by Hayden Hunt
“You cooked this?!”
We had been ordering a lot of takeout lately when we hung out together. A few times Gabe had cooked breakfast, but nothing this extravagant.
“I had no idea you could cook like this!” I said as he pulled my chair out so I could sit down.
“Yeah, I know, I’m awesome.” He gave me a cocky smile. “Dig in.”
He sat down at his own chair across from me and began to eat. I carefully tore off a chunk of chicken with my fork and ate it gingerly.
It was absolutely delicious. It didn’t just look good, it tasted amazing.
“This is seriously fantastic,” I told him as I continued to take quick bites, not able to get enough.
“I’m glad you like it.” He grinned at me.
“There’s only one thing wrong with this dinner,” I told him.
“What, was is it?” he asked worriedly.
“Well, you’re all the way across the table. You’re a million miles away…” I hinted as I pushed out the chair right next to me.
He laughed, grabbed his plate, and came to sit by me.
“Much better,” I said as I kissed him. “But seriously, what’s the special occasion? I mean, I know it can’t be an anniversary since we haven’t even known each other a month.”
He laughed. “No, no anniversary. I just thought tonight would be special… I was hoping that this night might create future anniversaries.”
Wait, was he going to ask me out? Like, was he going to officially ask me to be his boyfriend? Did he mean that this night would be the anniversary of the night we got together?
I tried to stay calm. I didn’t want to ruin anything he had planned.
“Well, uh, what do you mean?” I asked as casually as I could.
“This is kind of awkward to say but… I think tonight might be the night.”
“The night? For what?”
“You know… the night. Our first night.”
Oh, I got it now. Well, it wasn’t a proposal to begin a relationship but it was a close second.
Gabe and I had been fooling around quite a bit lately, but we hadn’t had sex. For obvious reasons. That was a pretty big leap for Gabe, who had never had sex with anyone.
What we did was a little less intense. We’d both blown each other, gotten acquainted with one another’s bodies. We were taking things slow.
Which I was fine with, because frankly, everything we did together was incredibly hot anyway. I didn’t need full on intercourse to get off with him so I was sure not to put any kind of pressure on him.
I actually thought it would be months before we had our real first time. I didn’t think he’d be ready so soon. But clearly, he had this night on his mind. And I wasn’t going to turn down sex with the hottest guy I’d ever met.
“Are you sure?” I asked, now eating a little slower. He had stopped eating completely.
“I’m positive. If that’s okay with you, I mean.”
“Yes.” I nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course it is.”
He took in a deep breath. “Well, okay then, good.”
There was a little more tension during our dinner now that we both knew what would be happening later. Thankfully, we were so open with each other that we had already talked about the mechanics of sex. I had explained to him what gay sex is really like, considering porn didn’t exactly give the most accurate representation. And he knew I liked to bottom; I could sense during our conversations he was a little relieved to hear that.
“So, uh, you done eating?” I asked him.
“Pretty much, are you—”
I didn't even let him finish his sentence. I practically jumped out of my seat and started kissing his neck. Now that I knew what was on his mind, I couldn't stand to wait. If I was going to have him tonight, I wanted to have him now.
I didn’t even start out with the slow neck kisses that I usually did. Nope, I was just going to go for it. I didn't want to waste any time. I was biting at his neck, sucking on him as he moaned, when he also stood up and we started stumbling toward the couch.
He began to reach down to my pants to unbuckle them and let them and my boxers fall to the floor. I reached down for his belt too, slowly letting my hand linger on the bulge where his cock was sitting before I let his clothing fall to the floor.
The entire time, I was still attached to his neck and only separated my mouth when we went to pull off our shirts.
I loved this part, the part right before we start doing sexual things, when we were both naked in front of each other. I ran my hands all along the body that I had come to love. This was so intimate, so vulnerable.
But it was about to get a lot more intimate.
I didn’t even notice when I walked in that he had placed a bottle of lube on his coffee table. He was not kidding, he really prepared for tonight.
I wondered if the sexual tension had been going for him all day. If he had just been sitting here, in his apartment, thinking about how hard he was going to fuck me later.
I really hoped he was.
For the first time, our dynamic began to shift as Gabe took a more dominant role. He gave me a cocky smile, then pushed me down on the couch on top of my stomach. Yes, thank god, he remembered me saying that I liked my men to take control when they plowed me.
After I was face down on the couch, he climbed on top of my legs behind me and let his hands rub all over my ass.
He grabbed the oily lube from the table and started squirting the cold stuff right onto my ass cheeks. He rubbed in the oil, lathering the entire outside of my ass cheeks.
“You know, I don’t actually need lube there,” I told him. “It isn’t going to help you slide in.”
“I know that,” he said confidently. “I just like the way your ass looks when it’s all shiny with oil. I’d prefer to look at your face while I fuck you, but if I’m going to be looking at this cute ass instead, I want it to look its best.”
