Coming Full Circle

We were sitting around the small cabin still in our swim trunks with wet hair. Even though it was a hot humid summer day, I still felt a chill from being in the cool waters of the lake. Goosebumps covered my arms and I didn’t need to look down to know both nipples were hard little nubs sticking out. I rubbed one arm feeling how the lake water made it feel so soft and smooth. I tried not to think of it, but I couldn’t help but look around the room at the others. My best friends for most of my life, Tyler since kindergarten and Wesley and Andy before that, having spent our preschool years together in church or at each other’s homes when our parents got together.

I sat in the lone arm chair listening to Tyler talk about his college plans, some Division II college where he got a scholarship to play football. He was sitting on the floor positioned between Wesley and Andy, who were sitting on the short sofa. I tried to focus on Tyler but there was something about this moment, this final time we would all be together, just the four of us, with no parents or other friends to interfere. We were all going away this fall, Tyler, Wesley and I to college and Andy into the military. We made all the usual promises to stay in touch and plans to get together at holidays or maybe some exotic location for a summer vacation. But I knew the reality of the situation, saw it with my older sister. She slowly lost contact with her high school friends and once finished college and working out west, her new life took over. I wasn’t kidding myself; I knew this was it for us too. Sure, we could stay in touch with social media and there would be times we might see each other, such as visiting family during the holidays, but it would never be like this, just the four of us hanging out enjoying each other’s company.

It was more frustrating for me. All through the last few years I had kept something from the others, a secret, one I didn’t have the courage to reveal. So, I lied to them, and so often I began to not know the difference myself. A secret I had known in one form or another since fourth grade. I didn’t understand it at the time, just knew I was different, different in a way I had to keep secret. When Tyler or Wesley wanted to wrestle, and I had found myself pinned to the floor I felt something that scared me so, I grew to avoid the contact. By the sixth grade I began to understand it. A developing attraction not to girls, but toward the boys. For a time in seventh grade I pulled away from the guys, began to distance myself from them, afraid I’d do something to give myself away. Some comment, or look, or worse, some reaction.

For a few weeks they let me be alone, later admitting it was wrong, but they had thought I just wanted to make other friends. They believed I was tired of hanging out with them, a notion so absurd I laughed when they told me later. How long I could have gone on with the ruse I don’t know, but when Charlie, the class bully targeted me one day after P.E. it ended. Charlie had me on the ground, backpack kicked into the shrubs while he sat on top of me slapping my face, calling me names. I don’t remember all of it, just the humiliation of it and how all of a sudden, Charlie was on the ground beside me. Andy and Tyler stood over him threatening to ‘beat his fucking ass’ while Wesley came to me to help me up.

I do remember some of those ugly names Charlie called me, ones that felt more like being exposed than just some bullying. Faggot, cock sucker, and girlie boy, names I had used, standing in front of the mirror in just my boxers, looking at my skinny body beating myself up. I had tried to run away from the guys, grab up my backpack and take off, tears blurring my vision, but Wesley held tight to my arm. I was more surprised by what happened next, the three of them leading me to the principles office after getting cleaned up, Wesley and Tyler literally leaning over Mrs. Wilson’s desk demanding she do something about Charlie.

Needless to say, Charlie left me and the other kids in school alone after that.

So, they had my back, and they were the best friends anyone could ask for, but I couldn’t bring myself to reveal my secret. There had been times I had been tempted, but the words would not leave my mouth. I knew times were different, that in other areas boys and girls came out all the time, lived openly in school and in their homes. But I didn’t live in an atmosphere that was an option. My parents were too religious, with their demonizing evolution as the work of the devil and homosexuality evil and those who chose that lifestyle had some anti-American agenda. They were so bad the guys refrained from hanging out at my home, choosing instead one of their homes to play video games and have sleep overs.

But I should have been able to tell them. To be honest with the three people I was the closest.

You know that movie that came out about a year ago, the guy who was gay and didn’t come out at first because he said it would change everything?  I snuck off to see the movie, watched it twice in fact, and the sentiment hit home. I too was afraid revealing to Wesley and Tyler and Andy, that their friend,  Kenny, was gay. That the admission would change everything. Somehow, I would no longer be just one of the guys. So, I kept my secret.

Doing so had the side effect of making me feel lonely, and never more so than when the guys were dating and planned a group activity, usually a movie or hitting the pizza parlor over in Greenville, always inviting me to tag along, the proverbial fifth wheel. The last year had moments that seemed unbearable but other times, telling myself just a few more months and I’ll be leaving for college, a sense of being at a threshold gave me the encouragement I needed. Yes, I surfed the internet, looked at posts by guys looking to hook up, some even close to me. There had been a temptation. Many times, I sat with my fingers hovering over the keyboard trying to will myself to just go for it.

Now I sit here looking at the guys, seeing them not only as friends but as males, sexually attractive. I knew I shouldn’t, but it had become a game, this way of looking at them trying to imagine what sex with them would be like. Would Tyler be aggressive like he was on the football field? Would Wesley reciprocate? And what about Andy? Would he like the feel of using me for his pleasure? I’d seen them naked numerous times, had this morning while we changed into swim trunks, but imagining them naked and sexually aroused, that was an image I struggled to create. How big would their cocks be when erect? Wesley and Andy were similar, about average in size when flaccid from what I knew, and Tyler’s cock was a bit bigger, hung looser, his sac too. I imagined him with the largest erection, a big thick thing that would hurt to take. I’d masturbated often to the image of Tyler fucking me. Looking over at him on the floor, long legs stretched out, with the most defined body of the four of us, I saw the masculine sexual nature of him and felt envious, wishing I had his body.

When we were younger Wesley had teased Tyler about his looks, calling him an Indian, a term we knew better to use. But Tyler did have the appearance of a Native American. Jet black hair, a body with a dark skin tone and as smooth and hairless a guy could be. And around the sixth grade he began to grow more than the rest of us till he was the tallest of any of the guys in our class at six foot four.

Andy replied to some question Tyler had asked  and I automatically looked over him on the sofa. Andy was tall too, six feet, but with a very lean body. He wasn’t skinny, not by any definition. Looking at him, body descriptions I’d seen online came to mind. Swimmer’s build and a runner’s build, both accurate in their reference to body type. Andy kept his brown hair cut short and being one of the first needing to shave showed off this aspect of his maturity with long sideburns and a goatee. He loved to sneak up behind someone and rub his chin on their neck. When he did it to me, I reacted the same as the others, but my real reaction was different. It gave me goosebumps, and sometimes I felt my cock stir at the roughness of his chin rubbing my neck just below the ear.

