I knew it was pathetic to be jealous of Gerald, but as I stood at the backyard grill on the Fourth of July, I found myself glowering at my neighbor’s son.
While I was supposed to be making sure I cooked the hot dogs just the way Mom liked, I was much more interested in watching George, Gerald, and Gerald’s girlfriend. They were sitting on George’s back porch, sipping from glasses of iced tea.
I’d already exchanged friendly waves with the three of them, and even called out, “Happy Fourth!” George smiled at me before returning his attention to his visitors.
As I now monitored the grill, I hoped George was sneaking glances at my ass, since I’d worn my tightest pair of jeans.
Mom came outside to check my progress. “Ooh, those hot dogs are perfect!” she said. “Let’s eat.”
She and I sat at a picnic table in the shade. Looking over at our neighbor’s house, she smiled. “I’d planned to invite George over so he wouldn’t spend the holiday alone, but I’m glad Gerald decided to visit.”
I merely nodded. Though I tried to be happy for George, I couldn’t totally subdue that selfish wish to have him all to myself.
Gerald and his girlfriend didn’t leave until Sunday afternoon. I told myself I wouldn’t go over to George’s house that night. He’d had guests for the past several days, and I figured he might want some time to himself.
Still, I didn’t see the harm in climbing out of my bedroom window and making myself comfortable in the backyard. Though the moon’s brightness was waning, it provided enough illumination for me to see without a flashlight.
I’d done a good job of convincing myself I was lounging around outside simply to enjoy the pleasant summer evening. I tried to ignore the fact that I listened intently for any sound like a door opening, or ice clinking in a glass.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been lying there when I heard it: George’s door being eased ajar. It was a wonder I didn’t bolt upright and give him a big wave. Somehow, I managed to stay put even as he stepped out onto the back porch.
He said my name so quietly that I might not have heard him if I hadn’t been closely listening. This time, I did climb to my feet, and I was quick about it. We didn’t have long tonight, and I wanted to make the most of every minute with him.
When I padded up his porch steps on bare feet, he retreated into the darkness of his kitchen. I immediately followed him inside.
With the door closed behind us, George reached for me. I didn’t have a chance to ask how Gerald’s visit had been, or if George had a good holiday. All my questions dissolved on my tongue once he pressed his lips to mine.
His hands were everywhere: in my hair, grabbing my ass, rubbing my crotch. Of course, I was hard and ready, and when I slipped a hand between his thighs, I discovered he was the same way. He’d clearly been looking forward to this as well!
Moments later, we were naked and in his bedroom, with only the light from the hallway on. In the semi-darkness, I felt bold. I didn’t hesitate or doubt myself once George climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees.
“I need your cock, Sawyer.” He’d begun stroking himself. “Fuck my ass.”
I moved to join him on the bed. While my pulse hammered in my skull, and my dick jumped with its own eagerness, I knelt behind George and then spread his buttocks farther apart. Leaning forward, I buried my face between his cheeks.
As my tongue worked to open him up, he made high-pitched moans that surprised me. His hand moved even faster at his cock when I turned my attention to his perineum.
“Oh, Jesus!” George trembled beneath my hands. His excitement fed my own until I was drooling precum onto the bed sheet.
Finally, I retrieved the Vaseline and prepared us both. George actually begged for my dick when I pressed the tip against his flesh.
I pushed in, careful to take it slow. He let out a cry that could have been from pain or pleasure, and I immediately stilled.
“Don’t stop! Keep going!” he urged.
It was easier sliding all the way into him this time. I panted from the intensity of my arousal while I bottomed out. How could anything feel this fucking good? I asked myself. And how could I ever do without it?
I waited long enough for George to give me the go-ahead. Then I took hold of his hips and started pumping away. I loved the sound of our fucking, and the sound of his groans. I loved the way his breath caught, as if each thrust I gave stole the air from his throat.
In less than a minute, I was in agony trying to last. When I slowed my pace, George demanded I keep fucking him harder, faster. My body was soon pounding against his.
Thank God he was already so worked up. I was just about to give him a warning of how close I was, but before I had the chance, he stroked himself to release. The sensation of his ass muscles contracting around my cock gave me more pleasure than I could stand.
