Playing with Guys

"I just wanted to keep it fun, you know, for everybody. Football was a break from farming for me... my only real chance to get away."

"He said nothing seemed to shake you."

"Hmph. What would he think if he saw me crying like a baby in the shower a little bit ago?"

"I hope he would have seen an amazing guy, who happened to be struggling and not been a dick to you."

I shook my head, unable to see Coach being supportive about me being gay. Michael continued, "The point of me bringing that up is to tell you that you are strong enough to survive being gay. You are, Nate."

He massaged my thigh, watching my face for a reaction. My body definitely reacted to his touches and his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. The corners turned up into a knowing smile, and he let out a throaty groan.

"What are you waiting for?"

I looked him in the eyes but didn't answer his question. Truth be told, I guess I was scared. There was no going back after this, was there? I mean, we had already rubbed cocks, but for some reason, kissing seemed more intimate to me. In my mind, kissing a guy would solidify I was gay.

"I never kissed anybody before."

"You mean a guy, right?"

I hesitated. "No, I mean anybody."

He blinked in the way someone does when they've just heard something crazy.

Finally, after the longest minutes of my life, he spoke. "How... how did you explain that to your classmates? I mean you're a great-looking guy, Nate. Didn't they wonder?"

"Just one more lie I told to protect my secret. I said I had a serious girlfriend in my county. Said she lived on a neighboring farm, but went to a different school."

"Wow, Nate." He shook his head, frowning. "That must be hard, feeling like you need a cover story with your friends."

I shrugged. "Worst thing that happened was the other guys ragged on me for being whipped over a girl."

Thinking about that kiss I'd never had, I returned my gaze to his mouth. Curiosity took over and I lifted my thumb to trace his lips. Unexpectedly, he leaned in and sucked my thumb into his mouth. He proceeded to work my thumb with his mouth and tongue like one would work a dick during a blowjob. Dang, this was hot!

My cock was aching something awful. Something had to give or I would burst my jeans. I needed to either do this or get the heck out. So, gathering all the courage I could muster, I pulled my thumb out of his mouth and mashed my mouth against his. It was a pretty rough first kiss as I felt his teeth press against my lips. I started to retreat, but his hand came around the back of my head and kept my mouth against his.

Awkwardness quickly vanished and we found our rhythm. I opened my eyes and found his eyes were open too. Jesus, he's driving me crazy! Closing my eyes again, I went all in, making out with him like this was the only kiss I'd ever get. Our tongues were roughly tasting one another, exploring every part of our mouths.

I broke our kiss, panting, feeling out of control. "Michael--"

"Nate, it's ok," he said, resting his forehead against mine. "How do you feel?"

"I freaking love this feeling."

"Kissing is almost my favorite part, Nate. It can set the mood for fucking. Can be slow," he said and leaned in for a gentle, soft kiss. "Or fast and passionate," he continued, mashing his lips hard against mine and deeply tonguing me.

I don't know how long we made out, but I was pretty good at it by the time he pulled away.

"Hey, let's take this slow tonight. We won't fuck, but how about I give you a blow job?"

I was taking a drink of my Coca-Cola and choked, not expecting the directness of his offer.

He clapped me on the back and smiled, "You know what a blow job is, right?"

"Yeah, of course. Never had one of those either though."

"Well, time for the next step in your awakening," he said, squeezing my hand.

"Okay, but I don't think I'll last long. I'm already pretty excited just thinking about it and I just came a little bit ago, remember?"

He chuckled. "Oh, I remember, and no better compliment to me than you blowing your load in a minute flat."

"Hey, I'll last more than a minute!"

"We'll see," he winked.

He led me to the living room and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, then pulled them down to my knees. With a big push from him, I fell backward, my butt landing on the couch. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to get onto his knees and grab hold of my cock. When it finally happened and he stroked me, my world stopped and all other thoughts left my head -- my big head, that is.

I then learned getting head felt better than my own handjob -- a whole lot better. I lost my mind as one of his hands firmly gripped my base while his mouth worked my head. Dang, I was in Heaven!

"God, Michael!"

"Feel good?" he came up for air to ask.

"Don't stop!"

