Bier Boy

So, Tommy, Tom, has filled you in for a couple of chapters on how our first time has been going. At eighteen, a year younger than me, he is every bit my equal in the desire to make our time together a lasting one.

"Sorry about the one towel thing, Tommy." Guess I should have done some laundry before my folks left for the weekend. Anyway, I thought I would take over 'the tell' for this last part of our first day together.

"No worries...I kind of like having it as sloppy seconds - your body scent all over the towel gets me going...again."

"Like you need an excuse, horn dog! Tom, you turned into a real ho today. No complaints here. Just saying. You surprise me totally, is all."

"Why? Because you thought I was a quiet and sensitive introvert; just right for plucking off the vine and having your way with?"

"Exactly!. And perceptive as hell. I was drawn to all those qualities before I had any idea how randy you really are." Tommy has just wrapped the towel around his waist, nice and low on the hips, so I can still see the top of his sweet bush. I swear, if we didn't want to go out to dinner...

"Tank. Where do you keep your underwear?"

"Middle drawer of the tall dresser - take whatever you want; and throw me a pair of floppy shorts from the next drawer down - no briefs for me - I like to go commando - you know - swing in the breeze!" Remarkable how at ease he is for the first time in my house. That's a good sign, really.

"I like the small black ones, like you had on by the river."

"You can have those earlier ones, Tom - cum stains and all!"

"Tempting...but a fresh pair for the restaurant is probably best."

"Got any pit stuff, Tank?"

"Let's skip it. It's only a few hours before we get back from dinner. I kind of have this...well...this fetish..." Tom is closing the short distance between us here in my bedroom; with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah. Do tell, Tank. Do tell."

"Pits. Love guys pits! Never could take my eyes off them when we were in the high school showers."

"My glances went south of that, Tank. After taking in the whole 'student body' of a hot guy...I would settle on his crotch. But I have to agree that we both like a mans' hairy bits."

"If you're nice to me, Tommy, I may show you just how much of a fetish I have for pits. After dinner, of course." Tom is right in my face. Oh, crap, he is lifting his arms above his head, practically shoving his pits at me. Fucking tease!

"Take a whiff, Tank - just a small one to tide you over until we get back, then...FUCK!"

Part 2 -

I can play this game better than Tommy. He is now under me, nicely pinned onto my bed covers, while I wrestle those arms of his enough to get in there and nuzzle the hell out of his hairy-ass pits. Shower fresh boy-hot-zones that make my blood boil. Maybe a few licks and tickles will keep this boy of mine in line!

"TANK! No! NO! Oh Fuck! TANK!!"

"Mr. Thomas, I declare - you are one wriggly little bitch." I may be laughing as much as he is right now, but trust me...I have definite plans for later!

"Let me up, asshole! We have a dinner reservation to make." If he only knew how little I wanted food right now. "I need a shirt, Tank."

"Closet is on the left. Take anything except the silvery dress one." I guess I'll just throw on a pullover - it's a semi-casual place we're going to. Sandals on. Check my look. Ready.

"You mean this one?" Tommy is standing just outside of my closet, dressed in my best shirt, and a tight pair of my jeans. God, he looks amazing!

"Come here." He looks like he doesn't know if I am pleased, or angry at him. He'll know in a few more steps closer. "You look amazing, Tom. I'm concerned that someone might snatch you away from me tonight."

"Not a chance, lover." How can a little kiss like this before dinner be so fucking sexy?

Part 3 -

"Any table past the alcove, guys. Follow me."

So the guy seating us just checked us both out real good. Like he knows we are...together. I quickly take Tom by the hand, marking him as mine, and giving a little 'show' for the nice staff worker. He hovers. I pull out a chair. "Sit here, honey, it's the best view!" I can be a real prick sometimes. By the way, Tom is facing the wall - his only view is of me...'best view', indeed!

"I'm glad we're being open, Tank, but that was a little much?"

"Nah. It was fun. He enjoyed it too - gave me a wink before he left! I don't know too much about your food choices, yet, Tommy. Want to share something?" It's a table for two...small and intimate; in a cozy alcove room, all to ourselves at the moment. Tom looks naughty.

"You."

"Down, boy. Food, drinks maybe, dessert?" He still looks naughty.

"Dessert! Your dick in my mouth." Naughty.

"Mr. Thomas. Good sex takes a lot of energy. You eat all of your dinner, vegetables included, then we'll see about...dessert." Two hot-to-trot young hunks glowing at each other, and holding hands, for anyone to see. Perfect! Oh, look, our friendly waitstaff man is back.