“Come in me!” George cried. “Come!”
With a groan of relief, I obeyed. He kept milking me, his walls constricting in what felt like an effort to get every drop of semen.
Afterward, I carefully withdrew, then spread George’s ass cheeks apart again. Breathing hard, I caressed his stretched hole.
It was filthy, what I did, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking him there. He started at the sensation of my tongue gliding over his tender skin, but in no time at all, he was making contented sounds from low in his throat.
I willingly tasted my own cum as I worked my tongue into him.
“I fucking love how dirty you are!” Sliding from my grasp, George sat up so he could reach for me. He cupped my face in his hands, then gave me a deep kiss. My neighbor had no qualms about having my tongue in his mouth after it had just been in his ass.
Though it was half past eleven, he seemed reluctant to let me go. We lay together for a short while, and I fought to stay awake while he held me close and stroked my back.
“When do you leave for college?” he eventually asked.
“Not till late August,” I said. “Why?”
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself while you’re away at school.” His tone was surprisingly insistent. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”
Of course, I knew what he meant. “I promise,” I said, even as I figured I had nothing to worry about. I couldn’t imagine meeting anyone at college who made me feel the way George did.
*****
As the weeks went by and we spent more evenings together, I was thrilled to be able to last longer. I also learned that fucking George at a certain angle, while he was in a certain position, would cause him to climax even if he wasn’t masturbating. The first time I saw it happen, I was stunned; I could tell the orgasm was far more intense than any others I’d given him.
Witnessing that fed my curiosity about how it would feel to be fucked in the ass. I happily allowed George to use two fingers to penetrate me, and when he did, he touched that same spot that I stimulated in him, so I came without jerking off. The experience, blissful beyond words, had me wondering if his big cock would feel even better.
Yet I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take it, that the pain would be too much. And for his part, George never pressured me.
On our last Saturday evening together that summer, George and I spent hours in his bed. I sucked his cock, and he sucked mine. Every so often, he urged me not to come just yet. We both wanted to make the pleasure last.
And when I finally slid into him, he lay beneath me, resting on his back. We didn’t often choose this position; he normally wanted me to fuck him from behind. In the lamplight, I gazed down at his face. At that moment, I felt he could see all the way inside me. I wouldn’t allow myself to close my eyes and hide.
Lowering my head, I gave him a fervent kiss. My hips moved with a newfound confidence, no longer tentative. George reached between us to stroke his cock and amplify his pleasure.
With my face buried in his neck, and my thrusts growing shallower as I neared orgasm, I whispered, “I love you.”
His hold on me tightened, and I heard him make a sound like a sob. I didn’t lift my head to regard him right away, as much as I wanted to. Instead, I allowed him space even while we were joined. Even while we came together.
*****
Homesickness immediately set in once I arrived at college. Though I was attending an in-state school, it was still several hours away from the town I’d left behind, and I suddenly understood what it meant to feel adrift.
I was fortunate to meet Paul during my first World Lit class. He took a seat right next to me, as if we were already good friends. Born and raised in the Midwest, Paul had sandy blond hair that often fell into his hazel eyes. As we exchanged introductions, I found myself admiring his full lips.
The two of us were soon inseparable, and as summer waned, giving way to fall’s crisp air, we strolled the tree-lined paths in a park not far from our school. It was during one of these walks that Paul confided in me that he was gay.
“You can’t tell anyone,” he said, coming to a halt beneath a red maple. “My parents don’t even know.”
“I promise I won’t,” I swore. “You can trust me.”
Paul appeared so relieved by my words that I felt I should make it clear I trusted him, too. Once we’d started walking again, and no one else was within earshot, I said, “I lost my virginity to an older man this past summer.”
That made Paul stop short again. “No way! Are you serious?”
With a shy smile, I nodded. “He’s been so good for me. I was really lucky he was my first.”
Paul was quiet for a moment. “So you two are in a relationship?” he finally asked.
George and I had never made anything official, or exclusive. How could we, when we had to keep our feelings a secret? We couldn’t even go out on a normal date.
