Going in Slowly

I think it has been five years since I wrote part one of this story. I had planned on writing the second part right away. Except life got in the way. I hope the story line hasn't fallen apart.

I don't know if my moving woke Steve up or if his moving woke me up, or if the sun coming in woke us both up.

I am a bit of an early riser in the Summer but, this morning I slept later than normal. I thought perhaps in the middle of the night one of us would wake up and start the sex all over again. Maybe we were too haggard from our festivities from earlier in the evening because we slept through the early morning hours of the new day.

We were no longer spooning, and we moved to face each other, and Steve moved in and kissed me gently on the lips. This started a make out session with pillow talk.

He asked what I thought about the whole thing after getting a night's sleep and did I have any regrets. I of course told him "No, it was more than I could have dreamed of."

I thought this might get us going again. I mean even though we had both came a couple of times the night before we were still young and healthy, and I seemed to get hard as the old joke says, "When the wind blows."

It felt so good laying close to Steve and both of us nude, running our hands up and down each other's bodies. It was so sensuous to run my hand from his chest all the way down his side to his naked hip and even to the crack of his ass and back up and he was doing the same thing to me. But we never touched each other's cock.

Finally, Steve pushed me onto my back and gave me a long French kiss and my cock started to rise to the occasion.

Steve had other ideas though, he broke the kiss and jumped from the bed and announced that we were going out to brunch. He headed for the bathroom, and I heard the toilet flush, and a few minutes later he called me in.

I joined him as he was getting into the shower. I did my business with the toilet and when I was done, he asked me to get in the shower with him. He filled a hand with shampoo, and he lathered up my hair and then his. He used a lot of shampoo.

Grabbing a bar of soap I started washing his upper body. We both got a case of the giggles. He told me that this was a first for him, he had never showered with a man.

I told him "That was one thing I had done. I showered with a bunch of men in boot camp and the dorms, we just didn't soap each other up, or had sex, at least not with me." "But I like the thought of soaping up a dozen cocks and seeing what happens." He laughed and said, "Maybe I can arrange that for you sometime."

I moved down to his crotch with the soap and started soaping up his cock. That got to him a bit excited as his cock started to fill out and that got mine going.

He had taken the bar of soap from my hand and started soaping me up. He turned me around and started on my back. He then started rubbing the bar on my ass and between my ass cheeks.

With all this soap and being in tight confinement with a man with a growing erection, I was wondering if I was about to lose my anal cherry.

After getting me all soaped up, he once again turned me to face him and we went into a deep, long, French kiss. We spend several minutes enjoying each other's slick bodies with just our hands. Several times he placed both hands between my ass cheeks and lifted them up and spread them apart.

I was thinking that with all the soap and ass play that maybe he had changed his mind about sex this morning and was about to take my brown cherry and I was open to the idea but knew I wasn't ready. Which I guess could be considered a bit odd since I didn't know a damn thing about anal sex. Would it hurt like hell or feel really great?

I was again disappointed as Steve shoved us both under the shower head and rinsed us off. Especially himself and then he got out. I still had plenty on me and was washing the soap off. I was also admiring Steve's ass through the clear plastic door.

Steve had told me he ran six days a week and it showed. He wasn't really muscular but had a lean runner's body and his ass looked tight. There seemed to be a perfect V right where his ass cheeks met.

I was taking a deep appreciation of Steve's ass, and my cock couldn't take anymore and rose up and I gave it a few strokes.

Steve turned around and saw me with my big hard on and grinned with "you must have really liked what you saw."

I stepped out of the shower with my flag flying high. Steve took it in his hand and then suddenly flicked it very hard with his fingers. "That will have to wait and I'm hungry but, not for that so, let's get going." Boy, was I ever disappointed.

We were dressing but I told Steve I didn't really have a shirt except for two t-shirts and the one I wore the night before. He asked why I hadn't brought more, and I told him "I didn't think we would be dressed very much this weekend."

Steve faked a frustrated face with "is that all you think about." and gave me one of his shirts.

