Boyfriends

A brisk sunny Saturday in October finds me looking at a white frame vinyl-sided condominium. A stone wall extends along the the building. Above the wall stands a black metallic fence. It is a landscaped property named Breton Hills on Breton Way.

It's owner Zach Richards is a former classmate at Sayville Highschool with whom I had reconnected at our very recent twenty year reunion. Zach and I moved in different circles with different interests. He was a high school football player who spent his Sundays watching football games with his dad. I was a trumpet player in the school band. When not hanging out with other musicians, I spent a lot of time practicing and wishing I could play like Wynton Marsalis.

That I'm gay was not exactly a secret. Everyone knew since our sophomore year that I was seeing a cute little blond named Ken James. Zach was seeing Magggie Lawson, a girl whom I called a friend.

Imagine my surprise when Zach and I were chatting across an outdoor table bringing each other up to date. His admission to coming out in college was totally unexpected. Anyway we chatted briefly about discovering our sexual orientation.

I pulled my i-phone from my pants pocket and dialed his number with a single touch. I heard one ring then a second ring.

"Steven," said a voice.

"I'm at the curb."

"I'll be down in a minute."

The 5 9 hunk with light-brown hair and blue eyes came outside wearing bluejeans and forest green sweatshirt.

"You made it. How was the traffic?"

"Not too bad," I replied. I added, "heavy but moving."

I had driven the 36 miles from Sayville on the south shore to Glen Cove on the north side, almost all of it on I-495.

"Are you up for a walk? I'd love to show you the area."

First I want you to kiss me.

We started a leisurely walk soon after he came outside.

"So what did you say you do for work?"

"I work for Chase bank. What do you do?"

"I worked as a manager at La Sorella Boutique before I started at the hospital."

"La Sorella, Isn't that women's clothing?"

"It is," I replied.

"I can picture you there."

I'll be the first to admit that I was effeminate as a teenager. My personality did not, thank God, make my life difficult. He was macho.

Back in the day Zach lived somewhere on the north side of Main Street. I had grown up close to the beach. We may as well have lived on different planets.

Anyway we ended up at Glen Cove bay. Two Kayaks on the bay were heading to the sound. For several seconds I followed their course with my eyes.

Zach asked, "have you ever paddled Kayak."

"It looks like fun."

Later that afternoon Zach put his red tandem Kayak on the calm water of Glen Cove bay. He took the front seat and I the back. A slight breeze was blowing from the west

"I bought this 3 years ago."

"I'll cross this off my bucket list."

After an undetermined amount of time we reached the mouth of the bay and looked across Long Island Sound. We turned west and paddled for a few minutes.

I reminisced for a minute. "When I was twenty my then boyfriend and I took the ferry to Fire Island. We spent a weekend there and sunbathe in the nude."

"What was your friend's name?"

"Paul Case," I said.

"I don't know him," said Zach.

"We were roomies for a year at Rutgers."

I had mentioned Rutgers at the reunion. He had mentioned that he attended NYU.

"Senior year," he asked.

Paul was good in bed but I had been single far too long. I couldn't help but undress Zach with my eyes.

As we paddled back to our starting point muscles began tiring. Zach blamed it on poor technique. I agreed.

I need to live closer to him. This long distance relationship is for the birds. Barely half a day had elapsed before that thought came to me.

On our way back to his condominium I asked, "Is anything for sale around here."

"Pricey," he said.

"I expect that. Money is no object."

I had mentioned at the reunion that I work as a nurse at Brookhaven Memorial Hospital.

The sun was at 5 o'clock. Shadows had lengthened. I was seeing the inside of Zach's luxurious residence for the first time and plopped into the sofa.

"I'm not much of a cook."

Zach had started boiling water. A box of linguine was lying on the counter near the stove. Shrimp was frying over a low flame next to the pot.

"I'm sure it'll be delicious."

We enjoyed a leisurely meal that we washed down with red wine.

I asked, "do you go out to eat a lot."

"Not often," he replied. "Eating out to me is sitting at the bar washing down my meal with a beer."

You might eat out more often if you go with a boyfriend.

I wonder if he watches porn.

Like me, Zach does not watch very much television, preferring instead to listen to a novel or a history.

He cued up "Fletches Fortune" on his computer, a novel that I read a few years ago. I elected not to say anything but just to listen quietly.

After a half hour I asked, "do you watch porn."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just asking," I said.

He paused the novel.

"I remember the night I broke up with Maggie. We were walking on the track around the gridiron."

"She came to see me that night in tears."

"Did she say anything about me?"

"Only that you broke her heart," I replied.

"There's never a good time to tell anyone that it's over."

"I was trying to get Ken out of his pants when he said he wasn't in the mood. After like 5 minutes he finally said that we're not right for each other and left me crying. He wanted to fuck Michael Sparks. He was always making eyes at him."

"Michael Sparks the short stop," Zach asked.

"Yup," I said.

"I had no idea Mike was gay."

"I caught them kissing."

Zach's eyes held my eyes. I sripped off my sweatshirt then my teeshirt.

"Let's watch some porn."

I liked his suggestion.

Zach turned the lap top so that we could watch porn from the sofa. The sight of a gorgeous brunette spooning an equally gorgeous blond drove me wild. I stripped off my jeans and briefs.

My dick was already pointing at my chin.

Zach put an arm around my shoulder letting me lean against him.

"You're just aching to masturbate, aren't you."

I asked, "Doesn't everybody."

He planted a kiss on my cheek then we locked lips. I held the organ loosely making certain to keep it erect.

Zach broke off the kiss only to strip naked while I watched. We locked lips again.

"Do it guy. Jack off for me."

Bent on ejaculating, I tightened my grip on the shaft and pumped my hand rapidly.

Meanwhile Zach was fingering his ball sack.

My climax was not unexpected. Another stream of cum soon followed then a third, then a forth.

I put my arms at my sides letting the white goop on my body stay where it landed.

My boyfriend took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He eased me onto the mattress. I tilted slightly and raised one leg high above my chest. Grunts masked my intense pleasure in taking his thick cock.

We woke shortly after 7 a.m.

"I like to take a shower with a guy after I sleep with him."

"Me too," I replied.