Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 07:18:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Thomas <supercoolguy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Start of Something 6

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblances to reality
including: names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely
coincidental. This story contains explicit sexual contents regarding
consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I
suggest you stop reading now. If not, I hope you will enjoy reading it as
much as I did writing.

The Start of Something 6
T. Vincent

This whole time, I had forgotten about Cam. I felt so guilty that I've been
so lost in this date that I forgot about Cam. I glanced over at Eric who
proceeded to turn the radio down. He smiled, still oblivious who it was
that was calling and just motioned for me to answer it.

"Hey. How are you?" I tried my best to be ambiguous.

"Hey Troy, just wanted to call to tell you that I got here safely. I went
to dinner with some friends."

"Oh okay. Hope you had fun!"

"I did. I'm in my hotel room now. About to head to the shower and then
bed. Pretty worn out this evening. I miss you baby."

Baby? "I miss you too." I glanced over to Eric, who seemed to be
oblivious. Actually, confirmed oblivious because he was checking his
phone. "Well, get some rest tonight."

"I will. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Good-night baby."

"Good night!" I hung up and shoved my phone away. I felt like shit. I
forgot about Cam, misinformed Eric that he wasn't "too late," and now
headed to his house to do God knows what. Eric, meanwhile, had no idea
about anything and directed me to his house. My mind started to wander and
I didn't really pay attention to anything Eric said. I wasn't sure where to
go except for his hand motions. I felt like I was cheating on Cam. I was
pretty sure Cam didn't want me to go out with someone else. But then again,
he never told me that. And besides, it wasn't like I consciously asked Eric
out. He asked me out. I was curious. Cam wouldn't want be that selfish and
irrational and explode over this. And anyways, nothing has happened between
Eric and me yet. It was all harmless flirting and maybe a few confessions,
mainly from Eric's side. I was just having a little fun. I was sure Eric
felt the same way. Then again, Eric wasn't aware of Cam's presence. I
overthought things again. This was just harmless flirting. HARMLESS! That's
all it was.

"You can park in my driveway." I pulled into an impressive house at a dead
end. Judging from the fact that Eric lived alone with his son, the house
was way too big for two people. Eric grabbed his keys and the cheesecake
and led me through his door. I hope the neighbors didn't think I was a
prostitute. As I walked into his house, he asked me to take my shoes off. I
thought only Asian people did that? I obliged as I sized up the house. It
was huge on the inside, clearly too big for a man and his seven year
old. There was a lot of open space and tall ceilings. He should definitely
hang big drapes. Eric came up to me with two glasses of red wine. He
circled behind me and handed me a glass. He rested his chin on my shoulder
and his chest on my back. He liked getting this close to me. I thought it
was cute but entirely physically awkward; after all, he was at least 6'0"
and I was only 5'9".

"You want cheesecake now or a tour of the house?" he kissed my left
cheek. Maybe it was the wine that made my cheeks red.

"Lead the way tour guide." I gestured a direction and he grabbed my empty
hand. We walked to the kitchen in what was the nicest, cleanest kitchen
I've ever seen. Maybe he didn't know how to cook. Either way, the kitchen
looks hardly used. He opened a door in the kitchen that led to his
backyard. He had a pool! I tried to not let the little kid in me emerge and
sipped my wine. He walked me around his backyard and through his flower
garden that surrounded his pool. Then suddenly, he pulled into his arms and
kissed me on the lips. He pressed him body firmly against mine and squeezed
the back of my neck as he pushed his tongue deeper into my throat. We stood
there making out like two teenagers sneaking around their parents' house on
a school night. Finally, one of us relented (not me).

"I've always wanted to do that." Again, I was pretty sure it was the red
wine that made me glow.  "Ever since I was little, I've wanted to kiss
someone in a garden of flowers." Oh... "made me feel like I was in high
school again and was sneaking around." Was he reading my mind?

"Ever since I was little, I wanted to kiss in the pool." What the hell did
I just say? "Oh yeah?"

Um... "Yeah. Don't you?" He didn't answer. He led me towards the pool
hastily. Eric grabbed my glass and set it next to his. Then he untucked his
shirt and unbuttoned it. I felt serious butterflies in my stomach. When he
lifted his shirt, I peeked under; the sight almost made me cream my
pants. My eyes were trailing his pecs and abs. Eric had some very
well-placed body hair. His hair-covered chest had a trail that led down to
a dark line on his abs. Eric didn't have a well-defined six-pack or
anything. But he had abs. I attempted to touch them and he pushed my hand
away.

