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In the Shadows of Our Lives Part 1 - On Broken Wings XIII ~ The Big Apple ~
"Jonny come talk," My mother motions me.
"Why Ma? I have to finish packing and I want to get a little sleep before Chris picks me up," I say.
"Have a seat," She says with a steel edge to her voice.
Obediently I take a seat, "Kay."
"The other night, you put me in a spot," She starts.
"I thought you said you're cool with it as long as we use condoms," I protest, even though I really don't want to have this conversation.
"That's what you wanted to hear. Not what I said. I'm glad you're at least safe, but I'd rather you not have sex. And please don't think this has anything to do with your partner being a boy."
I'm taken aback, "Then what is it Ma?"
She's got a whole argument ready, "Deanna was 24 and with Scottie for two years when I finally let him stay over. Lacey didn't like my rules and moved out. I know I can't control what you do in New York, or when I'm not around. But for what it's worth, what this is? It's me asking that you refrain from sex. Just like all parents of kids your age, I'd ask you to save sex for when you're in a committed relationship."
I'm not even going to argue. I'm 16 and in the habit of getting off at least daily. It's even better if it's with my boyfriend. Neither are about to stop. She said it best; she can't control it when she's not around, "Kay Ma. Yeah, I guess."
As if I didn't just pretend to agree she continues, "And what this also is, is me looking out for your friend Tim who may or may not even know you like boys, including him. Now go finish packing."
As I settle into bed my mind starts racing. I reflect that it's great to have a week off of both jobs. Seven days and seven nights in the Big Apple! I can't think of a time over the past few years when I didn't have at least one job and/or school to worry about. I haven't had a break for about three years now come to think of it. This one is not without it's apprehension though, because I have transferred to a different restaurant location, and start there promptly upon my return from New York. Aside from that, anxiety over flying keeps me tossing and turning.
Chris and Dom pick me up early in the morning for the airport. I try my best not to act nervous or giddy because I don't want to be an embarrassment to Chris or his dad in first class seating on the plane, although this is my first time ever on a plane. Chris insists that I have the window seat against my humble protests. Dom immediately becomes engrossed in the newspaper and Chris falls asleep beside me shortly after we are in the air.
I focus on him. He wears his pedigree quite clearly despite his attempts to be normal. Everything is so naturally perfect; his hair, his teeth, his bronze tan, the gold chain around his neck showing through the collar of his high end shirt. He is very handsome as a lady would say and very cute to the girls (and some guys) our age. I think straight guys find him a little too pretty maybe, and if I look past that I guess he is sexy in my eyes. He has had the best of everything since he was born, the only compromise is me. I am not from his world, but he doesn't care. He's not worldly, he is just a guy that likes me and that's enough for him. I feel lucky for his affection and love, not his place in society and his money.
Only, lately I wonder if I make him happy or not. So as he dreams of the boutiques that he will be taking me on a shopping spree to, I feel good about him because despite my inferior breeding, he really has had a crush on me for more than a year. I worry however that this trip is going to be a disaster and that it will drive a wedge between us when he gets a full week of how un-cultured I am. I know he's above that, but it will be there in the back of my head. It will come up in other ways if not directly. I have a knot in my stomach as we approach JFK Airport worse than when we were first boarding the plane.
I think my internet friend from Vancouver, Duncan, is even more excited about my trip to New York than I am. He's totally into a wide variety of music, and I rather liked the first songs he emailed me; two versions of the song Mistake by Serial Joe as well as the Heart-Greatest Hits CD he burned for me. For this trip he emailed me a song that he's in love with at the moment; both the German and English versions of Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling. It's not the David Bowie song, but almost a response to that song. It's a catchy dance/pop/techno song that I've heard hundreds of times but never knew who it's by. This song is a different side of Duncan than I've seen. Maybe he's secretly into classic dance, if classic dance is a genre, like classic rock? I'll have to ask him if he has any ABBA kicking around! Anyway, that is the song he picked for his trip to Scotland, and he made me swear it will be my song for New York.
Once we land in New York we take an airport limousine to the hotel they used as a setting in the movie Home Alone; The Plaza Hotel. It is right across the street from Central Park and Chris says that all the designer shops are just down the street from there. He is so excited to be back in New York, he just glows of it. Me, I am plain dumbfounded by the sights. Sure Houston is big as far as cities go, but New York is insane! We get a separate room from Mr. Milner, across the hall for our privacy rather than a joining room. Leaving our luggage at the desk they start to walk away so I follow.
Chris prompts his dad, "When and where?"
"And here I thought you'd at least spend the first day with me," Dom says, handing us the key cards to our room.
Chris banters back, "Yeah Dad, and I'd almost buy the feigned disappointment on your face if this were any other city. As if you don't know me!"
Dom chuckles, "Back here by 6:00 at the very latest, in my room and ready to go out. You need anything?"
Already leading me by the hand towards the doors Chris smiles back over his shoulder, "Nope. C-ya!"
And with that I am whisked out the doors and down the street. I marvel at the horse and carriages parked all along the bottom of Central Park as we race briskly across three blocks I think and then stop. Directly in front of me Chris points out Columbus Circle. We cross at the lights there and head over to the buskers selling their wares on the brick sidewalk. Halfway down the street, back towards the hotel we enter Central Park. Five minutes later we are on a tiny bridge overlooking a pond with our hotel reflecting in it as the backdrop. I am totally a tourist and I'm sure it shows whereas Chris is darting around this place like he knows it well. I hope he does, and I am sure that worry shows on my face.
I get lost in thought when I focus on two young business type guys dressed in suits walk past us holding hands while talking in quite an animated fashion about some issue.
"Are you alright," He asks.
I gesture towards the couple and answer honestly, "Sorta, I guess. I mean not really. Take those guys, they know where they are and what they're doing. And me? I don't even know what I'm doing in my life in general let alone what I'm doing here. It's been a long morning already and we've just walked all over a place I don't know and it just magnifies that I'm not sure where we are or where we're going."
