Another story, this was a fun one to write, because it was a fun experience. So this story occurs about 2-3 years after I graduated college, so it would have been 2002/2003 or so, it was summer so I guess I was 23 years old. I was working with my father at his company while I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. It wasn't so bad, good money and I got a lot of freedom to do what I wanted to. Justin (from my other story) was doing his thing, he was a junior going into his senior year I think, and we still hung out a lot. He had met a girl and was getting pretty serious with her. I had a sort of steady thing with someone I had met a few months earlier prior to when this story takes place. She would actually end up being my wife, but at the time I had doubts and thought about not seeing her anymore. This turns out to be the last serious long term encounter with another guy in my life. I don't mean serious as in we started dating, but serious as in it happened over a period of time and real sex was involved, not just drunk fooling and such. I know I'm kinda bouncing around with stories on the timeline, and I do have a couple more from college and one worth telling from highschool, but I guess its just whatever mood I get in and which one I want to write about. I had never met him before and it turned out to be just a random encounter set up by the stars. I had no hopes or dreams of hooking up with someone that day, and I wasn't really looking to be honest, but when chance gives you a chance, why not right? So for people who haven't read my other stories about my college experiences, I'm 6 foot even, buzzed light brown hair, chin goatee, good build , green eyes, 7 inch cut dick, good thickness. So now that is out of the way.
Anyway, it was a weekend and a friend I went to college with, Lucas, invited me over for his younger sister's high school graduation party at his house. We played hockey together in college, and lived one town away from each other now that we were back home. I say one town, but it was really 2 mins away, we both lived on the lines of our respective towns. Funny though, we never met each other in highschool although we lived so close to each other. His town played in a different league, so we never played hockey against each other back then.
So I arrived a little early and helped set up the place. Lucas just used his sister's grad party as an excuse to get some of the team back together and get shitfaced and hang out. And his plan worked. Only thing I hated was family coming over to me and trying to guess which cousin or nephew or whatever family member I was. Lucas and I looked pretty similar, we were both the same height, build, and had the same haircut. His hair was a little lighter than mine, but that wasn't enough to stop people from telling me they remembered when I was only 3 months old and fed me a bottle. So, speaking of a bottle, I just smiled and nodded at the old folks, grabbed a beer and sat down at one of the tables. It was outside in the backyard of his house; pool, nice yard, they had a tent set up....it had a cool feel to it.
Lucas: So who did she think you were?
Me: Michael I think? No clue.
Lucas: Just tell them who you are and that you aren't family dude, they'll leave you alone.
Me: Nah this is more fun, plus they seem to be enjoying it haha.
He laughed and his sister came over and hugged me, I gave her a card and we chatted a bit. As a bi guy, she was very attractive and I would have put a play on her if she wasn't both 17 and Lucas' sister. Plus, she was going off to college and she would figure all that shit out on her own. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she would see me around later. Lucas was giving me a death stare.
Lucas: Off limits Brandon.
Me: haha I know.
Lucas wanted to show me his new truck out front, so we walked around to look at it. I mean "new" by 7 years old, but new to him. It was a nice truck, really clean and looked like it was in very good shape. People kept arriving while we were out front drinking, me listening to him brag about his truck. A car pulled up and a kid got dropped off by his parents to go to the party. I looked at him through my sunglasses from an angle, not bad at all. No one else had caught my eye yet, but this kid was pretty hot. I had to look away though, if he got dropped off by his parents, he is probably 16 or something. He looked around not sure where to go, so he rang the front door bell. I yelled over at him to go around back, no one is gonna answer the door. He said thanks, smiled at me and waved. And that was all I needed to see. This kid was definetly gay, no doubt about it. Maybe he didn't know it yet, but he was gay.
Me: Who was that kid?
Lucas: Who the fuck knows, one of my sisters friends I guess.
Me: oh I thought he might have been family or something.
Lucas: If he is, I've never seen him before.
