It had been over two years since I last talked to Hank. I was bit surprised when he called and wanted to meet me for coffee. It wasn’t like we were good friends, although we might have been if we had met under different circumstances. I agreed and we set up a meeting for Saturday morning at a coffee shop not far from my apartment.
Hank was already seated at a table when I arrived, I gave him a nod and went to get my coffee. Once I had my cup, I joined him at the table.
He gave me a smile, “Thanks for meeting me Ethan. What has it been? Two years?”
I nodded, “Yeah, about that I guess. How have you been?”
He said, “Good, how about you? Are things going okay?”
I took a sip of my coffee, “Yeah, I guess so.”
We sat in awkward silence for a few moments, I finally asked, “So what do you really want, Hank? You didn’t drive all the way to Hartford just to see if I was doing okay.”
Hank sighed as he told me the news that caused him to seek me out after two years.
He said, “I wanted to give you this.” He handed me an envelope.
I asked, “What is it?”
He said, “I don’t know, it was addressed to you. It’s from Eli.”
Hank downed the last of his coffee and said, “I’m glad you are doing well and I just wanted to make sure you got that letter.”
I stared at the envelope as Hank walked away. I wanted to know what was in that envelope but was afraid to open it. I finished my coffee and went back home. I sat there holding that envelope for another hour before I decided to open it.
Dear Ethan,
I trust you more than anyone else I have ever met, that is why I wanted to write to ask you a favor. Remember when I told you about my little brother Cyrus? Well, I have been hearing that he is headed down the wrong path since I have been away. The last letter I got from Aunt Claire was very concerning.
You don’t owe me anything, but I want to ask you to go check up on him for me. I don’t want him to end up like me, or worse. I will understand if you can’t or don’t want to do this.
I know I have no right to ask you this, but please promise me that you will check up on him.
Your Friend,
Eli
I folded the letter up and stuffed it back into the envelope. I let out a deep breath. After how Eli helped me out four years ago, how could I refuse?
I wiped the tear away from my eye. Yes Eli, I promise you that I will check on Cyrus for you. My mind suddenly thought back to how Eli and I first met. The whole story actually started a couple of years before that.
I had just turned 18 and graduated from high school. I still had no clue what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. The only thing I did know for sure was that I was gay, and my parents were not going to be happy about it. I cringed every time I thought about having that conversation.
I guess my high school years were okay, I wasn’t a straight A student, but my grades were good. I had a few friends, but I certainly wasn’t in the ‘popular’ kids crowd. I wasn’t picked on either, my group just stayed out of the way of the jocks and didn’t hang with the band and drama kids.
It was about the time that I turned 15, that I started to consider that I was gay. I suddenly noticed all my other classmates as we changed for gym class. I kept telling myself that it was just a phase that all guys go through. When all the other guys started dating girls and I knew I was not interested, I finally admitted the truth to myself. Throughout the rest of high school, I kept my secret and never told anyone, not any of my friends or even my little brother, Danny, and we told each other everything.
During our junior year, the rumors started about one of my classmates. Timmy Martin had never told anyone he was gay, but he fit all the stereotypes. He never dated another guy, or made a move on anyone, but he never dated a girl either. Of course, the same could be said about me. But his mannerisms made everyone talk. He carried his books against his chest like the girls instead of under his arms like the guys. He had a voice that was more feminine than masculine, he used his hands to talk. Like I said, all the stereotypes that were considered gay.
He was also active in drama, another silly stereotype. No one ever asked him and he never offered any information on the subject. I never really talked to Timmy other than to just say hi as we passed each other in the hall. We had different friend groups, so that wasn’t unusual, I also never picked on him like some of the others did.
I spent most of my time away from school trying to make money. When I was 12, my dad bought a new lawn mower. I talked him into letting me have the old one so that I could start a lawn mowing business. He just laughed, “If you can keep that piece of junk running, you can have it. Just remember you have to pay for your own repairs and gas. You can use the new mower only on our lawn and you will mow our grass before you mow anyone else’s.”
I never told dad that mom snuck me $20 to buy gas to get my business started. We agreed it would be our little secret. Our neighbor was retired and when he saw me working on the mower, he offered to help. He taught me about small engines and whenever I had problems, he would help me work through them. By the end of the summer, I had made enough money to buy a new mower for the next year.
As I got into high school, I had built up a nice little nest egg and a decent little business. Of course, by the time I turned 16, I had my eye on bigger things. When I asked dad about getting my driver’s license and a car of my own, he told me that I could get my license, but if I wanted a car, I would have to buy it myself.
