What gave Clay the right to ask me if I still loved him? All the years of frustrated longing - all the years of thinking Clay was hetero - all the years of wanting his love - it all came crashing in on me at that moment. I glared at him, pulling my emotions in before I answered, "I'll do what I think is right by you and Ralph. What would be a just restitution for the damage my grandfather did - a hundred thousand - one million?" I realized I was nearly yelling as I slid out of the booth and stood up. "You tell me and I'll pay it. But leave my emotions out of the equation." "You're making a scene, Karl. Sit down and answer my question!" He commanded in a loud whisper, ignoring what I'd just said. I came here intending to do the right thing by him and Ralph, and he was messing with my head… and my heart. Normally I'd be worried about making a scene, but at the moment I simply didn't care. They were just summer tourists anyway; I didn't have to face them in my office. Why was he smiling at me? Shit. He knew my answer and was just playing with me. That pissed me off even more. "Fuck you," I said in a loud stage whisper, and turned to leave. Clay grabbed my arm and pulled me back… damn, he can move fast. "I let you walk away from me once, Karl, but I'm not letting you do it again. So sit down!" He turned to the people at the other tables whose complete attention we now had. "My apologies for disturbing your dinner, folks. Mind your own business and we'll try to keep it quiet." I was glaring my anger at them as they turned back to their dinners, while surreptitiously continuing to glance at us. In a quiet, calm voice, he said to me, "Karl, please sit down and answer my question." I sat down, folded my arms across my chest and glared at him before saying anything. "You tell me why you would want to know before I answer. Ralph obviously loves you. Why can't you leave it at that?" Clay smiled at me. I hadn't seen that particular smile since we were kids, and I hadn't known then what it meant. I was thankful I was sitting down. Even in my righteous anger, that smile and the expression in his eyes turned me into a quivering boneless mess. "I want to know because I've been in love with you all my life," he said. "I thought you'd figured that out back in high school, and that was why you pushed me away. Ralph knows that he and I can only be buddies. He knows I can't give him what belongs to you…and to you alone." Incredulous was an inadequate word for what I was suddenly feeling. How clueless. I don't know how long I stared at him - an eternity - an hour - maybe it was only seconds. I finally found my voice and asked, "Do you really mean that?" "With all my heart, Karl." It took an eon before I was conscious of anything but that loving look in his eyes. When I became aware that we were still in the restaurant I looked around the room. Everyone's eyes were on us. "Let's get out of here and go someplace more private." I started to scoot out of the booth. Clay grabbed my hand. "You're not going anywhere until you answer my question. And stop looking at me like I'm crazy." I studied him for a moment, shook my head, and slid back to the center of the bench. He was leaning forward and I simply couldn't resist the temptation; to hell with our audience. With both hands, I grasped his head and pulled his lips to mine. The room became very quiet, punctuated with a few audible gasps. I didn't care, I'd wanted to do that forever. Apparently, Clay didn't care either; his hand was instantly on the back of my head to keep my lips attached to his. After another eon, we pulled apart and sat back staring at each other. My head was whirling - my heart was furiously pounding - I was breathing like I'd just run a mile in two minutes. I'd never indulged in a fantasy of kissing anyone except Clay, and I'd often dreamed about kissing him, but a real live kiss from the man was way beyond anything I'd ever dared to imagine. There was a spatter of applause when he released my lips and sat back. The man at the nearest table exclaimed, "Would you please answer his question now, so we can eat our dinner." I glanced his way and saw the waiter standing next to his table with a large tray full of food balanced on his shoulder. The enthralled look of yearning on his face was almost comical. I looked back at Clay. I could only see his loving expectation; his eyes alight with happiness. I could hold off no longer. "I've always loved you, Clay, and I always will," I said, to another spatter of applause. Clay stretched across the table and kissed me again, then sat back with a happy grin. The man cleared his throat loudly and tugged on the waiter's sleeve. The waiter suddenly became