Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 13:21:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Kyle Bryson <bryson.kyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Step At A Time - 10

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"Full disclosure," I said as Ryan was driving back to my house.  "I had sex
with a girl from one of my classes last week."  Ryan's face fell a little.
"She came-on to me after class... actually just asked me straight out to go
back to her dorm and fuck her."  Ryan just kept driving.  "Crazy thing
is... I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time."

"Why?" Ryan asked me.

"Why what?"

"Why couldn't you stop thinking about me?"  His face was difficult to read.

I shrugged.  "I don't know.  That image of you kneeling behind me in your
bathroom... I told you I couldn't stop thinking about THAT... but I think
what happened with us this morning shows me what was under the
surface... about my feelings for you, I mean."

"Well, thanks for telling me, but it's in the past.  You didn't need to
tell me," Ryan said.

"Here's where I'm going with telling you that...  I want us to go get
tested so we can be with each other without condoms," I said.  "I wore a
condom with that girl - and I always have, ALWAYS - but it's different with
us and I'd really like to lose the condoms... if you're ok with it."

Ryan was silent for a bit and I didn't want to interrupt his thoughts.  "We
can do that... I mean, we SHOULD get tested anyway, but - are you going to
show me your results?"

"Of course.  What's the purpose of this if we're not open with each other?"

"I'm not too worried about this - I know I'm clean - but you just said you
jumped in the sack with someone last week... now you're talking about not
using condoms, so... I just want us to be safe with each other and if you
cheat on me..."

I interrupted him and put my hand on his arm.  "Ryan, I'm not like that.
That's not who I am.  I don't cheat.  If there are problems we work them
out or we go our separate ways, but I'm not the type of guy who gets his
rocks off with an anonymous chick just because there's a problem with my
girl- I mean, boyfriend."

We both laughed at my slip up.  "Sorry about that," I said.

"It's ok," he said.  "And I guess I just a little moment of
insecurity... that's all."

We stopped at a red light and I turned to him.  "C'mere," I said.  He
leaned over and I kissed him... a passionate kiss and I felt instantly
horny for him as I moved my hand to the back of my his head and pulled his
face tighter into mine.

*HONK, HONK*

We both jumped and laughed.  Ryan looked to see that the light was green
and did an 'apologetic wave' to the person behind us as he moved through
the intersection.

"So, we can get tested on campus or go to the health department.  I'll find
out which way is faster, then we can go together.  How's that sound?" he
said, continuing the conversation.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

We turned a few more corners and Ryan got a weird look on his face.

"I think that guy that honked is following us," Ryan said.

I turned around to look.  "Oh, shit."

"What?"

"It's my roommate, Cam," I said.  "Shit.  We've been very close friends
since high school.  I'll bet he recognizes your car from last night... but
even if he doesn't, it looks like he's heading home, too."

My palms started sweating and my chest tightened as I tried to stay calm.
I knew I would tell my roommates about Ryan eventually, but I was just
caught in the act.  'Eventually' had just come a lot sooner than I
expected.

We turned onto our street and I looked back to see that Cam wasn't behind
us, but - as we parked I saw that he was turning onto the street.

"Let's go in," I said and we were almost to the door when Cam pulled into
the driveway.

My other roommates were in the kitchen - Bryce and his girlfriend were
making pizzas and Evan, our other roommate, was sitting at the bar talking
to them.  We'd just gotten to the kitchen when I heard the front door slam
shut hard.

"What the fuck was THAT?" Cam yelled from the foyer.

I looked at Ryan nervously.  Cam came right up to me, but stayed far enough
back that he didn't totally invade my personal space.  Though we'd never
fought, he knew better than to challenge me physically.

"What the fuck was that and who the fuck is HE?" Cam asked pointing at
Ryan, his breathing very heavy.

"What's going on?" Bry asked wiping his hands, ready to break-up what
seemed to be a fight in progress.  His girlfriend, Julie, also started
paying attention.

"I just saw these two kissing," Cam said to Bryce and everyone else.  "Who
is this, Marc, and WHAT THE FUCK is going on?"  I'd known Cam for almost 8
years and had seen him mad plenty of times. This wasn't so much 'mad' as it
was extreme shock.

I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.  "This is Ryan," I said as
calmly as I could muster.  "He's my boyfriend."

Jaws dropped.  Julie actually dropped something she had in her hands and it
hit the floor with a clang.

"W-w-what?" Bryce said.

"When the fuck did you turn gay?" Cam asked me.

"I'm not gay, Cam ," I said, though it sounded funny after what I'd just
proclaimed.

