First Love 1
Author: Andy Roman
Email: andyjroman@gmail.com
Subject: First Love - 1
Disclaimer & Copyright: All the standard disclaimers apply. This is a fictional story with fictional characters. Please do not read; if you are legally prohibited or are offended by same-sex love. This work is copyrighted, but you are welcome to share it with your friends.
First Love
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There I was. Standing sandwiched between Mike and his truck, in the parking lot of a mall. His dark green eyes were staring into my blue ones. He had his arms wrapped around my waist. I think green makes you feel warm, and blue reminds one of the cool waters. I had my arms half way up his arms.
"You're beautiful." He said still looking into my eyes.
"I'm?" I asked rhetorically, smiling shyly and involuntarily lowering my head to stare at my shoes.
"You are. And I like you a lot David."
"I like you too, Michael."
For some reason, I like calling him Michael, rather than Mike. He tells me that I sound like his mother.
"Aww, you are so sweet. Let me thank you for that compliment."
He leaned in and kissed me gently. Mike, at 6 feet, is only 2 inches taller than I'm, so it is perfect. Neither of us has to stretch too much to kiss.
It was a cold October evening. It did feel good to be standing there wrapped in the arms of a gorgeous guy. If not for the way he gawked at cute boys, Mike could very well pass for a straight guy. His green eyes and of course the embrace warmed me up. I was lost in my thoughts. We were totally still. Neither of us wanting to disturb the other.
* * *
I met Mike at a novelty store in Boys' Town. Yes. I was looking for something funny and naughty for one of my friends' birthday. I was perusing those magnets, the ones with funny quotes, which you put up on the refrigerator. I never noticed this guy standing next to me, until we both reached for the same magnet.
I looked at him and could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a navy blue t-shirt, light blue jeans and flip flops. He could have easily set off a fire alarm. He was HOT.
I've known that I'm gay ever since I was 13. Why on earth did my `gay-dar' NOT go off when he came stood next to me? I'm sure I'm spending too much time with my books and not enough time honing the skills that every single gay guy must have. I'm losing it.
Just kidding...
My eyes were still locked onto his when he spoke.
"Would you let me have your phone number, if I let you have that magnet?" he finally asked, smiling sweetly.
I broke into a big grin. I thought that was very funny and darn too smart.
"Would you?" he sounded serious, though the sweet smile remained on his face.
I had to come up with something at least half as good as his ice-breaker. The best I could come up was, "What kinda girl do you take me for?"
"A pretty one." He answered instantly.
We both laughed at this and introduced ourselves. He convinced me that I needed that magnet more than he did, saying he was just killing time before his friends showed up at their favorite hangout, and he was not exactly going to buy it.
We shopped a little while learning about each other. Just the basic stuff like, age, if we were single, where we lived, our friends etc. Mike is 25, a year older than I'm and lived pretty close to my place.
I paid for my purchases and we both stepped out of the store. As unbelievable as it may sound, we exchanged phone numbers. He had to go meet his friends, so he promised to call me over the weekend and started walking away. I was going to walk around for a little bit more before I headed home.
We were about 50 feet from each other when he called out to me.
"Hey...David"
I turned around to face him.
"I'm so glad that my friends are late today." he shouted putting both his palms to his mouth. Then he turned around waving a good bye and jogged away.
I have to confess that I was a little shocked at this. Though I wouldn't call myself an introvert, I don't speak too much or even laugh too loud. This was a little too wild for me. I was worried what all the people on the street would think of me. Yea right, as if they cared. But I quickly forgot about that and sauntered around the stores, mostly window shopping.
It was a long week with both school and a full time job taking most of my time. But as there is always a sunrise after darkness, weekend arrived. Mike called me as promised and we talked for more than an hour. He was decent, polite, witty, sweet and smart. Not to mention gorgeous. And I'm sure he thought of me, the same way, if I may say so myself.
