Voyeur

 My New Life at Home and A Beautiful Yet Painful Memory

Journal Entry: Man my life is changing! The Pizza Boys are growing in number! And all these incredible experiences are helping to remember not only my early struggles with my sexual feelings but a long suppressed and painful memory from my teenage years! Although it still fills me with regret and remorse, it also has provided me an opportunity to embrace it and to take steps to repair some damage I did!

By mid-June, we had settled into a nice, and for me, exciting new pattern of life. We ran every morning at 6:30 a.m without fail. Brian and Chris had their internships all day on Monday and Wednesday and half day on Friday. They got off at 4:00.

On those days they swung by and picked me up at 4:30. Wednesday night became our “super-workout night” (which simply meant that we got to enjoy Josh's company and not too infrequently a surprise friend Josh would bring along).

Because we advertised Wednesday as “super-workout night”, Beth used that time to visit with her many work and social friends. This allowed us to take full advantage of our “super-work out” session and not worry about getting home. Beth ate out and I ate with the boys after our “session” which often involved “eating” as well.

Tuesday and Thursday were class days for both of them in the afternoon. This meant they were free sometimes after our run - - which almost always meant they had sex and unfailingly asked me to watch.

Sometimes their classes were canceled and this often was an excuse for Pizza! I don't know what kind of operation they were running at the Pizza Shop but both Bernardo and Darius were always free to come over and have fun when the guys called. They, too, occasionally brought a “friend”. I especially enjoyed it when they were able to bring Jin Soo, a hot, wiry Korean-Chinese-American guy who just turned me on in a way I couldn't quite explain.

He was shorter than the rest of us but built like a fucking min-tank! Not a single ounce of fat on that young man! He looked to be 22-23 years old. His skin was tight and flawless all over his body. His hair was jet black and resided almost entirely on his head, pubes, and underarms. He had an absolute killer smile and dark mesmerizing eyes.

He always knew exactly where to be with the other four (five, including me!) to absolutely make the sex work amazingly. I loved to watch him always hang back and see how things were developing before making his move. It was like sex was an elaborate and thrilling game of chess or Go. And you could tell that he just loved sex and loved the guys. As summer wore on, Jin became a more frequent addition.

One more thing about Jin. Like Bernardo, he seemed to have a thing for me and made sure I was always included in any scenario that unfolded. I loved him for that, as I did Bernardo.

The boys, Brian and Chris, were always incredibly solicitous of me and my needs. But I was their “project”

These guys wanted me involved because somehow I turned them on!

Over time I realized that the same was true of all the guys, including and perhaps especially Brian and Chris. They all wanted me to be there. I was not just a tag along. Go figure! I certainly couldn't.

As summer passed slowly by, I noticed that I was losing weight and gaining some definition. This was thrilling to me. Slowly, I began to feel a tiny bit more worthy of all the sexual attention I had received.

I felt so much better too. No longer out of breath after short distances, I often was able to stay jogging throughout our morning run. The boys still had to circle back and pick me back up but by mid-July, I was able to at least jog the entire way. We often did little wind sprints during the run and I was getting better at these as well. My workouts were improving too. Josh was an excellent trainer – among other things.

The other thing that happened, incredibly, was that my sex life with Beth improved amazingly! Even though I had always lodged this feeling deep within me that I was gay, even back as far as seventh grade, I also seemed to like girls. And I loved Beth, very deeply.

Back then, it was a binary world. Straight- - good! Gay- - bad! So the minute I realized that I was attracted to guys, I had a secret.

And that secret must be protected at all costs! Throughout junior high and high school I spent all my time trying to avoid situations where I might be exposed. I was athletic and loved sports, participating in several throughout junior and high school. But the locker rooms were always a torture for me.

All the male horseplay and wrestling. All the teasing about “your mamma,” cocks, and cock-size, asses, fags, pussies...etc. It was exhausting. Somehow I managed to make it through high school without a serious incident.

I dated girls, went to all the dances, hung out with guys and girls at various designated hangouts, flirted, talked trash with the guys about girls and actually finally slept with a girl in my senior year. Despite my nervousness about performance, it went about as well as teenage sex usually does.

