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"Full disclosure," I said as Ryan was driving back to my house. "I had sex with a girl from one of my classes last week." Ryan's face fell a little. "She came-on to me after class... actually just asked me straight out to go back to her dorm and fuck her." Ryan just kept driving. "Crazy thing is... I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time."
"Why?" Ryan asked me.
"Why what?"
"Why couldn't you stop thinking about me?" His face was difficult to read.
I shrugged. "I don't know. That image of you kneeling behind me in your bathroom... I told you I couldn't stop thinking about THAT... but I think what happened with us this morning shows me what was under the surface... about my feelings for you, I mean."
"Well, thanks for telling me, but it's in the past. You didn't need to tell me," Ryan said.
"Here's where I'm going with telling you that... I want us to go get tested so we can be with each other without condoms," I said. "I wore a condom with that girl - and I always have, ALWAYS - but it's different with us and I'd really like to lose the condoms... if you're ok with it."
Ryan was silent for a bit and I didn't want to interrupt his thoughts. "We can do that... I mean, we SHOULD get tested anyway, but - are you going to show me your results?"
"Of course. What's the purpose of this if we're not open with each other?"
"I'm not too worried about this - I know I'm clean - but you just said you jumped in the sack with someone last week... now you're talking about not using condoms, so... I just want us to be safe with each other and if you cheat on me..."
I interrupted him and put my hand on his arm. "Ryan, I'm not like that. That's not who I am. I don't cheat. If there are problems we work them out or we go our separate ways, but I'm not the type of guy who gets his rocks off with an anonymous chick just because there's a problem with my girl- I mean, boyfriend."
We both laughed at my slip up. "Sorry about that," I said.
"It's ok," he said. "And I guess I just a little moment of insecurity... that's all."
We stopped at a red light and I turned to him. "C'mere," I said. He leaned over and I kissed him... a passionate kiss and I felt instantly horny for him as I moved my hand to the back of my his head and pulled his face tighter into mine.
HONK, HONK
We both jumped and laughed. Ryan looked to see that the light was green and did an 'apologetic wave' to the person behind us as he moved through the intersection.
"So, we can get tested on campus or go to the health department. I'll find out which way is faster, then we can go together. How's that sound?" he said, continuing the conversation.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
We turned a few more corners and Ryan got a weird look on his face.
"I think that guy that honked is following us," Ryan said.
I turned around to look. "Oh, shit."
"What?"
"It's my roommate, Cam," I said. "Shit. We've been very close friends since high school. I'll bet he recognizes your car from last night... but even if he doesn't, it looks like he's heading home, too."
My palms started sweating and my chest tightened as I tried to stay calm. I knew I would tell my roommates about Ryan eventually, but I was just caught in the act. 'Eventually' had just come a lot sooner than I expected.
We turned onto our street and I looked back to see that Cam wasn't behind us, but - as we parked I saw that he was turning onto the street.
"Let's go in," I said and we were almost to the door when Cam pulled into the driveway.
My other roommates were in the kitchen - Bryce and his girlfriend were making pizzas and Evan, our other roommate, was sitting at the bar talking to them. We'd just gotten to the kitchen when I heard the front door slam shut hard.
"What the fuck was THAT?" Cam yelled from the foyer.
I looked at Ryan nervously. Cam came right up to me, but stayed far enough back that he didn't totally invade my personal space. Though we'd never fought, he knew better than to challenge me physically.
"What the fuck was that and who the fuck is HE?" Cam asked pointing at Ryan, his breathing very heavy.
"What's going on?" Bry asked wiping his hands, ready to break-up what seemed to be a fight in progress. His girlfriend, Julie, also started paying attention.
"I just saw these two kissing," Cam said to Bryce and everyone else. "Who is this, Marc, and WHAT THE FUCK is going on?" I'd known Cam for almost 8 years and had seen him mad plenty of times. This wasn't so much 'mad' as it was extreme shock.
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "This is Ryan," I said as calmly as I could muster. "He's my boyfriend."
Jaws dropped. Julie actually dropped something she had in her hands and it hit the floor with a clang.
"W-w-what?" Bryce said.
"When the fuck did you turn gay?" Cam asked me.
"I'm not gay, Cam ," I said, though it sounded funny after what I'd just proclaimed.
