Walkersville

As I made my way home from high school for the last time, I felt a tinge of sadness. After five happy years, I had just written my final exam and was looking forward to six glorious weeks of summer vacation. The next chapter in my life would be attending college and several weeks later, another milestone would begin attained when I finally turned eighteen. The thought of finally entering early adulthood was an exhilarating prospect for me. The mixed feelings I was experiencing were both exhilarating and overwhelming.

That evening, my mom prepared dinner in honour of the occasion. Surprisingly, I was also informed that our new neighbour, Warner, whom I had not yet met, would also be joining us. Two days before, Warner had moved in next door and had already struck up a friendship with dad. Warner was a jack-of-all-trades, mainly specializing in minor home alterations. Because his repertoire encompassed plumbing and electrical skills, my father was ecstatic to have Warner living next door.

At six p.m. that afternoon, Warner joined mom, dad, and me, at our home. He was really good-looking. Warner wasn’t a ‘pretty boy,’ but a stocky and masculine man. He had short cropped hair and a very sexy cleft in his chin. Above all, he had a smile that could thaw the frozen section of any supermarket and dreamy beguiling eyes.

During the evening, I would learn that Warner was twenty-nine-years-old and had never been married. No mention of a fiancée or girlfriend was made during his visit. Much as my heart fluttered, I just couldn’t imagine him being gay.

During our dinner conversation, it emerged that Warner was rather excited about his upcoming ten day holiday. Apparently, his best friend, Ralph, had offered Warner the use of his seaside apartment in a town named Walkersville. Although Walkersville was only a hundred miles away, I had never visited this incredibly popular spot. My parents, however, went into raptures about how fortunate Warner was.

When I bemoaned the fact that I had never been there before, Warner looked at me in amazement and said, “Well… why don’t you join me in Walkersville?” before continuing, “The apartment is huge, and you can come and go as you please.” Before I could respond, he concluded, “It really won’t be any trouble to me at all.”

“Wow, you should go along, Grant, you’ll love the place,” mom hastily interrupted, before moderating her tone before sedately turning to Warner and asking, “If you’re absolutely sure it won’t be a hassle for you, Warner?”

“Nah,” Warner replied with an engaging grin, “No, trouble at all.”

I had always wanted to visit Walkersville and the thought of doing so with our hunky neighbour almost had me pissing in my pants with excitement. Trying hard to downscale my exuberance, I hesitantly replied, “I would love to if you’re okay with that Warner… but I just don’t want to be in your way… or anything,” I added tentatively.

Smiling broadly, Warner then replied, “Listen, we’re two guys… right? So I’m sure we’ll work things out,” before continuing, “Besides, with a good looking guy like you around… maybe I’ll get lucky with the girls for a change,” he then jovially laughed at his own joke. Both my parents wholeheartedly joined in with the mirth.

Next, I smiled and accepted his invitation graciously, and two days later we were on our way. The seventy-five-minute journey was very pleasant and we chatted comfortably en route.

The apartment was fantastic! Warner had omitted to mention that; ‘a wealthy friend’ had gifted him the use of his apartment. It was the penthouse in the apartment block and had a stunning open area with a pot plant garden, small swimming pool, and the most sumptuous deck chairs I had ever seen. I had fallen with the arse in the butter! This wasn’t a holiday; it was a fuckin’ luxurious extravaganza.

The refrigerator, freezer, and bar, were literally groaning with food and booze. The place was also serviced daily at Ralph’s expense. This was sheer fuckin’ opulence! My parents would have been totally blown away and totally envious.

The owner of the apartment, Ralph, and Warner had been best friends throughout their lives. Ralph had made it big and had five more spectacular homes according to Warner. This place, however, was Warner’s favourite because of its setting. After placing our luggage in our respective rooms, Warner appeared in the living area only wearing briefs. Apparently, he normally preferred being naked but had decided on discretion due to my presence.

I felt like screaming; “Take it all off!” But instead, decided to be more prudent. Warner had a stunning body. His frame was sturdy and his moderately hairy on his legs, arms, and chest, were magnificent. His hands and feet were extremely masculine and beautiful.

As I observed him covetously I thought, ‘Fuck… if only you were gay.’

