First Date

Justin glanced at his watch once again seeing only five minutes had passed. He paced back and forth from his small living room through the dining area into the kitchen and back. He had sat on the sofa, picked up the book on the Smoky Mountains, held it a moment and set it back down. He looked at social media on his cell phone, constantly glancing at the time. It was too early to expect Erik, but his nervousness and excitement had gotten the better of him. This was his first real date, the first time to actually go through the ritual of dinner, a movie and maybe drinks afterward at one of the bars. All through high school he had contemplated this ritual, wondered what it would be like as he listened to his classmates describe going out on dates. He had known being gay and closeted in a rural county school was temporary, the near future of college and the freedom it brought always in front of him. He saw the news, the social media posts, and read blogs online where gays in high school were out, open to date and be a part of the rituals. But his high school had been so small and in such a conservative place he just didn’t dare tempt fate. And all through those last three years he had never, not once, sensed one of the other guys could be gay.

Sliding the glass door open Justin stepped out on the narrow balcony and watched the flow of pedestrians and traffic below, the steady stream of activity as the memories of growing up gay came to him, those times that led to this moment, another milestone in his life. He remembered the first time another boy made him feel different, an awakening to his sexuality he had yet to understand. He was nine, an impossibly young age it now seemed, but he had begun to understand why he was drawn to certain male leads in television shows and movies and why he felt a certain nervousness around other boys, especially those older, more mature. But on a cold wintery night riding in the back of a pickup sitting next to Bobby he had felt the first stirrings of attraction.

Bobby’s father had needed some help repairing the fence around the main pasture. Their bull had forced his way through an old section early that morning forcing repairs that could not wait. Justin had stayed overnight, something Bobby and he had been doing for a couple of years. They were best friends, their families in the same church and their homes only a mile apart, an easy bicycle ride. After getting the bull into a back pasture and the remainder of the herd moved in with him, Bobby’s father got the two of them to go with him. Bobby drove the tractor, shifted up to the front edge of the seat so he could reach the clutch and brakes, while Justin kept by Bobby’s father handing him the tools he needed or helping to guide the barbwire in place.

They thought they would be complete by mid-afternoon but there were additional sections that needed repair and it was after dark when they finished, working in the headlights of the truck, their bodies aching with fatigue and hunger. Finally finished they parked the tractor under a tree for the night and headed back to the house. Bobby and Justin, as they always did, hopped into the bed of truck, sitting with their backs to the cab. They sat in silence, exhausted with their faces smeared with the black film from the new wire and the dirt from the old, watching the pasture recede past them as the truck moved along the two-track lane around the perimeter of the pasture. Even with their heavy coats, long johns underneath their clothes and thick work gloves they felt the cold and naturally sat close to each other, their lean adolescent bodies touching along their arms and along their legs.

Justin began to sense this contact, even with all the layers he was wearing, a superficial intimacy which caused him to glance over at Bobby wondering if he could see some aspect in his face that reflected what he was feeling. Bobby was looking upward at the night sky, a few small clouds glowing silvery in the moonlight and all around them stars, too numerous to contemplate. Justin realized Bobby was elsewhere in his thoughts, unaware of their closeness, this contact between them. But for Justin the miraculous was in the bed of the truck, not in the sky, for he began to understand, to realize what all his past longings were about, this focus on other boys and men. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but just a sense of attraction to another boy. And he knew it made him different from Bobby.

Looking down Justin saw the light blonde hair, so light it looked almost white in the streetlights, coming down the sidewalk, then the tall lanky body dressed in black jeans and a black coat, just a silhouette among the other pedestrians. The sight of Erik caused him to smile. Stepping back inside he closed the glass door and grabbed his coat that was draped over a dining chair. Slipping it on he waited for Erik to make his way up.