Chris winces, "Babes, we've only been here five minutes, let's leave the philosophical worries for another time!"
After another interlude of mutual introspection he adds, "We'll figure us out. We'll find our ways in life. We can even help each other get there. I need you in my life. I think you're the rudder to my wayward heart. But let's forget that for now. We're young, dumb, and full of cum. This week can just be about that. We're here, and we're together. Let's just live it up for now, we're in the greatest city on earth after all!"
Huh? What does he mean by that? I want to brush it off and figure out a tactful way of asking him if he feels the same divide as I do between us. I want to think of something witty to throw back at him but nothing comes to me. Again I answer his statement with silence.
After staring at the pond for a few minutes Chris places a hand on my back and rubs my shoulders. In a raw voice he consoles, "I guess I killed the moment. Sorry Babes. Let's grab a bench."
He leads us down the path to a vacant bench. We sit in silence for a bit until I finally beg, "What did you mean by that?"
Chris looks me straight in the eyes. We hold the gaze for a few moments. He smiles and blinks back the beginnings of tears, "Might as well get it out of the way straight away. Not quite my style. I like to live in the dream that everything is perfect, but you're just too serious for that."
I look at his sweet smile that he's trying to maintain, but the corners seem to curl along with his eyes and eyebrows. I've seen this pained look come over him before. Without words we've connected. I nod my head in understanding. He recognizes that I've acknowledged his thoughts. We should be perfect for each other if even just because we have such a level of understanding that words aren't necessary. Neither of are crying though, this sullen resignation has been a long time coming. Still, the look on his face and the realization of an unwanted truth draws him further into my heart.
It's like it was with Daniel. I don't actively prey on them like a vulnerability vampire, but I do seem to see it in people and feel compelled by it. I don't seek to exploit it and garner affection by it, nor to help or fix whatever the vulnerability is. I merely seek to connect with the person I see bare raw emotions because I can find an equal in them and likewise expose my soul. Larry says Daniel couldn't hide a single emotion, and it was hard to ever crush his unrealistic dream of being a big guy. I saw that too, in some sense and felt a kinship with him because all too often I've also been accused of leaving my heart out there exposed for all to see. Same thing but different scenario with Chris, I saw someone like me and was selfishly drawn to him because he might understand me.
"You know what though," I manage to croak, "I love you on a level I never knew existed. More than Daniel."
He probably has no idea what course of thoughts brought me to say this but it opens the door a little more for him to let out, "And I love you too Babes. Of my four boyfriends you are the first that I'm not a prize to. Whether it's a straight guy that's able to play with my emotions, or a rich gay boy pretending to like me just so I could be a conquest, or some other boy after my money. You and me, we connected. Shit, this would be an easy conversation if you were using me for money, or to have just been a sexual conquest and be mad at you."
I laugh nervously, "Well, yeah. If we were just fuck-buddies it would be simple, or even just friends with benefits. But we're like boyfriends without the sex. How does that work?"
Chris continues my thoughts. Despite what the overall message conveys, I see my inner feelings reflected in him, "I know. We both want to be raped by each other. Part of me wanted you because you were so hot, but part of me saw your soul before I even knew you and wanted to be the light in your darkness, the source of your joy. And yeah, I don't know. I can't figure it out. It's not like I don't covet you. We're not friends with benefits, but we're not exactly boyfriends without sex either."
Playing devil's advocate I agree, "Yeah we do have sex sometimes."
He smiles, "Yeah, pretty hot steamy sex for two novices."
I wonder out loud, "So what are we?"
He muses, "Soul mates maybe? Even if we aren't boyfriends someday, we are each other's soul mate."
Neither of us have the courage to finish the conversation. Instead we check around and wait for a moment of privacy long enough to sneak a quick kiss. This conversation has revealed a lot of truths, but has done nothing for us because we are still both happily ignorant, or more accurate maybe, ambivalent to the impact of the words spoken. Like Chris said, we're young and full of cum. I'll pass on the dumb part. Maybe we can repair things here this week. Tonight I will fight my urges to be submissive. I will be dominant; I will top Chris and try to please him. I will find a way to not only please him, but to also enjoy it myself. But that's tonight. I still have the rest of the day to spend with my boyfriend and share his excitement of being young in this huge city.
I break the silence and grab his hand, "Kay, this is too somber a moment to start off a whole week in New York City. Where are we going?"
Chris takes my hand and leads me further into the park. The map I saw of the place is huge, how Chris knows where he's leading us is beyond me. We stop at a treed area for a minute when no one is around and exchange a passionate kiss. Here in New York where people don't know me I feel bold enough slip him the tongue and to place my hands around his hips, resting them just above the globes of his butt. Chris pulls away to laugh and cop a quick feel of my crotch in return. We finish with a soft peck on the lips.
About half an hour later we end up at the Central Park Zoo. Now I couldn't get excited one way or another over seeing exotic animals penned up in cages, but I fake it because Chris is definitely enjoying being my tour guide.
Thankfully I am from Texas and well tanned, the heat and sun in New York are both blazing today. Still, as time flies I notice that we are both getting a tad pink on the cheeks by 4:00 when we grab a hot dog and pop. The food reminds Chris that we have to get going soon, wondering where his dad has in mind for dinner. It reminds me that we have to make it to Coney Island before the week is out. I don't know why but Coney Island makes me think of the beginning of Jack's trek in Stephen King and Peter Straub's The Talisman.
I've ridden the Metro countless times back home, but despite my force of will, I am a little nervous from all the stories about the New York subways that I've read. Sure the X-Men comics make it look safe if you are endowed with special powers, yet I can't help but think of the guy being hunted for sport in the tunnels in The Manhattan Hunt Club by John Saul. Chris leads me into the subterranean station and pauses only for a few seconds at a map to figure out which line to use. He buys us both a pass from a vending machine and then leads me to the waiting area for our train. Onto the crowded train we get and a couple stops later we are heading back up into the world above. We are about half a block from our hotel and it's 4:30.