Evan spoke up - "Did you just say 'this is my boyfriend' and 'I'm not gay' in the same breath? What the hell does that mean, Marc?"
I looked at Ryan, thought of the t-shirt again and smiled at him. "I don't know really how to explain this... it's kinda' jumbled in my head too, so give me a sec, ok?" They nodded. I closed my eyes, shook my head a bit, then opened them again. "I've known Ryan for a while, but we've been getting to know each other better lately and... I just... I like him. I don't know how else to explain it."
Cam looked at Ryan. "Ryan, I've been friends with Marc for A LONG time, so this is nothing against you, bro," then he looked back at me, "but when the fuck did this happen? And how can you say you're not gay, but have a boyfriend?" He paused and took a deep breath. "Ohgod... we've been naked so many fucking times together over the years. Goddamn... were you thinking of hitting on me, too?"
"Cam - really? You have known me a long time. You're my best friend. I've never been like that and this isn't... I never looked to get with a guy... NEVER," I repeated loudly and forcefully, "but whatever is going on with me and Ryan is totally different. I don't see it as a guy-guy thing... I mean, I know it is, but it doesn't seem like that. I like him in a different way than I've ever liked the girls I've been with. And I want to see where it goes."
"When did this happen?" Bryce asked.
"This morning, basically," I said. "Ryan and I just had breakfast and talked about it and I asked him if he would go out with me."
Cam was running his hands through his hair... obviously really upset at this news.
Julie cleared her throat and we all looked at her. Julie and Bry have been dating for over two years, so I've gotten very comfortable with her since I moved in with the guys. She walked up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Marc, if Ryan makes you happy and this is something you really want, then who are we question it?" I nodded. "I understand what it's like to be with someone who makes you happy, so you just need to go with it and forget about all the other shit, ok?" As she hugged me I looked around at the four men watching us.
Cam blew out a long, hard breath and now he was the focus of attention. "Dude... I don't care if you're gay," I started to say something, but he raised his hand up, "or NOT gay or whatever you are. I just wish you'd told me. That freaked me out, man." His voice was much softer. He came up and gave me a hug. "You're one of my best friends and that won't change." Then he let me go and stepped back, putting his hand out for me to shake it. "I'm sorry I overreacted, ok?"
I shook his hand. "Ok," I said. "Look, I think I've been a lot like all of you over the past couple of weeks. I felt really confused about a lot of things. I didn't even tell Ryan about it - well, not fully. But, I'm seeing a counselor on campus and he's helping me see some things about myself that I didn't see before. But I'm still the same person."
"It's ok, Marc," Bry said, coming up to shake my hand. "If you're happy then it's fine by me." Evan followed after that and things seemed back to normal.
I looked at my watch - it was 1:15. "So, anyway. I'm sorry to introduce Ryan to you guys this way, but Cam didn't leave me much choice. And I need to leave for work in 45 minutes," I said. I still had the 'fight or flight' thing going on, but I felt much better - coming down from the rush of adrenaline.
"You're gonna' need to give me more specifics on this new job," Cam said as I was walking away.
"You've had enough news for one day, Cam," I said leading Ryan to my room.
As soon as my bedroom door was closed Ryan pulled me into a bear hug, then kissed me. "That was crazy," he said smiling.
"What are you smiling about?" I could hear faint voices outside in the living room, so I knew the conversation continued.
"Because... you did it. You did what you said you would do and you showed that you ARE committed to me and to giving us a try," he said, kissing me again.
"Ryan, I don't go back on my word... and I feel like... well, you said 'chivalry' earlier. This is the same thing to me. Forget feelings for a minute. My honor and integrity are on the line... with you... with us," I told him.
"You just removed all doubt from my mind," he said and hugged me hard. After he let me go I sat on the futon with my head down and he sat next to me. "What's wrong?"
"I'm still gonna' need some time to figure this out, ok?" He nodded. "I mean, it FEELS so right - you and me - but it's different for me. I'm happy being around you, I really am, but..." (I paused) "I'm over-analyzing again." I pointed at the door. "But that shit right there is why I try to analyze everything."
"Life's not predictable," Ryan said, putting his hand on my bare knee. "You're not going to be able to figure everything out right now."
I took his hand and stood up, helping him up to stand with me. I looked into his brown eyes and he smiled at me. "I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?"
