by J. Castle
As far as I knew we were both trying to find girlfriends, but I didn’t see any harm in letting him help me feel good. I wasn’t in a relationship yet.
He moved his hand faster. I was certainly no stranger to masturbation, but it was so much nicer having someone else’s hand on my cock. I tried to imagine it was a girl’s hand. It could have been Maggie’s. She could be sitting next to me in the sauna. I wasn’t really attracted to her though. I was attracted to Ethan. I wanted his hand on my cock. I wanted him to make me come.
I opened my eyes. I wanted to see his body. His member was standing straight up. It was beautiful. It was six inches, not too big and not too small. His tip was a pale pink. I remembered how good he tasted.
I hadn’t come in a week. I was trying to hold back but it wasn’t doing any good. I wanted to last longer, but I could feel it start to rise up my shaft. Jizz shot out my tip and landed on my chest. Ethan pumped his hand again and a weaker stream landed on my stomach.
“Mmm, thank you,” I said as I finished and opened my eyes.
“Any time,” Ethan said with a smile.
I wiped myself off with my towel, put on my board shorts, and walked back into the locker room to shower. Ethan stayed in the sauna a bit longer. He must have finished himself off. I wasn’t sure if Ethan was really trying to find a girlfriend or if he was still into me, but being with him felt right.
Chapter 7
Ethan
I was glad Andy let me touch him in the sauna. It would have been pretty awkward if he shot me down. When he came over before trivia the following week I tried to apologize for crossing a clear boundary we had established. “I know we agreed to just be friends, but I couldn’t help myself in the sauna. I wanted to know how you felt in my hands,” I explained.
He was surprisingly cool about it. “I’ll just consider it payback for the time I went down on you,” he said. We were even.
Andy was still trying to date girls. He would tell me about his latest dating fails at my place every week. Trying to date in a college town sounded awful. I was too busy with school work, exercising, church, and spending time with my friend to actively look for a girlfriend. I wasn’t too upset about it.
The spring semester was rapidly coming to an end. I had decided that I was going to stay in Bowington for the summer and use the time to get ahead on my last year of grad school. Staying in New Hampshire also meant that I was going to get to spend time with Andy.
On a hot Saturday in June, Andy invited me to the coast with his parents and Buddy. I was excited for a beach day and always happy to see his parents who felt like a second family.
Andy and I laid out our towels on the sand near his parents’ beach chairs. The sun was hot. We ran into the water and the waves crashed against our bodies. Andy splashed me as he laughed. He had an infectious smile. Beads of water glistened in the sun on his skin.
When we walked back to our towels his parents had left to walk Buddy down the beach.
“Any luck with the ladies?” Andy asked as he pushed back his wet hair out his face.
“Nope, but I can’t say I’ve been looking too hard. What about with you? Tell me about your latest dating disasters.”
“No luck here. Besides, now that everyone is gone for the summer those dating apps are virtual ghost towns around Bowington.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that,” I said sympathetically.
“Besides,” he started. “Everything I want is right here.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Did he mean the beach?
“Yeah the beach is great.”
“Ha! Yeah, the beach is great,” he laughed. “What I mean is that I don’t think I really need to find a girlfriend. I’ve got my best friend right here.”
He caught me completely off guard. “I thought you were trying to find a girlfriend. I thought you wanted to settle down and have kids,” I said as I turned to look at him.
“I want all of those things,” he said. “What dating has shown me these last few weeks is that it’s hard to find someone you just click with, ya know? You and I get along well. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re incredibly attractive. You check all the boxes. I’ve be an absolute idiot this past year. I had a good thing right in front of me, and I kept trying to run from it all because a part of your body would make my parents upset. I’m sorry. I love you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I needed a few minutes to process it.
“Look, you don’t have to feel the same way,” Andy said before I could say anything.
“No,” I stopped him. “I do feel the same way. I love you, too. I meant it the first time I said it. The first day I met you, when Buddy peed on me, I knew there was something special. I think we have both tried to push those feelings deep down while we tried to do what other people wanted. To be honest, I haven’t been looking for a girlfriend. I mean, I was open to the possibility of a girlfriend, but I’ve wanted you this whole time.”
Andy leaned over and placed a small kiss on my cheek. His soft lips were warm against my face. I had missed them. He moved his towel closer to mine and wrapped his arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder. We both sat there quietly and listed to calls of the seagulls and the cresting of the waves.
My friend suddenly let go of my side and I looked up to see his parents walking back to their chairs with Buddy. I quickly picked my head up. They either didn’t notice how close we were or pretended not to care. They didn’t say anything about it.
“How was the walk,” Andy asked.
“Great!” Jane replied with a big smile.
***
When we got back to Bowington, I invited Andy to come over after he changed out of his beach clothes. I had some burgers and hot dogs to grill for dinner. I also wanted to spend some more time alone with him away from his parents.
I had just finished showering the sand off my body and was about to get dressed in my room when he knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I yelled from the back of the house. “I’m just getting changed I’ll be out in a second!”