I actually enjoyed the sex quite a bit despite being terrified. Cate was her name.

We became an “item” for several weeks, had sex several more time, which got better each time, but finally broke up over her constant flirting with the quarterback.

She said that I was crazy, jealous and paranoid but a week later she was wearing his jacket! Ah, high school. How do any of us survive it?

My well hidden “other” side finally reared its lust-filled head. Shortly after I broke up with Cate, I started noticing that one of the designated “fags” in the school, Jimmy, kept looking at me. I couldn't help it; I began to look back. Furtively, as nonchalantly as I possibly could, but several times making eye contact with him.

He was quite attractive. Not at all “sissy-acting” (back then, not acting like a “sissy” was part of survival, but today I relish a bit of fem in every guy I have been meeting! And I routinely watch hot guys in dresses, trannies, you name it, on porn and SL! I secretly hope Brian and Chris have a few friends like that!).

But back then, I wondered how Jimmy had not managed to hide himself as I had. It was only later that I realized that he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be himself. What a novel concept!

He stood about 5' 10” and had a very athletic body. White, freckled, sun-burnished skin; dark red hair and shockingly blue eyes. We were both well aware of what was happening between us but neither attempted to approach or to speak.

Finally one Friday morning, as if biding his time, he approached me at the lockers just before the bell was about to ring for the next class. I was running late for class and was completely caught off guard as he suddenly was standing next to me.

His locker was not all that far from mine so it was not that odd for him to be there. But it really was not a worry because no one else was around. But I was worried. I looked up in a panic. He met my eyes and held them there. He smiled softly and handed me a slip of paper. He was gone just as suddenly as he arrived.

453 Elm Avenue. 3:00 p.m. was all it said.

My whole body convulsed with thrill followed immediately by panic.

What the hell was I going to do?? Deep down, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to be there at 3:00. 

And I was.

I remember every second of what transpired as if it was yesterday. Seared into my brain. Forever. 

453 Elm Avenue.  The house was a modern design with lots of glass and was quite big. I found out later that his Mom was an attorney at a well known firm (certainly not very common in 1980).

I was standing on the doorstep on a Friday afternoon. I hesitated and then knocked on the door. It opened and there Jimmy stood; shirtless, in low-hanging sweatpants, and hot as hell!

I gulped and immediately got hard just looking at him.

He smiled genuinely and said, “I wasn't sure if you were gonna show!”

His voice was deeper than I expected and so masculine and sexy.

I looked him over. God, he was hot. I noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear and that his cock was pushing against his sweats provocatively, seeming to swell as we looked each other over. A light dusting of auburn hair trailing from his abs into his sweatpants as if pointing to his throbbingly hard cock.

“Don't worry, my Mom  is visiting her sister in Raleigh and won't be back till Sunday night and my Dad left us years ago. I talked my Mom into letting me stay home. It's just us,” he said in a husky, lust-filled voice as he eyed me up and down.

I had called from the school and told my folks that I was going to be working  on a project with a friend that was due on Monday. 

With this additional piece of news about his Mom being gone for the entire weekend, my mind was reeling. I was free to do whatever Jimmy had in mind for the entire weekend and my heart beat against my chest like a drum as I wondered what came next.

What came next, came very quickly. Jimmy pulled me inside and as soon as he shut the door he pushed me up against the wall. He came up close to me, his chest pushing against mine and his lips within inches of mine.

I could feel both of our hard cocks against our bodies. He paused and relaxed, and asked gently. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” I heard myself say no, I wouldn't mind at all.

Jimmy moved forward slightly and our lips touched. A jolt shot through my body as his tongue pressed to enter my mouth and I willingly invited it in.

My first fucking kiss with a guy! God, this is unbelievable, I said to myself in a complete reverie.

The electric feeling I had experienced seconds ago continued as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Suddenly I seemed to be having trouble breathing. I pushed him away and gasped for air.