Evan spoke up - "Did you just say 'this is my boyfriend' and 'I'm not gay'
in the same breath?  What the hell does that mean, Marc?"

I looked at Ryan, thought of the t-shirt again and smiled at him.  "I don't
know really how to explain this... it's kinda' jumbled in my head too, so
give me a sec, ok?"  They nodded.  I closed my eyes, shook my head a bit,
then opened them again.  "I've known Ryan for a while, but we've been
getting to know each other better lately and... I just... I like him.  I
don't know how else to explain it."

Cam looked at Ryan.  "Ryan, I've been friends with Marc for A LONG time, so
this is nothing against you, bro," then he looked back at me, "but when the
fuck did this happen?  And how can you say you're not gay, but have a
boyfriend?"  He paused and took a deep breath.  "Ohgod... we've been naked
so many fucking times together over the years.  Goddamn... were you
thinking of hitting on me, too?"

"Cam - really?  You have known me a long time.  You're my best friend.
I've never been like that and this isn't... I never looked to get with a
guy... NEVER," I repeated loudly and forcefully, "but whatever is going on
with me and Ryan is totally different.  I don't see it as a guy-guy
thing... I mean, I know it is, but it doesn't seem like that.  I like him
in a different way than I've ever liked the girls I've been with.  And I
want to see where it goes."

"When did this happen?" Bryce asked.

"This morning, basically," I said.  "Ryan and I just had breakfast and
talked about it and I asked him if he would go out with me."

Cam was running his hands through his hair... obviously really upset at
this news.

Julie cleared her throat and we all looked at her.  Julie and Bry have been
dating for over two years, so I've gotten very comfortable with her since I
moved in with the guys.  She walked up to me and put her hands on my
shoulders.  "Marc, if Ryan makes you happy and this is something you really
want, then who are we question it?"  I nodded.  "I understand what it's
like to be with someone who makes you happy, so you just need to go with it
and forget about all the other shit, ok?"  As she hugged me I looked around
at the four men watching us.

Cam blew out a long, hard breath and now he was the focus of attention.
"Dude... I don't care if you're gay," I started to say something, but he
raised his hand up, "or NOT gay or whatever you are.  I just wish you'd
told me.  That freaked me out, man."  His voice was much softer.  He came
up and gave me a hug.  "You're one of my best friends and that won't
change."  Then he let me go and stepped back, putting his hand out for me
to shake it.  "I'm sorry I overreacted, ok?"

I shook his hand.  "Ok," I said.  "Look, I think I've been a lot like all
of you over the past couple of weeks.  I felt really confused about a lot
of things.  I didn't even tell Ryan about it - well, not fully.  But, I'm
seeing a counselor on campus and he's helping me see some things about
myself that I didn't see before.  But I'm still the same person."

"It's ok, Marc," Bry said, coming up to shake my hand.  "If you're happy
then it's fine by me."  Evan followed after that and things seemed back to
normal.

I looked at my watch - it was 1:15.  "So, anyway.  I'm sorry to introduce
Ryan to you guys this way, but Cam didn't leave me much choice.  And I need
to leave for work in 45 minutes," I said.  I still had the 'fight or
flight' thing going on, but I felt much better - coming down from the rush
of adrenaline.

"You're gonna' need to give me more specifics on this new job," Cam said as
I was walking away.

"You've had enough news for one day, Cam," I said leading Ryan to my room.

As soon as my bedroom door was closed Ryan pulled me into a bear hug, then
kissed me.  "That was crazy," he said smiling.

"What are you smiling about?"  I could hear faint voices outside in the
living room, so I knew the conversation continued.

"Because... you did it.  You did what you said you would do and you showed
that you ARE committed to me and to giving us a try," he said, kissing me
again.

"Ryan, I don't go back on my word... and I feel like... well, you said
'chivalry' earlier.  This is the same thing to me.  Forget feelings for a
minute.  My honor and integrity are on the line... with you... with us," I
told him.

"You just removed all doubt from my mind," he said and hugged me hard.
After he let me go I sat on the futon with my head down and he sat next to
me.  "What's wrong?"

"I'm still gonna' need some time to figure this out, ok?"  He nodded.  "I
mean, it FEELS so right - you and me - but it's different for me.  I'm
happy being around you, I really am, but..." (I paused) "I'm over-analyzing
again."  I pointed at the door.  "But that shit right there is why I try to
analyze everything."

"Life's not predictable," Ryan said, putting his hand on my bare knee.
"You're not going to be able to figure everything out right now."