Andy walked through the house and I noticed him standing in my doorway as I was pulling up a clean pair of underwear.
“Hey,” he said with a sly smile as he leaned against the door way. “What are you doing that for?”
“Getting dressed?”
“Yeah, getting dressed.”
“Well I’m not going to stand outside and grill naked.”
“That’s a shame,” Andy said as he walked into my room. He stood in front of me and wrapped his arms around my body. I wanted to kiss him on the beach but didn’t want his parents to see. I leaned in and our lips met. This kiss was so much better than our first on trivia night. This kiss had real feelings behind it. I knew where I stood with him and he knew where he stood with me.
The longer we kissed the more excited I became. My cock started to stand up. Andy must have felt it push against his body. “Well it looks like someone is happy,” he said playfully.
“Sorry about that,” I said embarrassed.
“Sorry for what? There’s nothing to be sorry about. You should drop those boxers, though.”
“I’m not going to be the only one without clothes on. It’s only fair if you strip down, too.”
“Whatever you want,” Andy said as he pulled his shirt of and dropped his pants. I slid down my underwear and we both stood naked in front of each other. His eyes moved up and down my body while I studied his. Damn, he was beautiful. I had waited for this moment for a long time.
He pulled my body close to his and I could feel his cock move against my body. He was getting hard. I closed my eyes as our lips locked again.
Andy pulled his mouth away. “There’s one thing we have to sort before this goes any further,” he said. “I’m versatile, but what about you?”
“I don’t really know what you mean.” I felt so dumb and inexperienced.
“Uh, well when two guys, you know, get together, one has to give and the othe
r has to take. I’m versatile. I like to give and take. What do you think you would like?”
I hadn’t put much thought into it to be honest. I just knew that I liked Andy and I was attracted to him. I hadn’t quite figured out in my mind how the parts would all fit together. I had thought a lot about Andy’s cock. I loved stroking it in the sauna.
“Umm,” I started nervously. “I think that I could be versatile too, but tonight I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Sounds perfect,” Andy said as he gently led my backwards and onto the bed.
“But this is my first time,” I reminded him.
“Don’t worry. We’ll go slow. Why don’t we lay down?”
I got onto my bed and he climbed on top of me. We continued to kiss. Our tongues moved back and forth between each other’s mouths. He began to grind his hips and his cock rubbed against mine. They were both leaking clear fluid which let them easily move around each other. Even though I am bigger and stronger than Andy, I was glad he took the lead for my first time. It meant I had to do less thinking.
Andy rolled me onto my stomach and laid on top of me. The pressure of his weight on my body was comforting. He kissed the sides of my neck while he rubbed his member between my cheeks. It was a tease. I wanted to know how he felt inside of me. He pulled his face down the length of my body and his stumble gently scratched my back. “Mmm,” I let out a soft moan.
When he reached my ass his hands each gripped a cheek and he gently pulled them apart.
“Oh man, you are perfect,” he said.
“You really think so?” I as slightly embarrassed. No one had seen that part of me before. I had never thought about showing off that part of me before.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
He lifted my hips and I was propped up on my hands and knees. “There’s a bottle of lube in the nightstand,” I said anticipating what was to come.
He moistened one of his fingers and eased it inside of me. He moved it around a bit before pulling down a little to stretch me. I let out another soft moan.
He slid his finger out and I knew what was next. Andy pushed his cock inside of me. He stopped just after he got the tip in to let my body adjust. I stretched to accept it and the pressure created an overwhelming sense of pleasure. He was gentle and slowly moved his hips back and forth. I could feel every inch of him. I tried to control my breathing, but it was over no use. I let out soft moans between my uneven breaths.
By this point my own member was seeking attention. Every time he pushed deep inside it twitched like it was asking to be played with. I didn’t have to say anything. Andy instinctively knew, and he reached down and grabbed my cock. He moved his hand to the tip and rubbed my own fluids around the head. His hand moved back down my shaft and he began to stroke me in rhythm with his thrusts.
It felt too good. I needed to finish. “Come for me,” Andy whispered. I didn’t need much convincing.
Shortly after I was drained I could feel Andy’s cock throb inside of me and he released his own warm fluid. He pulled out and sprawled out exhausted on the bed next to me. I rolled over onto my back and he slid his arm under my head.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Mmm, perfect,” I replied as I closed my eyes and sank into the bed. “Absolutely perfect.”
Chapter 8
Andy
Ethan agreed to be my boyfriend that night. I was the happiest I had been in a long time. He certainly made me happier that Jacob ever had. We had talked it over and I decided that I wanted to be open about our relationship with my parents. I didn’t want to hide who I really was from them. I didn’t care too much if it had upset them; it wouldn’t have been fair to Ethan to hide our feelings for each other.
My mom asked me to invite him to a cookout on the Saturday before the Fourth of July. This was the perfect opportunity to tell them. “Just so you know,” I said to them. “Ethan and I are more than friends now.” I did it quickly, like pulling off a bandage. Sometimes it’s just better to rip the hairs out and get it over with then drag it out.
