Standard disclaimers apply. This story involves homosexual activity. If you don't like it or shouldn't read it, stop now. This story is my work, please don't copy it without my permission.
Copyright 2010 Mike Masterson.
Thank you to everyone who sent words of encouragement. They are much appreciated. This is my second attempt at gay erotica. I hope you enjoy it.
Mitch caught his breath before looking up into Josh's eyes. "Can you call your parents? I'd like you to stay over tonight."
Josh smiled and nodded.
Mitch was closing the door and locking it while Josh was dialing.
"Mom? Yeah I'm fine. Yeah I ate. I met up with Vanya and the team for pizza. I drove a friend home and I'm kinda beat. Ok if I stay over at his place? Umm, I'll check on that." Josh covered the phone with his other hand and smiled as he caught Mitch up. "She wants to know if it's ok with your parents." Josh said straining not to giggle.
"I don't see them objecting." Mitch replied with his own chuckle.
Josh went back to the phone. "They don't have a problem with it. Yeah ok, I'll be home in the morning. Love you too." Josh stuffed his phone back into jacket. The young men stood looking at each other in a dimly lit halway surrounded by a few stacks of cardboard boxes. Their faces alternating between smiles and curious glances.
Mitch broke the silence finally. "Soo, welcome to my house." He said waiving a hand around. "I'd give you a tour, but I'm not sure what everything's going to be yet."
"You're nervious." Josh concluded.
"That obvious?" Mitch said squinting slightly, as if some secret had just been dug up.
"Oh yeah." Josh said as he walked up to Mitch, stopping only a foot or two away,leaning against a box. "It's good, though. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I like that." Josh brushed a few stray hairs from Mitch's forehead back into place.
"Today was kind of intense." Mitch said, his eyes glued to Josh's. "And I don't know what...I don't know what I should do, or what I should want to do, or anything really." Mitch seemed suddenly tired and stressed.
Josh nodded. "What were you thinking when you asked me to stay over?"
"I was thinking that I didn't want you to let me go." Mitch said, looking away from Josh.
Josh leaned in, turned Mitch's head toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips."You're adorable, and you also look exhausted. Why don't we head to your room and I'll hold you until we fall alseep?"
Relief flood over Mitch. "That'd be great. I just didn't want you to be annoyed or anything, thinking something else..."
Josh, seeming tired himself, said, "I know. That's why I asked. You can always be honest with me, Mitch. In fact, that's the one thing I'll kind of insist on. Besides, do you plan on moving again anytime soon?"
Mitch shook his head.
"Good. Then we've got some time for whatever 'something elses' you can think of another day. Where's your room?"
Mitch led Josh through the dark house. The entryway was really the only place that seemed cluttered with boxes. The rest of the rooms were barren by comparison. In short order, and with little ceremony, they came to Mitch's room, still mostly in boxes itself. There was a makeshift nightstand made of a few boxes of books, along with a boxspring and matress. The bed was made neatly. In fact, the room itself, apart from being packed up, was tidy. A single folding chair and a desk made of two dinner trays occupied the corner of the room opposite the bed.
"Oh thank god, you've got a queen. I'm a little big for a twin." Josh said as he began taking off his shoes.
Mitch opened a window and turned on a fan to get some air moving in the room. He turned around to see Josh undressing, neatly folding each piece of clothing and placing it on the folding the chair. Despite the fun earlier in the afternoon, Mitch hadn't had a good chance to really look at Josh's body. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were well-defined, along with his pecs. Josh's chest had a little bit of hair, along with a trail leading down below his belly button. A little weight was hiding a six pack, but Mitch didn't think it would take too much work to get that toned too. Josh had changed from the jock strap to boxer briefs. It was dark and Josh wasn't hard, but Mitch could still easily make out the large package. Strong, solid legs, with their own light dusting of hair, supported Josh's frame.
"Mitch?" Josh said as he was folding his jeans.
Mitch snapped back to reality. "Huh?"
Josh made a show of glancing over Mitch, top to bottom. "I'm kind of a furnace. So unless you want to be completely roasting, you may want to dress down some."
