Chapter 4

He surprises me when he says, “Two months ago, just before I left for school, I came out to my family.”

I blink hard. I think Clark has superpowers.

Nyck says, “I didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t want any of my swim team teammates knowing in case they felt weird about being… Well, you know. There’s a lot of skin.”

“But now you’ve told me.”

He looks at me sheepishly, “I guess I trust you.”

“Besides, we’re more than teammates. We’re friends.”

I give his foot a squeeze, “We are.” I clear my throat. “I haven’t even told my family yet.”

Nyck’s eyes widen. “You’re…?”

I ask, “Have you ever been with anyone?”

He shakes his head and I do too.

I’m wearing jeans with rips in the knees and Nyck’s fingers find my skin. I jolt from his touch. He says, “I asked you on this little adventure tonight thinking of it as a first date. Not to be too presumptuous or anything. And I think I was right. I mean, we already know we like each other’s taste in shoes.”

I giggle. And we have Clark’s approval.

I say, “Fortunately, you are not only my best friend at school, but you’re also the cutest guy on the whole campus.”

“And that’s really saying something because I’m on the swim team. I see lots of hot dudes almost completely naked almost every day.”

He barks out a laugh. “My friend is pretty hot too.”

My dick is twitching in my jeans.

Nyck adds, “As a matter of fact, he’s so hot that I kind of want to stake claim to him right now. I want people to know he’s mine and they need to keep their hands off.”

“How are you going to do that?”

He begins untying my right shoe. His foot is still on my bench as well and he tells me to untie his too. I do as I’m told. He pulls my shoe off of my foot and hands it across the table to me. I do the same. He begins to put his green Chuck Taylor on my right foot and I put my purple Nike on his. I get it now. It’s like a couple wearing two halves of a heart charm that fit together.

“I always thought that purple and green went well together,” I chuckle.

It’s getting late and we both slide out and stand up. Nyck has been sitting here longer than me and he stretches once he’s clear of the table. His hoodie rides up, revealing a strip of stomach above his waistband. I have seen Nyck shirtless in swim practice dozens of times before but somehow this stolen glimpse is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My dick responds to the thrilling sight.

Clark appears by our side and says, “Thanks, gentlemen. Enjoy the rest of your night.” He looks down at our mixed up shoes and then back up into my eyes. He gives me a conspiratorial wink and of course, I blush again.

Out on the sidewalk, Nyck says to me, “My roommate went home for the weekend. My dorm is empty all night and most of tomorrow.

My dick hardens some more. I take his hand in mine and let him lead the way.

There is an apartment above The Mockery and it is my home. It’s after midnight, the bar is closed and I’m in my bed. Under the covers, I feel hands working at the button and zipper of my jeans. Within a matter of seconds, my pants are around my knees. There is no foreplay, no looking, no talking, no touching… A warm, wet, wild mouth takes me in. I know he likes that first minute when it’s still soft. Soft, pliable and submissive. He likes feeling it grow in his mouth. That minute goes by fast though and soon I’m rock-hard. Throbbing and excited about what is to come.

Positioned between my legs, he goes at me good. Not wanting to end things too quickly, he slows just a touch. He licks me up and down like a lollipop. This man has talents. If I am good at doing what I do to those supposed Str8 guys, it is only because I learned everything I know from the man giving me a well-deserved lesson right now.

He plunges and deepthroats me down to the base. My hands grab his hair and gently pull. He slides up and down my length and I guide his head. Not that he needs guiding, but it’s animal instinct. He begins to slither his tongue up and down the underside of my pulsating shaft and the intense sensation brings me to the brink of my sanity. He slides off me completely and takes my balls into his mouth. He sucks them borderline too hard, but manages to stay just on the right side of the pleasure/pain line. Precum oozes out of my slit.

He shifts back to the main event. He takes me in again and twists his head around from side to side as he sucks hard while gliding up and down. He keeps this relentless attack going for several minutes until I start to squirm. He then focuses on just the head of my cock and his hand grips my shaft, ensuring full coverage. His hand twists and pumps below the reaches of his lips and tongue and my hands grip the bedsheets. After thirty more seconds of this, I’m too far gone. He won. The finish line is in sight. I am powerless to stop the impending explosion.

He stays on me and keeps up the routine for the duration of my orgasm. My toes curl, my back gets sweaty and I let out a guttural moan. He drains me and drinks it all down, sucking and licking long after I give him my eighth and final shot.

