That weekend was a blur of speeches, receptions, and other special events. We also got Skype calls from relatives like Rachel and Todd. Of course Amy was always the star of the show. Mom got kind of weepy at times, and she kept taking pictures left and right. Dad was also worked up, but in a totally different way: he asked a million questions about Amy's plans for law school, and he offered a bunch of advice that she probably didn't need.
Don't get me wrong, we all had a great time. The only problem was that Chad and I were hardly ever alone. We kept wanting to explore the fetish we'd just discovered-- maybe try out some bondage or something-- but we couldn't finagle the privacy we needed, at least not without tipping off the others.
It was incredibly frustrating to know Chad's cock and balls were constantly within reach, yet were almost completely off-limits. I kept thinking of all the things I was dying to do with them, from sucking to fucking to everything else. At one point we walked past a football field; I was dying to pull him under the stands so we could bang each other's brains out. Then there were all the little parks that were full of secluded spots. For such a small town, it had a lot of possibilities. Chad was clearly thinking along the same lines as I was: his dick kept straining against his pants, and his eyes kept meeting mine.
I do have to say, our stay at the B&B was kind of romantic, my family's presence notwithstanding. Our room had an almost idyllic view of an apple orchard on one side and a strawberry field on the other. But we hardly ever looked outside, since our bed was so warm and comfortable. It kept creaking whenever we moved, but it did stay quiet when we snuggled, so we kept falling asleep in each other's arms.
Every morning, when we got up, Mrs. Perkins greeted us with a big home-cooked breakfast. And when I say home-cooked, I mean it was the real deal: the eggs apparently came from her henhouse, and the sausage and bacon came from a nearby farm. Even the maple syrup came from trees out back, which was something I'd never heard of before.
After breakfast was our time to shower. Chad and I always made sure our door was locked; then we stripped down and headed for the bathroom. This was the only time we could properly fool around, and even then we did it quickly and furtively. The last thing we wanted to do was get caught.
I couldn't help thinking of the first time I'd laid eyes on my man. Our old dorm's industrial-sized showers were pretty much the opposite of the intimate antique fixtures we had here. Even so, Chad looked almost exactly the way I remembered, with his balls swinging between his legs, the water dripping from his dick, and the stream coming off his skin. I thought of how I'd originally fantasized about fooling around with him. Not only had my fantasy come true, but our relationship had gotten to the point that shower sex almost seemed tame.
That Sunday in particular, we lingered longer than we probably should have. I couldn't help it: I fucking loved feeling Chad's dick against my thighs. I also relished making out with him, even when it meant getting shower spray in my face. My absolute favorite was when our cocks rubbed together, and I could reach down and service both of us with one hand.
"Fuck yeah," Chad was saying between kisses. "Your dick feels so fucking good...."
I pressed his body against the wall, and I used my free hand to pin his arms above his head. "Do you want it?" I asked.
"Oh fuck," he said. "You're driving me crazy...."
"That means I'm doing my job," I replied. "Remember, this is supposed to be a quickie." With that, I tightened my grip as I stroked both of our cocks.
"Mm baby...."
"Just think of what we'll get to do later. When we're really alone."
"I can't wait...."
I sped up my strokes. Chad's body seemed to melt against the tile; he was clearly enjoying the ride. I could feel his dick getting bigger, which of course made me harder and harder-- if that was even conceivable.
"Oh yeah," seemed to be all he could say. "That feels so fucking good...."
"Then cum for me," I said. "I want to see you fucking shoot."
"It's not like you haven't seen it before...."
"Don't argue with me," I said as I slid my lips across his cheek.
"Oh fuck," he said, "I'm so close...." And without another word, Chad closed his eyes, dropped his jaw, and started to cum.
I felt his first shot hit my pubes. Then I shifted my hand a little, and the next few jets hit my bellybutton. I hadn't expected him to get off that fast, though I wasn't about to complain. I kept going till his orgasm ended; then I let go of his dick and started pounding myself. I just thought of the sexiest things I could, most of which entailed Chad getting pounded into submission. Finally I let out a gasp, and I splooged all over his abs.
"Yeah," Chad said, "that's so fucking hot."
I kissed him again, and I pressed his body harder against the wall. Our cocks jousted against each other at first; then they settled into place, lying perfectly side by side. "So," I said, "are you still hungry for more?"
Chad put his hands on my ass. His dick was still as hard as a rock. "Do you really need me to answer that?"
"Well good," I said as I kissed him again. "If we're lucky... maybe we can get a chance later."
Chad's dick responded in kind. "We'd better," he said. Then we made out for another minute longer, while the warm water poured all over us.
We didn't want to get dressed, but we knew we didn't have a choice. Commencement was at nine o'clock that morning. Mom had made clear that she wanted us looking our best, with dress clothes, ties, and everything. So we put ourselves together as best we could, and we met my parents downstairs. Mom kept fussing over us as we headed into town.
As we expected, the Dartmouth campus was crawling with people, and caps and gowns were everywhere. We still found Amy pretty easily. She was sporting a bunch of decorations, since she was graduating summa cum laude, plus she'd been involved in lots of organizations. But she kept downplaying it, as if she was used to that kind of recognition.
"I'm so proud of you," Mom said. "Here, I want a picture. With all of us this time."
"You want me to take it?" Chad asked.
"Sweetie," she said, "I want you in it too!"
Chad and I exchanged glances.
Sweetie?
I thought. Mom had only ever used that word with Amy and me; she'd never used it with anyone we'd dated. I didn't mind her talking to Chad that way-- far from it-- but it definitely caught me off guard. I kept thinking of how my parents had only really known the guy a few days; after all, I'd just come out to them barely six months before. The idea of having a gay boyfriend, at least publicly, was still pretty new.
Anyway, Mom tapped a random guy and handed him her phone. We all clustered around Amy and smiled at the camera. I felt Chad's arm wrap around my hip, while I put my arm around his shoulders. The random guy snapped the picture and captured the moment for posterity.
The ceremony that followed was exactly what you'd expect. The band played a lot of processionals, some more original than others, while long lines of people marched across the green. A bunch of speakers stepped up to the podium and offered platitudes about life. And of course the graduates walked across the stage.
I have to admit, there were times when my mind definitely wandered. I thought of the honor cords around Amy's neck, and how I could use them to tie up Chad's body. I also imagined using Chad's necktie as a leash, or maybe as a whip. I could even pour that tasty homemade syrup on his skin, then lick it off-- or I could make Chad do it to me. The possibilities seemed endless, at least in my mind.
Chad leaned into my ear. "Down boy," he whispered.
I looked down and realized how hard I'd gotten. With the nice pants I was wearing, my boner's outline was on full display. I felt a wave of embarrassment, and I looked at my parents; but they didn't seem to notice, since their eyes were fixed on the stage. I tried to act casual, and I re-positioned my dick as nonchalantly as I could.
It was a good thing we'd fooled around that morning, because if we hadn't, I'm sure I would've had blue balls that day. And it turned out we weren't the only ones in that boat.
When the festivities ended, Amy took me aside the first chance she got. "Listen," she said, "aren't you all over social media?"
"I... I mean, I dunno about that--"
"I thought you said you'd been on Tinder."
"Not Tinder," I said. "But I guess I know how it works, more or less, if that's what you're asking."
