Summer vacation was slowly slipping away now, and at first, I did stay from the game room, continuing to have conflicting thoughts about what had happened. Eventually though, I found myself wanting to hang out up there again, and when I was up there, I tried to stay away from John, but felt, "He must be looking for an opening," wanting to talk, hoping to convince me to have sex again.
Eventually, I noticed that John was taking other boys out for what I suspected was lunch or breakfast, obviously trying to convince them to go to his apartment to have sex. I tried to ignore it, but in a weird way, I was becoming a little jealous, wanting the attention too, even though I knew what was going to ultimately happen when and if, he got me to go to his apartment.
John and I already had a connection, being we had done it before, and because I knew where he lived, and being it was close to my house, it was easy to go see him, which is the reason why he moved closer in the first place. Eventually, the need to be with him again was overpowering, especially knowing he was looking to move on with other young boys, and not wanting to lose the chance, I approached him one day.
We had continued to be very friendly, and even though he felt that I had decided to not to have sex with him again, I think it surprised him when I happened to go up to him one day and excitedly say,"Hi!"
He was cordial and after cautiously replying, "Hi" too, he asked, "How's it going?"
At first, I don't think he realized what I was wanting, but when I told him, "Everything was good," there was a pause, but then John, sensing I just might want to talk, he asked, "Do you wanta go get something to eat?"
It was what I needed, but not wanting to appear too eager, I simply smile and said, "Sure!"
John smile too, and after telling me to wait a minute, he went over to one of the game room attendants to explain he was leaving. Turning and heading back to where I was standing, I could see he was smiling excitedly.
We quickly left, and in the car, we didn't say anything for a minute or two, but I could see him continuing to glance over at me. I'm sure he knew I was nervous, because he turned, and trying to get up talking said, "It's really nice to see you again."
I know it was just a way to stimulate a conversation and when I told him, "It's nice to see you too," he reached his hand across, touching my thigh.
It made me look down and then as our eyes met, he smiled and said, "You should come over sometime."
Seeing me nodding in agreement and that I was smiling, he looked twice, surprised a little. It made him smile too, and then as we pulled into the restaurant parking and we went inside, we ended up sitting in a familiar booth. I was nervous to be with him and after ordering something to eat, John boldly said, "I think about you a lot."
I'm sure he was curious why I suddenly wanted to be with him again, and seeing me nervously smile, not saying anything, he needed to find out if I might be thinking about having sex with him. Yea, I had been thinking about having sex with him to the point where I was using a makeshift toy in my ass, wanting to feel it again.
I could see he was searching for what to say, wondering if he could persuade me to go with him again, which made me smile, but right now, it wouldn't take much. I had already decided I wanted to be with him again, and all I needed was for him to suggest it, and basically he did by telling me, "You should come over."
Again, we only made small talk and after we finished eating, there was an awkward pause. John eventually suggested we should go, and in the car, he again asked, "Would you like to come by my place sometime?"
"Of course," I had thought about it, but reluctant to commit, I didn't answer him right away.
However, John impatiently suggested, "Come on, it'll be nice to have you visit again," and then continued by telling me, "Don't worry, I won't try anything."
I don't think he actually realized I was wanting to have sex with him again, however when I turned to look at him I simply said, "Okay."
Hearing that I'd like to come over, I think aroused him a little and not wanting to appear over anxious, he paused and then asked, "Do you wanta go over there now?"
I was hesitant, I knew what he wanted, I wanted it too, and after a few second he again said, "Come on, it's okay."
Smiling, I wholeheartedly said, "Okay," which made him cautiously asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yea, of course I was sure," I thought, but not wanting to appear overly anxious too, I again simply said, "Yea."
It again made him smile and as we headed toward his apartment, we didn't say anything but then he again said, "I'm really glad you wanta come over."
He was still wanting to see if he had a chance to get me in bed again, and when he subtly reached over and put his hand on my leg, I instinctively looked down at his hand. I could see John repeatedly glancing over, and it only took me a minute, but, I eventually put my hand on his.
I really wanted him to know that I wanted to be with him, and it did make him look over at my hand on his, and sensing him smiling, I nervously didn't look up. John then gave my thigh a little squeeze, obviously signaling he knew why I was willing to go with him, but then suddenly, he took his hand off my thigh.
My hand had slid off too, and as I rested on the seat, I worried, but then he confidently looked over and said, "Okay, we'll be there soon."
It made me again smile shyly, and it really didn't take long before we were pulling into his apartment complex, and as he quickly parked out front of his building, and we got out, John said, "Here we are."
Hurrying us inside, I was super nervous and when he put his hand on my back, guiding me to go in, he quickly closed the door behind us. Looking at me, he smiled and said, "Let's go over there," motioning toward the living room.
I think he was a little nervous now too, obviously wanting it to go well, I know I did, and as we sat down, John again said, "It's really nice to be with you again."
Moving closer, taking the lead, he again put his hand on my leg. Looking at each other for a moment, he asked, "Can I get you anything?"
Looking up at him, I simply said, "No," and after a few seconds, John again said, "Well, I'm glad you wanted to come over."
Not knowing what to say, I simply sat there and when he scooted closer, putting his hand on my thigh, I looked over at him. He was smiling and looking at each other he asked, "What do you want to do?"
I was confused, I thought he knew, but now I wasn't sure, however when he said, "I've thought about being with you," I was relieved he had got the message.
Knowing what I was about to agree to, made me nervous, and looking over at him, I politely smiled and before I could say anything he leaned toward me and said, "Close your eyes."