Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 11:48:20 -0500
From: Leo Stefano <leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Lust in Miami Chapter 4

Hello all, and welcome once more to an exciting installment of Lust in
Miami, the story of one hot, young teenage couple and their wonderful,
perfect love story...not! I hope you all have enjoyed your break and
brought in the New Year with lots of champagne and noise-makers. I'm really
sorry for the huge delay in production of this story, and I promise I will
try to punch out at least one chapter a week from now on. You all know how
it is: school, life, responsibilities. Anyway, onward and forward!

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Ch. 4 – Summer Luvin'


Summer 2011

I waited excitedly at our gate in MIA waiting for our flight to JFK. I
finally managed to convince my mother to let me spend my summer in New
York, and best of all, because of their business relationship, Anthony's
parents the Van Rossen's also let him accompany me to my father's apartment
in Manhattan. All the way to the airport, Anthony kept remarking on how
jumpy I was getting. I responded by saying I never signed a document that I
wouldn't be aggravating on trips.

I was playing on my iPad when I heard the announcement for first and
business class to get our tickets ready. I looked at Anthony
excitedly. "Are you ready for a 3 hour flight with your bestest friend ever
to the bestest city ever!?"

"Hmmm, if you can promise you'll be even cuter in New York, then yes I am
ready!" We both laughed and grabbed our bags.

Once we were settled in our seats, I looked over at Anthony. "Hey, thanks
again for wanting to do this with me. I know you could have done a lot more
with your summer break."

"Oh, well we are still going to Europe with my parents, right?"

I nodded. "Of course we are."

He smiled and held my hand. "Look, I promised I would spend some time with
your father. I know he's really important to you, and I kind of miss
visiting the Big Apple." He kissed my knuckles.

"I'm glad I have you, Tony." I still hadn't gotten used to his nickname,
but ever since we found out we were going to New York together I couldn't
help but use the very guido name.

Once we were in the air, I remembered something. "Hey, didn't you say you
had a relative in New York or something?"

His eyes shifted away. "Uh, yeah."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled. "Ummm...wanna give a little more detail?"

He smiled and looked at me. "It's not really important, Little M."

I cocked my head. "What do you mean? I would have thought you would want to
see this relative while we were in New York." I know I overheard his mother
tell my mother how important family is to Anthony. Ever since then I have
been trying to get more information about this relative so that I could try
to set something of a meeting up.

"I just don't want to waste any of our time in New York on a relative that
may or may not even be in the city." He looked down at his magazine and
flipped a page. "Besides, this was about me hanging out with you, not
family reunions, right?" With that he immersed himself into his magazine.

It was odd, because even without the information I gathered from his own
mother, I knew Anthony to be a very family-oriented individual.  All
throughout the flight I kept trying to convince myself to let it go, but I
couldn't in good conscience believe that Anthony would purposefully avoid a
family member that is normally 1,000 miles away. Then again, maybe he felt
he was embarrassed to show me to his family. After all, Anthony just
recently came out to his family, so any extended family might not know
about his sexuality. I could understand, considering I still didn't tell my
family I was gay. And truth be told, I don't act it either. I mean, no
offense to my flamboyant brethren, but I feel pretty average in how I act
(outside of my private time, obviously).

Once we landed at JFK, I immediately felt the difference between Miami air
and New York air. I bounced around everywhere excitedly, happily pointing
out all the flights from other parts of the world landing in our
terminal. When we picked up our luggage in baggage claim, we found the
driver my father hired to pick us up and got into the town car. Driving
into the East Village by the Brooklyn Bridge, I pointed out several shops
and museums I was thinking of going to, and once we drove north into the
Upper East Side I remarked on the parks that dotted the area that were home
to some of the richest and most famous people in the world. We finally
pulled up to my father's building, and once we were on the sidewalk I
looked into Anthony's eyes excitedly. "So, what do you think?"

"I think this place is beautiful, Little M."

I pointed to one of the windows close to the top floor. "That's where we
are going to be sleeping for a while, Anthony. I can't wait for you to see
the view from there!" Finally, after the doorman helped with the luggage, I
dragged Anthony into the building and rang for the elevator. On our way up,
I could feel the nervousness rising along with us. Then the questions
started: Would my father like Anthony? Would he think it strange we wanted
to sleep in the same room in a 5-bedroom apartment? How would Anthony
settle into one of my favorite cities? Would my father figure out I was
gay? Would he see how much I like Anthony? Would we be able to do more than
kiss and make out like we have for the past month?

Eventually, the time for questions was over. The elevator emptied us out
into an ornate hallway with four doors, each leading to a different
apartment. I dragged Anthony to the one in the far right corner, and
knocked on the door.

When it opened, I immediately enveloped myself in my father's
arms. "Matthew! You're finally here!"