animated as he fought to balance the tray. With a red face, he managed to set the tray on a stand next to the table and managed to move the plates of food to the table while still trying to watch us. Grinning, feeling like Clay looked, I asked, "Now, please, may we get out of here?" He nodded and stood. I dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table and winked at the waiter, who still looked like he might swoon. I knew what he was feeling; just the thought of kissing Clay made me feel that way. I followed Clay out of the restaurant to more applause. Outside, we stood next to my little vintage 1958 Aston-Healey convertible and simply stared at each other. "Would you like to come home with me?" I shyly asked. Grinning lasciviously, he murmured, "What I want, Karl, is to never let you out of my sight again." He was staring at my lips as if they were fine Swiss chocolate and he was considering devouring them. I unlocked his door, fled around to the driver's side and slid into the seat. "So get in, and I'll whisk you up to my place. We can pick up your car later." I watched him fold himself into my little car. He grasped the back of my head and kissed me again, then sat back and said with a smart-assed grin, "Stop staring at me and let's go." I snapped out of my thrall. I don't think I ran any red lights, but Clay was looking a little pasty by the time I pulled into the garage. "Do you always drive like that?" He asked as he unfolded out of the car. "Like what?" It seemed to have taken an eternity to get there. Clay just looked askance and shuddered. I grinned, grabbed his hand and led him to the elevator. It took forever to reach my floor, then I fumbled the keys and dropped them. Clay scooped them up. I pointed out the right one and he opened the door. When the door closed behind us, I immediately went into a panic. I had no idea of what do. I'd never even kissed another person before tonight, much less another man. My mind was still trying to accept my earlier brazen behavior; I'd not only kissed another person tonight, but I'd kissed another man - and in front of a room full of people - and not just once, but twice. If I hadn't been the strong person that I am, I think I would have simply fainted - passed out from too much too fast. I needn't have worried about my next move. The moment the door lock clicked, Clay's arms enfolded me with a big hand on the back of my head, guiding my lips to his. I forgot to breathe and got light headed from a lack of oxygen. A silly thought passed through my mind and I started chuckling. Clay pulled back so he could look at me. "Hey, this is serious. What are you laughing about?" "I was just envisioning us doing a Scarlett O' Hara and Rhett Butler scene." Clay looked at me like I'd lost a few marbles. "Well, I could see one of us doing Butler… but Scarlett? Sorry, I just can't picture it." "Why do you think I was laughing?" He looked at me and the moment got serious. For a second, I thought he was going to take me in his arms. Instead, he said, "Will you marry me Karl and spend the rest of your life with me? I'll get down on my knees and beg if that's what it takes to get you to say yes." He started to kneel, but his bum knee gave way. He grabbed hold of me trying to keep from falling, but I lost my balance and fell backwards, taking us both down. I saw stars as my head hit the floor. He landed on top of me, knocking the breath out of me. He rolled away, grabbed his leg, and straightened it out. Grasping his knee and massaging it, he groaned, "Oh damn, that hurts. I'm sorry, Karl, are you all right?" "I'm fine." I said, rubbing the back of my head. I could already feel a knot forming. "Are you going to be okay?" "My damned knee is starting to swell." "You need an ice pack on it." I rushed to the kitchen, took a large freezer storage bag and filled it with crushed ice from the dispenser on the fridge door, filled a glass with water, grabbed the Tylenol bottle and a dish towel, and rushed back to find Clay trying to get up. I set everything down and helped him hobble over to the sofa where he collapsed. After raising his leg, resting it on a cushion and tying the bag of ice around his knee with the towel, I doled out a couple of pills, which he gratefully swallowed. "I'm sorry, Karl. I had grand plans for finally getting to seduce you and my damned knee had to flake out on me." I put a little pillow behind his head, then sat down beside him and placed my hand flat on his chest. "Don't worry about it, Clay. You've convinced me of your sincerity. We were moving a bit too fast anyway. Besides we've got the rest of our lives, don't we?" "Does that mean that you're saying 'yes' to my