school kid.”
“I knew.”
“Well, I didn’t allow myself a chance to consider that sex with girls wasn’t as great as all my friends claimed it to be. I remember having sex with this girl once, and she seemed pretty into it, but I was the one shoving my legs back in my jeans wondering what the hell all the fuss was about. It was fine, okay even, but nothing special.”
He paused and reclaimed his seat in the chair, gesturing for me to do the same. Once I was sitting, he pulled the chair close so the arms touched. Peter gave me a slightly lecherous grin before he resumed his story.
“Summer in between high school and college, I went to a training camp for football. I played quarterback at UG for two years. I didn’t actually play much, but… whatever. Anyway, a few of us were invited to a frat party by some of the older guys and… well, it was wild. I’d never seen some of the stuff they had at that party. I decided to stick to beer and just observe. Some nice older boy was of a like mind, and we spent the night talking. And then, I swear I can never figure out how we got there, but… next thing I knew we were in a bedroom making out. We didn’t have sex that night, but eventually we did. I knew from the moment I first kissed a guy that I might need to reevaluate my sexuality. It turned me on a hell of a lot more to kiss him than it did to actually have sex with a girl.”
He laughed humorlessly at his young self, shaking his head as he picked up his drink.
“It wasn’t a done deal then either. I still had a couple girlfriends in college too.”
“So you’re bi?”
“No. I guess I just wanted to be sure. Once I was sure, that was that. I’m gay. Period. I like men. How about you?”
“Me too.” My voice was reverent and low. We both laughed. “Now what?”
“I don’t know, Jay. Look, the truth is… I asked you here because I want you to know why I’ve been….”
“A jerk?” I supplied. He gave me a withering glance, but didn’t deny it.
“I can’t do anything about this….” Again, he pointed between the two of us. “But I didn’t want you to go on thinking I was being unfair, judgmental, or whatever else you accused me of being. Usually I don’t give a shit what people think, but I hated for you to think of all things, that I was homophobic.”
“So, what do we do now? Be friends?”
“I’d like that.”
Damn! I was afraid he’d say that. I was aware of voices in the club just beyond the beaded entrance to our alcove hideaway. Jazz had been replaced with club music, turned up in preparation for the dance crowd that would be climbing the stairs later. The incessant beat pulsed through my veins, making me a little more reckless than usual.
“I know the answer I think, but tell me… why can’t we do anything about this?” I leaned over the armrest of his chair, inviting him to meet me the rest of the way.
“Why do you think? As much as I’d like nothing better than to get this out of our systems, it would be stupid. It wouldn’t end well. It never does anyway, but….” His tone was resolved but still a little wistful.
I took my chances and leaned farther over, completely invading his space. His mouth was set, his eyes were hard. I could see him pulling up his defenses. And then he licked his lower lip. I don’t know that he was conscious that he’d done it, but I pounced. I moved in closer still, close enough to feel his warm breath on my lips. With a confidence I wasn’t aware I possessed, I licked a slow line over his bottom lip, retracing where his tongue had just been. I felt him shift before he pulled me from my chair and I found myself perched on his hard thighs. I curled my long legs around his and settled my ass into the crevice between his thighs, wiggling my backside seductively. I could feel the outline of his hardened shaft against my upper thigh. Peter gasped and wrapped his arms around me. His hold was intoxicating. He was big and powerfully
“I knew.”
“Well, I didn’t allow myself a chance to consider that sex with girls wasn’t as great as all my friends claimed it to be. I remember having sex with this girl once, and she seemed pretty into it, but I was the one shoving my legs back in my jeans wondering what the hell all the fuss was about. It was fine, okay even, but nothing special.”
He paused and reclaimed his seat in the chair, gesturing for me to do the same. Once I was sitting, he pulled the chair close so the arms touched. Peter gave me a slightly lecherous grin before he resumed his story.
“Summer in between high school and college, I went to a training camp for football. I played quarterback at UG for two years. I didn’t actually play much, but… whatever. Anyway, a few of us were invited to a frat party by some of the older guys and… well, it was wild. I’d never seen some of the stuff they had at that party. I decided to stick to beer and just observe. Some nice older boy was of a like mind, and we spent the night talking. And then, I swear I can never figure out how we got there, but… next thing I knew we were in a bedroom making out. We didn’t have sex that night, but eventually we did. I knew from the moment I first kissed a guy that I might need to reevaluate my sexuality. It turned me on a hell of a lot more to kiss him than it did to actually have sex with a girl.”
He laughed humorlessly at his young self, shaking his head as he picked up his drink.
“It wasn’t a done deal then either. I still had a couple girlfriends in college too.”
“So you’re bi?”
“No. I guess I just wanted to be sure. Once I was sure, that was that. I’m gay. Period. I like men. How about you?”
“Me too.” My voice was reverent and low. We both laughed. “Now what?”
“I don’t know, Jay. Look, the truth is… I asked you here because I want you to know why I’ve been….”
“A jerk?” I supplied. He gave me a withering glance, but didn’t deny it.
“I can’t do anything about this….” Again, he pointed between the two of us. “But I didn’t want you to go on thinking I was being unfair, judgmental, or whatever else you accused me of being. Usually I don’t give a shit what people think, but I hated for you to think of all things, that I was homophobic.”
“So, what do we do now? Be friends?”
“I’d like that.”
Damn! I was afraid he’d say that. I was aware of voices in the club just beyond the beaded entrance to our alcove hideaway. Jazz had been replaced with club music, turned up in preparation for the dance crowd that would be climbing the stairs later. The incessant beat pulsed through my veins, making me a little more reckless than usual.
“I know the answer I think, but tell me… why can’t we do anything about this?” I leaned over the armrest of his chair, inviting him to meet me the rest of the way.
“Why do you think? As much as I’d like nothing better than to get this out of our systems, it would be stupid. It wouldn’t end well. It never does anyway, but….” His tone was resolved but still a little wistful.
I took my chances and leaned farther over, completely invading his space. His mouth was set, his eyes were hard. I could see him pulling up his defenses. And then he licked his lower lip. I don’t know that he was conscious that he’d done it, but I pounced. I moved in closer still, close enough to feel his warm breath on my lips. With a confidence I wasn’t aware I possessed, I licked a slow line over his bottom lip, retracing where his tongue had just been. I felt him shift before he pulled me from my chair and I found myself perched on his hard thighs. I curled my long legs around his and settled my ass into the crevice between his thighs, wiggling my backside seductively. I could feel the outline of his hardened shaft against my upper thigh. Peter gasped and wrapped his arms around me. His hold was intoxicating. He was big and powerfully
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