"There are two of us here. This affects both of us, and I'm making this all about me and how I'm going to adjust."
"It's understandable," Ryan said, holding my chin. "This is a big step for you and it's not something you're used to. I know who I am and I'll help you with this one step at a time. And if it feels like the step is too big..."
"That's just it," I said, "It really doesn't feel like such a big step. It would have been harder NOT to do this. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense. It would have killed me if we hadn't moved forward after all that's happened." Ryan got a really sad look on his face. "I don't even want to think about it."
"Then don't," I said, planting a kiss on his lips then forcing my tongue into his mouth. We made out for a few minutes just standing there - again, something new to me because he was leading as much as I was... and his hands were feeling all over me while I kept my hands on his ass almost the whole time.
A knock at the door stopped us from going further. "Come in," I said, releasing Ryan but not moving away from him. Cam opened the door and came in, closing the door behind him.
"I wanted to apologize - to both of you - for being such a jackass," he said. "Marc, I know how tough the last few years have been for you and I feel like I haven't been there enough for you and..."
I walked over and stopped him. "Dude... you've been here for me totally. What's happening here is different. It's like... the markets responding to new financial data or something... it's a cause and effect type of thing." I motioned to Ryan. "That's exactly what this is... there's something here - between us - and we're just responding to it. I wish I could explain it better, but it's too deep for me to understand, honestly."
"You and your damn economics analogies," Ryan said, smirking at me.
"I know. Right?" Cam answered him, a big smile on his face when he looked at Ryan. "I'm glad you're happy, Marc. I'm listening to you saying this deep shit and it's like you're a different person, but still the same. If you're happy, that's fine by me. That goes for both of you. And, Ryan, I hope we get to see more of you."
Ryan smiled. "Thanks. You too. And I appreciate that."
Cam started for the door. "Ok - well, you two lovebirds get back to... oh, whatever the hell you were doing, and I'll leave you alone."
"Cam?" I shouted before he could shut the door.
"Yeah?"
"Can we hang out this week? Go grab some dinner or something? Maybe I can catch you up on what's going on," I said.
He smiled. "Just like old times. Yeah - let's do it. Tuesday would be good for me."
"Tuesday it is," I said.
"Ryan, you're welcome to join us if you want," he added.
"I'll see if I'm available," Ryan said.
Cam nodded and shut the door.
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By Tuesday, Ryan and I hadn't seen each other since he left my house Saturday afternoon. We'd talked a lot, but I worked at Joe's Saturday night, then came home and crashed. Sunday I studied, did some laundry and hung-out with my roommates. He was supposed to come over mid-morning Sunday, but needed to help his parents with something that took longer than he thought, so we didn't get to see each other. Monday is my heaviest school day and we had a wrestling team meeting in the afternoon, so Ryan and I talked on the phone that night. All-in-all, it had been a few busy days and hadn't left me much time to think let alone jack-off. He mentioned the hickey I gave him under his armpit several times and I made a mental note to give him another one somewhere else.
I had my regular appointment with Dr. Gerry Brauch, my counselor at the Student Health Center, Tuesday morning. He seemed genuinely surprised that I'd taken such a big leap forward in a week. I told him I was really nervous about this decision and path - almost bordering on fear.
"What are you afraid of, Marc?"
"I've already started moving down this path, but how much will my friends change the way they act toward me? How about the wrestling team once they find out?" I answered him. I felt on the verge of panic just saying it out loud.
"You have no control over others' actions - or reactions - to the things you do in life," Gerry started. "So, to even TRY to change your behaviors based on what you THINK they might do... well, that moves your friendships and relationships into a place where they no longer move naturally. In fact, you could actually do more harm to those relationships by trying to force them in a specific direction just so that you can control the final outcome."
I sat there taking it all in.
Gerry continued. "On the one hand, you've followed your heart, and that's a really good thing. You put yourself out there and made yourself vulnerable. But, on the other, you could overcompensate in response to things that haven't even happened yet - your fear of how your friendships will change, for example - and can cause them to change in negative ways by trying to control someone else's behaviors."
We talked more about that in context of my friends - then talked about my parents and my family. Even though I didn't feel like I was 'coming out,' I knew I needed to go home to talk with them soon. He said it sounded like another positive step, but that I should trust them to react out of their love and concern for me without telling them how I needed them to act. It was a powerful - and weighty - conversation.
