Left Without Words - 12. Chapter 12

Hehehe, sitting down at the kitchen table with Deme and his father was a surreal experience. You know, considering that we were just losing our 'gay virginity' to one another just a few moments before. Honestly, I could still taste the erotic flavor of his warm juices on my tongue. My legs still felt a little bit wobbly from having him taste mine. And while I don't regret a single naughty moment of us being together alone in his bedroom...I just...hehehe...

I felt so GUILTY in front of his father! He had us sit across from each other at the dinner table, so anxious to taste his first Chicago stuffed pizza...grabbing us some paper plates from on top of the microwave and giving us extra napkins in case our fingers got messy...and the whole time, I'm blushing so hard that I'm surprised he didn't ask me if I was feeling ok. There's something about having your very first sexual experience that feels so 'epic' that you can't help but to get completely stuck in the exhilarating bliss of it all. I couldn't shake it off, not even for normality's sake in front of a parent. I kept wanting to burst out laughing! Not because there was anything particularly funny going on...but I just...I can't even...UGH! My whole body felt so good, showered with tingles and rainbow sparkles...that I found myself having to hold back a nervous flutter of giggles as I tried to hide my rose colored face from his father's gaze. Oh God...does this feeling ever wear off? I still feel like I'm in the middle of my orgasm. Geez...this is SO damn cool!!!

"Wow...this is thick, yeah? I've never seen a pizza so thick. It looks almost like lasagna." Deme's dad said with a giant grin. "No wonder the box was so heavy. I will get us some forks and knives for this. Smells good, doesn't it, Shane?"

Staring down at the table cloth, I felt an uncontrollable grin spread out on my face, turning me an even deeper shade of crimson red...and when I tried to answer, I started snickering out loud. "Hahaha...ummm, yeah...really good..." I tried to hold my breath, but it wasn't working. What the hell was so damn FUNNY???

I peeked up at Deme, who widened his eyes slightly at my reaction. He pressed his finger to his lips briefly, trying to get me to shut up and stop being so obvious about our little secret...but when I kept giggling to myself, Deme began to giggle himself. And his laughter is so cute that it only made my jitters worse!

His father turned around to look at us with a bit of confusion. "What is funny? Did I say it incorrectly?" He asked, and Deme and I began to laugh even harder. "Apologies. My English isn't always as it should be..."

Deme attempted to straighten himself out. "No, Papa...you were correct. Shane is just being silly! Hehehe!" Then I felt a gentle kick under the table.

Oh wow...I'm so in love right now! I don't think I can contain a feeling like this for much longer. I wasn't prepared for any of this. I'm going to burst wide open if I don't find another way to channel this bubbly energy of obsession into something that doesn't look so...so....'silly'. Hehehe!

As Deme's father opened a drawer to get us some eating utensils, Deme grabbed my by the hand and suddenly shot up from his chair. And he was getting hard again! I could see the stiffening bulge in his pants. Omigod, YES! I want more too!

"Papa! Shane and I are going to wash up." He blurted out, and he was quick to drag me out of the kitchen by my hand before his father could turn around and see what the heck was making us act so crazy right now.

Deme pulled me into the hallways bathroom and shut the door, with me swooning over the fact that his incredibly soft hand was holding mine the entire time...my erection springing back to full hardness along the way. "Hehehe, I'm sorry!" I said. "I can't help it. I just...I don't know what's wrong with me right now...but I can't stop laughing. I just feel so..."

Without warning, Deme turned on the faucet in the sink, and lunged forward to kiss me on the lips. It caught me off guard, to say the least. And when he broke our intimate liplock and looked into my eyes, I was left completely speechless. "I...what was...?"

But he just stepped forward and kissed me again, his hard inches and mine touching with an explosive series of high powered tingles as he pressed my back against the wall and guided his warm, wet, tongue into my mouth. I just remember closing my eyes and feeling him close to me as the running water provided enough noise for us to let a few soft moans escape as we attempted to continue things where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted. Hehehe! Who knew that having a super hot boyfriend would be like this???

It simultaneously relaxed me and hyped me up to have Deme's slender frame in my arms...our lips touching, our tongues mingling, our stiff rods pressed together in a lustful way, while our heartfelt romance took center stage in our heavenly connection. It was hard for me to even breathe when we were that close together, but I managed to suck down enough oxygen to keep me conscious...even while swooning on weak legs, trying desperately yo keep me standing.

When our lips finally parted, we were both winded beyond belief. But once I saw Deme smile, I got all goofy over that boy again.

"Hehehe..."

Deme kissed me on the cheek, but said, "You must stop that. Hehehe, my papa will start to ask questions."