He smiled, then took me back inside his mouth, tonguing my head, sucking me hard. I wanted this to last a while but knew it wouldn't. My insides were already churning. Dick throbbing. Balls tingling. My butt wouldn't stay put and I started thrusting in his mouth, driving him to suck me faster.

He pulled me out and looked up at me. "I could make you wait, you know?"

"Bastard!"

He laughed, obviously enjoying my desperation. His mouth took pity on me I guess and sucked me back inside. Immediately, I was thrusting again. Reaching down and gripping his head, I was able to push in further.

I ain't ever felt anything like-- "Michael!"

He swallowed me down his tight throat and it was all over. The dam burst and I came. No telling how much shot out and I guess I should have been concerned about if he wanted all my cum in his mouth or not, but he didn't move, so I let it happen.

My body shook then sunk into the couch cushions, completely spent. Probably as much from the apprehension I had bottling up my system that was now relieved. It was a few minutes before my breathing returned to normal and I could open my eyes to see him wiping my leaking cum off his chin.

xxXxx

My mind snapped back to the present just as the sun dipped its last ray below the horizon. I was left in total darkness, searching for a light to lead me back to the road. Funny there wasn't a single star in the sky tonight. I guess some might have thought that was some kind of deep message or something, but I didn't wanna think about it. So, I just sat still until my eyes adjusted and could find my truck.

After turning on the headlights, I took one last look at the farmland surrounding me, and decided, then and there, I was sticking to what I'd said. I wasn't coming back until my parents accepted me -- all of me. Just couldn't go back in the closet. I just couldn't. Thinking about Michael, my stomach flipped again. Things with him felt too darn good to give him up.

Trouble was, I was now homeless.

xxXxx

Michael speaks...

He'd been gone a long time, and I'd worn a path in the carpet, pacing and running to the window every five minutes looking for his truck. Did I make a mistake? Maybe it was too soon for him to come out to his parents.

We started dating after that first night in my apartment four months ago. Now, Nate had just graduated high school and was headed to the local college in the fall. We were tired of hiding our relationship and I thought this summer was a good time for him to tell his parents. Maybe not. For me, coming out to my parents was a relief, but according to him, his parents were... different. The secrets -- they had just seemed to weigh him down so much.

I forced myself to the couch to sit down. Needing something to help pass the time, I turned on the tv. Wouldn't you know it -- football! Another reminder of Nate. I couldn't help thinking about the first time we had sex. Smiling, I closed my eyes to get a clear picture of him. Damn, he has no idea how sexy he is.

He was at my apartment again. It had been about two weeks since our first sexual encounter. I wanted to take things slow and let him get comfortable with what we had been doing so far. He was the first virgin I'd been with and I didn't take that lightly. His first time needed to be special for him.

We were making out on my bed and talking in between kisses, when he suddenly pushed up on his elbow and said, "Michael, I wanna have sex with you."

I was somewhat surprised, but I guess I shouldn't have been. It was a natural progression to what'd we'd been doing. "Are you sure? You're ready, you think?"

He leaned in and kissed me. "I think about you all the time. I really want this, love all these feelings when I'm with you."

I kissed him back and whispered, "I would love nothing more than to have sex with you, Nate."

His face turned apprehensive -- a look I had seen with each new experience I had with him.

"So... how do we do this?" he asked.

Damn, he's so vulnerable and I need to be very careful with him. I kissed him again. "Well, when you have fantasized about fucking, which one are you?"

"Hmm. Well, I guess... hmm... I think I'm doing the fuckin'. Cause I see myself on top looking down at your face, making sure you feel good."

My dick hardened. "Nate, fuck, you're turning me on." I kissed him passionately, grinding our dicks together. He's so sweet all the time. And his emotional side translates into a very passionate lover.

"I really want, noneed, to have sex with you," he broke our kiss and whispered.

"Me too." I kissed him again, roughly tonguing him.

He broke away again, "I hope I'm good at it."

"Baby, how could you not be?"

He smiled and ate my face this time. He'd been insecure, understandable for a virgin, but gets worked up very easily and quickly, then loses himself in it. So fucking sexy!

"I can go both ways, Nate, but I think you should start on top. We can try me fucking you some time if you want, but for your first time, my instinct says you need to be in the driver's seat."

"I don't want to hurt you. Won't it hurt?"

"It can at first, but if you start slowly and use plenty of lube, it won't."

