Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblances to reality including: names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely coincidental. This story contains explicit sexual contents regarding consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I suggest you stop reading now. If not, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing.
The Start of Something 6 T. Vincent
This whole time, I had forgotten about Cam. I felt so guilty that I've been so lost in this date that I forgot about Cam. I glanced over at Eric who proceeded to turn the radio down. He smiled, still oblivious who it was that was calling and just motioned for me to answer it.
"Hey. How are you?" I tried my best to be ambiguous.
"Hey Troy, just wanted to call to tell you that I got here safely. I went to dinner with some friends."
"Oh okay. Hope you had fun!"
"I did. I'm in my hotel room now. About to head to the shower and then bed. Pretty worn out this evening. I miss you baby."
Baby? "I miss you too." I glanced over to Eric, who seemed to be oblivious. Actually, confirmed oblivious because he was checking his phone. "Well, get some rest tonight."
"I will. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good-night baby."
"Good night!" I hung up and shoved my phone away. I felt like shit. I forgot about Cam, misinformed Eric that he wasn't "too late," and now headed to his house to do God knows what. Eric, meanwhile, had no idea about anything and directed me to his house. My mind started to wander and I didn't really pay attention to anything Eric said. I wasn't sure where to go except for his hand motions. I felt like I was cheating on Cam. I was pretty sure Cam didn't want me to go out with someone else. But then again, he never told me that. And besides, it wasn't like I consciously asked Eric out. He asked me out. I was curious. Cam wouldn't want be that selfish and irrational and explode over this. And anyways, nothing has happened between Eric and me yet. It was all harmless flirting and maybe a few confessions, mainly from Eric's side. I was just having a little fun. I was sure Eric felt the same way. Then again, Eric wasn't aware of Cam's presence. I overthought things again. This was just harmless flirting. HARMLESS! That's all it was.
"You can park in my driveway." I pulled into an impressive house at a dead end. Judging from the fact that Eric lived alone with his son, the house was way too big for two people. Eric grabbed his keys and the cheesecake and led me through his door. I hope the neighbors didn't think I was a prostitute. As I walked into his house, he asked me to take my shoes off. I thought only Asian people did that? I obliged as I sized up the house. It was huge on the inside, clearly too big for a man and his seven year old. There was a lot of open space and tall ceilings. He should definitely hang big drapes. Eric came up to me with two glasses of red wine. He circled behind me and handed me a glass. He rested his chin on my shoulder and his chest on my back. He liked getting this close to me. I thought it was cute but entirely physically awkward; after all, he was at least 6'0" and I was only 5'9".
"You want cheesecake now or a tour of the house?" he kissed my left cheek. Maybe it was the wine that made my cheeks red.
"Lead the way tour guide." I gestured a direction and he grabbed my empty hand. We walked to the kitchen in what was the nicest, cleanest kitchen I've ever seen. Maybe he didn't know how to cook. Either way, the kitchen looks hardly used. He opened a door in the kitchen that led to his backyard. He had a pool! I tried to not let the little kid in me emerge and sipped my wine. He walked me around his backyard and through his flower garden that surrounded his pool. Then suddenly, he pulled into his arms and kissed me on the lips. He pressed him body firmly against mine and squeezed the back of my neck as he pushed his tongue deeper into my throat. We stood there making out like two teenagers sneaking around their parents' house on a school night. Finally, one of us relented (not me).
"I've always wanted to do that." Again, I was pretty sure it was the red wine that made me glow. "Ever since I was little, I've wanted to kiss someone in a garden of flowers." Oh... "made me feel like I was in high school again and was sneaking around." Was he reading my mind?
"Ever since I was little, I wanted to kiss in the pool." What the hell did I just say? "Oh yeah?"
Um... "Yeah. Don't you?" He didn't answer. He led me towards the pool hastily. Eric grabbed my glass and set it next to his. Then he untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it. I felt serious butterflies in my stomach. When he lifted his shirt, I peeked under; the sight almost made me cream my pants. My eyes were trailing his pecs and abs. Eric had some very well-placed body hair. His hair-covered chest had a trail that led down to a dark line on his abs. Eric didn't have a well-defined six-pack or anything. But he had abs. I attempted to touch them and he pushed my hand away.