"I'm glad to be here dad!" I smiled and laughed along with him. We embraced
for a while, and I was reminded that I only get to see this man once a
year, not through any fault of his own. Before I could let the realization
hit me, I pulled myself away from him and made space in the door.

"OH! You must be Anthony! I've heard so much about you, son!" I didn't even
have to look back to know my dad had Anthony in his best bear hug. When I
did look back, he had Anthony in a tight hug, and I could see he was trying
hard to expand his lungs around my father's arms.

"Dad, let him go! He's trying to breath!"

My father finally let him go, and he looked between both of us and
smiled. "I'm so glad to have the two of you here in my home! It's been
pretty empty lately!" He turned to face Anthony and laughed heartily. "By
the way, son, I'm Robert, but feel free to call me Rob, okay?" I could see
Anthony nod and he looked nervously at me. "I'll just let you boys get
settled, okay?" With that, my dad ruffled our hair and walked off to his
office.

"Okay Anthony, time for the grand tour!"  I pulled on his arm and began to
show him around my father's home.

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Later that day, both Anthony and I were relaxing in the family room in just
our PJs. I was flipping through the news app on my phone while Anthony was
reading my copy of the Count of Monte Cristo when my dad walked in. "Hey
boys, what are you up to?"

Anthony showed my dad his book and I showed him my news app. "Hmmm, looks
boring. What do you guys want to do on your first night in New York?"

I looked at Anthony, who just shrugged. "Umm, I don't know dad. We kind of
didn't figure we would be doing anything our first night here." I ignored
Anthony wiggling his eyebrows, which of course my dad couldn't see.

"How about we go out to dinner?"

That kind of got my interest. "Oh yeah, that sounds pretty good."

Then my dad looked at Anthony. "And then we can go to the Met
afterward. They have a special exhibit on early Greek art, Anthony. I think
you might be interested in that."

I looked over at Anthony, puzzled that my father might think that
interesting to him, until I saw his eyes sparkling at the thought of
it. "Rob, that sounds really good actually. I haven't been able to make it
to the Met when I would visit. It would mean a lot to me!" I was a little
taken aback.

"Hey, since when have you been interested in Ancient Greek art?"

Anthony looked at me with a puzzled look. "I thought I told you. Didn't we
talk about it the other day on the lawn at school?"

I thought about that day. All I could remember was Anthony's lips moving
and him saying something about frescoes and plaster. "Oh...I'm sorry! I was
a little preoccupied."

With a smirk, Anthony got up and dog-eared the page he was on in my
book. "Well then, I'm sure you'll find this excursion to the exhibit a
refresher course on what I was talking about."

I blushed and nodded. "Yup."

Once we were all dressed we headed to Hospora for a slightly early
dinner. The Czech restaurant served amazing courses, and throughout our
meal we spoke about my father's work with a recent steel magnate, Anthony's
apparent interest in Greek history, and my lack of knowledge in the inner
workings of the lives of the people I care about.

"So Anthony, have you thought about what school you're considering for
college?" Well, that question came out of nowhere.

"Oh, I suppose Columbia will do. I hear they have an amazing Greek History
program that I am really interested in."

"Did you know Matthew wants to go to Yale? He wants to follow in his
father's footsteps." My dad beamed with pride.

Anthony looked at me. "Really? What did you want to study?"

I looked over at him and smiled. "I was thinking about getting into their
writing program. It's supposed to be one of the best in the country. I'm
already looking into their early admissions and summer writing programs for
high school students. Becoming a writer is something I've wanted since I
was a little kid in Kindergarten." Anthony looked at me warmly and I smiled
at my dad.

"Well, I think it's time we go to the exhibit, don't you boys?"

We both agreed, and after getting the account settled we got into our car
and drove to the Met. We decided we would head to the European paintings
galleries first, then head on over to the Early Greek gallery that was on
display.

Seeing the works of Monet and Picasso, I studied the beautiful colors
erupting from the walls throughout the gallery. Ever since my mother and
father separated, my mother began to occupy her time with either her
business or expanding the small art collection we have at home. Although we
have nothing as lucrative as a Renoir or Dali, she would let me tag along
whenever she would acquire a new work from a local artist. They really did
a lot to create moods throughout our home in Miami, and with those
experiences I was able to enjoy artwork and appreciate the beauty and
splendor in each piece.

Apparently I was standing in front of one piece for too long, because
Anthony began to get impatient and tugged on my arm. "Come on Matt! Let's
get moving!"

