"Hey got a sec?"
Carlson was sitting in his usual spot below the tree on the campus grass. He liked taking his lunch break there. He could eat, read, and watch students go by without being noticed, or at least that's what he thought.
Mark sat down on the grass next to him. He knew Mark. They had gone to high school together and now were classmates at CityCollege. But they were never what he would call friends.
"Uh I guess so, what's up?" Carlson responded.
"I uh got a question, kind of personal. Saw you here and thought well you'd know the answer. It's not like high school where you don't dare talk about this stuff" Mark stammered.
"I guess" Was all Carlson could say. He glanced toward the shirt open guy walking past them. He had seen him before. The jeans were so low you could see the top of his pubic hair. Otherwise his torso was smooth. He looked back in time to see Mark had been looking as well.
"Well uh when you get uh you know" he whispered now even though there wasn't anyone close enough to hear "fucked, do you stay hard?"
Carlson's brain didn't absorb the words at first. Mark was asking him about sex. He had stayed quiet about the subject even with his best friends, siblings and parents.
It wasn't that he was inexperienced. One of two high school friends had experimented with him enough that he knew how to suck cock. Another had fucked him more then once...a kind of friends with benefits thing.
"I mean I like it and all, and am hard but then go soft when someone is doing it" Mark stammered less the more he talked about it.
Carlson wondered how long Mark had been engaging in guy sex. How long did he know he was gay? How did Mark know that Carlson was gay? Did he know in high school? Did others know?
"I uh just thought you'd uh, I know it's kind of weird to talk about" Mark said "just needed someone I know to tell me stuff".
"Yea" Carlson said
"What?"
"I stay hard most of the time. Jack off too. Not always. I guess it depends on how it feels or what you're concentrating on or who's doing it." Carlson felt good talking about it. He had talked about it with only one person before.
"Hey you goin in?" The man was pleasant. A short beard more like a long term shadow and close cropped hair hinted the guy might be military.
"Uh I guess" Carlson felt the hand on the small of his back.
"Come-on, they'll let you in with me" the guy moved and Carlson entered the first gay bar he had even been in.
The bouncer looked and nodded. He seemed to recognize the guy. "Keep an eye on him" he said.
"I will" They entered, sat a the bar, Carlson swallowed the cold bar and seemed to loose track of time finding himself shirtless and dancing with a crowd of other shirtless men soon thereafter.
"Where can we go?" the man asked as last call was announced.
They ended up sitting in the guy's car with other cars nearby. It was the same place kids went to make out.
High School had ended by then but the area probably was occupied by many he knew. Maybe it was the beer but Carlson didn't resist as his shirt was peeled off, his jeans pushed down and his hard cock swallowed.
"God I want to fuck you" The guy said. "I leave tomorrow, six months out"
The seats reclined and Carlson clutched it as the guy pushed into him, not once but twice before the sex was over.
The second time, Carlson felt the guys hand at he same time taking him to his orgasm in a way he had only fantasized about.
"Shit I always get soft" Mark's words recalled Carlson from his memories.
"It's cool, everybody's different" Carlson said not sure the words were his own rather then his high school friend who introduced him to 69ing.
"I guess, uh thanks. I thought you could help" Mark started to stand.
"Wait, uh how did you know that I uh you know..." Carlson said.
"Oh I saw you looking at guys, even in high school. I didn't have the nerve then, barely have the nerve now"
Carlson nodded. "You want to get together sometime?" he asked
"I kind of got a friend..." Mark said
"I meant to talk, you know, coffee, drinks whatever. It would be good to have a friend who's the same as me" Carlson said.
"You kidding? There's allot of us here...even some from our high school" Mark couched again.
"Shit" Carlson responded feeling foolish.
"And most know about you and me too" Mark said.
"Then why ask me about uh you know the soft thing?" Carlson asked
Mark looked down, "I seen you and that guy the summer after graduation. In the car"
"You mean when we were doing it in his car?"
"Hell yea, it was hot" Mark said "got me off my ass to find someone to get with ... I was a virgin till then. I guess I need to thank you too."
Carlson remembered more.
"So what's up?" the guy asked after stopping the car so Carlson could get out by his house.
"I just uh thanks." Carlson said smiling. The experience had meant more to him then just an orgasm.
"I'll be back if the Navy lets me, 6 months maybe more. Want me to look for you?"
"That would be cool" Carlson said "I'm going to CityCollege in the fall, so I'll be around.
"Come on" Mark said
"Can't gotta class" Carlson said still thinking about the sweaty sex in the car only a few months ago.
"After, we hang out at the Coffee Bud, nothing nuts, just hanging" Mark said
"I'll be there" Carlson felt less secretive in that instant, validated, welcomed and "normal".
That's what it was all about he realized.
"Thanks" he called after Mark who had begun to leave. And he meant it, again.