Looking to the right at Wesley I thought how in description he was average. Average height, five ten I think, with an average build. But that wasn’t a fair description, for when I thought of him, I thought of his outgoing personality, always friendly and in a good mood. His smile was nearly perfect, even with slightly imperfect teeth. And he had emerald green eyes that everyone seemed to comment on at one time or another. But the aspect that I found the most alluring was his thick wavy hair. It was a dark red, almost brown until the light hit it. Then it reflected a deep burgundy red color.

I realize I’m obsessing over the guys, comparing their bodies in such superficial terms, but it’s hard not to do it, especially when I consider myself to be so immature looking compared to them. I tried not to think about it, and most days, once with the guys playing video games or whatever, I could forget our differences. But today, sitting in just our swim trunks and the mood I find myself in, it is difficult not to think of it. How often I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself, trying to change what I see. I’m not that short, not really, Mitch is the shortest boy from our class, but at five six, I wasn’t tall. And I was skinny. My jeans hung loosely on my hips and every shirt I wore was baggy. Nothing fit me. To make matters worse I felt like the freckles that crossed my cheeks and covered my shoulders made me look even younger. The only attribute that drew comments was my hair, which I kept long on top letting it drop over my face sometimes to conceal my wandering eyes. It was a light blonde, almost golden in color. Girls often wanted to know if I dyed my hair, and I think they hoped I had for they wanted to know what dye I used. It became a joke among the guys, calling me ‘blondie’.

“What do you think, Kenny?” Andy asked.

“What? I huh…what were you talking about?”

“Damn, were you off daydreaming again” said Tyler, his expression pure amazement.

“What should we do for lunch? Grill the hamburgers or go back into town for pizza?” asked Andy.

“Oh…why don’t we just grill hamburgers. I’d rather not drive back into town” I replied seeing Wesley and Tyler nodding their heads to my response.

“I agree. We came here to hang out and relax” said Wesley. “Besides I brought something to help us relax” he added as he got up and went over to a grocery bag he had brought, fumbling around inside it then bringing up a bottle of Kentucky whiskey. “Something from the parental units secret stash.”

“Whoa dude, your dad is going to kill you when he finds that is missing” Tyler responded sitting up straight.

I turned and saw the golden liquid in the unfamiliar bottle held high. I smiled but inside I was worried.

“Kenny, you and Andy will be in charge of the grill” said Tyler as he got up from the floor, “and Wesley and I will get everything else prepared.”

“Why us?” Andy asked, but I knew the answer.

“Because Tyler burns the food” Wesley responded.

“First things first. I have got to get into dry clothes” said Tyler as he headed to the bedroom.

“Yeah, I agree” responded Wesley as he too headed to the bedroom.

My butt began to itch from being wet so long in the trunks and I too headed to the bedroom where we had tossed our gym bags or backpacks. Andy was right behind me.

Through the screen I could see the grill still lightly smoking as the last of the coals burned down. We were sitting around the living room as before, only this time Wesley sat on the floor, Tyler in the arm chair and Andy and I were seated on the sofa. Dirtied paper plates sat on the floor near each of us as we sipped the whiskey from plastic cups. I didn’t know about the others, but I could feel the numbing effect of it, the way it seemed to slow time, everyone’s voice slightly off, slurred a bit. We were laughing more than usual, the jokes a bit sillier.

“This music sucks” said Tyler as he stood and went over to Andy’s phone that was plugged into some speakers.

“Switch to that mix I found last week” said Andy.

“What mix?” Wesley asked as he pushed his plate over on top of mine then stretched out his legs and arms bumping our legs. “Sorry guys but my back aches sitting on this floor.”

“I want to shower off for I still smell like lake water, so take my place” I said getting up from the sofa. As I walked across the room, I saw Wesley slip up on the sofa.

I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on a pair of old boxers, a worn pair of jeans and an old t-shirt so stretched out of shape it hung on my body at an angle. When I came out of the bathroom, putting my stuff away in the bedroom I heard the guys, comments that didn’t make sense.

“Whoa dude…damn” Tyler uttered.

“Easy, easy…slow down asshole” said Wesley, his voice more urgent.

“Shit…that is all of it” said Andy and all I could wonder is ‘all of what?’

I froze at the door looking at the scene before me just as Andy grabbed Wesley by the hair and pulled him downward.

“Suck me…come on suck.”

Andy sat on one end of the sofa turned with this back to the arm, pants and boxers gathered around one ankle while still wearing a shirt. His cock was hard, sticking straight up with Wesley’s mouth running up and down its length. Wesley was on his knees and elbows on the sofa, completely naked with Tyler behind him. Tyler’s jeans were pushed down to his thighs and he was moving in a familiar way, hips swinging back and forth. He was fucking Wesley as Wesley sucked Andy.

“Come on Kenny, watch this slut take us” Andy uttered as he guided Wesley’s head up and down.

For a moment I was afraid to move, afraid to admit how much it was turning me on to see this display of male sex, especially Tyler’s cock moving within Wesley’s ass. I wanted to be Wesley, between Andy and Tyler, feeling a cock in my hole and one in my mouth. A wicked fantasy that has played out over and over in the last year or so after watching videos online of guys fucking. I felt the tightness in my jeans, the snug fit where my cock began to thicken. Eventually my arousal overrode my fear and I moved across the room till I was standing by the sofa watching Tyler’s cock piston in Wesley’s hole. I could hear the slurping sounds of Wesley’s mouth on Andy’s cock and the light smack of Tyler’s abdomen against Wesley’s ass. I stood there watching, hands held to my sides wanting to touch myself so bad my cock hurt.

I watched Tyler’s cock, the way it came into view then disappeared again. It was so dark, the shaft darker than the rest of him. And it was thick. I couldn’t believe how easily it slid inward, all the way then back out again. Wesley moaned and groaned around Andy’s cock as Tyler fucked that thick cock into his depths. I wanted to be in Wesley’s position. I wanted to feel that cock. I stood staring, for how long I don’t know. It was the touch that brought me back.

I felt it on my leg, about mid-thigh, then it moved upward till it was manipulating my cock. Squeezing it, working it to the side so it could stretch out.

“Damn, the pervert is already hard” said Andy and I looked down to see his hand on the crotch of my jeans.

I watched Andy’s fingers dig into the fabric, working along the shaft till I stood with fists balled up tight, fighting the urge to reveal how much I enjoyed the touch.

“Kenny.”

I looked back at Tyler’s cock, moving slower now, pulling nearly completely free then easing back in.

“Kenny.”

I realized Tyler was calling to me and I let my eyes roam up his long torso till we were looking at each other.

“Take off your clothes” said Tyler and I nodded my head.

I dropped the t-shirt on the floor, slipped the jeans down, working each leg free. When I stood up my cock was sticking out of the fly, so hard it bobbed up and down. Wesley was watching me, and his right hand came out and took me, stroked down to the base of my cock and I moaned as I tried to push more cock through his fist.

“Get the boxers off” Wesley uttered as he let go.