I took his hand and stood up, helping him up to stand with me.  I looked
into his brown eyes and he smiled at me.  "I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?"

"There are two of us here.  This affects both of us, and I'm making this
all about me and how I'm going to adjust."

"It's understandable," Ryan said, holding my chin.  "This is a big step for
you and it's not something you're used to.  I know who I am and I'll help
you with this one step at a time.  And if it feels like the step is too
big..."

"That's just it," I said, "It really doesn't feel like such a big step.  It
would have been harder NOT to do this.  Does that make sense?"

"It makes perfect sense.  It would have killed me if we hadn't moved
forward after all that's happened."  Ryan got a really sad look on his
face.  "I don't even want to think about it."

"Then don't," I said, planting a kiss on his lips then forcing my tongue
into his mouth.  We made out for a few minutes just standing there - again,
something new to me because he was leading as much as I was... and his
hands were feeling all over me while I kept my hands on his ass almost the
whole time.

A knock at the door stopped us from going further.  "Come in," I said,
releasing Ryan but not moving away from him.  Cam opened the door and came
in, closing the door behind him.

"I wanted to apologize - to both of you - for being such a jackass," he
said.  "Marc, I know how tough the last few years have been for you and I
feel like I haven't been there enough for you and..."

I walked over and stopped him.  "Dude... you've been here for me totally.
What's happening here is different.  It's like... the markets responding to
new financial data or something... it's a cause and effect type of thing."
I motioned to Ryan.  "That's exactly what this is... there's something here
- between us - and we're just responding to it.  I wish I could explain it
better, but it's too deep for me to understand, honestly."

"You and your damn economics analogies," Ryan said, smirking at me.

"I know.  Right?" Cam answered him, a big smile on his face when he looked
at Ryan.  "I'm glad you're happy, Marc.  I'm listening to you saying this
deep shit and it's like you're a different person, but still the same.  If
you're happy, that's fine by me.  That goes for both of you.  And, Ryan, I
hope we get to see more of you."

Ryan smiled.  "Thanks.  You too.  And I appreciate that."

Cam started for the door.  "Ok - well, you two lovebirds get back to... oh,
whatever the hell you were doing, and I'll leave you alone."

"Cam?" I shouted before he could shut the door.

"Yeah?"

"Can we hang out this week?  Go grab some dinner or something?  Maybe I can
catch you up on what's going on," I said.

He smiled.  "Just like old times.  Yeah - let's do it.  Tuesday would be
good for me."

"Tuesday it is," I said.

"Ryan, you're welcome to join us if you want," he added.

"I'll see if I'm available," Ryan said.

Cam nodded and shut the door.

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By Tuesday, Ryan and I hadn't seen each other since he left my house
Saturday afternoon.  We'd talked a lot, but I worked at Joe's Saturday
night, then came home and crashed.  Sunday I studied, did some laundry and
hung-out with my roommates.  He was supposed to come over mid-morning
Sunday, but needed to help his parents with something that took longer than
he thought, so we didn't get to see each other.  Monday is my heaviest
school day and we had a wrestling team meeting in the afternoon, so Ryan
and I talked on the phone that night.  All-in-all, it had been a few busy
days and hadn't left me much time to think let alone jack-off.  He
mentioned the hickey I gave him under his armpit several times and I made a
mental note to give him another one somewhere else.

I had my regular appointment with Dr. Gerry Brauch, my counselor at the
Student Health Center, Tuesday morning.  He seemed genuinely surprised that
I'd taken such a big leap forward in a week.  I told him I was really
nervous about this decision and path - almost bordering on fear.

"What are you afraid of, Marc?"

"I've already started moving down this path, but how much will my friends
change the way they act toward me?  How about the wrestling team once they
find out?" I answered him.  I felt on the verge of panic just saying it out
loud.

"You have no control over others' actions - or reactions - to the things
you do in life," Gerry started.  "So, to even TRY to change your behaviors
based on what you THINK they might do... well, that moves your friendships
and relationships into a place where they no longer move naturally.  In
fact, you could actually do more harm to those relationships by trying to
force them in a specific direction just so that you can control the final
outcome."

I sat there taking it all in.

Gerry continued.  "On the one hand, you've followed your heart, and that's
a really good thing.  You put yourself out there and made yourself
vulnerable.  But, on the other, you could overcompensate in response to
things that haven't even happened yet - your fear of how your friendships
will change, for example - and can cause them to change in negative ways by
trying to control someone else's behaviors."