Well out the door and around the block, downtown where the big boys rock, as the song goes and actually two or three to a restaurant that had outdoor seating by the street. Great idea as it was a beautiful late summer morning, not too hot, not too humid.

A waitress said hello and called Steve by his name. Later he told me that he came there often and on Saturdays often ate with friends; she sat us at a bigger table and got us some coffee.

We were sitting there enjoying the morning, people watching, and chatting about things and we were grinning at each other like new lovers do. My head was still swimming a bit in thoughts having basically lost my virginity just several hours before.

The place was mostly male/female couples with a scattering of men with men and women with women chatting and dining, looking through newspapers.

I wondered what they would think if they knew the night before the man I was with had shot his sperm into my willing mouth more than once and had his fingers up my ass and I was loving all it.

I had to giggle when I thought many of them had probably been doing the same thing last night.

Being Bi I still noticed women a lot and saw two very lovely ladies chatting and was wondering if perhaps last night if they were nude and one on top of the other in a 69 at the same time, I was 69ing with Steve. The same with two men if one had fucked the other one about the same time, I was giving Steve a mouth full of cum.

I looked at Steve and grinned and he laughed at me and asked, "what are you thinking about?" I replied "well, it is dirty but, more than anything I wish I could kiss you right now."

Steve sighed and said "Yeah, I wish I could kiss you right now too. Maybe someday we will be able to kiss in public." We gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds not speaking.

To be honest, while it was romantic, what I really wanted was to just drop to my knees right then and there and take his cock in my mouth and suck it the rest of the day.

My cock was getting hard at all the sexy thoughts so, I forced myself to think of other things and besides, we had the weekend, and I was sure I would get my fill of Steve soon enough.

We were brought out of this romantic moment when someone approached and called Steve by name. Two of his friends had decided to have brunch too.

Introductions were made. Andy and Zach were both around 30 years of age, Andy was white, and Zach was black.

Steve didn't give me much of a chance to talk about myself and he did it all for me. I thought at first, he was just protecting me from being discovered as his new lover. Later he would tell me he was kind of bragging about having me as a lover.

I think he didn't come right out and tell them because I was military and in public too. And like a lot of folks in D.C. they were government workers and they kind of wanted to stay in the closet too.

As we talked Steve told me the pair lived together and gave me a wink. I guess they were judging my reaction. I really didn't know what to say, so it just became a polite and quiet fact.

Zach asked "It has been a while since I've seen you, Steve. Are you two roommates." Steve was drinking his coffee, so I answered "Well, not roommates but, we had a sleepover last night." and I winked, and Zach almost choked on his coffee. Guess he wasn't expecting that from me.

From the reaction I was worried that I had given away a secret. Maybe the two men were not gay or didn't know Steve was.

The two guys busted up laughing and Adam said "Well, good for you two!' and I said "yes, it was good for the both of us." and we all laughed, and I think Steve blushed a bit.

We had our breakfast and as we finished, we were joined by yet another. This man was called Dion, and he was a skinny black man a few inches under six feet tall and was how we used to say back then a flaming or flamboyant homosexual.

Dion was something else. He could be a terrible teaser and had a sharp and quick wit. I liked him right away.

As we were introduced Dion said, "Are you a new friend of Steve's or have you been around awhile?" But before either Steve or I could reply Adam chimed in "they had their first sleepover last night." and in a limp wristed, exaggerated lisp Dion was "Well, glad someone is getting laid. OK so who swallowed the most? Whose jaw is the sorest? Either of you got a sore jaw or is some other opening sore? and I think Steve and I both blushed.

Looking at me Dion asked "So, where did you two do it? Back room of a bar, in an alley? One of the parks?"

I said "More romantic than that, Dion. Steve seduced me in the old fashion way. He romanced me around town and then invited me to his home for dinner and seduced me and took innocence in his bed."

Dion looked at Steve and teased him "I'm surprised you did it there you are such a risk taker and exhibitionist." I wasn't sure what Dion meant but, I had a pretty good idea. I also wondered how he knew that about Steve, had they had sex?

