If Steve had kept track, there must have been gallons of sperm shot across the room. He stretched as he wandered back and forth remembering the years that had passed.
His mother had kept his bedroom intact over the years. He had been back home many times and slept in his old bed. Each time was relaxing, memory filled and sometimes the location of guilty pleasures.
Thanksgiving dinner was being made downstairs. Relatives were everywhere that year when he sought refuge in his bedroom. Steve had been out of college a year before returning to get his Masters.
He came home that holiday at his father's prompting saying it was a family reunion.
"Escaping?" Carl, one of his cousins asked. Turning around he was grabbed and hugged.
"Good to see you, when did you get home?" Carl had been wearing a uniform, dodging the dangers in the desert.
"Two weeks, finally got out" he said pulling his shirt off. Carl still wore his dogtags over the smooth muscled chest.
"Still look good" Steve said. "What are you doing?"
Carl had pulled his pants down revealing the lack of underwear and his erection. Carl turned and pushed the lock closed.
"Old times" he said moving closer and pulling Steve's shirt above his head. "We shouldn't"
But they did, exploring, kissing, sucking and Carl looking down on his cousin as he held the boyman's legs against his chest just the way they had done years before.
Steve watched his cousin above him, seeing the boy face he remembered over the years and admiring the young man's body while engaging his cock deep inside him.
There was the summer after graduation when he was determined to fulfill high school fantasies. College had awakened his need to have sex with men. There had been experimentations in high school. Carl had been one but not his first sexual encounter.
That summer he called the phone numbers still in his address file. One by one, he met, smiled and admitted his unfulfilled fantasies. To his surprise and delight, most were willing and he knelt sucking or receiving their erections.
Occasionally they reciprocated but most just let him do what Steve said he needed to do.
The bedroom held those memories and more.
"I need to get a shower" he said stripping without Sheldon's comment. The guy had been a coworker at the fast food palace. "You can join me if you want" he smiled.
Sheldon didn't join him. "I'll wait for you" he said.
Steve disappointed dashed in and out of the shower, long enough to validate his comments. Returning to the bedroom, he found Sheldon face down and naked on his bed. There weren't words. He lay on top manipulating his boner to sink inside the boy and eventually release his passion deep inside.
"Nice" Sheldon said "Wanted that when we first met" he smiled. The summer job had ended. Steve determined to act quicker in the future.
He looked out the window at the McMillon house. It was empty. The "For Sale" sign was gone. Someone had bought it. He stood in the window remembering when he had stood in the same spot masturbating while the old man himself watched.
He didn't know it. Steve was jacking off while watching Conroy in his window stripping off his Military School Uniform and jacking himself too. They had done this now and then over the years since their bodies could.
Steve regretted never doing anything in person with the neighbor. Conroy rarely stayed in town long enough and there was something erotic about their times watching and being watched.
"Hey kid" Conroy's father had yelled that day he was lifting weights in the backyard.
Steve looked up. "You're working hard today"
"Yes Sir" Steve said
"Working as hard as you do standing in your window" the man was smiling. His hairy shirtless chest looked hot.
"Uh Sir?" Steve was blushing.
"It's ok kid, but tell you what, I won't tell anyone if"
"If?" Steve asked.
The deal was simple. Steve did chores for the man that weekend. He didn't react when Mr. McMillion fondled him. He obeyed when the man told him to kneel in front of him on the couch. He learned to suck a cock with the man's instruction.
And by the third time he reported, Steve felt the man's cock in his ass, giving him pain but a kind of pleasure he hadn't imagined.
For days he walked around with the feeling inside as if the man's cock was still there.
"Sir?" Steve had knocked.
The man just smiled "I knew you'd be back"
McMillon had died, his mother had written him. The man moved away and left the house empty.
Steve didn't know if his letter was received or not. The "For Sale" sign had been on the yard when he last visited home. It was gone now. He wondered who would move in. Would they have children?
He stuffed yearbooks and his letter jacket in boxes. It was time to discard some memories and cling to others.
His mother's illness had been brief. Steve was glad he had seen her just two months earlier. He felt bad he spent so little time with her, choosing instead to wander around his old high school.
The halls were full with the remembered clatter of locker doors, conversations and shuffling feet between classes. "Steve Baden?" the voice above the din had surprised him.
"Sheldon Cooper" the face was kind of familiar. The man wore a tank top and whistle dangling from a lanyard. "I'm the coach here now"
They hugged and walked to the locker room and offices at the gym. The odor was the same as Steve remembered.
They talked of years gone by.
"You know I still remember you fucking me" Sheldon said suddenly. Steve didn't know what to say.
"I guess you still owe me one then" he said laughing.
"Great let's do it"
Sheldon lived alone. His apartment was full of trophies. He had an early career playing baseball. He looked hot in a jockstrap.
Steve watched above him, the hairy chest, rounded shoulders and thick biceps. The cock was thick sending new pain and pleasure through Steve's body he hadn't thought possible.
They stayed naked for hours, talking, drinking and sharing oral pleasures.
His Mom understood his absence almost every night afterwards. But now Steve wished he hadn't been away.
The house was empty except for his room. He had saved that chore till now. There were so many memories there...memories he didn't want to destroy, less he forget them.
But he had another home now, a life that while defined by these memories was new and filled with years ahead.
He had to finish packing so the salespeople would show the house to those responding to the "For Sale" sign.
One last look across the distance to the McMillon house made him wonder if someone there would see the new occupant of his bedroom. Would they be friends? Would they do the things that Conroy and he had done?
"Yeah, be home soon," he said into the ringing phone. "Love you, babe."
Conroy was waiting.
Steve walked out of his bedroom for the last time.
Some memories become better with the years.