to the library tomorrow?”

“I usually come around two and stay till closing.”

“I’ll come by about an hour before closing…if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Kiran stood, gave a slight bow toward Seth, then stepped back a few steps from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Seth watched this boy walk toward the front entrance. He tried to think if he had ever met him before. He didn’t live in town, instead out in the rural county to the south, so he didn’t know everyone in town or in any of the communities to the east, north or west. But it troubled him how unknown this boy was to him. He could not remember a time when he had seen Kiran before, and there was something about the way he dressed and how he carried himself, that Seth knew he would have noticed if they had crossed paths before.

The house was quiet, except for the drone of voices coming from the television in the family room. Down the dark hall, the last room on the back side of the house, Seth was laying on his bed. The room was pitch black, nothing visible, and Seth stared up toward the ceiling blind except for what was in his mind. He played his encounter with Kiran over and over, running through the brief conversation, looking for some clue about what led Kiran to speak to him. It didn’t make sense. To just come over and ask him to dinner. The why and what for reasons came to him, one after the next, but none of them seemed logical. He thought of his friend Samuel, the most outgoing of his friends, and how he once walked up to a girl he knew nothing about and asked her out. Just like that and come the next Friday night, Samuel was on a date with her. Seth’s heart rate increased, and he felt that fear that had been developing for some time. Did Kiran think it was a date? Would it look like one to others?  He rolled to his side and curled up in the fetal position, making himself small. He lay awake, staring into the darkness wondering about Kiran’s motives. He tried to make them innocent, but there was that touch. The skin tingled where Kiran’s fingers had touched the back of his hand and he rubbed the spot. Sleep came slowly, and once it did, so did the dreams. Hands reaching out, touching him. Fingers probed his ears, his mouth, even his nose. Then a hand touched his cock, tugging on it roughly. He pushed forward into the hand then froze as a finger touched him between the cheeks of his ass.

Sharing a meal with another, with the act of consuming, the intimacy of it, made him deeply aware of his need for someone else. He wasn’t the lone wolf he pretended to be.

 Seth was at the library by two o’clock. His favorite table was taken, two girls sitting across from each other, books scattered out between them as each one was writing furiously in notebooks. He ambled along the wall, passing tables occupied and empty, till he came to the last one, positioned in the back corner. There was no window to the garden area in back but there was a window high in the side wall where only the sky was visible. He sat facing the bookshelves below it so he could look up from time to time and see the vivid blue sky.

An hour later Seth was still staring out the upper window. A jet was crossing the sky, its contrails splitting it within the frame of the window. He watched it, not comprehending what he was looking at, his mind elsewhere. He had awakened that morning still feeling his old fear but as the day wore on, he questioned the rational behind it. Was it so bad, these desires he had hidden from others for the last five years? All those times he pretended to be like the other boys, and in the end feeling depressed by the lie. As he went about his morning, he grew defiant. At one point he was standing at the island in the kitchen, a confession so close to being vocalized, a reveal to his mother he wasn’t sure she could handle. But to keep lying to everyone, including himself, was suffocating him. He felt like life was passing him by. He hadn’t said it but knew the time was close. He couldn’t keep his secret much longer. He felt it.

But what if Kiran was just being nice, and looking for a friend? What if seeing him in the library was an indication, they might like some of the same things, that a close friendship was possible? The possibility scared him more that the alternative. As much as he feared revealing himself, he feared more losing the opportunity to live his life.  Sitting back, book open to where it was when he first sat down, Seth realized he had to let events unfold as they happened. If Kiran was, or wasn’t gay would be something he would deal with either way. Was he making more of this encounter with Kiran than was there? Was he projecting on it what he hoped for it to be? There was the possibility he was wrong.

But there was the touch.

 “Hey, Seth, sorry I’m early” said Kiran, coming around the table and sitting opposite of him. Seth glanced at his watch seeing it was three thirty and the library would be open for another hour and half.

“It’s okay. I’m not getting much reading done anyway.”

“You want to go walk around downtown?”

Seth thought of the two of them walking together down the sidewalks of the small downtown. Window shopping in stores that didn’t really interest them then browsing inside the ones that might. The consignment shop with its used book selection in back or the store that sold old military items, including jackets and shirts, something Kiran looked like he would enjoy, wearing the same jacket as the day before. Only this time underneath was a white banded collar shirt. Seth imagined them walking side by side, maybe even holding hands, and he felt his face flush hot, knowing he was turning red.

