Chapter 10
Sunday morning when I woke up, it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was in a strange bed, and there was someone in the bed with me! I panicked for just a second, and then smiled. I looked across and saw Jeff peacefully sleeping. He was so handsome, and his features so striking; and laying at peace this way, he seemed like a sculpture . . . an all-over tan sculpture!
I lifted the covers and gazed underneath, taking in as much of his body as I could see. It was truly amazing, and I had gotten to explore every nook and cranny, and I wanted to do it again, and again!
"Making love," he had called it. Never in all my porn surfing and readings had it made this impression on me. It was always the function, the feeling, and the need to get it done, but not the emotion of the two people together.
I thought about how open I had been with Jeff yesterday, letting him explore me! And I thought of all the times in the water and in the cabin and in bed! I had never imagined I could let someone see me naked, so vulnerable. I had always felt that my body image was lacking, and that someone looking at it would find it wanting, missing something, not good enough, or something.
But Jeff had seemed to enjoy it. I mentally kicked myself . . . not "seemed," you idiot, but did. I couldn't continue to be paranoid or self conscious with Jeff about my body. He had shown me that he did enjoy it, and I certainly enjoyed his!
What did this mean was going to happen at home? Was he going to move in with me? Was I going to move in with him? Would that mean that we would be "boyfriends?" Would that mean that I would have to tell people I was gay? Could I tell everyone he was a cousin?
No, `idiot,' I thought; not if you are going to walk around holding hands! Was he going to let me hold his hand in public? Oh, shit! Was he even going to want to be seen with me in public? Fuck! I was making assumptions again.
`You idiot,' I said to myself; you are being paranoid again. Get through the rest of today, and then we would take it from there. I smiled again, remembering how he had treated me with such care and concern. He had wanted to please me, and he wouldn't just let me "do it" and get it done. He wanted to draw it out.
I was completely hard by now, remembering all the great stuff from yesterday, and from looking at his amazing body. I could only see the tip of his cock from this angle, and I wanted to see more of it!
I moved both myself and the covers, so I could take in more of the view, but in the process must have woke him up.
He looked up at me and then at the covers. I blushed, but he smiled and said, "Enjoying the view?"
"Yes!" I said.
He chuckled, and flipped the covers off of him and said, "Look away!"
There was so much to take in! My eyes wanted to look everywhere at once! I needed to be a chameleon that looked in two different directions at the same time. He had moved so he was lying on his back. His dick was nearly hard, and lay at an angle across his inner thigh. His balls hung low and down between his legs.
The definition of his muscles was amazing; and I loved the way his hair curled and twisted in the trail up to his navel! I just wanted to run my tongue along it! And those cute, pink nipples! I could play with those all day long!
His eyes . . . I wanted to just get lost in them! But they were looking at me, ranging across my face and down my body and back up. The corners of his mouth tipped up with the hint of a smile.
"What?" I said, still self conscious of my staring.
He smiled, "Do you like what you see? Because I sure do!" I blushed, and he pulled me to him. "Come here, little buddy!"
He kissed me, deeply and soundly! I was gasping for air when we finished. His hand found my dick and squeezed. "Look who wants to come out and play!" He fondled my dick and balls, then, as I felt my ears heat up.
"Yeah, I think so," I said, in a husky voice. He rolled his back to me and began to rub my dick along his ass. That felt amazing! I began humping his crack, and moaning.
He gave a snort, reached into the drawer next to the bed, grabbed a tube and handed it to me, and said, "Take me! I'm yours!" There was humor in his voice.
The tube in my hand said lube, and I got the picture. I wasn't sure I was ready for this, or that this is what he meant. I stumbled over the words, "Are you wanting . . . are you sure you . . . I mean . . . "
He looked over his shoulder and said, "Yes, little buddy, yes!"
My hand was shaking, as I applied the cold goop to my dick, and then remembered to smear some on and in his hole. It felt so strange to slip my finger inside his ass. He moaned as I did.
