“Sparks flying, eh?”Kyle waggled his eyebrows.
“I’m gonna run you down in the parking lot,” I told him, curtly.
“I’m your ride home,” Kyle reminded me, “so you could have more than one beer.”
I pushed my empty glass across the table toward him.“So buy another round, idiot.”
Chapter Six
Horniness was draggingme to the city.
I’d been sexting with the guy for a couple of weeks.Innocuous, mildly flirty stuff at first, that escalated with a sense of inevitability to trading photos and videos.He talked a good game and, judging from the shots he sent, he certainly had the resources to back that up.Enough, at least, for me to tell my parents I was going to be away for the weekend.
Catherine and Kyle had given me a look that said they knew exactly what my plans were, when I’d innocently mentioned I wouldn’t be around for our traditional Saturday night drinks.I hadn’t exactly lied to them, but neither did I feel the need to spill all the details.
It wasn’t guilt, or even embarrassment.More a sort of shame: not about being gay and wanting to be with another man, but the fact that I was so in thrall to my physical needs, I’d undertake a multiple-hour roadtrip in order to satisfy them.I didn’t make a habit of it, but then neither was this the first - or the second, or the third - time for such a pilgrimage.
Perhaps perversely, what made it feel easier was that I had no misconceptions that I was driving over for love.Our messages had been sexy, and funny, and enough to preemptively put a grin on my face when I saw my phone light up, but I knew Conner wasn’t a romantic prospect.A couple of years younger, doing some job that meant he could send the occasional risqué snap from a meeting room high above the city skyline.He was ambitious, but also far from ready to settle down.
No, this was entirely sexual, and that was quite okay by me.
I’d crossed myself off the weekend schedule, and hit the road first thing Saturday morning.The pickup settling into a steady lope; even with my eagerness, the simmering sense of anticipation that kept me half-hard, I felt no real need to compete with the SUVs and sedans which whipped past me with such urgency.It wasn’t like I could check into the cheap hotel I’d booked until two o’clock, anyway.
It was a reminder, each time, of my very first.Barely seventeen years - and claiming a further two - and my driver’s license freshly tucked inside my wallet.My nerves rattling more than the old truck, as the green line on my phone’s map led me to some motel three towns over.
He’d just been passing through, a sales rep for a company unnamed, and with a trunk full of samples unspecified.Not that I was there for that particular pitch.More interested in his promise to educate me in other fashions, my embarrassing virginity unstated but inexperience implied.
The exact terms didn’t matter, anyway: he’d been more than content to put me on my knees and teach me how to suck his dick.The cheap baseball hat he’d crowned me with flipped backwards, and the drumbeat of his fingers on its brim speeding as I felt his thighs shake in my grip.
He’d pulled me off him, and up, and over the edge of the mattress, and then chuckled as I squirmed from his slyly-digging fingers.Rolled his eyes when I insisted on a condom - either for my youthful caution, or my naive assumption that he’d dare go without, I wasn’t sure - and then stuck me.Inelegant and borderline perfunctory, but still sufficient with his groping hand to get me off as he grunted atop my back.
He insisted on my keeping the cap, and I dropped it in the first trashcan I saw.Terrified, beyond rational measure, of having to explain its bland logo to my mom; to craft a convincing story of where it came from.
He’d been the first, anyway, and as tutors went he’d done all I could reasonably require.Broken me in; shown me that, far from some magical, mysterious thing, each future hookup could be resolute in its physicality.That while the flirting, and the teasing, and the preamble of over-promising could be fun, at the end of the day all I could expect of this life was friction.Nothing more, and nothing less.
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