He smiled widely and said, “First time, eh?” I just nodded but then went back to his lips for more. We kissed for several minutes as his hands began to explore my body. Before I knew it, he had unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off my now quivering body! As soon as he started this exploration I wanted desperately to follow suite and only a few seconds later I decided “what the fuck” and was letting my hands roam too.

The electric feeling throughout my body persisted. Suddenly my lips broke away from his and I began traveling down- touching him, kissing and licking, breathing him in as I went; first to his neck, then to his shoulders, then to his upper chest and finally to his nipples. 

He paused for a second and then raised his arms up above his head.

“Want to try these?” he said with a wicked grin, looking at one of his nicely auburn-tufted pits.

They looked incredibly yummy to me at that moment and I pressed in to his right armpit and took a deep breath and then began to use my lips, tongue and teeth to make love to it. After a while, Jimmy brought both his right arm and left arm on the back of my head and pushed me into my work - - as I continued to soak his pit and literally rub and bury my whole face in his armpit.

After a long while, I moved to his left armpit and repeated the entire process.  Once again he eventually brought both hands to the back of my head and pressed me to him.  

This was the most sexually exciting thing I had ever done to this point in my life.  Little did I know what awaited me!

Finally, I returned to his nipples; this time I was on fire and must have conveyed my excitement to Jimmy as he moaned loudly and ran his hands through my hair.

Both of Jimmy's hands remained on my head as he supervised my exploration. At one point he tilted my head up and looked directly into my eyes.

“Feel free to explore as much of me as you want to,” he said with a knowing smile.

I took him at his word. I traveled down further, my hands, mouth and tongue busily exploring his torso. Bending over at first, eventually, I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and found myself grabbing on either side of his sweatpants.

My mouth was playing with the hairs just above his sweats. I tugged on his sweatpants and brought them down just slightly so that I could begin mouthing more of his treasure trail (I didn't know it by that name then but loved it nonetheless) and the upper reacreaches of his pubes.

My hands moved to even more enticing places. One of my hands found his massive tool and the other reached around to hold his buttocks into me. I began munching on his cock through his sweatpants while kneading his hot, muscled yet adorable ass.

At some point, Jimmy couldn't stand this anymore and he reached down and pulled his pants down to his ankles, releasing his beautiful 8-inch cut cock surrounded by a glorious bush of auburn hair.

I surveyed my target and gingerly licked here and there; his cockhead, his shaft, his balls. Just quick little darting licks. Jimmy roared.

“Fuck Man! Such a fucking tease... I fucking LOVE it! ” he half-shouted.

With this broad permission, I continued with the same ploy. I dropped down lower and applied my darting tongue technique to the inner sides of his thigh, again on his balls, dropping even lower and spreading him just a bit, I darted into the area just behind his balls and before his hole.

He widened his stance. I ordered him to turn around and he did. My tongue flicked more in the area between his balls and his pink hole which I could see thanks to Jimmy spreading his cheeks for me.

All of this was new! I was completely winging it. But from the sounds Jimmy was making, I thought I was doing ok. I looked at his puckering hole. Honestly, I had intended to suck him off. But the urge to put my tongue on his hole was too much.

Abandoning my 'darting tongue” technique, I went at it full force. Licking it full-tongued over and over and over again. Jimmy began making a high pitched noise. 

Somehow I managed to fish my cock out of my pants and was stroking it while I continued to lick, suck, munch and bury my face into his ass! I was still mostly clothed while Jimmy was nearly naked! 

Between hearing him and doing what I was doing, I was in heaven.

“Ooooooh FUCK David! Don't stop!!”

I didn't.

Finally, and surprisingly, he asked me to fuck him!

I was fully expecting to be the “bottom bitch” ( a term I had learned from my porn stories in a couple of gay magazines I had purchased surreptitiously and guarded and protected like the crown jewels.)

What the hell, I said to myself. My cock was hard as a rock and I stood and dropped my pants and moved up behind him allowing my cock to find his crack.