"Oh I will. I just...I'm feeling a little self conscious."
"Why?"
"Let's see. I think it's because you're a Greek god and I'm a fuzzy, pudgy, geek."
Josh snorted and walked over to Mitch, and proceeded to direct Mitch's arms in the air. A few moments later, Josh had Mitch's shirt off and was working on his jeans, making the occasional effort to caress a part of Mitch that might be the cause for any self consciousness. When Mitch was left wearing nothing but his boxers and socks, Josh gave Mitch a light, swift, smack to the ass. "Now, get in bed, sexy, before I have to drag you there."
They both settled into bed, Josh holding Mitch, just as he had done earlier in the day. Mitch could tell from Josh's breathing that he'd be asleep before too long. Now suddenly Mitch was wide awake.
"Josh?"
"No, you're not." Josh said sleepily, adding a yawn at the end.
"Pardon me?"
"You're not dreaming. I'll still be here when you wake up, so don't freak out." Josh continued to settle in, pulling Mitch in closer, relaxing his hold, letting the weight of his arms keep Mitch close.
"How did you know?"
Still sleepy, but also amused, Josh replied, "Because you're neurotic in a very predictable way, and I'm starting to get the hang of it."
"Oh" Mitch sounded both relieved and a little surprised. He wasn't used to having his conversations predicted like that.
Feeling safe, surprised, calm, and happy, all at the same time, Mitch finally let sleep take him. The last thing he remembered was hearing Josh snore lightly and the feeling of both their heartbeats.
Josh was true to his word. Mitch woke up when the light of the morning forced him to, and Josh was lying next to him with one arm over his head and the other draped across his chest. They both had kicked off sheets during the night.
Mitch noticed two things right away. The first was that he was hard, incredibly hard, horny, and leaking just a little, but he didn't remember having a dream. The second was that Josh was also hard, his cock straining the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Without thinking, for once, Mitch gently pushed the waistband of Josh's boxer briefs down to expose the 10 inch rod. Mitch took a moment to look at it. As far as he was concerned, it was perfect. Only slightly veiny, thick, a good sized head, and only a little bit of a curve.
Mitch leaned over slowly and sucked at the head softly. Josh gave no indication that he was waking up, but his cock stiffened just a little bit more and Mitch could taste pre-cum, letting him know that his efforts were appreciated. Mitch became bolder, licking his lips, he began fitting more of Josh in his mouth, sucking as he went, rubbing his tongue across the head.
"Now that is something I could get used to." Josh said, opening his eyes and waking up. "You always see commercials with people waking up to the smell of coffee. I bet they'd sell more if they showed guys waking up to blow jobs."
Mitch almost coughed/laughed while stuffing more cock in his mouth and edging toward his throat.
Josh, fully awake, erect, and ready to get serious, went onto ask, "You like my cock in your mouth?"
Mitch could only nod, concentrating on going further.
Josh put his hand on the back of Mitch's head, but just let it rest there without pushing. The sound of sucking and slurping mixed with the morning bird songs from outside were the only sounds in the room.
After a few minutes Mitch had to come up for air and rest his jaw. "That's going to take some getting used to."
Josh was both horny and apologetic. "Yeah, sorry. It's blessing and a curse."
Mitch's breath was ragged just looking at Josh, and without thinking, he blurted out "God I want you to fuck me!"
Josh's eyes locked with Mitch's. "I know you haven't been with anyone, Mitch, but have you ever taken anything that big before?"
"Only in a dream." Mitch replied, with a goofy grin.
Josh's gaze was oddly intense. "Lie down, on your back." It was more of a command than a request.
Nervous but incredibly horny, Mitch complied. He even spread his legs a little.
"You ever take anything at all before?" Josh asked.
"Sometimes I'll finger myself in the shower." Mitch replied
Josh nodded. He got in between Mitch's legs, forcing them wider and got up on his knees, with his cock painfully hard and starring at Mitch. Josh took one of Mitch's hands in his own and spread them both open, palms together. Josh's hands were distinctly larger and stronger. Josh then guided Mitch's hand to his 10 in, thick, hard dick, and wrapped Mitch's hand around it.