proposal?" I grinned. "I thought you were just joking." Clay's countenance clouded. "I may have said it in a humorous manner, but I've never been more serious in my life." "Then I guess that answers both our questions. Yes, I'll marry you and, yes, we have the rest of our lives together." He grasped my hand and stared up into my eyes. "I love you, Karl." I stared back. "I love you, Clay," I whispered. He pulled me down to his lips. I knew how a football felt with that big hand wrapped around the back of my head. Wow, can he kiss. I know I'm not an expert, not having any previous experience, and maybe I am totally prejudiced, but when he let me go, I was ready to fill the front of my briefs. We stared into each other's eyes. "You know, I've not seen you naked since you were twelve," he said. "Oh, God, I remember that day." I know I blushed. "Yeah, you were so proud… you'd just discovered you'd started growing pubic hair. You had to show me. You stripped off all your clothes and proudly insisted that I look. And then you wanted to see me. I took off all my clothes and stood brazenly in front of you. I wanted so badly to touch you, to have you touch me. I don't know what happened, why you suddenly grabbed your clothes and fled into the bathroom. When you came out you were fully dressed and acting like nothing had happened. I was confused, so I dressed, too, and following your lead… acted like nothing had happened. To this day I still don't know what happened." I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers over his hairy chest and stared into my memories of that day. "So, why did you grab your clothes and flee? Can you tell me, Karl?" I nodded. It took me a bit to get started. "There was a full length mirror on the closet door behind you. I could see myself as well as you. You struck a muscleman pose, showing off all your developing muscles. I could see that not only were you sprouting pubic hair, you had some hair on your chest and under your arms. I looked at my reflection and compared my puny little skinny runt body to yours. I felt humiliated and ashamed." "I'm so sorry, Karl. If I'd only known… God, I thought you were so beautiful. All these years I've thought you were repulsed because you could tell I wanted to touch you and squeeze your cute little body to mine." I shook my head, overwhelmed that we'd missed so many cues - had misinterpreted so many signals from each other. "You don't feel that way about your body now, do you? I've felt the muscles under your clothing. The way your clothes fit says you have a fine body." "Yeah, I've honed it to near perfection. But nobody has ever seen it," I said. Then I nervously added, "Well, my doctor has, but he's the only one." "Will you show it to me?" He softly asked. I nodded, suddenly shy. I know I blushed. "Karl, I loved your body when you were twelve; I know I'm going to love it just as much now. So let me see you, Sweetheart," he whispered. I stood and stared into his eyes. The adoration I saw rid me of all shyness. I unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes roved my slim muscled torso as I stood with my hands at my sides. With a smile and an ever so slight nod, he bid me continue. I slipped my loafers off and removed my socks. Barefooted, I glanced at him; again his almost indiscernible nod. I unbuckled my belt, undid the clasp and lowered the zipper. I noticed that he was holding his breath. My trousers dropped around my ankles, leaving me covered only in my Andrew Christian low-rise briefs. Attacked with a bout of shyness, I stepped out of my piled pants and turned my back to him, took a deep breath and let it out as I lowered my briefs. "You have a most spectacular ass." His voice had turned husky. I did a full body blush, but didn't stop. Lifting each leg, I slipped out of the scanty garment. Before I could drop it, Clay grabbed it. He held my briefs to his nose and inhaled, then groaned and closed his eyes. "Your scent has changed very little, maybe a bit more mature and masculine. God, I love your aroma," he whispered. I hadn't known he knew my scent. I recalled a moment just a few days before I'd pushed him out of my life. He'd just gotten home from football practice and was in the shower when I entered his bedroom. Seeing his sweaty jock lying on the end of the bed, I picked it up, fondled it, and imagining it cloistering his balls, I held it to my nose and inhaled his sweaty musk. The shower turned off and I dropped the jock back where I'd found it, then flopped into his desk chair and waited for a glimpse of his naked body. Hearing Clay say, "God, you're beautiful, Karl," brought me back to the present. I looked into his worshiping eyes. He held