Well that was good, he wasn't family. Still only a handful of people in the backyard, so Lucas and I just sat and had a beer chatting. My little friend was sitting at a table across from me with Luke's sister and a couple other friends talking. I had sunglasses on so I could pretty much stare at him without him knowing it while Lucas was talking to me. It was almost like he could sense it and kept glancing over at me...I made no movements to indicate I was watching him so he probably thought I was just looking at Lucas while he talked. He was young, I didn't know how young yet; and I would never try something on someone underage, but looking isn't a crime right? I doubt he needed to shave yet, he was skinny and not very tall, maybe 5'8" tops. Dark blonde hair combed to the side and had thin rimmed glasses. He was dressed a little preppy, khaki shorts and a cotten collared top. The table got up and he stayed waiting for someone to tell him to do something I guess (we were still setting up). My phone rang, I got up and it was one of my older brothers. We just shot the shit for a min and I was wandered around while I talked. I ended up sitting at his table and continued the conversation on the phone, not really looking at him. He was looking at me and pulled out his phone like he was doing something with it. Interesting, he was either nervous (which was good), or he was trying to impress me (which would be better). This was 12 years ago, so texting and smart phones weren't really a thing yet, the only thing he could be doing on his phone besides talking would be very little. I ended the call and looked up to find him looking at me from across the table. I extended my hand.
Me: Hey man, I'm Brandon, Luke's friend from college.
He said his name, I couldn't understand him. I asked him to say it again and I finally got it, Taylor.
Taylor: Sorry, I stutter sometimes when I meet new people, nervous I guess in situations like this.
Me: What situation, beautiful day, backyard party, friends....whats bad about that?
Taylor: Nothing I guess, I've never been to her house before, never met her parents, and don't know any of her other friends either. We just play in the band together.
Me: Oh nice, what instrument?
Taylor: Trumpet usually, but I can also play the trombone.
Me: Cool, well, settle down a bit, nothing to worry about here dude. You graduating too?
Taylor: Yes.
Me: No party for you at home?
Taylor: Well, my parents didn't want to have one, and that was fine with me. I'm not much of a party person, I just came today because she is a good friend. Which one is Luke, her brother?
I pointed him out.
Taylor: Wow, I've seen him a million times around town, I never knew that she was his sister.
Me: So you 21 yet? Want a beer? (my attempt to gauge the age. I obviously knew he wasn't 21)
Taylor: Haha, no I wish, I turned 18 last month.
Me: Oh so you can go to the store and buy me a pack of cigarettes at least.
He laughed, and I got up to do my thing with the other guys that had arrived. Well, at least I had more info on him even if I wasn't planning on making a move. But like I said before, he was gay, I had no doubt, not that that is a guarentee he was interested in me or anything, but I would just see how the night turned out and see what happens. To be honest my dick was stirring a little bit. I hadn't been with another guy in awhile, and having someone gay this close to me made me a little horny. But, at barely 18, it would be an awkward hookup if it happened. I'd be explaining a lot and telling him to calm down, relax, etc, and I hated that part. I liked it when two guys just wanted to fuck around, both having the same intentions and motives in the meeting and enjoying the situation. With Taylor, he probably had no idea what he wanted exactly, only that he wanted something. Not that I was old and wise at 23 years old, but I knew enough about encounters with younger guys to be very careful. Part of me wanted to help him out a little, the other part was the lustful animal inside that wanted to just do whatever I could do to him that I could convince him into doing.
I starting chatting with the guys, keeping my eye on Taylor through my glasses. He looked a little lonely at the table even though he was surrounded by people. He wasn't really into the conversations and it was obvious that his only friend there was Luke's sister. He glanced over at me a couple times and being me, I wanted to help him out. I waved him over to our group. He looked a little surprised, came over and stood in front of us.
Taylor: Do you need something?
Me: Nah man, have a seat, you looked bored as shit over there.
He smiled and sat down, just listening to us jaw back and forth.
Me: You want some stiff ginger?
Taylor: Whats that?
Me: Its whiskey and ginger ale, parents won't be able to tell its anything else in the cup.
Taylor: Yes please! (he said it in a comical way and the whole table laughed)
So now Taylor was cooler than all the "cool" seniors at the other table. I guess its all relative, I thought I was cool in highschool too, then I look back and think I was a stupid little boy hanging around with other stupid little boys and girls. I would love to go back now. Put my brain and all I have learned over the years into my 17 year old body and just enjoy it. Even though I had a great time in highschool, I am pretty sure it would be 10 times better with an adult brain in my head. Well, as adult as a 23 yr old could be I guess. So Taylor started drinking his drink and made a few faces. I don't think he knew what he was getting into, his experience with alcohol was probably limited to taking sips from his dad's beer.