I got a weekend job working at Lowes, loading the trucks that make deliveries to job sites. I sold my lawn mowing business to a younger kid that lived down the block. Along with that and what I already had saved and a few months working my new job, I had saved up enough money to buy myself a 15-year-old truck. It had a few dents and scratches, but it ran fine and got me to work.
I disappointed my father when I told him that I was not interested in going to college. The only thing that he agreed with me about was the fact that I would be wasting money if I took classes when I really didn’t want to be there. We compromised when we agreed that I would work for a year and talk about it after that.
After graduation, I was able to turn my part-time job at Lowes into full-time. Once I got my first paycheck, dad started to hint that I should either start to pay rent or find a place of my own. Mom talked him into letting me save a little money first and we would talk about it at the end of the summer. Her reasoning was that if I had gone to college, I would have stayed at home until school started. I shifted my plans from buying a newer truck to saving my paychecks in case I was forced to move out.
As I got into my routine at work, I was being trained in different departments. I was learning how to help customers find what they needed. I had just finished helping a lady select some caulk, I turned to see Timmy Martin standing there looking at all the door locksets we had on display.
I said, “Hey Timmy, can I help you?”
He turned to me, “Oh hi Ethan. Do you work here?”
I smiled, “Yes, do you need a new lockset?”
He shrugged, “I need a new doorknob. Is that the same thing as a lockset?”
I chuckled, “Yes, it is, sort of. A lockset usually refers to your front doorknob, one that locks. A doorknob is what goes on your bedroom or bathroom door.”
He sighed, “Yes, we need one that locks for the front door. My mom sent me here to get one and I have no idea what I am looking at. I just thought there would only be one kind.”
Thankfully, he had taken a picture of the old lockset, and he brought it up on his phone. From the picture I was able to find the right lockset and the right color.
Timmy let out a breath, “Well, that was harder than I thought. Now, trying to figure out how to install this thing is going to take me forever.”
I said, “It’s not that hard. From your picture I can see this is the same brand that you already have. You just have to remove these two screws from the old knob and there are two screws on the plunger. Then you just replace the plunger and put the new knob on.”
He gave me a deer in the headlights look. He said, “Maybe there is a YouTube video I can watch.”
I chuckled, “I’m sure there is.” I suddenly thought about Timmy being gay. I wonder if he really is and if he would be willing to talk to me about it. I decided to take a chance. I added, “I get off work in an hour, I would be happy to stop by on my way home to help you put this in.”
His eyes went wide, “Really, you would be willing to help me?”
I shrugged, “Sure, it will only take a few minutes.”
He gave me a smile, “Thanks, Ethan. I would really appreciate the help.”
He gave me his address and headed to the checkout. I took a deep breath; would I really be able to talk to Timmy about something so personal? First of all, I had no idea if Timmy was actually gay. I know he acted like what everyone else considers gay but was that proof? If he was gay, would he be willing to tell me? More importantly, would I have the guts to tell him that I thought I was gay?
I finished my shift and drove to Timmy’s house. I grabbed my toolbox from the back of my truck and walked to the front door. Timmy opened the door before I knocked. He said, “I can’t thank you enough for helping with this.”
I smiled, “No problem.”
I went to work, explaining everything I was doing as I worked. Hopefully Timmy will be able to complete the task should the need ever arise again.
He asked, “How did you learn how to do this?”
I said, “My dad taught me. He would always have me help him whenever he did repairs around the house. I also know how to replace a faucet, and he even showed me how to replace a light switch.”
Timmy sighed, “My dad left when I was 4, I haven’t seen him since. Mom always asks guys from church to fix things for us, and I guess I never watched them.”
I nodded, “Is your mom active in your church?”
He chuckled, “Oh yeah, very active. We have to go every Wednesday night for bible study and every Sunday for the regular service. She is also the church secretary, that’s where she is right now.”
Within fifteen minutes we had the new lockset installed. I handed him the new keys.
He said, “Thanks again, can I get you a water or anything to drink?”
I smiled, “Sure, some water would be great.”
He returned my smile, “Come on in.”
Timmy pulled two bottles of water from the fridge and handed me one. He asked about my job at Lowes, and I asked about his plans for college. He was a nice guy, maybe I should have talked to him more while we were in high school.
I’m not sure where the courage came from, I took a deep breath and asked, “Can I ask you a very personal question?”
Timmy looked a little concerned as he said, “Sure, I guess so.”
I said, “If you don’t want to answer, just say so and I won’t pressure you.”
He nodded, “Okay.”
I swallowed hard, “Are you gay?”