I took a deep breath and then let it out in a rush. “No,” I told Paul, shoving my hands in my jeans pockets. “I mean, I know he cares about me, and I care a lot about him.” I couldn’t bring myself to say love when it came to describing my feelings for George. That was something I held close. “But there are a lot of obstacles, the age difference being the main one.”
In order to protect George, I didn’t reveal that he was my neighbor. At that point, my trust in Paul went only so far.
My new friend tilted his head, pondering my words. “Does that mean you’re free to see other people now?”
“Well, yeah,” I replied. “If I met someone, there’s nothing to stop me from dating them.”
Paul smiled before taking a step closer. It was too close, with us being out in public, but he didn’t back down. “Haven’t you already met someone?”
I froze, speechless for a few seconds. My God, Paul was interested in me! We’d been hanging out for weeks, and I never realized.
I smacked a hand against my forehead. “I’m such an idiot.”
Paul threw his head back and laughed. “You’re not!” he graciously insisted. “I just need to improve my flirting skills. It’s not like I’ve been able to practice them before now.”
It turned out that Paul was as inexperienced as I’d been before George had sucked me off that night in his backyard. The thought of being my friend’s first kiss, and his first fuck, made my dick stir.
Countless times that semester, I gave silent thanks to George for teaching me so well. I channeled his patience while instructing Paul how to give head, and how to eat my ass. Since Paul came from a wealthy family, we sometimes checked into a motel, and he paid for the room with cash. Other times, we parked on one of the back roads on the outskirts of our college town. I always took pleasure in sucking him off in his car. Afterward, I’d feed him the cum that lingered on my tongue.
And like George, I didn’t push for anything more. Paul remained a virgin even as fall break approached, and though I missed sex, I was grateful for all the other things he was willing to try.
Still, I did want to be his first, just as George had been mine. In mid-November, when Paul and I were lying in the bed of a cheap motel room, I brought him to the edge of orgasm with my mouth. Then I lifted my head and asked, “Want to fuck my ass?” His dick was just a little smaller than my own, and not nearly as intimidating as George’s, so I thought I could handle it without too much pain.
Paul stared down at me, wide-eyed and panting. “Um, no,” he managed to say.
I did my best to hide my disappointment. “Sure, that’s okay.” I started to take his cock between my lips again.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” he went on.
My own dick jumped at that. “Oh!” I exclaimed. “Wow. Really?”
Paul laughed at my flabbergasted reaction. “Yes, really.”
I was now so hard that it bordered on painful, while Paul’s erection swayed before my face, as if to mesmerize me. I planted kisses along its length, then moved to lie beside my friend. I was a little shaky with excitement, and he probably heard it in my voice when I said, “I can run out and buy condoms.”
Paul frowned in confusion. “But you told me the man who took your virginity is a widower, and you’re the only person he’s been with since his wife died. You said he was faithful to her throughout their marriage.”
“That’s right,” I said, sweeping a strand of hair out of his face.
“And you know I haven’t been with anyone at all, so I don’t think we need condoms.”
“I just want to do what makes you feel comfortable.” Wrapping my arms around him, I added, “I want your first time to be amazing.”
He pressed his lips to mine. “With you, I know it will be.”
I insisted on running out to the store to buy Vaseline. Once I was back in the motel room, petroleum jelly in hand, I found Paul where I’d left him. Stretched out in that bed, he looked like an invitation. Or an early Christmas present, begging to be opened.
His erection quickly returned when I began tongue-fucking his ass. On his hands and knees, with his head lowered, he moaned and begged for more. Willingly, he took one of my fingers, and then another, inside him.
I was careful in stretching him, the way I’d been with George. Paul didn’t seem at all fazed by the discomfort. In fact, he had to stop stroking his cock to avoid coming.
Finally, I turned him onto his back and lifted his legs. He pressed his palms against the undersides of his thighs, spreading himself wider for me.
“Make love to me,” he whispered.
I wasn’t used to hearing that. With George, it was fucking. Guiding my slick tip to Paul’s hole, I entered him at a slow, tentative pace. I let out a helpless groan at the sight of my dick moving deeper into my new lover’s ass.