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I left Dr. Brauch's office feeling better about how to handle things with the people closest to me. I'd already realized that I could mess things up with Ryan by being too worried about things, so the counsel this morning would help me move further away from trying to control every situation between me and Ryan. Those thoughts also further ignited the fire of my lust for him. After being apart since Saturday my hormones were raging, so on my way to rehearsal after my counselling appointment, I sent Ryan a text telling saying, "I want to make you cum in the worst way." I loved his response:
"damn. keep sending msgs like that and UL find me covrd in my cum when U walk in! ;)"
I got to the choral rehearsal room early expecting that there wouldn't be many people there. But, wouldn't you know it - the one time I arrive early almost everyone else did too. Ryan was at the opposite end of the rehearsal room - getting music in order for Dr. Sumner, I assumed - so he had his back to the door and didn't see me when I walked in. I didn't look around the room, I didn't over-think it and I didn't hesitate. I walked right up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist in a hug, extending one of my hands to his chest. He turned when he realized it was me and smiled, but didn't make any gestures to hug me back.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, one hand still on his waist, even though he had taken a step back.
"Are you sure you want to do this here? Now?" he whispered.
I pulled him closer and gave him a full, hard kiss on the lips. "Let me think about it while I go get my music," I said, raising one eyebrow and giving him another quick kiss. His face lit-up immediately. The chatter in the room quieted considerably, and then - as I walked to my locker - the murmuring started. I took a deep breath, but felt fine about it. I didn't look around. I just got my music then took my normal seat next to Damon.
"Did I just see you kiss Ryan?" Damon asked as I sat down. I wasn't trying to hide anything, so I confirmed it and told him Ryan and I had started dating this past weekend. His face changed immediately... looking very excited and ready to ask a million questions. Thankfully, Dr. Sumner came in and was ready to get started, so I didn't have to worry about talking more.
Throughout the whole class period people were turning around to look at me and it was starting to get annoying, but I knew this is how it would be. I started to feel that irritated feeling toward the gay guys, but I squelched it... I was not going to be judgmental any longer and I was certainly in no position to judge them for being gay... not since I was now basically doing the same thing. Besides, I felt like I'd had an epiphany talking with Dr. Brauch about Joey and I thought it did related directly to my past feelings toward gay guys.
Once class ended I wanted to just get out of there to avoid everyone, but running wasn't the answer. I'd have to deal with it eventually and figured better to just get it over with. Ryan and I locked eyes and I headed his way, with guys trying to sidetrack me the whole way. I said "excuse me" and "hold a sec" at least a dozen times and when I got there, and Ryan was already surrounded, fielding questions.
"Excuse me, guys," I said to get to him then stood right in front of him.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi - you did a good job on your solo," he answered, with others around him agreeing.
I moved in and kissed him gently on the lips. "Thanks," I said. The people around us went totally silent as they watched us. I hated being on display in this way, but I knew the only way to deal with it was directly. "So, about my text... you got a few minutes?" I raised my eyebrows a couple of times and winked at him.
Ryan swallowed hard and his face started flushing. "Y-yeah... give me a few, ok?" I nodded.
I went to my locker to put my music away and then had to deal with questions.
"Yes, Ryan and I are dating." "It happened this past weekend." "No, I guess you could say I'm 'bi.'" "No, I've never been with another guy."
The most interesting exchange was with a guy who sings bass. I've certainly noticed him because he's 6'3" and is a muscular 220, at least - a beast of a guy. But I'd never actually met him. So, he comes up to me after everyone else was done. I was still waiting for Ryan to finish his duties and was finally standing by myself.
"Hey, Marc. I'm Dirk," he said, extending his hand. I shook it. "So... you and Ryan, huh?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, if things don't work out, let me know. I always thought you were hot. Fuck, even for some fun on the side... let me know." He had a wicked smile on his face.
At that point, Ryan walked up and Dirk walked away, but the conversation made me even hornier. "Thanks," I said to him. I mean, what else could I say?
"Come on," I said, grabbing Ryan's hand.
I dragged Ryan out of the room and into the hallway. There are a few practice rooms around and I needed to find a vacant one fast. Finally, I found one with the lights off and pushed the door open.