I grabbed him and pulled him into my body and we kind-of rocked together; my cock rubbing him in what I think must have been the right places, for several minutes while I sent my hands all over his body. We spent what seemed like forever just watching ourselves in the mirror on the wall in front of us. My hands continued on their sacred mission all over his taut, muscled body as he pushed back against me, his face with a beatific expression on it.

God, this was insanely hot!!

Occasionally he turned to the side and kissed me deeply. The feel and smell of his hot beautiful body were intoxicating to me. I didn't want it EVER to stop. I pulled him close to me and put my nose against his warm body and inhaled deeply, taking in his unbelievable male scent- a scent I can remember to this day! I inhaled several more times feeling drunk with his sexy odor in my lungs- clean but musky and oh so arousing!

His breath catching, Jimmy whispered that there was lube in the foyer table drawer. Talk about planning ahead! I grabbed the lube and lubed up my cock and he instructed me to put some on his hole.

Honestly, the safety of our actions simply didn’t occur to me (nor Jimmy apparently) and we spent the entire weekend condomless.  Yikes! 

He bent over and leaned against the foyer table and spread his legs wide, looking back at me in an inviting way as I began lubing him. I did so with great relish; once again teasing him.

“Is this where it goes, Jimmy? ” I leaned over and whispered into his ear, teasing him once more, and I lathered his hole, this time darting my finger in and out a bit. “I'm not sure if this is the right place, Jimmy. Is it?”

“YOU FUCKING TEASE!” he said with a wide smile, “Just FUCK MY ASS!”

I stood behind him and kicked my pants the rest of the way off my feet forcefully, kicked my shoes off, going full-stud-horse on him, and now, totally and freeingly naked, I began pushing into him. My cock slipped in slowly but surely. Jimmy gasped with a combination of pain and pleasure. However, shorty pleasure won the day!

As I looked down, I noticed how clean my cock was as I came in and out of him.  Vaguely, I remember reading something about preparing.  I momentarily panicked and then decided seconds later that it would work out with Jimmy’s guidance. It most certainly did. 

Soon, I lost myself as I pumped my cock into Jimmy's sweet hole. Jimmy made such incredible noises of appreciation. I reached down and lifted him up, bringing him upright so that we were both standing as I continued to fuck him. We looked into the foyer wall mirror, both turned on even more by what we saw.

I held on to him, my arms wrapped around his body and my hands resting on his chest. I leaned into him and brought him back into me simultaneously, whispering sexy things into his ear and kissing his neck as I fucked him rhythmically, finally, he leaned forward and his hands supported himself on the wall mirror.

My God, he looked beautiful! His strong arms pressed against the wall, his muscled shoulders and back tense with activity; muscles shifting underneath his skin as he pushed back to meet my thrust. Finally, when I pulled him into me again, now standing as I fucked him, we looked once more into the mirror, admiring our hot selves.  

I pushed him down again with both hands, his hands once again on the mirrored wall, and fucked him harder!  Jimmy looked up into the mirror. My hands were behind my head as I fucked.  We were both overwhelmed by the scene and it drove us into an even greater frenzy. 

Jimmy continued to make random noises and sexual utterances and words and would occasionally meet me halfway to plant a huge wet kiss on my mouth- - full of tongue and spit!

My hands lowered to his waist as I continued to pump into him and finally one hand lowered to reach his throbbing hard cock.  He rose up against me once again. I began to stroke his rock-hard cock in rhythm with my fucking motion.

“Yes!” was all he could say, breathing hard, “Yes!” “Oh, YES!”

Suddenly we both BOTH exploded. Our bodies moved as one, with the same mission to maximize our climax! At this point, we were both covered with a nice sheen of sweat and we both looked up into the foyer mirror, watching ourselves as we continued to enjoy the last seconds of our massive cum dump!

“Man!” he said. “THAT was the best fuck I have ever had!”

“Bet you say that to all the guys,” I said with a smirk.

“No shit, David. THAT was the best fuck I have EVER had! I'm not saying that to make you feel good, although I sure hope you do-- even half as much as I do! And by the way, I haven't had all that much experience either.... but enough to know that THAT was incredible!”

