Doing the Local Guys
I had been at my base in England only a few months and got involved with a local theater troupe. I had gotten a small motorcycle to get around on and that made making rehearsals both easier and cheaper. One of the girls in the play had introduced me to a friend of hers that had some of the same interests (airplanes, sci-fi, things like that) and thought that we would get along well. His name was Ron. He was 17 when we met, and I was 19 at the time. The production that we were working on had rehearsals that went through the summer with the opening in late September which means that I had turned 20 before opening. As it turns out, his birthday was just a couple of weeks after the show closed, so he turned 18.
Well, late one night after hanging out, talking about our favorite shows (his was Doctor Who, of course), I took him home on my bike and it was really cold out; colder than either of us had expected. As we were on the way to his place, we had to stop and try to get out of the weather to warm up enough to make it the rest of the way. We came across a place that had a greenhouse, so we stopped and checked it out. The door was unlocked, so we quietly entered. There were no lights on, so we left it that way, but at least the heat was on enough to take the chill out of our bones. As we were trying to warm up, he hugged me, really tight, saying "Just trying to conserve body heat, so that we can get home faster."
I shrugged and started to rub his back to help him warm up easier, since he was least prepared for the weather that we were in. After a few minutes like this, he pulled back, just enough to look me in the eyes and when I looked at him, he kissed me, then he quickly buried his head in my chest, tensing up. I pulled back from him a little and asked, "What was that for?"
He looked surprised and then he replied "You aren't mad at me? I've been wanting to do that for a while but wasn't sure if I should." Then he paused, waiting for me to say something, then plowed on ahead. "So I just said fuck it and made my move. I'm sorry." Then he lowered his head again.
I raised his chin and kissed him back. Then I broke the kiss and said, "Don't be sorry. I just wasn't expecting it. Have you always felt this way?"
"About boys, yes. About you, not until we started to hang out together."
"So why me, then?"
He shrugged and said, "I'm not sure. You're American, which makes you kind of exotic and different, we share a lot of the same interests, and you don't treat me like I have three heads, just because I like sci-fi so much."
I smiled and kissed him again, then asked, So am I your first crush, that knows how you feel?"
He shook his head and replied, "Well, a friend of mine knew when we were younger. We did some things together. Sex things. I want to do them with you." And he kissed me, again. With passion, this time I got into it as well, giving him as much as he was giving me. Our hands travelled all over each other's bodies and his hands worked their way to undo my pants. He dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock, driving me crazy. He had skills that were far better than mine, and I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed what felt like all of it, then he came up to kiss me again, this time sharing my hot cum with me." After that, he helped me get put away and zipped up.
At that point, we figured that we were certainly warm enough to make it the rest of the way to Ron's home.
When we got to Ron's home, his folks were still up, watching the late night news on the Beeb (BBC). They noticed us come in, both shivering from the cold and Ron's mom came over to us, saying, "What happened? You are late coming home." Then she turned to me, "You must be Ron's American friend. Thank you for getting Ron home."
I nodded and said, "Chris, Ma'am. It was the least I could do. We didn't realize how late it had gotten, or we would've gotten here sooner. Wish we had, now. It's colder than a polar bear's tush out there."
Ron's dad heard that and laughed. "You Yanks have the oddest turns of phrase. You must be freezing. Doesn't it ever get cold in America?"
"It does where I grew up, Sir, but I spent my high school years in Florida, and it don't get very cold there."
"Well, we can't have you going back out in the night tonight. Are you needed back on your base, Chris?" Ron's mom asked.
"I'm not needed back until Sunday night, so the base doesn't care where I sleep on my days off. But I don't want to be a bother."
Ron's dad walked over, "You're about the only friend our son has, right now. Can't go letting you freeze to death, now, can we."
"He can sleep in my room. Michael's not using his old bed." Ron piped in with. "He's off at university and won't need it til Christmas holiday, anyway. And, it's already made up, in case he comes home for any other reason."
Ron's dad said, "Then it's settled. I'll get some extra coal for the fireplace in Ron's room, and you can stay there tonight. Should be warm enough in the morning for what you are wearing on your motorbike."
"And I'll bring up some warm tea and biscuits for you before you go to bed. Now off with you both."
Ron and I went to his room, where we took off our cold weather riding gear, placing them so that they would be out of the way and still take in some of the heat from the small fireplace, then Ron's folks came in with some coal in a small bucket and hot tea with warm cookies. It was really nice. When Ron's mom left, she smiled and bade us both a good night, closing the door behind her, leaving just Ron and I in the room.
The room itself felt small, but it had plenty of space to move around in. A fireplace was against the outside wall, next to a window, both beds on either side of the room, to the left and right of the fireplace and small tables next to each bed with small table lamps and a set of dressers, one by each bed. Ron showed me which bed was mine for the night, which I promptly sat on to take my boots off to set near the fire, to warm them overnight, and then he came over, sitting next to me on the bed, leaned over and kissed me. Then he got up and put some coal in the already stoked fireplace and unbanked the fire that had been smoldering, I guess, all day.