I fumbled with the boxers keeping my eyes on Tyler and Andy, stroking their cocks, hands moving along the wet slick shafts. My own erection had the boxers caught and I was struggling to get them down.

“Here, let me” said Wesley and I dropped my hands to my sides as I felt my boxers pull out over my cock then drop to my ankles. “Step out of them” Wesley urged in a soft whisper and I stepped free of them moving closer to Wesley. He stroked my cock as I watched Andy move over behind him.

“Wesley, sit on my dick” Andy urged, and Wesley let me go, eased up and stepped back, legs spread either side of Andy’s and he lowered himself. I knew when Andy breached his hole, the slight grimace then the look of pleasure as he moved downward.  He moved up and down, slowly and I wanted to watch, to make myself part of this act. I eased down on my knees in front of Wesley.

Wesley’s cock bobbed up and down with his movement and I could see Andy’s cock come into view then disappear again as Wesley worked his ass on it. I leaned down closer and saw the slick shaft come into view then disappear in Wesley’s hole. His cock hit my face and I looked at it, took it in hand giving it a slight squeeze. Clear liquid pooled in the slit and I licked it off. It was almost sweet tasting, something I considered a part of Wesley and I wanted more, wanted the taste of him in my mouth, and I licked the head swirling my tongue around it. Wesley bucked up, worked his hips pushing his cock into my mouth. Hands on Andy’s thighs I leaned up and over holding my mouth on Wesley’s cock.

“Come on Wesley, move” Tyler uttered as I saw him from the corner of my eye moving off the sofa. Wesley began to move again, up, pushing cock into my mouth, then downward taking Andy all the way into his hole. He leaned back, torso stretched out, and pushed upward harder nearly choking me. He pace increased, dropping down hard on Andy’s cock then rising upward, giving his hips an extra thrust, pushing cock over my tongue to the back of my throat.

Hands caressed my back and down over my ass cheeks. It felt good and I moaned around Wesley’s cock. One hand moved along my spine, then along my ass, a finger slipping between my cheeks. It raked along the crevice till it touched me, rubbed over my tightness. I pushed down as Wesley rose, taking his cock till my nose buried in his pubic hair while pushing back against that finger. I wanted it, wanted to feel it breach my tightness, to penetrate me. Tyler moved up next to my head and tongued my ear then kissed my neck.

“I’m going to loosen you up” Tyler whispered as his finger penetrated me.

It bore into my depths and twisted around stretching me open. Tyler pumped it into my hole as I pushed back on it. Wesley took me by the head working his hips faster and faster. His pace was ragged, out of rhythm, as he worked his cock in my mouth and his ass on Andy’s cock. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock, the sweetness of it and I sucked hard to draw out more. Wesley cried out.

Tyler’s finger pulled free then two were at my opening, rubbing over it then twisting inward through my tightness. I felt my entire body shudder with the penetration. Tyler rubbed his free hand over my back as he fucked those two fingers in my hole.

“OH fuck, I’m going to come” Wesley cried out as he held my head in place, his cock on my tongue flexing, swelling up thicker, then releasing his load. It filled my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could as I felt Tyler at my opening, nudging against it with something bigger. I couldn’t think of it so focused on taking Wesley that I didn’t feel the initial penetration, only the slow stretching of my hole as Tyler pushed inch after inch into my depths.

Wesley fell still, Andy’s cock buried in his ass as I nursed the last of his load from his cock. Tyler held my waist and slow fucked me, easing inward all the way and pulling back till I thought he had to be about to slip free. Tyler pulled me upright, bear hugged me to his chest as he drove upward into my depths. His face was next to mine and I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“Watch this” Tyler whispered in my ear as Wesley moved off Andy and they shifted on the sofa till Wesley was on his back right in front of us. Andy moved up between his legs, resting each on against his chest as he scooted up to Wesley’s ass. I watched as Andy nudged up to the loosened hole then pushed inward, all the way. Andy began to fuck, hard, fast, suddenly urgent for release. I watched Wesley take him as I felt Tyler move in my own body. Their paces began to align, Tyler fucking me harder, his pace increasing till Wesley and I were moaning and crying out in unison.

Neither of them lasted long, both so aroused before they began this final fuck. Andy came first, pinning Wesley’s legs down as he jackhammered his cock into Wesley’s upturned ass. He came with a bellow, his cry echoing around the room as he shoved hard into Wesley. Tyler seemed to be driven over the edge by Andy coming and he fucked me rougher, one hand coming over my mouth pulling my head back as he thrust into my depths. His hips smacked up against my ass as he fucked till finally, he cried out, his entire body shuddering against my back, and I knew he was filling my hole.

Tyler eased free and fell back sitting on his heels, his wet cock flaccid between his thighs. Andy eased out of Wesley and sat back against the arm of the sofa, his cock the same as Tyler’s. I could see how they were satisfied; their release having taken everything out of them. Looking down my own cock bobbed out in front of me, and I took it in hand stroking it.

“Stop…Kenny, stop” Tyler said from behind me. “Who’s going to take Kenny’s cock?”

“I’m not” Andy replied, looking over at me, “I fuck, not get fucked.”

“I’ll do it…I can take it” Wesley replied shifting around on the sofa till his head was bent up against the back and his legs were on the floor, ass hanging over the side. “Come on Kenny, fuck me.”

I moved up closer, resting his legs on my shoulders as I held my cock down aligned with his hole. I saw Andy’s cum trickle out and I rubbed the wet head of my cock through it, smeared it over his ass then pushed at his opening. I slipped through easily, inch by inch just slipping right on in all the way.

“Damn, Wesley, you whore…take that dick” Andy uttered as he sat up watching. Tyler moved up next to me sitting on the floor. They watched me, watched me pull outward till my cock slipped free, bobbing in the air between Wesley and I. Then I pushed forward, punching through the loosened ring of Wesley’s opening sinking all the way in till pressed against his ass. I repeated this slow fuck, pulling free and shoving back in, till my own aroused state overtook me, drove me to keep within Wesley’s hole and drill my cock into his depths. My pace increased till I felt the heat of my body. I was burning up, sweat trickling down my face, from under each arm and down my back. I hammered my cock into Wesley’s depths making him moan louder and cry out.

“OH fuck…fuck…Kenny…fuck…”

“Goddamn” Tyler uttered as I tightened my hold of Wesley’s legs, held them tight to my chest feeling my hot skin slicken with sweat from the contact. I thrust as hard as I could, shoving inward and jerking my hips back, over and over and over, till I couldn’t take it. I felt my muscles tighten, my breathing labored, as the surge of release grew imminent.  I slammed my hips against Wesley’s ass, the sound of it echoed in the room, and I came. With each ejaculation I pushed against his ass trying to get deeper into his hole.

Finally spent I lay across his chest breathing hard. Wesley stroked my back, his hand gliding across my slick skin.