Dion wouldn't let it go either "so, who has the sorest the little butthole?" I know I was taken aback and blushed at the same time. and Dion said, "Aren't you the cutest thing with your blushing." Steve chimed in "we didn't get quite that far last night you big nosey Queen."

Dion looked at me and replied "pay no attention to me honey. I hit three bars last night and couldn't find anyone to take me home and screw me." And he said it just as the waitress walked up and the statement kind of stunned her, I think.

But quick witted Dion looked at her and said, "Oh sweetie I'm sure someone as pretty as you can't relate to that problem." She busted up laughing and replied, "You might be surprised at the number of nights I've spent alone in bed, even being pretty."

Dion quipped back "What is wrong with our times when people as pretty as us can't get laid." and another round of laughter; even the waitress laughed at that.

Unlike the rest of us, Dion clearly didn't care if the world knew he was gay.

We enjoyed the coffee, pastries, and friendship. Chatted and listened to Dion's latest news on the underground Washington D.C. gay scene which was coming more to the surface and how he couldn't get laid lately.

I was delighted that I was actually enjoying the whole conversation about gay things.

There was discussion on what we would do that day and what to do that night. Zach and Andy talked about spending the day in the Mount Vernon area or out in the various parks in the area.

In some ways I was liking the idea of going out and about D.C. and the other was I was 20, just lost my virginity the night before, I hadn't cum in close to 12 hours and I was ready to take Steve home and get to sucking.

Not sure what Steve had in mine but, he asked the group if The Den was open this early. The three other men kind of surged and thought probably and Dion said, "oh dear, going to get that crazy with this newly corrupted Virgin, are you?" Andy gave him a shove and said, "Behave."

Zach looked at Andy and said, "been awhile since we have been there, might spice things up for us." Dion jumped in, "If it is spice in your bed that you need then just take me." They all giggled, and Steve said "well, let's just say some educational accessories might be nice."

The coffee had gotten to me, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. As I came out Steve was standing outside the door. I smiled at him, and he gave me a hard push and I stumbled back into the men's room. Before I could react, he was French kissing me.

I was a bit worried about being in a public restroom with another guy with an unlocked door. And I recalled Dion calling him a risk taker. But I couldn't resist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss just as hard.

It was something he probably should not have done as it got my cock stirring and I got a hard on quickly. I let Steve know that by grabbing his ass and pulling him into me and rubbing my hard on against him. There was no way he could miss it.

We finally separated and Steve said "Sorry, couldn't resist. I've been wanting to kiss you since we got here." I guess I wasn't expecting that and sort or blushed and grinned at him.

I replied "Maybe we ought to get back to your home and continue the festivities in bed"

For a guy that almost turned his car around on the way to Steve's I was getting pretty bold.

Steve let out a sigh and said, "As tempting as that is I think we should wait and go do some shopping" and with that he ushered my disappointed self out of the bathroom. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time as I didn't have to walk through the restaurant with a hard on as it deflated quickly.

Back at the table I found that Dion had gone but the other two were there and settled up with our waitress. Steve asked if they could drop us off at home.

We hopped in the back seat and drove towards one end of 14th street. We were politely chatting about things, and I thought I would see what would happen and reached over and took Steve's hand in mine. He looked at me and smiled. Just two new lovers enjoying each other's company.

Zach and Andy dropped us off on a corner and we made our goodbyes. As we walked, I told Steve I liked his friends and he said "Yeah, when you went to the bathroom, they said they liked you and seemed special." I asked, "Special in riding the short bus to school" and Steve gave me a little shove and said, "Behave."

I couldn't resist and asked, "What about Dion and where did he go?" Steve laughed "Dion is a bit unique for you I guess and no telling where he went but, I could tell that he liked you."

As we got into his place, I was behind him, and I put my arms around his waist and pulled him tight to me. "Am I special to you?" I quizzed and I nibbled on his ear.

He giggled and replied, "In that short bus sort of way you are." I tickled his sides, and he giggled and broke free. He got the door open, and we stumbled inside, and I kicked the door closed with my foot.