"What are you doing?" Ryan asked. I didn't answer him... instead, I pulled him inside with me and locked the door behind us. The class schedule was on the wall and there wasn't a class in here for hours, so we were good. I'd never been in this room before, but looked to see that there was an inner storage room... that's where we were going. As luck would have it, the room was on an outside wall, so there was plenty of light coming in through the window, but no one would know we were in there.
As I shut the door behind me, I pushed Ryan against the wall and dropped to my knees... unbuttoning his shorts and pulling his shorts and underwear down around his ankles as quickly as I could.
"Ohgod," he said as I took his hardening cock into my mouth. "Ohgod, Marc... ohmygod."
I looked up and loved the look of surprise and ecstasy on his face. THIS is what I wanted... the chance to give him pleasure and the chance to taste him again. I knew I needed work on my dick-sucking skills, but he didn't seem to mind and was gently fucking my face to show that he liked it - his hands on either side of my head. I cradled his balls in one hand while I worked the base of his cock with my other... knowing he would cum and not caring at all. He seemed to enjoy my hand moving around his taint, so I kept it there. I wanted to do so many more things at that moment - and they all flashed into my mind - but I reminded myself that he and I would have plenty of time to do lots of other things and I smiled while looking up at him.
"Marc, I'm getting close," he said and I moved my hands to his hips, holding his ass tight and keeping his cock as deep in my mouth as possible. Ryan was making sounds letting me know he was going to gush and immediately the cum hit the roof of my mouth as his cock erupted. I tried to swallow and made the mistake of pulling back too far. Ryan's cock popped out of my mouth, shooting cum up my nostril then onto my face. I swallowed and wanted to take him in my mouth again, but when I looked at his face something told me he loved being able to shoot his load onto my face, so I let it continue... watching the pleasure on his face and taking his hot cum any way I could get it.
When I was sure he was spent, I took his cock in my mouth again... cleaning the last drops of cum from his cock and licking it off the shaft. Ryan slid down the wall and we were face to cum-covered-face smiling at each other.
"Ohgod, you're gorgeous," he said, kissing me.
"You, my man, are MINE," I said to him, thinking that I had his cum inside of me and was now wearing it.
"It's so hot to see my cum on your face," he said. "No guy has ever let me cum on his face."
"Well... I've never let another guy cum on my face, so we're even," I laughed. My gym bag was sitting next to me, so I unzipped it and grabbed my towel. Ryan took it from me and started wiping my face, obviously able to see it much better than I could.
"Is it my turn now?" he asked when he'd finished. I grabbed the towel and wiped his dick off, then blew the cum out of my nose.
"Nope... you'll have to wait," I said pushing him to stand up. He looked stunned. "You've got to get going and so do I," I said pulling his underwear and shorts up, then standing to face him.
"But..." he started, but I interrupted it with a kiss.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, "and the anticipation will make it so much better." He rubbed my throbbing cock through my shorts and I almost blew a load right there.
"Are you sure?" he asked, unbuttoning my shorts, dropping to his knees. I smiled and he knew he had my agreement to let him continue. I really had planned to just get Ryan off, but how could I turn him down now?
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"So... tell me what's going on," Cam said as we drove to have dinner that night.
I felt nervous and a little embarrassed. "Remember how you were with Andrea?" He nodded as he drove. "You liked her, but you guys were only friends at first... but you said the build-up was really fast and you had really strong feelings for her."
"Yeah?" Cam answered.
"It's like that with Ryan and me. Cam, I don't know how to explain it. Looking back, I think I was attracted to him from the first time I met him. You've seen him... he's - wow - good-looking, but it seems like it's more chemical or something - the attraction, I mean. You're my best friend, so I can tell you this shit, but when I was in his office - oh, he's the TA for my music professor - anyway, I had to go to his office to talk to him about auditions for this singing part and - hell, if I wasn't thinking about flirting with him while I was sitting there." I didn't look at Cam because I felt a little weird saying that. "I know Marc is a guy and not only do I not care, but that's another thing I like about him."
"But you say you're not gay? How does that even make sense to you?" Cam asked.
"You're right... it doesn't. I still like women - and I haven't really worked out what I'll do if I get really hot for a chick, but right now I'm just in a relationship with a guy," I said. "If that makes me gay... fine, so be it. I like him and I'm working hard not to over-think it like I normally would."