It was a crossed path meeting for the two of them, a shared English class, the same break in their class schedule on Monday and Wednesday finding them in the main cafeteria sometime after one o’clock then the connection online, both on the same social media site for gays looking to meet someone. Three weeks into their first semester of freshman year found them posting back and forth online and then in class this morning sitting together talking before and after class at the coincidence of their meeting, all the times they had crossed paths and noticed the other in English or in the cafeteria. For Justin there was their differences, how he looked at Erik as something exotic, the Danish heritage evident in his features with his tall lean body, several inches taller than his own five nine. He considered himself average; average build, average brown hair color, dull green eyes, nothing special. He didn’t think negatively of himself just that he blended into the crowd, for better or worse. But Erik seemed to stand out, to tower over most of the other guys, and the slow precise way he spoke with the New England clip to his speech seemed to give serious weight to everything he said. Justin had been drawn to Erik in their  first class together, and over the first few days he moved closer and closer till he was sitting behind him, just to his right, where he could watch him, study his movements, the way he slowly twirled his pen as he spoke in class, the way he always raked the side of his right hand across his notebook to make sure it was flat, ready to write upon and the way he bent his knees bringing his feet back and crossed whenever he sat up, leaned forward trying to hear every syllable of what the instructor was saying or was answering a question.

Justin wanted to reach out and touch him, to let his fingertips graze along the smooth fair skin, to feel the soft downy blonde hair he could faintly make out along the forearm or the smooth almost beardless chin or the high cheeks slightly rosy in color when Erik first arrived in class. Just a touch was all he wanted at first, the simplest of connections between two people.

Justin remembered the first time he dared touch another boy. It seemed so innocent at the time, especially in how he hid his true motive. That summer day came to him, the heat of it, the stillness of it, how they had been in the creek swimming then in the old live oak, balanced on a long-outstretched limb over the water.

The creek flowed slowly underneath them, its surface broken with swirls and ripples that revealed its movement. It was mid-afternoon, and the heat of summer made the hot humid air feel thick, everything having to move slowly through it, even the creek. Gnats formed thick clouds hovering over the water. Except for their banter it was quiet, with only the chirp or caw of a bird in the woods breaking the silence.

The four of them had rode their bikes to the creek, nearly ten miles away for Justin and Bobby, only Ryan lived nearby. T-shirts tossed over the handle bars the four boys had ran into the water, wrestling and roughhousing till they were into the narrow deep channel. They wore the swimsuits of country boys, cut off jeans or cargo shorts worn and frayed. They swam up and down the channel, climbed up in the live oak and dove or jumped into the narrow channel and horsed around in the water till they were fatigued, their skinny legs and arms aching from their exertions. One by one they had climbed back into the live oak sitting next to each other, water dripping from their hair and from the fabric of their shorts. Three of them, Justin, Bobby and Steve were twelve and Ryan would be in a month. They were in many ways alike, same similar skinny builds, all four of them wearing their hair long, down over their ears and foreheads, and each one talked with the dialect of their region, their thick southern accents more pronounced when they were alone, the words flowing freely, the coarse jokes, the profanity that easily wove into their stories or simplest of statements. But there were differences too, some differences they were all aware, but for Justin there was one difference he dared not admit. He tried hard not to stare, to look at Steve’s armpit hair, the dark thickness of it making him look so much more mature for Bobby and Ryan had less and he had almost none. Eyes glancing down he saw the dark hairs matted to Steve’s calves and he deliberately rocked his leg over brushing it against Steve. Even with the chill of the cool water trickling down their skin the touch sent a warm sensation through him.

Legs dangling, feet rocking back and forth, while Ryan and Bobby joked around about getting a canoe and going downstream all the way to the Gulf of Mexico, Justin let his eyes roam upward along Steve's body. He wondered about this fascination, the way it made him feel, struggling with this attraction to another boy. Eyes moving upward, Justin eventually saw the trickle of blood, a thin line running down Steve's upper arm.

"You're bleeding" said Justin as he pointed to the line of blood.

"Shit...I did it awhile ago climbing up; must've caught it on one of those nails in the trunk" replied Steve nodding toward the live oak's trunk.

"It don't look too bad" said Steve as Justin reached over and ran his index finger upward wiping the blood off. Steve flinched when he raked over the small cut and he cut his eyes up looking at Steve who watched his finger slowly circle the wound.

"Careful...asshole" Steve uttered as he watched Justin's finger.

"It's stopped bleeding" said Justin as he finally pulled back and looked away, eyes back on the creek. He knew it was irrational the way that casual touch made him feel. A simple gesture that was not a push or a shove, some wrestling rough housing around.

"Last one in is a pussy" Bobby cried out as he slipped off the limb and splashed into the water, followed by Ryan, Steve and finally Justin who hesitated, just for a moment, as he rubbed his fingers together smearing the final remnant of Steve’s blood thinking of the way Steve’s skin felt to the touch.