I could see the panic in his eyes. I gave him an out, I said, “If you don’t want to tell me, I understand.”
It was Timmy’s turn to take a deep breath. He said, “Everyone else thinks it’s obvious, you are the only person that didn’t assume I was and had the courage to ask me.”
I shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume anything just because of some stupid stereotypes.”
He rolled his eyes, “Can I ask you a question?”
I nodded, “Sure.”
Timmy asked, “Why are you asking if I am gay.”
I decided I had come this far, and I knew Timmy would be leaving for college soon. I just laid it all out there and hoped for the best, “I think I’m gay and I don’t have anyone to talk to about it.”
He stared at me for a moment and said, “Really, you think you’re gay?”
I nodded, “Yes. I hope you won’t tell anyone else. At least not until I can tell my family first.”
Timmy said, “Of course, I won’t tell anyone. To tell you the truth, it would be nice to talk to someone about this. Yes, I’m gay.”
We both relaxed, relieved to have someone to talk to. We talked for about an hour about our feelings and when we knew that we liked guys and not girls.
Timmy asked, “Have you ever done anything with another guy?”
I chuckled, “You are the only other person on this planet that I have told that I’m gay. No, I have not done anything with another guy, or anyone for that matter. Have you?”
He shook his head, “Nope, the same as you.”
We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. Timmy looked at the floor and muttered, “Do you want to try?”
I wasn’t sure I heard him right, but I didn’t want to make him more embarrassed. I asked, “Do you?”
He shrugged as he finally lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Maybe, but I don’t know what to do, how do you know what to do first?”
I stared into those big brown eyes; it was the first time that I ever noticed that eyes were something I found attractive. I had thought about what I wanted to try if I ever got a chance to be with another guy many times. I swallowed hard and said, “Would you like to start with a kiss?”
I could see Timmy thinking about my suggestion. He nodded, “If you want to.”
I walked toward him and leaned in until our lips met. We closed our eyes and kissed. We just shared a simple peck on the lips and then opened our eyes again. Timmy sighed, “I liked it.”
I gave him a slight smile and said, “So did I.”
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it was much longer, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Timmy shivered but soon followed my lead. I put my arms around him and our kiss only became more passionate. My first kiss was all that I had ever hoped for and more. I hope Timmy was feeling the same way.
After we finally broke our kiss, Timmy let out another sigh. As I felt his hardness brush against my thigh, his face turned red and he stammered, “Sorry, I guess I liked it more than I thought.”
I chuckled, “It’s okay, I have the same problem.” His eyes immediately went to the bulge that had suddenly formed in my jeans. Timmy’s eyes went wide as I slowly reached down and cupped his swollen manhood. I asked, “Is this okay?”
He gasped, “Oh God, yes.”
Once again, he followed my lead and rubbed his hand across my hard, denim-covered pole. My cock had never been touched by anything other than my own hand. Once again, the feeling was more than I could have hoped for.
Timmy took a deep breath and asked, “Could we do more?”
I nodded, “If you want to.”
He asked, “Should we go to my bedroom?”
I smiled, “Yeah, that might be best.”
As soon as we were in his room, he asked, “What do we do first?”
I shrugged, “In all the videos I have watched online, everyone is usually naked.”
Timmy looked nervous, but he nodded, “Okay, will you go first?”
I smiled, “Sure, but if you want me to stop at any time, just say so.”
He nodded, “Okay.”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Timmy scanned my torso and slowly brought his hand to my chest, “Can I touch you?”
I smiled, “Of course, do whatever you want to.”
He moved his hand from one side to the other, letting a finger rub across each of my erect nipples. He explored further, letting his hand drop down to my stomach. He let his fingers run through the little hair that I had in the center of my chest and the treasure trail that pointed the way to the button on my jeans.
I quickly kicked off my shoes and socks and let Timmy go back to his exploration. His touch was only making my cock harder. I was aching to have it freed. Timmy looked up at me as he started to unbutton my jeans. I gave him a slight nod to let him know that I approved and he started to lower my zipper. I let out a sigh as he pushed my jeans off my hips, and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of my jeans as Timmy stood there and just took in the sight of my nearly naked body.
My hard cock was pleased to only have the thin fabric of my boxer briefs restraining it now but was still begging to be released. Timmy ran his hand over the bulge and my knees nearly buckled at his touch. He gave me another look, seeking my permission to continue. The look I gave him assured him that he could indeed carry on.