He put his hand out and slapped my thigh, leaving it there - a best-friend gesture, nothing more. "Dude... it's ok. I'm still shocked - yeah - but you still seem like the same 'fucked-up Marc' I've always known, so..."
I punched him... hard, but not so hard that he would wreck the car or anything and we turned in to Outback, which is where he wanted to eat, and then got seated right away.
Our time together was the same as it had always been. Laughing and carrying-on, talking about girls, checking-out the waitresses, telling stupid jokes. I never once tried to scope-out other guys or the waiters and Cam mentioned it toward the end of the meal. He said he was looking for me to start ACTING gay, but that he never saw it. "My mind just isn't trained that way," I told him, and he said he could tell.
"You really are the same 'Marc,'" he said, and it made me feel better.
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I didn't see Ryan Wednesday, but we talked quite a bit - mostly through text. He sent me a picture of his crotch - all plumped up in his underwear - and I was tempted to return the favor - actually thought of sending him a full-on erection shot, but I was too nervous to do it.
Getting out of my last class Thursday, Ryan sent me a text... "dinner tonight. ur calndr is free so no shit from U! pick U up at 630. dress nice. xo"
For mid-October it was still incredibly warm, and I dressed in khakis, a nice long-sleeved button-up shirt and dark brown wingtips. The guys and Julie all said I looked nice. I wasn't nervous, but it did feel like our first date. Ryan came into the house at 6:15, but I'd been ready for 10 minutes already. He greeted all the other guys first, shooting the shit with Cam for a few. Only then did he come over to me, catching me in big hug and planting a soft kiss on my mouth.
As he drove he was so secretive about where we were going. It was obvious he had something big planned and my mind was all over the place imagining everything from a hot air balloon ride at sunset to a quiet dinner at a romantic restaurant. He was like a little kid, though, and hinted and giggled every couple of minutes. I was starting to get a little irritated, but I squelched it because he was obviously so excited and, thankfully, we arrived at our destination quickly.
"This place looks a lot like that other place you took me to... the one where they change the menu every day," I said.
"Same owners as the other restaurant," he said leading the way.
The hostess recognized Ryan immediately, and seemed to know we were coming, so I knew he had something up his sleeve for tonight. I didn't know what, but now I was excited, too and as the hostess seated us, I was feeling very horny toward him.
"Y'know, if this dinner is really great, I might have to think of a really good way to repay you later," I said, raising my eyebrows. I was thinking about kicking my shoe off and running my foot up to his crotch.
He smiled and started to respond, but we were interrupted...
"Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome." I was so stunned by the beauty of this woman that I didn't pay much attention to Ryan getting up from the table. As she finished speaking he pulled her into a big hug, then turned to me.
"Marc, this is 'Nicole Plette,' my mother. Mom, this is 'Marc Gaston,' my boyfriend." He was beaming.
I immediately stood and shook her hand. "It's very nice to meet you," I said, but I knew my poker face told her something.
She immediately gave a scolding look to Ryan. "He didn't let on that you were meeting the family tonight, did he?" she asked, looking at me.
"No, ma'am - he didn't." I looked at him and he scowled at me. "Hey - you know I'm a keeper if I'll throw you under the bus the first time I meet your Mom," I added, and winked at him.
Nicole pulled a chair out and sat down, so Ryan and I also sat back down.
"I've raised him with more manners than that," she said, teasing him, "but I'm sure he wanted to surprise you." She turned her attention back to Ryan. "So is EVERYTHING here a surprise or does he already know?"
"It's all a surprise," he answered her. I'd seen that wicked grin before and my mind flashed to Ryan's body underneath me with that grin on his face, but I shoved that out of my head before my dick started to respond. "And, Mom... that look on Marc's face means he has a losing poker hand. Just in case you ever play poker with him, you'll know what it looks like."
"Y'know, some secrets are meant to be kept," I said to him sarcastically.
His mother laughed at us. "So... tell him," she said to Ryan.
"Marc, you've never asked where I get my money to live day-to-day... well, this is one way. I own this restaurant along with my family. And the other one is also ours."
"Wow," I said. "That's really cool. But, you never work here?"
"No, I helped my parents buy this second restaurant not long after they started the first one." He looked toward the hostess station and waved the hostess to our table. When he did that, his mother excused herself saying she'd be right back. Ryan stood again.