Paul made a faint whimpering sound, drawing my attention to his face.
“Try not to tense up,” I said gently.
He nodded before taking a deep breath. I watched as he let it all the way out, and his muscles relaxed more.
It was a struggle to neglect my pleasure, but I managed to do so while making sure I didn’t cause Paul any more pain than I had to.
“Fuck, it hurts, but I want it,” he said. “I want all of you inside me!”
Just a few minutes later, we got there. He was tight, even tighter than George, and I worried about my ability to last. Leaning forward, I settled my body against Paul’s. I stayed almost motionless inside him while planting a kiss on his mouth.
“How’s it feel now?” I asked.
He looked up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes and said, “The pain’s fading. I think I’m ready for you to…”
“Do this?” After slowly withdrawing, I gave a gentle thrust forward. Paul’s lips parted, and he made a surprised sound.
“That’s exactly what I’m ready for!”
Though the November air was chilly outside, I was sweating in that room while trying to control myself. With each pump of my hips, I moaned along with Paul.
“You feel so good!” I told him. “So tight around me.”
When he said I could go faster, I felt a rush of relief. Driving myself into him, I still tried to be gentle. He jerked his cock, and as his cries grew high-pitched, his face twisted with pleasure.
“I’m gonna come!” He growled the words. “Gonna come with your dick inside me!”
Our orgasms were almost simultaneous, but I was proud to outlast him by a few seconds. My grunts and groans sounded pained while I emptied my balls into his well-fucked ass.
A little later, I was lying at his side, holding him to me. I kissed his hair and his forehead, and he tilted his face upward to offer his mouth. Each time he slid his tongue against mine, my dick tried to harden again.
“Thank you for choosing me to be your first,” I said.
He was beaming, his skin still flushed. “You were perfect.”
It was getting late, but we decided to stay in the room for another hour. I felt sleep tugging at me, and I thought Paul was drifting off as well.
Then he said, “During fall break, will you be seeing the guy you were with this summer?”
I opened my eyes. Where did that question come from? “He’s a family friend,” I replied. I hadn’t yet revealed George was also my next-door neighbor. “So yeah, I’ll see him.”
Paul sighed in exasperation. “You’ll do more than see him, though.”
I stared up at the ceiling, weighing my response. I wanted to be fair to Paul, and most of all, I wanted to be honest. Rolling onto my side so I was facing him, I said, “I care about you, a lot. But I can’t just turn my feelings off for this other person. He means a lot to me, too.”
Paul’s smile was tinged with sadness. I feared he was about to call it quits with me.
Instead, he reached for my hand beneath the covers. “I understand if you need to be with him.”
“You could meet someone over break,” I pointed out. “And if you do—”
He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re the only one for me, Sawyer. There’s no one else.”
*****
The day before I headed home, I received a letter from Mom. Since long-distance calls were so expensive, we opted to write to each other instead.
This letter of hers was a little longer than usual. I smiled as I read about how she’d begun spending more time with her friend Lydia. We’ve even joined a bowling team. Can you believe it? she wrote.
But my smile faded when I read on. Lydia wants to introduce me to her brother, who’s also divorced, but I don’t know if I’m ready.
While I hated the thought of Mom being lonely, I was afraid she’d get hurt again. My dad had caused her a great deal of anguish.
Mom also wrote about work and how busy things were in her department. I started skimming the letter, because I still needed to pack.
Just before her closing, she’d scribbled something more, like an afterthought: And George has a new girlfriend! You remember Maryanne who works in the town library? Well, she and George have really hit it off!
The letter had begun shaking in my hand. Lifting my head, I looked over at my alarm clock. Though I’d be leaving in less than twenty hours, I wanted to go right then.
Those ties I had to George gave an insistent tug, as if to pull me home.
*****
The day before Thanksgiving, traffic was heavier than usual due to the holiday, but I still made decent time reaching my hometown. Mom’s car was parked out front when I arrived at our house. I figured she must have left work early.
Glancing toward George’s house, I spotted his truck in the driveway. Knowing he was home made my face flush and my cock twitch. God, I’d missed him!