God, he was so fucking sexy.
When I was oiled up to his liking, he took the lube again and placed some on his fingers. Slowly, he slid two lubed up fingers into my asshole.
It felt so god damn good. It felt like so long since I had been fucked that I probably could get off just with him sliding his fingers in and out of me.
But I wanted more. I wanted the whole cock. I wanted him ramming himself inside me. I wanted to feel his skin on my skin.
He rubbed his own prick down with lube and then put it at the entrance to my asshole. Slowly, he began to push inside me, savoring every inch as it entered me.
I could feel his cock pushing against my inner walls and started moaning. He responded by wrapping his hand around my mouth to keep me quiet and then pushing in more forcefully.
When he was finally inside me to the hilt, and I could actually feel his balls against my ass cheek, that was when he went all in.
He began ramming me just the way I liked. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, making a loud smacking noise. He would pull all the way out so that only his tip was inside me, then thrust back in. I could feel him in my fucking guts.
“Yes, baby, yes!” I screamed, though I was muffled by his hand still grasping my mouth.
I began to writhe under him. My body was doing it without my control. I didn't want to twitch, I didn't want to pull away from him, but it was almost like the pleasure was too much. My body was revolting against it, doing its best to slide away.
He quickly removed his hand from my mouth and instead steadied them at my shoulders. He was holding me down, making sure my body didn’t move as he rammed himself against my oiled up ass.
I was screaming now. Anybody in the hall would be able to hear us, but I didn’t care, and now that he was thrusting into me this way, neither did Gabe.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.” He groaned as he was beginning to edge toward orgasm. “I’m going to fucking cum.”
“Do it!” I begged. “Give it to me, baby. Fill me up with every last
bit of you. Mark me as yours, I want it. I want it so bad.” I was practically squealing now.
He buried his cock in me and I could actually feel his balls tense up as he shot a fat load into me. I was filled with warmth and moaned in pleasure as the ecstasy overtook me.
I had had sex with a lot of guys. A lot of good sex with many hot guys, I might add. But this encounter took the cake. Never had I felt anything this good before.
Maybe it was because of how close I felt to Gabe, or maybe he was just that damn hot. Either way, the sex was good.
“Holy shit,” I moaned as he pulled out of me and then sat up on the couch. “That was so good.”
“Really? Was it?” he asked, unsure.
“Absolutely! How could you even doubt yourself?”
“Well, it is my first time…” he reminded me.
Holy shit. I had completely forgotten about that.
“I would never know you were a virgin if you hadn’t told me,” I said to him. “You are really fucking hot.”
He laughed as he started pulling on his shirt.
“No, don’t,” I told him.
“Don’t what?” he asked, confused.
“Don’t put your shirt on. Leave it off, stay naked. Let’s just cuddle here naked for a while.”
“Really?” he asked. “I mean, okay, if you want to lay next to my naked, sweaty body.”
Of course I wanted to lay next to him! Sweat didn’t deter me. This was real. We had just fucked, we were naked and vulnerable, and this was the most intimate state we could be in. This was the kind of intimacy I always craved.
“I do,” I told him. “I really, really do.”
7
Gabe
It was crazy how fast my relationship with Oliver was growing. Even more than that, how different my life was becoming.
I felt good for the first time in a long time. Hell, for the first time I could even remember. Which was crazy, considering I recently lost the only real family member I had left.
Sometimes I felt guilty about that. When I first moved here, being in my grandma’s apartment without her made me pretty depressed. And now it had brought me the greatest happiness in my life.
It felt fucked up, in a way. Like tragedy was bringing me happiness. It didn’t feel right. But I tried to think about it a different way. I tried to think that, even beyond the grave, my grandma was still guiding me toward happiness.
She really would have been happy to see where I was these days. And not just because I found a man. Which was nice, but not the most important thing.
What she’d really be glad about was to see the way I was growing. I spent most of my life thus far stagnating in my unhappiness, willing myself to not think about all the things in my life that hurt me. I was finally addressing those problems, and I felt good.
And this was mostly thanks to Oliver. He had pushed me to see a psychiatrist to work through all of the things in my life I had ignored. I still talked to him about everything, too; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear my problems. Actually, those kind of conversations were the ones he loved most. The conversations where things got real and we were completely open with one another.
But being open with someone about your issues isn’t really enough to change things. There are still things to work through, and after so many years, I had no idea where to start. Which was where the therapist came in.
And I really liked her. I called her Doctor Andrews, and she was very sweet. She wasn’t the slightest bit judgmental, which was nice. It felt a little weird to confess to someone that I was gay and dating a man and not have them judge me for it.
It shouldn’t have been, of course. I knew that most people weren’t as bigoted as my parents. But it was one of those things you couldn’t help but think. Particularly after your first homosexual encounter was met with some extreme hostility and trauma.