"Ready to...order? I can recommend the daily special - it's a seafood and pasta dish, with lots of oysters." Friendly prick is smiling like the Mona Lisa.

As we wait for dinner to arrive, Tom has started playing footsie with me. Nice long tablecloths hide more than the table legs, thankfully. He's kicked off one of his loafers - no socks. I almost spill my drink when I feel his toes quickly trace a path to my inner thighs. "Tom! Not here, please."

"Why not? You flirted with the waiter. I want to flirt with you."

"That was different. I didn't turn him on."

"How do you know? Besides, I definitely want to turn YOU on, Tank. Are you embarrassed? Have I found a tickle-stopping antidote?"

I do get embarrassed easily. I guess for all of my outgoing behaviour, there are some things that get to me. I can take it if I do the initiating, but in a case like this... "Tom! Please stop." I am not smiling. "Don't ruin this."

"Okay. I'm sorry. If I promise not to go any further, can I just leave my foot on your crotch - no one can really tell."

"Okay. What were you thinking of doing, anyway?" Never hurts to be informed.

"Well, Tank, I did plan to snake my toes up into your loose shorts leg; and rub your dick into a big fat erection, that's all. Let you feel my big toe gently caressing your bulging cock shaft...then making circles on the tip...getting you all wet. But now I won't have the pleasure of watching you squirm and trying to eat at the same time!"

"Ho." I hand Tommy a bread stick. He is sliding it between his lips, in slow motion, and makes it look like...Yeah, like that. We keep playing this way all through dinner. The food is good. Being with Tommy is the best. I open up to him with a bit of my history, and it brings us closer.

"Tom. I want to tell you something. You remind me of the first guy I ever fell for, Kevin. It was years ago, and he and I got caught fooling around. It didn't go well for me. My parents only knew me as a tough and manly kid; and I was really punished for it. Turns out my 'friend' moved away soon after; and I buried all of my true feelings. Then I saw you."

"I know."

"You know what?"

"We'll talk on the ride home, Tank."

Part 4 -

We have driven for five out of the fifteen minutes it takes to get back to my house. Neither of us has spoken.

"Tell me...please." Tom looks at me pensively.

"It was your friend, Gillian, Tank. She and Kevin had gotten close. He told her about the two of you; how two masc and brash young guys were really into each other in secret. When Kevin moved away, she felt it was okay to tell me, as she and I had become close friends, as well. I confided that I had the hots for you. She counseled me to wait until you made the first move, Tank. She was concerned that if I had done so, you might have decked me to keep up your 'secret'."

"Gillian's in for it! She kept feeding me little suggestions about you...priming me. She was the one who told me that you had never ridden on a bike before. She 'hinted' that she thought you might even be gay."

"Don't judge her, Tank. She loves you. She was playing match-maker, that's all."

"Wish she had worked her way sooner, Tommy. Look at all the time we lost."

"It's okay, Tank. Today wipes out any regrets, right?"

I place my hand on his thigh as we reach my driveway. "Let's go get dessert!"

Part 5 -

Tom and I are heading into my house. We still have the weekend here alone. Every hormone in my body is fired up, and focused on making him mine. He's right for me. I just know he is.

"Tank! What are you doing? I don't play that way! Are you gay?!"

Bastard is wiggling and laughing in my arms. I'll make him laugh...

"No. NO. NOOO!! SOB! Stop. TANK! Stop!!"

I stop tickling him, walk over to the couch, sit down with my head in my hands, and pretend to sulk. I can hear him walk towards me. When I see his feet, I reach up, grab him, and pull him down on top of me; and we both sink into the couch, all horizontal and up for fun.

"Who's the top now, Tank? Yeah. That's right."

I pause for a second, then answer. "Okay, Tommy. It's you! Is this on your list of 'firsts' to experience?" That shut him up.

"I...I'm not sure. I'd like to give you the same great feeling you gave to me, but...I just don't know."

"It's okay. I don't know either." I start a kiss and we are melting into each other. "Only one way to find out, right?" He nods, and we both get off the couch and head for my bedroom. The door can stay open. No one else is here.

"Let me undress you, Tank."

God, it feels so good to just stand here and have Tommy slowly pull off my shirt, take down my shorts, and step back to take in the view. "Like what you see?"

"Love it, Tank. Don't move. Close your eyes."

He's hugging me. His head is next to mine. I am moving my arms to hug him back, but letting Tommy do all of the work. This feels real nice, like we don't even need words.