Announcing the time with a devilish grin, he says we have time to kill and asks what I want to do, winking at me and informing me that our room has a Jacuzzi tub in it. Well back to the hotel it is then! I am really taken aback by just how grand the hotel is as we venture up to our corner room. Barely inside the door Chris hooks his hands into the front and back pockets of my shorts and pulls.
I am wearing a new pair of black Hanes incase anything happened. You know the saying; always wear clean underwear because you never know when you're going to die and you don't want people to see you in dirty underwear. Like as if it matters then because in order to die of embarrassment over people seeing your dirty gitch you'd have to still be alive in the first place. But I still did it 'cause nothings cleaner than a new pair.
Working on my resolve earlier in the day to be the aggressor, I tackle Chris onto the lavish bed and disrobe his taut body. It doesn't feel quite natural. At least inside me it all feels a bit forced, but maybe that's just how sex is sometimes? If it truly is about give and take I suppose that pleasuring your partner is a requirement. Don't get me wrong, as I tower over Chris on the bed and our bodies are one I am in the throes of ecstasy myself. Hell, even with the condom dulling the sensation somewhat I still manage to get off first. I stay inside my lover as we bring him to climax and then we snuggle for a few minutes on the bed. We fill up the Jacuzzi and turn it on, but looking at the time we decide against it and quickly shower together.
I can do all kinds of unthinkable, supposedly gross and plain wrong things quite easily when it comes to sex. I am not shy about it when I am with a guy and things are happening. What I find funny is that in sex I am so liberal with my body, but when I hop into the shower with Chris to clean up afterwards I get shy. Even though I was the top and have less to worry about I am red cheeked by the time the shower is over. Chris loves the way my whole body blushes and my white bum shows rosy cheeks to match my face.
He suggests that I start tanning and do so only with a sock so that I can get rid of all tan lines like him. I admit to a tinge of being narcissistic; I do revel in my tan. So as Chris finishes in the shower I contemplate his suggestion of getting a full body tan to avoid my full body blush from being so obvious. If I had his money I'd be right there, nothing is more attractive to me than the glow off a guy with a deep tan, but I can't justify paying for a tanning salon. And while I don't think twice about skinny dipping in pools at night, I'm not about to tan nude in my back yard in the daylight.
Hair still dripping, with a fluffy white towel hugging his bronze waist, my beau emerges from the bathroom and beelines for the phone, "Where are we going for dinner Dad...Well I want to know how to dress...Casual? We're doing casual tonight, cool...We'll be over in five minutes."
I stop dressing when I overhear the conversation, and stand in my jean shorts listening. I can continue because all I have is what Chris would probably consider casual anyhow. I have an Iron Maiden soccer jersey in my hands that I love and am about to wear when Chris grabs it from me. Droping the towel he walks over to his suitcase to produce a Yankee's jersey with Pettitte on the back. I marvel at the beautiful sight as he bends over. Snapped back to reality I take the jersey he hands me, telling me the guy is hot. I'll have to take his word for it.
As Chris finds a pair of shorts for me to compliment his shirt I ask where we're going, "Dad said we're taking the subway. My guess, we're going to catch a Yankee's game. He never misses them if they're in town. I'm pretty sure he said something last week about catching the rubber match in their last series of a 15 game home stand."
Donning the baseball jersey I am again halted as Chris tosses me a gray tank-top style undershirt. I put it on, tuck it in and then put the jersey on. When I start to button the jersey Chris's hands stop me and he nods his head. Like what am I, his Barbie doll to dress up? Well, make that his Ken doll, but all the same. Are there any other changes he'd like to make? My silent thought is answered when he un-tucks the undershirt and takes the gold chain from his neck and puts it on me.
Chris nibbles on my neck in a spot he's discovered that drives me crazy, "I'm going to have to beat the girls off with a bat because you are going to be the cutest boy in the ball park by far."
Hahaha. Kay, fine, I'll let it slide. He knows just what to do and say. Once he's dressed and ready to go he lets me wear my own socks and Vans shoes. Score one point for me; I at least get to dress my feet!
We meet up with Chris's dad ten minutes after promised and head for the subway. Just as Chris figured, we are going to Yankee Stadium. I grab a subway map along our way so I can start to get a picture of where things are and where I am. I feel a little less lost as a result. Along the way once we're out of the subway Chris and Dom grab some street meat, I pass on the offer.
I am absolutely blown away by Yankee Stadium. I vaguely remember being in awe when my dad took me to a game at the Houston Astrodome when I was really young. It was an All Star game I've been told, but it's hardly more than a vague ghost of a memory. Other than that I never went to another game there or in the new Minute Maid Park.
We are barely inside when the anthem starts. As soon as it's over we head down to our seats. We are two rows behind the Yankee's dugout, on the first base side. As always I don't understand the attraction to the game until Shawn Green comes up to bat for Los Angeles. He gets booed huge; apparently he decided against signing with the Yankees or something. Screw all his haters around me, he is pretty damn hot! So like any baseball game for me, I find my eye candy for the game and secretly cheer for him all night.
Ho hum, the Yankees lose and I couldn't give a care in the world. On the way back to the hotel for the night Chris and Dom are prattling stats back and forth and again I'm bored. By the sounds of things we are going to see the Mets play against the Detroit Tigers later in the week also, and I completely zone out when I get sufficiently bored with some discussion over inter-league play. What great fun; I'll get to pretend to be excited all over again. Maybe Chris has another uniform to dress me up in too.
I'm cranky and I'm hungry when we get back to the hotel, so I reluctantly tell Chris how hungry I am. He readily agrees but he wasn't going to say anything in case I wasn't hungry, for the sake of not seeming like a pig. Thankfully he calls room service and orders burgers for us. While we wait for dinner we turn on the T.V. and strip to our underwear. Our attention is more on each other however and we are playing around when a knock at the door interrupts us. Chris tips the guy and finally we sit cross-legged on the cozy bed and eat dinner.
