Josh - 3. Chapter 3

Dad Jim followed me, when I opened the door there was Roger with a woman who I suspect was his mother. I open the door wider, Roger stepped inside followed by the woman. “Josh, this is my mother, Mom, this is Josh.”

“How do you do, this is my father Jim and the man coming behind me is my father Ron. Come on in. Could I get you a cup of coffee or a glass of wine?”

My dads smiled, “I see you have trained your son to be the perfect host. My name is Carol. Roger told me that you invited him spend the night and I just wanted to be sure.”

“Actually Josh extended the invitation with our approval. And thank you for the complement, Josh is very special to us.”

Roger winked at me, I smiled at him. Carol did come in and had a glass of wine with my dads as Roger and I went to my bedroom. “I’m glad you’re spending the night.”

“Me too, I wanted to spend time with you ever since I met you at Dawson’s birthday party. We never had the time, there was always someone from the gang around. Now we have the total night to be alone.”

“You need to know that this is the first time I’ve ever had a sleep over. So don’t expect too much.”

“If you haven’t guessed by now, I haven’t been a gad about either. I’m still a little embarrassed that I came on strong to you on the phone. I never had done that before, as far as my sexuality is concerned, only my family knows. At school no one knows or suspects, even though I have never dated. I think they think I shy, in a way I am, except around you.”

“This is great, we can discover our love together without any expectations. I’ll think of it as a path of discovery with a handsome partner.”

“It may be a path of discovery but I know what I want to find at the end of that path, you.”

Looking into Roger’s eyes, I pulled him to me and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Watching his expression and smile, soon he was the aggressor as he smashed his lips to mine. This was going to be a path of delights, I could tell.

“Roger”

“That’s my mom, she probably wants to tell me she’s leaving.”

We walked downstairs, hand in hand. I noticed my dads looking and I saw them give a slight smile. Roger’s mom must have had more than one glass of wine cause she was smiling, quite openly, as she leaned over and kissed Roger on the cheek. I knew she whispered something in his ear and I’ll have to ask him later.

That evening lying in bed, “It’s hard to remember how cold and wet we were this morning. The only thing that reminds me, is the bruises.” I never slept with anyone before, but I could get use to sleeping with Roger. We cuddled after many kisses, he had his head on my chest as he laid next to me.

“I could stay like this forever. You’re so warm and this is the best pillow ever made.”

Looking up at me with those eyes, I could see the beginning of a very happy life. I bent my head, pressed my lips to his, and softly slipped my tongue into his mouth. Tasting him was like tasting something warm and sweet. “We better stop or we will never get any sleep.”

“I didn’t come here to sleep. I came here to show you my love. Kiss me again.”

I did, but he had something else in mind as he let his hand drift down towards my dick, which was harder than it ever had been. He slipped his hand under my briefs and I was startled when his hand touched my hard cock. No other hand had ever touched it until now. “Roger” but it was too late as I came in torrents. My brief’s were soaked, as well as Roger’s hand.

Now I wanted to let him experience what I just did. A thought flashed through my mind, I knew what sucking was all about. I heard it enough in school, suck my cock, as the bullies yelled at the little kids. I started to kiss Roger’s throat and then I worked my kisses down his torso, stopping at certain spots. As I went further he knew what I was going to do and tried to stop me. I held his arms as I proceeded to my prize, and a prize it was. With my free hand, I pushed down his briefs and there in its glory was Roger’s flag pole. I noticed he was circumcised where I was not. It was like licking a pop sickle but much more delicious. By this time, Roger gave up and just laid back to enjoy my treat. It wasn’t long before I had to make a decision, do I or do I not. This is Roger and this is a part of him, so I did. He tried to push my head away, but he couldn’t and then I got the cream. Its taste wasn’t awful but I knew his cream was the only one I’d ever taste.

The cold, hurt and being wet was forgotten as Roger and I fell asleep in each other’s arm, dreaming about a very happy future.