"Where's yours mister?" he ripped his belt off and placed it next to his shirt. Then he practically jumped out of his pants and grinned deviously. He was in his boxers and I was still clothed. I gestured what appeared to be me sipping wine only to realize there wasn't a glass in my hand. Eric must've thought I was motioning for something else. His hand found their way to my top button and within seconds, I was in my white T. He got in closer and lifted in over my head. I took this opportunity to feel his chest hair. Albeit I only got a miniscule touch, at least I got one. He quickly unbuckled my belt and knelt down to pull my pants off. There I was, in my underwear as he was kneeling in front of me. This view was fantastic. He smiled at me, probably because I wore my whites. I stood in front of him half-naked. I couldn't even remember the last time I stood in front of anyone half-naked. I flinched as Eric' hands grabbed my waist. I was expecting him to pull my underwear down. Instead, he lifted me up and tossed me in the pool. Underneath the water, I drank a big gulp and saw a shadow flew into the water. Then, I felt a similar feeling as Eric found my waist again and lifted me out of the water. He pushed me towards the edge of the water and leaned in aggressively. I closed my eyes and felt a pair of lips on mine. Then it was gone. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning, "Got your wish!" He dove in the water and swam towards the deep end. I swam towards him and we spent a few minutes chasing and splashing each other. Eventually, I found myself in his arms. This time he closed his eyes. I did not hesitate and attacked his lips with mine. He smiled as we initiated this intense lip-lock. I forwent all courtesy and protruded my tongue within his mouth. I wanted this and apparently, so did he. I did not pull away from him. I wanted to stay in his arms and continue making out like high school kids. He had other ideas. He swam and pushed me slowly towards the pool's edge all the while maintaining his lips on mine. I felt the edge on my back and Eric on my front. His hands caressed my hair and our tongues dueled. My hands touched Eric everywhere, except a very important place. I was pretty scared to do so. He flinched multiple times when I would caress my hands around his neck and his ear lobes. I found his spots. I moaned several times when my obvious hard-on rubbed his. Several times, Eric's penis jabbed my hips and crotch and all of those times, I kissed him harder and more intense. There really were no thoughts in my head at that point. I relinquished all higher thinking and just focused on him. I wanted him and now I have him. And it was just wonderful. Suddenly, he withdrew his lips. What the hell?
"Ha ha, wow. Baby, you need to slow down." Huh? I guess I was too aggressive. "Oh. Are we moving too quickly?"
He laughed, "No. We're not moving too quickly. You're moving too fast." My eyebrows furled. "I meant you need to slow down with that hand there or I'm going to cum." He nodded towards what was happening underneath the water. Apparently, my hand had found its way to Eric's penis and was furiously jacking it. I didn't even realize that I had protruded through his boxers and was greedily jerking him off. But, even with him telling me, it didn't stop me from loosening my grip on Eric's penis. I didn't want to. After all, it was nice. I felt right holding it. It felt right in my hand. Obviously, he thought so too, otherwise he wouldn't have about to cum.
"I would never have pegged you to be this aggressive." He pecked me on the lips. I bit him,
"Well, neither did I. I guess you just bring it out in people." He chuckled and pulled away. His penis slipped out of my hand. Having noticed my reflexive disappointment, he immediately swam back towards me and kissed me. "Don't pout." I wasn't pouting. At least, I wasn't consciously aware I was pouting. He hugged me, "Aw, don't pout. That face makes me cave. It's bad enough when my seven year-old does it, now you?" I didn't care if how he felt right now. If being like a seven year-old would get me what I wanted, consider it done. And right now, I wanted Eric!
My eyes caught his boxers floating out of the water towards one of the filters. The sight caused me to giggle uncontrollably. In fact, just the situation itself forced me into a fluttering hysterical laughter. Eric must've seen what I saw and quickly grabbed my hips and pushed me towards the pool steps. He eyed my obvious bulge through my soaked underwear. Eric leaned in and rested his head on my thigh.
"This is really nice." His sopping wet head curled on my leg. I stroke his hair and caressed his face. "You know Troy, this alone is nice."
"What is this?"
"Well, just spending time with you." He lay back and rested his back on my body; I could see his penis floating on the water. "It's not about sex you know." He looked back at me. I observed all of those expressions on his face and I could tell he was sincere.
