Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 10:31:18 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 4)

He and I

This is a story from two perspectives, mine and my future lover's.  It is
fictional, aspirational, and hot. Hope you like it.  I'd appreciate any
feedback and suggestions.  My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com).  People
call me Drew.

Part 4 – An admission

Me:

A cold front passed through over the weekend and it was a cold day on
Tuesday.  More a sweater day than a T-shirt one.  Sean's office door
immediately opened to my knock.  He welcomed me with a broad smile, closed
the door and we hugged.

"First, I owe you an apology Andrew."

I said, "For what?"

"For being such a basket case last time.  For carrying on like I did.  I
don't know what came over me."

"It came over us both.  Pretty wild, huh?!  Incidentally, if yu want me to
call you Sean, could you call me Andy?  Just between us."

"Sure.  Andy.  Anyway, if we're going to continue seeing each other I think
we should get to know each other better."

"Seems good to me.  What do you want to know?" I asked tentatively.

He asked me if I were gay, and I said I thought so, since I only was
sexually attracted to guys.  He asked me if I ever had sex with other guys,
and I asked him what exactly he meant.

Sean said, "Well, have you ever had or given fellatio?"

I asked him what `fellatio' meant?  He said, "Sucking someone else's cock
or had yours sucked."

"Hell no! And nobody has ever stuck their prick up my ass, either.  Though
I sometimes like to think about those things.  I guess I'm what you might
call a virgin."

"Well believe it nor not, so am I," he admitted.  And we both laughed
nervously.

"Do you mind me being so frank about this?" he asked, adding "These are
dangerous times, if you get my drift."

I had heard about AIDS, so I knew what he was getting at.  This talk was
exciting me, but it was time to ask some questions of my own.

"How about you, Sean. Are you gay?"

"I don't really know.  Possibly, since I am so attracted to you.  But
frankly I like women, too.  Joyce, my wife, and I have good sex.   I could
be bisexual, I guess. This is really the first time I've lusted after a
real guy, though pictures of nude men have always turned me on, if they
were attractive."

" I feel the same way, but am new to this."

"Well, so am I.  When did you first realize you were gay?"

I told him that even when I was 8 or so I found other boys attractive, and
when I was 12 or so a friend of mine, Justin, and I liked to go off and rub
each other's penises to make them hard.  This continued for a few years,
often while flipping through Justin's father's Playboys.  I really liked
the mutual stimulation, though the pictures of naked women didn't turn me
on.

"Earlier I thought you might have considered that as `having sex' with
another guy," I added.

"By the time I started high school I masturbated a lot, the images of my
naked fellow swimmers often in mind, though I never let on to them.  Too
many nasty remarks about faggots kept me quiet" I admitted.  I didn't tell
Sean that when he came to coach the team last fall, his image replaced any
of my teammates as the chief object of my fantasies.

It was great to talk so openly and honesty about something I had never told
another soul.

"But, if we are going to get to better know each other, er, physically we
are going to have to wait till you graduate.  As much as I want to, and oh
do I want to, I just can't bring myself to take that step till then.  It's
going to make the rest of this month and May very painful for me.  I'm
sorry.  I suppose chastity is like that."

Sean then told me about an incident that happened to him when he was around
13: "Kevin Kelly and I became alter boys at St. Patrick's, and Father
McCarthy, a young and new priest in the parish trained us.  He was really
friendly.  Each week we'd change into our vestments before mass.  He helped
us.  Once he asked us to take our clothes off including our underwear, but
we laughed at him and refused.  He wasn't so friendly to us after that, and
we quit being alter boys.  I didn't feel any attraction to him.  In
retrospect I think his chastity must have been a great burden for him."

"But I know that when our chastity ends it will have been worth it," Sean
said hopefully, putting his hand on my knee.  He leaned over to me and we
kissed.

That was fine by me.  My attraction for him was changing to one of really
liking him.  He was becoming a lot more than an object of attraction, he
was becoming a real friend.

"So Andy, next Friday, come on by, and tell me all about your family,
okay?  And I'll tell you about mine." he said.

Sean:

This was getting serious.  I felt quite embarrassed by last Friday's
meltdown.  Tuesday finally arrived. When Andrew (he asked me to call him
Andy) came by I was just happy that he showed.  I apologized for last
Friday, but he seemed unfazed.

I realized we didn't know much about each other, and took this opportunity
to talk frankly.  First about sex.  I just dove in and talked to him man to
man.  He had about the same amount homosexual experience as I did; that is
very little.  We were both homo-virgins, to coin a term.  With AIDS around,
that was a good thing.

I guess I am kind of moralistic, but I was determined not to go any further
with Andy till he graduated.  This `chastity' period would give us some
time to get to know each other as more than sex objects, which I think will
be a good, although frustrating, exercise.  It's sort of like putting off
having something special for a day or two, or in this case almost six
weeks, and then enjoying it all the more when we do it.  But it's going to
be hard.

I must have had a hard-on most of this last weekend thinking of Andrew (now
`Andy').  I longed to fully consummate our `friendship.'  That would happen
at the end of May.