I then placed the head of my dick at his hole. This was all so foreign to me! I pushed in slowly, and his hole expanded and swallowed my cock! Oh Fuck! What a feeling! It was so hot, and so tight!
He moaned again, and I was afraid I had hurt him. "You okay?" I asked, with concern in my voice.
"Feels good!" he said, in kind of a spaced out voice.
I took that as a go-ahead, and began to slowly slide in and out of him. The strokes seemed to be natural, and he would moan and move back into me. I couldn't take too much of this; it was all too amazing, and I felt a tidal wave rushing towards me, and it consumed me!
After filling his ass, I collapsed on his back. I lay there panting, as he moved his ass up and down over my dick. "Nice!" he said, in a low raspy voice. "Very nice!"
I felt like I was having an out of body experience; I could see me laying on top of Jeff, and my dick still inside of him. It had been the most amazing feeling in my life. I had now experienced it from both ends (so to speak), and it was amazing.
Not only that, but it seemed like a complete sharing of ourselves, more than anything else we had done. I lay down across his back and sighed! "Ahhhhhhhmazing!" I said.
He chuckled and said, "So glad you enjoyed it, little buddy. It was amazing from this side as well." He wiggled his butt. "Now I have to go pee!"
I moved, and let my dick slip out of him, and watched as he opened the front door and stood on the edge of the porch. I put my hand down on the bed, and realized that he had cum as well!
Jumping out of bed, I hurried to stand next to him. "Oh, so now you want to watch me pee!"
I blushed and said, "Yes...I mean...no; I just needed to go, and did you, you know . . . in there?"
He laughed, as he held his slick dick, which caused it to bounce. "Did I cum? Shoot my jizz? Blow my load? Orgasm? Cream my jeans?" He looked at me and smiled, "Yeah. You were rather amazing!"
That really got me embarrassed. Me? Amazing? I realized I had to take a leak as well, so I stood next to him and thought of water falls and rushing water, so I could get a stream going. He didn't say a word while I worked on getting past the piss shyness.
Once I had a stream going, he said, "That's it! Now you are one of the guys! Pissing off of the porch!"
"Why is all of this so easy for you and so fucking hard for me?" I said, playing sword fight with our piss stream.
"Probably because you can't keep your hand off of your dick, and I can!" he said, laughing at my double entendre.
"Asshole!" I said.
He laughed, "Really, it's probably because I've been this way all my life, and you have been an amazingly cute, geeky, nerdy, dweeb!" The way he said it, I knew that he wasn't meaning that in a mean way . . . and he had said, "cute" again!
"And I am not a dweeb!" I said, shaking my dick.
He laughed, "Oh, but you agree that you are a geek, a nerd, AND cute!" He had finished pissing, and tousled my hair, while giving me a broad smile.
He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed. "You ARE just too cute!"
He removed his arm and started running to the beach, "Last one in has to cook breakfast!"
"No fair!" I said, as I took off after him. He slowed down so I could catch up, but I was still so fascinated by his ass that I stumbled and fell down on the beach.
He came back and helped me up. I played like my ankle was hurt, so he would bend down, and then I took off for the lake! "Ha, ha!" I said, as I jumped into the lake!
"Come here, you little dweeb!" he said, tearing after me.
In the lake, he dunked me soundly, and played grab ass with me.
We laid on the rock for a bit to dry off. I made breakfast . . . pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee; I can cook fairly well.
After breakfast, he wanted to go for a hike, and I wanted to go back to the bed. He laughed and said, "We have plenty of time when we get home. You don't have to make up for the past 15 years all in one day!"
I smacked him on the ass with the pancake turner and said, "Only 13 years!"
I was getting ready to put on shorts for the hike, when he asked, "What for?"
"Because we might run into someone!" I said.
"You don't think they've seen naked men before?" He smiled that cute smile of his, the one that dared me to do something, but said, "I think you're cute!" all at the same time; or at least that is how I was beginning to read it. Me, cute? Yeah, right!
He packed a small backpack with some lunch stuff and water, and we headed out. Of course, I sprouted wood almost immediately, because I was walking around naked outside, where anyone could come by and see me; plus, watching Jeff naked was always such a turn on.