Me: Not a big fan of the ginger huh?
Taylor: No its ok, I mean I don't really drink much, especially not this.
Me: Well don't get shitfaced and make us have to explain things to your parents later.
The table laughed again. We got some cards and chips and started playing poker. The party just went on around us, we didn't really care. This was just an excuse for 5 guys who went to college together to have a good time. Taylor got up to go mingle a little, I think he felt selfish for ignoring Luke's sister....even though she was ignoring him earlier. He got up and left his drink.
Taylor: Save my seat, I'll be right back.
Me: Who is gonna steal it?
Taylor: I don't know, um, I guess I mean don't let anyone else sit there.
Me: (laughing) Will do chief.
He smiled and walked away. I still felt a little dirty perving on him, he looked about 15, honestly. But after I watched his ass out of the corner of my eye, I felt better about the situation. He went inside and I didn't see him for about 1/2 an hour. He came out shirtless (towel around his neck unfortunately, so not much of a look at him) with swim trunks on, I guess he was going into the pool. Well, this was my chance to get closer to him.
Me: Hey Luca... (yes his name is Lucas, we called him that, Luke, Luca, Luco, Sacul (backwards) all kinds of things).
Lucas: Yes sir?
Me: You got any swim trunks, I think I might take a little swim.
Lucas: Yea, in my room, in my closet on the shelf up top to the right in a pile. I have a bunch of them.
I was sucking at the poker game anyway, and I would have been out in 2 or 3 hands, so the other guys just kept playing. I went upstairs and changed. God Lucas was such a neat freak. I thought I walked into a surgical room when I opened his bedroom door. Of course I snooped around a little bit, nothing of interest. I changed, grabbed a towel and went back down. I got to the pool and no one was swimming. Hmmm I thought. I saw Taylor back in his seat at our table. I walked over.
Me: What happened to swimming?
Taylor: I guess in between me changing the group mind changed and they didn't want to swim anymore.
Me: You still wanna swim?
Taylor: Sure, its hot out, you gonna swim?
Me: Yea, lets go.
We both got in slow, although it was hot out, the water was still really cold. I took a quick glimpse of him shirtless, not too bad. He wasn't as skinny as I thought, but not much muscle tone either. Just an average looking skinny kid body wise I guess, his face on the other hand was really cute and he wore it really well. I of course was strutting like a peacock, trying to show off my body to him. He was noticing too thankfully. So we started playing water basketball. Splashing each other, etc. I would keep a lookout while he took sips of my beer to make sure no one was looking.
Taylor: You must work out a lot I guess.
Me: Well not as much since college, but I keep busy. Mostly from working with my dad and fishing.
Taylor: Oh, I thought you and Lucas were still in college, with all your friends here and everything?
Me: Nope, we all graduated a few years ago, we just used this party as an excuse to get together and hang out.
Taylor: Cool, college was fun I guess huh?
Me: Oh yea, you have no idea. Enjoy it, you only get one chance at it dude.
Taylor: I'll do my best haha.
Me: I can give you a few tips if you want. How to adjust, etc. (By now I was thinking of another tip to give him).
Taylor: Sure, thanks. Where do you live anyway?
Me: Its weird I actually live right down the street the town over, but Luke and I didn't meet until college playing hockey together.
Taylor: Thats really weird, living that close and not even meeting each other until a few years ago, you guys could have grown up together and been best friends or something.
Me: Well, we are good friends now, but knowing Luke and his habits, I don't think the "best friend" angle would have been in play haha. We are very different people.
He laughed and asked why, I explained Luke's weird habits with cleanliness and punctuality. He was a perfectionist and hated when things weren't just the way he wanted them. But he was still a good friend, and he kinda grew out of some of his creepier habits over time in college. Most of that was due to yelling at other players in practice when they fucked up, he didn't make a lot of friends early on with his personality. But he was different now, he kinda found a happy place he could exist in and ignored the little things that bothered him before.
Taylor: So what do you do now?
Me: I work with my dad doing construction, I do commercial fishing too, and I'm taking classes here and there towards my masters. Just relaxing I guess, no job out there that I want, no hurry either, and my dad really wants me to take over for him when he retires.