"Where's yours mister?" he ripped his belt off and placed it next to his
shirt. Then he practically jumped out of his pants and grinned
deviously. He was in his boxers and I was still clothed. I gestured what
appeared to be me sipping wine only to realize there wasn't a glass in my
hand. Eric must've thought I was motioning for something else. His hand
found their way to my top button and within seconds, I was in my white
T. He got in closer and lifted in over my head. I took this opportunity to
feel his chest hair. Albeit I only got a miniscule touch, at least I got
one. He quickly unbuckled my belt and knelt down to pull my pants
off. There I was, in my underwear as he was kneeling in front of me. This
view was fantastic. He smiled at me, probably because I wore my whites. I
stood in front of him half-naked. I couldn't even remember the last time I
stood in front of anyone half-naked. I flinched as Eric' hands grabbed my
waist. I was expecting him to pull my underwear down. Instead, he lifted me
up and tossed me in the pool. Underneath the water, I drank a big gulp and
saw a shadow flew into the water. Then, I felt a similar feeling as Eric
found my waist again and lifted me out of the water. He pushed me towards
the edge of the water and leaned in aggressively. I closed my eyes and felt
a pair of lips on mine. Then it was gone. I opened my eyes and saw him
grinning, "Got your wish!" He dove in the water and swam towards the deep
end. I swam towards him and we spent a few minutes chasing and splashing
each other. Eventually, I found myself in his arms. This time he closed his
eyes. I did not hesitate and attacked his lips with mine. He smiled as we
initiated this intense lip-lock. I forwent all courtesy and protruded my
tongue within his mouth. I wanted this and apparently, so did he. I did not
pull away from him. I wanted to stay in his arms and continue making out
like high school kids. He had other ideas. He swam and pushed me slowly
towards the pool's edge all the while maintaining his lips on mine. I felt
the edge on my back and Eric on my front. His hands caressed my hair and
our tongues dueled. My hands touched Eric everywhere, except a very
important place. I was pretty scared to do so. He flinched multiple times
when I would caress my hands around his neck and his ear lobes. I found his
spots. I moaned several times when my obvious hard-on rubbed his. Several
times, Eric's penis jabbed my hips and crotch and all of those times, I
kissed him harder and more intense. There really were no thoughts in my
head at that point. I relinquished all higher thinking and just focused on
him. I wanted him and now I have him. And it was just wonderful. Suddenly,
he withdrew his lips. What the hell?

"Ha ha, wow. Baby, you need to slow down." Huh? I guess I was too
aggressive. "Oh. Are we moving too quickly?"

He laughed, "No. We're not moving too quickly. You're moving too fast."  My
eyebrows furled. "I meant you need to slow down with that hand there or I'm
going to cum." He nodded towards what was happening underneath the
water. Apparently, my hand had found its way to Eric's penis and was
furiously jacking it. I didn't even realize that I had protruded through
his boxers and was greedily jerking him off. But, even with him telling me,
it didn't stop me from loosening my grip on Eric's penis. I didn't want
to. After all, it was nice. I felt right holding it. It felt right in my
hand. Obviously, he thought so too, otherwise he wouldn't have about to
cum.

"I would never have pegged you to be this aggressive." He pecked me on the
lips. I bit him,

"Well, neither did I. I guess you just bring it out in people." He chuckled
and pulled away. His penis slipped out of my hand. Having noticed my
reflexive disappointment, he immediately swam back towards me and kissed
me. "Don't pout." I wasn't pouting. At least, I wasn't consciously aware I
was pouting. He hugged me, "Aw, don't pout. That face makes me cave. It's
bad enough when my seven year-old does it, now you?" I didn't care if how
he felt right now. If being like a seven year-old would get me what I
wanted, consider it done. And right now, I wanted Eric!

My eyes caught his boxers floating out of the water towards one of the
filters. The sight caused me to giggle uncontrollably. In fact, just the
situation itself forced me into a fluttering hysterical laughter. Eric
must've seen what I saw and quickly grabbed my hips and pushed me towards
the pool steps. He eyed my obvious bulge through my soaked underwear. Eric
leaned in and rested his head on my thigh.

"This is really nice." His sopping wet head curled on my leg. I stroke his
hair and caressed his face. "You know Troy, this alone is nice."

"What is this?"

"Well, just spending time with you." He lay back and rested his back on my
body; I could see his penis floating on the water. "It's not about sex you
know." He looked back at me. I observed all of those expressions on his
face and I could tell he was sincere.

