by GA Hauser
Donald hooked his fiancée’s elbow, obviously wanting no part of what was coming. “See ya, Connor, Kyle.”
“Bye, Don.” Connor watched them enter the frat house.
“Hey, Kyle. Are you here at the party alone?” Vicky wrapped her arm around Kyle’s waist.
“No. I’m with him.” Kyle pointed at Connor, nudging Vicky’s hold off.
Oh crap. Connor knew this didn’t look good. He stepped right in front of Kyle to shut him up. “Maybe I should take you home.”
“Good, I was hoping to get lucky.” Kyle gave Connor a sly grin.
Hannah said, “Maybe you’ll have better luck than I did.”
Connor turned on her in rage. “You watch your mouth, Hannah. I’d be very careful if I were you.”
She laughed. “Why? It was your problem you couldn’t get it up, not mine.”
Connor felt his face burn in humiliation. There were too many witnesses to this conversation. Under his breath he warned, “I never hit a girl before, but there’s always a first time.”
“That’s one method of proving you’re a man, isn’t it? You flunked the other.”
No way was Connor going to win this battle with his ego intact. “Let’s go, Kyle.” Connor nodded to him.
Kyle swayed and blinked his eyes slowly.
“Christ, Kyle. How much did you drink? It was only five frickin’ minutes that I was away from you.” Connor escorted Kyle to the car.
“I want my dick sucked.” Kyle gripped Connor tighter around the waist.
“Jesus.” Connor made it to the car and leaned Kyle against the fender, reaching into Kyle’s front pocket for the key. “I’m driving, you idiot. How could you get this drunk on beer?”
“I did tequila shooters, or something like that. I want my dick sucked.” Kyle pushed his pelvis out to emphasize it as Connor’s hand rooted around inside his pocket. “Touch me. Come on, Connor.”
After he took the keys out of Kyle’s pocket, Connor mumbled, “Get in the car.” Connor opened the passenger’s side door and helped Kyle drop into the seat.
“Did you hear me?” Kyle asked when Connor was behind the wheel with the key in the ignition.
“Yeah, I heard you.” Connor struggled to pull out of the tight parallel parking space in a strange car.
“Will you suck it?”
Connor raised a wary eyebrow to Kyle. “I never knew you’d be so horny when you were drunk.” Connor finally got them headed to their apartment after inching up and back a few times to get free from two tight bumpers.
“Will ya? Will you suck my dick?” Kyle asked excitedly, then moaned and rubbed his face.
“Unreal, Kyle. I can’t believe you’re asking me this when you’re complete toast. Great timing, buddy.” Connor kept peering at Kyle as he drove, making sure he was okay. “If you have to puke, tell me.”
“No. Not yet anyway.” Kyle slouched, legs splayed out. “Sorry, Connor.”
“Don’t worry about it.” After a fifteen minute drive, Connor parked at their apartment building and paused before he got out. “Hey.”
With an effort Kyle turned to face him, his eyelids appearing heavy.
“When you’re sober, ask me again.”
“What?” Kyle inhaled sharply.
“You heard me.” Connor opened the car door, walking around to help Kyle.
When Kyle was standing, Connor held onto him and escorted him to their lobby door.
“Did you say what I think you said?”
“Yeah. See if you remember it in the morning.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Connor smiled.
“For real?” Kyle asked.
Connor winked at him.
Finally managing to get his friend inside their tiny two-bedroom abode, Connor turned on a light and tossed Kyle’s keys on the table.
“I need to be sick now.”
“Shit. I figured this was coming.” Connor grabbed Kyle and raced with him to the toilet.
Once Kyle was on his knees before the porcelain throne, he threw up the contents of his stomach. Connor knelt next to Kyle and stroked his back softly until he was through. “You dork. Don’t you know never to drink the stupid concoctions at a frat party?” Connor flushed the toilet as Kyle recuperated.
Kyle sat back on his heels and squinted over at Connor, looking like hell. “Remind me never to drink this much again.”
“No problem.” Connor pushed Kyle’s hair back from his face, feeling his sweat. “Why don’t you rinse out your mouth at the sink?”