“Fuck, that was intense” said Andy as he stood, picked up his clothes and headed toward the bedroom. “I’m going to shower and get dressed.”

I rolled off Wesley and twisted around sitting on the floor, back against the sofa. Wesley followed me down sitting between Tyler and me.

“Okay, guys, what gives?” I asked looking over at the two of them.

“Well…” Wesley began then trailed off.

“Kenny” Tyler interjected, “you were slammed so far up in that closet we didn’t think you’d ever come out and with college this fall, the last thing you should do is show up…”

“A virgin” Wesley interrupted making the two of them laugh. I looked at them stunned but began to laugh, for here we sat, all three naked, our wet cocks flaccid between our thighs.

“How did you know I was…”

“Gay?” Wesley again. “When we were at your house one-night last winter and you went to the bathroom I got on your computer to load up music and well, got a bit curious, for we had been wondering for a while about you, and I looked at your browsing history.”

“You what?”

“He snooped at your browsing history and saw the shit you’ve been looking at” said Tyler giving me a wicked smile.

“Yeah, you pervert. Couldn’t believe it. And over the next few months we hinted at knowing and nothing. We made comments about other guys that we thought were gay, and nothing. We put on that movie about the high school kid getting outed and again, nothing from you. So, we wondered what it would take to drag you out of the closet.”

“And the three of you decided on sex?”

“For the record, Andy and I wasn’t on board…at first” said Tyler.

“Hey, I wasn’t alone in this” replied Wesley.

“Yeah, not entirely, I guess” said Tyler.

“But…didn’t you find it…gross” I asked looking at Tyler first, then Wesley, who was avoiding my gaze.

“Yeah, at first the idea of it was…I don’t know. But we talked about it just being sex till even Andy was on board” replied Tyler.

“With limitations” added Wesley.

“So, this was to get me to come out, to admit I’m…”

“He still can’t say it” said Wesley looking over at Tyler. Looking back at me, “Come on Kenny, we know and obviously don’t care. Say it, just say it out loud for once.”

“I’m gay.”

There, I had said it, and it was comforting. Something about saying it aloud liberating.

“Okay guys, I’m finished. Who’s next?” Andy called out from the bedroom.

“I am” Tyler replied getting up from the floor and going to the bedroom.

I reached over and pulled my clothes to me piling them on my lap. Wesley did the same till we were sitting on the floor waiting for Tyler to finish in the bathroom. Andy came out, dressed in jeans and a tank top.

“How about I go back into town and get a bucket of chicken for dinner?”

“Hey, that sounds good” replied Wesley.

“You need some money?” I asked.

“Nah, I got it” Andy replied as he grabbed up his wallet, keys and cell phone as he went out the door.

After a long silence I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to know. “So, you drew the short straw?”

“The short straw? Oh, you mean me being on bottom too? Yeah, I guess so.”

“Did you…like it?” I ventured to ask.

“Honestly…yeah, it did feel good. Strange...does that make me, what? Bisexual? I guess, maybe in some way but I can’t see myself pursuing it. You know, getting to college and hooking up with guys instead of girls.”

“Oh yeah, I know” I replied, but I really didn’t know. I was disappointed to hear him dismiss it, to talk of moving on. A part of me wanted him to be like me, even if only partially.

The rest of the long weekend we paddled and swam in the lake, played card games, listened to music and in the evenings, when it was late, and we had had a few drinks we talked about what happened, sometimes jokingly, and sometimes seriously. How it had been difficult to convince Andy, how Tyler considered it just sex, and had enjoyed it, but not as much as sex with women, and Wesley admitted he liked it and wouldn’t rule out doing it again, but he really didn’t think he would. And I admitted to knowing I was gay since I was young, focusing on cute actors in television shows or watching the older boys in school, and the whole time knowing it meant something. Something I had to hide. How I’d tell my parents, and when, was discussed and in the end, I admitted there was no way I’d tell them before I left for college.  As for sex between us, well…it didn’t happen again.

We returned to our homes, did our summer jobs while we waited on the last of summer to pass. Tyler and Wesley were going to college in state and I was going in North Carolina, having gotten a scholarship to study in the humanities. I was going to get my degree then join the Peace Corps for their 2-year program. Andy was signed up to go into the Marines, heading to South Carolina a couple of weeks before the rest of us left for college.

So, the summer passed, far too quickly in some ways, but for me, when alone in my room imagining the possibilities it didn’t pass quickly enough.  Andy left on a Saturday, his parents taking him to Montgomery to catch a flight to North Carolina. Then it was just three of us. We went to movies, hung out playing video games and on the last weekend before leaving, we drove up to Montgomery, going to dinner then a movie. On the way home, sometime after midnight, Wesley driving, Tyler in the passenger seat and me in the back, we grew quiet. Wesley turned the music up and we let it fill the silence. Outside in the dark, broken by porch lights or security lights of the few houses along the way, I watched the familiar landscape pass by, dark, silhouetted against the moon lit sky that was a deep dark violet.

“Kenny, you still leaving Wednesday morning?” Tyler asked without turning around.

“Yes. What about you guys?”

“We’ll leave Wednesday morning too.”

“You guys want to try to get together tomorrow for dinner or something?” asked Wesley.

“I have to go with mom and dad to church then to some family reunion over in Jackson” I replied thinking how I dreaded the entire day, not wanting to do any of it.

“I have a family coming over to see me before I leave, so I probably should be there” said Tyler.

“Okay, but if you get back and want to hang out call me” said Wesley as he slowed to turn on Timber Ridge Road, the last turn before Tyler’s house.

Sunday began as I feared. Mom calling me early to get up. After a quick breakfast and a shower, I was dressed in khakis and dress shirt ready to face the church then family. The day dragged, first the Sunday School teacher trying to push some creationist bullshit, then the preacher talking about sins of the flesh, at times seemingly to be staring right at me. There would be none of this in college I promised myself as I got into mom’s Tahoe to head home for the food she had prepared. An hour later we were pulling into Aunt Sal’s yard where tables were set up under the oak in back. The family gathering wasn’t so bad, hanging out with cousins I rarely saw any other time. As the sun set and the lights strung across the yard were turned on, I helped mom gather her dishes, covering the ones with food remaining. A little after eight we were heading home. I felt exhausted and leaning against the door I slipped off to sleep.

Back home, mom put everything away in the kitchen while dad watched television and I retired to my room. I stripped out of my clothes till I was only in my boxers and shut off the ceiling light leaving only the nightstand lamp on. Laying across the bed I stared at the ceiling feeling the excitement and anxiousness of leaving for college. I wondered if I really could be more open on campus. Be one of the gay boys. How would I meet other guys? Join some support group on campus or would I just surf the internet. Or maybe there was a gay bar in the town I could scope out.

