Chapter 12 #2
“Thanks, we’re not allowed to decorate, so art and throw pillows it is,” he chuckles, moving a few out of the way to make space. “So, how have you been? I didn’t want to bring up what happened at the club over coffee, but are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks. Kind of over the whole Kyle thing now, and I haven’t seen him since. Only Pierce.”
“Pierce is a good guy,” Jamie says, “we used to date, we just weren’t compatible.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in Pierce.”
“No, I’m not saying stay away,” Jamie says.
“Be careful though, him and Kyle can get competitive, and I’d hate to see you being used just so he can one-up Kyle.
Pierce wouldn’t be a bad guy for you to experiment with though, if that’s what you’re looking for.
He knows what he’s doing, and he’s kind; I wish my first time had been with someone like him. ”
“I don’t think I’m into experimenting, or hook ups,” I say. “I guess I’m more of a relationship person.”
“And that’s cool. Stephen mentioned you wanted someone to talk to about sex stuff but felt a bit awkward with him being your roommate and all.”
“Uh… yeah,” I say. Hearing Stephen being referred to as my roommate leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
I’d wondered if he’d told them about me, but obviously not.
“I’ve never had anyone to talk to about this stuff.
Except my best friend, but she can only help me with so much.
All her knowledge of gay sex comes from reading romance books or porn, but you don’t hear about all the other stuff that comes with it, they’re just ready to go, all the time! ”
“Yeah, I guess not many people want to read about douching, it kind of takes the romance out of it,” he chuckles.
“I guess… but it’s a part of it, it’s real. And they don’t teach that stuff in Sex Ed.”
“No, and they should, it’s all important. Anyway, this is what I’m here for. So ask away, then when you do meet someone special, hopefully you’ll feel more comfortable with stuff.”
We end up talking loads about protection and getting tested, then watch a video about douching that a comedian made with his straight friend, because it explained it in a fun way and made us laugh as well.
“Wait there,” Jamie says, leaving the room before returning with a load of stuff in his hands.
“Here, this is for you, it’s brand new. You can even try it out here if you want, instead of the dorm bathrooms.”
I open the box and recognize the douche inside.
“Oh, this is also important, and I need you to remember it,” he says, “lube is your new best friend, okay sweetie! I don’t care where you are or where you’re going, if there’s the slightest chance you’re gonna get busy, take some with you. Here, I got you some sachets.”
He places them on top of the box, sachets of all different colors, which I’m guessing means different flavors; I blush as I pick up the strawberry colored one.
“I’ve also got you condoms,” he says, adding them to the pile, “and…” He heads over to the bookshelf in the corner, “…you can borrow this, but I’d recommend you get your own copy too!”
He hands me a book which judging by the cover, I’m assuming is about gay sex.
“I wasn’t expecting to leave with a goody bag,” I laugh.
“Well, sharing is caring,” he chuckles. “Are you feeling okay about everything?”
I nod. “Okay, overwhelmed, but okay. Do you mind if I ask you about something else?”
“Go for it.”
“What was it like for you, coming out?”
“Honestly, it actually wasn’t that big of a deal for me.
I think my parents guessed from a young age that I was gay, when the other little boys in the neighborhood were playing sports, I was playing with my sister’s dolls and styling their outfits,” he laughs, “and, yeah, I know I’m stereotyping there, but even when I look back at photos and videos of myself, I screamed queer. ”
“I bet you were adorable,” I chuckle.
“Yeah, my mom certainly loved it, she was always the best dressed mom on the playground because of me.”
“And they were okay, when you came out.”
“Yeah, they took it in their stride. I know it’s hard, all we ever hear about are horror stories; people getting kicked out, disowned, all things that should never happen to anyone, but that’s not everyone’s story.
Look at Stephen’s parents, they’ve been amazing with him.
Max on the other hand, he did have a shit time, still hasn’t reconnected with his family.
But, he’s got me, and my parents love him.
Blood family isn’t everything, found family can be just as special, if not more sometimes. ”
“Wow, that’s the opposite to what I’ve grown up hearing.”
I think back to my father, Frank, and how much he used to talk about family, about how blood meant everything.
“You think your parents would react badly?” he asks.
“My dad, absolutely, but he’s in prison for murder so…”
“Oh, shit!”
“Yeah… my mom, I don’t know. She’s religious, and her new husband is quite conservative. And it’s hard to know how much my dad’s opinions rubbed off on her.”
“My parents are religious too, they go to church, all that stuff. But now their church gets involved with the local Pride event, they hold vigils during protests, and it’s become a safe space for people to go.
Their church and religion aren’t for me, but they’re trying.
I guess, I’m just trying to say, don’t hold it against your mom, she might surprise you. ”
“Yeah, thanks Jamie.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie. Come here.” He pulls me into a hug, and it makes me miss Beth so much, it feels nice to have a friend here.