I smiled and nodded. We walked along a large, open doorway and entered a
beautiful room with a wall of windows framing central park. Opposite the
wall of windows were large segments of tiled artwork, sections of plastered
and sculpted walls, and an incredible amount of pottery. Before I knew it,
Anthony had me by the arm, examining each piece closely, explaining the
difference between the early works and the classic works. I noticed in the
classic works faces and bodies tended to look realistic, while early works
had more of a "stick-figure" style going on. Anthony explained the choices
between red pottery and brown pottery, why certain pieces were black and
gold while others were red and white. He showed of the frescoes of the
Mycenaean civilization, and the amazing marble pieces that were popular in
late Greek artwork.

I could see how passionate Anthony was about every single piece, even
eyeing a Drachma that was found during a dig in Athens to expand their
underground metro. It seemed like every piece had a story, a reason why it
was in its glossy display case that night. For me, it was the night I truly
began to understand the character that was Anthony Van Rossen.

Somehow, Anthony managed to pull away from a piece that had encrusted
jewels in it and told me there was something else he wanted to see. "Come
on Matt, this way!"

I was just slowly getting a little sore in my arm, but I figured this was
his time to be excited. We ran down a dimly lit corridor, the marble floor
echoing our footsteps, when I realized we were in a private section of the
museum. Looking around, I said, "Where are we?"

"I read about this in an article a few months ago. There is a hallway in
this wing where there are no security cameras, and I wanted to see what
they hide in there!"

I gulped, and stayed silent while he tugged my arm through a passage that
looked like it hadn't been renovated in years. "This is it!" He tugged on
an ancient looking door, and pulled me in.

The room was shrouded in darkness, with just two slits in the walls letting
the city lights leak in. All that gave us company in the room was a large
rug strewn on the floor and a wooden chair in a dark corner. "Anthony, what
are we going in here? This place is empty."

"Exactly." I spun around to figure what he meant when he grabbed me and
placed his lips on mine. His hands began to roam all over my body, making
me jump every time a felt a bolt of electricity shoot from his hands to my
flesh. He managed to get my shirt tails out of my pants and began to drag
his hands all over my skin. I moaned into the kiss, letting him push me
against a wall and grope my burning flesh. He somehow got his shirt off
without breaking our kiss, and I could smell his cologne emanating from his
hot skin. His large, warm hands reached up under my shirt and began to
massage one of my nipples, and the groan of ecstasy I gave him pushed him
to pinch and pull it.

He pulled away from the kiss, but before I had time to stop my head from
spinning he held my neck hostage to his tongue and teeth, biting the tender
flesh between my jaw and shoulder. I moaned loudly, but he covered my mouth
with one hand and bit down on my skin.

"Shh, baby. Just because there aren't cameras in here doesn't mean they
can't hear us."

I nodded and he lifted his hand from my mouth. He continued to lick and
kiss my skin, while unbuttoning my shirt and slowly running his hand down
my chest and stomach. I was breathing heavily; the sensations of his mouth
and hands on my body were running me ragged, and my hard, aching dick was
pressed tightly against my pants.

When his hand reached my belt buckle, I looked into his eyes with
alarm. "What are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you think I'm doing?"

I gulped at the look of dark lust in his eyes. "Tony, we can't do this
here."

"We aren't doing anything, Matt. I'm gonna do all the work tonight."

My knees almost gave out right then and there. Bending lower, I could feel
his warm tongue run across my chest, leaving a wet trail that glinted in
the shadows. When he reached my nipple, he bit down on it softly and licked
the skin around it. I flung my head back so quickly I hit my head on the
wall and saw stars. This was getting to be too much, and I was getting
close to the edge without even touching myself.

I saw Anthony's mischievous eyes look up at me before he licked his way
further down my body. I could feel him find the faint line that ran between
my pectorals, which separated my tight abs and ended at my belly
button. His warm tongue slid down straight, and while his tongue was busy
tasting my skin his hands were my sides, rubbing up and down my ribcage. If
it weren't so fucking hot I would have almost laughed from the feather
light touch, except with each excruciation pass of his hands my dick
twitched and leaked even more pre-cum. I had to bite down on the back of my
hand to keep from moaning out loud.

When he finally reached my naval, I all but fainted at the feel of his
tongue invade my belly button. I could almost bet that there was a button
there that led straight to my dick. I was getting so close to the edge I
was afraid I would cum prematurely. I tried thinking about anything, and
despite seeing Anthony beautiful face so close to my groin I was able to
keep from climaxing thinking about what I had for dinner.

But that didn't last long when, finally, Anthony's expert hands reached for
my belt buckle, and within a split second, I was leaning there against a
wall, shirt spread wide open showing off my chest and stomach, with my
pants pooled around my feet, displaying the dark red silk boxers I wore for
the evening. "It looks like I got you wet, Little M." He gazed up at me and
ran a finger along the wet spot on my boxers. With the small bit of liquid
he got on his finger, I saw him gently place it on his tongue. I almost
came when I saw him close his eyes and suck on that finger. "Fuck baby, I
thought you would taste good, but not this good."