With beers in hand, we finally sat in the lounge.

“Grant, you know the saying, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?’”

“Sure,” I replied.

Warner then continued, “Well… you’re a big boy now and I just want you to know that I am not a blabbermouth or your babysitter. I am cool with whatever you want to get up to… within reason, of course. If you want to bring a person home with you for a bit of fun, I’m totally cool with that. I also always have a hamper of condoms at hand, so go for it. All I ask is that you play it safe.” I simply smiled as I wondered about his choice of pronoun.

‘Wishful thinking,’ I mentally concluded.

“Lunch!” he announced suddenly. “There’s a great place I need to take you to,” further impishly stating, “I’ll even get dressed for lunch.”

The fish at this favourite spot of his was incredible. “I am really pleased to have you here with me, Grant, because I hate eating out on my own.” After a thoughtful pause, he continued, “All your pocket money you keep for yourself. When we go out, I will be paying, so don’t even think of offering… end of the story, over and out!” Warner concluded with mock authority.

That afternoon we spent on our body boards at his favourite beach.

The next unbelievable surprise revealed itself that evening when Warner prepared a meal for us. Fuck… could this guy cook! I couldn’t help thinking, what he must have made of my mother’s paltry offering a few nights before. As we sat savouring the delicious meal in the sublime ambiance of his friend’s home, the full moon tickled the ocean before us. I had an overwhelming premonition that I would always remember this night, as one of the highlights of my life.

As we enjoyed our meal my thoughts were soothed by the splendour of our surroundings, and my usually guarded disposition also became dismantled. With my intake of alcohol that had way exceeded my normal standards, my loosened tongue asked, “Are you between girlfriends at the moment?”

“Nah, I just don’t do fixed relationships,” he answered.

Picking up on my quizzical expression he continued, “My lifestyle just doesn’t allow for it.”

With my surprised expression escalating in intensity, he resumed, “I’m bisexual bro… I swing both ways.”

Picking up on my look of disbelief, he chuckled before resuming, “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

Almost choking, I managed a pathetic, “No… not at all.”

“Cool,” he nonchalant replied, before resuming, “Besides… I have a strong feeling that you prefer boys,” he concluded.

“Why… do you think that?” I eventually managed to respond, practically gagging.

“Instinct, I suppose… just instinct,” he uttered, with a smile.

There was a sustained silence as I decided to ‘let sleeping dogs lie.’ Our meal was concluded in quietness. My head was spinning and I was totally lost for words. Happy as I was to have learned about his sexuality, it didn’t mean that he fancied me or wanted to go to bed with me. He had simply answered my question and jumping to conclusions would be presumptuous.

With a smile, he then started talking about our plans for the following day. He spoke about a fantastic beach about fifty miles away and a great hotel where he enjoyed having lunch. Naturally, I enthused about the outing. When we finally cleared our plates and placed them in the sink he moved up behind and embraced me.

With his hands caressing my body he nibbled on my ear. “The huge bed in the main room is really very comfortable,” he said as his hands cupped my cock.

When my cock stood to attention, without hesitation, he laughingly commented, “Looks like I have great instinct.”

With his masculine smell enveloping us his arms and hands frolicked over my torso. “Have you ever been fucked before, baby?” He asked, with a horny growl.

“No… never,” I sighed, barely able to speak.

“Would you allow me the honour?” His breath sizzled in my ear.

With his hardening cock nudging my shorts, I whimpered a submissive, “Yeah.”

Clutching me from behind, our bodies moved in tandem towards the bedroom. I couldn’t believe how magnificent this night was turning out to be. I was as nervous as hell and it felt like a swarm of bees, rather than butterflies, had taken control of my stomach. Perspiring with the anticipating of what lay ahead for me, my mouth went dry.

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought. ‘Please don’t let me fuck this up.’

As we arrived at the bed Warner tugged both our shorts downward.

Next, after pushing me onto my stomach on the bed, he then encouraged my legs apart. Slowly, he then began kissing my neck, upper arms, back, and butt. As his lips lightly pinched my skin as he suckled my body, my flesh felt like it was on fire as it tingled from his oral onslaught. I sighed, cooed, and whimpered, as my celestial torment got underway.