“What?” Kiran asked, unsure about Seth’s response.

“Oh…nothing. Yeah, let’s go walk around. I’m tired of sitting.”

Seth walked to his car and tossed his backpack into the back. Kiran was next to him and together they walked out to the sidewalk and headed toward downtown, two blocks away. Even though the old sidewalk was narrow, in places heaved up by the roots of large trees, they walked side by side. Their hands brushed against each other and the sensation of touch raced up Seth’s arm. For the first block they walked in silence, Seth unsure what to say. As they crossed Escambia Drive, Kiran began to talk, softly, his voice barely above a whisper. But Seth heard every word, clung to each one, desperate for the break in the silence between them.

“I’ve seen you in the library for a while. I started coming last Christmas. Things at home were a little frantic. Mom and dad were fighting all the time and I just knew they were about to divorce. Then granddad moved in and I knew what the fighting had been all about. My grandmother passed last summer, and his health was deteriorating quickly. No one could afford to pay a nurse to be with him all the time, so someone had to take him in. My aunt in Atlanta refused and I found out later my uncle couldn’t do it for his own health was getting bad. I think he’s diabetic. It was…strange to have him in the house, set up in the guest bedroom. Mom and granddad don’t get along. There is some history between father and daughter neither will discuss, but…sorry, I’m rambling on. The thing is, I need to get out of the house. At first, I rode to Greenville or down to Linville, but there is only so much shopping around or going to movies a person can do.”

“So, you started coming to the library?”

“Yep. At first, I browsed magazines, found the art section to look at photography, but eventually, I found some books I wanted to read. Books I was scared to check out, so I read them in the library.”

“What books?”

“I’ll tell you later. But I walk down to the library whenever I need to get away.”

“You live in town?”

“You didn’t know that?”

“No.”

“Where do you live? I assumed you were from Sand Hills to the north or maybe from Choctaw Springs.”

“No, I’m from McCullough, south of town.”

“That is mostly farms. Your dad a farmer?”

“No, he works with the county in soil conservation.”

“What’s your family like?”

“Nothing unusual. Mom teaches at the middle school and like I said dad works at the soil conservation office that is here in town.”

“Brothers or sisters? I have a younger sister, Cynthia. She’s in the ninth grade.”

“I have two older brothers. One’s married and living in Spanish Fort and the other is in college.” 

“You’re the youngest?  I bet you get away with murder. Cynthia gets to do so much more than I did.”

“I don’t know…maybe.”

They walked past the garden shop on the edge of town, following the sidewalk toward Sutton Avenue, the main street in town. They walked along the side of the hardware store till they were at the windows at the front corner displaying garden tools and a garden cart with bags of fertilizer in it.

“I love the inside of this store. The dark wood floors that creak when you walk over them and that tin ceiling. It’s a shame more stores don’t have the old interiors inside them” said Kiran as he looked through the window.

They turned the corner and headed toward the store’s entry, the double doors recessed back from the front. A woman came out carrying a bag of seed for a bird feeder. She crossed in front of the boys and set the bag inside her Tahoe. She glanced at Kiran, smiled, then moved around the SUV to get in.

“Can I ask you something?” asked Seth.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Your name; it’s different. Is it an Indian name or something?”

Kiran laughed. “No, nothing that interesting. It’s an old family name on dad’s side of the family. It’s Irish.”

“Oh.”

“Boring, right?”

“No…no, it’s not boring.”

They made their way into the old hardware store, strolling along the narrow aisles. There were bins for nails and screws, garden tools, door hardware, cabinetry hardware and in back plumbing fixtures. Moving along the aisles they marveled at how every few steps brought something new. The store was packed with product.

Back on the sidewalk, they strolled along side by side.

“You have a girlfriend?” Kiran asked, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead.

“No. You?”

“No” Kiran replied, laughing.

“Let’s go in here” said Seth moving to the door for the consignment shop.

Seth followed Kiran to the Men’s section, where they flipped through some of the jeans, pants, and shirts.

“Most of this stuff is boring” Kiran uttered as he pulled back from the last rack and made his way around to a display of belts, ties, and wallets.

They circled around to the back of the store and looked through the books that filled three shelves. Some were old library books, the spine labels still on them, others were books that even after large discounts were never sold by some chain store. And some were used books, donated to the store for resale.

