Chapter 3

I was quickly unfrozen when Ricky began stroking my freshly freed foot up and down my sole. He mentioned that he was ticklish just a minute ago. Me too. I got real nervous, real fast. But he didn’t tickle me. He gently rubbed, caressed and massaged my foot. Like a complete idiot, I sat there saying nothing, save for a few embarrassing moans of pleasure. When he switched and pulled off my left high-top, a big humiliating hole in my sock at the ball of my foot was revealed. Ricky grinned and slipped his finger inside, swirling around my arch on the bare skin. That did tickle and I tried to wrench my foot away, but he grabbed me by the calf and held on tight.

“Sorry,” he said. “That was way too tempting. I couldn’t resist.” He smiled again.

And I couldn’t resist his smile. It made me feel like a blob of jelly, lolling in his desk chair. When he finished my left foot’s massage, he set my foot down and knelt upright again. Once more we were eye to eye. He raised a hand and glided his knuckles gently down the side of my face. I began to tremble and he took my hands in his. My hands were clammy. His were warm and dry. He said, “Take a breath.”

I inhaled and it felt good. I hadn’t realized that I’d stopped breathing. Fortunately, Ricky did. He squeezed my hands, “Timmy, this is a safe space. You can do anything you want here. You can do everything you want here. You can also put your shoes back on and walk out of my room and out of my house. The choice is yours, though I really hope you don’t choose the latter.”

I took in another deep breath and my shaking subsided. I smiled at the cute boy kneeling in front of me between my knees as I continued to hog his desk chair. I straightened my back, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him even closer still. I was more than a little surprised by my own boldness. I guess I’d chosen. He matched my smile and my heart skipped several beats. Our noses were three inches apart. Then two inches. One inch. None. And then he kissed me.

Wow, did he taste good. He wasn’t minty fresh or anything; he was just Ricky. He tasted exactly like I imagined he might, and surprisingly different at the same time. At first, it was just lips. Small pecks that slowly evolved into lingering grazes and nibbles. Then little licks. He licked my lips then I licked his. He kissed my nose, then I kissed his nose and his chin. He kissed my chin and cheek and I kissed his cheek and his forehead. He kissed my forehead and my ear and I kissed his ear and his neck. And then our lips reconnected. This time harder. Deeper. His tongue parted my lips and stroked my teeth. He put his hands in my hair and held my head as he dove in deeper still. His tongue found mine and despite it being February, I felt like it was the Fourth of July.

I slid my hands under his shirt and found his sides again. This time, he wasn’t falling and he didn’t giggle from my grasp. His skin was so smooth and warm. I never knew skin could feel so good. My hands explored higher and he shivered. He was still kissing me so relentlessly that I could hardly tell what I was doing. I managed to snake my hands around to his back and my fingertips glided up and down his spine. He immediately sprang goosebumps everywhere and we both smiled. I brought my hands back around front and started undoing his shirt buttons. I figured he liked that by the way his grip in my hair tightened and his tongue made its way half way down my throat. I nudged his shirt off his shoulders and felt it slip down his back when he released his grip on my head for just a second.

With our faces stuck together I used my hands like a blind man to explore my now shirtless friend. I touched his neck, I traced the contours of his shoulders, I trailed his sternum, I grazed his armpits, I kneaded his pecs. The kissing only intensified. My hands traveled lower and he trembled when I reached his stomach. Smooth and lean, I stroked my fingers back and forth and a fresh round of goosebumps popped all over his skin. I played with the waistband of his underwear that was clinging to his frame just above his jeans. It was all such a surprise. I wasn’t sure how far we were going to let this go. I didn’t want to do something wrong, so I waited for a signal. When he leaned into me and I felt his raging erection through his designer Girbaud jeans, I figured that a literal, real-life signal was as good as any. I nodded and so did he.

He pulled my red Coca Cola sweatshirt off of my body by the sleeves and we each took a moment to look each other over – two shirtless guys, sharing a first time together. My eyes took in what my hands had already seen. He was spectacular. Every inch of his skin was smooth and inviting. I was fascinated by his topography. The contours of his shoulders, his biceps, his collar bones, his pecs, his rib cage, his abdomen, even is jutting hipbones were a spectacle. This was nothing like gym class. I’d be on team skins with Ricky anytime. Over our three plus years of friendship, I’d seen Ricky shirtless a few times, at the pool or the beach, but this was different. Better. Up close and in private. I wanted to explore and discover every square inch of him with first my eyes, then my hands and finally my tongue. And by the look in his hungry grey eyes as they danced all around my body, he liked what he was seeing too.

