Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (9 page)

Now that it was over, Paul felt afraid, afraid that this was a one-time thing. At least he
’
d had that. Too bad he wanted it for always.

“
Thank you, Paulito.
”
Carlo kissed Paul
’
s forehead.
“
I
’
m sorry it took me so long to tell you how I feel.
”

Paul looked at him.
“
How do you feel, exactly?
”
His voice was timid to his own ears. When it came to Carlo, Paul felt vulnerable. He didn
’
t care, though because he loved Carlo.

Carlo sighed. He remained above Paul, his cock still partly hard, inside him. Paul loved that and wished they could always stay this way.
“
Well,
”
Carlo said in a soft voice,
“
I realized I was beginning to love you when I started to compare every guy I was with to you, and he never measured up. I think that
’
s why I
’
ve never stayed with anyone. Then
…
yesterday when you had that photo job with those gorgeous guys, I was madly jealous. I realized I had to do something or I
’
d lose you. You
’
re hot, even though you don
’
t know it.
”

Paul stared at him. His heart pounded
,
and he was overcome with joy and disbelief.
“
Am I dreaming?
”

Carlo returned his gaze. His smile faded.
“
No, man. I love you.
”

Paul pulled Carlo down on top of him.
“
I love you
,
too,
”
he murmured into Carlo
’
s hair.

Carlo kissed the side of Paul
’
s neck.
“
I
’
m sorry it took so long.
”

Paul squeezed him close and smiled. This was turning out to be the best day of his life.
“
Don
’
t worry about it. I took a long time
,
too. At least you came out and did something.
”

Carlo rose up and looked down at him. He, too, looked really happy.
“
Finally.
”
He grinned and glanced up.
“
Thank
s
to that camera of yours.
”

Paul chuckled.
“
Yeah
,
I guess a picture really is worth a thousand words.
”

Carlo kissed Paul
’
s lips again and smoothed back his hair.
“
Not a thousand words, Paulito. Just three.
”

271

Mickey Erlach

One summer a few years ago, there was a young man who discovered he was turning into the wrong person.

He was only
twenty-two
years old by then
,
a college graduate with a degree in business but still working as a waiter in a small rural town in eastern
Pennsylvania
.
He was t
all and rugged and muscle-toned, with a shock of dark brown hair that fell across his forehead
–
thick hair that always appeared slightly wind blown. Dark eyelashes framed his deep blues eyes.
He had a
n unadventurous style of dress veering precariously close to
Catholic
School
uniform.

Give him credit
.
M
ost guys his age, with his background, would settle for marrying their high school sweethearts and ignoring their innate urges. It
’
s only a phase I
’
m going through, they would say. Just get married
,
and it will all go away in time.

It did occur to Noah to say that. But he didn
’
t.

On the night he made his discovery, he was meeting his married lover at the rest stop along the I95 corridor in
Chester County
,
PA.
His first and only lover
was
a man who could curl his toes and make his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was a warm, humid night in late August 1999, and the rest stop was crowded with hungry drivers
–
men looking for other men on the down-low.

All styles and makes of cars, from mini-vans to BMWs, were parked on an angle in the parking spaces that circled the grey brick public rest rooms. Off to the right, beyond the automobile section, large trucks with motors running endlessly lined a manmade wooded area where truckers could park and sleep in their air
-
conditioned cabs. Some stood outside, leaning against their rigs puffing one cigarette after the other, while the local tranny would sashay by in red stilettos and a black mini skirt waiting for one of them to say something like,
“
Hey baby, you got a light.
”

But it was a safe place, too
.
F
or some reason
,
there were never any cops after ten at night.

For about six months, Noah had been meeting this married guy, Mike, at the rest stop every Saturday night at ten. An ex-Marine-turned-farmer, same age as Noah, who looked really hot in baggy jeans and always wore black steel toe half boots
with
a crew cut
, he was an
ex-high-school-jock type of guy. Mike never spoke much, but whatever he said was always a compliment, and he treated Noah like a fragile wine goblet that might crack with the wrong move. He also didn
’
t bother explaining, or hiding, his gold wedding band
,
and Noah understood there would be no fantasy of having a real relationship. Mike liked fucking good looking young gay guys, and Noah liked getting fucked by straight guys who drank beer and wore baseball caps.

When Noah pulled alongside Mike
’
s beat up Chevy that night
,
it suddenly occurred to him
that
he got a sinking feeling in his stomach lately when he saw Mike. But still exciting, too, and Noah needed dick. So he got out of his Honda and slipped into the backseat, where Mike was finishing another bottle of beer. Noah gently placed his palm on Mike
’
s large bicep and leaned forward to kiss the stubble on his cheek.

“
Hey, baby,
”
Mike said, as he chugged down what was left in the beer bottle and then belched.

It all went as predicted
.
N
o talking while Noah systematically removed all his clothes and Mike watched with a fierce look in his eyes as though he hadn
’
t been fed in months. The exhibitionist in Noah liked this part the most
–
Mike
’
s glaring
,
his need to pounce on Noah
’
s smooth body with force. When Noah
’
s clothes (even his socks) were on the front seat
,
Mike spread his strong legs
,
and Noah slowly unfastened Mike
’
s jeans and pulled down the zipper. He fumbled for a moment, until he reached through Mike
’
s loose boxer shorts for the thick, hard cock. He leaned over and gently slipped it into his warm mouth while Mike moaned and felt up Noah
’
s bare ass with his coarse hand. It was a good dick to suck
–
really hard, extra thick and always tasted tangy because Mike hadn
’
t showered since the early morning.