If I can talk with someone for an hour, it either means we are arguing the best way to reverse engineer an undocumented piece of software or we have what is called `chemistry'. I did not think about reverse engineering anything while I was talking with him, so I can safely say that we had hit it off. We've been going out ever since.
* * *
Back to the parking lot of the mall.
His chin was resting on my shoulder now. He kissed the space between my ear and the temple, and released the embrace.
"Let's get your ass back home. It's getting cold." He said, jogging to the driver side.
We pulled out of the mall and started driving towards my apartment.
"You know, one of these days, we should make out on the back on this truck." he said, laughing at his own joke.
I just smiled back at him. He waited a few seconds for a better response from me. He did not get any.
"Thinking about me?" he asked trying to get me to talk.
"Sorta."
"You were picturing the two of us making out on the back of this truck. Right?" He asked triumphantly.
"No." I said looking out of the window, trying to read some sign on a store on my side of the street.
"Huh? You are so boring. Luckily for you, you are hot. Otherwise I'd have left you long ago."
I smiled again, a little wider this time.
"You know what I'm thinking...?" He asked
"What?"
"That I should marry Oprah, if you just keep giving me single word answers."
"Very funny" I said desperately trying to calm my nerves and be normal.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"Yea, I'm fine. Sorry."
"So tell me what you're thinking about?"
"About work." I lied.
"Liar. You just said you were `sorta' thinking about me."
For a jock, the boy had a sharp mind. Well he is not just a great body. He is smart, sincere and sweet. The three `S' I look for in a man. He is an all-round nice guy. That and the fact that he has never tried to get me into bed so far had made me see a future with him.
How could I lie to such a sweet heart? "Sorry." I apologized and gave him a quick smile.
"You'll be pardoned ONLY if you promise to make out with me on the back of this truck." He said trying to keep a straight face.
"I promise." I gave his hand a little squeeze. Mike, the romantic, always wanted to hold hands. Despite my concern that he shouldn't be driving a truck on one hand, he won his way.
He would have continued, but luckily for me, we were already pulling into my parking lot. The mall was not too far away from my place. Mike parked the truck, got down and walked me back to the apartment. Once again, I stood sandwiched between the door and Mike. He also, always, liked to put his arms around my waist, and stare into my eyes. Not that I complain.
"I had fun tonight. As usual" He said.
"Me too. And I'm sorry I upset you by being too quiet" I apologized.
"You didn't upset me, David. I just hope you're alright."
"Thanks Michael. I'm. Umm..."
"What is it?"
"I was actually thinking...if...you..." I dragged it out really slow.
"If I...what?"
"Would like to come inside." I finally said. "For coffee or something" I quickly added.
"Sure. If you are not overly tired." He said carefully.
Mike has been in my apartment several times before, but never after we got back from a date. It might sound strange that we are three months into dating and nothing more than kissing has ever happened between us.
He settled in front of the television and started switching channels. I settled in front of my laptop and started to check my emails. There were a couple of them, but nothing important.
"Do you want to use the bathroom?" I asked casually.
"Yea. I'll be back in a minute. Miss me. okay?"
"I'll try." I waved my arm as if to dismiss him from the room.
"Could I borrow your pajamas?" He asked. I was glad that he understood my invitation was to spend the entire night at my place.
"Just want to get a little more comfortable", he justified.
"You want to get into my pajamas, don't you?" I teased and I surprised myself how much I had calmed down from the time we both got inside the apartment. Even without any deep breathing. I think it was just the decision which was difficult to make.
"Always, baby" he said winking.
I grinned but ignored him. "The pajamas are in the 2nd shelf from the top. There are towels in the third, if you need them."
"Thanks", he left
I heard Mike flushing and opening the bathroom door. When he entered the living room, my jaw dropped. He is gorgeous, if I have not mentioned it already. I don't yet understand what he sees in me. Now I'm not bad looking. I'm tall, handsome (as per my friends and all my aunts), blue eyes, a great smile, loving, caring, smart and fun to be with. Now I don't have 14 inch biceps or a 6 pack with huge pecs showing through my shirts. But thanks to Yoga and a balanced diet, my body is toned to perfection. And everybody notices the radiance of my eyes and skin. God, I totally bragged!