“Hey you,” Stephen greets me as I walk through the door, pulling me into his arms for a kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’m only home a few hours later than usual.”
“I know, but I still missed you,” he murmurs, holding me in a hug.
“I ran into Jamie and went back to his place.”
“Wow, he doesn’t waste any time, I literally messaged him this morning,” he laughs. “Sorry, I should have given you a heads up. I wasn’t expecting him to talk to you today.”
“It’s okay, we had fun, and look, I got a goody bag,” I say, holding up the rainbow tote bag Jamie sent me away with.
“Oh my god, he’s like the gay Yoda, sharing queer knowledge far and wide.”
“Yes, and the force is strong in this one,” I say, signaling to my chest.
He picks me up and I squeal with laughter.
“You are the droid I’m looking for,” he chuckles, as he lays me down on his bed.
We make out for a while; even though we’ve done other stuff, kissing him will never get old. I love the way he feels pressed against me, my arms wrapped around his neck as we explore each other.
“So everything went okay with Jamie?” he asks.
“Yeah, we talked, and he answered all my questions, I might have even douched…”
“You did?” he asks, a confused look on his face.
“Yeah, he said I might feel more comfortable having the first time be in his restroom where I had space, rather than our dorm bathrooms, and he was right.”
Stephen chuckles, “Good point, that makes sense. So… how do you feel?”
“Clean… very very clean,” I laugh, not knowing how else to explain it.
“Can I find out for myself?” he asks softly.
“I’m not ready for sex, but you could use your hand… if… if that’s something you’d want to do? Jamie said it might be better to build up to sex, using my hand, or someone else’s hand, a few times first… to get used to the sensations.”
“Well you’re sure as fuck not using anyone else’s hand,” Stephen says, his voice deep, darker somehow. “I wanna feel your tight little virgin hole myself.”
“I thought you said virginity was a social construct?”
He smirks. “You remember everything I say word for word?”
I nod, the look in his eyes so intense I feel like I’m being devoured.
“Then remember this, Donovan; you’re mine, and this tight little virgin hole is mine too. You think you can remember that, baby?”
My dick gets even harder at his words, and I whimper, nodding my head.
Stephen
“Then remember this, Donovan; you’re mine, and this tight little virgin hole is mine too. You think you can remember that, baby?”
He nods his head and whimpers; that sound never fails to make me feral.
Not that I wasn’t already after hearing how he’d prepped, and how he was going to let me touch him.
I’ve never felt so possessive over someone before, even just his casual mention of someone else’s hand had me jealous.
He’s mine. I claim his mouth in a kiss, needing to completely devour him.
“Remember that we can stop anytime you want,” I say, “I’m gonna need you to use your words.”
“Okay,” he whispers.
We get undressed and I reach into my side table to get my lube, squirting some on my fingers, before lying on my side next to him so we’re facing each other. I hitch his top thigh over my hips, parting his ass and giving me plenty of space.
Kissing him again, I run my hand between his cheeks, grazing over his hole to get him used to contact there. Using one finger I gently circle his entrance, and he moans into the kiss.
“Is this okay?” I ask, before going any further.
“Mm-hmm.”
After a few more rounds, I gather more lube and slowly press into him, met with resistance at first.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you.”
He takes a couple of deep breaths, and I can push a bit deeper.
“Fuck, Donovan, you feel so fucking tight.”
“And that’s just your finger,” he moans, “I told you your big dick would never be able to fit.” His hands grip my hair and shoulders, anywhere he can reach.
“And I told you we’d take it slow and make it fit. We can leave it here for now though.”
“No!” he cries. “More, please, I want more.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck, Stephen, please, just a bit more.”
He pulls me into a kiss, his moans filling me, and I use the chance to sink my finger in a little bit deeper, feeling for that spot I’m hoping to find…
“Holy fucking shit! What the fuck is that?”
“That, baby, is your prostate,” I chuckle. “Did it feel good?”
“Holy shit, it was intense.”
“Do you want more?”
“Fuck, yes… I… I think I could come from that.”
I gently press against it again.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur against his temple as he buries his head back into the pillow, his hips bucking into me.
The noises escaping his mouth are the sexiest things I’ve ever heard, it sounds like he’s coming apart at the seams. His cock is weeping pre-cum all over himself, he’s definitely going to come from this.
“Stephen! Holy shit!”
I keep working him gently until he succumbs to his orgasm, his whole body shaking as he cries out, my name sounding amazing as he screams it. Pulling him into me, I hold him tight so he feels safe, knowing how overwhelming a prostate orgasm can be, and on his first time too.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, “you did so amazing, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You’re perfect, you felt perfect.”
We lie in each other’s arms and I continue to whisper sweet things to him, trying to make him feel as safe as I can, until eventually he falls asleep, clearly wiped from the intensity. I clean both of us up, before carrying him to his bed, where I wrap myself around him and follow him into sleep.