All I could do was let out a small nervous chuckle, but that was killed
silent when his tongue ran along the damp spot on my boxers. I felt the
heat and pressure of his mouth engulf my silk-covered dick, and I couldn't
help but let out a loud groan that could have been easily heard outside of
the room. Anthony looked up at me and placed a finger on his lips to show
me to be quiet. I nodded softly, letting him know I understood to try to be
quieter.

His hands kept running slowly along my sides, until they began to reach
lower, past my abs, past the `v' of my naval, until they reached the
waistband of my boxers. Slowly, achingly his warm hands lowered the silk
material down my thighs, and I finally felt the cool air of the room
surround my burning cock. I looked down at Anthony, knowing he was eating
up the image of me, panting on the wall with nothing on but an unbuttoned
shirt. "Fuck, Matthew. You are the most beautiful thing in this whole
museum."

I blushed and looked away, embarrassed not because I was there almost naked
with my aching, raging dick in Anthony's face, but because he found me even
more beautiful than any artifact in the building.

"Matthew?"

I looked down at him, breathless at the beautiful creature that was
kneeling at my feet. "Yes?"

"I want you to look at me while I suck you." And as he said this, with his
eyes firmly locked on mine, his lips wrapped around my cock and he slowly
took me down to the hilt.

The pleasure I felt when this hot, warm, wet mouth engulfed me had me
shaking at my knees, gasping and leaning on the wall for support. I ran a
hand through his black hair, showing him through touch how amazing it felt
to be like this. When he slowly pulled back, he began to suck and massage
my dick with his tongue, and it took all the power in me to keep from
closing my eyes in pleasure.

I could hear his breathing begin to quicken, almost reaching the pace of my
racing breath, and he began to go up and down my now wet cock. I knew I was
leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his tongue, but I could tell from
the growing lust in his eyes it was pleasurable.

"Fuck Tony, it feels amazing! Yeah, keep sucking me!" He held my gaze, and
while his lips were wrapped around my shaft I could feel his tongue run
along the underside of my head, making me leak even more into his willing
mouth.

His hands shot up and began to fondle my heavy balls, slowly massaging the
tender skin that was pulled tight over them. His other hand ran a finger
along my perineum, the shock running through my body and making me
grunt. Soon, he began to moan around my steel-hard dick, the vibrations of
the groaning running into my flesh. He began to pick up his pace,
deep-throating me and enclosing his tight throat around me. I felt each
muscle in my legs quiver and shake; I felt my blood race throughout my
body. I grabbed the back of Anthony's head and slowly started to thrust
into his mouth, meeting the back of his throat and tongue all at once. I
could hear the groan of approval coming from deep within him, the action of
it reverberating throughout me.

I looked deeply into Anthony's eyes and felt my climax coming. "Anthony,
fuck, I'm so fucking close!"

Even though I knew he heard me, he kept his pace, sucking up and down my
leaking cock, lapping up the pre-cum that was coming out like water from a
faucet. I felt the pull deep within my body, the sweat running along my
aching, burning flesh. I tried to hold back, tried to give Anthony a chance
to pull up, but with one last tug of his tongue, with one last thrust into
his throat, and with one last suck of his mouth, I erupted into him.

"ANTHONY!" The blasts of cum escaped my dick like fire, flooding his mouth,
coating his throat and tongue, and it felt all the life in me was escaping
to find relief in Anthony's waiting mouth. His moans reached my ear, and
the swallowing action of his throat did little to keep me from continuing
to blast into his now hot mouth.

I leaned back, trying to keep from collapsing onto the floor, while
Anthony's hands shot up to steady me and hold my hips in place. I could see
a trickle of fresh cum escape his mouth and run down his chin. One last
blast of my cum landed on his tongue, and with that I groaned as he licked
my dick clean.

He released my wet, heavy dick from his warm mouth and stood up in front of
me. Looking up into his eyes, I smiled and ran my finger along his chin to
catch the small river of cum that escaped his mouth. He captured my finger
and sucked it clean, never once taking his eyes off of mine.

"If I knew earlier how good your cum would taste, I would have done this
the first day we met."

I blushed. "It felt amazing Anthony. I've never felt like that in my entire
life."

"Good. I wanted to be the first to show you the joys of a good blowjob." I
flushed again and looked down at the huge bulge in his trousers.

"You know, I can try to return the favor Tony." I ran my hands along his
naked chest, but he stopped me.

"No Matt, this was for you. I want to take this slow, but I couldn't help
myself tonight. I didn't think you would be so irresistible to me. I'm glad
I waited this long though. It made it all the more worthwhile." He leaned
down and softly took my lips in his. This was without lust, without
passion. It was with tenderness and care. But it did nothing to alleviate
the tent in Anthony's pants.