He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Still standing, we each stepped out of our jeans. There we were. Two eighteen year old virgins wearing only socks and boxers. Boxers with matching wet spots at the vertex of our matching erections. This time I put my hands in his hair and I invaded his mouth as his hands explored my body. I could kiss this boy forever. He guided us down onto his bed, me on my back and him on top. His mouth left mine and I tingled everywhere as he ravaged my neck. Then he kissed lower. And lower. And lower. When his tongue invaded my belly button, I let out a little yelp of joy. He followed my treasure trail until the trail ended. I didn’t know how or when it had happened, but I realized that I wasn’t wearing my boxers anymore.

A strong hand gripped my steel rod and I gasped from a sensation I’d never before felt in my life. The touch of another. He started gently with light strokes and finger tracing. My hormone crazed body was primed and ready. Then he began gripping, squeezing, rubbing and twisting. My eyes rolled back in my head and more precum flowed from my dick like a leaky faucet. He used both thumbs in opposing circular motions below my mushroom cap and I was about to explode. Literally.

He whispered, “Not yet.”

My heart dropped when he released me, but it gave me the opportunity to come back from the edge. After a minute or two, something else was happening. Something warm, wet and wild. I was in his mouth. His unpracticed, awkward mouth. It wasn’t long before his technique began to improve. Ricky was a fast learner. Not that it would have mattered anyway. The most gorgeous eighteen-year-old boy on the face of the earth was paying the most special kind of attention to me. He could have been awful and it would still have culminated in the best orgasm of my lifetime. But, he was the furthest thing from awful. Taking all of me in would take practice and time, but on that day, he lapped me up like a melting ice cream cone in the summer heat. Was anything in the world ever meant to feel this good? How was this possible? This was beyond ecstasy. The right words didn’t exist.

When I first felt an attraction for Ricky, I didn’t understand what I was feeling or why. I thought it was wrong somehow. Something to shake off, ignore and get over. Those inappropriate feelings were why I never let us connect individually. But then, over time, I slowly came to realize that there was nothing wrong with me or my feelings. I am who I am and I like who I like. But what were the chances that he’d like me back? I would more likely be struck by lightning.

What had been happening here in this room for the last thirty minutes… How could this possibly be anything close to wrong? It felt so right. He worked my length up and down, side to side, hands and mouth. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew it. He knew I was close again. This time he only stopped long enough to shoot me a devilish grin before swirling the top of my mushroom cap with his tongue and pushing me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers entangled in his hair as I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed every drop while my back arched and my toes curled.

Then I flipped him on his back and I greedily returned the favor.

I’d never touched anyone else’s penis before. Hell, I’d hardly ever seen one that wasn’t my own. Ricky’s was a sight to behold. Fully erect and throbbing, his cock pointed toward his navel, ending just a couple inches shy of his cute innie belly button. It was smooth and beautifully imperfect as it had a slight curve and a bulbous head. I loved that it looked different than mine. It was somehow so very him. A perfect match to the rest of his gorgeous body. And it was raging hard. Any lingering doubt that Ricky wanted me as much as I wanted him was proven false by looking at the monstrous development in front of me. Just knowing that he was so turned on because of me made me feel important. I hadn’t really even started yet but seeing me, touching me, anticipating what I was going to do to him… Oh, he was ready.

I stroked his testicles and his penis jumped before slapping back down on his stomach. I kept that going while I rubbed his steel rod with my other hand. He actually bit down on his hand to stop himself from screaming. I am no musician, but I played him like an instrument. I know that I hit some wrong notes at some wrong times, but I would get better. We would get better. And when I took as much of him in my virgin mouth as I could that first day and sucked like my life depended on it, Ricky didn’t seem to mind that I was a rookie. Not while his whole body racked in violent orgasm with me not stopping until he had to pull me off of him.

We both laid there, flopped on his bed, all energy sapped from our flaccid, spent cocks and bodies. We were still wearing nothing but white sweat socks. Eventually I had enough strength to sit up and pull his feet into my lap. I needed him to be completely naked. I pulled off his socks and his bare feet were as cute as the rest of him. Not too hairy, not too boney. Well-manicured toenails and soft pinkish toe tips. I gently stroked his soles while for the first time in three-and-a-half years, I really talked to Ricky. Just us. Real stuff. Not the bullshit we already knew about each other, like sports, music, movies… We really talked. And while it eventually became obvious that the gentle foot rub I was giving him was having a re-energizing effect on more than just his feet, we also both sensed that there would be time for more of the physical stuff another day. Right then, we just couldn’t stop talking. We ordered a pizza, got dressed and I stayed until I had to go home and go to sleep. Even asleep, I felt like I was still with him. I dreamed about Ricky all night.