It wasn’t all good, I’d admit that. Growth was still hard. I’d cried more in the last few months than I had in my whole life. But this was a good kind of pain, the kind of pain that felt like I was on a road to recovery.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed the change, either. I was starting to be more open with everyone around me. Coworkers had commented on the difference. Just today, a girl at my job named Julia told me that I seemed really happy lately.
And I truly was.
I didn’t know if my boss was that happy about the change, though. I’d been taking a lot less overtime than I used to. I even called in sick to work once… And I wasn’t sick. Unless Oliver fever was a thing and the only cure was a day in bed with endless amounts of sex.
Even that was nice, though. It used to be that my job was my everything and I never even thought about how incredibly depressing that was. That wasn’t what life was meant to be. Your job was supposed to be the way you made money, not the way you enjoyed life.
And I never really did at work. Enjoy life, that was. I used it to float the days on by. Avoiding my depression was the most I could hope for at that point. Now that I actually knew what it was like to feel good with another person, work wouldn’t ever become my priority again. Nothing trumped the love you got from another person.
I was sitting at home on a Saturday, waiting for Oliver to get off his shift at the flower shop, when I got a phone call from him.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Baby, hi!” he said eagerly. “I’ve got a real important question to ask you.”
“Okay…” I said nervously. “Shoot.”
“Are you free tonight?”
I laughed. “Uh, yeah, of course I’m free. I thought we were going to spend tonight together.”
“Right, we are, but I mean are you free to not just hang out on your couch with me?”
I’d admit, that was my favorite activity. I was still a big introvert and I’d rather be hanging out in my apartment with Oliver rather than doing virtually anything else. But I had hung out with his friends several times and that was nice too, in small doses. So I wasn’t completely opposed to doing something different tonight.
“Depends, what is it?”
“Have dinner at my place and meet my parents?”
“Uh, what?” I asked, a knot in my throat.
“Babe, it’s been several months. My parents are dying to meet you. They’ve never seen me so serious about a boy before and they just want to know more about you. They’re really bugging me to do dinner tonight, can we do that?”
“Sure,” I said.
It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I didn’t know how to say no. He had already brought it up several times and I’d shut it down, so I couldn’t avoid it forever.
Especially not with Oliver. He had a very special relationship with his parents. They saw each other at least every other day at the shop. They talked all the time. They knew literally everything about his life.
“Oh my god, okay! Fantastic! Be at my place tonight at 7 pm. Love you!”
“Yeah, love you too,” I said before hanging up and rushing to my closet.
Shit, I needed to find something acceptable to wear. I needed to make a good impression. Thankfully, I already had an expensive bottle of wine in the cabinet that I could bring over. That should help.
I’d always heard meeting someone’s parents for the first time was nerve wracking, but you never really knew until you were doing it. And this wasn’t just the first time meeting Oliver’s parents, it was my first time meeting anyone’s parents. I didn’t even know how parents in general reacted to me.
God, this was so stressful.
But it’d make Oliver happy. That was what I needed to focus on. I was going to do this for him.
I had never known myself to be the people-pleasing type, but now that I was in a relationship with Oliver, it’d really come out of me. I loved to make him happy. Any little surprise I could think of, I did it for him. I felt corny little notes around his apartment. I made surprise dinners. I loved seeing a giant smile on his face.
A
nd, funnily enough, he seemed to be the same kind of person. My dining room table was now never without flowers.
The part of me that was nervous about all of this had dissipated. I still hadn’t figured out who I was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to. I was happy and that was all that mattered… For now, anyway.
The minutes ticked away like hours as I waited for 7 pm to arrive. I didn’t even have the normal luxury of killing some time driving over to my boyfriend’s apartment because he lived next door. I couldn’t leave until five minutes before because anything else would be rude. And my etiquette tonight was going to be perfect.
I knocked on the door, bottle of wine in my hand, and waited for Oliver to open the door.
He was smiling from ear to ear when he did, and I caught a glimpse of his parents behind him.
“You’re here!” he said cheerfully. “And you brought wine.”
“I have.” I smiled nervously.
“Come in, come in!” he said eagerly, tugging my hand and bringing me face to face with his parents.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.
“Mom, Dad, this is Gabe. Gabe, these are my parents.”
“Oh, hello, sweetheart!” His mother pulled me in for a hug. “You can call me Sherry.”
“Hello, Sherry, so nice to finally meet you.”
“Likewise! We have heard so much about you.”
His dad offered his hand for a shake. “And you can call me Gene.”
“Gene, great to meet you too.” I smiled.
“So, tell us all about yourself!” his mother said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen table to sit. She reminded me a lot of her son.
“Oh, well, where to start?” I said awkwardly because I really couldn’t think of what to say. My nerves were getting the best of me.
“Start with your job! What do you do for a living?” she asked.
“Oh, I work at a dental practice, actually. I’m an office manager there.”
“An office manager, oh! How successful.” She smiled.
“Well, it pays the bills.” I smiled.