We talked more about that in context of my friends - then talked about my
parents and my family.  Even though I didn't feel like I was 'coming out,'
I knew I needed to go home to talk with them soon.  He said it sounded like
another positive step, but that I should trust them to react out of their
love and concern for me without telling them how I needed them to act.  It
was a powerful - and weighty - conversation.

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I left Dr. Brauch's office feeling better about how to handle things with
the people closest to me.  I'd already realized that I could mess things up
with Ryan by being too worried about things, so the counsel this morning
would help me move further away from trying to control every situation
between me and Ryan.  Those thoughts also further ignited the fire of my
lust for him.  After being apart since Saturday my hormones were raging, so
on my way to rehearsal after my counselling appointment, I sent Ryan a text
telling saying, "I want to make you cum in the worst way."  I loved his
response:

"damn.  keep sending msgs like that and UL find me covrd in my cum when U
walk in! ;)"


I got to the choral rehearsal room early expecting that there wouldn't be
many people there.  But, wouldn't you know it - the one time I arrive early
almost everyone else did too.  Ryan was at the opposite end of the
rehearsal room - getting music in order for Dr. Sumner, I assumed - so he
had his back to the door and didn't see me when I walked in.  I didn't look
around the room, I didn't over-think it and I didn't hesitate.  I walked
right up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist in a hug,
extending one of my hands to his chest.  He turned when he realized it was
me and smiled, but didn't make any gestures to hug me back.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, one hand still on his waist, even though he
had taken a step back.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?  Now?" he whispered.

I pulled him closer and gave him a full, hard kiss on the lips.  "Let me
think about it while I go get my music," I said, raising one eyebrow and
giving him another quick kiss.  His face lit-up immediately.  The chatter
in the room quieted considerably, and then - as I walked to my locker - the
murmuring started.  I took a deep breath, but felt fine about it.  I didn't
look around.  I just got my music then took my normal seat next to Damon.

"Did I just see you kiss Ryan?" Damon asked as I sat down.  I wasn't trying
to hide anything, so I confirmed it and told him Ryan and I had started
dating this past weekend.  His face changed immediately... looking very
excited and ready to ask a million questions.  Thankfully, Dr. Sumner came
in and was ready to get started, so I didn't have to worry about talking
more.

Throughout the whole class period people were turning around to look at me
and it was starting to get annoying, but I knew this is how it would be.  I
started to feel that irritated feeling toward the gay guys, but I squelched
it... I was not going to be judgmental any longer and I was certainly in no
position to judge them for being gay... not since I was now basically doing
the same thing.  Besides, I felt like I'd had an epiphany talking with
Dr. Brauch about Joey and I thought it did related directly to my past
feelings toward gay guys.

Once class ended I wanted to just get out of there to avoid everyone, but
running wasn't the answer.  I'd have to deal with it eventually and figured
better to just get it over with.  Ryan and I locked eyes and I headed his
way, with guys trying to sidetrack me the whole way.  I said "excuse me"
and "hold a sec" at least a dozen times and when I got there, and Ryan was
already surrounded, fielding questions.

"Excuse me, guys," I said to get to him then stood right in front of him.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi - you did a good job on your solo," he answered, with others around him
agreeing.

I moved in and kissed him gently on the lips.  "Thanks," I said.  The
people around us went totally silent as they watched us.  I hated being on
display in this way, but I knew the only way to deal with it was directly.
"So, about my text... you got a few minutes?"  I raised my eyebrows a
couple of times and winked at him.

Ryan swallowed hard and his face started flushing.  "Y-yeah... give me a
few, ok?"  I nodded.

I went to my locker to put my music away and then had to deal with
questions.

"Yes, Ryan and I are dating."  "It happened this past weekend."  "No, I
guess you could say I'm 'bi.'"  "No, I've never been with another guy."

The most interesting exchange was with a guy who sings bass.  I've
certainly noticed him because he's 6'3" and is a muscular 220, at least - a
beast of a guy.  But I'd never actually met him.  So, he comes up to me
after everyone else was done.  I was still waiting for Ryan to finish his
duties and was finally standing by myself.

"Hey, Marc.  I'm Dirk," he said, extending his hand.  I shook it.
"So... you and Ryan, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, if things don't work out, let me know.  I always thought you were
hot.  Fuck, even for some fun on the side... let me know."  He had a wicked
smile on his face.

At that point, Ryan walked up and Dirk walked away, but the conversation
made me even hornier.  "Thanks," I said to him.  I mean, what else could I
say?

"Come on," I said, grabbing Ryan's hand.

