My Goal

by H J Perry

  As he left his teenage years behind and matured, he questioned the things he'd learned. Everyone had sex before marriage, and they couldn't all be doomed to hell. In fact, it seemed highly unlikely that who and how you loved was not in any way connected to whether you were a good or bad person. Over many years Harry came to terms with the fact that he was gay. But today was the first time he's said it aloud.

  "There are other guestrooms. You might want to check out the bed for comfort before you commit yourself to this room." Carlos said without any conviction as he pulled Harry tightly to him. In each other's arms; their lips met and melded together into a kiss full of longing.

  Alone in the bedroom, just the two of them, kissing in an empty house. Hands on each other's bodies, wrinkling their shirts as they pushed up and under them. Harry ran his fingers over ridged abs. Carlos's fingers found the exposed skin of Harry's back.

  Harry's swollen dick ached, trapped inside his pants and pressed forward against Carlos. Harry's whole body ached for closeness and skin to skin contact. For the kind of pleasure that he'd only known with Carlos in one overnight hotel stay. The undeniable chemistry between Harry and Carlos swept aside years of self-denial and frustration and brought untapped sexuality bubbling to the surface.

  "I wasn't choosing the room for the quality of the bed, but for the man, I'd share it with." Harry drank in the essence of Carlos's skin as he whispered and Carlos guided him toward the bed.

  They tumbled onto the bed together, Carlos on top of Harry. Grinding into him. Harry thrust upward into Carlos.

  Carlos got off him. "I need to get out of these clothes. He quickly shed his shirt and trousers. Harry wriggled about on the bed to do the same. When they were both only in underpants, Carlos winked, smirked, and pulled his completely off. "I want to make love to you."

  Even though the same thought was on his mind. Hearing Carlos say it, Harry felt part thrilled part terrified. It was a huge hurdle to overcome, to get them naked in a bedroom together.

  "Don't worry I wouldn't do anything you don't want and you liked everything we did before?"

  Of all the players on the team, Carlos unleashed the passion buried inside of Harry. He had so much catching up to do. Harry knew what men did together, and he needed to do it. Years of repression, holding back, denying his desires. Shoved aside by this man who wanted him for more than just a casual hook up.

  "Maybe I could touch you all over and suck your dick like last time."

  Harry replied, "This time I want to suck you too."

  Carlos smiled. "I'm not going to refuse."

  Carlos stood before him, stripped bare, with his erection pointing straight out.

  Harry's heart hammered hard in his chest. He wanted it every way possible. To hold it, to suck it, to rub his own dick against it. He swung his legs around to sit on the end edge of the bed. Carlos moved a little closer, and Harry took hold of Carlos's dick and guided it to his mouth.

  Holding it in one hand, it was as big and heavy as he remembered. This time, up close, it simply looked delicious, and he couldn't wait to explore it with his tongue. First, he licked around the bulbous head and then let it slide into his mouth, filling his face. Harry must have had a bigger mouth than he'd realized as he was able to take most of the length with ease. At the same time his own felt ready to burst, such was his arousal.

  Fingers wove through his hair, massaging his scalp as he sucked and licked and pleasured the man whose moaning provided an erotic soundtrack to the action.

  "You are doing that so good, Harry."

  He welcomed the praise; having never done this before. Instinctively he knew what he wanted to do.

  After several minutes Carlos pulled back pushing Harry gently away from him. "This is fucking amazing, but I want to do it to you too. Can we do this together?"

  "Fuck yeah. Let's try."

  Harry shuffled over onto the bed, guided by Carlos who turned around. This seemed a great idea in theory, but in practice, the incredible sensation of giving while having his dick sucked for only the second time in his entire life was totally overwhelming.

  Harry wanted to make it so good for Carlos. He reached and squeezed Carlos's balls and reached between his thighs, running fingers over the smooth perineum and along his crack. At the same time, Harry tried to blank his mind from thinking about what was happening, in an attempt to buy a little more time before he exploded in Carlos's mouth. This was not going to last long.

  Especially with another cock in front of his face and entering his mouth.

  When he thought about how much he liked the texture of Carlos dick in his mouth and what it might be like to taste and swallow his cum, the idea of Carlos coming in his mouth was a thought too much. He let the dick drop from his lips but didn't release it from his hand.

  The climax defeated him. Harry let out a moan and every part of him froze except for his pulsing dick pumping into Carlos.

  Only seconds later, the first spurt from Carlos hit Harry's lips. He opened his mouth in response and put his tongue, eager to lick the end of Carlos's dick and lap up the spunk that shot forth from it.

  CARLOS

  Harry tasted of cum as they kissed with open mouths and clashing teeth and tongues that could not get deep enough. Carlos liked it; he surely tasted the same.

  It was early in the day and exciting, and something told Carlos they weren't about to stop just because they'd come. Once. They couldn't get enough of each other. For Carlos, it had been months since he'd touch someone else. He couldn't; not after meeting Harry.

  All confirmed. Harry was gay. And Harry was his boyfriend.

  "Harry," Carlos whispered. "I know what I want to do with you, but I'll be honest, I've not had a whole lot of experience with men."