"You have any lube?" Josh asked, in a throaty voice that almost sounded like a growl.
Mitch nodded, and fumbled with his other hand in a box and got out a small bottle. He handed it to Josh.
"Stroke me." Josh commanded. Mitch did so, running his hand up and down the shaft.
"That's enough." Josh said again. He opened the bottle and put a small amount of lube in his hand. Josh made a show of lubing up his hands. He guided Mitch's hand away from his cock and onto one of the lubed up hands. Josh wrapped Mitch's hand around his index finger, forcing Mitch to stroke it a few times.
"Put your hands under your head, under the pillow, and keep them there." Josh said softly.
Mitch was nervous, excited, slightly scared and incredibly turned on by Josh's tone. He eagerly put his hands under his pillow.
Josh broke into a slight smile. "Just try to relax and enjoy."
Mitch, looking a little confused, but still horny and determined, nodded once.
Josh grabbed his own pillow, raised Mitch's ass with ease, and stuffed the pillow under it, exposing more of Mitch's ass.
Then, Josh explored and massaged Mitch's slightly fur-covered cheeks, kneading them and finally pulling them slightly apart.
Mitch closed his eyes and let a barely audible moan escape. He then felt pressure at his virgin hole, as something hard and slick found its mark.
"Just relax and let me in." Josh said gently.
Mitch, eyes still closed in concentration, willed the appropriate muscles into submission. He felt his ass give way and Josh enter him. Mitch could feel how tight he was. It was at that point that Mitch became fully aware that Josh's cock wasn't inside him, it was just a finger!
Damn that feels big! I'm dating a giant.
"Fuck me, you're tight!" Josh said, slowly pushing more of his finger into Mitch. It wasn't long before Josh found that spot, making Mitch's ass clench, hips buck in pleasure, and forcing more of his thick finger inside.
With his other hand Josh grabbed Mitch's cock at the base and squeezed, running his fist up the shaft. pre-cum leaked freely from Mitch's cock. Mitch couldn't help but moan loudly. "God yes, fuck me, Josh!"
It was Josh's turn to do as he was told. His finger did its best to massage Mitch's prostate while his other hand steadily jacked Mitch's steel-hard cock. It wasn't long before Josh felt Mitch clamp down on his finger and cry out incoherently.
"Uhhhh...Fuck!! Fuck!!" The first shot hit the wall behind Mitch's head, while the next several streams landed on his face and chest.
When Mitch had finally stopped coming and relaxed some, Josh removed his finger and wiped his hands with some tissues that were next to the bed.
"Damn." was all that Mitch could say for several minutes.
Josh stretched out beside Mitch and ran his thumbnail across Mitch's left nipple, which happened to have a big drop of cum on it. Mitch shivered in response, but didn't stop the action. Mitch could feel Josh's hard member on his side.
"What about you?" Mitch asked, still a little dazed.
"I've got an idea for that." Josh said, moving in closer to Mitch. "lube up your hand." Mitch did so, wondering if he was going to be fingering Josh now.
Josh continued. "Here, while we're close, grab me and squeeze." Mitch didn't need to be told where and grabbed Josh's dick and squeezed. Josh closed his eyes and Mitch could feel the cock in his hand throb a little. "Nice." Josh breathed.
"Now, keep your wrist kind of locked in place like that, but feel free to squeeze as much as you want. If I can't fuck your ass yet, I'll take your hand." Josh said and grabbed Mitch's ass, bringing their bodies closer together and kissing Mitch, taking a moment to taste a few drops of cum still left on Mitch's face.
With Mitch's wrist in place, Josh started to slowly thrust his cock through Mitch's grip. In turn, Mitch loosened and tightened his grip based on Josh's reactions. Josh alternated between fucking Mitch's hand and kissing Mitch aggressively and then more slowly and softly. Mitch felt is own manhood rising again from a combination of passion and friction.