Erik led Justin several blocks away from campus into one of the older business districts. They strolled past a gallery opening, a used bookstore with patrons standing at a display talking, a woman's clothing store and finally to a small cafe, the small window next to the front door containing an occupied small four top table that filled its small space. Erik approached the hostess and they were led to a small table along the side wall sitting in its own niche. The hostess lit the candle and told them to enjoy their dinner as she smiled at Justin then Erik before going back to the front.

Justin felt his nervous slowly fade away, their conversation quickly becoming casual. They had talked a great deal in the last couple of days till there was a familiarity between them. Was this what it was like for straight people Justin wondered. There was no need to hide the fact they were on a date, nor concern of judgmental eyes watching them.

They shared a desert, taking turns forking the cheese cake. And when the waitress was getting their check Erik told of his great-great grandfather coming to the states, sailing into New York and eventually settling in Virginia. It was such an adventurous story, nothing like the stories his own family told at reunions or other gatherings. Erik paid and led Justin back out to the sidewalk.

"The movie starts at nine and it'll take us about thirty minutes to walk over" said Erik as he slipped his arm around Justin's causing them to fall into step together.

"After the movie you want to go back to my apartment?" asked Justin after a moment of silence between them, worried he was being too forward, the insinuation obvious.

Erik gave a soft laugh and pulled Justin closer, "of course" he whispered as if his response was a secret.

At the cinema they got their tickets and made their way through the lobby, to theater 3, down the dark corridor then up the steps to their seats. Previews then the movie played in front of them, one scene unfolding into the next. Justin tried to stay focused on the movie but sitting next to Erik, the way their legs were touching, hands locked together with thoughts of the possible intimacy later, it was nearly impossible. This was his first date, but it wouldn't be his first time with another guy.

He had considered his time with Ben as something that was special, an encounter between two young guys against the odds. Graduation was only weeks away, that weekend of his prom, an event he was not attending. Instead he had drove into town and cruised around till he grew bored and parked at the drive-thru where others parked. He'd been sitting on the tailgate watching others drive by, some he recognized but most unknown to him when an older Mustang pulled in next to him.

Justin didn't feel left out or alone, instead he felt defiant, not willing to play along even if he kept his homosexuality to himself. The whole idea of the prom seemed silly, the way so many put so much importance on it. The silly gowns and ugly suits, and then there was the theme. Wearing a muscle shirt and jeans, his favorite pair, worn and frayed, both knees blown out, the contrast to what Bobby, Steve and Ryan had to wear was satisfying. He knew he was still lean compared to the guys who played football, but he had been working out and he knew he had a good build, one some of the girls in school had acknowledged as they flirted with him.

He had started to get up and get back into his truck and cruise around some more when a Mustang pulled in next to him on his driver's side. It was an older model, its black paint showing a few scratches along the sides. Leaning back on his hands, his body stretched out he watched the shadow of the driver inside moving around before the door opened. The dome light revealed its driver, thick wavy black hair and dark olive toned skin, the guy was attractive, and Justin found himself staring. He knew it wasn't wise, but he couldn't stop himself as he watched the guy climb out, close the door and head toward the restaurant. Justin watched him and when the guy looked his way, their eyes locking together, he held the eye contact and nodded his head in a casual greeting. The guy smiled back and gave him a wave. Justin followed him with his eyes till the guy disappeared inside.

Leaning forward, hands holding the edge of the tailgate he watched the parade of cars circling around the drive-thru. Sports cars with modified engines, little economy sedans and coupes, SUVs and pickups drove by with others around his own age, each out looking to meet up with friends or make some connection with someone new. Patiently Justin waited, wanting to see the Mustang's owner come back. Glancing at his watch he saw it was only nine thirty, still early, knowing the prom was just getting started.  Glancing over to the Mustang he wondered what was taking the guy so long. A shadow moved over his legs and in front of him and suddenly he sensed someone to his left.

"It's a 2012 model" said a voice to his left causing him to look around. The guy stood by the fender of the truck bed, right at the back end, arms resting on top, a drink in one hand.

"Looks nice" Justin replied, blurting out the first thing to come to mind.

"Oh hell it's not; you should see it in the light of day. The paint job is really bad."

"So, you're rough on it?"