He stopped at one point, and I ran into him, because I had been daydreaming about his body, and exploring it
"Careful with that thing!" he said, gripping my rigid dick. "Can't you keep it under control?" I noticed that, as usual, he wasn't hard.
"I still can't believe that you can walk around naked and not be hard!" I said.
He laughed, "Look, I've been naked so much of my life that it is just second nature to me, and I don't get hard just being naked. Now being naked and looking at your cute body, that could be another story!" He reached out and squeezed my dick.
I groaned and blushed at the same time.
"I could give you a swift kick to the nuts to get that to go down, if you want!" he said, with that special smile of his.
"No, thanks!" I said, cringing at the thought.
He laughed, and we continued on around the lake. The scenery was great, but I kept getting distracted by the naked body in front of me. My dick went down somewhere along the trail, but, after lunch, I wanted some more of Jeff's body.
It was really amazing to be lying on a blanket out in the open, naked and making out! I still couldn't get enough of Jeff, and he certainly responded to my advances. It became a complete unfocused fog of passion on my part. I still wanted to taste and touch every part of him again.
After that, we had a nice swim to cool off (in more ways than one!), and then headed back.
Back at the cabin, we packed and cleaned up. I told Jeff, "This place is amazing! Can we come back here often?"
He laughed and said, "You can 'cum' whenever you want to! And I think you are amazing!"
But he said, "Yes, we can come back as often as you want. Maybe you can work out something where you can work remotely."
I laughed, "If I tried to work here, I wouldn't get a lot done!"
Back in the truck, he had us ride back naked. He played with my dick while he drove, and I would reach over and play with his. Needless to say, as we approached the house, we were both hard and dripping.
He parked in the garage, and before the door was even down all the way, he was out of the truck. I helped him unload and put things away, but all the while my dick was saying, "I want attention!"
When we went inside his house, he led me down the hall to his bedroom. Was I really going to do this in his house? This seemed so strange, and so much like invading his privacy. Well, not that I hadn't done that plenty of times already, by watching him from my windows; but now I was being invited to his bedroom!
Fuck! My dick was pulsing with my racing heart rate, and I was becoming more and more nervous.
Sensing my unease, Jeff said, "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"This seems so strange. I mean . . . at the cabin, it was like we were in another world; and it was a bit surreal. Now, at your house, and seeing my house over there, it just seems to be like coming back to reality."
I frowned, "I mean, what are the neighbors going to say? What if someone comes by to visit you? Or you get a phone call? What am I supposed to do?"
He tousled my hair and said, "First, I could care less what the neighbors think. And it isn't like we are fucking and sucking in the backyard!" he smiled, and added, "yet!"
"And, second, if someone comes to visit, which I doubt, or comes to the door, we'll throw on some shorts and answer the door; unless, of course, it is one of your friends looking for you; then we will answer the door naked!" He laughed, to show me he was kidding.
"And tomorrow," I started, "I have to go to work, and . . . " He put his finger to my lips to stop my rambling.
"Look, little buddy, work will go on, and we'll make sure you get there on time, and I'll even pack you a lunch." He took my head in his hands and made sure I was looking at him before saying, "And now that I've gotten you naked and in my house, I don't think I want to let you go!"
He chuckled, "Unless, you are going to go to your home and sit in the chair naked and watch me jerk off; and you jerk off as well!"
I blushed. "I have to get my clothes for work and I have to . . . " He smiled again.
"We have plenty of time to take care of all of that." He thought for a second, "Maybe, we'll just spend the night in your house!"
"Really?" I said. And then I thought, "But what will . . . and I've got to . . . and the house is . . . "
"You just worry way too much!" He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.
Lying down in his bed, which totally smelled like Jeff, I was instantly hard, and nervous at the same time. This was like going home with someone and having sex for the first time with them; but I had never done that. I had only had sex with him at the cabin; it was just a place to visit. This was where someone lived . . . and that someone was Jeff.