Close to midnight I remember the Jacuzzi. Chris warns me that the water will be cold now and suggests he has other ideas. After digging around in his suitcase he produces a DVD. Not just any DVD, but one from Bel Ami with a hot, and I mean HOT guy on the front.
Chris flips it over and points at one guy as he takes his lap-top from it's case and plugs it in. He asks, "When I saw you with your friends one day I instantly thought of this guy. Doesn't he look just like your friend Tim?"
"Yeah. Like they could be related," I absently agree. The resemblance is shocking; the hair, the eyes, the smile, the body. If only Tim knew he had an older twin that apparently is into acting in gay porn!
Taking the disc from the case and popping it into his lap-top Chris smiles at me, "His name's Tim too. He's a sweet bottom. Want to see what it would be like to slip it in your friend?"
No, not really. I've thought about it. I've fantasized about it. I don't want to visualize it anymore because it's hard enough to see Tim in a non-sexual way as it is; I've been losing that fight for a while now. But, hells-yeah I am curious. We only get as far as a scene where there are two long-dicked boys going at it. The one boy is blessed with length and he is bent over a window sill and taking it from a boy that has even more. Damn, and I think I'm adequately equipped; these boys have some serious meat! The top doesn't even get all the way in until right near the end of the scene. I shudder as I envision that pole at my hole, could I take it? I'd be afraid, but I think given an opportunity I'd try it. Watching it sure has made me hard as a rock.
Chris is on the same wavelength. He slips on a Trojan on both of us, puts me on all fours and then is beautifully attentive to my desires. As my breathing changes he withdraws, flips me over and sits on me. I saw this coming because he had put protection on both of us; still, he's met me halfway so I don't argue about climaxing while inside his body and warm embrace.
Not that I'm anything more than average I guess, I always marvel at how he can take my full length in one quick motion and needs no time to adjust. He rises up and down on me and by the time I am getting my motion in sync with his he is tensing up and pulling his condom off. Focused on the porn he shoots over my shoulders! As his body continues to tense after he spills his wet warmth across my chest and stomach I arch my back one last time and let loose deep inside him. Chris cleans me up, pronouncing how good dessert is and shares a bit with me. We pull back the sheets and I fall asleep quite quickly after the long day.
Morning creeps up on us and it's already 10:30 when we wake in the same bed together. I long for these times, simple things like sharing a bed with my boyfriend. It's so rare that we actually get to sleep together. In fact I can count the times still on one hand. Now I get a full week of it; 7 whole nights to cuddle up with my lover. We quickly masturbate each other as we do the double shower act again. Chris has a razor and asks if I'll help. We both regularly shave everything already besides a neatly trimmed patch in front, but it's fun to do it together after I get past the inexplicable embarrassment. Probably mundane and routine for committed couples, but like all the rest of my firsts so far, it's pretty awesome just to be able to share this with another guy.
As we get ready to dress Chris pulls everything he wants to wear out, and I jokingly dress in it, kind of a play on last night. He stops me after the underwear and socks, telling me to give them back. Screw that, the Armani boxer briefs are so soft fit so well that I ignore him and put my shorts and shirt on to his protests. He lets it slide and grabs my Target value-pack Hanes instead.
A little past noon we are dressed and ready to explore more of the city. Chris wants to do lower Manhattan today and tomorrow. Sure, I'm game. We make it to a place called Winter Garden around 1:00 and eat lunch in a shi-shi restaurant in the mall. We slowly make our way along the harbour, taking a rest when we get to the place where the ferries board to go to the Statue of Liberty and to Ellis Island.
It's around 6:00 when we wind our way around to the Brooklyn Bridge and Holland Tunnel because we stop along the way at so many parks and sites. Standing in the shadow of the Municipal Building that is used on the Law & Order T.V. show, Chris calls his dad and says we'll be out until about 10:00. Dom insists on joining us and tells us to stay there and he'll meet us in about half an hour.
Chris and I walk a little way out onto the bridge to a rest area. When we get there a guy behind us keeps on walking but he vaguely reminds Chris of someone he once knew. Chris tells me all about a guy that always tried copping an `innocent' feel of him when he could. This reminds me of my recent grinding situation with Kevin, so as we wait for his dad, I tell Chris about my little incident with Kevin. I even tell him about how I suspect Kevin of being about as big as the guys from the porno last night, based on the bulge in his shorts.
I don't tell Chris how it puzzles me that Kevin walked into me a heck of a lot of times, slamming his crotch against me, or that I think he at least knew that it was getting played with by my butt. This just dawns on me as I relate the story to Chris, but now that I think of it, after a good grind against me Kevin was right back for more!
Chris's face is a mask to me now. I see the hurt, I see the pain, I see more too though and don't know what it is. Resignation? No, it's almost excitement. Chris tells me to think of being the guy from the porn last night riding a long dick. I return his smile. Chris starts to giggle and so do I.
I wonder out loud, "How much would that hurt?"
His eyes are open but he's looking inward with a smile painted on, "Oh, if it's not too thick, not at all. It's just finding the right position."
I ask, "You've been with a guy that hung?"
He winks at me, "Fuck no. I have my toys though. Every little gay boy with his own credit card and the internet can get 10 inches!"
"Better head back and wait for your dad," I suggest. Then I remember, "Hey, I thought we were going to be helping out at some convention, setting up or something?"
As we start walking the short distance back to the start of the bridge Chris laughs, "I only said that so that you wouldn't feel so bad about our offer for you to come."
I feign shock, "You manipulated me?"
He sarcastically answers, "And you got off on a horse-hung guy bumping his junk against your butt behind my back. Who should be mad here?"