  There had been men before, nothing serious just fun and mucking around. Before meeting Harry, Carlos always imagined he'd find the right woman because that's what men did. He found women attractive; he found men attractive. Finally, he'd found someone he could adore on a physical level and enjoy spending time with when outside the bedroom. The draw to Harry was something beyond mere physical beauty. His personality was both enigmatic and magnetic.

  Lustily longing to adore and explore every inch of Harry's perfect, physically fit, football playing body; to caress every muscle; to kiss him and lick him and taste him all over. Only once before today, Carlos knew the pleasure of Harry's body, and he wanted it again and again; to do the same things and more. To turn Harry on and take him to a place beyond ecstasy. To see his face flush, to hear him moan with joy.

  They might not do everything today, not all at once, but any intimacy with Harry seemed like a fucking excellent idea at that precise moment.

  "I've not had much experience either."

  Carlos didn't know what Harry meant, exactly. As he hadn't shared the full details of his own sexual experience, he didn't feel it necessary to quiz Harry. Carlos did not want to overstep the line of acceptable behavior; wherever it was. He was already certain Harry's line was in a different place to his own. They needed to clarify limits and boundaries. Take this a step at a time. Fortunately, they were both great runners.

  Carlos saw himself as an anything goes kind of guy whereas Harry came from a background of no sex before marriage. Carlos remembered some of his more devout religious friends from school. They had creative interpretations for that rule. Some translated it to mean anything goes except for cock in vagina penetration.

  No doubt about that it, Carlos wanted to bury his cock inside Harry, but he could wait. He'd had many nights filled with fantasies of fucking Harry and reverse. Carlos imagined riding his dick and coating each other's stomachs, chests and faces with spunk. For too long these things had remained fantasies but were moving increasingly closer to reality.

  If Harry wanted to wait until they were married, and Carlos was sure they would get married, he could wait. But he wondered how quickly they plan a wedding in Spain. Perhaps they could do it at Easter or in the football
off-season in June.

  More than he'd wanted anything or anyone before, Carlos wanted Harry, badly, even when a crowded room parted them. The smell taste and touch of the man sent his desires into overdrive. Holding Harry's dick and tasting it; feeling it pulse before pumping in his mouth. Carlos wanted a lot more of that. The previous time, on his knees in the hotel shower, Carlos couldn't hold back, and he came at and over Harry's feet. Today, they had all day.

  He was on top of Harry again, almost unsure how he got there, he just did. Wondering if his lover needed recovery time or the opportunity to breath, Carlos rolled off to the side but keeping an arm and leg wrapped around Harry.

  "How are you?"

  "So good. Do you need to ask?"

  The shaded windows and tiled floor helped maintain a cool temperature in the summer. It was a little chilly in the room in the middle of winter.

  "Wanted to be sure. Here let me pull the blankets over us.” They shuffled about to get warm, cozy and comfortable.

  "I thought you didn't like me much when we first met." As if that were possible, Carlos chuckled.

  "What gave you that impression?" The look on Harry's face confirmed the grain of truth in Carlos's suspicion.

  "You weren't very friendly, and you tried to keep me at arm's length. In fact, you've done quite a bit of that. Which is strange when you think about how close we've become."

  They chuckled together. You can't get much closer than naked skin to skin contact.

  "When do you mean? When we first met when you joined the club or way back when we were teenagers? Because when you joined the club I didn't know you were into guys, and I thought you might tell everybody about me."

  "How would I have known about you?" Carlos was confused. "I don't remember meeting you before last summer."

  The surprise on Harry's face was evident.

  "What? Have I forgotten something important?"

  "Not important to you, obviously. Yet I spent months shitting myself; wondering if people were going to find out. Back then I was terrified, and it all came back when you appeared at BSC a few months ago."

  "I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "It happened years ago when we were teenagers. You on one team, me on another; we played opposite each other in a match. I can't even remember the score or which side won. We were about eighteen years, and after the game you and I went off with a couple of girls."

  "We did?" Carlos wasn't sure what to make of that. "Okay. Are you into girls too?"

  Harry shook his head. "No, not at all."

  It was no surprise that he couldn't remember, Carlos packed a lot of history into his teenage years.

  "I didn't think you were into girls. You said you were gay earlier, and I suppose I guessed."

  "I'm not into girls. That was the problem. I was covering things up. I thought if guys saw me leave with a girl, they'd assume I was straight. That was my cover story and that night I thought you'd vouch for me. I'd gone off with this girl, and once alone the plan was, I wouldn't go beyond a little kissing with her and then I'd fake illness or make some other excuse and leave."

  "What happened?"

  "What I hadn't figured was that the girls were sharing a hotel room. We all went back to the same room. So that was bad for a start. I felt trapped. I knew I'd have to come up with an excuse to leave, and you'd see me back out. I'd fake an illness, and the illness wasn't even going to be fake, I started to feel sick. But that wasn't the worst of it.”

  Carlos listened intently, wishing he could remember. Wishing he could take away the obvious pain this memory caused Harry, even now.

  "That was not the worst of it. We'd just got in the room, and the girls were talking about a foursome. They said they really liked to see guys together and wanted us to kiss."

