Staying True (Gay Romance)

by Trina Solet

  Shifting down to the space between his naked thighs, Spencer groaned in anticipation. His hand skimmed Troy's sides and stopped to rest near his crotch. Spencer raised his eyes to meet Troy's. Now it was real and Spencer was fully conscious of what he was about to do.

  He felt his long fingers curl around Troy's cock. A shudder passed from Troy's body to his and back. Spencer hovered above him then dipped lower so his face was over Troy's erection. He let his breath tease it as he spoke.

  "Thanks for picking me to be your first," Spencer said then licked the precum off the tip. He savored the taste as well as Troy's deep moan. Telling Troy, "You taste amazing," he nuzzled his balls. He took the head of his cock in his mouth then swirled his tongue around it. Letting his lips and tongue play over every vein, Spencer felt like he could worship Troy's cock forever.

  *

  This had only been a fantasy.

  As Spencer's hot, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling, Troy was lost. He didn't know anything could feel this good. The next hot swipe of Spencer's tongue sliding up and down his shaft made Troy grunt and shudder hard.

  He couldn't take it. His hips started to thrust, but he made himself hold still. By sheer force of will, he anchored himself to the bed and tried not to move. His whole body tensed, desperate for more. His nerves thrummed with every movement of Spencer's mouth.

  His mouth was sliding over his cock, his hand pumping in rhythm over the rest. Troy tried to stay motionless, but he couldn't help thrusting just a little in time with Spencer's sucking. Spencer had a firm hold on him but he allowed it, no, he liked it. Troy could tell because he sent a moan over his cock and right into him. The sweet vibration amplified his pleasure and made him tremble and groan.

  Troy couldn't take another second of it. He needed to pump. He needed to fuck. Troy knew he shouldn't but he was helpless to it and thrust deeper into Spencer's mouth as he came. Everything went white as pleasure shot through him like lightning. Looking down his body, his chest heaving, he watched Spencer swallow and open his own fly.

  Troy reached for him. His fist closed over Spencer's as they both took hold of his cock. His lips, still swollen and wet from sucking him off, landed on Troy's for a deep, thorough kiss. Working together, they had Spencer coming in no time. Troy held him closer and kissed him harder as he came. He felt Spencer's moans travel through him and tasted his own come.

  Shoulder to shoulder, they were sitting against the headboard. One of Spencer's legs was swung over one of Troy's and their heads leaned together. Troy was naked and Spencer was still dressed. That was kind of weird.

  As he was thinking about maybe getting him naked, Troy felt Spencer shift and relax with his head on his chest. Troy wondered if he could stay the night. He would feel stupid asking and admitting how much he liked just holding Spencer. That crap wasn't part of the plan. But maybe if he just didn't move, they could stay like this for a while.

  Then Spencer's phone chimed with a new text and he reached for it. He moved a little away from Troy as he read it and answered it. Some more texts and replies went back and forth, and Troy wondered if this might be Spencer's way of sending a message, reminding him where things stood between them. Obviously Troy needed the reminder.

  He got up and started to get dressed. It was weird that he got to experience something so incredible and then had to pretend it meant nothing. That was something he needed to learn too – the highs followed by the lows, like Christmas day after all the presents were opened and all that was left were bits of torn wrapping paper. Still, Spencer had given him the best gift.

  *

  Spencer hated to feel Troy leave the bed, his weight shifting then gone as he stood up. He wasn't supposed to stay though. Spencer had no right to feel disappointed.

  Not wanting to give himself away, Spencer was going to pretend to be into the stupid, drunk texts Donna was sending him. His eyes wouldn't obey and stay on the screen. Spencer turned to admire Troy as he bent down to pick up his clothes and put them on. The view of him as he walked away wasn't all bad either. Sweatpants on that ass, what could be better, other than Spencer's hands on that ass.

  "So that's what I've been missing," Troy said and looked at Spencer over his shoulder before he was gone.

  Spencer watched him disappeared from sight as the door closed after him. Sitting up higher against the headboard, he watched the now closed door. More texts came from Donna. She was having a really good time, but this time Spencer ignored them.