I was about to get up and turn on my television when I heard a tap on my window. It wasn’t loud, just two quick raps against the glass. “Who in the hell” I muttered as I rolled off the bed and raised the blind.

“Kenny, it’s me” said Wesley. He was standing among the azaleas wearing a tank top and shorts. I didn’t hear him drive up and wondered where he had parked. Opening the window, I leaned to the screen allowing me to whisper. “

“What in the hell are you doing out there?”

“I…I was bored. What are you doing?”

“Nothing. We just got home a few minutes ago.”

“I know…hey…you want to come out for a few minutes?”

“Shhh” I shushed him as I turned toward my door listening. I heard the television turn off and then footsteps passing my door.

“We’re turning in Kenny; goodnight” said mom as she passed my door.

“Goodnight” I called out then waited for the sound of their door closing. “Let me wait about fifteen minutes for mom and dad to get to sleep then I’ll come out. But what are we going to do, stand around in the yard?”

“My car is down in the drive to Mr. William’s field. Meet me there and we can drive around some” replied Wesley.

I thought this was weird, for we never slipped out at night, but I figured it was about us parting ways for the first time that made Wesley come over. I had to admit I was going to miss the guys and it was one thing that saddened me.

“Go on to your car. I’ll put something on and slip out in a few minutes and meet you there.”

Window closed, blinds back down, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Feet slipped into my flip flops, keys and wallet tucked into my pocket I eased my door open. The house was silent, no lights on except my lamp. I pulled the door closed and felt my way to the kitchen and the back door. Less than ten minutes later I was getting into Wesley’s car. It was a sporty hatchback, solid black except for some red accents and seats covered in a plaid fabric. It was the nicest car among the four of us and Wesley loved to talk about how it shifted, how it steered on the narrow roads till we made fun of him, saying he loved his car more than any girl he had dated.

“Where to?” Wesley asked as I buckled up.

“Where to? You initiated this outing; you tell me.”

We drove around the community, taking one two lane road after the next, Wesley smoothly shifting gears. At first, we rode in silence while listening to the music, but after a few minutes he turned down the radio.

“I just wanted to see you before you left” Wesley confessed.

“Okay.”

“Just the two of us.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking, ever since we got back from the lake, how…” said Wesley, stammering to a stop.

“How what?”

“How much fun it had been…you know?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t get it out of my mind, the way it felt.”

“It did feel good. Wesley?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

When we came upon the middle school Wesley pulled in at the lower drive that led to the baseball field and a small community park with playground equipment. He stopped half way down the parking lot on the opposite side of the ticket and concession stand. Once out of the car he led me to the playground over to the merry-go-round, with its hand rails separating the circle into ten sections. I watched Wesley pull his tank top off, tossing it on the merry-go-round, quickly followed by his shorts and boxers. He stood naked in front of me, a ghostly image, skin seeming to glow in the dim security lights that barely lit the area. I started to tug off my t-shirt, but his hand came down on my arm stopping me.

“Let me” Wesley whispered as he moved up in front of me, so close I could feel his breath. He leaned toward me till our lips touched, gently, timidly at first, but once the contact had been made the kiss became more physical, opened mouth, tongues dueling. I felt his hands on my waist then the gentle pull upward as my stomach then chest could feel the cool night breeze. He stepped back as I raised my arms letting him slip the t-shirt free. I wondered if he was going to stop or continue stripping me. He tossed the t-shirt on top of his things then rubbed one hand over my stomach. He moved down, raking his fingers over my crotch, manipulating my cock which began to stir. He pushed my gym shorts and boxers down till they dropped to my ankles. Squatting down he helped me step out of them. Both of us were naked, cocks beginning to rise from the feel of it and the imagining of what was about to happen. Wesley backed up to the merry-go-round tugging me along with him. He stepped up on it getting me to follow. I stood in front of him and he kissed me one more time, gently, lips barely touching, then he eased down on his knees. I felt his hand take me, gently manipulate my cock till I grew more erect. A hot exhale of breath blew over it then a tongue swirled over the head making me gasp.

Fist balled up tight, eyes closed with my head tilted back trying to hold still as I felt Wesley slip his mouth over my cock. I felt the heat of his mouth, the wet slickness of it and shuddered from the contact. Then the lips moved up along my shaft till only the head was inside his mouth and I seemed to grow harder, my cock so hard it ached, flexing within his mouth. He took me again till I felt his nose press against my abdomen. Hands took each cheek and held me still as that mouth worked my cock, lips tight around the shaft as they moved along its length.

I pushed Wesley off my cock, pushed till he understood and lay back on the hard-cool metal decking of the merry-go-round. I lifted his legs and hooked them over the railing each side of us as I moved down between them.

“Yeah…come on Kenny. Fuck my ass” Wesley uttered as I pushed against his tightness, rubbed my wet cock along the line of his ass, then circled it around the opening to his body. I pushed against it till I felt the head of my cock squeeze through his tightness. It milked my shaft as I pushed into his depths, not stopping till I was all the way inside of him. He shuddered beneath me, the muscles in his legs tightened up and with head thrown back he exhaled in relief.

We were out in the open, naked, and there was an urgency to it, a need to fuck for release and I drove into Wesley depths, hammered my cock in his hole. He moaned and grunted and begged me to fuck him harder. He stroked his own cock in rhythm to my fuck and the merry-go-round began to turn slowly as the platform squeaked beneath us. I moved over Wesley, pushing his legs back along the rail till his ass was turned upward and I thrust my cock into him as hard as I could. I wanted to come, I wanted to feel my cock spew its load into his depths.

Wesley began to shake, to heave for breath then grunt. His hole spasm around my cock and I knew he was coming. Wet puddles glistened in the dim moonlight across his chest and face. I smelled it, this scent of his release and it pushed me over the edge. I felt the surge through my cock and I shoved into him as hard as I could feeling the first ejaculation, then another, and another and another…

 As Wesley drove back to my house, we were silent. Even the radio was turned so low I could barely hear it. I felt exhausted, totally spent, but there was something lacking. Some aspect of our sex that didn’t give me the pleasure it should have. Maybe it was the way we rushed it or maybe it was the fact in a few days we were each going our own way and this fuck didn’t mean what I wanted it to mean. Glancing over I saw Wesley’s expression and it looked the way I felt.

As he drove the last mile to my house, the security light in the backyard visible in the distance he began to slow.

“We’ll stay in touch…right?”

“Of course. And we’ll see each other during breaks and summers.”

After he cut the distance left in half, slowing even more, he looked over, “I’m going to miss you.”

“Wesley…” I stammered, not sure what to say. How serious was he? I took a deep breath. “I’m going to miss you too, you know.  Don’t pull into the drive, just let me out in the road.”

“Okay. I have to go to my grandparents before leaving, so I won’t see you again, but let’s keep each other posted on what is happening. I’ll text you when I get to the campus.”