"Okay, Michael."

"I think I should be on my knees and I will tell you what to do. Once everything gets comfortable, just experiment, Nate. Find what feels good to you. Try different speeds, whatever."

"Dang it, I'm so horny, Michael. Feel my dick."

He brought my hand to his thick cock and I squeezed it. He was my thickest partner yet and I did wonder how he would feel buried in my ass.

"I won't last long."

"Ha! Don't worry about that. It's a compliment to me, remember? And you are lasting longer on blow jobs. Up to two minutes now, right?"

"Bastard! I last longer than two minutes." He rolled over on top of me and thrust his hard-as-a-rock dick against my belly. Yep, he's definitely going to be a top.

We wrestled a little and I finally got out from under him and on my knees. I needed him now, or my cock was going to burst.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, "Move behind me, Nate."

He looked at my ass and his chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, but he seemed stuck to the sheets.

"Nate, it's okay. Trust me."

He moved behind me and hesitantly took one of his hands and rubbed my right ass cheek.

"Jesus," he said.

I reached for the lube on the nightstand and tossed it to him.

"Rub this on your cock and squirt it between my crack too."

He did what I asked and moaned. I was on my knees and balancing with my cheek against the mattress while I reached back and spread my ass cheeks.

"Just rub your cock around my opening a little bit, Nate, and gently push in a little."

The lube was running down my crack and I felt his wet cock fumbling around my opening. Fuck! My dick was gonna explode before he could even get inside if I didn't focus.

"Push in."

I felt him. Fuck, did I feel him. My hole held him tight.

"Jesus, Michael!" He panted. "I never felt something squeezing my dick so good. Will it fit?"

"It will. It opens up once you get past the opening, Nate. Push some more. Gently."

He pushed, not so gently, and was in a couple of inches. "Fuck!" I couldn't help but cry out. Fuck, he stretched me out.

"Sorry! Pull back?"

"Do not move."

He moved anyway. And moved some more. "Michael, I'm gonna cum. Dang, this feels so good!"

"Stop moving, Nate. Just hold it there till the feeling passes."

Nate panted loudly like a woman in labor, then slowed his breathing.

"It feels like nothing else I ever felt, Michael. It feels really really good."

I smiled into the mattress, trying hard not to spurt yet. I had my own struggles with control at the moment. I felt every inch of his fat dick massaging my insides.

"Okay, move, Nate. Just take it slow, get used to the feelings. Then, let loose as hard as you want, don't worry about me right now. You feel incredible inside me! Incredible!"

He thrust, pulled back, thrust again deeper, and repeated, giving me more of him with each thrust. Then, he hit that spot. The one that drives me fucking crazy.

"Nate, that feels incredible," I mumbled. "You're... amazing." I fell into a stupor and there'd be no more coaching from me. He was on his own now.

Our grunts and slapping skin filled the room. He found his rhythm and I tried not to be knocked unconscious by the headboard. Nate was a strong one and that dick of his filled me so good. He varied his thrusts and angles, getting a feel of every inch inside me.

Then, a stinging slap struck my ass. I jerked my head back around and was met with a confident, aroused Nate.

"Fuck, Nate." My dick was definitely going to explode in a spectacular way.

Smack! Smack! Smack! I knew it. I was right about what kind of lover he'd be once he gained some confidence.

"Fuck me, Nate! Fuck me harder!" My fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white. Nerves fired everywhere from my thighs to my stomach.

His grunts turned to growls and his fingers dug into my hips, holding me to him while he fucked my ass like a charging bull. My body started to shake as my orgasm came rushing towards me. "I'm cumming!" I spurted again and again on the sheets. His thrusting stopped for a minute, then I yelled, "Don't stop! Cum!"

He resumed his fucking and quickly closed in on his own orgasm. Grunts came closer together. Force of thrusts hit me even more powerful than before. My hand reached back to stroke his muscled thighs dripping with sweat. I was still coming down from my orgasm when he yelled out my name.

We detached and clung to each other, pillow-talking for at least an hour. He cried and I cried too. I knew then I was falling in love with him. That night a sexual beast was unleashed. He wanted sex of some kind every time we got together. Sixty-nine was a favorite of his. Me, I didn't care as long as some part of us were touching one another.