At the register, Seth laid two books down, handing over a five. Change in hand, he stepped forward and watched Kiran lay three books down. Glancing at his cell phone he saw it was nearly five o’clock. He had skipped lunch and was starving, wondering if Kiran would be ready to head across the street to the diner.

“Seth, it’s early I know, but you want to go to the diner and eat? I didn’t eat much for lunch and…”

“Yes! I’m starving” replied Seth, “let’s go.”

They jaywalked across the street, having to wait for only one pickup truck, someone Kiran recognized. Seth watched the two of them wave at each other as they waited in one lane for it to pass. The diner was getting busy with a family waiting at the front and the booths along the far wall already occupied. Seth and Kiran were led to a table by the window, a small two-top that was barely large enough with all the condiments sitting on it.

The waiter took their order and brought them their drinks. Seth watched Kiran take one drink then another, the Adam’s apple moving up and down. Then there was the wet upper lip, shiny in the harsh light. Below the table Seth moved his foot and brushed it up against Kiran’s foot. He froze, unsure what to do. Kiran’s foot pushed back slightly, and the pressure felt like a surge of feeling up his leg, spine, and to his brain. It roiled up his mind and made his heart rate increase.

“You want to hang out after we eat?” Kiran asked. Seth looked from the activity of the sidewalk and street back to Kiran, their eyes focused on each other. Blue: his eyes are blue. “Yes, why don’t you come to my house. We can play video games or watch television or…”

Seth let his voice trail off, unable to say the things he was thinking. They could lay on his bed. They could touch each other. Maybe kiss.

“That would be great, but I don’t have a car. Can you take me home later?”

“I can do that, or…you could stay the night, you know, crash at my house and I can take you home in the morning.”

Seth felt like he was going to hyperventilate. He had suggested what he was thinking. It was too quick for such a suggestion. And how would Kiran view it, two guys who were seniors, eighteen years old, not twelve, doing a sleep over.

“Really? Won’t your parents say something?”

“Let’s eat first and play it by ear” replied Seth as the waiter approached their table balancing plates with their orders.

They watched each other eat while making casual comments about their food, the other patrons or the diner. Seth felt on display the way Kiran watched him. He sat up straighter, and watched how much he forked each time, careful not to get too much on it. It seemed Kiran was doing the same thing, for he was watching him in turn. The way the fork was brought up to his mouth, how the lips closed on it, then slid the food from it as pulled out. The fork came back into view wet, shiny in the light. Seth imagined slipping his finger into Kiran’s mouth. A suction around it, then pulling it back through Kiran’s lips. His finger would be wet, and he would slip it through his own lips, making it wetter.

“How’s that jambalaya?” asked Kiran.

“Good. And that pasta?”

“Good. The chicken is really spicy.”

Spicy Seth thought. Yes, spicy. He watched Kiran lick his lips, unconscious of how it looked. The way it wet them. Then the tongue disappearing back inside his mouth. He imagined his tongue against Kiran’s. Imagined capturing a spicy flavor, a slow burn that would make him push deeper inside Kiran’s mouth.

Kiran’s eyebrows rose when making a point. One rose higher than the other when questioning something Seth had said. There were holes in each ear but no earrings. His face looked smooth, boyish and Seth wondered if Kiran had to even shave. He had to do it everyday for his own beard came in on his chin and along his jaw.  It was sparse and looked bad to his eyes if he didn’t. Looking at Kiran’s face he wondered if he had any beard coming in. He wanted to reach out and run his hand along the jaw and under the chin. He wanted to feel the skin and see if a slight stubble would rake at his own.

The other patrons disappeared. The room closed in around them. All Seth saw was Kiran. He only heard Kiran’s voice. The small table became intimate instead of too small. Kiran reached out and touched his hand, the second time he had done so. The contact was charged. It sent shivers up his spine. He wanted to flip his hand over and take Kiran’s hand. To intertwine their fingers.

“Seth…Seth…”

“Huh…sorry, what?”

“Do you want desert? If not, let’s pay and get out of here.”

“Mom made a cake yesterday. We can have some of that when we get to my house.”

The short walk back to the library took only a few minutes and Seth was soon behind the wheel. He drove through town, heading south toward his home, with Kiran in the passenger seat. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled around the ranch house and parked by the garage. The garage door was down and the light on under the screen porch that projected out from the back wall. “

“That’s odd” Seth mumbled.