“Okay, I’ll do the same.”

As I stepped out onto the shoulder of the road, I realized I could smell it, Wesley’s cum inside his car. I wondered if I’d ever smell it again, this scent that was a part of him.

 A few days later I was setting up my dorm room, trying to figure out the Kentucky boy who was to be my roommate and sending text messages and photos to the guys. 

Six Years Later

Traffic was light, and the mid-afternoon sun was beginning to cast long shadows across the street and sidewalks. I was strolling along trying to get my bearings in this city that was new to me. It felt odd, so much unfamiliar after being in Africa for two years. People walking along with cell phones either talking nonstop or typing text messages as fast as they could as they barely paid attention to where they were going. Storefront after storefront held some new surprise. A coffee shop on the corner, a pet shop specializing in aquariums, a used book store, a gallery, a corporate clothing store, polished and perfectly arranged to the point of boredom, a small bakery which filled the air with its latest baked goods tempting one to go in and a bistro (or was it a café?). At the crosswalk I waited with the other pedestrians to cross, watching the light count down from twenty-five seconds.

It felt good to be back stateside, to have a job waiting on me to start next Monday, an apartment in my name, which only had a bed, two chairs and some dishes, and the feeling I was on the threshold of the main stage of my life. Six years ago, I left home for college. It had been an awakening. The dating of guys, the coming out to my folks which was still a trial full of tribulations. Dad had yet to accept it and we had barely spoken in the last six years. It took mom a couple of years. Actually, it was the packing up to go for Peace Corps training before leaving for two years to Africa. Three months of training and I was on a plane.

Up to that point I had kept up with Tyler and Wesley. We had seen each other during breaks and summer recesses. Andy served three years and for a month was back in the fold during that summer before heading off to Nashville for a job. Tyler graduated and went to Tampa. Wesley had been the hardest to come back to. There was some tension between us and I knew I was as much to blame as he. We were heading down different paths and for Wesley that path was not the same as mine. That last summer he came home with a girlfriend, someone he met at college. The way they were together Tyler and I just knew she was the one. After they graduated, they moved to Denver.

The crosswalk signal changed, and everyone started across the street bringing me back to the present. I followed the crowd, moving quickly across the three lanes to the opposite side.  On the corner was a cell phone company with posters advertising the latest phone. Absentmindedly I put my hand on the cell phone in my pocket reminding myself it was still there. I wondered if the guy’s numbers were the same. I debated trying to call them, or whether, or not to send a text message. What would I say after over two years?  Hey guys I’m back. What are you up to?

It was the last couple of weeks of training that got so hectic. So much to learn, the forms to fill out, the booking of the flight and arrangements to get to the site. I still remember the directions. Land in the nearest city, take a taxi to a particular hotel and wait for the arrival of someone the next morning, probably around noon. A guy showed up in a Jeep, covered in dust and grime wearing cargo shorts and a shirt, completely unbuttoned revealing a tank top beneath. He was sweating profusely and not one for small talk. We tossed my dufflebags in the back and headed out of the city. It had taken five hours to get to the site and for the next two years I lived in that primitive village, with no internet or cell phone. In other words, I lost contact with the closest friends I had ever had. It happened so quickly, without forethought. One day I realized I had been over there for six months and had not made one attempt to contact anyone except my parents, and then it was only a couple of short letters and three post cards.

It had been in many ways a guilty pleasure, this isolation. Complete separation from my old life and nothing surrounding me to remind me of it. I even had a fling with one of the guys in the village. He was from Britain, working along side us. I guess you call it a fling. It wasn’t dating or any kind of a relationship. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do that made it any kind of a normal dating situation. We merely took a few days off staying in one of the nearest cities at a hotel that provided us with hot showers, a swimming pool, dining out with real food and a bed with clean sheets that didn’t require mosquito netting where we could fuck, and sleep intertwined in the sheets.

Now I was back and trying to re-acclimate myself into normal life. I wondered how long it would take me to settle in at my job or find friends I could relate to or guys who wanted to date someone who wasn’t trying to climb some corporate ladder but was working at low wages for a nonprofit organization.  Glancing at my reflection in a storefront, one where people were eating a late lunch at two top tables along the window, I saw a different person than the one who left the country two years ago.

I was still blonde, in fact the color was bleached out more than ever before, but it was cut short, almost a crew cut with the sides short and the top with a little length left to it. I was no longer as skinny. I had filled out some from the labors of the last two years. T-shirts actually fit my body, like the one I was wearing now, snug through the chest and loose around my narrow waist. I felt great, healthy, and as I walked down the walk, I saw the looks, from the women and from some of the men. It felt good, this stroking of my ego.

I was going nowhere, just out for stroll. My apartment was four blocks behind me and a grocery store was three blocks further ahead that I was going to check out. All the sounds of the city around me became a white noise. Nothing distinct, just the rumble of passing cars, the chatter of different conversations and the occasional beeping horn.

I heard someone calling out, then call out again. It didn’t register at first then I was aware of a familiarity of the voice. It called out again and I realized it was my name, but I couldn’t believe it was for me. It had to be for another Kenny. I mean, how many guys by the name of Kenny would be living in the city?

“KENNY…It’s me, Wesley!”

I stopped, thinking I had to have heard wrong. Turning around I saw him, standing at the door to the restaurant I had just passed.

“Wesley?”

We were at his table along the side of the restaurant, he leaned forward while I sat back so I could really see him, all of him above the table. Not only was I listening to what he was saying but watching how he was saying it; his mannerism, the look in his eyes and how he tapped his index finger on the table whenever he struggled to say something. He had changed in the last couple of years. He looked older, his face filled out more and his dark red hair was grown out more. He had long sideburns and I noticed a tattoo was just within the sleeve of his shirt, the lower portion revealed when he moved a certain way.  But he also appeared to have lost weight, his shirt hanging on him.

When I had come in and sat with him, he beat me to the question: What have you been up to? I told him about the training program, how it got more hectic toward the end, then the next thing I knew I was in some village in Africa with no cell or internet service. I told him about coming back two months ago, the job search with interviews in five different cities and eventually taking the job here. Then there was the move, with only two suitcases and an apartment barely furnished and starting my job Monday. He listened intently, asking questions at times. Then he told me about Andy being married, with a kid and how Tyler was in a serious relationship, now living in Portland. What about you? I asked, and he sat silent for a minute, looking down at his half-finished food.

I felt like the silence between us had to be broken, so I leaned in close. “What happened with…Sharon?”

“Cheryl…and we broke up about six months after moving to Denver.”

He was vague, skirting the core aspect of what happened, instead giving me the usual ‘we grew apart’ and ‘it just wasn’t working’. He had left Denver a couple of months later eventually finding his way here where he was working at some engineering firm doing field surveys of existing buildings.