Fair enough, he's got a point there. We wait for his dad for a while. When we finally spot him emerging from a subway exit we head over to meet him. Together we head over to Christopher Street; apparently it is in the hub of the gay area. Some call it the gay district, some call it Greenwich Village, I have no clue which is accurate. We have dinner in a restaurant there where there are visible gay couples, so Chris and I get to totally be ourselves in public. Upon our return to the hotel Chris and I flirt with the hunky college aged guy at the front desk with a European accent before heading up to our room. We end the night playing in the Jacuzzi and then in bed.
The next morning Dom has us up bright and early. Together we go all around Manhattan taking in more sites. My favourite is a park behind Central Library called Bryant Park. It looks like it's a holdover of a time now all but forgotten, kind of like an old lawn bowling field, smattered with ancient trees and a Victorian era tea-house situated beside it. Sitting with Chris, our arms around each other, I fall in love with the serenity of Bryant Park.
I didn't get to go to Ellis Island today, but I did get a chance to eat at a Sbarro restaurant, the two things Ma bade me to do. We head back to the hotel and change to see a performance of Cats with Dom, in it's final run on Broadway. Straight from there we have dinner late in Central Park at a really nice place called Tavern on the Green. By the end of our third day Chris has taken tons of pictures, we've had so much food it's hard to walk, and I realize that despite loving the story and the song Memory, I don't care for musicals at all.
Back at the hotel I give my Mom a quick call. She reminds me that her parents want to meet me while I'm here. I try to argue about meeting her parents whom I have no recollection of ever seeing in my life but am not going to win this one. I can tell she was talking with her parents as the conversation goes on because she starts talking like an Italian-American and I can almost hear her hand talking beside the phone in time with her mouth. After she finds out that I haven't been to Ellis Island yet, through a few phone calls she arranges for us to spend the day with them Saturday and suggests that Chris and I go there with them.
Great, I don't even know these people. Sure they are my grandparents, but they are complete strangers. Chris is totally fine with it so I can't use him as an excuse to back out. We'll have to tone it down though, Ma knows I'm gay, but she doesn't need to hear it from her parents.
Chris and I have a very active night in bed again. Like our very first night together when I stayed over at this house, we're at it three times before we hop out of bed in the morning. Some parts are getting a little raw and a little sore with all the extra attention they are getting lately!
When we wake up we are on our own again for the day so we plan a day trip to Coney Island and Fire Island. Coney is realistic and Fire Island is a risk in Chris' eyes so we decide to try Fire Island first. It costs a fortune to get there and I don't know what mind-blowing experience we were expecting but it's just a normal place. We do a coffee house there and scan for guys our age but see nothing, so after an hour we are on our way to the amusement park at Coney instead.
We have a blast on the rides and stay until dark when the lights on all the rides come on. From there we take a cab ride to Times Square because Dom doesn't want us taking the subway through Brooklyn at that time of night. We have dinner late at night at Bubba Gumps. At ten o'clock on a Thursday night there is still almost an hour wait to be seated! Damn, maybe this city doesn't sleep! We get a window table and are witness to a spectacle where dozens of police cars converge on Times Square in an emergency readiness drill. It really is quite amazing.
Back at the hotel for the night we're both exhausted. We just sit in the Jacuzzi this time, relaxing. After a good soak it is almost 1:00. I'm ready for bed, but Chris flips open his lap top. He logs onto Gay.com and scans for friends in Houston that might be online. I get him to check the Vancouver room but neither Duncan nor Evan are online. Chris questions me and I explain the pen-pal sort of friendship with Duncan. He's amused that I am too chicken to enter any Houston chat rooms still. We enter a few New York rooms and start scanning for guys our age.
One guy, Sam, lives in Upper Manhattan and is good looking in both our opinions. Another guy keeps messaging us so we chat a lot with him too. We get to chatting to him for awhile when I realize that Chris is inviting him over. The guy asks for a pic of us and Chris sends him a softcore pic of some young couple that isn't us. I didn't agree to this but I am being dragged along anyhow. When Chris sends his pager number I start to clue in that he is just playing around. He tells me that this isn't his normal profile, but rather one he's made for when he travels. The pager number he gave is actually the number to a pay phone at his school, apparently there is some inside joke with his friends there. Of course, you can't actually call a pay phone it just tells you the party cannot be reached or whatever. Chris tells me to relax and says that the guy won't show up anyhow because he gave the right room, but the wrong hotel.
I can't fucking believe that we have just virtually picked up a total stranger for random sex here in New York while Chris is proud of the fact that he led the guy on enough to get him off line just so that he'll stop messaging us. Instead, as we talk more with Sam we make real plans to meet up for Starbucks and to hang out in Central Park tomorrow morning. Chris gives Sam our hotel room and number in exchange for Sam's cell phone number. On his cell phone Chris ID blocks his number and then calls Sam to make sure the guy is for real. After talking for a minute to determine if Sam is a teenager like he says he is and not some creep, Chris gives him his phone number. Sam calls it to make sure we too are legit, and we're set for the morning.
Finally in bed, Chris completely tops me. He is such a natural top I wish he didn't like to bottom so much. I have nothing to compare him to really, but as he slowly makes love to me my whole body tingles and I reach a few mini-orgasms before finally not being able to hold it off any longer. For his attention to me I return the favour before bringing him to climax in my mouth and throat. We cuddle for a while as we drift off to sleep.
We spend Friday morning on the Great Lawn in Central Park with Sam, tossing a Frisbee and tanning on some oversized towels we `borrow' from the hotel before we leave his company. After a late lunch again at a Sbarro's we head back to the hotel to get ready for the baseball game at Shea Stadium tonight. Sure enough, Chris has a New York Mets jersey too. It says Ventura on the back but I don't have to wear this one thankfully because the Mets are Chris's team. Oh goodie! I ask if I should wear the Yankee's jersey again, but I am informed that I'll get beaten up there if I dare to.
Ah baseball, what fun. There are no really hot players that I spot at the game so I watch the crowd more than anything. Aside from that I always cheer too late or at the wrong times when something happens. Finally the game is over and I am so unbelievably relieved that I no longer have to fake having a damn clue about baseball.