He hooked his fingers on the elastic waistband and slowly pushed. My cock burst out like a jack in the box, startling Timmy. My underwear soon joined the rest of my clothes on the floor and once again Timmy was just standing there taking the sight of my naked body all in. He slowly reached out until his hand grazed my dick, my cock involuntarily jumped.
Timmy pulled his hand back. I said, “Sorry, it was just a reflex. You can keep doing that.”
This time, he didn’t just graze my cock, he wrapped his trembling hand around it and gave it a tentative tug. I let out a ragged breath, concerned that I was going to shoot my load right then. Timmy asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, “Yes, that felt really good.” I leaned in and gave him another kiss and pulled his shirt up over his head. “I would like you to be naked too. Is that okay?”
He swallowed hard, “Yes.”
I didn’t take as long to undress him as he did me, I was soon staring at a naked Timmy and seeing him as I had never seen him before. I was no muscular jock, but my chest and legs were more defined than Timmy’s skinny frame. Other than the sparce patch of pubes around a respectable cock and full nuts, he was virtually hairless. Even so, Timmy’s body was very pleasant to look at.
Our eyes met again as I moved in for another kiss. I pulled Timmy tight against me, enjoying my first skin to skin contact with another person. Our cocks leaked precum as they rubbed against each other. I was suddenly worried again about cuming before the real fun got started.
I pulled Timmy toward the bed and fell onto my back with Timmy on top of me. We continued to kiss as our hands explored each other’s bodies. From my many hours of online research, I knew cock sucking was next on my check list.
I rolled Timmy onto his back and pushed his hands above his head. I broke our kiss and moved to his neck and then to his chest. Timmy shuddered as I licked his nipples and then continued my trek to the promised land.
Timmy looked at me wide-eyed just as I reached his leaking pole. I licked the precum from his slit as he nearly jumped off the bed. Once he let out a deep breath, I sucked the swollen head into my mouth. Timmy gasped as I began to suck further down his shaft.
He panted, “Oh my God.” Then he pushed me off his cock and said, “You were going to make me cum. Can I suck you now?”
I grinned, “Absolutely.” I gave him another kiss and then rolled onto my back, anxiously awaiting what was coming next.
Timmy moved down between my legs and took my throbbing cock in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He sighed as he leaned forward and ran his tongue across my over-sensitive head. A few licks later he sucked me into his warm, wet mouth. Holy shit, it felt amazing. Just like Timmy, I was about to explode with pleasure.
From the videos that I had seen online, I quickly suggested that we suck each other at the same time. Timmy just as quickly agreed as we feasted on each other’s dicks. Somehow, sucking a cock while you were getting sucked only added to the pleasure.
It didn’t take long before my nuts were churning. From the sounds Timmy was making, he was in the same predicament. We were both too far gone to even warn the other and as if we planned it, we both erupted at the same time. Not sure what to do, we both swallowed and kept sucking until our spasms finally stopped.
Timmy said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I chuckled, “It’s okay. I couldn’t stop it either. Did you like it?”
He nodded, “Hell yeah. It was incredible. My hand never felt that good…” His face turned red at his admission.
I laughed, “Don’t be embarrassed, my hand doesn’t feel that good either.”
We kissed again and talked a little bit more about what we liked about our first experience. As we talked about what we might want to try if we did this again, I noticed that Timmy was still rock-hard. I grinned, “You look like you might be ready for another round.”
He blushed again and then pointed at my still hard dick, “So do you.”
I shrugged, “Maybe.”
We moved into a sixty-nine position again and started to suck. This time we both were able to go a little deeper and we were going to last a bit longer. I was enjoying this time much more. Even though it was just the second time with a cock in my mouth, I was more relaxed and it seemed more natural. I think Timmy had the same thoughts.
I knew I was getting close again, Timmy signaled that he was close too. Before we reached climax, the door to his bedroom flew open and his mother yelled, “Timothy James Martin, what are you doing?”
I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed my jeans, shirt and shoes and ran out of the house. I was able to get my jeans on before I was out of the front door. I pulled my shoes and shirt on while I was on the porch. As I started my truck and backed out of the driveway, I realized I didn’t grab my underwear or my socks. After I was a few blocks down the street, I pulled into a parking lot to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
Damn, maybe I should have stayed to see if Timmy needed help with his mom. I don’t think I will ever be able to face her again. What was he going to tell her? Will he even want to see me again? Do I want to see him again? To be honest, I can’t say that I was ever really attracted to Timmy. I mean he’s not hideous or anything, but I think the only reason we did what we did was because we were the only other gay guy that each other knew.
Then I was hit with another pang of panic. Shit, will Timmy’s mom call my parents?
To be Continued…
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