Josh's pace flattened into a steady pounding of Mitch's hand. Mitch could feel that giant cock getting even harder and knew it wouldn't be long. Josh's face contorted but remained silent as Mitch could feel hot cum bursting out of Josh's cock, coating both of them. Mitch couldn't take it and his own cock exploded, sending out another large load as it jumped and sprayed both of them.
The thrusts slowed and eventually stopped and Josh's face relaxed, along with the rest of his body.
"Wow." Josh said catching his breath. "That was more intense that I thought it would be." He said almost laughing.
"Yeah. I didn't really know I'd be up for round 2 quite so soon." Mitch admitted.
Josh grabbed some more tissues and they both cleaned up as best as they could.
Josh yawned and said. "I'm still a little sleepy. Someone woke me up." He eyed Mitch in mock annoyance.
Mitch shrugged and smiled. "I'll try to contain myself in the future."
"Oh please don't." Josh said, pulling Mitch into a kiss. When they broke apart, Josh glanced at the clock and continued. "My parents won't be expecting me until later on. They know I tend to sleep late. Let's catch a quick nap before getting up."
"I'm not sure it's really a nap if you're only awake for half an hour for a morning quickie." Mitch said
"Well then, let's just go back to sleep." Josh held Mitch again. It felt more natural to both of them the more times they found themselves in that position. Sleep came easily to both of them.
"Mitch? Honey?"
Mitch opened his eyes, trying to figure out who was talking. It certainly wasn't Josh. Then horror, embarrassment, and terror slammed into his head as he recognized the voice of his mother.
Josh was still asleep and they were covered with a sheet at least, but there was Mitch's mother, standing just inside the room, with a very curious expression on her face. She whispered as loudly as she dared, "Why don't you and your...friend get cleaned up and meet me downstairs." She saw the unspoken look in Mitch's eyes. "And no, your father isn't here. He stayed back to finish up some things."
She exited the room as quietly as she could, only squeaking on one floor board as she left. Mitch concentrated on breathing, unclenching every muscle he could thing of, and a few he just discovered.
Mitch extracted himself from Josh's hold and shook him a little. "Josh. Josh! We have to get up."
Josh blinked and looked at the clock. "Man, we've still got at least another hour. Come on, stay in bed with me." He said as he rolled over putting his face in a pillow.
"Josh. My mother came home early, saw us, and is now downstairs waiting for us to clean up and join her." Mitch said matter-of-factly, not bothering to hide a hint of panic.
"She saw us?" Josh said raising his head and looking at Mitch.
"Yes."
"Here?"
"No, she saw us in Milan sketching sites of historical interest in our notebooks. Of course she saw us here!" Mitch blurted, more than a little frustrated.
"Easy on the sarcasm, love. I'm just waking up." Josh said, shoving Mitch a little bit in the shoulder.
"Fine, I'm sorry. I...wait, what did you call me?" Mitch said, replaying the last few seconds in his head.
Josh smiled. "I called you what you are. My love. Now. It's probably better if I meet your parents not smelling like sex and cum."
Mitch tried to conceal his thought processes and softened his tone. "It's just mom. And yes, we should shower. Here, it's just down the hall." Mitch said leading Josh out of bed. The site of scruffy Josh, naked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes almost made Mitch lose his breath, but he kept it together enough to get them both showered and dressed in short order.
When they reached the first floor of the house, they could smell the coffee brewing. They looked at each other, remembering Josh's earlier comments and grinned nervously at each other. As they entered the kitchen. Mitch's mother was seated on a stool at a bar in the center of a room. She had a coffee cup in front of her and two waiting by the machine.
Mitch spoke first. "Mom, this is Josh. He's..Well, he's my boyfriend. Josh, this is my mom."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Anders." Josh said moving to her and extending a hand cautiously.
Mitch's mother smiled and got up from her stool. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, looking very much like any other suburban woman on a Saturday morning. Her eyes reminded Josh of Mitch's. She replied "It's good to meet you too, Josh. And please, given the circumstances, I think you can call me Angela." They shook hands. All three found seats at the bar. "Would either of you two like a cup?" she said.
"No thanks, mom. I still don't drink coffee." Mitch said. He was slightly annoyed but kept it hidden well.
