Coming Out: Elliott and Bruce

From Part 2

I kissed him back, and I sensed his lips parting slightly. I lifted my hands to his waist. I felt a tingling sensation down to my toes. I stepped back to see that Elliott was looking at me intensely. I wanted so badly to trust him. Would I be able to?

I leaned in to kiss him again. I did trust him. I’d told him I was gay; I’d told him about my parents, and I’d told him about my only sexual experience. He’d accepted me. I reached for the doorknob; the key was still in the lock, but I hadn’t turned it yet. I pulled back and turned to unlock the door. Elliott pushed up against me.

Pushing the door open to let us in, I stepped into the dimly-lit apartment. I closed the door and latched it. Elliott stepped into me again. His lips brushed against my cheek. “Don’t let anything happen that you don’t want. OK?”

I realized I was breathing heavily, and my mouth felt dry. “I need a drink of water. You?”

“Sure. We should put this in your refrigerator.”

I took the box with the leftover pizza and put it in my almost empty fridge. I got two bottles of water from the shelf on the door and stepped back toward him. I looked at Elliott, at the entirety of him, not just his face. I hadn’t noticed before that he was attractive overall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was in his stocking feet. I kicked off my shoes as well. He was about an inch taller.

I knew I was five-ten and barely one hundred forty pounds. I wasn’t thin; I was skinny, scrawny. Elliott took the bottle of water and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the base of my neck. “Want to sit on the couch? His head motioned toward my beat-up sofa. It had been in my grandparents’ basement for years. Countless kids had jumped on it, but I found it comfortable and comforting.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Let me sit first; I want you to sit with your body leaning into me. I like feeling you against me.” He grabbed my hand and walked to the sofa pulling me with him. He sat with one leg on the sofa, the other on the floor with the arm of the sofa partially supporting his back. He patted between his legs. “Will you sit here?”

I sat with my ass against his crotch, my back against his chest. He nuzzled my neck, kissed my ear, and then took a sip from his water bottle. It reminded me of a cowboy fantasy I had. The only thing different was that Elliott wasn’t in a cowboy hat and he wasn’t sipping on a long-neck beer.

Elliott wrapped his arms around me. “You make me feel safe. I don’t remember feeling this good about things, about my life. You’re the kind of man I could fall in love with.”

“Do you think you will?” he asked.

I smiled. “I don’t believe in Tarot cards, but we could go find a medium for fun.”

“I know. That’s a silly question. It’s strange, but I have a sense of protectiveness for you. I know that one person can’t really keep bad things from happening to another person, but… It’s hard to explain.”

“We’re going to be great friends; I can feel it.” I put both my legs on the couch. “Friends, friends with benefits, lovers, partners, spouses. You think that’s a path we might be on?” I pushed back into him a little more. One of his hands massaged my chest; the other moved to my stomach. I felt myself start to get hard. I felt a change in his groin as well.

“It’s a path I’d like to be on with you, to see how far we can travel.” He kissed my temple.

“I shared my deepest secret with you today.” His hand moved from my stomach to my hand. “I want to share the rest of me with you.”

“I want that, too.”

I rolled over and kissed him. All those years of dreaming about what it would be like to kiss someone again could not have prepared me. William’s kiss was closed-mouth and hard. Elliott’s lips were pillows of ecstasy. His tongue made love to my lips, and when our tongues touched, there was electricity.

We had to take a moment to breathe, and as we did, Elliott moved so his head was supported by the arm of the sofa. I moved my knees toward the center of the couch, and I began to unbutton his shirt. I exposed a gloriously hairy chest. Straight brown hair covered his pecs. His abdomen was smooth except for a small trail that led down to the region still covered by his pants.

I bent forward and rubbed my cheek against his chest. The thrill caused a surge in my groin. I licked his nipples. I sucked his nipples. He moaned each time. I started to lick the base of his neck, and I moved up to his chin and then his lips. He tried to pull my shirt over my head, but it was a button-down. I pivoted up and began to unbutton it, and he moved down to remove my belt and unbutton my pants.

I looked down at him as I pulled off my shirt.

“What is it, Bruce?” As he asked, he moved his hands to touch my underdeveloped chest. “Aw, fuck, Bruce, you are so fucking sexy.”

“You really want me?” I questioned. How could he call this skeleton of a body sexy?”

He sat up and pulled me to him. “Oh, hell yes. I want you.” He kissed me, on my mouth, on my neck, on my chest, on my navel. “I’ve never met a sexier man, Bruce. I’m so hard right now because you are so hot.”

At that moment I couldn’t decide what I wanted more, for him to come in my mouth or to come in my ass, but I knew that’s what I wanted. My hands went for his belt. I unfastened it then undid his pants. I pushed him back, got off the couch, and grabbed the cuffs of his jeans. Two tugs and they were on the floor. I could tell by the bulge in his underwear that his dick was erect and struggling to get freedom. I pulled the elastic down and began to lick his cock.

“Oh, wait. Fuck, Bruce, shit, you’re going to make me come. Oh, fuck.”

I wrapped my lips around his dick and held him in my mouth as my tongue continued to lash his shaft. I didn’t want to lose a drop, and his excitement was contagious.