I looked around and saw the clock on the nightstand, along with a book. I wondered what the book was. I saw his closet door open, and his clothes hanging there; and his laundry basket. Did he have much laundry, considering he went naked so much of the time. And did it all smell like Jeff? Was there any underwear in there? Were there any stains on them? I was thinking of my boxers, which could have piss or cum stains and an occasional hash mark. That made me blush.
I looked across the hall into the bathroom and saw his toilet and towels . . . his sink with the soap and toothbrush. What would I use?
I looked back at Jeff, and saw he was just watching me. "Taking inventory?" he asked, with a smile.
I blushed again and said, "I'm sorry, it's just that . . . " I couldn't finish, because he pulled me down on top of him and started deep kissing me.
That wiped out any crazy thoughts I was having, and I melted into his arms. This time, he took complete control and explored every nook and cranny of my body, as he had done before, but he seemed to take more time, and to be even more thorough, if that was possible.
When he had brought me so close to the brink, by his ministrations to my body, he used something he had in his night stand to rub on my dick, and then he did the most amazing thing! He sat down on my dick!
He smiled, when he saw the expression on my face. I started to say something, but he, again, put his finger to my lips. He began to ride my dick then, and I thought I couldn't imagine anything more pleasurable!
He was intently watching the emotions flow across my face, as I experienced this from a whole new perspective. He was doing all the work, and I was reaping the benefits.
Having gotten me so close, from performing this latest configuration, I felt the rush of that over powering sensation that precedes an orgasm. I was panting and aching to get more of me in him. I was raising up my hips to meet him, and he was smiling.
Then it hit! Fuck! My head thrashed back and forth, as the impact of the moment took over. I was holding onto his hips, pushing up into him as far as I could. I had my eyes squeezed shut from the earth shattering moment, and my teeth gritted, as I tried to take every bit of the sensations away from the mind-blowing experience!
I felt him contract around my dick, and then felt the warm ropes of his cum land on my chest and stomach. He was cumming as well! Fuck!
I lay there panting, trying to regain my breath, as he played his hands across my chest and stomach. I forced open my eyes, and tried to focus on Jeff. A huge smile spread across his face. "You were pretty amazing, there, little buddy!" he said.
"Me? No, that was totally you!"
He rolled off of me, and we held on to each other for a while, without saying anything; just letting our hands roam over the other's body.
"Shower?" he asked, and I went into my analysis mode again. Shower? With him? Did I wash him? Did he wash me? What was he expecting me to do? Was I supposed to blow him while we were in there, or jerk him off with a soapy hand?
He laughed at the look on my face. "It's a simple question. Do you want to take a shower with me, or not?"
I felt my ears warm up, and nodded my head, not trusting myself to say anything.
He led me to the bathroom and got the shower going. Then he got out a towel for me to use, and a clean washcloth.
When the temperature was correct, he had me get in first, and then followed, pulling the shower curtain closed.
"Can I wash you?" he asked, smiling.
"Only, if I get to wash you." I knew I was blushing from my boldness.
He laughed, and got the washcloth wet, lathering up some soap that smelled just like the forest around the cabin, and began to clean me up. He tickled me in several places, and evoked a response from what I thought was fast becoming an overused portion of my body!
After cleaning every place, including between my toes, he rinsed me, getting water up my nose, laughing at me as I sputtered.
Then it was my turn. I took great care in cleaning him completely, but I had to laugh when I saw the cum dripping out of his hole when I went to clean him. He didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed or ashamed, but said, "I'll teach you how to clean that out really well one of these days, and help you prep for more of that type of fun!"
I finally got that he must be talking about an enema. Would I really let someone else give me one of those, or watch while I had one? He laughed, as he read the expression on my face.
I cleaned and rinsed him well. Then, with the shower off, and us out of it, he grabbed a towel and started drying me. When he finished, I did the same to him.