"No...wasn't me. My sister had the car first and she beat the shit out of it. That is the third grill and bumper and the passenger door has been repaired twice."

"Jesus."

"Ben...and you are?"

"Justin."

"Tonight seems to be really hopping. Why are you out here alone?"

"Tonight is our prom and..." replied Justin stammering to a stop.

"I see. You must go to Anson County. A friend of mine is going with one of the guys in your class...Jason?"

"Yeah, Jason said he was taking someone from town."

"So why are you not at this big event?"

"I just wasn't interested in going."

Ben moved around and climbed up on the tailgate next to him. They watched vehicles parade by, Ben waving or yelling out at many of them.

"You going to college in the fall?" asked Ben looking around at Justin.

"Yep...to State."

"Nice. I'm going up north for college; can’t wait.”

"Anything to get away from here..." Justin replied in a low voice.

"Hey, let's go riding around...you wanna?"

"Yeah...sure. You want me to drive or you?"

"I'll drive and..." leaning over close to Justin, lowering his voice, "you need to go get a coke, a small coke."

"Okay" replied Justin smiling.

Drink in hand and truck locked up, Justin climbed into Ben's Mustang. As they waited to pull out Ben reached under his seat pulling out a bottle of bourbon.

"For these cokes."

They drove around the usual places, through the parking lot of the shopping center, a loop through the park and up through downtown. They didn't talk much, most of the time just glancing over at each other smiling mischievously. When Ben turned left in lieu of right, heading out of town instead of back the way they came Justin looked over surprised.

"Where are we going?"

"A surprise."

They drove out to a suburban neighborhood, turning on a secondary road, an area Justin had never been before. Ben eased along the quiet street passing large homes all lit up displaying their expensive landscapes. They turned onto another street then pulled into a drive up to a gate that Ben opened electronically from the car.

“This is the back service entrance to our family’s place.”

Easing along a narrow-paved drive, rising with the grade till they came upon what Justin thought was Ben’s home for it was much smaller than he expected.

“This is a family guest house. We use the ground floor for reunions and large gatherings. Upstairs are two guest suites. Our house is over there” said Ben pointing across a pond toward a large house on the next hill. Windows were lit up all along the ground floor as well as a couple of second floor windows. Parked behind the guest house Ben shut off the engine. “We’ll ease inside. Don’t turn on any lights or someone might see us.”

The interior was dimly lit, the moonlight casting a silvery light into the room. It was a large room, with dining tables on one side and a billiard table on the other. A small kitchen lined the far wall. Ben took Justin’s hand and led him past the kitchen to a stair. Slowly, careful with each step they climbed upward coming to a hall. Through the first door Ben led Justin into a guest room, laid out with a bed and sitting area.

“The bathroom is through there if you need it” said Ben pointing to a door on the right.

“Thanks, I do.”

Justin finished quickly and let Ben go next. He felt anxious, a kind of excited nervousness. He had imagined this scenario many times, this hooking up with a guy to explore his sexuality. He heard the toilet flush then water at the lavatory then silence. What is Ben doing in there he wondered.

Ben came out stripped down to his boxers. Even with the moonlight illuminating the room Ben’s dark skin and the dark boxers cast him in shadow. Crossing the room Ben moved up close to Justin, taking him by the chin as he brought their lips together. Justin felt hands on his waist, felt the way they tugged on the muscle shirt he was wearing lifting it upward. When Ben stepped back and tugged upward Justin raised his arms letting the shirt slip up and off. Justin felt Ben’s hands on his chest, softly, gently, moving over his skin. One hand raked over his nipples then downward over his stomach. He felt both hands at the front of his jeans, the tugging and pulling, releasing the button and undoing the zipper. He felt one hand slide down the front of his open jeans, slipping over the front of his boxers manipulating him, fingers groping along his thickening shaft.

“Take off your jeans” Ben whispered, and Justin slipped his shoes off, then each sock then worked his legs free of his jeans. When he stood up he felt his cock pushing outward against his boxers, straining for freedom. Ben reached for it, wrapped fingers around it moving them along its growing length.

“Shit” Justin uttered as he reached out taking Ben by the biceps of each arm to steady himself. He felt the flex of muscle as Ben toyed with his cock, stroked it, squeezed it and manipulated the head making him shudder and moan. His breathing grew ragged and heart beat loudly in his ears.