My ego was certainly tweaked big time by Jimmy's declaration and I allowed myself to feel good about my first time.

After recovering  just a bit, I called my folks and told them that Jimmy's Mom had invited me for the weekend and that our project was going slower than we thought.   My folks had never been given any reason to distrust me and so readily agreed.  I told them I would be back late Sunday as they had invited  me for Sunday supper and their ritual family Sunday-night TV shows.  

The rest of the afternoon and into the evening we explored all the possibilities that two hot, horny teenagers could come up with -- and there were many!

Who was this new David? The normally mild-mannered, slightly shy guy was gone! Like Clark Kent becoming Superman! How perfect that my new fuck-buddy was named Jimmy!

We did manage to order Pizza, gobbled it down, drank a few beers (my first) and returned to our debauchery.

I did, in fact, get to play the role of bottom-bitch, a role I thoroughly enjoyed. I had my ass eaten, after learning how to properly prepare it, drank what seemed like a gallon of Jimmy's cum and had my jizz hungrily swallowed by him as well.  We continued to drink beer in between the action. 

I LOVED 69 - cocks to mouth, ass to mouth and mixing up cocks and asses to mouths. Turns out we were the perfect relative sizes for this action and we thoroughly enjoyed all of it.

At one point, I felt overwhelmed with good feelings and needed to let Jimmy know.  

“Man, Jimmy!” I absolutely love being with you!” I said, kind of swooning. 

“And I love YOU” Jimmy pronounced.

I smiled and thought for a bit.

“I fucking love you too!” I enthused.

And there it was!

Yes, in the enthusiasm of it all, we both used words that betrayed more than a little naiveté about human emotions and relationships. “Love” was batted about quite a bit after that! The entire weekend, in fact.   And more...

Always being there for each other... etc.  Undying devotion.  Living together forever.  It grew more fervent and elaborate as the weekend  progressed. 

Finally, it got to be 2 a.m. and we were spent.  We took a hot shower together and headed into his mom's king bed. We slept  naked and fell asleep with me spooning Jimmy.  Around  4 a.m.,  I woke up to find that we had turned to the other side and Jimmy was now spooning me.

Just as I was adjusting to being spooned, his hard cock pressing against me, and growing to love it, I felt it move into position outside “my gate.”

“Would you care of a little early morning fuck, David?”  he asked, leaning in to whisper in my ear and then kiss both my ear and my neck, sending shivers through my body.

I nodded and craned my neck back to recieve a prolonged and sensuous kiss. 

He turned me forward slightly and we spent a long time kissing and fondling, getting ourselves even more worked up than we already were.  Finally he turned me completely over on my back.

I looked up at him and he bent down to kiss me again.  Then I closed my eyes as he lifted my legs up and back to either side of me. 

I felt the coolness of the lube as Jimmy applied it generously in and around my hole.  

I opened my eyes and watched as he slicked up his beautiful cock and …  waited.

Not for long.  He hovered over me, looking down on me, his eyes roving over my entire body. Then he moved closer, his cock just outside my hole.  His body moved forward, slowly.

Jimmy entered me smoothly, our eyes locked on each other.  Once he was “all in,” he leaned down and kissed me deeply.  My arms wraped around his beautiful back and I held him as he started to fuck me in earnest. 

I had been fucked earlier in the evening.  But somehow this was different. This was in the midst of our “sleeping together”  and after our declaration of love.

I could tell that it was more meaningful to Jimmy as well. 

This fuck was less frantic and hormone driven. This fuck was tender and gentle. 

This fuck was the fuck of a couple in love.

Looking back, with a pang of guilt, I knew in my depths, that despite the fact that it was ‘young love,’  it was nevertheless real.  Nascent and unexplored, very tentative, but real nonetheless.  

But right then, all I felt was a sense of completeness of being -  that I had NEVER, EVER experienced before. 

I was lost in this feeling as Jimmy continued to make love to me; each time his cock pressed back into me, my whole body shouted for joy!  A great deal of how I was feeling inside spilled out of me, unbidden. 