his hand out to me. I moved to the edge of the sofa. His hand stretched up to caress my flat taut belly. His fingers brushed through the hair and descended to comb through my pubic bush before curling around my throbbing rod. He tugged down on it and I knelt on the sofa edge. He rose up on a supporting elbow, kissed the head and then engulfed the whole seven inches. I could feel his nose rooting in the hair at its base. I gasped. My imagination had never come near the reality of this wondrous feeling - hot and moist, his agile tongue massaging the length of my pulsing phallus. I climaxed. Clay swallowed, and each time he swallowed, I shot another volley, until I finally collapsed on him and he held me, caressing my back while I regained my breath and slowed my heartbeat. "I could now die a happy man," he murmured. "Don't even think that until I've had my chance at you." "You don't have to reciprocate." "Wrong, Mister. It is imperative that I at least lose a bit more of my virginity tonight. I want to fulfill a couple of my fantasies, too. Preferably within the next few minutes." "Virginity? You've never been with another man, Karl? You're a virgin?" "If I couldn't have you, then what was the point?" I'd masturbated to Clay filled fantasies and I'd been satisfied. I'd never thought that not having sex with someone was a big deal, but apparently Clay thought it was, and I wasn't going to dispute it. "Jesus, Karl." His eyes had gotten large and luminous. "That was the first time anyone has ever sucked your cock?" Furiously blushing, I nodded. "Damn, if I had known, I would have tried to make it more special for you." "It couldn't have been anymore special, Clay." "God, I love you, Babe." I sat up and grinned at him. "So how do we get you naked?" "Well, the ice has been on my knee long enough, so how about helping me hobble into your bedroom." "It's a done deal," I replied. With him using me as a crutch, we made it to the bedroom. After pulling his shirt off, I had him lying back on my big bed while I pulled off his shoes and socks. I tackled his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing a jockey strap. I pulled it down along with his pants. I couldn't resist the urge to hold it to my nose. I stared at him as I breathed in his scent. His long cock throbbed and jumped. I grinned. He winked at me and smiled, knowing I was turned on by his scent. He watched me as I studied his body. It didn't look like it had in those photos. It was less bulked up, more mature. In place of the rippling washboard abs, he now had a flat taut belly. He was smoother - like he had a thin layer of fat over his muscles. He'd apparently shaved for those photos; he now had lots of hair other than just around his cock. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he asked, "Well?" "You're exactly like I've dreamed, Clay. Those photos don't do you justice." He blushed clear down to his toes. "I was in a lot better shape, then." "Who's the judge here?" I sternly asked. "You?" He asked timidly, totally out of character. "And you'd better remember it," I growled, but my grin gave away the 'tough guy' impression I was after. "So what do I do here? How do I start?" "Well… I'm already excited. So just consider my body yours to do with it as you please. Touch me… feel me… taste me… lick me… whatever you want." I looked him over again and then looked into his eyes. "What I want, Clay, is to please you." "Oh, Babe, anything you do will please and excite me, just 'cause it's you doing it." I thought about how I liked to touch myself and which touches really turned me on, and started applying that to Clay's body. With just my fingers - my hands - I soon had him squirming and groaning; his reddish brown nipples poking through the surrounding hair were begging my attention. I leaned down and touched the left one with the tip of my tongue. It brought a reaction I hadn't expected; Clay's hand on the back of my head and my mouth planted on it. I sucked on it and licked back and forth across it. Clay pushed his chest up with a long groan of pleasure. It excited me to be pleasuring him. I moved to his other nub, and got just as much response. I don't remember ever playing with my own, but I made a mental note to try it. It never occurred to me to get Clay to do it to me. I started kissing my way down his sternum to his belly with a moment of tonguing his little 'inny'. That had him writhing, too. When I got to the thicker patch of hair around his cock, I discovered the scent I remembered from a long time ago. I had to get my fill of it. Clay chuckled when he realized what I was doing. I knew I'd have to tell him about sniffing his jock. I wondered if he'd ever