When we get back to the hotel there's a message from Sam. Chris calls him back, and 20 minutes later Sam is at our door. He's kinda cute, all nervous and shaking. At first I think he is jacked up on something but the stutter in his speech and cracking of his voice reveal that he's just nervous. At my request he's brought a single joint, which is all he has for now. If I am going to get laid by a stranger alternately with Chris I want to be high. We spark it up in the bathroom almost right away to relieve some tension.
I never thought I'd be involved in a three way, and breathe a sigh of relief inside when it becomes clear that we are all too chicken to actually do anything. Instead we watch Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me on a pay-per-view channel. In the morning when we wake to the alarm Sam bids us an uncomfortable goodbye and heads home. Chris and I start at each other the minute the door shuts behind him. It's just a quickie this morning, joint jack-off session and then we're showered and ready to go.
I call my grandparents and we figure on the best place to meet. Because they have to come from the Bronx we agree to meet in front of Central Park right opposite The Plaza Hotel. I don't have a clue who we are waiting for when they approach.
A gasp gets our attention. My grandmother exclaims to her husband, "Oh, Giovanni! He looks just like you!"
"Heh," is all he says back to her, waiving her off with one hand and extending his other to shake mine.
The hand shake becomes a hug and I get a kiss on both sides of the cheeks. I introduce Chris as my friend while my grandmother fishes through her purse to pull out a photo wallet of every grade school picture of all my sisters and I. I don't like the sound of it, but I guess it's the truth. I can't help but think that if I were looking at him through the eyes of my grandparents I would at least suspect that he is gay. In his normal life he tones it down, but here in New York he is being as he would say `fabulous and uninhibited'. I mean Ralph Lauren or not, the polo shirt he's wearing today is pink! So not knowing my grandparents I have no idea what to make of their reaction to him. Thus I have no idea of what to make of their reaction to me. Can they tell he's gay? If so, what conclusions are they drawing of me? When I stop worrying for a minute I realize that my grandmother is almost moved to tears as we meet for the first time and I unconsciously put my hand around Chris for support.
My grandfather on the other hand seems to have the practiced male stoicism down pat, but he makes it easy, "Don't worry, your mother told us. We live in New York, we've seen it all. So you have a boyfriend."
A few minutes later, reading my mind that my grandmother could dote over me all day right there on the street corner Chris points with a hand and suggests, "Well, shall we?"
I'm not one for history but it actually is fascinating to have my grandparents relate their separate comings to America first-hand. It's nearly 3:00 when we are back in Manhattan. My grandparents want us to come back with them up to the Bronx so that we can see the neighborhood and house that my mother grew up in before taking off on a whim to Texas. I agree because I don't want to be rude and I can't find it in my heart to shoot them down.
At their house I focus on an 8-track player. It seems familiar for some reason. Ah, now I remember. For one Christmas I got one just like it from them, and an America cassette for it. The one they gave me used to be my mother's I gather. I remember it so vaguely, but now I know that's where A Horse With No Name and I Need You were ingrained in me forever. I definitely remember the 8-track player but always associated it with Dad.
It's 8:30 when Chris and I leave and make our way back to the hotel. We are on our own tonight as Dom actually is involved in something at a convention that I thought initially was the reason for the trip here in the first place.
We're thinking of changing and catching a movie at Times Square as we make our way back. Now entering our room plans might change as the light is flashing on the phone that we have a message waiting. Strange though, everyone that needs to get a hold of us has Chris' cell phone number. Chris listens to the message and then hands the phone to me and replays it. It's Sam again and he wants us to go out with him tonight. I figured that we'd never see or hear from him again, but there is his voice on the phone. Before I can come up with an objection Chris called him back. Sam agrees to the movie idea and says he'll be over shortly.
When we meet him out front of the hotel he is pretty fucking cute. He's dressed in baggy, purposely torn and faded jeans with a chain from a belt clip dangling around his leg and climbing up his butt to disappear in his back pocket. He has skater shoes on and a brown tee shirt over a yellow long sleeve shirt with flames on the sleeves. He has a piercing in his eyebrow that I didn't notice before. In fact I'm sure that this hoop with a ball on it was not there before. His jet black hair is done up punk-like with gelled messy spikes. The logo on the waist of his boxers is prominently displayed as he stops walking to heft his back-pack further up his shoulder. Chris and I look at each other and back at him. I think Chris and I just silently agreed to hell with the movie, we have a cute New York boy to seduce and rape! Not actually rape, just have a hot steamy three-way with. My heart starts pounding as Chris suggests we head up to the room for a few minutes first and Sam so easily agrees.
As soon as we are in the room Chris fondles the outside of Sam's jeans and says, "How about we forget the movie, we have a better idea."
"Such as," Sam suggestively asks.
"Raping you," I get out before tasting his lips.
Breaking the lip lock momentarily he allows, "Mmm, go right ahead. I was hoping this would happen. I just thought I'd have to endure another movie before I could ask!"
Finally first contact is established. We waited all night a couple nights ago and all fell asleep with blue balls. I cannot quite believe that we are still doing this but what the hell, the wheels are in motion; I might as well ride this one out now.
Sam slides his backpack off and informs us that he hoped for this and came prepared this time. He has a 6 pack of Miller Lite, an unopened box of condoms and a tube of lube still in the box in his bag. Fishing his hand in his front pocket he pulls out a tin and reveals a few J's. His teeth are not so good, but his smile as he hands me the tin is priceless. He's a virgin boy who wants to finally have sex but is too afraid to do it with someone local. I guess no matter the size of your city, the fear over being discovered or outed is the same. I second guess what the hell I am doing. My pants are becoming uncomfortable as I grow and strain against them. I try to convince myself that I am not going to regret this.