Man, did I say a whole lot of mushy stuff as he fucked me.  I am blushing a bit even as I remember it and write these words.

I was so caught up in the moment that I was not attending to little things, like my cock rubbing against our two bodies (when had we changed positions?).  Each of Jimmy's thrusting  motions was doing incredible triple duty; on my cock, on my ‘spot’ and deep in my soul!  (Told you I was smitten!) 

Suddenly, everything seemed to coalesce.  I felt my cock explode.  I felt Jimmy’s warm seed coursing through my lower body.  I felt my lungs move as I shouted out very loudly.  I felt this incredible energy surging through me.

And then we both collapsed into a pile of body parts and emotions.  I could feel Jimmy’s tears falling on my face and shoulders.  I could feel my own running down my face.

The amazing thing was, for two teenage “macho” guys, we were not the least embarrassed.

We snuggled together, our wet faces touching as we kissed.  More pronouncements of love.

And then we feel asleep.

We arose the next day surprisingly early as if we both wanted to relish just lying in bed with each other.  And that’s what we did. 

We just lay there exploring each other, talking in whispers, kissing, hugging, nuzzling.

No sex.  Not really even serious foreplay.

Just being together, fully.

Finally, it was 10:00 a.m. and Jimmy got up, went into the bathroom for awhile and then announced that he was going to cook us breakfast. 

“Don’t move until I call you, boi!”

I smiled and readily complied.

About half an hour later, Jimmy called.  As an afterthought, he reminded me that he was naked. 

I smiled and got up, went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit and headed to the kitchen, naked.

I was already chubbing up at the thought of seeing Jimmy cooking naked in the kitchen and when I rounded the corner and saw him, I immediately went hard.  He wasn’t, in fact, completely naked but was actually very sexily wearing an apron over his hot body.  He filled it out perfectly and I could see that he was tenting nicely under it.

“Did you bring an appetite with you, hottie?”

“In fact, I did. And I must admit it’s quite extensive and varied ” 

“Well, I think what we have prepared should satisfy!” he grinned. 

The meal was promptly laid out all along the island that separated the kitchen and dining room. I had never seen a layout like that and thought it was cool.

I sat down on one of the stools at a place setting, checking out the terra terracotta tiles.  Jimmy leaned over, a carafe of coffee in his hand, kissed me lingeringly and then poured me a cup of coffee.

A few more items were set on the counter and then Jimmy came around, kissed me again and sat down next to me at the other place setting.  

The breakfast was incredible.  Three eggs each, over-easy; a small, rare steak each; home fries; rye toast; fresh fruit; juice and coffee. 

We ate, talked, laughed, cuffed each other; hand all over each other with great ease. 

Finally, Jimmy rose.

And now, the next course!

WIth that he pulled his apron off and stood there naked, his erection in full view.

I looked him up and down for only a few seconds before he keeled before me and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked me till I was almost beside myself with excitement.  Suddenly, Jimmy took his mouth from my cock, rose up and offered me his hand.

Smoothly, he moved us over to the dining room table - a huge, blockish, highly polished, sturdy- looking afair that seemed just right for fucking.  And that’s what we did.

Jimmy pushed me back into the table, having moved the chairs away earlier (which I never noticed, so fixated was I on my naked, aproned chef).

I scooched back onto the table as Jimmy climbed onto it, rose his body up over my cock, very quickly put it in place and descended onto my pole in one smooth move. 

I can’t tell you how hot it was to watch Jimmy riding me, facing me; his beautiful, smooth, muscled, naked body moving up and down on me, occasionally looking down at me with such lust and love, occasionally his eyes rolling up into his lids.  His face was a wonder to watch.

I suppose mine was too. 

 At one point he brought his hands down and supported himself just slightly off my body so that I could thrust up and fuck him.   I did so, violently, relentlessly, faster and faster, until I literally exhausted myself.   

But Jimmy was right there to pick up the action.  He rode me smoothly, stroking his cock as he did; building me slowly but surely to a massive climax.  Before we got there, Jimmy was ready to lose his load and did so by lifting off me and leaning forward above my face.