“What’s odd?”

“The garage door is down. My parents must have gone somewhere.”

“Really” Kiran replied, unable to disguise the excitement in his voice.

Seth raised the garage door from the control pad on the wall and saw his dad’s truck and where his mom’s SUV should be empty space. He led Kiran to the back door, through the mudroom and into the kitchen. The house was quiet, the lights out except for a lamp in the family room off the kitchen. A note was propped against the stand of a glass cake plate, the chocolate cake visible through the dome.  Seth picked it up, recognizing his mother’s neat script.

Seth,

We are going to Pensacola for the night. There’s food in the frig if you haven’t eaten. Call if you need us.

Love, Mom

“What does it say” asked Kiran when Seth laid it down on the counter.

“They went to Pensacola for the night.”

Not until they felt an intimacy with the other would they know their own beauty.

 Seth pulled soda from the frig and moved the cake to the island. Sitting side by side, they consumed the thick slices he had cut, washing it down the soda. A sugar rush hit them, and they fidgeted around on the stools, spinning in place, legs bumping. The contact caused them to fall silent and spin around one more time doing it again.

“You want to play a game?” asked Seth as he took their small plates and forks to the sink.

“Sure” replied Kiran as he stood to follow.

Seth led Kiran through the family room and down a dark hall. They went to the last room on the back of the house where Seth pushed the door open wondering how Kiran would respond to his room. Spaceships and a dirigible hung from the ceiling. There were shelves on one wall with fantasy characters, a model of the human eye, Japanese anime spaceships and an antique steam engine model made of metal. A bookshelf sat next to a desk filled with books and on the desk a computer with four large monitors on a pole frame. The bed was unmade, the cover neatly folded back across the foot and on the floor nearby was a beanbag chair and a chest of drawers with more models scattered over its top.

“Holy shit, you have some great models” said Kiran as he walked past Seth and spun around slowly taking it all in.

“Do you build models too?”

“Yeah” Kiran replied in a low voice his eyes falling on the dirigible again. He reached up and touched the bottom of it and it slowly spun from the fishing line holding it aloft.

Seth moved to the bookshelf and pointed at one shelf. Kiran realized the shelf wasn’t books but video games. It was packed with them and he moved closer to see what Seth had in his collections.

“You want to pick the game?” asked Seth.

“Sure” Kiran replied as he stooped down in front of the shelf.

“What models do you have?” Seth asked as he watched Kiran’s finger move along the cases. He looked at the neatly trimmed nail and how the finger looked so long wondering if Kiran played the piano.

“I have some star ships and some Batman models. I’ve got all the cars” said Seth looking up at Seth smiling.  “But I don’t have of the science stuff or anything as cool at that” pointing at the dirigible.

“It’s steam punk. Dad got it in Germany a couple of years ago.”

“Your dad helps you with them?”

“He did when I was a little kid but now, he just gives me any model he finds that seems unique. He got that one when we vacationed in Japan last summer,” pointing at a starship based on an anime storyline.

“I wish my dad would…” said Kiran, letting his voice trail off. He turned back to the shelf and slipped a game out. It was a fantasy theme; one he had played at a cousin’s house last Christmas. “Let’s play this one.”

They played for hours, Kiran in the desk chair and Seth laying across the foot of his bed. Fingers worked frantically over controllers as they tried to gain some advantage over the other. The game occupied them, and for Seth made him let go, even if only a few minutes at a time, his longing for something different.

Seth had the advantage in the game, winning one after the next, for Kiran had only played it a few times. He knew where things were hidden, special artifacts, prizes to increase his score dramatically. They chased each other through a mythical forest, and he captured artifacts so frequently Kiran began to scoff.

“You’re cheating” Kiran exclaimed, giggling at his exaggeration.

“No, I’m not. You just suck” Seth poked back, laughing as he captured another artifact.

“I suck?” Kiran replied, jumping up and piling on top of Seth as he tried to move further away.

Kiran lay on Seth’s back, trying to pin his hands down. Seth squirmed underneath him, trying to get free. They laughed at their antics as Kiran goosed Seth in the side making him howl in laughter revealing how he was ticklish.

Mouth right next to Seth’s ear, “your ticklish” Kiran whispered as he dug his fingers into each side below the rib cage. Seth laughed and twisted underneath Kiran, tossing him against the wall as he flipped onto his back. Kiran jumped on top of him, holding each wrist down over his head.