  Later that night, Spencer was sleepless. Nothing was worse that not being able to enjoy a good night's sleep. That maddening sliver of light under his door was like someone shining a flashlight in his face. This was a punishment for being a fool and letting someone like Troy get to him.

  He slept on and off, but dreams of Troy kept him restless until his eyes were stabbed by sunlight. Spencer squinted threateningly at the morning light that dared to enter his room. Stupid sun.

  As he was considering dragging himself out of bed, another punishment came his way. Greg came into Spencer's bedroom. Holding a mug of coffee, and handing another one to Spencer, he sat at the foot of his bed.

  "How filthy is this bed right now?" he asked as he checked the space where he had planted his ass. How the hell did he know he and Troy hooked up?

  "So so," Spencer told him as he sat up so he could drink the cup of death Greg had brought him.

  "I saw that you two were getting ready to jump each other as soon as I turned my back," Greg said accusingly.

  Spencer tried to act as casual as he could. "It was no big deal, just a hook-up."

  "Since when are you a hook-up guy?"

  "Since forever. You don't know me as well as you think you do," Spencer claimed.

  Greg didn't buy it for a minute. "So you're not the hapless guy I know? You're all cool-headed about sex and sophisticated all of a sudden?"

  "People grow. Troy and I have an arrangement," Spencer said decisively. He wasn't sure if it was an ongoing thing or if last night was it, but he didn't want Greg to think he was falling for Troy. He wasn't that stupid.

  "Arrangement my ass. You look at him like your going to devour him," Greg said.

  "In case you haven't noticed, he's hot. How am I supposed to look at him?"

  "With less heart and more dick," Greg said.

  "Huh?"

  Greg dismissed his show of confusion. "Don't pretend you don't know what I mean."

  "Whatever," Spencer said and got out of bed. He set down his coffee cup and went to get ready just so he wouldn't have to listen to Greg.

  On his way to the bathroom, he stopped near Troy's bedroom door and saw it was left ajar. Troy wasn't in there.

  "He went for a run," Greg told him, coming up behind Spencer and startling him.

  Greg went to the kitchen, but Spencer lingered. The things Troy had been wearing to bed were thrown over his pillow. Spencer was dying to climb in there, sniff his pillow and his clothes. But that would be so wrong.

  Greg was right. Troy was too much for him to handle. Spencer wasn't equipped for this. He wanted this thing with Troy to be no big deal, but he felt like he was already getting pulled down into unknown depths.

  At work, Spencer was making up a big order that some guy was picking up for his office. While he waited, the office guy was talking on the phone, telling someone how he needed to ditch some girl who was getting clingy.

  "She's like, 'You want to grab something to eat?' If I wanted to date her, I would be the one asking. And when she gives head, she stops every two minutes to ask if I'm close. Jesus."

  That kind of bitching was just what Spencer liked to listen to. It was a rude reminder to him not to get clingy. Troy wasn't anything like this guy, but he also wasn't looking to get serious just because Spencer did him the favor of blowing him.

  After the guy left, Wanda sidled up to Spencer. "I hear gay guys give the best head. Someone should tell that guy to switch teams."

  "We don't want him," Spen
cer told her. "And that guy doesn't deserve good head anyway."

  "You're so shallow," she accused him.

  "That wasn't about his looks," Spencer told her though the guy was lucky any girl was into him. "He was a jerk."

  "You didn't want my geeky cousin after I showed you a picture of him," she reminded him. "You said it was like looking in the mirror."

  "Since when is that an insult?" It wasn't a compliment either though. That's what Spencer should remember. Instead, he was estimating how much time he could spend with Troy before he ditched him for getting clingy. Being with Troy just felt so good even if they only sat around watching TV or talking. If Troy was a jerk, Spencer's life would be so much simpler.

  Chapter 8

  When he came home, Spencer didn't see the usual pile of junk mail Greg liked to dump on the kitchen counter. No one else was there so he went out to check the mailbox on the first floor. Halfway down, he heard footsteps on the stairs. It wasn't the quick snap of Greg's feet. The footsteps were too slow and dragging to be Troy, but that's who Spencer saw coming up toward him.

