On the first day of my sophmore year in high school, I met Chad. He was about 6', 175-180, blonde, green eyes, and extremely cute. He was not a "muscle-stud", not fat or skinny, he had muscles, but not well-defined like a body-builder's. He was just "normal" I guess. I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. I told myself in that first moment of meeting him that I needed to do whatever it took to have him as my own.
It ended up we both had many similar interests, and hit it off pretty good. Due to the fact we were in a vocational school, we had the exact same classes every day except for 1 hour, so we saw each other a lot. We became very close friends. I fell more and more in love with him the more I got to know him. He was from a well-off family who lived in a $250,000 house about 20 miles from me. Remember this was almost 20 years ago, so now that same house is probably worth a million. They weren't "rich", but just very comfortable. Upper-middle class I guess. I had my own car, and he eventually invited me to his house after school and on weekends. His parents were very nice, especially his mother. She fell in love with me, like a third son. (He had a little brother, too.)
By graduation from high school, I was sure I was gay, and sure I wanted him. But I was scared to come out to him or make a move, because then I might lose him forever, even as just a friend. It ended up we both decided to go to the local community college. Me due to financial reasons, him due to both finances (although I know he could have gone elsewhere) but even more so because he just wasn't ready to leave home yet.
We were both in the Electrical Engineering program, so had many of the same classes there, too. After a few months, I decided to move to the city to be closer to school (and him). I got an apartment, and we hung around together all the time. Either I was at his house or he was at my apartment. (Which I shared with 2 other guys, mutual friends of us both.) Actually it was a house and I rented a room. Well, the owner of the house got arrested (for rape from what I heard, but never found out the whole story), and ended up selling the house. So I had to move home.
Chad's mom and I were talking about it, and she asked me if I would move in with them. I was dumbfounded! I told her I didn't want to impose, and she said nonsense, I was one of the family. She said they had a roll-away bed they could put in Chad's room and I was to stay with them during school sessions. I was in heaven! Just think I would be sleeping next to the guy I loved! And this could lead to many opportunities to see him naked. She said I could be Chad's live-in tutor as payment. (I was a straight A student and Chad was B's and C's.) I asked her what Chad Sr. and Chad himself would think of this. She said don't worry about Sr., she would handle him and let's see what Chad thinks right now, and she called him down from his room right then.
She asked what he thought of our little arrangement and he was very happy and excited and thought it was great. This encouraged me even more, knowing he was happy I would be sleeping in the same room with him and stuff. It ended up Sr. was good with it too, but he expected me to do my share like anyone else in the family. You know, chores like mowing the lawn and washing the cars and stuff like that. Which of course was no problem. Hell, I would have been their slave to be with Chad all the time. So I moved in to their home and was accepted as one of the family.
Even before I moved in with them, Chad had this little "game" he would play. Not just with me but with other friends as well. When the mood hit him, he would like grab my ass or crotch for a second, then let go and say something like "Oooo, the faggot liked THAT!", then laugh. I would always come back with something like "Yeah, whatever, gayboy", and act like I didn't care, although it excited me terribly and I wished he would just grab me and not let go.
Eventually, I also started playing the game, grabbing him now and then, but only for a second or two. It was better than nothing. Then I would relive the moment later as I jacked off alone.
One day, after showering in the basement, I went upstairs to dress and stuff, and Chad went to the basement to shower after me. After getting dressed, I went back down to the basement to hang up my wet towel (and see if I could get a peek at Chad in the nude in the process.) When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I about had a heart attack. Chad was buck naked, laying spread-eagle on the floor jacking off. He saw me immediately, and I just stood there staring with my mouth hanging open. Not only was he naked, but HARD and JACKING OFF! He didn't even slow his strokes down. He just looked at me and said "Ok, you caught me. I know you do it, too. I am just sooo horny." I said it's ok, and walked nonchalantly to hang my towel up, which meant I had to walk right by him. He reached up and grabbed my leg and pulled me to a stop. I looked down at him and he was holding his hard cock and shaking it at me and he says, "go ahead and touch it if you want." I was so excited! I had waited 3 years for this moment! I bent over and started reaching for his cock and he pulled it away and says, "Get the fuck out of here! I was only kidding!" My heart immediately sank. Oh GOD I FUCKED UP! I stammered out that I wasn't REALLY gonna touch it, I was only joking. I hung up my towel and went back to our bedroom. When I went up the stairs, he was still laying there jacking off.