"Ok. I'll try. Promise." I said...soon snickering again as I tried to hold my true feelings inside. I've never felt like this in my entire LIFE! This was a totally unique experience to anything that I've ever faced before. And laughing at my own awkwardness was my only semi-rational way of dealing with it at this point. I just...I felt like I was going to float away and never find my way back to solid ground again! And look at Deme!!! Look at his fucking...at his fucking...FACE!!! He's so gorgeous! He's almost TOO gorgeous! And he's sweet and funny and he writes poems about me! I can't handle this! I'm not ready! My body feels so out of my control right now. I just wanted to kiss him some more! Please kiss me again! PLEASE???

How long has this water been running???

"Boys?" His father called from the other room.

"Coming, Papa!" Deme said...and then he kissed me on the lips again. It was brief, but affectionate. Then we both washed our hands with the liquid soap that he kept on the side of the sink. Deme said, "You can be...quiet, yes?" He smirked.

I kept giggling, but told him, "I'll try my best. Promise."

He was like, "I mean it, Shane! Hehehe, you must stop or my father will begin to suspect something is wrong. If you begin to laugh, then I will laugh too...and he will ask questions about us."

"I'll be good. I swear. I'm just...having a weird moment right now, that's all." He gave me a sideways look, and I told him, "I'm gonna stop! Hehehe, look...I'm stopping. I'll be ok. No more laughing." I tried to keep a straight face, but it wasn't easy.

He smiled at me, and quickly kissed my lips again. "Ok then." Followed by, "S' agapo..."

He started to open the bathroom door, but I stoppped him. "Wait! What is that? What did you say?"

He smirked and said, "S' agapo. It is Greek. It says...I love you."

"Omigod! Teach me that! 'Sey'...gwapi...wait...how do you say it?"

"S' agapo. Very simple."He kissed my lips again. "Can you try?"

"S' agapo? Is that right?" I think he laughed at my lame pronunciation at first, but he didn't want me to feel bad about it.

"Is very close. And thank you." He said, caressing the side of my face. "You are so lovely, Shane. You give my heart purpose. My soul a proper pursuit. I am so thankful for you."

"Hehehe! STOP!" I said, now turning purple from the extreme compliment. "You're too much. You know that?"

He just stared at me for a moment. Almost as if deciding whether we should go back out to eat our pizza, or simply lock the door and get involved in another sexual explosion that was liable to make it impossible for either one of us to ever return to a normal life without it being a daily occurrence. "We should go..." He said, just above a whisper. Then he leaned in to lightly rub his nose and lips on the side of my neck as he turned off the faucet. Then he kissed my cheek, and we both made sure to properly 'adjust' ourselves before opening the door again.

Deme's Dad was actually a really cool guy once you got to know him. He was so easily excited by everything. Hehehe, and sure, he was notorious for his corny 'dad jokes' and attempts to relate to us young folks...but, I don't know...the way he did it, it was kind of endearing. You could just tell that he had a good heart, you know?

You should have seen the way his eye rolled back and he sighed with delight after taking his first bite. Hahaha! Maybe I've been taking Chicago stuffed pizza for granted all these years. Something about his instant, unrestricted, joy made me appreciate it more. It was Giordano's too! So he had the best in town.

And yet...Deme was still the show stopper at that table. Every chance that we got, we exchanged an extended glance or two. The intensity of our eye contact, mixed with the radiant glory of that boy's smile, nearly pulled me out of my seat to slide over that table to kiss those sexy lips of his again. I could feel the gravitational 'yank' on my suffering heart, and I was wondering if I could possibly find a reason for us to go back to the bathroom together and shut the door for another few minutes. I was so addicted to him at that point that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find the strength to go home when the day was done.

Deme's dad said, "This is so cool, right? You people can eat like this all the time? It's so good!" We both grinned at his enthusiasm, and he said, "Dimitry here has been exposing me to so much since we've been here. Back home, we don't have such things. I like this." He took another bite with his fork, and eventually dropped the utensils and just picked up the slice to take another huge bite. Stringy cheese, sauce on his upper lip...hehehe, he was really enjoying this pepperoni and sausage goodness. God forbid he get a taste of Portillo's Italian beef sandwich! I'll be sure to tell him about that!

Deme was eating, and he said, "Papa...this is so filling! You have bought the biggest pizza they have?"

"I told them large. For the three of us. I didn't know it would be so much food."

I spoke up and said, "Yeah...you guys could probably do with a medium. Or maybe even a small. These things can sit pretty heavy on your stomach."