Since when have I ever liked coffee? And Angela? I don't even get to call her Angela!
"I'd love some. Thanks Angela." Josh said smiling and looking at Mitch. He recoiled just a little at the look Mitch gave him.
Mrs. Anders glanced at the two of them, smiled briefly and turned to refill her cup and pour some for Josh.
Facing away from the young men, toward the recently unpacked coffee machine, "You'll have to forgive Mitch, Josh. He's never really taken surprises well. I think they unnerve him too much. There was this time when he was 10 and we caught him.."
"Mom!" Mitch burst out.
She raised a hand in recognition and acquiescence. "Ok, ok I guess it's a bad time for the embarrassing childhood stories." Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Josh. "Besides the photo albums are still packed." She and Josh chuckled while Mitch remain annoyed and silent.
After a few moments of awkward silence, she went on, "Josh, do your parent know you're here?"
Josh's face turned crimson. "They know I stayed over at friend's place."
"A friend's place?" She repeated arching an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah. Mitch, err..your son and I met yesterday and um..I haven't really told them about us yet." Josh explained inarticulately.
Mrs. Anders nodded. "Yesterday?" She glanced over at Mitch, who seemed to have calmed down some.
Mitch's face had been red for some time now and remained so. "Yeah, we met after Calc. Josh gave me a ride home. I helped him with some homework and one thing led to another..."
She raised her hand again. "I get the picture, dear." She sighed and sipped her coffee for a few minutes. Josh sipped his as well. Mitch attempted to remain perfectly still. It was a defense mechanism.
She looked both of them in the eye again and said, "I won't lie to you both. The apparent seriousness of the relationship and the fact that you haven't known each other for 24 hours yet has me concerned. I think you understand why since you weren't completely honest with your parents either." Mrs. Anders looked at Josh, who looked down into his cup.
Josh finally managed a reply. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Anders, Angela" Josh corrected himself. "It definitely wasn't the smartest thing in the world, but I care for your son a lot." He looked up into her eyes and went on, "It was rude of us to make certain assumptions about what was allowed in your house. I'm sorry." Josh seemed genuinely crestfallen. "And I plan on telling my parents as soon as I get home." He added.
Mitch interjected when Josh was finished, "Mom, don't be upset with Josh. I invited him over for the night. It's my fault. He's the nicest guy I've ever met, Mom. As far as I know, I care for him as much as he cares for me." Mitch was upset and near tears at this point.
"Son, I know coming out wasn't easy for you, but as your father and I tried to explain to you at the time, we love you just as much either way. I'll admit that I wasn't expecting quite this homecoming, but I was 17 once. I understand how hormones work." She grinned a little looking out the window into the ragged garden. "After all, your father was very romantic when we met in college. I suppose you get some of that from him."
There were several minutes of silence. Mrs. Anders was lost in thought while Mitch and Josh awaited their fate.
"Ok, boys here's what we're going to do." Mrs. Anders said. "Josh do your parents know that your gay?"
Josh nodded in response. "They're cool with it."
"Alright, that makes things easier. I'm going to follow you to your house, with Mitch. And when we get there, I'm going to have a conversation with your parents and then we'll go over some ground rules for this relationship."
The words 'ground rules for this relationship' had no sooner left her lips when Mitch and Josh exchanged worried glances. This did not escape Mrs. Anders' parental powers of observation.
"Don't get too worried. I can't speak for Josh's parents, but as far as I'm concerned, the only rules would be the same rules I would expect if you were dating a young lady, Mitch. Being gay isn't a license for doing anything you want wherever you want. More coffee?" She finished and offered the carafe to Josh, who declined.
"Alright. Let's be about it then. You both look like you`re on death row. We might as well get this over with, just so I don't have to look at those faces." She said, getting up from the stool an emptying the coffee cups in the sink.
It didn't take 10 minutes to get out of Mitch's house and over to Josh's. Both Mitch and Josh held their breath as Josh dug out his key to unlock the door. Mrs. Anders was behind both of them, looking chipper as could be.
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