I dragged Ryan out of the room and into the hallway.  There are a few
practice rooms around and I needed to find a vacant one fast.  Finally, I
found one with the lights off and pushed the door open.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked.  I didn't answer him... instead, I pulled
him inside with me and locked the door behind us.  The class schedule was
on the wall and there wasn't a class in here for hours, so we were good.
I'd never been in this room before, but looked to see that there was an
inner storage room... that's where we were going.  As luck would have it,
the room was on an outside wall, so there was plenty of light coming in
through the window, but no one would know we were in there.

As I shut the door behind me, I pushed Ryan against the wall and dropped to
my knees... unbuttoning his shorts and pulling his shorts and underwear
down around his ankles as quickly as I could.

"Ohgod," he said as I took his hardening cock into my mouth.  "Ohgod,
Marc... ohmygod."

I looked up and loved the look of surprise and ecstasy on his face.  THIS
is what I wanted... the chance to give him pleasure and the chance to taste
him again.  I knew I needed work on my dick-sucking skills, but he didn't
seem to mind and was gently fucking my face to show that he liked it - his
hands on either side of my head.  I cradled his balls in one hand while I
worked the base of his cock with my other... knowing he would cum and not
caring at all.  He seemed to enjoy my hand moving around his taint, so I
kept it there.  I wanted to do so many more things at that moment - and
they all flashed into my mind - but I reminded myself that he and I would
have plenty of time to do lots of other things and I smiled while looking
up at him.

"Marc, I'm getting close," he said and I moved my hands to his hips,
holding his ass tight and keeping his cock as deep in my mouth as possible.
Ryan was making sounds letting me know he was going to gush and immediately
the cum hit the roof of my mouth as his cock erupted.  I tried to swallow
and made the mistake of pulling back too far.  Ryan's cock popped out of my
mouth, shooting cum up my nostril then onto my face.  I swallowed and
wanted to take him in my mouth again, but when I looked at his face
something told me he loved being able to shoot his load onto my face, so I
let it continue... watching the pleasure on his face and taking his hot cum
any way I could get it.

When I was sure he was spent, I took his cock in my mouth again... cleaning
the last drops of cum from his cock and licking it off the shaft.  Ryan
slid down the wall and we were face to cum-covered-face smiling at each
other.

"Ohgod, you're gorgeous," he said, kissing me.

"You, my man, are MINE," I said to him, thinking that I had his cum inside
of me and was now wearing it.

"It's so hot to see my cum on your face," he said.  "No guy has ever let me
cum on his face."

"Well... I've never let another guy cum on my face, so we're even," I
laughed.  My gym bag was sitting next to me, so I unzipped it and grabbed
my towel.  Ryan took it from me and started wiping my face, obviously able
to see it much better than I could.

"Is it my turn now?" he asked when he'd finished.  I grabbed the towel and
wiped his dick off, then blew the cum out of my nose.

"Nope... you'll have to wait," I said pushing him to stand up.  He looked
stunned.  "You've got to get going and so do I," I said pulling his
underwear and shorts up, then standing to face him.

"But..." he started, but I interrupted it with a kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, "and the anticipation will make it so
much better."  He rubbed my throbbing cock through my shorts and I almost
blew a load right there.

"Are you sure?" he asked, unbuttoning my shorts, dropping to his knees.  I
smiled and he knew he had my agreement to let him continue.  I really had
planned to just get Ryan off, but how could I turn him down now?

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"So... tell me what's going on," Cam said as we drove to have dinner that
night.

I felt nervous and a little embarrassed.  "Remember how you were with
Andrea?"  He nodded as he drove.  "You liked her, but you guys were only
friends at first... but you said the build-up was really fast and you had
really strong feelings for her."

"Yeah?" Cam answered.

"It's like that with Ryan and me.  Cam, I don't know how to explain it.
Looking back, I think I was attracted to him from the first time I met him.
You've seen him... he's - wow - good-looking, but it seems like it's more
chemical or something - the attraction, I mean.  You're my best friend, so
I can tell you this shit, but when I was in his office - oh, he's the TA
for my music professor - anyway, I had to go to his office to talk to him
about auditions for this singing part and - hell, if I wasn't thinking
about flirting with him while I was sitting there."  I didn't look at Cam
because I felt a little weird saying that.  "I know Marc is a guy and not
only do I not care, but that's another thing I like about him."

"But you say you're not gay?  How does that even make sense to you?" Cam
asked.

"You're right... it doesn't.  I still like women - and I haven't really
worked out what I'll do if I get really hot for a chick, but right now I'm
just in a relationship with a guy," I said.  "If that makes me gay...
fine, so be it.  I like him and I'm working hard not to over-think it like
I normally would."