Ben released him then pushed gently down on his shoulders. He knew what Ben wanted. He wanted it to and he eased down on his knees, held Ben by each calf as he pressed his face into the front of the boxers. He breathed in deeply capturing the masculine scent then he mouthed the cock that pressed against his face. He felt its girth, the hardness of it as he worked his mouth from the base to the head. He sucked the head into his mouth, fabric and all, and tried to work his tongue over it. He’d imagined this so many times, at night masturbating in the dark, pretending he had another’s cock in his mouth. Now it was real, and so much better. It wasn’t just the act of taking another, it was the sensation of touch, smell, and the shared intimacy of it. Reaching up he took the waistband of the boxers and worked them over Ben’s erection and eased them down till they feel freely to the floor. Ben’s left foot stepped out of them and then he kicked them away with the right.

Justin could only see the dark silhouette of Ben, the outline of his body and the curved hard erection that stood out in front. Hands on both thighs he held himself steady as he moved the Ben’s cock. He ran his tongue along its length then swirled it over the head. Lips parted he then took it in his mouth, let it fill it, push back till he nearly gagged. He felt it flex in his mouth as he moved on it, rocking his head back and forth feeling the hard shaft slip wetly through his lips.

At times Ben let Justin manipulate him, stood still lost in the sensation of Justin’s mouth on his cock then he would hold him by the head and gently rock his hips back and forth, pumping his cock through those wet lips. It aroused Justin to feel this contact, hands holding him and cock moving in his mouth. He reached down and pushed his boxers below his cock and began to stroke it in rhythm with his suck. His hand grew wet and slick as his cock grew harder, so hard it ached.

Ben suddenly stepped back, took Justin underneath each arm and guiding him to stand. Gently he led him to the sofa, pushed him back to sit. Justin kept his left foot on the floor and raised his right up and onto the sofa spreading his legs as he shifted around leaning back across the seat of the sofa. Ben eased down between his spread legs, hands coming down on each thigh and as Ben moved up closer and closer those hands slid upward, along his thighs and his sides.

Justin spread his legs more, opening himself up to Ben, giving himself to him as he closed his eyes and lay back focused only the sensations of touch, the heat of the contact, the way Ben’s hands moved up his sides and over his stomach. Then he felt it, Ben’s mouth, hot, wet, touch his sac then the tongue moving over it, upward to the base of his cock. It didn’t stop, kept moving along his shaft till he felt the mouth close over the head and the tongue moving over it. He pushed upward and moaned loudly his approval.

When he felt his cock engulfed by the mouth, felt the wet slickness take him he trembled with the sensation. Ben sucked on it, mouth working up and down his shaft. All he could hear was the wet sound of Ben’s sucking and the pounding of his own heart. Ben pulled off for a brief moment then took him again as he felt wet fingers probing between his legs, rubbing along the skin below his sac till they touched his opening, rubbed over it, wetting it, making it slick. Involuntarily Justin pushed with his hips when the fingers centered their manipulation on his opening and he felt it, the penetration as one finger then the other slipped inside of him. Twisting and turning, pumping in and out, those fingers stretched him open, manipulated him till he was undulating beneath Ben’s ministrations.

“Oh…please…put it in me…fuck me” Justin pleaded as Ben drilled those two fingers into his hole.

Ben eased up, moved up closer taking Justin by the left leg dragging his body across the sofa into position.

“Jesus, I want to fuck you” exclaimed Ben as he put his cock to Justin’s opening and pushed.

Justin felt the thick cock breach his opening and the pain of penetration as he stretched open to take it. Ben pushed inward, easing inch by inch into his depths till he felt hips press tightly to his ass. Ben slowly fell into a rhythm, swinging his hips, working inward all the way then pulling back, over and over. The pace of their fuck increased as Justin cried out, hands on Ben’s thighs then his chest, any additional contact he could make as he took it, every thrust inward. It filled him, Ben’s cock, sinking into his depths and he arched his back and pushed to meet each thrust. Letting his left leg rest back on the floor Ben moved up and over him, hands on either side of his torso and increased his pace, hips smacking into his ass. Ben didn’t last much longer, soon his rhythm grew ragged, each forward thrust a shove, trying to get deeper till he cried out, loud, louder than any before. Ben’s whole body shuddered as he pushed inward one more time, hard, and held himself in place.