He lavishes kisses on my spent cock that make me feel loved. Eventually the kisses roam higher and my lean belly is the new object of his attention. I get sloppy kisses north, south, east and west of my navel before his tongue invades my innie hole making me twist and giggle. He knows I both love and hate that.

He says to me, “Your whole left side is still ink-free. When am I going to get you back on my table?”

I cast the blankets aside and give Leo a chance to breathe some fresh air. “I like having part of me available for the future me to decide what to do. I might be smarter and wiser in my old age.”

Leo lightly slaps my belly, “You’re thirty. You’re already in your old age.”

I laugh, “You’re only six months younger than me!”

He grins, “Right, but for two more months, I’m still twenty-nine!”

Jerk. Except he’s not a jerk. He’s my friend, my business partner, my life partner and my roommate. And he knows that what I do with those not-so-Str8 boys is unemotional work. Plus, he watches on the other side of the door on CCTV. He gets a thrill out of it.

I wrap my arms around him, roll him onto his back and shove my tongue down his throat. Eventually, I run my tongue down his neck and kiss his chest while I stroke my fingertips up and down his ribs. He giggles, but doesn’t stop me.

He says, “You’re a softie in your old age. The way you handled that curious kid. You could have had a whole bunch of fun with him.”

I grin up at him, “He was a cutie.”

“And so was his friend. You could have had both of them. By holiday break you could have been completely through the whole swim team.”

I snort, “I’m not evil. That’s not what that kid needed. He’s away from home for the first time in his life and before he left, he didn’t have a conversation that he should have had. He just needed a dad for a minute. I merely pointed him in the right direction.”

“That’s it!” exclaims Leo. “Since you turned thirty I’ve been trying to think of a new pet name for you. You just gave it to me. It’s gotta be Daddy!”

I snatch his already erect shaft in my hand and squeeze tight. He gasps and I say, “Are you sure you don’t want to rethink that?”

“I’ll come up with something else,” he croaks.

I loosen my death grip, “That’s right you will.”

He scoffs, “And you said you’re not evil.”

I pick up his right foot, place it in my lap and begin a gentle massage. I regard the foot, “Your feet are aging well.”

He cocks a questioning eyebrow.

“I just mean… Did you see what those two kids did? Blake and Nyck each took their right sneakers off and traded. That just might be the cutest, sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Are you jealous?” asks Leo.

I think about that for a minute. “What those two young boys don’t know about life yet is a lot.”

“Yeah, but they’ll have a lot of fun figuring it out together.”

“I remember being eighteen. Eighteen year old boy feet are still smooth, hairless, bunion free, innocent… Pretty. Usually by our age, the cute boy feet are gone, replaced by ugly man feet.”

He takes one of my feet, “Yours aren’t so bad either.” He massages me too. “Yet.”

I chuckle, but I drag fingertips up his arch as punishment and he yelps. “Oh! I got it!” I grin at him. “I’ll keep my thirty year old mind but go back to my eighteen year old body.”

“I happen to find your thirty year old body pretty perfect.” He contemplates my foot, “What do you wear, size eleven?”

“Me too. How about we split two pairs tomorrow like those cute boys. It’ll help this old guy keep feeling young.”

But I already feel pretty young. In fact, despite having been drained just ten minutes ago, I’m hard again. I line up on top of Leo, hips to hips, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, belly to belly and shaft to shaft. I say, “If I were evil would I do this?”

I begin to slide up and down his body; all of my body parts rubbing against his corresponding parts. Leo and I are roughly the same height and the same…length. We fit well together. And the friction I am creating between us is magical. We are completely in sync with each other. As we rub and frot, we will climax at the same time. We always do. I found my other half in Leo. We tease each other, but we love each other completely.

And someday Blake will find this same kind of love. Will it be with Nyck? Who knows? They’re only eighteen. If it’s not forever between them, then fine. They deserve to have some fun while they find out. And in the meantime they’re ridiculously adorable together.

I squeeze Leo and hug him hard while we rub and glide. Our breathing intensifies at the same time. I kiss him again. Our tongues rub together like the rest of our bodies. As talented as he is with his hands and mouth, this is always my favorite. So intimate. So in tune. We make a lovely sticky mess between us but we just keep kissing as our heartrates slowly normalize. The sticky mess doesn’t bother us. It’s proof. Evidence of our love. Besides, now we get to take a bath together and there’s still more of my man to explore.