  Flashbacks from last night played in front of his eyes as Spencer stood there, rooted to the spot. He told himself to get out of the way so the man could pass him on the narrow stairway, but Troy stopped a few steps below him and smiled up at him.

  "It's nice to see you, really nice," Troy told him, his voice a familiar sound that still made Spencer feel warm and shivery inside.

  Spencer shrugged and tried to keep that warm feeling from turning hot. But it was too late. The feeling was heating up his body and spreading all through him. He was helpless against the way Troy's eyes had brightened as soon as he saw him and the way his voice washed over him.

  "Did you have a rough day at work?" Spencer asked since Troy looked so relieved to see a friendly face.

  "A little bit. Our boss had a bad day, so everybody had a bad day. Want to make me feel better?" Troy asked wickedly.

  "First I'm going to go get the mail. Then I'll think about what I can do for you," Spencer told him. He started to walk down again. As usual, Troy didn't move out of his way. "You like crowding me, don't you?"

  "I do," Troy admitted with a big smile.

  "Looking like you do, you can get away with anything," Spencer told him as he squeezed past him. It was more than his looks though. There was something so open and warm about Troy. And once Spencer was done playing hard to get, he would be all over him and explore his appeal fully.

  Spencer went back up with the junk mail in hand and his heart beating too fast. He only had time to drop the mail on the kitchen counter before Troy was on him.

  "You're in a hurry," Spencer said, his voice shaky as Troy nuzzled his neck.

  "Greg won't be gone forever and we might want to make some noise," Troy said and nibbled on his ear.

  Spencer suppressed a whimper that got lost in Troy's kiss. A little light groping and kissing as they made their way to Spencer's bedroom made him burn for Troy even more. By the time they got inside, Spencer was ripping his fly open and Troy's cock was in his hand.

  Pushing Troy to sit on the bed, Spencer kneeled in front of him. He ran his hands over Troy's powerful thighs and wished he could explore his body thoroughly. But Troy's hands were in his hair, his breathing fast and loud. Troy was too ready, desperate to come. Spencer didn't want to make him wait.

  His cock thick and hard in his grip, Spencer licked a path down to his balls. Spencer hoped he would get another chance to lick him all over. For now he enjoyed Troy's enthusiastic response as he sucked him hard, giving him what he needed.

  Troy's hoarse moans were pure pleasure to him. Every sound he made urged him on. His hands mussed Spencer's hair, tugging at it, pulling him back and forth over his cock a little. Troy cursed and came and then dropped back on the bed.

  "Oh, God. You're so good," he gasped. "Sorry I came so fast."

  "It was quick but good," Spencer told him as he stood up, but then he realized he should warn him. "I don't know about the girls you dated, but keep in mind, not everyone likes being pulled by the hair."

  "Fuck. I'm sorry," Troy said, looking stricken. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."

  "It's fine. I mean, I don't mind," Spencer stammered as he sat down on the bed. In fact he was still unbearably hard from every second of sucking Troy's cock and everything that went along with it.

  "I want to do you now," Troy said and pulled Spencer down on the bed next to him. He ran his hand up Spencer's leg until he was cupping his erection.

  "A handjob is fine." Spencer wasn't sure Troy really wanted to.

  Leaning on his arms and looming above him, Troy gave him an intense look. "No. I want to ... I need to... I have to have you." His eyes roved Spencer's body with an open look of desire. Spencer found it hard to believe that it was for him.

  "OK," Spencer said uncertainly.

  "I've been dying to do this," Troy said.

  Spencer liked this side of Troy too much to resist him or his own need. He firmly reminded himself that Troy was dying to suck cock, not to suck his cock. The way Troy grabbed him and kissed him before he started to undo his belt drove all thoughts out of his head.

  It was really easy to forget what this was about. Everything Troy did felt so good. Spencer just wanted to forget everything but the feeling building inside him as Troy looked down at him with lust and started to undo the buttons of his fly.