"What is it about then?" He resumed his resting posture and cuddled his head within my lap, "It's been very lonely for me all of these years. I felt, you know, just felt lonely." I understood how he felt. For a while, I felt the same. "It's just nice to be close to somebody; somebody whom I like and hopefully enjoyed my company." I waded the water around his chest and scattered the hair. I leaned down and found his lips. Kissing someone upside-down was definitely awkward but it wasn't by any means unappealing. Eric broke the kiss and stood up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the water. I immediately leaned in and attempted another kiss. He obliged, but it faded quickly. "Let's go take a shower."
We ran quickly through Eric's house and into a shower. Several times I almost tripped from the wet floor left by Eric's and my soaked body. We walked into the shower and immediately I found myself slammed against the wall. A soak of constant water flowed down my face obscuring my sight. Then Eric's lips caressed mine and his body exerting its dominance over mine. He ran his hands through my hair and up and down my sides. As soon as Eric's lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I had forgotten all about the flow of time at this point. All I felt was his tender lips, the rough hands caressing every part of my posterior, and an intense duels initiated by our erect penises. Also, not only had I forgotten time, I had also forgotten to breath. But I didn't care. I intended to suffocate Eric with my kiss. I failed. He produced a washrag and proceeded to soap it up. Slowly, he gestured for me to come out from under the water and washed my front. Then, I spun and he washed my back; all of my back. I turned around found Eric on his knees motioning for me to put on leg on his. I haven't had someone washed me since I was five years old; this was weird for me. Eric continued to cleanse my body not factoring in anything in his surroundings, namely me. I decided that I've had enough and wrapped my arms around him once again. Eric wasn't dumb, he definitely got the hint. However, he didn't go through with any of my intentions. He obliged to my advances but at the same time, quickly diminished any pleasurable factor I drew from them. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves. My persistent `Eriction' tempted me to advance and perform things I never thought I was capable. About 120% of me wanted to reach out and molest whatever part of his body that was exposed. All that prevented me from assaulting this nude man in front of me was... well, him. Eric disappeared from the bathroom as I finished toweling. With him gone, I was finally able to restraint my Eriction just as he reappeared, partially clothed; he had on his pajama bottoms.
"I think you'd fit my clothes." He handed me a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt.
"Do you have any underwear Eric?"
"Um, I didn't think about that. Just go commando." He said with a devious smile. I didn't press the matter. The fewer clothes I have on the easier it would be for him to get me completely naked. "Come on, let's go downstairs." I followed his lead through the house. I never did notice how nice it was when we ran through the halls soaked. Having noticed the master bedroom as we walked past it, I peeked in. Then a dog peeked out at me. Immediately, I jumped and grasped onto Eric as the dog quickly advanced towards me.
"Ha ha, down boy."
"Which one?! Me or the dog?!!" I was really afraid of this husky. However, Eric just held my hand and led me away from the dog and downstairs.
"That's Butters, he's really nice. He just gets excited around cute Asian guys."
"Butters? Do you name all of your pets after dairy products?" Obviously, I was blushing from his comment and wanted to avoid it.
He chuckled, "As a matter of fact, yes." Sometimes I wonder who was more vague: Eric or Cam. Wait, Cam. No, that wasn't an answer. I felt fear and anxiety about how Cam would react if he knew that I was here with Eric. I wished I didn't feel so guilty. On the other hand, how would Eric react if he knew about Cam? I was sure I wasn't capable of lying or perpetuating some sort of façade with dating two men at the same time. Not that I would want to. But...
"One slice or two?" Eric waved the plate at me.
"Just one for now."
"Okay. Get the two wine glasses in the cabinet behind you. You want red or white baby?"
Why was everyone calling me baby today? "Red is fine, I'll get it!"
We sat down on the sofa and enjoyed the dessert. I couldn't exactly sit next to Eric thanks to a husky that wedged itself right between us. Eric shooed Butters away and pushed himself closer to me. We ate in silence except for the a few yums and oohs. After we were done Eric set the plates aside and pulled me into his body. I lay on him as we sat there, with no words exchanged. He sipped his wine and rubbed my chest. This was really comfortable.
"Why did you cry when I asked you to go out with me?"
I felt that fear again. I paused for what felt like an eternity for me before answering, "I was afraid that you might hurt me."
He fell silent momentarily. Then I felt his body shifted, "Why?"
His question stirred vulnerability inside of me again. As irrational as it sounded, what if telling him the truth could make things worse. I couldn't think of any reasons why it would make things worse. I hope it wouldn't. "Well, um... when I was young, I was bullied by a guy named Eric. It was pretty traumatic for me. Anyways, you reminded me of him. That's all."