Kyle stared at him and sighed. “I love you.”
Connor smiled softly. “I love you too. Now let’s get you to bed.” He helped Kyle stand. Once he had the water running in the sink, Kyle leaned down and gulped it, spitting it out again.
“You want toothpaste?”
“No.” Kyle cringed and leaned back as if the idea revolted him.
“Okay.” Connor brought him to his bed.
Like a cannonball, Kyle landed on it heavily. “I feel like shit.”
“You look like shit too.” Connor took Kyle’s tennis shoes and t-shirt off.
While Kyle peered down at him, Connor opened Kyle’s top button of his jeans, then his zipper. Once Connor slid his pants down, he nudged Kyle. “Get some rest.”
Kyle groaned as Connor lifted the sheet over him. “Connor, wait.”
Connor paused.
“What you said. About me asking about a blowjob.”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, Kyle.”
“Connor…” Kyle bit his lip, then said, “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“No problem. Goodnight, Kyle.”
“Goodnight, Connor.”
Connor shut off Kyle’s light and returned to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Exhausted, he stripped for bed. As he lay in the darkened room, listening to the sounds in the units around him, he thought about Kyle and beginning a sexual relationship with him. Was he insane? He knew what he wanted but was petrified of taking it. “Enough denial. You are going to do this.”
The weariness catching up to him, Connor closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter 9
The morning hit hard and Kyle rubbed his aching head. His mouth tasted like a sewer. He tried to maneuver himself upright, then sat still, pretending he wasn’t dying. He managed to get to his feet and felt his way to the bathroom, shielding his eyes. He urinated and washed his face, brushed his teeth, and gargled with mouthwash, then looked for his roommate.
He found Connor awake, his hands propped behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
“Hey.”
Connor turned to look at him and smiled sadly. “You look awful.”
“Well, it matches the way my head feels.” He sat on Connor’s bed and groaned.
“Don’t drink that much next time.”
“Oh, don’t worry. That was the first and last time.” He flopped back across Connor’s body and moaned pathetically.
“Poor baby.” Connor stroked Kyle’s hair softly as Kyle’s head rested on his lap.
Kyle closed his eyes and concentrated on Connor’s hand in his hair. “I didn’t forget what you said last night.” Kyle paused, loving Connor’s caress. “Were you hoping I would?”
“No.” Connor ran his index finger down Kyle’s sideburn, then combed his fingers through his hair again.
Kyle rolled over to see his face. Connor let his hand rest by his side. “I’m very attracted to you, Connor.”
“Likewise.”
Kyle made himself more comfortable on Connor’s lap, loving the solid thighs under him. He studied Connor’s jaw with its incredibly dark shadow of a night’s growth. “What should we do? Should we try it out?”
“I want to. Believe me.” Connor cupped Kyle’s cheek.
Kyle wanted Connor so badly he ached. They gazed at one another in silence. Kyle refused to release the hold of Connor’s crystal blue eyes. He gently removed Connor’s hand and turned it ove
r, kissing his palm.
With his free hand Connor dug through Kyle’s hair again. “You’re a real good friend, Kyle. I mean that. But…can we do this? I mean, go gay?”
“How do I know? I can’t answer for you. I’ve known I was gay since I was seven.”
“Me too.” Connor smiled sadly, averting Kyle’s gaze.
“You think it’s fate? The way we met and get along?”
Connor kept petting him gently. “I’ve never had a friend like you before. I feel I can tell you anything, and you’ll listen without criticizing me. That you’ll defend me, and even protect me if I need it, that you give me confidence when I have none.”
Kyle whispered, “That’s what a lover is supposed to do. Isn’t it?” Kyle waited for some kind of response. When Connor nodded slightly, Kyle added, “Do I turn you on?”
“Hell yeah. Like crazy.” Connor stroked his way down Kyle’s neck. “I don’t want to sound like an idiot, Kyle, but even now, just laying here like this. I mean, if anyone knew we did this, they’d kill us for being queer. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I mean, it feels natural to touch you. Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No. I don’t mind you touching me, Connor. On the contrary.”