"What is it about then?" He resumed his resting posture and cuddled his
head within my lap, "It's been very lonely for me all of these years. I
felt, you know, just felt lonely." I understood how he felt. For a while, I
felt the same. "It's just nice to be close to somebody; somebody whom I
like and hopefully enjoyed my company." I waded the water around his chest
and scattered the hair. I leaned down and found his lips. Kissing someone
upside-down was definitely awkward but it wasn't by any means
unappealing. Eric broke the kiss and stood up. He grabbed my hand and
pulled me out of the water. I immediately leaned in and attempted another
kiss. He obliged, but it faded quickly. "Let's go take a shower."

We ran quickly through Eric's house and into a shower. Several times I
almost tripped from the wet floor left by Eric's and my soaked body. We
walked into the shower and immediately I found myself slammed against the
wall. A soak of constant water flowed down my face obscuring my sight. Then
Eric's lips caressed mine and his body exerting its dominance over mine. He
ran his hands through my hair and up and down my sides. As soon as Eric's
lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I
had forgotten all about the flow of time at this point. All I felt was his
tender lips, the rough hands caressing every part of my posterior, and an
intense duels initiated by our erect penises. Also, not only had I
forgotten time, I had also forgotten to breath. But I didn't care. I
intended to suffocate Eric with my kiss. I failed. He produced a washrag
and proceeded to soap it up. Slowly, he gestured for me to come out from
under the water and washed my front. Then, I spun and he washed my back;
all of my back. I turned around found Eric on his knees motioning for me to
put on leg on his. I haven't had someone washed me since I was five years
old; this was weird for me. Eric continued to cleanse my body not factoring
in anything in his surroundings, namely me. I decided that I've had enough
and wrapped my arms around him once again. Eric wasn't dumb, he definitely
got the hint. However, he didn't go through with any of my intentions. He
obliged to my advances but at the same time, quickly diminished any
pleasurable factor I drew from them. We got out of the shower and dried
ourselves. My persistent `Eriction' tempted me to advance and perform
things I never thought I was capable. About 120% of me wanted to reach out
and molest whatever part of his body that was exposed. All that prevented
me from assaulting this nude man in front of me was... well, him. Eric
disappeared from the bathroom as I finished toweling. With him gone, I was
finally able to restraint my Eriction just as he reappeared, partially
clothed; he had on his pajama bottoms.

"I think you'd fit my clothes." He handed me a pair of athletic shorts and
a T-shirt.

"Do you have any underwear Eric?"

"Um, I didn't think about that. Just go commando." He said with a devious
smile. I didn't press the matter. The fewer clothes I have on the easier it
would be for him to get me completely naked. "Come on, let's go
downstairs." I followed his lead through the house. I never did notice how
nice it was when we ran through the halls soaked. Having noticed the master
bedroom as we walked past it, I peeked in. Then a dog peeked out at
me. Immediately, I jumped and grasped onto Eric as the dog quickly advanced
towards me.

"Ha ha, down boy."

"Which one?! Me or the dog?!!" I was really afraid of this husky. However,
Eric just held my hand and led me away from the dog and downstairs.

"That's Butters, he's really nice. He just gets excited around cute Asian
guys."

"Butters? Do you name all of your pets after dairy products?" Obviously, I
was blushing from his comment and wanted to avoid it.

He chuckled, "As a matter of fact, yes." Sometimes I wonder who was more
vague: Eric or Cam. Wait, Cam. No, that wasn't an answer. I felt fear and
anxiety about how Cam would react if he knew that I was here with Eric. I
wished I didn't feel so guilty. On the other hand, how would Eric react if
he knew about Cam? I was sure I wasn't capable of lying or perpetuating
some sort of façade with dating two men at the same time. Not that I would
want to. But...

"One slice or two?" Eric waved the plate at me.

"Just one for now."

"Okay. Get the two wine glasses in the cabinet behind you. You want red or
white baby?"

Why was everyone calling me baby today? "Red is fine, I'll get it!"

We sat down on the sofa and enjoyed the dessert. I couldn't exactly sit
next to Eric thanks to a husky that wedged itself right between us. Eric
shooed Butters away and pushed himself closer to me. We ate in silence
except for the a few yums and oohs. After we were done Eric set the plates
aside and pulled me into his body. I lay on him as we sat there, with no
words exchanged. He sipped his wine and rubbed my chest. This was really
comfortable.

"Why did you cry when I asked you to go out with me?"

I felt that fear again. I paused for what felt like an eternity for me
before answering, "I was afraid that you might hurt me."

He fell silent momentarily. Then I felt his body shifted, "Why?"

His question stirred vulnerability inside of me again. As irrational as it
sounded, what if telling him the truth could make things worse. I couldn't
think of any reasons why it would make things worse. I hope it
wouldn't. "Well, um... when I was young, I was bullied by a guy named
Eric. It was pretty traumatic for me. Anyways, you reminded me of
him. That's all."