sniffed my underwear before tonight. I'd have to ask him. His cock kept bouncing, smearing his leakage against my cheek. I couldn't ignore it any longer. I sat back and wrapped my hand around it. Never having held anyone's cock but my own, I was surprised by its heat and the way the blood pulsed in it. Clay was watching me. I nervously grinned. "Go ahead, Karl Baby, you can't do anything wrong, just guard your teeth." I licked the tip. I was kind of expecting a burst of flavor, and was surprised that it had no discernable taste. Careful of my teeth, I placed my mouth over the whole head, closed my lips around it and pressed my tongue against its underside. Clay groaned and pushed his pelvis up, ramming his shaft into my mouth. I moaned with a pleasure only imagined before, and the vibration must have set him off; he started cumming, filling my mouth with his hot liquid. I swallowed, and swallowed again and again. I was so excited to finally fulfill a lifelong dream that I climaxed, untouched, and covered his thighs with several strands of cum. I continued to nurse on his cock as it started softening. When he could stand no more, he pulled me up onto his chest where I collapsed. He rubbed my back with the palms of his hands as we both recovered. "Are you sure you've never done that before?" He asked. I didn't bother to lift my head. "Do you remember me doing this before, because I would have only done it to you?" "I've never lost control like that. I'm going to have to remember that moaning and tongue thing you did. Damn, that was fantastic." "And just who are you planning on using those techniques on?" There was a moment's hesitation. I raised my head and looked at him. "On you, Karl. Why would you ask?" I shrugged. "I suspect you've had an active sex life, Clay. The big football star with both women and men chasing after you, how could you have not?" "I never knew… never even dreamed that I could have you, Karl." "And now that you know?" He wrapped his arms tightly around me. "I'm yours and yours alone." I could feel him rising again. It aroused me. Soon we were both hard again, pushing and rocking our cocks against each other. We were both slippery. The slight friction against well-slicked hair was enough to bring us to the brink. Clay grabbed my butt cheeks and held me still until the sensations settled, then we started again. This time we didn't hold back and pooled our loads between us. I rolled to the side and Clay rolled with me. Held snuggly against his chest, I caressed his muscular back as we drifted. "We're going to have to change the sheets before you go to sleep unless you enjoy sleeping in puddles of cold cum," Clay murmured in my ear. "Never tried it," I murmured back. "You won't like it." "Wouldn't think so." "What say we get up and shower?" "Together?" "No other way." "I haven't bathed with anyone since you and I used to play in the tub when we were little kids." "So I get your cherry on this one, too?" I started chuckling. "I've never thought about it that way before, but yeah, I'm a shower virgin." Clay rolled off the bed and stood arms akimbo. "Come on; let's go wash some virginity off you." I looked at our mingled cum in the matted hair on his belly. "Did we do that?" I asked, pointing at him. He ran his hand over it making it look like whipped cream. "Yeah, and as good as it felt, I hope we do it a lot." I scrambled off the bed and embraced him, gluing us back together. "Yeah, lets." Suddenly, I was whisked off my feet; he hobbled a couple of steps, then set me back down, cursing his knee. "Stop it, Clay. Knowing you want to do it is as good as you actually sweeping me off my feet. Put your arm around my shoulder and I'll help you into the shower and then I'll get some more ice on it before we turn in." He stopped and I ran into him. "What?" I asked. "Karl, I can't spend the night. I've got my son to get home to. And even though Ralph lives with us, he'll be pissed that I stayed out all night." This was something I didn't want to deal with at the moment. "Well, let's get you showered and I'll take you home. Tomorrow I'll pick you up and take you to the doctor." "They can't do anything more, Karl. I've done all I can to get it fixed up. I'll ice it down and get my crutches out so I can get to school tomorrow." "And how will you get to school? Your car's still at the restaurant, besides you can't drive. That's your right leg." "Ralph will take me." "Fine, get showered and I'll call Ralph to come get you." I snatched the terry cloth robe off the bathroom door and put it on as I headed out of the bedroom. Grabbing the phone, I flopped down on the sofa and sat staring at nothing… just holding the phone in my lap. |