He handed me a toothbrush to use. "Before you ask, it is a brand new one; and, no, I don't keep those around for every one-night stand I have. I just happen to have an extra one, just in case someone special stayed over; not that I would be adverse to sharing one with you." He saw the look on my face and said, "Look, we've had our tongues so far down each other's throats that I don't think a little teeth brushing with the same toothbrush could be any more 'unhygienic!'"
"Do you have a lot of one-night stands?" I managed to asked, while not looking at him in the mirror.
He started laughing and said, "I said you were someone special, and the only thing you picked up on was 'one-night stands?'"
I went a deep crimson then. He chuckled, and tousled my wet hair. We brushed our teeth. Then he handed me a comb and let me comb my hair; I watched, enthralled, as he combed his. He smiled.
"Sorry," I said. "I haven't watched anyone comb his hair before while naked."
He smiled.
In the kitchen, with an apron on, he whipped up some amazing stir fry over steamed rice, and followed that up with some berries with cream for dessert. "I could get spoiled, eating like this," I said.
"Well, I expect you to do your share of the cooking!" he said, and panic mode set in again. Was he saying we were going to live together? Really? Was I ready for that?
He must have seen it run across my face, because he looked concerned and said, "What?"
"Were you, I mean, us, same house, you know, living, I mean, together, and what about, I mean, how, I mean, what, I mean . . . "
He smiled that amazing smile and said, "Oh, so, once again, I am moving too fast!" He came over and put a hand on my shoulder. "I just assumed, stupid of me, that you would feel like I did, and couldn't imagine being apart after what we have already gone through."
Did he really just say that? "I mean . . . " I tried to start, and then got a grip on myself. "I've never lived with someone. I mean, you know, 'lived' with someone." He didn't razz me about it.
"Okay, we can take this at your pace. I want to be with you as much as possible, but if that means we sleep apart and such, because you need to ease into this, then that is fine. I want you to be happy and fine with the arrangements." He looked at me with such, should I really say, love?
I felt like an idiot. "Jeff, I don't know. I've never done this, but the thought of being able to sleep next to you sounds amazing. How do we organize this? I mean, getting me ready for work, meals, houses, etc."
He smiled and pulled me to him. "Look, it's not like I have a rule book or a game plan for this myself. Let's take it a little bit at a time, and see what works best, but I am sure I can get your ass out of bed and to work on time. However, when you get home, you are going to be naked, and all mine!"
I felt better then. We sat next to each other on the couch, and watched some movie on TV, and caressed each other as we did so. I stayed the night at Jeff's, and he managed to get me up and over to my house, with enough time to get me dressed and ready for work.
That was a year ago. It was a struggle, at first, on my part. There was a letting go of privacy, and of being `me' centered, but Jeff was patient and, with humor, we got through it.
We live in my house; Jeff moved in with me. That was the most amazing thing to say, at the beginning, that someone had moved in with me. A couple moved into his place, and after being caught a couple of times in some unique situations by the new neighbors, we decided to put up some sheers that let light in, but kept out what was going on inside a bit less conspicuous.
Sharing my life with someone else had lots of ramifications. First, it was just adjusting to someone "invading" my space. Once I stopped thinking of it that way, I got over it and embraced it; just I had embraced Jeff.
And then there was work, and Jeff's work, and friends. We didn't overtly push it out there, but we didn't hide it either. I had him down on everything at my work, as far as personal contact information and such, and he did likewise.
After we had combined and redone some of the furnishings, we had a house warming and invited people we knew (mostly mine were from work), and even a couple of neighbors.
It was quite obvious that we were together . . . the kingsize bed in the well-used bedroom, and the queen-size bed in the more staged guest room. I think we even had His and His towels hanging in the bathroom!
Along the way, as we worked together and talked together, it was rather obvious. One of his friends, from the university, even came up to us in the kitchen and said, "Are you two . . . ?" and let the question hang.
Jeff looked at me. I said, "You bet! Once I saw this hunk running around his house naked next door, I told myself, I had to have him!"
Jeff laughed and said, "Now tell him the truth about watching your new neighbor!"
Thank you to all that have written about the story and bugging me for another chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. harryrod575@yahoo.com
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