Where were we? Yes, my jaw dropped. He was dressed in my pajamas and a tank-top. In my opinion, the hottest thing in the world is a gorgeous guy in a tight fitting muscle shirt and boxer briefs. I couldn't help staring at his broad shoulders, sizable biceps, well built pecs and the flattest stomach I've ever seen. The time I spend in the class rooms, Mike spends in the gym. So even though its no wonder, he looks the way he does, not all gym-rats look like Mike. There is some special charm about this guy.
"Did you miss me?" he asked as he walked toward the couch. He looked adorable. The word `Jock' doesn't even begin to explain how hot he is.
"Yes sweet heart. Don't you see I've lost 3 pounds?"
"Ha ha. You crack me up". He laughed a fake laugh holding his stomach and threw a pillow from the couch at me.
"Do you want to check your emails? I'll go change" I asked dodging the pillow.
"Sure, be back soon."
I quickly changed and brushed. I stood staring at myself in the mirror. I thought the decision to invite Mike inside the apartment was tough. Here was a tougher decision to make. I stood there thinking.
Part one of the plan was already a success. I mentally went through part two. I have always held the opinion that sex in a relation should never be planned. When the time is right, it shall happen. Sex is only one of the many dimensions of love. What if tonight was the night? I wanted to be prepared. I decidedly moved the lube and condoms to the bedroom. Yea, yea, hypocrite. Whatever.
Thanks to a well paying job and the low cost of living in this part of the town, I was able to afford a place on my own. It was a simple but elegant one bedroom apartment on the 2nd floor. Thanks to the gay gene, the apartment was beautifully decorated. Even though I was quite occupied with my masters' degree most evenings, I managed to keep it up pretty well. The reason probably is that I did not have too much time to clutter.
"Do you want anything to eat, drink?" I asked, walking back into the living room.
Mike had retired back to the couch and the television. He looked so sexy and welcoming. He stretched out one of his arms out and gestured me to join him on the couch. Part two of my well laid plan was all forgotten. I went and sat next to him. Without a moment's hesitation, he hugged me from behind and kissed me on the cheek. We started watching a rerun of FRIENDS. Halfway through, I realized that we were lying down all cuddled up.
I'm 24, but I've only heard and read of two guys cuddling up and watching TV. Call me a geek. I don't care. Everybody has a first time, yes even for cuddling, and tonight was mine. It felt great. I turned towards him and looked into his eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing." It was more a nod than a word.
He leaned into kiss me. A gentle kiss developed into a passionate one. Mike firmed his embrace and pulled me closer. For the first time, I felt his hard body. It felt good. No, it felt great. After several minutes, he let go off me and apologized.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
I pouted.
We both started laughing.
"Do you want to go inside?" he asked.
"Not until you put a ring on my finger and a donkey in my father's barn" I joked trying to imitate Sophia from Golden Girls.
"You are SO gay." He made fun that I adored Golden Girls.
"Thank God."
"Every single day." he said.
"Michael, I'm not promising anything...but you know."
"I know." He smiled reassuringly.
"Ok." He took me by the arm and led me to the bedroom.
Mike could barely wait until we got into the bedroom. He started kissing and running his hands all over me. He pushed me on the bed and fell over me, never stopping to kiss me. He was very passionate. I could feel his hard-on pressed against me.
He stopped. He propped himself up and sat straddling me. He quickly pulled off his tank in one swift motion. His skin was so smooth and soft. Yet firm from pumping all that iron in the gym. He got off the bed and stripped off the pajamas and his boxer briefs. Mike is a total stud. Absolutely adorable, sweet, polite, funny and smart. And he wears boxer briefs. The man of my dreams.