A knock at my door woke me from my memory. I knew it was him and raced to the door. When I opened the door, Nate was standing there exuding sadness. His expression said it all.

"That good, huh?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He could only nod, jaw set, trying to control his emotions.

I moved to the side so he could come in. As soon as the door was closed, I pulled him against me and his tears fell. My heart broke seeing him like this. No one, especially not someone as loving as Nate, should ever be made to feel this kind of shame and pain.

"I need you," he choked out.

I led him to my bedroom and removed his and my clothes. Pulling back the covers, I guided him into the bed and wrapped him around me - our arms and legs tangled together. It seemed he couldn't get close enough, needed that intimate skin-on-skin contact. He cried and talked and I just listened. No sex, just me kissing his face, rubbing his back, holding him tightly, and listening.

xxXxx

We pulled up to my house and I was relieved to see Daddy's truck gone. I had picked this time, assuming he'd be on the other side of the farm, working in the fields.

Michael gave my hand a final squeeze before we separated a little and walked up to the front door. It had been a month since I'd been here and come out to my parents. Michael thought it would be a good idea for us to make contact with Mama, show her I'm okay, and let her see us together.

"Mama?" I called once inside the front door.

"Nathan!" She came rushing in from the kitchen and attacked me with a big hug. It took a minute for her to notice Michael and pull back.

"Mama, this is--" I took a deep breath, 'my boyfriend, Michael."

Her face twisted around in an assortment of emotions before she settled on a disapproving expression. Before she could speak, Michael smiled warmly and reached out his hand, "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

Michael is charming, just one of the things I love about him. Her eyes softened some at his politeness and she took his hand, giving it a quick shake, before pulling back.

"Mama, I came by hoping we could talk if that's okay with you?"

Her eyes shifted between me and Michael, but then she nodded and headed towards the kitchen, us following behind. The kitchen table had always been our place for serious talking.

"Would you like some lemonade? Just made some."

"Michael, you have to try some of Mama's lemonade. Nobody makes it like her."

"Then, I must try it," he said, flashing her another smile.

Mama poured us a couple of glasses and brought them to the table and we all sat down.

"Are you okay?" she asked me as I took my first sip.

"I'm... good. Better than I was."

She looked relieved then turned her attention to Michael. "How old are you?"

Here we go...

"I'm twenty-three years old, ma'am. I just finished college last year and work in health and fitness now. I do private training, work at a gym, and help some local sports teams in the area."

I think he was waiting for a response from her, but she said nothing, just kept staring at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. She obviously wanted him to feel her disapproval.

"That's how I met your son. I was helping out his football team in spring training this year."

"So, you fish for boys while you are supposed to be helping with training?"

"Mama!"

Michael put his hand up. "Nate, your mama and I need to say some things to each other. Please let us."

"Ma'am, no, I don't make a habit of picking up boys on the teams I help. And Nate is nineteen years old now -- no longer a boy."

As predicted, she steepled her fingers and looked up at the ceiling.

"Your son is special. I was attracted to him by his strong work ethic and the bright light he is to others on his team." He paused, waiting for a reaction. He got one as she glanced my way and smiled, obviously liking him pointing out something positive about me. "And what you were about to do there hurts him deeply."

"Praying?" Uh, oh, gone was her smile again.

"Yes. He's still trying to recover from your prayers during his last visit."

"I prayed for my son!"

"You prayedat your son. There's a big difference."

Oh no. This is dangerous ground with Mama. "Michael--"

"Nate, please," he interrupted. "We need to say some things." He turned his attention back towards my feisty Mama, who was now skewering him with her holy eyeballs. "Would it surprise you to know I am a Christian, ma'am?"

"You've read the Bible? The whole thing?"

"Yes, cover to cover. And there are very different tones between the Old and New Testaments. I focus more on the teachings of Jesus. You know, I never saw Jesus turn away anyone. Did you?"

Mama sat back in her chair and thought a minute, then leaned towards him with conviction. "Well, no, but what y'all are doing is a sin!"

Oh, Jesus, I squirmed in my seat now.

Michael replied in a calm voice, "For the sake of argument, what if it is? If we both take Jesus as our Lord and Savior, aren't we going to Heaven? Aren't all sins forgiven? Don't we all sin?"