“Oh, well then,” my mother said. I knew the news had taken her by surprise. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“You mean you aren’t upset or mad that I might spend the rest of my life with a guy?”
“Andy, you’re my son,” she said in a sweet tone. “You could love an alien with 100 tentacles and I wouldn’t care so long as you’re happy.”
“But don’t you and dad want grandchildren? Don’t you want me to continue the family’s legacy?”
“Sure, we would love grandchildren, but they don’t have to be biological. You could always adopt. In terms of passing on a legacy, that’s your father’s idea, but frankly it’s narrowminded. You will make our family’s legacy greater than the archaic tradition of passing down a bloodline. Our legacy will depend on what you do with your life and what you choose to put out into this world.” These views were surprisingly liberal coming from my mom. This was a side of her I had never seen.
“But what will dad say?” I asked.
“Who cares, Andy. If he really has a problem with it, he can kick rocks... and sleep on the couch.” She walked over towards me and gave me a tight hug. “I love you no matter what.”
“I love you too, mom.”
Ethan accepted the invitation as usual. When he walked into the house my mother gave him a big kiss on the cheek. She had seen Ethan at least a half dozen times before and had never done this. I guess it was her way of welcoming him into the family.
We sat next to each other at the picnic table across from my parents. Ethan placed his hand on my thigh and I held it under the table. I didn’t want to hide the fact that I cared about him, so I lifted his hand in mine on to the top of the table. My dad didn’t say a word.
***
Ethan and I openly dated the following school year. We were practically inseparable. I slept over his house regularly. We enjoyed our privacy from my parents.
His parent came up to Bowington for Ethan’s graduation. They had planned to take him to a fancy dinner to celebrate and Ethan invited me along. It was the first time I met them.
“This is my dad, Bob, and my mom, Kathy. This is Andy,” he introduced us as I got into the back of the car next to him and kissed him on the cheek. We always did that whenever we saw each other. His parents looked surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that Ethan hadn’t told his parents about our relationship.
“Uhh-uhh,” he stuttered. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said to them. They both turned around to look at us in the back seat, the car still parked in my driveway. My heart raced. Ethan grabbed my hand. “Andy and I, are, uh, dating,” he tried to explain. “Andy is my boyfriend.”
Bob turned his head back around to the front of the car and was silent. A big smile grew on Kathy’s face. “Well that’s wonderful!” she said. “I’m sure it was nice to have someone you could be close with up here.”
“So you’re not mad?” he asked her.
“Of course not, Ethan. Whatever makes you happy.” I was surprised that her reaction mirrored that of my mother’s.
Bob pulled out of the drive and drove us to the restaurant. At dinner he was quiet and hardly said anything more than his order. Kathy and Ethan both seemed to just ignore him.
Ethan’s parents left the following day and I don’t know what his father had said about our relationship or his son being gay. I didn’t ask Ethan. I didn’t want to make him talk about a sour subject.
***
Ethan spent the summer after our graduation in Bowington. He used the time to apply for jobs. He got an offer for a position in some senator’s office in Washington D.C. and jumped on it. He needed to move down there in August. We didn’t talk much about what would happen to our relationship other than that we would try to make it work long distance. I had applied for a few jobs as well, but I was looking for work with non-profits. I had a hard time getting interviews, though.
I
helped him pack his truck for his move and I was going to ride down to D.C. with him and planned to take the bus back to Bowington the next day. As we loaded his furniture into the bed of his truck I remembered the first time we met, when Buddy peed on his leg, and how Ethan went chasing after him when I dropped the leash. The past two years with him had been the best two years of my life. Sure, we had our ups and downs to get to where we were, but Ethan and I both figured out who we were together. We fell in love in those two years, as much as we both tried to hide from it.
We drove down to Washington on an early Saturday morning. It took us about eight hours. I had a lot of time to think as I sat next to him in the truck. The longer I sat the more I doubted our plan. Did I really want to be in a long-distance relationship? We were both pretty quiet on that drive. I think we both knew that making it work from so far away was going to be difficult.
We pulled up to his new apartment building and got to work unloading the truck. I didn’t say much to Ethan unless it was related to the furniture we were moving. It was a small studio apartment; that’s all he could afford in the city on his new salary, so it didn’t take too long. We were done by dinner time. We went out for a quick burger and spent the rest of the night watching an 80’s action movie cuddled up next to each other on the couch.
After the movie Ethan and I went to bed. We didn’t fool around. I wasn’t in the mood. A large part of me wanted him to ask me to stay with him, but he didn’t. I was going to have to leave my boyfriend in a different city the next day.
The next morning, we both got dressed and a somber mood fell over the apartment. Ethan had his keys in his hands and was ready to bring me to the bus station. “Ready to go?” he asked.
“I guess,” I said quietly.
“What’s the matter?” he asked as he walked towards me.
“This is why dating in a college town is the worst. Everyone leaves after a few years.”
“Andy, I know this is going to be difficult, but we’ll make it work.”