Chris takes a turn at kissing Sam and I figure if he could feel him up with the jeans on I'll just have to one up him. I tug at Sam's jeans but as loose as they are they still don't give. After undoing the belt his jeans fall to the floor on their own. Here goes, the moment of truth. I clip my hand up the leg of the boxers and wrap it around the pole that is tenting them. Sam gasps in shock and bolts a foot backward. I'm sure he would have jumped further if not for the door that he just slammed into and caused an echo out in the hall undoubtedly!
My hand is still encircling his manhood when he squeaks, "You know what? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I'm not ready for this."
Chris embraces him and whispers, "Oh, you're ready. All you have to do is look down to ebb your self-doubt. It feels good doesn't it?"
He's looking down at me, trying to find my eyes but avoiding them when we make eye contact. I release my grip on his penis and gently cup his balls. After a moment of thought Sam hesitantly admits, "It feels great."
"Don't be embarrassed. You've come this far to try it," I say and pop his head out of his boxers and slip it into my warm mouth.
A bolt of electricity shoots through his body and the door rattles loudly again while he gasps. This time he takes longer to suggest he should really go. To change his mind I take him as deep as I can while being concerned about his Prince Albert piercing. He shudders and moans, and urges me on. Yeah, we have him!
Chris and I work Sam over, not exactly a competition, but I wish I were Sam the way we're going at him!
After his orgasm Sam is quickly deflating; psychologically as well as physically. With his jeans still around his ankles I gently grab him by his member and lead him towards the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and I rub the back of his neck and his shoulders soothingly and reassuringly. Not only are his cheeks beet red, but his chest and shoulders even seem to be blushing as I peel off his shirts while he kicks off his shoes and toes of his jeans and boxers. Both Chris and I note this.
Chris offers, "You can leave if you want to now. You haven't really done anything gay yet. We're the ones that have; all you've done is gotten a blow job from two guys. But if it helps, Jon does a whole body-blush thing too when we do it."
"Maybe down south that isn't gay, but around here there's no difference," Sam explains in a mouse voice.
I try to sound as cheery as possible for him, "Well, did you at least like it then?"
He smiles, "Loved it."
Chris cuts in, "So you're O.K. to stay?"
Sam starts un-buttoning my shorts in response. He gets the button undone and the fly down before his hands start to really shake. He keeps on going though and only fumbles a little with my belt. My shorts are only halfway down my thighs when he tentatively presses his hand gently along the length of my boner.
Chris slips my shorts down and off as Sam pulls back the waistband of my underwear and tries a few times to hook it under my balls. Obviously he's seen his share of porn and knows what and how he wants to do things. He takes my swollen member in his hand and is overly gentle in his first few strokes. I wrap my hand around his and stroke with him a few times, giving him encouragement.
Chris slips his shorts off and tosses his shirt before returning to me to take my shirt off. Chris is wearing a white Y-back thong like the one he gave me, and gives Sam a beautiful view of his smooth butt as he straddles my chest. I pull back the pouch to the side as he leans forward and glides into my waiting mouth. Sam's hands disappear from my body briefly as he feels the globes of Chris' butt. He changes his weight on the bed and I gasp as I feel his wet tongue cautiously make contact me.
I remember quite clearly how painfully awkward my first experience with Daniel was and how unsure I felt despite knowing beyond the shadow of any doubt that I was both gay and in love with him. With this in mind I don't want to scare Sam off by pushing him. Thinking you are gay, and acting on that curiosity are two worlds apart. So instead, with my own mouth a little full at the moment I try to voice encouragement through moans of pleasure.
Starting off slow we teach Sam what it's like to lay with another man. First I, and then Chris take turns entering Sam and relieving him of his virginity. He's really into it as are Chris and I and takes us both until we are spent, shooting all over himself twice while I am in him. After his second release we all go to the bathroom and towel down, too exhausted to bother with a shower.
As Sam picks up his boxers from the ataman that they were discarded on Chris stops him, "Hey, you don't have to fuck and then fuck off, you can stay the night again."
"I wasn't leaving, just getting my shorts for bed," Sam responds with a bashfully smile. I think he did figure he was going to be kicked to the curb now that we've deflowered him.
I grab his boxers and toss them, "Nuh uh. You're hot little body gets to lay sandwiched naked between us."
He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. We hop in bed and spoon. Chris in front, Sam pressed against him and me pressed against Sam. My arm is draped over both of them as I drift asleep quickly. About half an hour later I am woken. Sam is too hot pressed between us, and unable to sleep. I give him space but he turns around and snuggles with me. He asks if he can fuck me.
I've never been fucked before. It's always been love, not random sex up until tonight. I'm not against it, but it makes me feel ashamed a bit. I ask about his Prince Albert and he says that he'll take it out for such an opportunity. I agree, but not until the morning. I don't want to fool around without Chris. This is still an us' thing, not a me' thing. I know as we go back home things are different now and really we are both free to go after the boys we want for sex or for boyfriend material. But for now, here in New York, in the closing moments of our amicable relationship I am still going to maintain my faithfulness to my lover.
Morning is announced with a phone call. Dom tells us to get what we want done this morning and be ready at noon. Chris giggles after hanging up the phone and relating the message to me. Sam questions when we're leaving and what the giggle is for.
In a saucy voice Chris relates, "Well, one thing I want to get done this morning is my ass. I heard the chatter last night and I want you to pop that penis ring off and feel the depths of my body!"
As he starts fidgeting with the ring while I lean over the edge of the bed and retrieve the condoms and lube, Sam answers, "Alright! You first."
Sam is definitely thicker than anything I've experienced. I am quite nervous and just staring blankly as Chris takes him. All too soon for Chris, Sam says that he's getting close. He withdraws and pushes me onto my back. Chris lubes up his fingers and works me quickly as Sam applies more lube to himself. Sam slips in with relative ease. I know he thickens towards his base and I'm anticipating the pain when I feel his hips touch mine. He doesn't wait; he starts thrusting in and out of me right away.