And I now feared I was about to lose him.
I was making my way toward the front door when Mom dashed out onto the porch. “You’re home!” she cried, then ran to me.
I dropped the bag I was carrying and threw open my arms. Mom rushed into my embrace, and I hugged her so tightly that I figured she couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. It hit me full-force then, just how much I’d missed her, too.
She blinked back tears while cupping my face in her hands. “You look different! A little older.”
That made me grin. “Mom, I’ve been gone just a few months.”
“But you’ve changed!” Her shoulders lifted and fell as she suppressed a sob. “In a good way, though,” she rushed to add. “You’re such a handsome young man.”
After I retrieved my bag, we headed inside. I couldn’t help but give George’s house a longing look. As much as I wanted to catch up with Mom, I was desperate to slip next door, even if only for a few minutes.
Instead, I sat on the couch, with Mom at my side. Between sips of the hot cocoa she’d made, I told her all about my classes.
“And I have a great new friend,” I said. “His name is Paul. I’m hoping you can meet him one day.”
“That’s wonderful, honey! I’d love to meet him.”
I did my best to sound casual when I spoke again. “And you mentioned in your last letter that George is seeing someone now.”
Mom’s eyes brightened. “Isn’t that great? I think he and Maryanne spend most evenings together.”
My smile was so fake that my lips felt rubbery. “I’m happy for George. Do you know if he has any plans for Thanksgiving?”
“I don’t.” Mom glanced over at the window, as if she’d find George standing outside it. “You know I always invite him to have dinner with us, but this year, I’m not sure if he’ll be with Gerald, or maybe even Maryanne…”
“I should go over and ask him now,” I blurted out. Mom turned back to me, appearing puzzled. Squirming under her stare, I rushed on. “He’s been such an awesome neighbor, so we should make sure he’s not on his own for the holiday.”
Her confusion morphed into a smile. “That’s a fantastic idea, Sawyer. And very thoughtful of you.” She took my empty mug, then climbed to her feet. “While you’re doing that, I have to run to the store. It’s going to be a zoo, I know, but I need some nutmeg to make the pumpkin pie. I’m totally out.”
I struggled to hide my glee. My plan to see George was falling perfectly into place.
Less than ten minutes later, I was alone in the house. Standing at the window, I waited for Mom’s car to disappear from view.
Then I bolted out the front door and sprinted toward my neighbor’s porch.
As always, George was quick to answer my knock. “Sawyer!” His face broke into a huge smile. “My God, it’s wonderful to see you.”
Though we’d been apart just a few months, I saw the change in him, just as Mom had seen the difference in me. His grief didn’t seem to weigh on his soul as heavily as it had before. I sensed a newfound contentment within him, and I knew I couldn’t be the reason for it.
The moment I stepped into his living room, I drew him into a fierce hug. While he returned it, I breathed deep and nestled as close as I could, eager for his scent and his warmth.
“I’ve missed you,” I told him, my voice thick with tears. “So much.”
His hand cupped the back of my head. “I’ve missed you, too. Every day.”
I suddenly withdrew, searching his face. “You’re dating Maryanne. From the library.”
George raised his eyebrows, his expression both amused and a little perplexed. “Your mom must have told you. Maryanne and I started seeing each other in October.”
He and I had also exchanged letters during my fall semester, but he’d never mentioned anything about this, even after I confided in him about Paul.
Gazing up at the man who had been all my firsts, I swallowed hard, unable to speak for a few seconds. I was afraid if I tried, my lips would start trembling and I’d make a fool of myself by crying.
George quickly sensed my distress, for he took my hand and led me to the couch. I glanced around the room, looking for evidence of his new girlfriend, but everything appeared the same as I remembered.
He rested a hand on my knee. “Sawyer, what’s wrong?”
I turned my face away, ashamed of my tears. “I’m glad you’ve met someone special, and that… that…” A humiliating hiccup escaped me. “You’re not lonely anymore. But I know this means you and I can’t have what we did before.”
“Hey.” His voice was low and soothing. “Would you look at me, baby? Please?”