He put his hand out and slapped my thigh, leaving it there - a best-friend
gesture, nothing more.  "Dude... it's ok.  I'm still shocked - yeah - but
you still seem like the same 'fucked-up Marc' I've always known, so..."


I punched him... hard, but not so hard that he would wreck the car or
anything and we turned in to Outback, which is where he wanted to eat, and
then got seated right away.

Our time together was the same as it had always been.  Laughing and
carrying-on, talking about girls, checking-out the waitresses, telling
stupid jokes.  I never once tried to scope-out other guys or the waiters
and Cam mentioned it toward the end of the meal.  He said he was looking
for me to start ACTING gay, but that he never saw it.  "My mind just isn't
trained that way," I told him, and he said he could tell.

"You really are the same 'Marc,'" he said, and it made me feel better.

<><><><>


I didn't see Ryan Wednesday, but we talked quite a bit - mostly through
text.  He sent me a picture of his crotch - all plumped up in his underwear
- and I was tempted to return the favor - actually thought of sending him a
full-on erection shot, but I was too nervous to do it.

Getting out of my last class Thursday, Ryan sent me a text... "dinner
tonight.  ur calndr is free so no shit from U!  pick U up at 630. dress
nice.  xo"

For mid-October it was still incredibly warm, and I dressed in khakis, a
nice long-sleeved button-up shirt and dark brown wingtips.  The guys and
Julie all said I looked nice.  I wasn't nervous, but it did feel like our
first date.  Ryan came into the house at 6:15, but I'd been ready for 10
minutes already.  He greeted all the other guys first, shooting the shit
with Cam for a few.  Only then did he come over to me, catching me in big
hug and planting a soft kiss on my mouth.

As he drove he was so secretive about where we were going.  It was obvious
he had something big planned and my mind was all over the place imagining
everything from a hot air balloon ride at sunset to a quiet dinner at a
romantic restaurant.  He was like a little kid, though, and hinted and
giggled every couple of minutes.  I was starting to get a little irritated,
but I squelched it because he was obviously so excited and, thankfully, we
arrived at our destination quickly.

"This place looks a lot like that other place you took me to... the one
where they change the menu every day," I said.

"Same owners as the other restaurant," he said leading the way.

The hostess recognized Ryan immediately, and seemed to know we were coming,
so I knew he had something up his sleeve for tonight.  I didn't know what,
but now I was excited, too and as the hostess seated us, I was feeling very
horny toward him.

"Y'know, if this dinner is really great, I might have to think of a really
good way to repay you later," I said, raising my eyebrows.  I was thinking
about kicking my shoe off and running my foot up to his crotch.

He smiled and started to respond, but we were interrupted...

"Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome."  I was so stunned by the beauty of
this woman that I didn't pay much attention to Ryan getting up from the
table.  As she finished speaking he pulled her into a big hug, then turned
to me.

"Marc, this is 'Nicole Plette,' my mother.  Mom, this is 'Marc Gaston,' my
boyfriend."  He was beaming.

I immediately stood and shook her hand.  "It's very nice to meet you," I
said, but I knew my poker face told her something.

She immediately gave a scolding look to Ryan.  "He didn't let on that you
were meeting the family tonight, did he?" she asked, looking at me.

"No, ma'am - he didn't."  I looked at him and he scowled at me.  "Hey - you
know I'm a keeper if I'll throw you under the bus the first time I meet
your Mom," I added, and winked at him.

Nicole pulled a chair out and sat down, so Ryan and I also sat back down.

"I've raised him with more manners than that," she said, teasing him, "but
I'm sure he wanted to surprise you."  She turned her attention back to
Ryan.  "So is EVERYTHING here a surprise or does he already know?"

"It's all a surprise," he answered her.  I'd seen that wicked grin before
and my mind flashed to Ryan's body underneath me with that grin on his
face, but I shoved that out of my head before my dick started to respond.
"And, Mom... that look on Marc's face means he has a losing poker hand.
Just in case you ever play poker with him, you'll know what it looks like."

"Y'know, some secrets are meant to be kept," I said to him sarcastically.

His mother laughed at us.  "So... tell him," she said to Ryan.

"Marc, you've never asked where I get my money to live day-to-day... well,
this is one way.  I own this restaurant along with my family.  And the
other one is also ours."

"Wow," I said.  "That's really cool.  But, you never work here?"

"No, I helped my parents buy this second restaurant not long after they
started the first one."  He looked toward the hostess station and waved the
hostess to our table.  When he did that, his mother excused herself saying
she'd be right back.  Ryan stood again.