When I got upstairs I started crying. Now he knew I was gay, and he would make me move out and tell all our friends and everyone at school and my life was over, or so I thought.
When I heard him coming up the stairs, I quickly dried my tears and buried my face in a book, pretending to be studying. He came in and started moving around getting dressed. Normally I would have taken the opportunity to sneak a peek at him as he dressed, but not this time. I didn't want him to see I had been crying. Then he went downstairs, saying nothing. He acted like the whole thing never happened.
Nothing was ever said about that incident. I was so happy he didn't hate me! I must have played it off ok. I was so scared of losing his friendship. I vowed to myself I would never come on to him, for fear of losing his friendship. At least I had that. I could live with that. (yeah, right!)
About a week later, I was in the upstairs bathroom jacking off. I had closed the door, but not locked it (I never did.) I was leaned way back on the seat pumping away, when in barges Chad. He closed the door behind him, and smiled at me. I immediately got up and tried to pull my pants up, but he pushed me back down on the seat and says "I knew you were in here beatin your meat. Now we're even. Don't stop. Go ahead and finish." Then he left and closed the door behind him. I came almost instantly after that. When I came out of the bathroom, he said nothing about it and again acted like it never happened.
I didn't know how to take him. I knew I loved him, more than anything. Was he gay? Should I come on to him? Should I not come on to him but just tell him I'm gay? These are questions I asked myself every day.
Then one Sunday night we were at a friend's house watching tv. We had smoked a couple joints and were all high. Paul was sleeping on the couch, Chad was laying on the floor beside the couch, and I was sitting in a chair across the room. Then Chad said his back hurt and asked me if i would rub it for him. I said sure, trying not to sound too excited about it. He rolled over on his stomach and I kneeled down next to him on the floor and started rubbing his shoulders, then his back. I was very horny and excited to be able to touch him like this. I had a huge hardon, but he couldn't see it laying like he was. I just kept staring at his ass. Then my little head took over my big head and I started rubbing his lower back and I was getting lower and lower. Then I kinda snapped to my senses and started working my way back up, but then he moaned and said "That feels sooo good..." So I kept going lower. Soon I had an ass cheek in each hand and was kneading them like bread dough. Then I realized I was actually drooling. I had to stop before I couldn't contain myself. So I slapped his ass and said thats it. He said "thanks, that was great."
Then I decided to play the "game", and I reached between his spread legs and under him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. I realized immediately he was hard. I was so horny. I knew I had to let go, but I couldn't. It was like a dream where you see yourself doing something and want to stop but you have no control. So I just kept feeling him up. He just layed motionless, saying and doing nothing. Then I started rubbing his balls with my other hand. Still no reaction, except for the throbbing of his cock. He just layed there while I felt him up. It seemed like eternity, but was probably actually only a few seconds later, he rolled over and looked me in the eye and simply said, "Go ahead and suck it." I was in heaven! Here was the guy I loved telling me to suck his cock! I undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees as fast as I could. I inhaled his cock into my mouth. I was in pure ecstasy. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, because Paul was sleeping on the couch not 2 feet away during the whole thing! He didn't last very long and came in my mouth, moaning quite loudly. I swallowed every drop.
When he was done, I went to the bathroom and pulled out my cock and started jacking off. It only took about 10 strokes and I was coming big time. I couldn't believe it! I actually got to suck him off!
When I came back, he smiled at me and said thanks. I smiled back and said "Anytime". Then he said it was time to go, so we woke Paul and said our goodbyes. Nothing else was said that night about it.
The next day on the way to school, he looked at me and said "I can't believe you sucked me off last night. I wasn't gonna let you but it felt soooo good. And I really can't believe you SWALLOWED it!" I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. He said he wasn't gay, but he would let me suck him off from time to time if I wanted, but not to expect anything in return. I said that was fine with me.
My head was reeling. Ok, so he wasn't gay. I loved him so much. I didn't care. At least he didn't hate me and he said he would let me suck him off again. I guessed it was better than nothing at all.
Little did I know how soon Chad would change his tune....
(More chapters to follow if response is encouraging.)
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