Eric tilted my head and kissed me. Immediately, I forgot everything we talked about. He released the lip-lock to find me stammering in gibberish. His gentle eyes gazed at me, "I promise whatever bad things that that Eric did, I could make them all better." He flipped me off his body and dominated over me. I felt his lips and his body pressed onto mine and freed any objection or fear I had. Laying there making out with Eric was worth everything I've endured. He was right. This was definitely better!
He lay on top of me for what seemed to be a blissful millennium. Our tongues dueled and our lips ensnared each other's. My hands moved lower and lower and found their way underneath his pajama pants. He didn't seem to mind. I felt this was the appropriate time. It was bad enough that I've been left sexually frustrated for over a week. Now that there was this hot man on top of me, why wouldn't I take advantage of the situation? Regardless, Eric probably wanted it just as much as I did. And he can have it. He broke our kiss and gasped for air.
He spoke irregularly through his heavy yearning for oxygen, "Troy that was... that was great." Then why the hell did you stop?
"Listen, why don't we head to bed?" And FUCK! "And slow things down a bit." Okay, that wasn't what I had in mind at all. Eric was probably about to blow his load; I know I was. I mustered a whispered and he helped me off the couch. We went upstairs and I jumped straight into his bed. He just smiled. I wasn't wearing much and hastily undressed. Eric on the other hand, was not as impatient as I was. He crawled into bed and proceeded to kiss me. My hands aimed straight for his genitals. The touch immediately caused him to flinch. He withdrew his lips and caressed my hair.
"Baby," there that was again, "I really enjoyed spending time with you." That was good to know.
"I did too."
"But... I want to take things a bit slower." What?! "It's not that I don't want to have sex with you. I do." Then take off your pants and fuck me. "But I want don't want to jump into that first."
"Oh, well, we don't have to do anything if you don't feel right." Why did I say that? For once Troy!! Be selfish!
"It's like I said earlier. It's not about sex. I really want your company. And I..." I stopped him immediately. At this point, I decided that it wasn't worth it to push for this idea. As much as I wanted to have sex with him, I also enjoyed his company. Besides, I was pretty sure that eventually we would have sex. I've waited twenty plus years, I didn't mind waiting a bit longer.
"I completely understand. Let's just enjoy each other's company. And when you feel ready, we can do more." I have this speech down pat since I gave it before not too long ago. Why in the world did I find two gay men with the least interest in sex? Well, at one of them at the moment anyways. But it was okay. I was not about to completely disregard a guy because his main priority wasn't sex. It wasn't like I was completely callous and superficial. I just hated having to give this stupid understanding speech again. Eric however, afflicted by my emotional understandings, proceeded to snuggle me and tousled my hair. He smelled nice.
We lay there and stopped talking for a while. The entire time we lay side-by-side caressing each other and exchanging Eskimo kisses. Once in a while, someone's lips (mine) accidentally wandered over to another's just to check for their presence. Other times, someone's hands (mine) would inadvertently molest another's butt cheeks and genitalia. Again, that was merely for confirmation purposes. Slowly, I advanced closer and closer to him until our chests met. Way I figured it, we might not have sex yet but I sure could try. I could hear moans and long drawn out breaths as I slowly attempted to achieve my prior goals. Suddenly, I felt fur wedge between us. Then a wet tongue across my face and a husky plopped itself between us.
"Sorry baby." Eric picked up the dog and threw it out of his room. He came back to bed and got closer to me once again. "He's a bit jealous. Usually, he's the only male in bed with me."