Eric tilted my head and kissed me. Immediately, I forgot everything we
talked about. He released the lip-lock to find me stammering in
gibberish. His gentle eyes gazed at me, "I promise whatever bad things that
that Eric did, I could make them all better." He flipped me off his body
and dominated over me. I felt his lips and his body pressed onto mine and
freed any objection or fear I had. Laying there making out with Eric was
worth everything I've endured. He was right. This was definitely better!

He lay on top of me for what seemed to be a blissful millennium. Our
tongues dueled and our lips ensnared each other's. My hands moved lower and
lower and found their way underneath his pajama pants. He didn't seem to
mind. I felt this was the appropriate time. It was bad enough that I've
been left sexually frustrated for over a week. Now that there was this hot
man on top of me, why wouldn't I take advantage of the situation?
Regardless, Eric probably wanted it just as much as I did. And he can have
it. He broke our kiss and gasped for air.

He spoke irregularly through his heavy yearning for oxygen, "Troy that
was... that was great." Then why the hell did you stop?

"Listen, why don't we head to bed?" And FUCK! "And slow things down a bit."
Okay, that wasn't what I had in mind at all. Eric was probably about to
blow his load; I know I was. I mustered a whispered and he helped me off
the couch. We went upstairs and I jumped straight into his bed. He just
smiled. I wasn't wearing much and hastily undressed. Eric on the other
hand, was not as impatient as I was. He crawled into bed and proceeded to
kiss me. My hands aimed straight for his genitals. The touch immediately
caused him to flinch. He withdrew his lips and caressed my hair.

"Baby," there that was again, "I really enjoyed spending time with you."
That was good to know.

"I did too."

"But... I want to take things a bit slower." What?! "It's not that I don't
want to have sex with you. I do." Then take off your pants and fuck
me. "But I want don't want to jump into that first."

"Oh, well, we don't have to do anything if you don't feel right." Why did I
say that? For once Troy!! Be selfish!

"It's like I said earlier. It's not about sex. I really want your
company. And I..." I stopped him immediately. At this point, I decided that
it wasn't worth it to push for this idea. As much as I wanted to have sex
with him, I also enjoyed his company. Besides, I was pretty sure that
eventually we would have sex. I've waited twenty plus years, I didn't mind
waiting a bit longer.

"I completely understand. Let's just enjoy each other's company. And when
you feel ready, we can do more." I have this speech down pat since I gave
it before not too long ago. Why in the world did I find two gay men with
the least interest in sex? Well, at one of them at the moment anyways. But
it was okay. I was not about to completely disregard a guy because his main
priority wasn't sex. It wasn't like I was completely callous and
superficial. I just hated having to give this stupid understanding speech
again. Eric however, afflicted by my emotional understandings, proceeded to
snuggle me and tousled my hair. He smelled nice.

We lay there and stopped talking for a while. The entire time we lay
side-by-side caressing each other and exchanging Eskimo kisses. Once in a
while, someone's lips (mine) accidentally wandered over to another's just
to check for their presence. Other times, someone's hands (mine) would
inadvertently molest another's butt cheeks and genitalia. Again, that was
merely for confirmation purposes. Slowly, I advanced closer and closer to
him until our chests met. Way I figured it, we might not have sex yet but I
sure could try. I could hear moans and long drawn out breaths as I slowly
attempted to achieve my prior goals. Suddenly, I felt fur wedge between
us. Then a wet tongue across my face and a husky plopped itself between us.

"Sorry baby." Eric picked up the dog and threw it out of his room. He came
back to bed and got closer to me once again. "He's a bit jealous. Usually,
he's the only male in bed with me."