Taylor: Well thats cool then, you have it all figured out.
Me: Ehh, not really. No one has it figured out after leaving school. I guess just see where the wind takes me and enjoy life, right? No steady girl or kids yet, so just enjoying being able to explore a little bit, ya know?
Taylor: Yea, I get that. Thats kinda how I feel, I haven't picked a major I'm interested in yet, I guess I'll just try and find one I love and run with it.
Me: Good plan bud. Can't go wrong with destiny. Its when you plan too much, shit always goes wrong. :)
He laughed and it was starting to get dark so we got out of the pool. A firepit was going so I told him I would meet him over at it later if he was looking for me or wanted to hang out more. He stuck by the kids in his class for about 20 mins before he realized he really had nothing in common with them and was being ignored everytime he opened his mouth to say something. He only knew Luke's sister from band and no one else. I'm sure he saw them around the school, but they weren't his friends. I learned later that she didn't even think he would come to the party, I'm glad he did. He wandered over and sat in a chair next to me.
Taylor: Well that was pointless.
Me: Yea, I saw you over there, don't worry about shit like that. Everything changes when you go to college.
Taylor: Yea, easy to say, but I haven't experienced it yet, so its hard to believe at this point.
Me: Your parents coming to get you soon?
Taylor: I was gonna sleep over here tonight, at least that was the plan before. I think I'll call them and have my dad pick me up.
Me: Well, slow down man, its still early. Don't let that situation affect the whole night. Hang out a bit, and I'll give you a ride home on my way if you want.
Taylor: Ok cool, yea that works, thanks Brandon...give me your keys so I can put my stuff in your car now, which car?
Me: Black explorer to the left of the driveway, looks like it should be in a junkyard haha. (The whole table laughed at that one)
He laughed and walked away. I continued chatting with the guys by the fire and Taylor came back to his seat.
Taylor: Ok, all set, thanks.
Me: No problem, when did you want to leave?
Taylor: Doesn't matter to me, I kinda want to have a beer if I could.
Not many parents outside now, but just in case I emptied out a can of coke and poured a can of beer into it.
Me: Good to go.
I handed it to him.
Taylor: Thanks. (me smiled at me)
We were a little bit away from the fire, still close but enough distance that we could just chat back and forth without other people hearing. He was drinking his coke can beer and looked a little depressed.
Me: Whats wrong with you? Its a beautiful night, you are drinking a beer by a fire.
Taylor: I just thought today would go different, meet some of her friends, and she would introduce me and stuff.
Me: See all those guys over there around the fire?
Taylor: Yea
Me: I didn't meet any of them until after I left highschool.
Taylor: Whats your point? You played hockey with them, of course you are gonna hang out with them.
Me: Dude, we had 24 people on our team each year, I talk to maybe 8 of them now total over 4 years of playing. Its not an automatic thing with friendship just because we played together. I played with plenty of assholes over 4 years too.
Taylor: Ok, I get your point, but it still sucks for me tonight.
He was right. It did suck for him at that point, that night, and its easy for someone who is older to explain how things turn out when they have gone through it.
Taylor: So you have a girlfriend or anything?
Me: Well, kinda I guess, I've been seeing this girl for about 2 months, not sure where we are going with it. What about you?
Taylor: Me? no haha. I kissed a girl at a middle school dance once, thats about it. Well to be honest, she actually sexually attacked me and I felt like she was was trying to swallow me whole haha.
Me: hahaha, nice. Guys can't sit around waiting for something, so I guess she was tired of waiting and went after it.
Taylor: Yea thats so true. I'd never have the balls to do something like that. But whatever, college is coming soon I guess and it will be different.
Me: Well it will be different, but you still need to make the first move sometimes. Girls don't all of a sudden become sex hounds looking for dick. Well, some do, but those really aren't the ones you wanna be with haha.
He laughed and snorted some beer out his nose. He really was a good looking kid. A little underdeveloped, probably a late bloomer. But he was smart and confident, he just needed to steer that confidence in the right direction. He was comfortable talking with me, but that was only because we had hung out during the day. He needed to be that comfortable talking to a stranger if his goal was to make friends and find someone to be with. Again, even to this point in the night, I had no intention of hooking up with him. Just giving him some big brother type advice. Believe me, if I was looking for it, this story would have been a lot shorter. I said before, I knew he was gay, and thats cool with me, but I wasn't hunting him or anything, just seeing where the night went. Sex was the furthest thing in my mind. I'm trying to write this as if I was back in that mindset, but obviously I knew what happened, so I kinda look back and pretend I wanted him all night, but thats not true.