  Harry was obviously telling him something that had been a dreadful experience from his past, but Carlos couldn't help grinning. It sounded like something he'd have been well up for as a teenager.

  "So obviously we did kiss. It was the first time I'd ever kissed a guy. Even though I was panicking, and wondering how to get out of the situation, my body had a different agenda. I got a boner as soon as they suggested it and you felt it. You couldn't miss it. Even though we were dressed and supposed to be putting on a show for the girls."

  "Oh my God, Harry. I was probably drunk because I definitely don't remember but it sounds like something I'd have been well up for. As I'm sure you've noticed by now, I like cock too."

  "I was so wrapped up in staying in the closet; it never crossed my mind you might actually like it."

  “That's why I'd kiss you. Wasn't I hard too?"

  "I thought you were mucking about, and I ran from the room. For years I just felt humiliated when I thought about it."

  "Honestly Harry." Under the covers, Carlos covered Harry's soft dick with his hand and peppered his face with kisses.

  "Now you know how much I want this dick of yours. I may have been more interested in you than whatever those girls had to offer. And here we are. Your dick in my hand but who knows where those girls are and who cares?"

  "So what does this all mean for us when we get back to real life?" asked Harry.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  January

  HARRY

  "At last we get to meet you. Welcome, Harry." Bella held her arms open wide for a hug. Carlos's mother looked as elegant as she had in the photo of her attending her son's wedding.

  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Garcia." Harry went in for the hug and wondered at her comment, at last? Had Carlos talked about him?

  "Please, call me Bella. I'm so sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. Carlos, you should have warned me what time you were coming." Her English was impeccable, though she spoke with an accent. The whole family had lived in England for a decade.

  "Don't worry mom; I've been the perfect host, entertaining Harry."

  Harry didn't dare look in Carlos's direction; he could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks. They had hurriedly dressed when they heard the car pull up outside. And entered the living area at the same time that Mrs. Garcia walked in laden with shopping bags.

  "You've offered Harry a drink? Food?"

  "Not yet. We stopped in a café on the way here. I've just shown Harry around."

  Thinking about what he'd seen, while being supposedly shown around, Harry felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. He'd never been someone's boyfriend before, and here he was, all of a sudden, meeting his boyfriend's mother. What's more, she couldn't possibly know about their relationship, because they'd only just discussed it themselves.

  "Carlos, would you bring in wood from the shed and light a fire in the hearth while Harry helps me bring in the rest of my shopping?"

  Carlos responded with a grin. "Don't work him too hard he needs a rest."

  Damn you, Carlos, and your innuendo.

  "They work us very hard through December in English football. I think La Liga have more of a Christmas break." Harry felt compelled to justify Carlos's comment.

  "Come on, boys."

  Harry followed Bella to the car; Carlos disappeared in a different direction.

  "Harry my son is very fond of you, he speaks about you all the time," she said when they were outside.

  "Does he call you often?" Harry wasn't sure which surprised him most, Carlos talking about him or speaking with his parents frequently. He never portrayed himself as someone so close to his family, and yet seeing him here. Clearly, they were very close.

  "Every week and he always talks about you, ever since he joined that new football team. You were the star of the team to him, so much so that we had to look you up on the Internet." She opened the trunk of the car. Harry saw just two bags in it, not much of a chore.

  "I promised myself I would not be an interfering mother, but I cannot stand by and watch my younger son get hurt as life slips by."

  Harry cocked his head, not entirely sure what she was getting at.

  "I th
ink he's messing it up. It's not for me to tell you. He should tell you himself." She picked out the bags, handed them to Harry, and closed the trunk.

  "I knew it when I used to listen to him on the phone, talking about you, and now you are here. I've been with you only for minutes and I see how he looks at you."

  Harry stood holding the bags and listening to Bella. She remained stationary by the vehicle and made no attempt to go indoors. The surprise at what he heard must have shown on his face.

  "You seem like a nice young man and I hope you're not going to break his heart."

  Harry didn't know how to respond but honestly. "I don't plan to."

  "He's crazy about you?"

  "Yes. I found out recently." Harry found it hard to believe that Carlos's mother knew, and they were having this conversation.

  "So long as you know." She smiled but didn't move as if waiting for more information.

  "I rather like him too."

  "That's a relief. Now, José and Peter are coming for dinner; that's my older son and his husband. We all speak English, so you should feel at home."

  CARLOS

  "I'm not ready to tell people, Carlos," said Harry when they were finally alone in the bedroom.

  They'd left Bella and Ron still talking in front of the dying embers on the hearth where earlier a fire warmed the home. José and Peter had left some time ago, facing the journey ahead of them and an early start for work in the morning.

  Carlos squeezed Harry's hand. The same one he'd been holding for…he'd lost track of time. His brain flooded with Rioja; his stomach heavy with paella; all he knew was it was way past late o'clock.

  He'd got closer and closer to Harry through the evening. When he got to his feet, his fingers were threaded through Harry's, so he dragged Harry along with him. Did his family notice? Probably. Did it matter? No. Not to Carlos.