They were face to face, only a couple of inches between them. They were breathing open mouthed, hot exhales hitting the other’s face.

“Say uncle” said Kiran, but the tone was wrong. He didn’t really care if Seth said it or not. Seth’s lowered his arms and let them rest around Kiran’s waist. He was afraid to move as he stared back at Kiran.

Kiran stared back, then leaned closer and kissed Seth, who froze, eyes wide open, then relaxed to it. He pressed harder against Kiran’s lips as he kissed him back.

Kiran kissed Seth on the chin, moved along the jaw then kissed a spot right next to the ear.

“Is this okay?” Kiran whispered.

Seth tightened his hold on Kiran, found himself pushing upward with his hips increasing his arousal. His cock grew hard and he wanted Kiran to feel it. He worked his hips pressing it against Kiran.

“Yes” Seth uttered then raised up kissing Kiran on the neck. “Yes” he repeated before nipping at the skin then dragging his tongue over it.

They removed their shirts and touched the bare skin of chests. Kiran kissed Seth in the center of his chest, the dragged his lips over to the right nipple where he pressed them over it, giving it a bit of suction.  He nipped at the hardened nipple making Seth arch his back and cry out, begging him to stop. Seth ran his hand down Kiran’s chest, over the undulating stomach and over the front of his jeans, fingers digging into the soft denim searching for the hard cock within. Then he toyed with it, squeezed along its length till Kiran was pushing against the hand. Kiran rested a hand on Seth’s stomach and pushed down, slipping it underneath the loose waistband. He moved down into the confines of the jeans till his fingers felt the rock-hard cock and he moved along its length till his fingers could toy with the head. It made Seth moan and shudder next to him.

“Take your jeans off” said Kiran as he began to undo his own.

They worked their legs free and tossed jeans to the floor. Seth had on boxer briefs and the black fabric was tented with his erection. Kiran had on boxers and when he laid back his cock was sticking out of the fly.

“Touch me, Seth. Please” asked Kiran as he lay next to Seth, their eyes on the other’s erection.

Hand shaking, Seth reached over and wrapped his fingers around Kiran. The cock filled his hand and he moved up and down its length feeling the hard shaft slide through his fingers. He looked at the flared head and felt its spongy form within his grasp. A vein snaked down the shaft which curved slightly. Seth took in every detail. Then he moaned when Kiran’s fingers touched his cock.

Seth stroked Kiran as he watched him toy with his cock. Fingers manipulating it through the black fabric then moved up to the waistband and slipped underneath. He held his breath as he felt them move down his abdomen, rake through his pubic hair then wrap around his cock. He leaned over, head nestling in the crook of Kiran’s neck and shoulder as hands touched bare cock, manipulating them till they grew larger, harder, and wet.

Kiran let Seth go and his cock slipped from Seth’s hand. He moved down between Seth’s legs and buried his face in the boxer briefs, hot exhales penetrating to the skin beneath. Seth watched, eyes begging Kiran to go further. Fingers took the waistband and he raised his ass letting Kiran strip him naked. His cock slapped against his abdomen as the black fabric dragged down his legs where Kiran worked each foot free. Then he watched Kiran hold his cock up with its head wet, a clear drop trickling down the head and along the shaft. Kiran moved to it, dragged his tongue up the shaft and over the head.

“OH…fuck” Seth exclaimed, balling his fists up as he watched Kiran put lips to the head and let it slip through them.

Kiran’s head moved up and down with black hair hanging down tickling Seth’s abdomen as the wet mouth made him more aroused. Seth closed his eyes and threw his head back lost to the sensation of Kiran’s mouth on his cock.  A hand tugged on his balls as the mouth kept moving up and down. He spread his legs opening himself to Kiran’s manipulations. He cried out when a finger penetrated him and he shuddered when Kiran held his cock and worked just the head, tongue swirling around it then licking at the slit.

Then Kiran let him go and the bed rocked with movement. Kiran straddled him and moved up his body. He opened his eyes and saw he was naked, cock sticking straight out.

“Suck me…suck me, Seth” said Kiran as he moved over his chest and rubbed leaking cock across his lips.