I didn't respond. The moment Eric lay back down I got on top of him. I laid my lips deep into his neck, sating on the fragrance and taste. I heard his moaning once again. This was my cue to initiate my lustful desires. I traced my tongue slowly and delicately from his neck to his nipples. On my route there, I basked in the texture of his body hair, letting my face be massaged. Once I found his nipple, I bit on it with fierce determination, having desired to illicit a response from him. I got my wish. He gasped and adjusted his hips to the initial pain. I waited for him to settle down before I restarted my blatant come-on. My tongue flickered, bathed, and suckled his erect nipples. I alternated my tongue and fingers between each one, often made him moan and flinch. At this point, I wanted Eric to just lie there. I wanted to take advantage of his body. I wanted to take my years of pent up sexual frustration out on him. And he was not going to stop me. I slowly ventured my hands to his pajamas and slid them off with one quick motion. No protest. I released my suction on his nipples, with immediate reluctance that was met with complaint, and trailed my tongue down to his penis. Finally, there it was, hard and erect in front of my face. Eric had a great penis (in my eyes at least). I haven't seen many penises in person but this one was definitely tops. It stood there in front of me, enticing my lips. It curved a bit to the left and upward. There was a wicked vein snaking along its side. Whatever remnant of his foreskin was soaked heavily with precum. The clear viscous liquid tempted to me judge its taste. In the process, I accidentally swallowed the head of his penis and cause Eric's body to shudder. I got overly ambitious and took his entire length down my throat. Unsuccessfully, attributable to my completely lack of experience and overambitious nature, I choked and gagged. I let off his spit and mucus soaked penis and stared at it with my watered eyes. Eric was completely oblivious to my reflexes and put his hand on the back of my head. Slowly but firmly, he urged me again to try out the taste of his dick. This time, I had assistance. Once again, I enveloped his entire shaft down my throat. The choking didn't let up. But the sensation was much better. I got a nose-full of pubic hair and the scent nearly made me cream. Slowly I began to bob up and down on his shaft. I thought about what the guys did in the pornos and tried my best to emulate their actions. Whatever happened to taking things slowly Eric? Hungrily, I engulfed his penis in my mouth and savor every sensation possible at that point. Now I know why guys like to suck dick. The taste of man and musk drove me insane. The hard and rigid veins lay on my tongue and deviously enticed me to further my oral fixations. I sucked and sucked; savoring every drop of precum Eric produced. I didn't care if my jaw was aching or I started to gag or the tears rolling down my eyes blurred my vision. I only cared about satisfying my needs on his penis. Slowly, Eric's moans subsided and instead, replaced by low, guttural groans. He started thrusting his hips and lodging his penis deeper into my throat. His breath became erratic and short. He gasped for air and grabbed the back of my head. With one swift motion, he simultaneously lanced his hips upward and pressed my head down on his shaft. I felt spurts going down my throat. I gagged and choked while Eric loudly orgasmed. He suffocated on the air and sputtered everywhere. I staved off his penis and took numerous deep breaths in order to regain my consciousness. I didn't spill a drop.
I sat up and looked down at the beautiful man lying in front of me. He was breathless and weak. His arms flayed out and his leg spread. I ran my hands up and down his sweat covered thighs, casually petted his exposed, bright red penis. I barely touched the head and Eric jumped, almost writhed in excruciating pain. He immediately withdrew his penis from my touch. After he recovered, he lay there and stared at me; whether this was the look of satisfaction or shame I didn't care. I got what I wanted. For several days I've been sexually frustrated. Not only have I lost concentration and logical thoughts over not being able to have sex with Cam, I've been completely pissed off at everybody for it. And now, I have a beautiful, sexy, and downright vulnerable man in front of me; I did what I deserved. A few hours ago I was fine with taking things slow. Guess what? People change.
"Wow. That was... I don't know what to say." Eric stuttered. "That was... just... really intense."
I lay my naked body on his and leaned closer to his lips. Every drop of his sweat seeped into my body and I hungrily absorbed it. I didn't want him to talk right now. "Shh. Let's just lay here." My lips met his and we got lost in time once again. I didn't remember anything else that happened with Eric. I recalled him telling me so much for taking things slow. But I corrected him. I let him know that as far as taking things fast, that would be it. We won't go further than that until he was ready. I wished he understood my intentions. I drifted off to sleep and dreamt in his arms. I was happy.
If there was ever a noise in this world that I hated it was that of a ringing phone when I was cuddling with a guy. Eric had held me the majority of the night. He spooned me and nested his face within the back of my neck. Once in a while, his breathe felt like a nice breeze across my neck and my nerves exhilarated from the sensation. I placed the phone next to my ear and met Jesse's voice. Eric was still sleeping deeply.
"Troy!!! Where the hell are you? Are we not having brunch today?"
Damn it. I had completely forgotten about our Saturday rituals. "Hey Jesse. Sorry but I will have to rain check for today." I whispered as not to wake Eric.
"You're in someone's bed aren't you?" How the hell did he know?!
"What are you talking about?"
"Man, you moved fast. I never thought you'd sleep with Cam that quickly."
Then, a voice sent chills down my spine. A shivering cold that I thought froze me from ever moving.
"Cam? Who is Cam?"
Shit!
To be continued...
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