When Warner eventually reached for the lube that was lying on the bedside table, he began intoning me to relax and remain calm. “This is going to hurt a little, but very soon it will feel unbelievable,” he predicted.

The lotion was generously applied to my arse and his dick before he began his incursion. Warner was well-endowed and his prediction was spot on. Once my sphincter had adapted to his manhood the sensation was extraordinary. His pleasurable plunges and tantalizing thrusts took me to places I had never realized existed. On and on, my ecstasy perpetuated as my sensual dimensions broadened. I was literally gasping and crying with pleasure when he finally unloaded into me.

To my delight, another two rounds followed that night.

The next nine days were the greatest two hundred and sixteen hours of my life. We made love frequently and it only seemed to get better and better. It was with a very heavy heart I returned home after the most wonderful holiday of my lifetime.

Twenty minutes from home, however, Warner dropped the bombshell.

“Grant… as I said… I’m not really a relationship kind of guy. Don’t get me wrong… the holiday was great and maybe we can do it again some time. But… well… it was what it was. I hope you understand,” he concluded with a shrug

It was as if someone had plunged a knife in my heart. How the fuck I maintained a calm demeanour, goodness only knows.

“Sure,” I said, before swallowing hard and bravely concluding, “I fully understand.”

The rest of the journey was conducted in silence. I had been wined, dined, and spent ten days in luxury, but had also never felt cheaper or used. To be precise; I felt like a fuckin’ prostitute that had been shown a good time by a patron. When I got out of his vehicle it took everything I had to calmly shake his hand and thank him for a wonderful holiday.

When my parents invited Warner to dinner a few days later as a thank you gift on my behalf, I had one of the most uncomfortable evenings of my life. I have to give myself props, however… I kept it together.

After Warner departed that evening, mom encouraged my father to head off to bed after stating that she and I would take care of the dishes. After ten minutes, my mom looked at me and asked, “What went down this evening?”

“Sorry?” I asked, pretending bewilderment.

“You and Warner… is there something I should know about your holiday?” she persisted.

Acting as nonchalant as I possibly could I simply shrugged. The next comment from her nearly blew my head off. “Are you gay, Grant?” she inquired. A cold chill completely enveloped my entire body. Motionless, I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Uh… umm… oh, shit, ma… yes, I am,” I eventually stammered as my body shook uncontrollably.

“Okay… now I fully get it,” she replied. “Dad and I have long suspected you might be gay. Why have you never discussed this with us before?”

“I… only… finally realized on holiday in Walkersville,” I spluttered. As tears began to roll down my face I mumbled a pathetic, “Sorry, ma.” My mother embraced me as my emotions really got the better of me. With my body shuddering, my flood gates opened.

“He treated me like a cheap prostitute,” I finally wailed.

Next, after seating me at the dining room table, my mother pulled up a chair in front of me. Once I became calmer, I told my mom about our holiday and related the conversation that Warner and I had, twenty minutes from home.

“The man is a fool,” mom replied. “He doesn’t have a clue what he is missing. But he will realize… mark my words.”

“Are you disappointed in me?” I asked once I had become more relaxed.

“What? Are you kidding… you are the greatest child that a parent could possibly have,” my mom exclaimed, before mischievously continuing, “I can’t blame you for falling for him… he is very sexy.” Hysterical laughter then followed, as mom and I embraced as we continued laughing.

“It called life, baby, you will have ups and downs, but eventually the right person will come along. Warner will soon comprehend what a stupid mistake he has made… you’ll see,” mom concluded.

I am sure mom discussed our conversation with dad the following day. Dad and I never discussed the matter further after that. Even though my father had always been very affectionate towards me his frequent hugs became even warmer after that.

I made a point of avoiding Warner after that and was very pleased when I began college. My father had managed to rent accommodation for me close to the college. The cottage was rather run down and located in the back yard of a dear old lady who needed the extra income. Dad and I, however, did a wonderful fixup on the place and by the time I moved in, it really looked great.

On a Friday night, three weeks after college began my doorbell rang.

After opening the door, Warner stood looking at me. Before I could utter a word he moved past me into the apartment. “I need to talk to you,” he said taking a seat in my modest lounge.