Seth opened to Kiran and let the cock push into his mouth. He felt it slid over his tongue and push to the back of his throat nearly choking him. He placed hands on Kiran’s legs and rubbed upward till he held each ass cheek, guiding Kiran’s pace, the push of cock into his mouth and the slow drag back out. Knees up, legs spread, he felt his nakedness, especially with Kiran sitting naked on his chest. A hand took his erection as hips work cock through his lips. As every inch of cock moved through his lips, fingers toyed with his cock. They moved down over the head and stroked the shaft causing him to push up and moan around Kiran’s cock.

The fingers on Seth’s cock became wet, slick, rubbing the head and down the shaft. The sensation was too much, and he wanted to beg Kiran to stop, to please stop touching him. Then the cock pulled from his mouth and he heaved for breath as Kiran moved back down his torso and over his cock. He watched the body move down then he felt the push down on his cock.

Seth watched his cock disappear inside Kiran, wondering if it was real. This intimacy with another, the way they made each other so aroused. It couldn’t be real. It had been his fantasies for so long he didn’t think it possible to ever be real. But he felt it, the tightness slid down his cock then the soft warmth that enveloped it. He watched the naked body hovering over him. Kiran. It was Kiran. And Kiran was hard, cock leaking, as he moved up and down.

Seth couldn’t take much more. The slap of Kiran’s wet cock on his stomach, the way his cock slipped through the tight ring of Kiran’s opening, the pace of it getting faster and faster. He tried to lay passive and let Kiran use him, sit on his cock and fuck his ass on it. But he didn’t want to be passive. He wanted to feel his own exertion. He wanted to feel his muscles ache and his body grow hot with their fuck.

Raising up, Seth hugged Kiran, kissing him on the neck, the side of the face then the mouth. He felt the body slow, settling down on his cock, and he hugged it tightly and rolled over. He shifted down between the spread legs, feeling them wrap around his waist. He took Kiran by the wrists and held him down, bringing the prone body into his control. He rotated his hips dragging cock outward, lifted till the head slipped out. Then he drove forward, slammed back through the tight opening and began to fuck. To push into the deepest recesses of Kiran’s body. Kiran cried out, then pleaded with him to fuck harder. His muscles tightened as he used them harder than he had in a long time. He moved with force, hips rising and falling as he piston cock inside of him.

“OH…Seth…fuck me, fuck me harder” Kiran’s voice cut through the fog of his mind. He heard the pleading and fucked harder, the bed protesting beneath them. It squeaked in rhythm to his movement, then banged against the wall. The sounds of the bed against the wall and those escaping from Kiran blended, fell into sync, driving him to keep going.

Seth felt the spatter of cum against his stomach and chest. He felt the spasm of Kiran’s hole around his cock. And the cries of ecstasy as Kiran came, shuddering beneath him with release. He also felt the heat of his own body, feverish, burning up, sweat pouring down his face and chest. He felt Kiran’s hands glide slicky up his back.

Then he felt his cock swell thicker, longer, and flex with release, as he jammed inward with every ejaculation.

Kiran collapsed next to Seth, both heaving for breath. When Kiran turned toward the wall Seth moved up behind him, spooning their bodies together. Legs intertwined. Fingers too. Seth’s soft exhales fell over Kiran’s neck. Their breathing slowed, then fatigue of their bodies overwhelmed them. Eyes closed as soft whispers passed between them. Their conscious slipped, tumbled down into darkness where the dreams lay. And they dreamed. Of the other, hands touching, faces up close then cocks hard and wanting.

The sun slipping through the blinds changed angle, then disappeared. The blinds grew dark and the room’s only illumination came from the monitors. Slowly, one by one, they went dark.

Practice makes perfect. But it was already perfect.

Seth stirred awake sometime during the night. The Room was dark, and he was facing toward the room with Kiran spooned up to his back. He snuggled back against him, savoring the feel against his back. The smooth press of skin against skin and the trapped heat from it. Kiran shifted, pushed against his ass and he felt the beginnings of an erection nestled between his ass cheeks. He reached back putting his hand on Kiran’s thigh and rubbed it till Kiran stirred. He slipped it between them and fondled Kiran to full erection.

“What are you doing” Kiran whispered into the back of his neck.

“Making you horny” Seth whispered back.

“Mission accomplished” Kiran replied as he kissed Seth’s neck and hugged their bodies together tightly.

“Kiran?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me. Fuck me.”

