Boy Story: The Road Taken - 57. Happy New Year (Part II)

Happy New Year (Part II)

Greg and Julie said their good-byes to everyone and took their leave at about 9:30. They said they had a second New Year’s Eve party to attend, so they were making the rounds.

After dinner my dad, Parker, and I settled down in front of the TV. We were treated to the annual Three Stooges marathon that is shown on a local channel every New Year’s Eve. My mother, who was not a fan of the Three Stooges, had moved to the living room to knit and watch the New Year’s Eve entertainment broadcast on the other TV. Missy was with us in the den half paying attention to the TV while she painted her toe nails to match her finger nails. That’s when my father left the room briefly to use the men’s room.

“You guys aren’t playing a big joke on everybody, are you?” Missy said in a hushed tone.

Parker and I looked at each other. “What do you mean?” I questioned her.

“Well, you just seem like two school friends rather than a couple,” she explained.

Parker shrugged his shoulders and said, “How’s this?” He grabbed my collar and we kissed deeply to prove our resolve for Missy’s benefit.

“Guys, guys…OK, I get it…you can like…stop now,” Missy warned.

“Well, we just wanted to prove to you that this is real. We’ve been keeping things below a simmer for the parents benefit,” I explained.

“Well, you could have just said that. I don’t need to see you two fornicate.”

“Of course not, that’s not until later,” Parker replied.

Missy sat dumbfounded as my father reentered the room. I was frozen with a smirk on my face.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything,” my father said as he sat back down.

“No, Jim, we were just deciding if we still had room for popcorn to go with TV time,” Parker explained.

“Oh, I’m usually a big fan of popcorn…but not tonight,” my father said patting his stomach.

“Yeah, that seemed to be the consensus,” Parker replied.

We watched the Three Stooges shorts until about 11:30, and then we changed the channel to the Times Square live televised New Year’s Eve festivities and called my mother in. Every year the crowd gathered outside in Times Square looked so cold…probably because they were. I could never figure what would possess rational people to stand out in the cold at night in the middle of winter to welcome in the new year. Maybe the rational people don’t do that…all the more reason to stay away.

We were all in the den watching the ball drop. We cheered “happy new year,” my father opened up a bottle of champagne, and those of us under age were allowed to drink one glass. While we sipped the bubbly, I wondered what the new year had in store for Parker and me now that our secret was seeping out. We finished watching all of the activities in Times Square for a while longer, and then it was time for bed.

“Matt, you boys can sleep in your old bedroom. I made up both beds,” my mother suggested.

It suddenly dawned on me that the bed from the guest room was currently in our dorm room back at school, so the guest room was unavailable. I always had both a double bed and a single bed in my room for most of my life. We used to have the odd cousin or friend sleeping over and the extra bed would come in handy. I guess my mother figured with two boys, it was just like the old days. Plus Parker was my college roommate, so we were used to sleeping in the same room, right?

Of course, the fact was lost that we were an unmarried same sex couple sleeping in the same room. If Greg and Julie were staying there before they were engaged, they never would have been allowed to sleep in the same room. I was amused at the oversight.

Once the teeth were brushed and our bladders were emptied, we retired to my bedroom. I walked over to my bed and sat down. Parker sat down on the spare bed. I looked at him.

“Are you going to sleep way over there?” I questioned.

“Isn’t that what your mother expects?” he answered.

“Do you always do what’s expected of you?” I teased him.

“Um, usually. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, why don’t we start with you getting in that bed…but keep your clothes on,” I instructed.

He shrugged his shoulders and got in the bed.

“Now what?”

“Move around a little, so it looks like it’s been slept in. Then get over here,” I explained.

Meanwhile, I undressed completely and slipped into my bed. The vision of my nude body was not lost on Parker.

“Oh, I get it now,” Parker declared as he extricated himself from the smaller bed.

He was out of his clothes in seconds as if the clothes were refusing to cover up what was created to be seen. He walked over to his backpack, pulled out a tube of lube and tossed it on my bed, and then he slid into bed with me. After some rudimentary gymnastic moves, he was face down on top of me.

“Fancy meeting you here!” I joked.

“Have you ever had sex in this bed before?” he asked.

“Sure, quite often in fact…just not with another person.”

“Hah, I bet you wanked that sausage of yours all the time in this bed.”

“You have no idea. But now that’s your job, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and I can do you much better than wanking.”

