and dildos, butt plugs and some other grotesquely shaped fluorescent playthings that I didn’t even want to know about.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, to the empty room. “What am I doing?” I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the colourful implements before closing the drawer slowly. I couldn’t imagine those things inside me, or using them on my pal. The thought of anal sex did not turn me on in the least, but I knew that I was going to have to address that issue, and soon. Maybe even tonight.
As much as Carey said we’d take it slow and see where this thing between us was going to go, I knew that was what he would ultimately expect from any relationship, sooner or later. It was what fulfilled him. And as much as I wanted to satisfy him and return some of the pleasure that he gave me, I didn’t think I was the man who could do the job.
I finished making the bed and tried not to think about it. I had lunch ready for Carey when he came in.
We sat at the table eating while he told me about his morning and solidifying his plans for his move to Chicago. “Do you think you might want to go house hunting with me?”
“Sure, but what about the house you’re going to build?”
“That’s going to have to come later. I can’t afford it right now. I have too many student loans to repay. I’ll have to rent for a while until I get established. I actually had the designs out today, though. I’ve learned so many new things from some of the other architects. I keep making changes. I’ll have it perfected by the time I have the funds to construct. I made some great new improvements to the layout of your room.”
I watched him. He was always so animated and excited when he talked about his house. Our house. I wondered if that would ever be, us living together as we were now. With us moving into different phases of our lives as we were, I wasn’t sure if we’d ever co-habitat again. “Yeah, can I see?” I didn’t want to think about that possibility or dampen Carey’s excitement.
“Later,” he said, with a wave of his hand, dismissively. “Can you just picture us old doddering fools walking with canes passing in the hallway, racing each other to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, the elderly odd couple,” I joked.
Carey stood, chuckling, and took his empty plate over to the sink. “Have you given any more thought to coaching?” he asked, turning to face me.
“Not really. I haven’t thought past getting my dad back on his feet.” Was that his way of asking if I was going to move to Chicago with him?
“Seriously, Bryan, what the fuck are you going to do with the rest of your life?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never known.” I joined him, placing my plate on top of his. “Nothing feels right.” I didn’t just mean work-wise, either, and I think he got that. “I don’t want a career like you, Care, I just need a job to pay the bills. It doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“I just want you to be happy,” he said, cupping my cheek, then he kissed me softly. My body warmed and my cock stirred. Carey wound his arms around me and pulled me closer, rubbing his own growing erection against mine. We ran our hands over each other’s backs, as the kiss got hotter.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. I did as he asked as he worked his hands down my chest, unfastening my jeans. I helped him push the stiff denim over my hips. He released my cock from my loose boxers.
A buzz of excitement ran through me as I anticipated his touch, but then I tensed when I felt his warm breath fan across my abdomen, indicating that he’d taken his knees in front of me. I placed my hands on either side of his neck, pulling upward, signalling for him to stand.
“No, Care, don’t,” I begged. I couldn’t allow him do that to me. The thought of him giving me head was both tantalising and shocking to me all at once. But he’d known what my reaction would be, that’s why he’d instructed me to close my
“Jesus Christ,” I said, to the empty room. “What am I doing?” I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the colourful implements before closing the drawer slowly. I couldn’t imagine those things inside me, or using them on my pal. The thought of anal sex did not turn me on in the least, but I knew that I was going to have to address that issue, and soon. Maybe even tonight.
As much as Carey said we’d take it slow and see where this thing between us was going to go, I knew that was what he would ultimately expect from any relationship, sooner or later. It was what fulfilled him. And as much as I wanted to satisfy him and return some of the pleasure that he gave me, I didn’t think I was the man who could do the job.
I finished making the bed and tried not to think about it. I had lunch ready for Carey when he came in.
We sat at the table eating while he told me about his morning and solidifying his plans for his move to Chicago. “Do you think you might want to go house hunting with me?”
“Sure, but what about the house you’re going to build?”
“That’s going to have to come later. I can’t afford it right now. I have too many student loans to repay. I’ll have to rent for a while until I get established. I actually had the designs out today, though. I’ve learned so many new things from some of the other architects. I keep making changes. I’ll have it perfected by the time I have the funds to construct. I made some great new improvements to the layout of your room.”
I watched him. He was always so animated and excited when he talked about his house. Our house. I wondered if that would ever be, us living together as we were now. With us moving into different phases of our lives as we were, I wasn’t sure if we’d ever co-habitat again. “Yeah, can I see?” I didn’t want to think about that possibility or dampen Carey’s excitement.
“Later,” he said, with a wave of his hand, dismissively. “Can you just picture us old doddering fools walking with canes passing in the hallway, racing each other to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, the elderly odd couple,” I joked.
Carey stood, chuckling, and took his empty plate over to the sink. “Have you given any more thought to coaching?” he asked, turning to face me.
“Not really. I haven’t thought past getting my dad back on his feet.” Was that his way of asking if I was going to move to Chicago with him?
“Seriously, Bryan, what the fuck are you going to do with the rest of your life?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never known.” I joined him, placing my plate on top of his. “Nothing feels right.” I didn’t just mean work-wise, either, and I think he got that. “I don’t want a career like you, Care, I just need a job to pay the bills. It doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“I just want you to be happy,” he said, cupping my cheek, then he kissed me softly. My body warmed and my cock stirred. Carey wound his arms around me and pulled me closer, rubbing his own growing erection against mine. We ran our hands over each other’s backs, as the kiss got hotter.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. I did as he asked as he worked his hands down my chest, unfastening my jeans. I helped him push the stiff denim over my hips. He released my cock from my loose boxers.
A buzz of excitement ran through me as I anticipated his touch, but then I tensed when I felt his warm breath fan across my abdomen, indicating that he’d taken his knees in front of me. I placed my hands on either side of his neck, pulling upward, signalling for him to stand.
“No, Care, don’t,” I begged. I couldn’t allow him do that to me. The thought of him giving me head was both tantalising and shocking to me all at once. But he’d known what my reaction would be, that’s why he’d instructed me to close my
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