“The job is great. I get out of the office all the time and it is close enough to my apartment I can bike to work.”

“No one in your life?” I ventured to ask.

He looked at me and smiled, but it was one that was sad, nothing humorous about it. “No. After Cheryl, there was Beth, then after moving here there was Cindy, then…Jeff, then Sara, then…” he looked up to see if I was following along, “then Benjamin who lasted till last fall and since then a few I’d rather just forget.  What about you?”

“There was someone in Africa, a guy from the UK, but it was a relationship of convenience; we were the only gay guys in the village so…” I trailed off watching the waitress come over to refill our drinks.

Once the waitress moved to the next table Wesley sat back and I saw him take a deep breath.

“I’ve missed you” he said looking me in the eye.

“I missed you, too.”

“Really? Do you think about that summer six years ago? Think about what it was like?”

“Sometimes. I wonder if Andy turns red in the face whenever he thinks of it. I wonder if Tyler ever really thinks about it.”

“Tyler?” Wesley interjected laughing, “he probably thinks it was fun but just not for him and doesn’t give it a second thought.”

“True.”

“But I’m serious. I really miss you.”

“Wesley…”

“Wait, let me finish. If there is no one, can we…like…maybe…just give it a try?”

I was so shocked, first in running into Wesley and now this confession.  I tried not to do it, but I smiled, pleasantly surprised where this conversation had gone. All the times I had wondered about Wesley, how disappointed I was in that last time we hooked up and all they ways that it could have meant so many things. Now I faced the prospect it was for Wesley what it had been for me. Too superficial which led nowhere.

“Kenny, since you haven’t gotten settled in yet, come over this evening. I’ll order a pizza and we can hang out like the old times.”

“That’ll be nice.”

A little before six I rang the doorbell and Wesley opened the door wearing a t-shirt and a worn faded pair of jeans. It made me feel overdressed in my button-down shirt and khakis, the nicest clothes I had. He stepped to one side inviting me inside his apartment. I was shocked for it was nicely furnished, with a leather sofa and two side chairs facing a wall mounted flat screen over a console. The dining table was a beautiful wood construction, the top having the natural curves and indentions of the tree it came from. The whole place looked straight out of some catalog.

“Jesus Wesley…this place is nice.”

“Yeah, well, I had some help. The guys across the hall work at one of those furniture stores that specialize in this contemporary style. I can hook you up and see about getting them to help you.”

“I doubt I make the money for this” I replied shaking my head, trying to image the Wesley I knew coming to this point.

“Enough about the décor, what do you want to drink? I’ve got beer, whiskey, gin and vodka.”

“Vodka tonic if you have…”

“Coming right up; grab a seat. The pizza should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

I moved into the living area and sat on the sofa. I wanted us to sit close. I wanted to feel an intimacy between us that had never had the opportunity to exist before. I watched Wesley come into the room with a drink in each hand. Sit on the sofa I repeated over and over to myself as I watched him set one glass in front of me and the other at the other end of the coffee table then ease down on the sofa.

We sipped at our drinks while Wesley brought up some music through the television. It was something I’d never heard before. Electronic in composition, but mellow, no vocals, just the soft rhythm of sound. The doorbell rang.

“That will be the pizza” said Wesley as he went to the door.  He returned with a large pizza and we sat leaned forward pulling pieces straight from the box. “I know I shouldn’t eat this shit, but damn it’s good” Wesley said between bites.

“It is good” I replied as I pulled another slice from the box.

“What is this job you start on Monday?”

Between bites I told him of the social work the organization performed and what my job would be starting out. After the two years in Africa I couldn’t bring myself to take some nine to five corporate job. Looking around the room I knew I would never be able to afford the lifestyle Wesley had, but I also knew I didn’t have the desire to pursue it either.

When we had ate our fill, our glasses refilled we sat back on the sofa and for a moment neither of us said anything. The music had changed, a more upbeat song began to play. It was faster, something I imagined would be played in a club somewhere. It seemed to add to the tension that developed in the room. I felt my heart rate increase as I hoped something more was going to happen. I wanted Wesley to start something. To reach over and touch me in some manner, or say something that led to one thing, then another.

“Kenny.”

“Yeah.”

Wesley sat up and moved closer.

“Will you stay tonight? I mean…nothing has to happen, but…”

I sat up and put my hand on his thigh causing him to stop talking.

“Wesley, at the moment it is what I want too.”

As I moved to him, he began to close the gap till our lips touched. Then we kissed open mouthed and Wesley’s hands were holding me by the side of the neck as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He pushed me back till I lay in the corner of the sofa, and he moved on top of me. I felt the weight of his body, the way it moved, pressed down on me and I ran my hands from his hips up and around till I was pushing his t-shirt upward, my hands touching his bare back. I felt one of his hands rest on my chest, then move downward, gently, fingers barely touching me through my shirt. He kept moving down till I felt him manipulating my cock, fingers digging into the crotch of my jeans. He kissed my neck, tongued my ear sending shivers down my spine. Then he tugged on the earlobe and whispered, “I want you.”

Wesley slipped down on the floor on his knees and began to unbutton my shirt. He was in no hurry, working each one free with care. He spread it open and ran his hands over my chest, raked them over my nipples making them protrude out hard, sensitive to his every touch. His hands moved down along my sides and held my waist as he leaned over and kissed my chest, then the right nipple. He tongued it making me shudder then he nipped it with his teeth and I moaned at the pain and the pleasure of it. I felt his hands at my khakis, the manipulation of the belt, the button followed by the zipper. They loosened around my waist and a hand worked the front of my boxers till it was grasping my cock. I grew hard quickly.

“Wesley…please.”

He sat up and worked my shirt off my shoulders and I leaned up helping him remove it. I reached out and took his t-shirt by the hem and lifted upward. He raised his arms letting me remove it. I saw the change in his body. Lean, muscular, a small amount of chest hair between his nipples. It was dark red, like the hair on his head, and I raked my fingers through it then over one nipple.

He reached for the waistband of my khakis and I raised my ass letting him slip them down my legs. He worked them off each leg and gently laid them on the coffee table. My cock obscenely tented my boxers, and I couldn’t help it. I flexed it and Wesley watched how it moved within them. He reached out and slipped two fingers through the fly and touched me. I gasped at the contact, while watching him fish my cock out. The flared head slipped free along with most of my shaft. He stroked me, milked the shaft, then using only a couple of fingers he toyed with the head. Lightly he touched it, circled its shape then rubbed the slit and I balled up my fist and struggled to sit still.

Taking my boxers by the waistband he tugged them down working my cock back through the fly. My cock flopped against my stomach when freed of its confines as Wesley eased the boxers down my legs. I stepped out of them and watched as he tossed them on top of my khakis.