"Marc, this is my sister 'Elisa," Ryan said, introducing us.
I stood and shook her hand as Nicole approached the table again followed by a man who could only have been Ryan's father. The looked that much alike.
"I'm 'Charles,'" he said, giving me his hand. I had a huge smile on my face and Ryan started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Elisa asked.
"I think he likes my surprise," Ryan said, and came over to me.
I nodded. "I do," I said. "Very much." I kissed him and they all started taking a seat at the table.
"So, Marc... tell me about you and your family. Where did you grow up? Where do your folks live?" Charles asked.
I told them all that I'd grown up right outside of Tampa and that I had gone to the Boston Conservatory of Music (which drew raised eyebrows from Nicole - she was obviously familiar with the school through Ryan). While in Boston, my father decided to open an office in Orlando, so the family moved there.
For the next two hours we ate and I had a great time getting to know Ryan's family. Intelligent and driven, just like Ryan, they were an amazing family and it made me sad that I hadn't had the opportunity to introduce Ryan to my family yet, much less tell them about Ryan. I vowed to change that.
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After dinner, Ryan dropped me off at my house so I could get clothes and my car. I really wanted to spend the night with him, so I headed over there as quickly as I could.
As we crawled into Ryan's bed that night, I thanked him again for a great surprise.
"It's awesome that you had such a good time," he said scooting closer to me and giving me a kiss.
"Ryan?" I said, looking into his eyes.
"Mm-hm," he answered me.
"I need some time..." Ryan got a concerned look on his face. "... with your body," I finished, smirking.
I pushed him onto his back and began kissing his neck, quickly working my way to his chest. I paid special attention to Ryan's hairy chest because it was such a turn on for me. He let me have my fun for a while, but he couldn't stay still for long and eventually we were laying in a 69 - giving each other total pleasure and bringing a great day to a perfect close.
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Waking next to Ryan Friday morning felt so right that I wanted to lay in bed with him all day. I had already decided I was skipping my Business & Economics class today, so I wasn't in any rush.
We either woke at the same time or he was awake just before me, because when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was his smiling face. I was sprawled-out on my stomach with my hands under the pillow and he was laying on his side next to me. As soon as he saw that I was awake he started running his fingers along my back and I smiled at him. Ryan's workouts created callouses and rough places on his palms just like mine did, so I could feel the extra friction on my skin, and I liked it. It felt so nice to have a strong hand caressing me.
"Hi," he said.
"Hey," I replied.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Well. Good sleep. You?"
"Good," he answered. "Hey - I want to go to your wrestling practice tonight and then hang-out afterward," he said. "Is that ok?"
I guess he had seen it on my calendar. "Perfectly fine," I answered giving him a kiss. "Since I'm just going to head home early tomorrow morning I'll just pack my bag and stay here again tonight. That cool?"
"Yup," he said.
We got up and showered together, washing each other and jacking each other to completion. As we were drying off, I said, "This is so much more fun than showering alone."
Ryan smiled. "Yeah... it is," he replied and kissed me.
It was after 11 when I left his house... after we had a quick, late breakfast. I went home because I'd need my things for wrestling practice and pack for going to see my parents. I was only going to be home for two days and one night, but - you know how it is... by the time you get everything you MIGHT need it seems like you're lugging around a huge suitcase.
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Practice ended a little after 6 and we all headed into the lockerroom. Coach always held a quick meeting then let us shower, so I waved to Ryan as he sat in a chair along the practice room wall with other students. I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan throughout Coach's 5 minute pep-talk and it made my dick plump-up. I didn't worry about it since most of us got into the shower that way after wrestling practice.
I was almost the last one into the showers because I my phone fell out of my locker and came apart. I put it back together and turned it on and even those few extra minutes meant there was only open showerhead - next to Blaine, the team captain.
"Good job today, Marc," Blaine said, smacking my wet naked ass as I washed my hair. The smack sounded really loud, but it didn't hurt a bit. I laughed, and so did a couple of other guys, but Blaine immediately apologized, thinking he'd hit me harder than he thought.
"No problem, dude," I said. "It sounded worse than it was." I started soaping the front of my body, turning my back into the water, and noticed that no one was left in the showers except me and Blaine. He pumped soap out of the dispenser between us and I looked at him.
"Something else?" He looked like he wanted to say something.