“Why?” I asked.

“Please,” he said, “hear me out.”

Upon closing the door I took the seat across from him. “Warner, I’ve got a lot of homework. You’ve got five minutes,” I concluded.

“Thing is… well… I’ve never done relationships… and… well… I’m really missing you,” he stammered.

“Really?” I replied, before continuing, “Because much as I enjoyed the holiday, being wined, dined, and fucked, just before we got home, I had never felt so used in my life.”

Placing his hands over his face a long silence followed. “I’m sorry,” he eventually said. “I’m just useless with relationships, but I need you,” he ultimately concluded.

As Warner’s hands moved from his face tears were rolling down his cheeks. “Forgive me,” he implored.

I now began to cry as my hands clamped over my face. “You treated me like shit,” I howled.

Moving over Warner knelt before with his arms enclosing my body. “Please forgive me,” he intoned over and over as sobbed like a kid.

“I promise you, baby, I’ll never hurt you again,” Warner said. When he tried to embrace me, however, I shrugged him off.

“Warner, please don’t touch me,” I informed him.

“Please… baby, I fucking sorry,” he countered.

“Please just leave,” I replied.

Sheepishly, Warner left my apartment still apologizing profusely. “May I call you soon?” he asked after exiting the front door.

“Sure… when you need a whore for your next summer vacation,” I curtly replied, before closing the door.

I felt drained after he had gone because every fibre of my being was aching to give in to him.

‘Fuck him…’ I thought, however, ‘I cannot go through that same shit again.’

The following Thursday when my phone rang, my heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. “May I take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” he asked.

“… Okay,” I replied as coolly as possible.

“May I pick you up at seven?” he inquired.

“Yeah… okay… I suppose that will be fine,” I casually responded.

The following evening Warner arrived at five to seven and soon we were on our way to the restaurant. It was clear that he enjoyed good food because the cuisine was extraordinary.

I maintained an aloof manner throughout dinner and hen our dessert finally arrived he asked, “Are you enjoying your payback?”

“What?” I inquired.

“This cool act of yours, are you having great fun at my expense?” he persevered.

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I blurted, “You treated me like a fucking whore… what do you expect?”

“I fucked up… I’m fuckin’ sorry… please just forgive me and let’s move on,” he implored. “Fuck… just give me a fuckin’ break.”

As I started weeping the waiter arrived at our table looking perplexed. “I’m sorry about this,” Warner informed the waiter, “But my friend has just heard that the family cat died…”

When I burst out laughing, the waiter’s expression went from confused to one of total disbelief. As the waiter left Warner asked, “Oh shit… do you have a cat?”

“No… the cat died ten years ago,” I replied, still giggling.

“Grant… I’m crazy about you. I really don’t know if I can cope with a relationship… fuck knows, however, I want to give it a go,” Warner concluded.

We sat in silence for the next while before I said, “Warner… I’m also new to this. You were the first man I had proper sex with. For your information, I’m nuts about you and was heartbroken after the holiday. I’m also willing to this ago but I just don’t want another unpleasant surprise.”

“I’m not making any promises Grant… but… let’s see where this takes us,” Warner stated, before asking, “Do your parents know?”

I then related the events of our second dinner at my folk’s home. After a minute of silence I said, “By the way, my mom thinks you are extremely hot. Given the fact that you are bisexual, maybe I can arrange an assignation for you with mom.”

Laughing, Warner then told me that he was actually more interested in my mother’s son.

When we arrived at my apartment Warner warmly embraced me. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he exclaimed.

“It’s over… done… time to move on,” I answered, after embracing him with fervour.

My double bed was not in the league of Ralph’s mega king-sized sumptuous cradle, but that did not matter.

Every inch of my physique was explored by his mouth that night. He moved over me like a possessed demon, as he savoured my flesh. I yelped and whimpered as Warner took control of my body. On holiday we had enjoyed plenty of sex. This night, however, Warner made love to me.

A couple of months later when the old lady that owned the property told me that she wanted to sell the place because her kids wanted her to move to an old aged home, Warner made her an offer that she accepted.

Ten years on we still live in this home. It would appear that; ‘happily ever after’ can come true.