“I’ve never felt this comfortable with a girl. I always feel like I have to pretend I’m in control and play the leader. But I can be myself with you. You let me.” Connor’s expression darkened. “I know my family would freak if they knew. That’s why I keep trying to go with a woman. But in my heart I know it’s useless.”
Kyle wanted him. He never wanted anyone else in his life like he wanted this man. “Connor…we can keep it quiet. No one has to know.”
“If our teammates or my dad finds out, Kyle,” Connor hissed an anxious breath through his teeth, “I’m dead.”
“I know. I hear how the guys are on the team. That check you got to the groin, the crap they give Donald Mulhouse? You think I don’t know?”
“They’d beat the crap out of us. And I’m talking on and off the field, Kyle. They already kick my ass during practice and scrimmages. Do you have any idea the amount of illegal checking I get? I’m a mass of bruises.” Connor met his eyes once more.
“Yes. I know.” Kyle shifted his weight so he was beside Connor instead of on his lap. “So? Are we too intimidated to do this? Or what?”
“I want you.” Connor’s eyes filled with tears.
When Kyle noticed them, he didn’t realize how upset it made him. He sat up immediately and took Connor to his chest, rubbing Connor’s back. He dug his hands through Connor’s hair, rocking him. Kyle felt a catch in his throat. “You have me.”
Connor sat back and pecked Kyle’s lips. “I do need to take a piss and brush my teeth first though.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Kyle released their embrace.
“Good.” Connor smiled at him, then headed to the bathroom.
Kyle was surprised Connor wasn’t naked. He was wearing a pair of blue briefs. Once Connor had left the room, Kyle peeked down at his own briefs. His hard-on was tenting the fabric and a small damp stain was visible. “Damn.” He heard the water running in the sink and felt his heart beating faster at the idea that he and Connor Worthington were about to have sex, or do something sexy anyway.
Kyle had touched other boys. He had no idea the extent of Connor’s experience, other than the comment about a cheerleader and a couple of BJ’s. Was it a lie? He was about to find out.
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Connor spat the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed his mouth, then he tried to tame his hair with his brush. As he caught his eyes in the mirror, he paused. Are you going to do this?
After a quick peek at his crotch, seeing his cock’s erect outline under his briefs, he inhaled for bravery. “Yes. Goddamn it. Yes.”
He tossed the hairbrush on the sink, stood tall, and shut off the light as he exited the bathroom. Pushing aside the clacking beads, he marched back to his bedroom and a waiting Kyle. When he stood in the doorway, he caught Kyle removing his hand from his underwear as if he’d been spotted doing something illegal. The blush on Kyle’s cheeks was deep crimson.
Boldly, Connor dug his thumbs into his own waistband and yanked his briefs down. The moment he did, his cock sprung upright, whacking his abdomen.
“Connor…” Kyle squirmed out of his, throwing them on the floor.
Connor tried not to let this carnal act of pleasure kill him. Years of constantly desiring the touch of another man, being turned off by every female contact, jacking off to photos of male models in the International Jock catalogue…enough was enough. He had to do this. He was twenty. Time to make love to a guy and become a man.
He took one step closer and felt terrified. “Help me.” When he said it, Connor couldn’t believe he verbalized his fear.
Like a jackrabbit, Kyle sprang off the bed and hugged Connor. “Calm down. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Once a strong tremor passed over Connor, he replied, “I want to do everything. I’m just scared someone will find out.”
“Not from me they won’t.” Kyle tightened his hold.
Just the contact of their skin from their chests to their thighs made Connor delirious. He wrapped his arms around Kyle’s back and rested his head on Kyle’s shoulder. “You smell so good.”
Kyle chuckled softly. “I’m surprised you’re saying that after what I went through last night. I was even going to offer to shower.”
Connor sniffed Kyle’s neck. “No. Don’t.”
“Let’s lay back down. Okay?”
“Yes.” Connor allowed Kyle to escort him and was grateful Kyle was being so patient.
Side by side again on top of the bedding, Connor was able to relax and slow down his anxious pulse.
Kyle stroked Connor’s long hair, pushing it behind his shoulder. “What do you want to do?”