He moved up between my thighs, hands gliding along each one as he moved his head down between them. I felt his tongue touch my sac, rake over it moving each nut around causing me to spread my legs more. He dragged his tongue upward till he was raking it along my shaft. I felt every inch of his touch, the way his tongue glided wetly along the smooth skin. At the head he swirled his tongue around it, bore into the slit with its tip then took me in his mouth.

His hands moved up my sides and over my chest as his mouth worked my cock. I grew as hard and erect as one could. I my cock ached for release. I felt the pressure of his lips as they moved along the shaft. I felt his tongue raked along the shaft then work the head. Struggling to hold still I found myself pumping upward with my hips, pushing my cock further into Wesley’s mouth.

“Suck me…” I uttered as I shifted down further, legs spread as wide as I could while pumping my hips.

Wesley sat up and we watched my wet cock bob up and down over my abdomen. He stood and began to undo his jeans. I sat up and pushed him to step back so I could move down on my knees in front of him.

“Let me” I whispered as I took his jeans by the waist and eased them down. His white boxer-briefs came into view as I got the jeans over the curvature of his ass and down his legs. He helped me work each foot free and I tossed the jeans into a nearby chair. I pressed my face into the crotch of his boxer-briefs feeling the hard shaft push back. I mouthed it, working my way along its length till the head was in my mouth. I tongued it through the fabric till it was wet.

Pulling back, I could see the head of Wesley’s cock through the wet fabric and I reached up and ran my finger around it, tracing the flared head and down along the shaft. Then I took those boxer-briefs by the waistband and tugged them down. I wanted him naked, stripped of every stitch of clothing. Nothing less would do. His cock stuck out hard, angled upward, drool beginning to pool in the slit then drip down.

“Kenny…” Wesley whispered as he watched me capture the drool from his cock on my tongue, rising up till I could capture the head of his cock in my mouth. His hands held onto my shoulders as if he was going to lose his balance. I sucked him into my mouth, felt that shaft fill my mouth and the head push into my throat threatening to cut off my air. I slowly stroked my own cock, feeling my hand get slick as I worked my mouth on Wesley’s cock.  Within minutes I felt him swell bigger, his cock nearly gag me then explode in my mouth filling it with his load. He shuddered and cried out with each ejaculation.

I took it all, every drop, then milked the shaft with my lips to get more. He pushed me off begging me to stop. I held him by the waist and guided him around to the sofa. I guided him down onto his back. Slipping my arms behind his legs I rose and moved over him. I brought his legs up folding him in half till his ass turned up to my cock. I pushed down, nudging his ass, letting my wet cock rub along it then slid along the side of his cock, still hard, still leaking.

I pulled back, aimed my cock and pushed forward again. My cock pushed against his hole, feeling the resistance. He was tight, and I pushed harder till the head of my cock breached it. He shivered beneath me as I pushed the head of my cock through that tightness, then inch after inch of my shaft. I slowly disappeared into his hole till my abdomen pressed down on his ass.

“Fuck…Fuck me, Kenny. Please…”

I pulled back easing my cock out of his hole till only the head was trapped inside him. Then I pushed back in, faster this time, all the way in one smooth move. I felt him push upward, arching his back stretching out his torso. I leaned down and kissed his collar bone, the indention at the base of his neck, and up his neck. Then to his ear.

“Take me” I whispered as I began to fuck, to drive my cock into his depths in a primitive rhythm devoid of conscious thought. I just fucked, drove my cock into his hole, over and over and over till he was clinging to my body and begging me to fuck him harder. Increasing my pace, I did, fucking him as hard as I could.

Sitting up on my knees, I took his legs and held them together as I pushed them over against the back of the sofa, twisting Wesley at the hips. I put my cock back to his hole and pushed in hard, all the way and began to fuck again. I was rough with Wesley, jerking his body into a better position to take me, to let me drill into his depths. I felt the heat of my own body, the wetness forming on my skin as I hammered my cock in his hole. And he continued to beg me to fuck him harder.

Wesley was stroking his own cock as I fucked him. I felt my own release grow imminent. The way my body was tensing up, my cock growing more sensitive and my mind a blank, I could think of nothing but this fuck.  My rhythm grew ragged, slamming my cock into Wesley’s depths. I pushed his legs tight to the back of the sofa and leaned over his prone body. I held myself up and piston my cock in his hole as fast as I could. Wesley began to shake, to cry out and I saw the cum spatter his face and chest.

Seeing him cum pushed me over the edge, my cock grew ramrod straight as it got thicker, the head flared out wider, and I buried it in Wesley, all the way and tried to shove deeper as I came. Each ejaculation caused me to push against his ass trying to get another inch inside his hole as I filled it with my load.

By morning, lying in Wesley’s bed, the covers pushed off the foot of it and the sheet twisted around our bodies, I woke sore and spent. We had fucked twice more once we got into his bed. I woke to Wesley holding me against his chest, his body spooned up to mine. It seemed right, waking up like this. I eased out of his arms and out of bed. I had to piss in the worst way.

After relieving myself, a hot shower was in order. I hadn’t been in it long when I heard Wesley relieving himself, I looked around the curtain, watching him piss, the steady stream coming out of his cock. My eyes roamed over his body, the tight leanness of it. Muscular for labor in the field that no gym could match. He smiled at me as he finished then stepped into the tub with me.

“Need me to wash to your back?” Wesley asked sarcastically.

Six Months Later

I rushed back to Wesley’s after work to change clothes for a fundraiser that evening. Racing up the stairs and down the corridor to his door I thought of the conversation we had that morning. Wesley had been pushing me for months to sell the few pieces of furniture in my apartment and give it up. I had done nothing to it since we met. Not one additional piece of furniture, not one kitchen utensil and nothing personal to accent the place. Even the walls were still bare. He said the place was worse than a staged apartment for promotion. But I had held on to it, afraid to give it up in case things didn’t work out between us. I was afraid it was some nostalgia that held us together, something that wouldn’t last. But things had gotten better, those moments when one of us was unsure how the other would respond far less often.

As I showered and changed clothes, I realized Wesley was right. There would never be a time when I couldn’t project some doubt on our relationship, some lingering fear things could come undone, no matter how unlikely that seemed at the time. He was going to be late getting home but would meet me at the event. I grabbed up my wallet, phone and keys and started for the door. Stopping, I pulled out the notepad we used to make lists and leave messages to each other. I rushed to write the note, cross the t’s and dotting the I’s with a flourish. Then I headed out, locking the door behind me.

I thought about what Wesley would do when he read the note, knowing it would probably bring out that smile he had when he got his way.

Wesley

You’re right. I’ll call my apartment office tomorrow and set up stopping my lease asap. I think I’ll donate the furniture, what there is of it, to charity. 

I’ll see you later.

Love Kenny

PS: wear the green shirt, the one I like so much.