I realized what was about to happen not a minute too soon and opened my mouth wide.

Jimmy was an amazing shot and filled my mouth to overflowing with his cum, then moved down to kiss me and savor his cum in my mouth. We froze there in place for quite awhile. 

Then, he promptly sat back down on my still hard, aching cock and finished me off in seconds.  I erupted deep inside him; load after load painting his insides.

We spent the rest of the day naked. We revisited things we had tried the night before and tried many new things as well.  We skipped lunch and ordered an early dinner for Jimmy’s favorite Chinese place. 

When the food arrived, Jimmy winked at me and wrapped a towel loosely around himself, tucked the guys tip into the towel  and went to the door.  I could hear them talking back and forth; Jimmy almost seductively, the guy seemed quite flustered.

Jimmy came back with the food and set it up on the table where we had fucked earlier in the day.

“I hoped it would be that same guy!”  Jimmy chortled. 

“A guy from school!  You might know him, Craig Dean?   I can tell the guy has a thing for me but is afraid to admit it to himself!  I love to mess with him,”  Jimmy laughed. 

I thought about what he was saying; realizing that that had been true of me until yesterday. 

After dinner, we watched a couple of Jimmy’s incredible porn vids he stored on his computer but was able to cast onto the family TV.

Then, the most surprising and unexpected thing of the weekend happened.  Jimmy led me into his parents' bedroom and then into their bathroom! We had just recovered and rested from a marathon session earlier in the day and his naked body was so fucking enticing. He got into the tub shower and lay down.

“I want you to piss on me while I wank,” he said with a grin.

“Seriously?” I asked a bit taken aback.

“Yeah! It's hot, believe me.”   I shrugged and brought my cock over his awesome body. I watched him stroke himself until, in just moments, he was hard again. As he built himself up toward what looked to be a massive orgasm, he instructed me:

“Piss now, David!”

A moment later, I felt my piss begin to flow. Fortunately, I had a really strong stream for him AND he was right, it was incredibly hot. I started on his legs just below his midsection and moved up. Eventually, I got to his neck.

“Let me have it in my mouth!” Jimmy commanded.

“You sure?” I asked incredulously, stopping my stream briefly.

“Yep! Let me have it”

I aimed directly for his mouth and he began taking my stream in his mouth and expelling it all over his chest. This turned him on in the worst way and before I knew it, his cock exploded. He got up, reached for me and gave me a wet, piss-infused kiss.

“Now it's your turn!”

His kiss tasted kind of sour-salty but amazingly good to me. Go figure; I was a much bigger perv than I ever suspected. I got into the tub without a second thought. Except for a re-occurrence of my earlier one about myself: “who is this guy?”

I lay down and looked longingly at Jimmy and started to stroke. In no time I was edging toward a massive orgasm.

His beautiful cock was full of piss and ready for action. He started on my chest and then went down to my stomach and cock, hitting my hands in the bargain, since I was stroking it wantonly!

He moved quickly up to my chest again and then my neck and shoulders as I pounded my cock hard and fast.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yep!” and I opened my mouth wide.

A stream of his hot, tangy piss came flowing into my mouth. I let it fill up and then expelled it all over my chest as I had watched Jimmy do. I was incredibly turned on and took yet another mouthful as I came closer and closer to climaxing.

As I expelled the second mouthful, I exploded all over my chest and stomach.

I found that I wanted to taste my cum mixed with Jimmy's piss. I reached down to take some up to my mouth but Jimmy bent down quickly and grabbed my hand.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he said.

With that, he bent down over me and began taking my cum mixed with his piss into his mouth using his tongue and lips. He came up without further words and planted an awesome kiss on my lips.

Our tongues rolled around each other's mouths, savoring our special mix. He repeated this process several more times and each was an awesome turn-on to me.

Who would have thought it?!  I loved water sports.  

Once again, we got to bed in the early morning hours. Once again, we snuggled and I spooned Jimmy.  Once again, I awoke- this time around three- to Jimmy suggesting an early morning Fuck.  Once again, we did.