Pointing down, I said, "Well what are you going to do about that, then?"

He shrugged. "Who gives a fuck? Let people see what only you get to have."
He winked at me.

I nodded and bit my lip. I began to button up but he swatted my hands
away. He took his time, slowly slipping each pearl button into its
respective slit in my shirt, sliding the silk of my boxers and my cool
pants up my still warm legs, leaving kisses on my skin before covering it
with cloth. Before he finished, he took one last look at me and
smiled. "You look like you have been thoroughly ravished."

I smirked and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you are nothing if not
thorough."

He left a faint kiss on my lips before slipping his own shirt back on and
buttoning up. "Thank you for the treat, Little M. I can't wait to have some
more later." He held out his hand and winked. "Let's get back to your
father before he begins to miss you."

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Later that night, once Anthony and I were settled in our room, I looked at
him lying in the bed across from mine. His shirtless body stretched out
with a hand behind his head. He was listening to music on his phone and
reading from where he left off in my book. His lips were pouted and
straight, something he always does when he is concentrating hard.

I started to get hard when I imagined those lips wrapped around my dick. It
was my first time doing anything sexual with someone else, and it was the
most intense moment of my life. I flushed at the thought of him looking up
at me as my shaft slid between those full lips, succumbing to me and giving
himself to me.

Oh, who was I kidding? He could have easily had me on my knees, begging him
to cum into my eager mouth. But what he did for me showed how much he
cared. Sure, it was a very sexual and lustful act, but I could tell he
wanted to give me as much pleasure as possible, without getting any in
return.

I blushed when I came down from my thoughts and saw I was caught
staring. "Like what you see?"

I gave him a small smile. "Maybe more than like." I grinned and snuggled my
pillow.

"Oh really?" He got up from his bed. Taking a few steps to the bed, I
scooted out of the way so he could lie down next to me. "Do tell."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Really like?" He laughed at this and smiled down at
me.

"Well, I'm glad you `really like' what you see." He rested against a pillow
and lounged next to me.

"Honestly, you don't feel even a little frustrated about not taking care
of...that?" I pointed at the slight bulge in his basketball shorts.

He rested his hands behind his head, showing off his hard body whether he
knew it or not. "Honestly? I feel the frustration, but I think it proves
something."

I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I just kind of wanted to prove something to myself." He looked serious,
albeit it extremely sexy.

"Want to give me a hint about what that is?"

He took a moment. "It has to do with my past relationships."

I swallowed hard. We never did talk about his previous "romantic"
interests. To keep it simple, it was just understood that I was a clueless
virgin (his words when we were relaxing on the lawn at school), and he was
the learned sex fiend (my words at said hang-out). But I hadn't brought
that into reality until just now.

He sat up, noticing my uneasiness. "I don't want to ruin this. I won't talk
about it."

"No! Look, maybe I am the clueless virgin-" He laughed "-But I'm not a
prude. I think I can take a few details about a couple of people you've
been with."

He looked down at his hands. "It's been more than a couple of people."

"Oh."

The uncomfortable silence didn't do well for my nerves. But I pushed
through. If nothing more than to try to make him know it's not fair for him
to keep his past silent. "I'll be honest; I didn't think it'd be more than
a couple of people. But I'm willing to learn more about you. Earlier at
dinner, when you kept talking about Greek history and how much of a passion
it is to you I felt like maybe I wasn't taking all this as seriously as I
should." I sat up cross-legged with the pillow across my lap. "So, I'm here
to listen."

He smiled and rubbed my knee. "You're too good to me, you know?"

"Well, if today's actions are taken into account at all, I think you
deserve that reward." I blushed and looked down at my knees.

As he tended to do, he leaned over and picked up my chin with a light
touch. "I'm not embarrassed about what happened. So I don't want you to be,
okay?" When I nodded, he sighed and rested his head on my pillow. I smiled
and began to run my fingers through his hair. "So, where should I begin?"

"Ummm, I don't know. I guess we can start with what it is you're trying to
prove."

"That?" I nodded. "Okay. Well, suppose I say there have been more than a
couple of people I've been sexual with." I gulped. Jesus, what did I get
myself into? "With them...I think it had a lot more to do with satisfying
myself. When it was with someone else, I kind of made it all about me and
making sure I came first. Maybe once in a while I would get someone...off
before I did, but not because that was my intention."

Okay. So, summary of that would be he just had sex to get himself
off. Okay. That wasn't so bad. "I can see your point there." I kept
brushing my fingers through his hair. "So that's why you wanted to prove
something to yourself?"

He went stiff. "No. That's not it."

I stopped running my fingers. "I don't get it."

"Because I was only thinking about myself, I left more than a few
people...unsatisfied."

I looked down at him. "How many people?"