Hearing him call me that made the pain even worse. Yet I turned toward him while impatiently wiping at my eyes.
George took my hand and laced our fingers together. “I’m going to share something personal, because I know I can trust you.”
“Always,” I whispered.
“Maryanne and I have gotten pretty close in a short time.” His lips held the hint of a smile. “I never thought I’d meet another woman who makes me as happy as Faye did. And if it weren’t for you, I probably would have spent the rest of my life alone.”
Now it was my turn to be confused. “I don’t understand…”
George lifted our hands, still clasped, so he could kiss the back of mine. “You brought so much energy, so much life, into my dreary existence. I’m grateful for all the ways you helped me.”
My eyes widened. “You were the one who helped me! You taught me everything, and…”
“I simply helped you see the incredible man you are. But you? You showed me I could love again.”
When fresh tears threatened to spill over my lids, George pulled me close.
“You love her.” My voice was muffled by his shirt.
“And I love you.” Tenderly, he stroked my hair. “You and I both always knew we’d have to keep our relationship a secret. I can’t give you everything you deserve, Sawyer.” I heard and felt his heavy sigh. “That’s why I was happy to learn you’d met someone at school.”
He waited for me to slowly sit up before continuing. I noticed his face was serious, almost solemn.
“Maryanne’s a few years older than me,” he said. “Not long after we started dating, she said it was only fair that I know…”
It was rare to see George struggle for the right words, but he was definitely struggling at that moment.
“She wanted me to know her sex drive isn’t what it was when she was younger,” he finally explained. “I told her I’m perfectly willing to accept that. After all, I wasn’t intimate with anyone for years after Faye passed away.”
“But with me…” I started.
“It’s different with you,” George said. “Of course it is. Maryanne and I enjoy intimacy by spending time together, by kissing and cuddling. And through very occasional sex.”
“And that makes you happy?” I didn’t try to hide my skepticism.
“It does,” George quietly insisted. His hand again settled on my leg. “But if you’re interested, you and I can still help each other out from time to time.”
My mouth dropped open. “You mean, it’s not over between us?”
“No, baby,” he replied with a smile. “It isn’t over.”
Leaning forward, he gave me a kiss that brought all my desire rushing to the surface. My cock was soon hard and throbbing in my jeans.
I withdrew long enough to pant, “Mom’s gone to the store; she won’t be back for a while.”
George brushed a curl back from my face. “Maryanne isn’t coming over till tomorrow.”
I threw myself into his arms again, my mouth wild and eager as I kissed him. “Take me to the bedroom,” I begged.
The late afternoon light, filtered through the curtains, fell in a soft haze upon us. I began stripping out of my clothes as soon as George moved to draw back the covers. Unable to control my hunger, I helped him undress as well. He chuckled while I impatiently fumbled with his belt buckle.
The instant his erect cock sprang free of his briefs, I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth. Releasing a groan, he rested his hand on my head.
“That’s it, take me deep!” His fingers tightened in my hair a little. “I’ve never stopped craving this, Sawyer.”
Spit leaked from my lips as I worked to swallow his entire length. For a long moment, I let him invade my throat; I could feel his dick swelling even more in the narrow space.
Finally pulling off, I gulped several lungfuls of air. Then I grasped his cock and went to town sucking and licking his frenulum. With my hand, I fondled his heavy sac.
“Fuck, I want you so much!” As he stared down at me, his need was fully displayed on his face.
But it was my own need that made me say, “I’m ready for you to take my ass.”
Though he looked shocked by my words, a visible tremor coursed through him, and his cock twitched in my hand.
Quietly, he asked, “Have you done that before?”
“Never,” I replied. “I want you to be my first.”
“Are you…” He drew in a shaky breath. “Are you sure, Sawyer?”
After giving his cockhead one last kiss, I climbed to my feet. “Absolutely. While I was at school, I didn’t sleep with anyone but Paul, and he was a virgin our first time. But if you want to wait so we can use a condom…”
Weaving his fingers through my hair, George gave me an insistent kiss. “I don’t want to wait,” he whispered. “Not for another second.”
In his bed, we exchanged roles. I was now the one lying on my back, with his slick fingers gently stretching my ass.