I am sure I have had the longest penetration in my life when I involuntarily start leaking my load. I orgasm and he's still going at it. I bite my lip and let him keep going; this is a novelty fuck and I am rather enjoying it. Maybe half a minute after I come he grunts loudly and freezes up. I wish I could feel the force of his ejaculation, it seems so intense over his whole body. Sam stays inside me and I have overcome a personal hurdle of not accepting penetration after cuming. Chris leans in over me and adds his orgasm to our afterglow.
We get up and shower, and make plans for a return engagement tonight. Sam actually spends the rest of the morning with us as we tour the shops of 5th avenue. Sam and I are stuck talking a lot as Chris tries things on. While Chris encourages us to try clothes on too, neither of us can afford anything in any of the stores he drags us to, so conversation is all we have. It's an awkward dialogue at best to start off with. We first met planning on a hook-up under the guise of going to the park. We then met up again that night for sex and watched a movie instead. Only on the third attempt at getting is the sac did we all manage to overcome our inhibitions and let it happen. So what is there to talk about; nice dick, it's the thickest I've had, by the way your ass is tight?
After a morning of shopping where Chris has finally decided on a top and jeans, we head back to the hotel for noon. We dress up for the afternoon, it's a warm day but Chris is forcing me into a pair of his khaki's and a dress shirt. I don't have a pair of dressy shoes so again I am wearing something of his. At least we are almost the same size in everything, the shoes fit and the pants are only slightly loose on me. Sam is with us all the while as we get ready for our last afternoon in New York. He plans to hit home quickly and change, give his parents the slip again and head back here to wait for us tonight. I give him my key-card to the room.
We head across the hall to find Dom waiting on us as usual and head downstairs to have lunch inside the hotel in the Tea Room that is historic in its own right. From there we head to the theatre district and catch a performance of Rent. When we get back to the hotel we take a walk over to Central Park, perhaps one last time, with Dom. As the sun sets we walk the park, stopping to sit for a while at Columbus Circle. Walking along Central Park we come across the horse carriages again and Dom suggests we take a ride in one. We agree so Dom sees us off and heads back to the hotel to go out one last night with his colleagues that he met up with this week.
As we ride along Central Park in the horse drawn carriage Chris tells me about a guy that wanted to get together with him a few weeks ago but he couldn't find it in him to cheat on me. He says that he's going to miss the comfort factor he has with me. He asks me if I plan on dating again right away, so I tell Chris about Paul as we sit in the back of a horse drawn carriage. I tell him everything; the eye contact, the unspoken meeting points in the school where we don't even talk, and Tim and Neil's awareness of this. I tell Chris about the time I was caught checking Paul out outside the gym change rooms and about the drive home from a baseball game that Paul offered and I ruined by perving on his crotch. I also tell him about the night at the beach bash when we first met ourselves, when I shared a beer and a joint with Paul and actually talked to him as a person, not as a group member in some class project. Finally I tell Chris about the encounter at the mall.
I can see it hurts Chris. We are both not ready to move on; even though we can see that we are not meant to be. It's a hard pill to swallow, still being friends with someone you love as more than that. I start to cry for him, for myself, for the loss. It reminds me of the song One For Sorrow that he played for me on our first date'. I tell him as much. We instead agree on the song Viva Forever by the Spice Girls as being ours'. I feel sort of melancholy, sort of relieved that we've ended things on a good note. Our friendship is growing stronger out of the ashes of our relationship as we cuddle in the back of the carriage. Returning to our starting point that feeling is also marked with excited anticipation conflicting with worried shame about Sam waiting on us for a repeat of last night.
After entering the room Sam hands us each a cold can of beer. Miller Lite. Nope, I don't care for it any better than the Bud Lite I've pretended to become partial to for the sake of not looking like a wuss that doesn't drink to my friends. But my mind is quickly taken from that as Sam gets naked and helps us undress. He leads us to the Jacuzzi, so as we wait for it to fill we gulp beer and make out. The tub works well for two, and is tight for three people, but we are horny little fuckers so it works just fine for us.
We switch positions and roles frequently. The water is downright chilly by the time we finish up. We shower, and then individually get ready for bed. Chris and I sandwich Sam again in bed as we sleep. In the morning Chris and I double team Sam before each bottoming for him. Sam starts with me, switches to Chris and then finishes with me.
Using the timer feature on Chris's camera we try to take a picture of us but after a few attempts we give up. Instead we go downstairs and across the street and have a passerby take some pictures of us. We race back to the room, download them onto the laptop and Chris emails them to both Sam and my gay.com addresses.
Sam sticks around as Chris and I pack our suit cases. I notice that Sam must have placed his boxers in mine last night while waiting on Chris and I. He has also hidden a letter or something on lined paper into mine. Realizing that I have found it and am about to say something he cautions me with a finger over his lips. I nod when Chris has his back to us. He winks back.
After Sam says his goodbye Chris and I take a cab for a quick stop in at Macy's. At Chris' insistence I pick out some underwear, mostly boxer briefs and whatever Chris picked out for me. After eating one last time at a Sbarro we head back to the hotel and wait with Dom for the Airport Limousine to pick us up and take us to the airport where we'll board the plane that takes us back to our normal lives. This week has been the most exciting of my life and I shared it with my perhaps best friend and ex-lover, Chris.
[to be continued]
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Note to the reader:
It has been pointed out to me that this is the longest stretch between postings for me, sorry about that. It took a while to get this chapter to where I am happy with it, in the limited time I've had to give to it. As you may see, I am starting to wind down Part 1. It's more or less Jon's self discovery and coming to terms. I figure a handful more chapters and we'll be onto the next phase of his life; I'm thinking by the end of this year, and onto Part 2 for the new year.
A huge thank you to everyone reading and those of you who write back. Honsetly, don't be bashful about writing me! I love feedback and the opportunity to discuss not only the story with anyone intersted, but also like to get to know you a little. phantomscorpio77@gmail.com. Cheers!