He looked off to the side. "The truth?"

"Yes. The truth."

It took him a moment to respond. In that moment, I saw a battle of thoughts
run across his eyes. An inward battle that seemed to be pulling him in two
directions. And I knew those two directions were the truth and a lie.

He sighed heavily and looked away. "I don't know. I lost count."

My jaw dropped. To be honest, yes, it was a shock. Anthony could easily be
the sexiest, most masculine person I have ever known in my life. But I
thought he at least had some kind of personal restraint. To be promiscuous
is one thing, but to not even know how many partners you've had? It made me
a little dizzy that I was in a bed with someone who didn't even know how
many times he had been sensually touched, kissed passionately, or how many
times he's...fucked. But I wanted to know he was okay.

"Was it only ever guys?"

He closed his eyes. "Not every time." His jaw clenched.

"Were you sober every time?"

I could see he swallowed hard. "No."

"Were you safe?"

"No."

"Jesus." I couldn't stop myself from letting my fingers leave his hair. I
didn't find him disgusting. It had nothing to do with thinking he was dirty
or not. But it was about control.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and kept his back to me. "I knew it would
be too much." He didn't look at me. "I'm sorry Matt. I wish I could be pure
for you. But I'm not." I could see his shoulders shake just a little, but
it was enough for me to sit next to him.

"I don't think less of you, Anthony." He just looked down at the
floor. "It's not the easiest thing to hear, but it took a lot for you to
tell me."

"I'm so sorry Little M." There was a tear on the edge of his eye, but his
voice didn't waver. "I just never thought I would meet someone like you."

I put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed his skin softly. "It's not like I
ever thought you were a saint." He looked at me and I gave him a small
smile.

"Don't do that, Matt. Don't try to ease the responsibility off of me. I did
a lot of things wrong."

I shrugged. "I can live with that. I guess I shouldn't be surprised." He
looked shocked. "I'm sorry! That came out wrong!" His shoulders
sagged. "I'm sorry Anthony. I meant I shouldn't be surprised someone as
good looking as you hasn't been around the block a few times."

"Well, you've managed to stay straight this whole time, and you're the most
gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

I blushed, but kept my eyes on his. "It's not like I haven't been tempted."

"I guess I was just weaker."

"No Tony, don't say that. Please." I rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm
not happy that so many people have been close to you in that way, but it's
not a crime. You haven't done anything wrong."

"But that's the thing, Matt. What I did for you today...it's the first time
I've ever done it."

I looked at him, truly shocked. "What?"

He nodded. "Like I said, I didn't really care that others got off."

"Oh."

"That's what I was trying to prove. That I care more about your pleasure
than I do about mine." Oh. Wow. That does mean a lot. A whole hell of a
lot. "You're not just some fling to me, Little M." He looked deep into my
eyes. "I feel like every time I'm around you everything is great. Life
makes sense. The reason I'm here makes sense when I'm around you. I'm my
best self when you're near me."

Oh my god. My heart was racing. "Anthony, I didn't know you felt like
that." He looked away.

"It can't mean much coming from someone like me."

"Stop that! Don't you think I feel the same way?"

He looked confused. "How can you?"

"I can't explain it. But every time I walk into a room you're in, my life
becomes crystal clear. The only thing that is important is you. The only
person I can think about is you. When you're near me I try to be better for
you, because I feel you deserve only the best." His mouth opened and he let
out a small gasp. "Anthony, no matter what you've done in the past, or how
you think about yourself, I see you for who you are. You are pure and good
in my eyes."

Several tears escaped before he could say anything. "Matthew, I've never
felt this way about anyone." He took my hands in his big, warm ones. "I
can't explain how much you've changed my life since we met, but hearing
what you just said...I want to be yours. For a long time." He leaned in and
kissed me deep.

I rested a hand on his cheek and smiled into the kiss. "I don't want you to
feel like you're not worth it, okay? Because you are. And promise me one
thing?"

"Anything."

"If there is anything you ever need to talk about, please talk to me? I'm
your friend, first and foremost okay?"

He nodded quickly and kissed me again.

We fell asleep together on my bed that night, not worrying about sex or the
past or anything else. It was just the two of us, accepting each other and
being ourselves together.

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The following week was full of shopping trips, museum mile, and
landmarks. We tried to go to as many parks as possible on the island, but
they were spread so far apart, and some were so large, that it was a task
the would take more than a week, so Anthony and I decided to go to the most
important ones.

The topic of sex didn't come up again until my dad told Anthony and me he
would be gone for two days to Boston meeting the steel company's head
investor. If I wasn't nervous about being alone with Anthony in the
apartment for hours at a time, I definitely was when I thought of the two
of us having the entire city to ourselves. But to curtail any possibility
of us doing anything..."physical", I tried to keep our schedule as full as
possible. And if a bus just happened to break down on the way to see some
obscure church on the other end of the island and squeeze our schedule even
tighter than it already was? Well, that was just an added bonus!