“How’s that?” he asked, closely watching me.
My eyes rolled when he began to massage my prostate. “God, I love the way it feels!” It was even better than his tongue in my ass, and I hadn’t imagined anything could top that!
He stopped rubbing my prostate long enough to work on opening me wider. Despite the hint of pain, I willed myself to stay relaxed. When the stretching eventually made me tense, George returned to delivering pleasure. He alternated between massaging and spreading me with his fingers until I begged for his cock. I didn’t dare touch my own out of fear that I would come.
“I want you on top,” he said. “That way, you’re in control. And if you decide you don’t enjoy it, or that it’s too much, we’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
Though I had no intention of stopping, I readily nodded.
Once George had used the Vaseline to prepare us both, I straddled him. He was fully hard, his dick glossy with the lubricant he’d applied. My smile was sure, my grasp confident as I started to guide him inside me.
“Slow,” he said, his hands sliding over my skin.
Again, I nodded. As much as I wanted this, I knew I needed to follow George’s advice.
At first, I merely felt a sensation of pressure from his cockhead pushing into me. But then I sank down a little more, stretching my entrance in the process. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” George said.
Gazing down at him, I realized he hadn’t begun to enjoy this; he was too worried about me. My smile returned, letting him know I wasn’t about to change my mind.
My legs had begun shaking while I impaled myself partway on George’s cock. Now that his tip was buried inside me, I found the courage to continue sliding down his length.
“Ah fuck, you’re so tight!” he groaned.
It was beyond exciting to see his features contort from the intensity of his arousal. That made me momentarily forget about the raw pain radiating through my ass.
I was covered in a layer of sweat, and I gasped, as if I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.
George kept caressing my thighs. “Try to relax, baby. Breathe.”
“I can’t believe how full I am!”
His cock pressed against my tender walls. Inside me, he felt impossibly large. Settled all the way upon him, I willed my breathing to slow. At that moment, I remembered the way Paul had looked and sounded when we’d first made love. Though it hurt him at first, he still wanted it. Now, I understood why.
I suddenly giggled. “I actually did it. I took every inch of your huge dick!” My relief bordered on elation.
George chuckled, though he was careful to remain still. “How’s it feel?”
“I’m…” Meeting his stare, I flashed a grin. “I’m starting to like it.”
He helped me along by stroking my cock, which had stayed hard.
“God, yes!” I was soon so worked up that I had to move. It was a struggle, trying to find the right rhythm. Every time my hips rocked, I felt slightly off balance.
“Can you lean back?” George asked.
While he helped to steady me, I reached behind me so my palms rested on his legs.
“That’s better,” I said. Now, my hips were thrust forward a bit, and my cock strained toward George. When he resumed fondling me, I grew bold enough to ride him.
George regarded me with such a fierce hunger that I was compelled to fuck him harder, faster. Though the pain lingered, my excitement overrode it. Before long, I was bouncing on his dick.
Throwing my head back, I let out a cry. I’d found the perfect angle to ensure he was continually stimulating my prostate. With my hands braced on his thighs, I worked up to a fluid pace. Up and down I went until it felt as if pleasure was zinging through every cell in my body.
“I’m…” It took effort to speak. “I think I’m gonna come!”
George pumped away at my cock, his jaw tight. I knew he was desperate to send me over the edge.
It was a good thing Mom wasn’t home, because I was sure she would have heard my shouts all the way next door. I’d become wild, fucking without restraint.
My orgasm shuddered through me, from the top of my head to the balls of my feet. Though I howled from the force of it, not even a drop of semen emerged from my cock.
I kept riding George, seemingly unable to stop. I’d just come harder than I ever had in my life, and yet I was still tense, as if preparing for another round of bliss.
“I’m close,” George choked out. “Can’t last much longer!”
“I want it in my ass!” Before I’d finished speaking, another climax overcame me. My eyes widened in astonishment; I hadn’t known this was possible!
This time, my semen shot forth to rain down on George’s chest. I almost wanted to cry from the pleasure that rippled through my muscles. My ass contracted around the cock inside it, drawing a helpless groan from George’s throat.