"Marc, this is my sister 'Elisa," Ryan said, introducing us.

I stood and shook her hand as Nicole approached the table again followed by
a man who could only have been Ryan's father.  The looked that much alike.

"I'm 'Charles,'" he said, giving me his hand.  I had a huge smile on my
face and Ryan started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Elisa asked.

"I think he likes my surprise," Ryan said, and came over to me.

I nodded.  "I do," I said.  "Very much."  I kissed him and they all started
taking a seat at the table.

"So, Marc... tell me about you and your family.  Where did you grow up?
Where do your folks live?" Charles asked.

I told them all that I'd grown up right outside of Tampa and that I had
gone to the Boston Conservatory of Music (which drew raised eyebrows from
Nicole - she was obviously familiar with the school through Ryan).  While
in Boston, my father decided to open an office in Orlando, so the family
moved there.

For the next two hours we ate and I had a great time getting to know Ryan's
family.  Intelligent and driven, just like Ryan, they were an amazing
family and it made me sad that I hadn't had the opportunity to introduce
Ryan to my family yet, much less tell them about Ryan.  I vowed to change
that.

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After dinner, Ryan dropped me off at my house so I could get clothes and my
car.  I really wanted to spend the night with him, so I headed over there
as quickly as I could.

As we crawled into Ryan's bed that night, I thanked him again for a great
surprise.

"It's awesome that you had such a good time," he said scooting closer to me
and giving me a kiss.

"Ryan?" I said, looking into his eyes.

"Mm-hm," he answered me.

"I need some time..."  Ryan got a concerned look on his face.  "... with
your body," I finished, smirking.

I pushed him onto his back and began kissing his neck, quickly working my
way to his chest.  I paid special attention to Ryan's hairy chest because
it was such a turn on for me.  He let me have my fun for a while, but he
couldn't stay still for long and eventually we were laying in a 69 - giving
each other total pleasure and bringing a great day to a perfect close.

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Waking next to Ryan Friday morning felt so right that I wanted to lay in
bed with him all day.  I had already decided I was skipping my Business &
Economics class today, so I wasn't in any rush.

We either woke at the same time or he was awake just before me, because
when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was his smiling face.  I was
sprawled-out on my stomach with my hands under the pillow and he was laying
on his side next to me.  As soon as he saw that I was awake he started
running his fingers along my back and I smiled at him.  Ryan's workouts
created callouses and rough places on his palms just like mine did, so I
could feel the extra friction on my skin, and I liked it.  It felt so nice
to have a strong hand caressing me.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey," I replied.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Well.  Good sleep.  You?"

"Good," he answered.  "Hey - I want to go to your wrestling practice
tonight and then hang-out afterward," he said.  "Is that ok?"

I guess he had seen it on my calendar.  "Perfectly fine," I answered giving
him a kiss.  "Since I'm just going to head home early tomorrow morning I'll
just pack my bag and stay here again tonight.  That cool?"

"Yup," he said.

We got up and showered together, washing each other and jacking each other
to completion.  As we were drying off, I said, "This is so much more fun
than showering alone."

Ryan smiled.  "Yeah... it is," he replied and kissed me.

It was after 11 when I left his house... after we had a quick, late
breakfast.  I went home because I'd need my things for wrestling practice
and pack for going to see my parents.  I was only going to be home for two
days and one night, but - you know how it is... by the time you get
everything you MIGHT need it seems like you're lugging around a huge
suitcase.

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Practice ended a little after 6 and we all headed into the lockerroom.
Coach always held a quick meeting then let us shower, so I waved to Ryan as
he sat in a chair along the practice room wall with other students.  I
couldn't stop thinking about Ryan throughout Coach's 5 minute pep-talk and
it made my dick plump-up.  I didn't worry about it since most of us got
into the shower that way after wrestling practice.

I was almost the last one into the showers because I my phone fell out of
my locker and came apart.  I put it back together and turned it on and even
those few extra minutes meant there was only open showerhead - next to
Blaine, the team captain.

"Good job today, Marc," Blaine said, smacking my wet naked ass as I washed
my hair.  The smack sounded really loud, but it didn't hurt a bit.  I
laughed, and so did a couple of other guys, but Blaine immediately
apologized, thinking he'd hit me harder than he thought.

"No problem, dude," I said.  "It sounded worse than it was."  I started
soaping the front of my body, turning my back into the water, and noticed
that no one was left in the showers except me and Blaine.  He pumped soap
out of the dispenser between us and I looked at him.

"Something else?"  He looked like he wanted to say something.