“Oh, you fucker, you’re making me cum.” He shot into my mouth. It was wonderful. The salty taste of him; I swallowed, and he came again. I swallowed. He pushed me back. “Oh, fuck that was good. I… I…” He looked at me.

I smiled at him and licked my lips. “Why don’t we take a shower and crawl into bed,” I said because all my best fantasies started with a shower scene.

“OK.” His reply was simple but filled me with the promise of connecting with him on several more levels.

I slid the rest of my clothes off, and the two of us walked to the shower. My bathroom had no tub, and for the first time, I wished for one. I imagined us together, soaking in the water. I turned to the shower and started the water. Elliott pulled me to him again.

With his hand wrapped around my dick, he whispered in my ear. “Do you have any lube?”

“I just have some Aquaphor,” I told him.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s like Vaseline with a few extra things in it. I like to use it when I jerk off or when I finger myself. It’s hard to wash off the sheets, but it’s better than KY. KY dries out too fast and gets sticky.”

He gently squeezed my dick. “This is the only thing that should be ‘stick-y’,” he said.

I smiled. “You want my stick in your hole, do you? Because I want your stick in my hole.”

“I wish we could figure out how to do both at the same time,” he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

An image formed in my head of how we could fuck one another at the same time, but the logistics seemed too difficult. “Maybe we can try one day.” I ran the tip of my tongue over his ear.

“Fuck, what you do to me.”

“Let’s get in the water.” I pulled him into the shower stream and kissed him. There was something I always did in my fantasies, and I wanted to now. I turned Elliott so he faced the back wall of the shower. I got my scrubby and lathered it up before scrubbing his back. With my hand, I took the suds and washed his ass. I could tell, even before looking, that he had a hairy hole. I took the showerhead from its hook and I rinsed him. With all the soap one, I placed the head back on its attachment, dropped to my knees, and pulled his cheeks apart. His furry hole tightened and relaxed; it pulsated. I brought my face closer and ran my tongue around the ridge of it.

The squeal from Elliott reminded me of a little kid getting a toy he wanted. I began to lick more fervently, and using saliva, I teased his hole with my finger. His dick jerked up each time I thrust my finger into him.

“Fuck, Bruce. You’re going to make me come again.”

I stopped. I slowly removed my finger and stood up.

He turned to look at me. “You fucking tease.” He smiled. “You’ll pay for that.” He grabbed me by the waist.

I stepped toward him, and our wet bodies came in contact. I’d wanted to feel something like this for years. It was difficult to pretend that it was already happening.

Elliot put his forehead against mine. “Let’s dry off and get under the covers.”

I reached back and shut off the water. We stepped onto the bath mat, and I handed him a towel. I used another towel to dry his back and then toweled myself. “Before we go, shouldn’t I pack your heinie with some Aquaphor?”

“You plan on putting something there besides your finger, or was that your dick?” He laughed.

“No,” I replied. “I wasn’t planning on anything else; I just thought you might like some, but it’s OK. No lube. And if I decide to put my dick in there later, I’ll just rough it.”

He continued laughing.

“I’m not laughing. And you won’t be able to either.” I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes.

“Well, maybe you should use a little bit,” he said.

“Pussy.”

He laughed louder. “You can’t fool me, Bruce. You want me. I see it in your eyes, and I want you.”

“I do want you.” I opened the jar and put some on my fingers. I pushed my fingers between his cheeks. I rubbed ointment across his hole and then into it.

I turned and allowed him to do the same. When he penetrated me, he said, “He pushed in his thumb and felt a ripe plum.” His thumb moved back and forth. A loud rushing noise filled my ears and vertigo attacked me. I put my head down.

“Over here on the bed.” His strong arms directed me. “On your back, so I can see your eyes.” I complied. My dizziness lessened. “Stretch your legs apart.” I did.

I felt a pressure, a brief discomfort, and then the most incredibly wonderful feeling. As Elliott fucked me, he kissed me. He moaned. I moaned. He told me how good it felt to be inside me.

I could barely maintain my focus on him. It was a blitz, and I was being bombarded by pleasure bombs. I reached up to hold his face. His thrusts began to increase in frequency, like a steam locomotive leaving the station. He banged into me with more force. Then I felt him seed me. The second stretching of my insides. I closed my eyes and swallowed a deep breath. This was so much more than my first time. I pulled Elliott to me.

He got up on his knees and grabbed the lubricant. He lubed my cock and his ass. He held my dick and squatted onto it. The pressure and warmth that surrounded my shaft forced a gasp. Elliott looked down at me. “Fuck me, Bruce. Push yourself into me.”

I lifted my hips forcing my rod to penetrate him more deeply. Elliott’s eyes rolled back in his head. He sucked in a deep breath. His response drove me on; it excited me. I grabbed onto him and moved more rapidly in and out. I didn’t last a minute, and when I was finished filling his ass, I slumped back on the bed. Elliott threw himself next to me.

“We’ll use a different position when you’re ready to go again.” He actually giggled. I grabbed him and pulled him close. I realized that I was on the road to happiness. I hoped that Elliott wasn’t just a detour or another ‘learning experience.’ He snuggled his head against me, and I felt the fur of his chest against my side. My dick started to get hard again.