Taylor: I wanna get out of here. I can't stand seeing them over there having a fucking great time. She isn't even wondering where I am, why the fuck did she invite me?
Me: You got friends here dude by the fire. I'll take you home if you want, but its only 9pm, and its a Saturday. You graduated today, you need to enjoy it man.
Taylor: Well I'm not at all.
I got up to go the bathroom and said I would be right back. I made eye contact and nodded my head to a buddy of mine sitting at the fire to come with me. His name was Joe, we called him Hojoe, because he was a man whore with women. Big kid, 6'4" 250, but nicest guy you would ever meet off the ice. He was a kid of little words, so I knew he would be perfect for this. I started pissing and looked over:
Me: Hojoe, the kid out there is pissed, his graduation has sucked so far. He is being ignored and wants to leave. You remember how cool it was when you graduated high school right? I'm thinking lets go back to my house and do our own thing, give him a real party and shit.
Joe: Who is fucking with him?
Me: Easy kid, we aren't smacking heads, its just highschool drama bullshit. He isn't the cool kid etc, people never expected him to show up to the party. Just thought since we are going back to my house after anyway, we go a little earlier, and if he is up for it, make a little show for his highschool friends to see to cheer him up.
Joe: I can do that.
Me: Cool. Lemme talk to Lucas first, I don't know if he is coming or not.
We went outside and I sat back next to Taylor.
Taylor: Long piss huh.
Me: Yea, I had a talk with a friend too. You wanna go home after this, thats fine. Couple of the guys are going back to my house for some after party stuff, just hang out if you are interested.
Taylor: You are joking right?
Me: Nope, I'm not joking, say yes or no, thats the choice, make it now. Yes back to my place for unlimited fun haha, or no for going back to your house and feeling like shit alone for the rest of the night haha.
Taylor: Well, I guess Yes then. (He smiled)
Lucas ended up coming with us. So it was me, 4 of my hockey buds and Taylor standing up getting ready to go. Enter Joe:
Joe: Well, good luck in college everyone, have fun, great party, we are going to Brandon's house to have an after party. Taylor, get your shit, lets go.
Some of the kids at the other table got excited and got up to leave. I think they thought it was an invitation.
Joe: Woah, where you guys going? That wasn't an invite, I was just announcing where I was going with my friends. We are going there, you are staying here.
And that was that. Joe left with a little smile on his face, and I punched him in the ribs playfully. He laughed and we wrestled a little on the lawn before we got to our cars. They followed me back on the 2 min ride to my house. Taylor was in the passenger seat just taking in the situation.
Taylor: Where are your parents?
Me: Probably home, who knows. Dude, I'm 23 I don't need to worry about stuff like that. We have a finished basement, they don't bother me when I am down there with friends.
So we got to my house at around quarter to 10 and headed down the stairs. We had music on just chatting, my dad came down and said hello, didn't even notice Taylor thankfully and went back up. I handed Taylor a beer, no coke can this time, and he cheered up a little bit. We had a beer pong table there, but didn't end up playing that night. Playing video games, just hanging out, but making sure Taylor was part of everything. We had a mini basketball hoop set up and were playing one on one. I lost, and sat on the couch next to Taylor.
Me: So this better?
Taylor: Fuck yea! (he laughed a little after)
Me: Good.
He was still wide eyed looking around at what was happening. I leaned back on the couch a little bit, I was getting tired and it was getting late. The guys had to leave around midnight, and I needed to figure out a plan for Taylor:
Me: Well, lets go, I'll take you home.
Taylor: I don't have to go home, they think I am sleeping over at Luke's house anyway.
Me: Ehh..ok fine. Get your shit out of the car, we'll stay down here tonight, I'm not going up those stairs until tomorrow.
Taylor went out to the car and brought his stuff in while the boys were heading out. We had a big sleeper sofa and I pulled it out. It wasn't out of the ordinary that I just crashed downstairs after a workout or watching TV. I took my shirt and shorts off, so I was bare chested and had boxer briefs on. Taylor did the same and we hopped into bed with the TV on. It was after midnight now, and it was a long day already. We were watching something on TV and I was almost falling asleep:
Taylor: Thanks for today, and tonight it was awesome.