I didn't respond. The moment Eric lay back down I got on top of him. I laid
my lips deep into his neck, sating on the fragrance and taste. I heard his
moaning once again. This was my cue to initiate my lustful desires. I
traced my tongue slowly and delicately from his neck to his nipples. On my
route there, I basked in the texture of his body hair, letting my face be
massaged. Once I found his nipple, I bit on it with fierce determination,
having desired to illicit a response from him. I got my wish. He gasped and
adjusted his hips to the initial pain. I waited for him to settle down
before I restarted my blatant come-on. My tongue flickered, bathed, and
suckled his erect nipples. I alternated my tongue and fingers between each
one, often made him moan and flinch. At this point, I wanted Eric to just
lie there. I wanted to take advantage of his body. I wanted to take my
years of pent up sexual frustration out on him. And he was not going to
stop me. I slowly ventured my hands to his pajamas and slid them off with
one quick motion. No protest. I released my suction on his nipples, with
immediate reluctance that was met with complaint, and trailed my tongue
down to his penis. Finally, there it was, hard and erect in front of my
face. Eric had a great penis (in my eyes at least). I haven't seen many
penises in person but this one was definitely tops. It stood there in front
of me, enticing my lips. It curved a bit to the left and upward. There was
a wicked vein snaking along its side. Whatever remnant of his foreskin was
soaked heavily with precum. The clear viscous liquid tempted to me judge
its taste. In the process, I accidentally swallowed the head of his penis
and cause Eric's body to shudder. I got overly ambitious and took his
entire length down my throat. Unsuccessfully, attributable to my completely
lack of experience and overambitious nature, I choked and gagged. I let off
his spit and mucus soaked penis and stared at it with my watered eyes. Eric
was completely oblivious to my reflexes and put his hand on the back of my
head. Slowly but firmly, he urged me again to try out the taste of his
dick. This time, I had assistance. Once again, I enveloped his entire shaft
down my throat. The choking didn't let up. But the sensation was much
better. I got a nose-full of pubic hair and the scent nearly made me
cream. Slowly I began to bob up and down on his shaft. I thought about what
the guys did in the pornos and tried my best to emulate their
actions. Whatever happened to taking things slowly Eric? Hungrily, I
engulfed his penis in my mouth and savor every sensation possible at that
point. Now I know why guys like to suck dick. The taste of man and musk
drove me insane. The hard and rigid veins lay on my tongue and deviously
enticed me to further my oral fixations. I sucked and sucked; savoring
every drop of precum Eric produced. I didn't care if my jaw was aching or I
started to gag or the tears rolling down my eyes blurred my vision. I only
cared about satisfying my needs on his penis. Slowly, Eric's moans subsided
and instead, replaced by low, guttural groans. He started thrusting his
hips and lodging his penis deeper into my throat. His breath became erratic
and short. He gasped for air and grabbed the back of my head. With one
swift motion, he simultaneously lanced his hips upward and pressed my head
down on his shaft. I felt spurts going down my throat. I gagged and choked
while Eric loudly orgasmed. He suffocated on the air and sputtered
everywhere. I staved off his penis and took numerous deep breaths in order
to regain my consciousness. I didn't spill a drop.

I sat up and looked down at the beautiful man lying in front of me. He was
breathless and weak. His arms flayed out and his leg spread. I ran my hands
up and down his sweat covered thighs, casually petted his exposed, bright
red penis. I barely touched the head and Eric jumped, almost writhed in
excruciating pain. He immediately withdrew his penis from my touch. After
he recovered, he lay there and stared at me; whether this was the look of
satisfaction or shame I didn't care. I got what I wanted. For several days
I've been sexually frustrated. Not only have I lost concentration and
logical thoughts over not being able to have sex with Cam, I've been
completely pissed off at everybody for it. And now, I have a beautiful,
sexy, and downright vulnerable man in front of me; I did what I deserved. A
few hours ago I was fine with taking things slow. Guess what? People
change.

"Wow. That was... I don't know what to say." Eric stuttered. "That
was... just... really intense."

I lay my naked body on his and leaned closer to his lips. Every drop of his
sweat seeped into my body and I hungrily absorbed it. I didn't want him to
talk right now. "Shh. Let's just lay here." My lips met his and we got lost
in time once again. I didn't remember anything else that happened with
Eric. I recalled him telling me so much for taking things slow. But I
corrected him. I let him know that as far as taking things fast, that would
be it. We won't go further than that until he was ready. I wished he
understood my intentions. I drifted off to sleep and dreamt in his arms. I
was happy.

If there was ever a noise in this world that I hated it was that of a
ringing phone when I was cuddling with a guy. Eric had held me the majority
of the night. He spooned me and nested his face within the back of my
neck. Once in a while, his breathe felt like a nice breeze across my neck
and my nerves exhilarated from the sensation. I placed the phone next to my
ear and met Jesse's voice. Eric was still sleeping deeply.

"Troy!!! Where the hell are you? Are we not having brunch today?"

Damn it. I had completely forgotten about our Saturday rituals. "Hey
Jesse. Sorry but I will have to rain check for today." I whispered as not
to wake Eric.

"You're in someone's bed aren't you?" How the hell did he know?!

"What are you talking about?"

"Man, you moved fast. I never thought you'd sleep with Cam that quickly."

Then, a voice sent chills down my spine. A shivering cold that I thought
froze me from ever moving.

"Cam? Who is Cam?"

Shit!

To be continued...

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