"Undress me, please." Tommy barely whispers.

After this quick kiss, I do as he asks. "Gotta be careful with the shirt, Tommy!"

"Asshole."

"This time you're right, Tommy...let me show you." My turn to hug. Our bodies feel soooo good together like this. "Move your hands lower. Lower. Grab me there. Trace the crack." His crotch is pressed tightly to mine. Our dicks are hard, and fighting for space. It all feels good. I think I can do this. "Let's set this up."

We dash around, put down a towel, grab a condom and some lube. I flop onto my bed, on my belly. I want him. It's just...I don't want to watch just yet. I just want to feel.

"You ready, Tank? I am."

"Yeah. Take it slow. Like we did before." He's pressing down on me. His full body weight is on me now. My neck is quivering with his licks and kisses. This feels so good. His dick is sheathed, wet, and at my hole. I'm gonna give my body to Tommy. I want us to be close. But I'm not sure... "AHH!"

"You okay, Tank? Just the head went in."

"Never played with my 'down there'...tight as hell...hurts a bit." I want him. If that means a little pain... "Go in more. NO! No. It hurts, Tommy. I'm sorry. I want you to, but it hurts." I've started to cry. Don't know why, but I am. He pulls out. "Don't leave me, Tommy."

"Are you kidding? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Tank. I'll do more lube - even push a lot right into you before we try again...okay?"

I know why I have tears. I don't want to be the reason someone leaves me...again. All of my bravado and masculinity is part of me, it's real. But Tom is reaching a part of me that's also real. I want him in my life. "Okay. Let's try again."

"Yeah!" We kind of blurt it out together.

This time, maybe because I admitted to myself how much I need him, Tommy's cock sank in all the way, with no more pain! "You feel real good in me, Tommy. Like you're a part of me."

"I am, Tank. I am so much a part of you that I feel lost to myself. But this just isn't me. I'm sorry, but as much as I want to be a part of you, this way isn't me...is it you?"

"Having your body connected to mine is all I want, Tom, but yeah, this way is not me, either. Please don't let this be a thing between us, I..."

"Hey. No way, Tank. We have simply found our personal preferences, that's all."

Tommy and I change our positions, and just cuddle together, in total bliss, until we fall asleep. I'm the first one to see a figure standing in the doorway to my bedroom - the door that we left open because no one else is supposed to be here.

"We came home early." It's my Dad! I bolt upright about to say something when he just puts a finger to his lips. "Don't wake him. Come down when you're both ready." With that, he gently closes the door. I don't know what to think!

Part 6 -

Tommy is up now, and he knows about my folks being back. We've decided it's best to just get dressed and go down and face them. My Mom was the calm one years ago. It's my Dad I fear, again. They're both at the table. There are two empty seats with places set for breakfast.

"Dad, I..."

"Have a seat, guys. And this is...?"

"Tommy. Uh...Tom." I feel sick. But so far nothing has blown up, so...

"Hello, Mr. Majors." Tommy is wide-eyed and trying his best to smile a little. Damn, this is awkward.

"Hello, Tom. Tank is probably pissing his pants right now, remembering back to the 'Kevin' situation, right, son?" I just nod. I still have to live at home. But I will not let them take Tom away from me! Not again! Can't cry. Not now!

"He told me, Sir."

"We were all different then, Tom... under-educated, and yes, afraid, at the time. We've known that our Theodore, Tank to you (Tom shoots me a grin, and I blurt out:'later' to him, so my Dad can finish talking) has had a thing for boys since he was riding bicycles, not the bikes he is now. We wrongly tried to steer him away from who he is." All eyes are on me. "That was then." What? Do I say something now? My Dad is getting up off his chair. Tom looks ready to speak.

"Thank you, Mr. Majors. Theodore and I appreciate your acceptance."

"He's easy to love, Tom, and I hope you do!" With that, my Dad is placing a kiss on my head. Talk about embarrassed!

Final

So that's about it. Me and Tommy...oh, yeah. As soon as we were alone again, he pins me to the wall, all giggly-girlish, and starts in about my name. Hey. It's my name.

"Theodore. I adore. Theodore. Shut the door. Say no more."

"Asshole. You won't let it go, will you, Tommy?" He sees I'm being playful.

"You kidding? You get embarrassed easily. I now know your real name. That's two I have on you when you think you can tickle me to death..."

"You mean like this?"

"Tank? Don't. No, really. Tank! TANK! THEODORE!!

XOXO