He turned to face me, and we went into a deep French kiss and pressed ourselves into each other. I don't know how long we did that but, I started kissing the top of his neck.

"No hickies" he managed to moan out and I worked my way up and nibbled on his ear lobe and then pushed my tongue into his ear canal and he let out a loud sigh and he almost collapsed into my arms.

Great thing about being young is getting hard in a second, when there is a clear opening for sex! I was hard within two seconds of getting inside the house.

I was already leaking precum.

Then a clock in the living room chimed noon. Steve gave me a long kiss and then broke away and pulled me towards the front door.

I was really confused and said, "I thought we were going to have sex." and Steve looked at me and laughed and said, "We will, my love, we will, I promise we will, and you will love every minute of it."

Out the door we went to a bus stop. I was sorely disappointed and very horny, and I so badly wanted to touch and kiss Steve. Deep inside I knew this was more than just sex; I was falling in love with him.

We hopped on a bus, and we really didn't go that far down 14th street but further than why I usually went downtown.

Back in the 1970s a lot of 14th street was a rundown area, with lots of strip joints, porn stores, hookers, and drug dealers. And Insight of the White House.

It could be an exciting and dangerous place to be at night but OK for the most part in the daytime.

We got off a few blocks from the sinful area and I was wondering why and asked what we were doing. Steve replied, "Going to the Den."

The Den turned out to be a store that was set back from the street in sort of a small alcove. and a person would have to look straight at it or be taken there by someone that knew it was there.

As we approached, I noticed a lot of cigarette butts on the ground. Steve stopped and said, "It would probably be best if you didn't come here at night without me, it can get wild back here, I rarely come here at night and haven't in years."

Approaching the store, it was easy to see the bars on the windows. There were two doors, both were all metal. One door had been pulled open and locked down. This door was to prevent breaking into the second door.

All of this was a reminder that we were still in a ghetto that could get rough at times. There was a light above the door and a small window in the second door.

Both doors had heavy locks.

The first thing that got my attention when we went in was the overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke! People that didn't live through the 70s have a hard time today realizing how many people used to smoke indoors.

From the looks of the outside, I was thinking it would be a dark and dingy place, but it was surprisingly well lit.

While the tile floor was well worn, the walls were nicely painted and the whole place for the most part was nicely decorated.

Steve said, "Lots of stores on 14th carry gay porn but, this place caters to gay men especially."

I probably would have figured that out. Large posters of muscled up, bare chested men wearing tiny underwear or thongs were on the walls. Men hugging each other or kissing, no pictures of women.

There were eight racks of sex magazines and the old 8mm reel to reel movies, and the old cheap and badly written paperback books; all were gay or bisexual.

The only women on the covers were on the bisexual or cross-dressing products.

I was walking along the narrow aisles and looking in a bit of wonder at the glossy magazines of all kinds of undressed men, bears, twinks, body builders.

Many of the pictures on the cover often were of men sucking cock or fucking another man.

I picked up one mag and flipped through it. One pictorial had several large men and a twink. One picture had the twink over a bench and he had a cock in each of his holes and one in each hand.

I felt Steve looking over my shoulder and I said, "Lucky him." Steve laughed and said, "Be careful what you wish for." Then he added, "If you want it, I'll buy it for you."

"No need Steve, that is nice but, I couldn't keep this in my dormitory."

For the first time all weekend I remembered I was a man in an organization that didn't tolerate gays. I got nervous again.

Steve calmed my nerves, "So, keep it at my place, we can always look at it together."

With that Steve put his arm around my waist and pulled me tight to him and then he kissed the side of my neck.

For a few seconds I felt the panic come back of perhaps being seen and then I recalled where we were, and I turned and kissed him full on the mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that a single clerk was watching us but only casually.

We continued up and down the aisles looking at the various subject matter of gay sex.

If I looked at something for a few seconds or made a good remark about it, Steve would pick it up and carry it. He quickly had a half dozen magazines in his hands, and he picked up some he liked.