We began making out like it was our last day on earth. It seemed to go on for hours, but in reality may have been 15 or 20 minutes. We had a really intense spit swapping session—my first—for a few of those minutes. He eventually leaned in and whispered into my left ear, “I’m so friggin’ horny!”

That's all I needed to hear and I pulled him into me.

He reached under the covers and grabbed my manhood. “Wow, I can see that you’re ready to go,” he observed.

“Weren't you the one who said that fornicating was for later? Well, it's later,” I reminded him.

“Ah, so it is!” he stated as he peeled back the covers and reached for the lube. He began by greasing up my pole which was now at full mast.

“God, I love this thing!” he commented.

“Me too!” I added.

Parker squirted some more lube into his hand and reached around to oil up his backside. He then situated his body so he was kneeling on either side of my hips. He aimed my unit against his hole and then he sat right down. I went straight up inside him like a bullet. He began riding me, and I urged him to keep his moans as quiet as possible. “Like we do when we’re in our dorm room,” I said. My parents and sister were right down the hallway.

He was sitting on my crotch and supporting his upper body by gripping both of my shins behind him. His cock was thoroughly engorged as I watched it bounce up and down with his undulations. I had no choice but to reach forward and add some hand action to the proceedings.

He began riding me faster and faster and my cock was sliding in and out of him with total ease. It was not difficult to figure out what that butt was made for. His ass was hungry and my phallus was being devoured.

Parker began talking dirty in hushed tones as I continued to wank him while he rode me. After a solid run of whispered moans, he let out a long guttural groan as his rocket sent forth several spurts of his hot pearly fluid. I felt the warmth of those shots against my chest. He didn’t stop there. He leaned forward continuing to ride me hard and coaxing me. “Fuck me good! I want you to come inside me! Oh yeah, give me your load deep!” I finally let him have it all with my cock fully buried inside him. I swear I felt the Earth bump off its axis as I exploded. It was truly a release for the ages.

As my eyes regained focus, I saw Parker’s disheveled face in front of me. His eyes were wild and open wide. His face was red like he just finished a workout at the gym. And his mouth was frozen open with a distant expression. He was breathing heavy and staring at me, but I don’t know if he was actually seeing anything yet. I was waiting for my racing heart to slow down. I lingered for a few seconds.

“Dude, you just gave me my fantasy fuck. That was the best ever!” Parker whispered as he collapsed face down on the bed. “You were totally inside me and then some. Holy shit that was hot!”

“The hottest ass in the world deserves the hottest fuck in the world. The more I thrust into you, the deeper I wanted to go,” I tried to articulate it. “Hands down, you’re the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.” I leaned over and kissed him all over his back. He reached back and patted the top of my head as if to say “job well done.”

I peeled myself off the bed and wobbled off to the bathroom. Fortunately, in my home, you can access the bathroom next door by the hall or through my room. This particular bathroom had two doors and was shared between me and my sister. I made it an obsession over the years to make sure the door to my room was locked from my side, lest someone accidentally walk in on me in a compromising position. But having an entrance from my room assured that I wasn’t forced to take to the hall to get to the bathroom.

I cleaned my member off in the sink with soap and warm water. Then I took out a fresh towel and dried off. As I reentered my room, Parker passed me and entered the bathroom for a changing of the guard. I handed him my towel, which was only slightly used. He returned in a few minutes and crawled back into bed with me.

“Well, we officially broke-in your bed, huh?” Parker stated.

“I can’t imagine why it took so long,” I mused.

“Because I was never here before!”

We both laughed.

“Oh man, my hole won’t close,” Parker grumbled.

“Whaddya mean?” I asked.

“Well, take a look,” he offered. He moved to a position on the bed where he was on all fours with his sweet butt facing me. I’d seen Parker’s butt hole up close quite frequently, so I know how it should have appeared. When I viewed the area in question, sure enough his butt hole was decidedly open. It wasn’t a huge gaping hole, but it still wasn’t closed all the way. Parker was correct, his butt hole was ajar.

“Hmm, well my suggestion is to go to sleep and hopefully it will be back to normal in the morning,” I suggested.

“But what if it isn’t,” he asked nervously.

“I’ve never heard of people walking around with open butt holes because they had anal the night before. Perhaps the restorative power of sleep will help your hole get back to normal.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Well, it's a sound theory.”

“I suppose,” he uttered as he snuggled up against me. “Good night, Matt, you’re the best.”

“Good night, hot boy.”

x

x

x

x