But halfway through our first day alone in the city, Anthony caught on to
what I was doing.

"Hey Matt, do we really need to see the new church they rebuilt after the
original was destroyed in the 9/11 attacks?"

Sitting in the seat next to him on the bus, I gave him a look of
disbelief. "Why shouldn't we?"

"Well, we could be doing a lot of great exploring...back at your father's
place."

I probably gave it away when I spurted my coffee all over the (fortunately)
empty seat in front of us.

"I thought so."

I blanched and looked out the window.

"Matt?" I didn't - couldn't - look his way. "Matthew, please look at me."

"Anthony, I need to figure out how this schedule is going to work out now."
I pulled out my planner and started rearranging the color-blocked sections
of scheduled fun.

But Anthony managed to pull it out of my hand. "Come on Matt, talk to
me. You can tell me anything."

I looked at him. Even though it was a strangely cold summer day, Anthony
still wanted to wear shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops. I decided on
jeans, a bulky sweater, and boots; we definitely looked like an odd
pair. "There is nothing to tell, Anthony. Am I nervous? Yes. But not
because the thought of spending two solid days alone with you in my room is
making me nervous. I just want this bus to start moving so we can get to
that church!"

Anthony raised an eyebrow and handed me my planner. "We wouldn't have to do
anything, you know. I can contain myself."

I sighed. "This isn't about you containing yourself, Tony."

"Then what is it about?"

I looked around nervously. "It's nothing."

"Obviously it's something. What is it Matt? Embarrassed about what I've
done? How many people I've been with? Spit it out."

"I'm not embarrassed about anything you've done, Anthony. It's not that." I
looked down, ashamed.

He huffed. "I can't imagine what it is then."

"I'm scared."

He looked dead at me. "Of what?"

Dammit, I can't tell him. There's no way I could look him in the face I
said it out loud. "Just...nothing, can we just get a cab and go?"

He cast his eyes and nodded. We got off the bus, my plans now really shot
to hell. Anthony managed to get a cab for us, and we sat in silence on our
way back north. On the way up, we passed a small diner.

"Hey, can you let us out here please?" The driver looked at me and pulled
over to the curb. I handed him a few bills and got out. Anthony was right
behind me, curious as to why we stopped.

"Are you hungry?" At that, he looked at the diner and smiled. The whole
week, my father had been stuffing us with food from...well, some really
stuffy places. And don't get me wrong, the food is amazing! But one can
only take so much Foie Gras. A burger would definitely make a great break.

"Let's go." We walked in and asked for a booth, and since the lunch rush
was over we got a great seat looking at the busy shoppers on Madison. When
our burgers arrived, Anthony dug in happily but I felt bad.

Lately, I've been thinking about the repercussions of Anthony telling me he
had been with so many people. The initial shock wore off pretty quickly –
like I told Anthony, I couldn't expect much less from such a good-looking
guy. The real problem was in his obvious prowess in the act. Okay, so maybe
he took as much pleasure as possible without giving it, but if the night at
the Met was anything to go by, he obviously was able to pick up some
pointers along the way.

Anthony has been trying to get me to see I am attractive. I will agree I'm
not terrible to look at, but in my opinion it's like comparing a Camry to a
Camaro – sure, it's a great and reliable car, but the Camaro just offers
so much more excitement and risk! And that's what I was facing: Anthony has
been around the block, but that just adds to the sensuality of him. He's a
terribly sexual beast that knows exactly what he is doing. Sure, sex isn't
brain surgery, but fumbling and stumbling about can't be considered
sexy. And I did not want to be stumbly-wumbly the first time.

The problem here, of course, is how to become sexually proficient without
actually being sexual with other people. There are lots of videos (porn),
stories, and gossip, but it's nothing compared to practicing. And I'm way
too scared to go into a store and ask for a vibrator that may or may not
actually teach me anything. Then I think stupidly I could use a carrot or
cucumber, but that just freaks me out.

It's a lose-lose situation.

And in all this time, Anthony has finished his burger and is staring at
me. "Come on Matt, you can't keep this up. What is it?"

"I'm just not very hungry, that's all." I asked for the check, and we found
ourselves on the sidewalk.

Well, back to square one.

"So, what do you want to do? Now that we're not going to that church, you
know." Anthony shoved his fists into his pockets.

Meanwhile, I was sweating buckets under my sweater, but I was too stupid to
just wear a tee underneath. The sun was at its hottest point of the day (2
pm), and the chill of the day was pretty much gone.

"Matt? You're sweating. Why don't you take off that sweater?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though."