This is the first time I've gone this far with any guy. Yea, some might say I'm too old for this to be my first time. I never liked the concept of going out on a date on Friday, meeting his friends on Saturday, meeting his parents on Sunday, having a fight on Monday, breaking up on Tuesday, brooding all Wednesday, getting online to find the next boy friend on Thursday and starting the entire thing again with the new one on Friday. I have dated a few guys in the past, but they all ended after mostly within a couple of months. Anyways, I digress.
Mike then helped me remove my clothes. I was shy at first and then quickly gave in. I was completely naked. I had never imagined allowing myself to be naked in front of a stranger. It was going to be a night of many firsts.
I started shaking uncontrollably. I don't know why. May be this is what first time jitters is, but I was not scared or anything. I was enjoying it actually. Mike got into the bed and pulled the sheets over us, so that I wouldn't be so exposed.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded a yes, but could not stop shaking. I was worried I might scare him away. I wanted him.
"There's nothing to worry. We'll not do anything that you don't want to." He put his arm around me and pulled me close in an embrace. I melted into him immediately, but it took sometime before I stopped shaking. Mike never let go of the embrace until I was totally relaxed.
"You are so cute, did you know that?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. I've never done this before." I confessed.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked to make sure if that's what I wanted.
"No. I want you Mike. I want you to make love to me." It was dark, but I was sure Mike could feel my blush, if not see.
"Oh God, you are so cute. And you know what...you called me Mike." He was excited `cos he thought it is a sign of us getting closer to each other. I have serious problems, don't you think. What does he even see in me!
He kissed me and rolled over so that he was on top of me. Now until this moment I did not completely believe I was a bottom or know Mike is a top. My legs slowly parted and he got in between them. It just seemed so natural. So instinctive. Mike leaned in and kissed me again. He looked at me. I nodded a Yes and pointed towards the night stand.
"Not so innocent. Now I know what you were thinking about at the mall and the drive back home". He teased.
He equipped himself and got down to business.
Looking that I was starting to shake again, he said, "Just relax and enjoy. Let me know if it hurts or you don't like it. okay?"
All I could do was take a deep breath and nod positively at him.
He slowly pressed against me. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard, I swear, my eyes could have popped out. I was grabbing onto the sheets as if I was falling off a cliff and they were my sole hope.
He leaned in and kissed me gently. I opened my eyes.
"David, I love you too much to hurt you. You can stop me anytime. okay? Now relax. okay?"
I don't know if he even realized it, but he had just said the three magical words. He said he loves me. This was the first time since we started dating has he said that. Well it was not a sentence on its own, but I could see that he meant it. The sincerity in his voice was more than enough to relax me and bring him into my trust.
"Ok. Just take it easy." I requested.
Mike took over like a pro. I experienced pleasures I did not know existed. After almost, only God knows how long, he pulled himself out and lay down next to me. He pulled me close to him and kissed me gently.
After our breaths returned to normal, he looked into my eyes, supporting himself on his elbow.
"I thought this moment would never come. You're amazing. It was so worth the wait." he said.
I was too excited and exhausted to even talk. I just smiled looking into those warm eyes of his.
"Now get some sleep, player." He gave me a long tender kiss. Then lay down and pulled me closer to him.
After only a few moments, I heard Mike's relaxed breathing. He was fast asleep. It had been a long day for me and by far, the most exciting evening of my life. Mike's arm around me was comforting. Soft, yet strong. I realized that I had a boy friend now. This is all I ever wanted. And, here it was.
"I love you too, Mike." I murmured to the sleeping beauty.
I was tired, but could not sleep. I kept thinking if it was possible to be in love with two men at the same time. It reminded me of the Ayn Rand novel I had read a couple of years ago. I had argued, with a friend, that in my opinion, it was perfectly okay for someone to be in love with two people and sleep with both at the same time. "As long as sex is an expression of union of hearts and not just of the bodies, it is alright", I had declared. Now I was not very sure.
It took a long time, but I did fall asleep, in the arms of my boyfriend.
to be continued...
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