  With Spencer's jeans unbuttoned and Troy holding his fly open, he stopped. "Can I...?" Troy asked in a low, husky voice. Then he took a breath. "I want to strip you all the way. That OK?"

  "Sure," Spencer said. He couldn't say no to him now.

  *

  Troy started out being nervous, but soon got overwhelmed by other, much stronger feelings. While he unbuttoned Spencer's shirt, he lifted Troy's t-shirt and fondled his pecs.

  "Arms up," Spencer told him. Troy raised his arms so Spencer could slide the t-shirt up and off him. He had already discovered that it felt amazing to be undressed by another guy. It made him hard all over again. Plus he liked how Spencer was looking at him. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted.

  Those lips just had to be kissed. Troy leaned in slowly, feeling his hands become shaky as he tried to work the last button of Spencer's shirt at the same time. Spencer tilted his head and their lips met. Troy felt like he was falling as Spencer's mouth moved over his and his tongue slid inside. Troy tasted him for only a moment before Spencer pulled back, his tongue licking his lower lip.

  Troy dragged Spencer's jeans and boxers together down his legs and never took his eyes off his erection. He wanted it so bad.

  "You too," Spencer said and Troy's jeans came off as well.

  Troy didn't know where their clothes landed and he didn't care. He had spent too much time picturing Spencer naked not to go a little crazy at the sight of the real thing. His heart was beating hard, pounding in his ears so loud he almost couldn't hear his own heavy breathing.

  Spencer was too beautiful for words and with his cock jutting out hard and ready for Troy to suck, he was the most beautiful thing Troy had ever seen – long limbs, slim body, an irresistible cock. This was it. He could touch Spencer as much as he wanted, every inch, but first Troy had to kiss him some more.

  His hands were uncoordinated, trying to grope Spencer everywhere. Troy was embarrassed at how overcome he was, but mainly he wanted Spencer so much he didn't care if he made a fool of himself just as long as he got to make him come.

  Troy pressed his nose into the dark hair that led from his navel to his dick. It was all new to him and he couldn't slow down to savor it. He just had to have Spencer right now. He took him in deep, too deep.

  Troy sucked him with no mercy. Spencer bucked under him, thrashed under the incredible suction. Then he came with a cry, and Troy swallowed pure happiness. He was on fire and came as soon as he reached down to touch his cock.

  Troy didn't know how much time passed, just breathing and sometimes kissing Spencer.


  "Why did you rush?" Spencer asked him, still breathless, his voice quiet right in Troy's ear.

  "I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it. I finally had you where I wanted you."

  "Next time, slow down. Let a man enjoy some head," Spencer told him.

  "I think I love sucking cock. Maybe even too much," Troy said while wearing a blissful smile.

  "That means that you might be gay."

  "I'll have to investigate some more. To make sure," Troy said and rolled on top of Spencer to kiss him, feel him and taste him all over again.

  This felt so right. How did he deny it to himself all this time?

  Troy was only now getting to know himself, what he liked, how it felt to be with a man. He was really happy to have Spencer teaching him. He was just the guy to show him how good it felt when it was right.

  Troy had felt the pressure of Spencer's cock at his throat and he liked it. Next time he would take him deeper. Of course next time it might be someone else. But right now, his mind could only picture Spencer and only feel Spencer filling his mouth with his hard cock and the taste of his come.

  Afterward Troy was almost asleep, but he needed a trip to the bathroom. He left Spencer's bed unwillingly and pulled on his jeans. Later, going back to Spencer's room, he wasn't happy to see that he was gone and he couldn't climb back into bed with him. Then he saw that Spencer was up, dressed and foraging for something to eat in the kitchen.

  Troy put on his t-shirt and went to join him. Not trusting Spencer when it came to food, Troy took over and made some spaghetti for them. They watched TV and Spencer gave a lecture on zombies.

  "You could teach a class," Troy told him. "Too bad you can't major in that."

  "Yes," Spencer agreed readily.

  After a few hours of Z Nation, they were ready for bed. Troy was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to go back to Spencer's room. He went anyway and hung out in the doorway. If Spencer didn't want him there, he would have to throw him out.