Justin knew Ben was spent as he held him in his arms, the sweaty body hot against his skin and its weight comforting. After a minute Ben stirred, rose up and helped him to sit up, feet on the floor, legs spread. He watched Ben reach down and stroke his erection, his fair skin glowing silvery and his cock glistening wetly in the moonlight shining into the room. Ben let him go and moved up over him, legs on either side as he hovered above. Starring into the dark silhouette of Ben’s face he felt a hand take his cock holding it up. He watched the movement of Ben’s body, slowly moving down till he felt the press against the head of his cock then the squeeze as it penetrated Ben’s opening. Ben kept moving down, slowly, and he felt his cock sink into the soft heat of Ben’s body.

All too soon Ben was riding him, up and down, roughly, taking the full length of his cock, over and over and over till he couldn’t hold back, felt his whole body grow rigid, ready for release.

“Fuck…FUCK…I’m going to…” exclaimed Justin as he shoved upward hard with the explosion of release.

As soon as they settled down from their exertions, the release that exhausted them, they had to rush to get dressed. It was getting late and their parents would be expecting them home soon. They slipped out they way they came in, easing back to Ben’s car, down the service road and to the drive-thru where Justin’s truck sat waiting.

For the rest of the summer till Ben left first for college, it was one quick rendezvous after another. Never anything serious, no nights spent together, always the quick hook up. They both knew it was temporary, this moment between them for each had plans, goals in life that would take them in different directions. But for Justin, it was an experience with another guy he wouldn’t forget, no matter how it was all based on physical need and nothing more. It gave him more confidence and showed him ways of pleasing another that no fantasy or blog or porn site online could ever teach him.

They exited the theater to find it was sprinkling rain, a slow drizzle that had everything wet.

“Well shit…should we call for a ride?” asked Justin as they stood under the canopy.

“Nah, let’s go for it. We won’t melt” replied Erik in a playful tone.

They jogged along the wet sidewalks for a couple of blocks, laughing and joking around, then settled into a walk as they held hands and accepted getting wet. Others they passed, umbrellas held over their heads, smiled at their silliness, the carefree attitude. Justin never felt so normal, or that he really fit in. They arrived at his apartment with wet heads and arms, but it was enough to make them shiver from the cold. Inside they hung their coats over the backs of dining chairs and began to strip out of their wet clothes. Shoes and socks set on the tile at the entry door then moving into the bedroom, shirts and pants till they stood in their underwear, Justin in boxers and Erik in boxer briefs.

Justin saw how Erik’s skin changed tone, rosy reds on his face and the rest of him a colder white. Glancing in the mirror he saw his own shivering body, the way he was also red in the face, especially his nose and ears.

“You want to take a hot shower?” asked Justin knowing it was inviting things to progress quickly.

“Yes” replied Erik, his voice quivering and humorous in tone.

The steam rose up from the spray, quickly warming the small bathroom as Justin kept his back to Erik slipping off his boxers. He sensed movement behind him and knew Erik was doing the same as he stepped under the shower. The water stung his hands and feet, warming them too quickly but he stayed under the shower letting it cascade down his body. Erik moved in behind him and arms came around his waist bringing their bodies together. Justin felt the coolness of Erik’s skin that quickly warmed under the water. He put his hands on the wall leaning toward it as Erik leaned against him. Erik’s hands moved slowly up and down his chest and stomach causing him to feel a real sense of his own body, the sensual nature of it. Glancing down he saw how he was responding from his nipples down to his rising cock.

Erik kissed the back of his neck as one hand grasped his cock, stroked it slowly causing him to push back against him. He felt the hardness between them, Erik’s cock pressed against his ass. Reaching around slipping his hand between them he took it, felt its girth within his fingers. Erik pulled back giving him the room to manipulate it, to stroke its length as he felt the ministrations on his own cock.

“Fuck…do me…put it in me” Justin uttered as he brought Erik’s cock down to his opening and held it in place. He felt Erik push against him, felt his own tightness struggle to accept the penetration. Erik nipped the back of his neck and held his cock in a tight grasp as he pushed harder till Justin felt the pain of penetration. He opened to it, stretching to take inch after inch. Head down he felt the cascade of water over his body, the press of flesh as Erik leaned against his back, cock sunk all the way inside of him, every sensation drove his arousal. Erik stroked him in the same slow rhythm of their fuck. Slowly pulling back then easing back in, inch after inch sliding through his tight opening till he loosened to it, felt himself relax to this fuck.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder” Justin uttered as he pushed back to take Erik once again. Erik took him by the waist and increase his pace, drove inward harder and harder. Justin’s hands pushed against the wall with every inward push. Erik’s pace increased till his cock flopped up and down. He pressed the side of his face to the tile wall and continued to rock with their fuck.