"Come on, Little M. It's just a sweater, and you look miserable." He
started pulling the bottom over my naval, but then he noticed I wasn't
wearing anything underneath. "Oh god, you're just all over the place today,
aren't you?"

"Let's just get home, okay?"

He nodded his agreement and hailed another cab. When we finally reached the
apartment, I tore my sweater off and just stood there in the foyer with the
A/C hitting my hot skin.

And it worked at cooling me off, too. Until Anthony pushed me against a
wall and leaned into me. "So, why have you been weird with me today? What
is it?"

I gulped and realized I smelled a little from all the sweating. "I should
go take a shower now."

"Oh no you don't!" Anthony pinned me in place.

"Anthony, come on. I've been sweating all day and it's starting to show."

He grinned slyly and leaned into my neck. "I like it when you smell like
this." He pushed his groin into me.

"No Anthony, not here. Not now. Please." I closed my eyes and leaned away.

"FUCK!" He pushed away from me and walked around the room. "What is going
on, Matt?!"

I shrunk into the corner. I'd never seen him so angry. His eyes were dark
and brooding, a look I had never seen on them before. He went once more
around the room and pinned me down again. "What are you so scared of, Matt?
It's not that you smell a little, because as you can see- " He thrust his
hard dick into my hip "-I'm pretty fucking hard. And from what you say,
it's not that I've been with so many people either. So what is it? And
there's no escaping this time, Little M."

"I can't tell you Anthony."

He let out a roar and picked me up. He carried me bridal style to our room
and dropped me on the bed. He climbed onto me and pinned me down with his
hips and locked my hands above my head with one hand. "Tell me, Matt."

"No, Anthony, please stop! Don't do this!"

He sucked hard on my neck, and I knew it was going to leave a mark. "Why
are you so scared of being with me?" He moved over to my chest and
continued to lick and suck the skin there.

"Because I won't be good!"

He let me go. The shocked look on his face was priceless. "What are you
talking about Matt?"

I closed my eyes, ashamed of what I was going to admit. "You're such a
natural at this. You know exactly which buttons to push, and what will
drive me wild." I sighed and kept going. "I don't know what the hell I'm
doing, Tony. I'm so scared that when we...get intimate-," Oh god, I suck
"-I won't be good...that I won't make you feel good."

Anthony kept looking at me, his jaw slack in surprise. "So, it really
wasn't about...everything else?"

I shook my head no. "I already told you I don't care, Tony. You didn't
believe me?"

"What I can't believe is that you're worried you won't satisfy me. I mean,
maybe that's what sex is, but..." He sighed heavily. I sat up.

"But...what?"

"I don't just want sex with you, Matthew. I want the full thing."

"The full thing? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean I want to make love to you," he blurted out.

I shook my head. It started with a small giggle. But eventually it turned
into a big laugh. I couldn't help it. Tears fell from my eyes. It hurt to
breathe in. I gasped through the hiccups I got from laughing so hard. I saw
Anthony's expression of bewilderment and it started a fresh bout of laughs
again. Eventually, I settled down and looked at him straight in the
face. "Why do we expect the worst from each other?"

He gave me a smile. "I'm not sure. Maybe we just don't know how to act
around each other."

I nodded and let out another chuckle. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh
when you said that. I think I just really thought you wanted to ravish me!"

The lust filled his eyes before I knew it. He was on top of me again,
grinding into me. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I want the first time to
be...extremely special, Matt. You don't know how special I want it to
be. But I want to ravish every inch of your body to the point of
pleasure. I want to fill that mouth with my cock, and fuck you until you
can't even tell what day it is. But for now, making love is exactly what I
want to do."

In the short amount of time it took for him to say those six sentences, my
dick went to full mast. "Fuck, Anthony."

"Exactly." Then he started laughing. It was a happy sound. One I wanted to
hear a lot.

"So, you said something about liking how I smell?" I giggled and pulled him
to me.

"Mmm, yeah. You smell like you've been outside for a while having fun and
doing naughty things."

"Naughty things? Outside? Are you sure you didn't leave some other Matthew
out on the streets?"

He laughed again and pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his
chest.  "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It made me really nervous."

"Maybe you should follow your own advice."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when you told me last night I could talk to you about anything. You
can always do the same with me. About anything, Matt. I promise you."

I smiled and nodded.

It was going to be a very good summer.

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Well, I'm an idiot. I've had this chapter sitting on my hard drive for
quite some time now, and I've been getting e-mails up the butt from
everyone asking me when this next chapter would be done when I didn't even
realize I had already finished it! My goodness, where is my brain? Maybe
you can help me find it by e-mailing me at leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com.
Anyway, I hope everyone had an awesome and enjoyable winter holiday, and
may the New Year bring you a lot of prosperity and love. Happy 2013
everyone, it's going to be awesome!