We got up late on Sunday morning and I asked if I could try cooking him something. 

He smiled and said yes.

I went to the kitchen, quickly found that they had some nice looking cinnamon raisin bread and enough eggs to make french toast.  I cooked up some bacon, made a nice orange-raspberry-maple sauce to go on the french toast and served some fresh fruit as well. 

I had found the apron Jimmy had worn on Saturday and slipped it on over my nakedness.

“Breakfast is ready, come naked!” I shouted.

"You know I will, " Jimmy  shouted back.

We enjoyed breakfast and good conversation over coffee.

After breakfast, I announced a second course, stripped out of my apron and kneeled down to give Jimmy the best blow job he had gotten all weekend in my humble opinion. This led to me taking him over to the dining room table and me riding him for all I was worth. 

That began the morning suck and fuck fest.

We tried to go out for a bit, managing lunch at a local diner, but ended trying to have sex in the bathroom and almost got caught.  Thus interrupted, we returned home immediately. 

The afternoon and evening were a blur.  We did manage to wash his mom’s sheet and all the towels we had used and straighten up after ourselves.

Jimmy had let me know that his Mom knew that he was gay and was pretty chill about letting him have guys over.  So far, he had only had the nerve or the opportunity two other times. 

“But now, there’s you!” he said sweetly and smiled broadly.

I smiled back, both thrilled and frightened at the prospect.

We made some omelets and a nice salad for dinner since neither of us felt like much else. 

In the early evening, we went to his bed for a farewell fuck.  It was nice and slow like our early morning ones and we snuggled until almost 9 p.m.,  talking in whispers to each other.

His Mom had called and said that she was planning on returning around 10 p.m. Sunday evening. 

We straightened up one more time and made sure there were no random surprises around.

After a passionate last kiss and promises of many more nights of bliss and being together till our dying day, I parted. I left his place at 9:30 and was a half a block away when I saw his mother pull into the driveway.

I was deliriously happy - for a brief  moment. 

But almost immediately, panic started to set in.

“So, you fucking fag, now what??!!”

I spent an almost sleepless night fretting over the implications of what had happened. The more I thought, the more sheer dread began to set in.

The next day was not my finest. It is a day I will forever be ashamed of.

Jimmy came over to me with a big smile on his face. “Last night was amazing,” he whispered.

Unsmiling, I handed him a note I had hastily written at home. I looked at him briefly and managed to mutter “ I'm really sorry, Jimmy.”

The note said: I can't do this. Please leave me alone!

I turned to watch him as he read the note. His look was heartbreaking. He did not look up at me but instead threw the note into a nearby trash bin.

Our senior year was only about a month away from being over. For the next month, Jimmy made absolutely NO effort to have any contact with me. Neither did I.

Just recently, I succeeded in finding Jimmy on Facebook. I sent him a friend request thinking that he might well have forgotten all about me.

He hadn't. I had written him a private note basically asking him for his forgiveness and he wrote me back a long, heartfelt private note telling me I had nothing to be sorry about. We all did what we could do to survive, he said.

I was relieved to find out that he had found his soulmate, Peter, and was, thankfully, married. In fact, Jimmy and Peter had moved to Vermont in 2000 precisely because Vermont was the very first state that allowed for same-sex civil unions. Jimmy was 36 and Peter was 26.

A few years into their marriage, they adopted two children, a boy, and a girl, who were just finishing their teenage years when I reached out to him. Both kids had excellent grades, he bragged and were active in sports and other extracurricular activities.

One was already in college and the other heading there soon. I wrote to him candidly about my life with Beth, my grown kids, and Caleb. I did not tell him about Brian and Chris even though I had told the boys about Jimmy one night in a booze-induced teary-eyed confessional.

But I had spent that summer, after senior year, working hard and keeping my mind on preparing for school. I went off to school with a new resolve to “straighten up”.

In that first semester, I met Beth. I fell in love with her very quickly and we got married midway through our Senior year. We have been together ever since. Amazingly, I have always been very attracted to Beth. When I am with her, even today, I almost completely forgot my “other side”.