Seth rolled to his stomach and Kiran moved over him. Straddling Seth’s thighs, Kiran spread his cheeks and ran fingers along the crevice. He rubbed the tight rosebud and Seth pushed up against it, moaning into the pillar. When he penetrated the tight opening, Seth pushed against his finger till it was fully inside him. Kiran worked the tight opening till it loosened around his fingers. Then he shifted forward and pressed his leaking cock to it.

“Do it…please…” Seth uttered as he pushed against Kiran’s cock.

Kiran bore down, put his weight behind it, and penetrated Seth, stretching him open. He felt the body beneath him shudder with its first penetration and he held still letting Seth adjust to it.

It seemed to take forever. But it happened too quickly too. Seth clutched at the bed, pushed up when Kiran was shoving inward. Their pace grew in intensity. The bed rocked, squeaked in its frame, then banged against the wall in rhythm to their fuck. Kiran eased down on Seth, wrapping an arm around his neck. Held in a tight embrace, he fucked Seth with hips undulating slower, gentler, grinding cock in Seth’s depth.

Kiran worked his cock inside of Seth till he was pumping hips steadily. Arousal increased, his cock swelled up thicker, so sensitive he could barely control himself. Pushing inward all the way he clung to Seth, pulling his head up to kiss along its side. He moaned, then cried out, as his cock emptied his load.

Rolling over on his back, Kiran suddenly felt out of breath, almost gasping for breath as he inhaled deeply filling his lungs with air. Seth rolled over next to him and he ran a hand down the flat stomach and over the wet hard cock.

“Did you come?” asked Kiran in a soft whisper.

“No…not yet” Seth replied as he pushed Kiran’s hand away and took his cock in hand.

“Let me” exclaimed Kiran as he moved down between Seth’s legs, pushed the hand away and slipped his mouth over the wet head.  Seth bucked upward, moaning at the feel of lips sliding down his cock. He was so aroused, his cock so hard he didn’t think he could take it. Hands held his hips down as Kiran’s mouth moved on his cock. Up then down, lips dragged along the rock-hard shaft and tongue swirled around the head. Kiran had his mouth over the head, tongue boring into the slit when Seth bucked upward hard and cum quickly filled Kiran’s mouth.

Kiran jacked the shaft for every wad as Seth bucked with every ejaculation till spent and exhausted. Kiran moved up next to Seth and spooned up to his back with arms around his chest. They settled into a stillness only fatigue could create and with eyes closed, drifted back to sleep.

Seth’s parents pulled around their house and into the garage. They removed their suitcases from the back, closed the tailgate and entered the house through the mudroom. In the kitchen they saw two glasses, two small plates and two bowls in the sink and a boiler on the stove. They looked at each other, curious if this was from two meals by Seth or if he had someone over. They heard a noise from the bedroom end of the house and left their suitcases standing up in the kitchen as they went to investigate. The hall was dark, all the doors pulled to, but the noise was louder and obviously coming from Seth’s room. They moved to his door and pushed it open.

Seth and another boy sat at the desk playing a video game, the two so intent on it they didn’t hear the door swing open.

“Seth?” his mom asked, with his dad standing behind her.

“Mom? Dad? You’re back” Seth replied.

Kiran spun around and faced them, the friendliest of smiles greeting them. He stood up and extended a hand toward them.

“Hello; I’m Kiran.”

“Kiran? You’re new.”

“Yes mam. We met at the library. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Oh, yes, it’s fine. You boys get back to your game” Seth’s mom replied as the two of them backed from the door. “How long will you be staying?”

“Oh, I can leave whenever you need me to” Kiran replied.

“Oh, I don’t mean it that way. Stay as long as you want. Seth, would you boys like to go get pizza for lunch?”

“That would be great” Seth replied.

For a moment Seth looked like their little boy, all cheerful and innocent.

“We’ll call you boys when we’re ready to go.”

 Back in the kitchen, one leaning against the island and the other sitting slowly down on the opposite side.

“What do you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“But we’re not sure, and what if he is. Shouldn’t we want him to be happy?”

“Yes, of course, but he’s so young and…”

“He’s eighteen. How old were we when we…”

“I know. I just hope he’s happy.”

“You think Kiran was here last night?”

“Did you see Seth’s bed?”

“So, what do we do? I don’t know if he is gay and if so, I don’t know if he would tell us. He’s so shy and keeps everything inside.”

“I still think we have to trust him. Let him come to us. I mean, what if we’re wrong?”

“You’re not wrong” said Seth standing at the doorway to the hall, Kiran at his back.