Connor bit his lip. “I’ve never made love to a man before.” It was his turn to feel the blush rise to his cheeks. “I sound like such an idiot.”
“Why? Just because you were afraid? Do you think you were the only one who felt that way the first time?”
Connor swallowed down a dry throat. “Have you touched a guy?”
“Yes.” Kyle waited, as if he expected some rebuking, which was absurd.
“You…you have?” Connor instantly felt jealous of all the other males who had contact with Kyle. “What have you done with them?”
After a shrug, Kyle replied, “Some kissing. Some jacking off.”
“Wow.” Connor was afraid to tell Kyle he’d had his dick sucked by a male, not female, tutor and a stranger in a public bathroom. It was so long ago, Connor could barely remember either act with any detail.
“I’ve never had oral or anal sex with a guy.”
That thought brightened Connor’s mood. “I’d be your first?”
“Yes.”
His jealousy vanished instantly. “I want Kyle Baker’s cherry.”
Kyle laughed shyly.
In the pause that followed, Connor took a moment to inspect Kyle’s body from head to toe. He had admired it from afar since they met on the lacrosse field and from close up in the locker room. But never this close. Close enough, and with permission, to touch. Connor raised his hand, tentatively hovering over Kyle’s abdomen and chest.
Kyle took Connor’s hand and placed it on his body for him. “Go on. Check me out.”
“Shit.” Connor squirmed and his cock bobbed at the warmth of Kyle’s skin under his palm.
As Kyle stretched out on the bed, making himself comfortable, Connor began his journey. First he smoothed his hand over Kyle’s chest, feeling the nub of an erect nipple. At the sound of the tiny hiss of air Kyle breathed in excitement, Connor felt his dick going hard as stone between his legs. “Everything I’m doing is making me crazy.”
“Good.” Kyle urged his hand lower. “Keep going.”
Connor ran his palm down the rippled muscles of Kyle’s abdomen. Once h
e passed Kyle’s belly button, he bumped into the head of Kyle’s engorged cock. The slit was seeping clear liquid which stuck to Connor’s knuckles. Connor brought it to his mouth and tasted it.
Kyle said nothing, as if allowing Connor to go at his own pace.
Connor ran his thumb over Kyle’s slit and again sucked the pre-cum off his finger. After glancing at Kyle’s expression, for reassurance that what he was doing was okay, Connor brought his focus back to Kyle’s cock. They nearly matched in length, though Kyle’s curved slightly while Connor’s dick was straight. Their pubic hair was the same color, but Connor’s bush was thicker and he had more hair on his lower abdomen than Kyle did. Connor thought it made sense, since his beard growth was coarser than Kyle’s.
While he bit his lip at his excitement, Connor caressed Kyle’s sack where it rested between his thighs.
“Fuck yeah.” Kyle spread his legs. “Connor, your touch is unbelievable.”
“I feel like such a novice. It’s weird being twenty and not having any experience.” Connor cupped his hand around Kyle’s balls and watched Kyle’s cock react, throbbing and turning a darker shade of red.
“Just go for it. There isn’t anything you can do that I won’t like.”
Connor met Kyle’s brown eyes and smiled mischievously into them. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Kyle returned Connor’s impish grin.
Instantly Connor sat upright for a better angle. With his left hand he toyed with Kyle’s tightening sack, and with his right, he wrapped his fingers around Kyle’s dick.
“Oh yes,” Kyle moaned, raising his hips.
“Nice?” Connor admired Kyle’s body during the hand-job. “You going to spurt?”
After Kyle showed his teeth in a grimace, he replied, “Unless you want me to hold back.”
“Hang on.” Connor slid lower on the bed, stopping his hand movement. The sound of Kyle’s panting breath filled the four bare walls of the bedroom.
Connor held Kyle’s cock upright and licked the tip.
“Oh, holy fuck.” Kyle arched his back and his fingers tightened on the bedding below.
“Is it really your first blowjob?”
“Yes,” Kyle groaned. “You better be ready when I shoot spunk. ‘Cause I’m not going to last with you licking me.”
