The Friday evening before my twenty-first birthday party, I chatted with a young guy in town for the weekend.
Versatile and recently turned eighteen, he shared a hot face pic and sought company. I warned him condoms made me go soft, and he agreed to bareback.
He looked as good as his pictures, stood around my height, slim with shaggy medium blond hair and gorgeous green eyes.
We agreed to play when he arrived, which I love. As I closed the door, he grabbed my arm and kissed me, and I walked backward, leading him to the bedroom where I threw him on the bed.
I climbed on top of him and pinned his arms before I unzipped his trousers and wrapped my mouth around his cut seven-and-a-half-inch cock. With his palms on my head, he motioned my mouth on his shaft as I sucked.
We undressed, and he pulled me onto him, and we kissed. I cupped my palms on his soft ass, and we motioned our hips as our cocks rubbed together.
I loved our chemistry, and his passion excited me.
Lying on my back, “Suck me,” I said.
He crawled between my legs and worked my cock with his soft velvety mouth. I flexed my ass muscles, pushing deeper into his throat. He licked my balls, then lifted my ass and slipped his tongue in my hole.
He sat on my pelvis, reached back, and teased my hard cock against his ass. While he kissed me, I opened my legs, positioned my dick on his hole, and fucked my hips, slapping his ass and back.
He sat on my dry cock head, causing my foreskin to open as the tip entered him. His cock bounced to full rock-hard attention.
He kissed me and whispered, “I want you inside me.”
I passed him lube, “Lube me up.”
He gazed at me as he lubed his hole in slow motion, then massaged my shaft. He pulled my foreskin back and brushed his wet hand against my sensitive head.
Greg climbed on top of me, positioned my cock on his hole, and in one quick motion, sat, and my cock disappeared inside him. He grunted and gazed into my eyes.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked, and I smirked.
He pulled his ass cheeks apart and rode my cock in circular motions. I enjoyed his delicate ass. He jerked his cock as he rode me, and my piston thrust in his hole.
With my cock still in him, I rolled him on his back and lifted his legs. I thrust my hips into him, and we kissed.
My cock drilled his ass, and I fucked faster and edged to an explosion. I pushed deep into him as I shot inside, causing him to fart three times. I continued thrusting my cock, and his cum-soaked ass popped with each stroke.
He jerked his cock and said, “I wanna cum,” and whispered, “I want to feel your cum inside me.”
I fucked him hard and deep and grunted, “I’m cumming,” and fucked my load into him.
He shot on his lip and wiped clean with his tongue.
I enjoyed his wet ass and fucked so hard the bed banged against the wall. I grunted as I shot inside him for the last time and left my cock softening inside him.
As I pulled out, cum gushed from his hole and pooled on the bed. His asshole gaped for several minutes, with the gradual tightening, a spectacular view.
We cuddled and planned to meet again before he returned home. He dressed, and I stood naked as we kissed before he left.
Greg called me the next afternoon, wondering if I might be awake late and wanted to visit after his cousin’s twenty-first birthday party.
That evening, I wanted to vomit as I suited, fearing Greg learning his cousin fucked him. I should have warned him.
My mother’s sister moved to New Zealand when I was young. I knew of her from a picture taken when she was a child.
Roger, my ride, arrived at five o’clock wearing a green leprechaun suit, and I erupted into a fit of laughter, which upset him.
“I am sorry, but you look ridiculous,” I said and continued chuckling. “Take a seat.”
“What’s wrong? Say something. What is the matter?”
“We are attending a twenty-first birthday celebration and not a Saint Patrick’s Day parade.”
“Why are you in a mood?”
“How can you tell?”
“Your face drops, and your eyebrows bunch together.”
“Really?” I walked to the mirror and pushed my cheeks, feigning a grin, and raised my eyebrows.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Who’ve you screwed this time?”
I froze and faced Roger and considered he knew.
“What have you heard?”
Roger looked dumbfounded. “I’m teasing you. What are you talking about?”
“I know that. I was playing along.”
“No, you weren’t,” Roger placed his palms on my shoulders. “You’re going to tell me what’s wrong, or you can walk to the party.”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll meet you there,” I grabbed my wallet and keys.
“Quit playing games. I’ll drop it. Let’s go.”
“Thank you,” and we left.
Roger parked outside the auditorium, and I threw up next to his car.
“Are you okay?” Roger asked.
Vomiting assaulted my senses, causing me to throw-up more. Mess splashed on my Dr. Martens and trousers. With wet-wipes not popular in 1997, Roger grabbed tissues from his glove box, and I cleaned with his cum rags.
Roger moved his car, and I found a restroom. My eyes were bloodshot, and my face bloated. I wanted the day to end.
My mother dashed into the hall. “I have a surprise for you,” and ushered me to the catering kitchen. The foolish woman tried placing her fingers over my eyes.
“I’m not a child, Ma.”
“You’re only an adult on Monday. You will always be my baby.”
I patted her hands from my eyes, which irritated her. She turned on her most pleasing smile and announced, “Glenda and Ganel flew in for your birthday. Surprise!”
Ganel, or Greg, stood behind his mother, my aunt, and dropped his glass as he recognized me.
“Let’s get away from that glass. I’ll get someone to clean it up,” my mom said, and we moved into the hall.
My aunt, Glenda, offered me a big hug and lifted my body as she choked me.