Our eyes locked the instant he reached his own release. His shout was almost as loud as mine while his dick pulsed deep within me.
Still perched on top of him, I shivered all over. George looked somewhat dazed as he recovered from his orgasm, yet his hands were quick to steady me when I eased off his cock.
I practically tumbled into his embrace, and he gave me a sweet, tender kiss. “What a gift that was,” he whispered against my lips. “Thank you.”
I could barely keep my eyes open; post-fuck relaxation was rapidly settling over me. “I loved it,” I told him. “And I love you, George.”
Mindless of my cum on his skin, he pulled me even closer. His voice, low and soft, drifted through the haze of my satisfaction. “I hope you know I could never get enough of you.”
*****
When I returned to school the following week, Paul and I took one of our long walks in the park. The air was colder now, with winter’s bite, but we bundled up in our coats and scarves and managed to stay warm enough.
At first, he was tentative, almost reluctant to bring up the topic of fall break. Glancing over at him, I sensed how much it had been weighing on his mind.
Only after I revealed that George had fallen in love with someone else did Paul visibly relax. Shuffling my boots through a pile of dry leaves that covered the path before us, I resolved to be completely honest about the way my relationship with George had deepened.
“I love you both,” I finally confessed. “And I realize that’s probably not fair to you, Paul. But I know I’ll always want to spend time with George when I’m back home. Even if we see each other just a few times a year, I need him to be part of my life.”
Paul stared into the distance while considering my words. “I thought about it a lot over break,” he said. “And I decided I should be grateful to George for all he’s taught you.” A smile played on his lips as he added, “After all, he shaped you into the man of my dreams. So I’m okay with you continuing to see him.”
*****
I was months into my spring semester at college when I decided to tell Mom that Paul was much more than a friend to me. I figured it would be easiest if I explained it all in a letter. That way, she’d have time to process the news in private.
Mom didn’t write back. Instead, she called.
“Sawyer, I got your letter today,” she told me in a rush, and I could hear the tears coating her voice.
Closing my eyes, I tried to brace myself for what she said next.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to share this.” Now she was softly crying. “All I want is for you to be healthy and happy. I will never judge you, and I love you no matter what.”
By that point, I was on the verge of tears as well. “You really are the best mom ever,” I whispered.
When she spoke again, I knew she was smiling. “And I couldn’t ask for a better son.”
*****
The following summer, I was back home. As I settled into my former routine, working part-time at the grocery store, I discovered the town no longer felt so confining. I had roots here, but I also had a life elsewhere.
A life with Paul.
He would be visiting in July; I couldn’t wait for him and Mom to meet. And of course, I planned to introduce him to George.
My neighbor was now a newlywed. He and Maryanne had gotten married at the courthouse in May, and she moved in with him immediately after. I liked George’s wife. She had a sweet, vibrant personality and was always quick to laugh. I knew she was good for him.
Mom was in a new relationship as well. She’d hit it off with Lydia’s brother, and they’d been dating for a couple of months. At first, I’d dreaded meeting him. What if we ended up loathing each other?
To my immense relief, I discovered he was a great guy. And it was obvious he thought the world of my mom. When she spoke, he hung on her every word, and he had a way of making her giggle like a teenager.
On a Friday night in June, I was alone in the house. Mom was out on a date, and I had no plans for the evening. My room was just as I’d left it.
And just as it had a year ago, the night’s breeze invited me outside. Effortlessly, I climbed through the window. The moon was almost new, so I had only the lamplight from my bedroom to illuminate my way. George’s house was mostly dark.
Stretched out on the grass, I found it was impossible not to compare my present self to the person I’d been last summer. No longer was I weighed down by shame. I was comfortable in my own skin.
It was nothing short of astonishing, how different things were now. I was so in love with Paul that I could easily imagine spending the rest of my life with him. And I could tell that Mom was quickly falling for a man who adored her.
But not everything had changed. As I lay on my back and studied the stars, I heard the clink of ice in a glass.
A slow smile spread across my face. I climbed to my feet and started toward the house next door.
Once I reached the backyard, I slipped into the shadows where George waited.