“Jesus…oh FUCK” Erik cried out slamming into his hole.

Justin felt the way Erik sank all the way into his body and held still, felt Erik shivering against him.

Erik pulled back and guided Justin to turn around. He went down on his knees and took Justin, slipping his mouth down the hard shaft. Reaching up and behind, Justin grabbed the pipe going to the shower head balancing himself as he stood on his toes working his hips. He drove himself into Erik’s willing mouth. Too aroused and too excited with their fuck and he quickly grew short of breath, felt his body grow rigid and he came, hard, jabbing forward with every ejaculation, feeling the suction on his cock.

They were exhausted when they stepped out of the shower where they dried each other. Justin then led Erik to his bed, covers pulled back they were soon laying spooned together, breathing slowed, lost to sleep. For hours they slept till Erik moved up behind Justin, pressing their bodies together. It stirred Justin half awake and he pushed back encouraging Erik. Their movements were slow, languid, hands gliding over warm skin till Erik was pushing against Justin, his erection pressed against the tight opening till it slowly accepted him, stretched open taking each inch as Erik slowly, gradually, worked himself into Justin’s depths. It was a slow fuck, every touch arousing. Justin felt every warm exhale by Erik on his neck as he took each deep penetrating push inward.

Erik’s pace increased along with his arousal and he pushed Justin onto his stomach as he moved on top. He fucked with an increasing pace till frantic, driving inward harder and harder.

“Oh fuck…fuck…” Justin whispered, his voice barely audible, as the bed squeaked with their movement. Erik drove inward hard, pushed in all the way and lay on his back shuddering with release.

The sun was coming in around the blinds, its slant angled steeply down indicating it was near noon. Stirring from their sleep Justin was soon on Erik, working his cock deeply into his depths. Erik’s legs were looped around his waist as he fucked him, fucked till his release surged through his cock and he lay on top of Erik jamming his cock inward with each ejaculation.

They laid in bed most of the day, naked, taking each other at will. They finally got up late in the evening going out to an all-night diner. The weekend was only half over and after the late meal they went back to Justin’s apartment to make the most of it.

One year later

Justin slipped out of bed and went to the window. It was early, shadows long across the lawn and parking lot outside his window. The light was soft, everything glowing warm in the early light. He stretched his arms out to either side and twisted his torso stretching his muscles. He had an exam at ten that morning and some research to do in the library, and later that night was dinner with Erik.

Turning he saw Julio lying on his bed, the sheet twisted around his torso, legs and upper torso sticking out. He smiled at how strongly he slept, dead to the world. They had been together for four months and so far, the two of them seemed to want the same things in life. Looking back out the window he remembered that first date from a year ago, the one with Erik. They had dated for about a month but eventually Erik admitted he wanted to meet other people, wanted to be more carefree during his time at college. So, they went from dating to being friends. Now they got together every other week or so for dinner. Always with whomever they were dating at the time, the four of them enjoying an evening at one of the restaurants close to campus, or on occasion, making the walk to that little place he and Erik had gone on that first date. For months Erik showed up with a different guy, never dating one guy or another more than a couple of weeks, that is until Vince, the music major he met last spring. Maybe this was the one, but with Erik he knew you could never be sure. For Justin he had only dated two guys since Erik. Luke was an English major and in the end a bit too intense for him. It would be three weeks before he even tried to meet someone else and to his surprise it was one day on campus, just walking from one class to another, and Julio had stopped him, recognizing him as someone he had seen in one of the bars. Julio was so extroverted and outgoing, and there was something comforting about it, they way he introduced himself and as casually as asking for directions, asked him on a date.

Glancing at his watch Justin realized he needed to get moving. He turned and walked by the foot of his bed, bending over so he could let his fingers graze over Julio’s left calf. Julio stirred as he moved into the bathroom, smiling at how good he felt to touch that warm firm flesh.