Blaine looked toward the opening into the lockerroom... obviously looking
to see if someone else was there.

"My sister is in the 'Singers' with you... remember?" he asked.

Oh shit.  I pushed my brain into overdrive... my heartbeat immediately
rising.  "Tara, right?" I asked.  Fuck!  I knew where this was going.

Blaine looked to see if we were still alone.  "Can we talk after we get out
of the shower?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.  I mean, what else could I say?

Blaine turned off his water and left the showers, grabbing his towel from
the hooks outside.  I finished washing and rinsed quickly - eager to find
out what he wanted to talk about.

Blaine was getting dressed at his locker, shooting the shit with a few from
the team and I went to my locker across from them.

"Damn, Marc... is that where Blaine smacked your ass?" Derek asked.

I turned and looked at my ass cheek.  "Mother fucker... you left a hand
print!" I said, laughing.

"Dude, I'm sorry... I was going for an 'atta' boy,' not a 'giddy up'."  We
all laughed - not because it was really that funny, but because it was
typical country-boy Blaine - always coming-up with some crazy saying.

Most of the guys were done and left the lockerroom together.  I was dressed
in a few minutes and headed out right behind them to find Blaine leaning
against the wall waiting for me.  Ryan stood up and started walking toward
me, but I held up my finger to let him know I needed another minute as I
walked toward Blaine.  Blaine chose a location where it was obvious he
needed to talk in private - something that wouldn't even be questioned
since he was the team captain.

"Is that him?" he asked as soon as I got up to him.

"Huh?"

"Marc, my sister told me about you dating a guy - the TA for the professor
of your singing group.  Is that him?"

"Yeah," I said proudly.  "That's 'Ryan.'"

Ryan was sitting on a chair along the wall again and Blaine started walking
toward him, taking big strides... big enough that I had to half-run my
first few steps to catch up with him.  Blaine was one of the most
level-headed guys on the wrestling team, so I knew this wasn't an offensive
move on his part, but I wasn't sure what was going on.  It was a short walk
to Ryan, who stood when he saw that we were walking his way.

Blaine approached before me and put his hand out.  "Hey, I'm 'Blaine,' the
wrestling team captain," he said firmly.

"I'm 'Ryan'," he said, pumping Blaine's hand in typical Ryan fashion.  He
has a firm handshake and a very masculine voice.

Blaine seemed to think about something for a minute, then said, "Look, I
know you two are dating - and that's fine with me."  He looked back and me,
at Ryan, then back to me, turning his body so that he was at a 45 degree
angle with both of us... a move to make it seem more like a circle... then
took a step inward and looked around.  I looked around, too, but everyone
else had left.

"Marc," Blaine started, "I didn't know you were gay."

"What are you looking for, Blaine?" I didn't know how to respond to him and
wasn't sure what was really on his mind.  He's usually so direct and I
couldn't read his expressions at all.  Ryan took a step closer to me, as if
to protect me and Blaine smiled at him.

"I'm not gonna' do anything, Ryan," he said, then turned to me.  "Marc, I'm
gay, too."

I didn't know what to say.  I mean, hell... this was still new to me.

"When did you come out?" Blaine asked me.

I laughed.  "I haven't yet.  Ryan's my first" - I swallowed and paused -
"the first guy I've ever been with."

"Ever?  Wow."

"Yeah.  I never thought about being with another guy before him," I
answered.  "When did YOU come out?"  I guess that's the question to ask,
right?

"To myself - about a year-and-a-half ago.  To my family... after I started
dating the guy I'm with now, so about a year ago," he answered.  "Hey - do
you guys mind getting out of here and talking for a bit?  Grabbing some
dinner?  My treat?"

I looked at Ryan and he spoke up immediately.  "Yeah.  That would be fine."

"Well, tonight's our 'cheat night,' so we were gonna grab fast food - Taco
Bell, actually - but we can go somewhere else... wherever you want," Blaine
said.

"Taco Bell's good with me," I said thinking I could use a 'cheat night,'
too.  "We'll meet you there."

Ryan's car was parked near mine, so we walked together while Blaine went to
his car on the other side of the building.  I was sure we were out of
hearing range and was about to start talking about what just happened when
my cell phone rang.  It was a number I didn't have stored in my phone, but
it was a local number, so was probably someone I knew.


"Hullo," I answered.

"Marc?"

"Yeah - this is Marc."  I didn't recognize the voice.

"Marc - it's Taylor... Phillips.  How you doing?"

I stopped walking and felt like my legs were jello.  It was Taylor... the
boy Joey was on a date with the night he died.

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