Me: No problem dude, glad you enjoyed yourself.
He smiled and looked over at me and his face got serious. Well if he didn't make a move at this point, it would never happen because I was tired as shit. He put his right hand on my thigh:
Taylor: Woah, is that from playing hockey?
Me: Yep, you looking for something down there?
Taylor: What do you mean?
Me: The thing thats a little futher up my leg?
Taylor: No no, I mean I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to feel your muscle, you have big legs, it was just like feeling an arm muscle on a guy.
Me: I think you did mean something, and its cool, might even pay off.
Taylor: What...no, no, I'm sorry, wait how is it gonna pay off, I don't understand?
Me: Go for it dude, I'm good with it. I'm tired and sleepy, but go for it if thats what you want.
Taylor: Are you sure, I mean I didn't think feeling your leg would, well get me into something...
Me: Stop talking, go get what you want.
He was really slow inching up my leg, almost like he was afraid of hurting me or scaring me off. He avoided touching my dick and just rubbed up and down my legs and my chest a little. I grabbed his hand and put it on my dick through my underwear.
Me: I think this is where you want to be.
He sighed and I released my grip. He started rubbing me through my boxer briefs and I was getting really hard really quick. It had been awhile with a guy, and especially the fact it was an 18 year old recent highschool grad who looked 15.
Taylor: Can I take it out?
Me: Don't ask me stuff like that bud, its your graduation party, just do what you want.
He had no idea when he woke up that morning that he would have a better graduation party than he could have imagined. As he pulled my briefs down, he whispered "Nice" and started to slowly stroke me. I was almost asleep, but I kept myself awake, or should I say my dick kept me awake. He was just looking at it while going up and down with his hand. His other hand was on his own junk working it inside his boxers.
Me: Dude, you need to do what you want quick, I'm about to fall asleep, we can do more tomorrow if you want when I'm a little more charged up...but if you don't wrap this thing up, I'm gonna fall asleep.
Taylor: What do I do?
Me: You are staring at my dick like a meal ready to eat, get on it if you want.
And that was all the guidance he needed. He plunged down on my tip and started sucking me. He couldn't get much in his mouth, but it didn't matter. He was an amateur, but it was still a pretty good blow job. He kept up a good steady pace, nothing special, no ball licking or anything, still not bad though. If he was gay and wanted to please a guy, he would need to learn a few things about blowing a guy. I told him I was cumming about 5 mins later and he took his mouth off. He aimed my dick to the right away from the bed and I shot up and all over the basement floor. He stroked a little bit longer and then decided to take a taste of the leftovers on my dick. He sucked a bit, cleaned off my dick and came up and smiled.
Me: Not too bad huh.
Taylor: No, I was going to try and swallow it, but I thought your warning was for me not to.
Me: Nah dude, it was just to give you a choice, did you get off?
Taylor: Yea, I came in my boxers while I was...doing it. (Well he would need a shower tomorrow, that was for sure.)
Me: haha ok good, good night.
I turned the light and TV off, and I could tell Taylor was just awake staring at the ceiling thinking. I grabbed him and pulled him over to my chest and wrapped my arm around him. I would have done a little after sex rubbing and hugging, but I was beat, it was time for bed. He nestled into my chest and went to bed too. Never did get to see him naked fully, I would fix that tomorrow. Tomorrow was another day.
The big difference between Taylor and Justin (from my other story), although they were both the same age when we met, was that Taylor was much more emotionally stable at that age. Even though he didn't have a lot of friends and probably questioned his sexuality constantly at his age, he never doubted who he was or what he did; he never tried to pretend to be someone else. Justin pretended to get by, Taylor just didn't really seem to care if people thought he was different or an outcast, he just lived his life and dealt with it. He was certainly sexually immature, but that was about it. He had a lot of confidence in himself and we had the same feeling about life, just live it and see where it takes you. And of course I would take a sneak peek in the morning of little him, I was always an early riser and wanted to see what I missed out on the night before.
Feel free to comment, we had an on/off thing that summer before he went off to school and I'll write more about him and me together.