“I can’t believe how big you are. You’re a grown man. You know I was there when you were born. Your father didn’t want to watch, and they let me hold your mother’s hand. She was in labor for fourteen hours, and I never left her side. You were tiny and fit in a shoebox.”
“That’s right. You were two months premature,” my mother said.
“The last time I saw you, you were five. You called Ganel, Candle. You couldn’t say his name. So, this is your cousin, Ganel.”
I glanced at Greg, nodded, and shook his hand. He shifted his glance, avoiding eye contact.
“Ganel is doing very well in school and starts at your university in February,” Glenda said.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“You were so excited to go to Ricky’s university. Why have you changed your mind?”
“I, um, have lots of options, Mommy. I’m looking at other unis too.”
“Ganel received his acceptance letter, and he is so eager to start next year. We will talk about this Ganel when I get home in two weeks.” Glenda added.
“Don’t worry about it, Glenda. You know how boys never make up their minds,” my mother said, and the ladies laughed and toasted a glass.
“Introduce Ganel to all your friends,” my mother ordered.
“Are his friends also that way?” I overheard Glenda ask my mother as they walked through the hall.
My mother noticed me listening and put her arm around Glenda. They whispered to each other and giggled.
“We need to talk. Follow me,” I said to Greg.
We stepped into the parking lot, and I made checked we were alone.
“Now what?” I said, staring at his collar.
“What do you mean?”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he rubbed his palms.
“We have to work past this.”
“Does your mother know about you?”
“I’m out. I told her when I was eighteen. She knows, and she’s fine with it.”
“You can’t tell anyone, not even your friends. Please, I need you to promise.”
“Are you in the closet?”
Greg turned, and his voice trembled. “I have a girlfriend. She doesn’t know.”
I rubbed his shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” he mouthed.
“It’s a touch, not a fuck. Get over it.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“The young guys at the party are gay and will hit on you.”
“Do I look gay?”
“You’re young, pretty, and fresh meat,” I checked we were alone. Greg’s face relaxed for a moment and partially grinned. “Stick with me, and I’ll keep the boys off you.”
“You promise?”
“I am going to introduce my straight cousin from New Zealand to all my friends,” Greg smirked.
“What’s up with calling yourself, Greg?”
“Have you ever met another Ganel?”
I grinned, “Okay, I get your point. We should mingle and tease gay boys.”
“No.”
“I’m kidding. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the boys leave you alone.”
He appeared more at ease, but weary.
A swarm of gay scavengers followed Greg as he walked with me.
“Hello, everyone, and thank you for coming. I want to introduce you all to my straight cousin from New Zealand. If you don’t leave him alone, you’ll have his girlfriend and me to deal with.”
“Jesus, Ricky. Don’t be so aggressive. We wouldn’t dream of deflowering your precious cousin.” Roger said.
“Don’t go there. That’s his family.” Replied a queen I never recognized.
“No need rubbing it in. Roger’s only trying to be nice.” I said and wished I hadn’t. “Is anyone enjoying this shit music?”
I walked to the DJ box, “I need you to play music from this decade and not the sixties, please.”
“Who are you?” The DJ asked.
“This is my birthday and not my mother’s. You need to play better music, please.”
“There is nothing wrong with the music. What’s wrong with you?” Roger asked.
“Nothing is wrong. The music’s shit.”
Roger whispered in my ear, “I know what you did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Roger stared at me and beamed. I glared back at him and produced a guilty smirk. Roger backhand-slapped me on the chest. “You filthy bastard.”
“We should dance.”
“I need to sit down. You go dancing. I’ll join you later,” Roger said.
Greg handed me a glass of champagne.
“Happy birthday,” Greg toasted his glass.
Suspicious, I sniffed the glass, and it smelled familiar. I downed the champagne in one gulp, and it tasted fine too. I toasted my empty glass to Greg.
“Is it legal what we did?” Greg whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know,” and understood why he offered champagne.
“I don’t wanna go to jail.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I am worried about it.”
“What you worried about, Ganel?” Glenda asked.
“Oh, he’s anxious about which university he’s going to. Greg has many opportunities, and I wish I had so many.”
“Who is Greg?” Glenda asked.
“Sorry, I mean, Ganel. We were just talking about my friend Greg.”
Glenda wrapped her arms around Greg, “I am so proud of you. You’re just like your father; God rest his soul.”
Greg drew his shoulders together and slipped out of Glenda’s hug.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Greg walked away.
“It doesn’t worry me you’re a poof,” Glenda said.
“Excuse me?” I glared at her.
Glenda backhand-tapped me, “You know what I mean. When I was young, you guys were called poofs. What do you call yourselves now?” The ignorant bitch asked.
“Your kind calls us faggots now, but we call ourselves gay.”
“Don’t be like that. I’m not trying to offend. You know what I mean.”
“Do you need another drink? You don’t look like you’ve had enough.”
Glenda raised her snout, swung around, and danced off in a huff.
Later that evening, my friend Christine tapped me on the shoulder, “Hey love, a group of us wanna go to the club. It’s still early, and we have a sober driver. Are you gonna come?”
“Fuck yeah. Let’s ditch this place, and I wanna get some.”
“It’s lesbian night. The place will be packed.”
“Yeah, I still don’t understand why all the gays rush to lesbian night.”
“Don’t think too hard about it. We’ll all get some,” Christine grinned.
Six of us piled into a 1979 Mini Cooper. I sat in the front seat, with Christine on my lap.
The over-friendly Greg confessed he wanted to attend my university and for us to be amicable before he left on Sunday.