That night, as usual, Noah sucked and slurped the big thing until his jaw hurt, and when it was just about ready to shoot a load Mike pulled out and slipped on a lubricated condom. He stretched his legs and Noah slowly climbed up on his lap. He pressed his hands on Mike
’
s chest for support, straddled the thick, familiar dick and then lowered himself onto it until he could feel the hard denim fabric of Mike
’
s jeans against his smooth ass cheeks. While Mike
’
s hands were firmly positioned on his waist, Noah arched his back, folded his hands at the back of his neck and began to ride. A couple of guys passing by on foot stopped to watch. Though a bit creepy (and never mentioned aloud) both Mike and Noah silently enjoyed putting on a show for the other guys who circled the rest stop on foot; they even slowed down to let the guys watch Mike
’
s cock slowly going in and out of Noah
’
s hole.

Mike enjoyed Noah on his lap, but he preferred to climax on top. So eventually Noah slid off the dick, went flat on his back and put his legs over Mike
’
s shoulders.

Mike, who could fuck like a bull, banged away to the finish while Noah moaned and begged for more, jerking his own cock
,
so they
’
d both come at the same time.

When the fucking was over, Mike
’
s eyebrows creased as he tossed the used condom out the back window and shoved his cock back into his jeans. Noah slowly bent over the front seat to gather his clothes, so Mike could gently slap his bare ass. With a turned down mouth Mike said, as he always did,
“
Thanks, baby, gotta go home now.
”

But for some strange reason Noah didn
’
t reply,
“
See you next week,
”
as he usually did. And he didn
’
t bend over to gently kiss Mike
’
s crotch goodbye either. Actually, Noah didn
’
t even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed his shoes and clothes in a heap, pressed them against his stomach and got out of the car totally naked while five guys watched in the shadows.

Mike
’
s eyes popped
,
and he climbed to the front seat and lowered the window.
“
What are you doing?
”

“
I
’
m changing my life,
”
Noah answered, as he tossed his clothes into the front passenger side of his car and casually walked around to the driver
’
s side, still naked. There were red marks on his smooth ass, revealing paw marks that he
’
d just been nailed by Mike.

Mike opened the car door and jumped out, ignoring the small audience of voyeurs in the darkness. He reached Noah
’
s car and blocked the driver
’
s door.
“
What
’
s wrong?
”

“
Mike, I
’
m standing here totally naked, at least let me get into the car,
”
said Noah.

“
Not until you tell me what
’
s going on,
”
said Mike. He wrapped his strong arms around Noah
’
s body, resting his large hands on Noah
’
s ass.

Noah sighed. In Mike
’
s arms he
’
d always been safe. He reached up, wrapped his arms around Mike
’
s wide neck and rested his cheek against Mike
’
s chest. He spread his legs and arched his back, hoping Mike would start to squeeze and feel up his ass again.

“
Will I see you again next weekend?
”
Mike asked, as he began to play with Noah
’
s ass cheeks as though he were kneading bread dough.
“
C
’
mon baby, talk to me.
”

Noah frowned.
“
No. You probably won
’
t see me again. I
’
m moving to
New York
; been thinking about it for a while. And I don
’
t want this to be dramatic; we both knew it would end sooner or later. You
’
re never going to leave your wife.
”

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
said Mike,
“
But you
’
re okay, man?
”

Noah smiled.
“
Yes. I
’
m fine. And I think you
’
re a great guy, but I need more than this.
”

“
Get in and start your car,
”
Mike said, smacking Noah
’
s ass,
“
I want to make sure you get out of here okay
,
and no one rapes that pretty ass of yours
…
at least for tonight it only belongs to me.
”

“
Thank you,
”
Noah said. He wanted to say more, but just slipped into his car, started the engine and drove naked onto the dark highway. For a mile or so he felt safe; Mike
’
s headlights were in his mirror. He managed not to look back as he pulled off the highway and headed down a dark country road toward the rural
Pennsylvania
home where he
’
d been born and raised.

About two weeks later, after calling his mother and father to let them know he
’
d arrived in
Manhattan
safely, Noah was standing beside his black college luggage with brown leather trim and hailing a taxi at the Port Authority. He was headed to his new home; a large, two-bedroom, dream-come-true co-op he
’
d be sharing with three other gay men. The ad on Craigslist had read,
“
Three guys, ages 22, 30 and 33, looking to rent a room in Chelsea to a young, nonsmoker, willing to share one quarter of the rent.
”
At first it all sounded too good to be true, but after several e-mails, and a couple of phone calls, Noah decided this ad was the perfect opportunity to leave the rural countryside and begin a new life as a city boy. The situation had been explained faultlessly: three guys were all together
–
in a permanent three
-
way relationship
.
Noah would have his own room and his privacy when he needed it, in one of the gayest urban neighborhoods in the world.

The building, on 18
th
,
just off
Tenth A
venue
, wasn
’
t awful, and it had a doorman who wore a long burgundy top coat, with epilates trimmed in gold and a matching cap. With a dull golden brick façade, chocolate brown window trim, and a sign over the lobby entrance that read
“
Penny Lane
,
”
the place probably hadn
’
t been remodeled since the early 1970s. It backed up to a restaurant called
“
The Park
”
that appeared to go against its name until you figured it out. If you didn
’
t know anything about The Park you would assume a park-like setting, with trees and grass and benches, however, The Park Restaurant was actually a converted parking garage. Until he landed a real job, Noah suspected The Park might be a great plac
e to wait tables
.