Blaine looked toward the opening into the lockerroom... obviously looking to see if someone else was there.
"My sister is in the 'Singers' with you... remember?" he asked.
Oh shit. I pushed my brain into overdrive... my heartbeat immediately rising. "Tara, right?" I asked. Fuck! I knew where this was going.
Blaine looked to see if we were still alone. "Can we talk after we get out of the shower?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. I mean, what else could I say?
Blaine turned off his water and left the showers, grabbing his towel from the hooks outside. I finished washing and rinsed quickly - eager to find out what he wanted to talk about.
Blaine was getting dressed at his locker, shooting the shit with a few from the team and I went to my locker across from them.
"Damn, Marc... is that where Blaine smacked your ass?" Derek asked.
I turned and looked at my ass cheek. "Mother fucker... you left a hand print!" I said, laughing.
"Dude, I'm sorry... I was going for an 'atta' boy,' not a 'giddy up'." We all laughed - not because it was really that funny, but because it was typical country-boy Blaine - always coming-up with some crazy saying.
Most of the guys were done and left the lockerroom together. I was dressed in a few minutes and headed out right behind them to find Blaine leaning against the wall waiting for me. Ryan stood up and started walking toward me, but I held up my finger to let him know I needed another minute as I walked toward Blaine. Blaine chose a location where it was obvious he needed to talk in private - something that wouldn't even be questioned since he was the team captain.
"Is that him?" he asked as soon as I got up to him.
"Huh?"
"Marc, my sister told me about you dating a guy - the TA for the professor of your singing group. Is that him?"
"Yeah," I said proudly. "That's 'Ryan.'"
Ryan was sitting on a chair along the wall again and Blaine started walking toward him, taking big strides... big enough that I had to half-run my first few steps to catch up with him. Blaine was one of the most level-headed guys on the wrestling team, so I knew this wasn't an offensive move on his part, but I wasn't sure what was going on. It was a short walk to Ryan, who stood when he saw that we were walking his way.
Blaine approached before me and put his hand out. "Hey, I'm 'Blaine,' the wrestling team captain," he said firmly.
"I'm 'Ryan'," he said, pumping Blaine's hand in typical Ryan fashion. He has a firm handshake and a very masculine voice.
Blaine seemed to think about something for a minute, then said, "Look, I know you two are dating - and that's fine with me." He looked back and me, at Ryan, then back to me, turning his body so that he was at a 45 degree angle with both of us... a move to make it seem more like a circle... then took a step inward and looked around. I looked around, too, but everyone else had left.
"Marc," Blaine started, "I didn't know you were gay."
"What are you looking for, Blaine?" I didn't know how to respond to him and wasn't sure what was really on his mind. He's usually so direct and I couldn't read his expressions at all. Ryan took a step closer to me, as if to protect me and Blaine smiled at him.
"I'm not gonna' do anything, Ryan," he said, then turned to me. "Marc, I'm gay, too."
I didn't know what to say. I mean, hell... this was still new to me.
"When did you come out?" Blaine asked me.
I laughed. "I haven't yet. Ryan's my first" - I swallowed and paused - "the first guy I've ever been with."
"Ever? Wow."
"Yeah. I never thought about being with another guy before him," I answered. "When did YOU come out?" I guess that's the question to ask, right?
"To myself - about a year-and-a-half ago. To my family... after I started dating the guy I'm with now, so about a year ago," he answered. "Hey - do you guys mind getting out of here and talking for a bit? Grabbing some dinner? My treat?"
I looked at Ryan and he spoke up immediately. "Yeah. That would be fine."
"Well, tonight's our 'cheat night,' so we were gonna grab fast food - Taco Bell, actually - but we can go somewhere else... wherever you want," Blaine said.
"Taco Bell's good with me," I said thinking I could use a 'cheat night,' too. "We'll meet you there."
Ryan's car was parked near mine, so we walked together while Blaine went to his car on the other side of the building. I was sure we were out of hearing range and was about to start talking about what just happened when my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn't have stored in my phone, but it was a local number, so was probably someone I knew.
"Hullo," I answered.
"Marc?"
"Yeah - this is Marc." I didn't recognize the voice.
"Marc - it's Taylor... Phillips. How you doing?"
I stopped walking and felt like my legs were jello. It was Taylor... the boy Joey was on a date with the night he died.
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