Deme's dad replied, "This will last us for days to come. Not that I am complaining. This is delicious. The rest of the planet is missing out! Mmmmm..." I heard Deme giggle as a long string of melted cheese broke away from his slice and covered his lips and hung down to his chin. He had to put it down and wipe his hands on his already greasy napkin before wiping the excess off of his chin. And I wanted him sooooo bad during that cute moment! Seriously, I felt like I was losing my mind! My boyfriend is so damned ADORABLE!!!

I started to snicker again, his cheerful grin causing my blush to return in full. Then his father said, "It's not good food unless it is messy! Am I right?" Then he said, "Dimitry doesn't like to get messy. He is too pretty." Causing Deme's jaw to drop slightly. "He will deny it, but my son made me so proud. He drives alll the girls in town into a frenzy. They would wait outside of our house just to get a glimpse of him. He's a real heart breaker, my proud boy."

Deme rolled his eyes in the cutest way and said, "Papa...stop."

"They CRY when he moved away, you know? Shane...the girls were so sad."

"Papa, you exaggerate..."

"No, I don't. I felt guilty for taking him away from them." He turned to me, and said, "Five girls, no less...actual tears when they had to say goodbye. I think they thought they would grow up and marry my son in the future. They are probably still crying now. You believe me."

Deme blushed, but he gave me a little wink when his dad wasn't looking. Hell, if Deme had to move away from ME...I'd bawl my eyes out. So his dad's memory sounds pretty credible to me. "Hey, Shane...maybe you can introduce Deme to his newest victims when he starts at the school. Yes?"

At that moment, I could feel Deme's sock foot under the table. It lightly rubbed over the top of my own, and the feel of his intimate touch made me fully hard again. Like, in a matter of seconds! I looked up to see him smiling at me, and he said, "I think Shane will keep me busy for now, Papa."

He giggled.

I giggled.

And we both tried to look down at our plates to keep from giving ourselves away. But I could still feel the softness of his foot on mine, and I began to slowly wiggle my toes to return the private moment we were sharing underneath that dinner table.

"Well, hopefully not too busy for your studies." His father said, grabbing a second slice. "He has to work, you know? All he does is write poems. Nothing else. That's why Milo wants him to work in the restaurant. He needs work ethic. Right, Shane?"

Unable to focus on anything other than Deme's foot rubbing against mine, I heard my voice squeak slightly as I said, "Uh huh. Work ethic..." And that's when Deme kicked me! Hahaha! "Owww!"

Deme burst out laughing. "My work ethic is just fine, thank you! Don't you side with him!"

His father laughed too, saying, "Don't abuse our guests in this house, Deme. Locate your manners."

It was funny, but I began to get nervous as we stuffed ourselves and it got close to the time when I'd have to go home again. It was starting to get dark outside already, and my mom would be wondering where I was soon. I dreaded the moment when I'd have to say goodbye, and I think Deme could sense it too.

Once we were stuffed, and still had almost 70% of this gigantic pizza leftover, Deme stood up and collected the plates from the table to throw them in the trash. He gave me a look, a silent signal to follow him out of his father's sight, and I was quick to answer his beckoning before I boned up again and made myself too obvious to walk out of that room without having my erection noticed. But I did manage to say, "Thanks for the pizza, sir. Everything was awesome!"

Deme's dad said, "You may call me Alfio. Or just Alfie for short. It is ok." And he smiled at me, giving me a hug. "You are a really nice boy, Shane. You are welcome in our house any time you want to come over. Ok?"

"Thanks...'Alfie'." I said. I'm not used to calling parents by their first name, but he was friendly enough to make it ok.

"Get home safe, ok?" His dad said, turning on the porch light for me to find my way out. But Deme gave me another one of those intense looks again.

He says, "Papa...me and Shane are going to...go into the basement for a moment. Then he will leave after. Ok?"

Omigod...the basement! Yes! Let's go to the basement!

Shit, I'm getting hard again! SOOOO hard!

His father told him, "Don't get Shane in trouble with his mother now. Let him go home."

But Deme insisted, "I won't make trouble. Just a few minutes more." His father hesitated for a minute, and he said, "Shane is my friend. Let me be friends for a little bit longer. Then he will go. Ok?" They had a short exchange in Greek, which I didn't understand, but seemed like the typical parent/teenager conversation when it came to things like this. And when he took a hold of my hand again...I practically melted into a pile of 'homo-goo' right there at his feet! Hehehe!

He has such an insane affect on me!

His dad spoke English again and said, "You two have fun. But don't let Dimitry kidnap you, ok? I don't want your mother to worry."

I giggled, "I won't. Promise."

And he started trying to cover up the pizza as Deme gently pulled me out of the kitchen and down into his basement. The place where we shared our very first kiss.

Wow...

I never really understood what 'life' was until I tasted it on Deme's lips. And now?

Now I can't get enough of it.