"I don't understand?" I asked Gerry. "Why did you say you had sex with other guys before if you hadn't?"
"I don't know. I guess I didn't think you would have sex with me. I wanted to convince you. I wanted to be sure."
"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure I would have done it anyway. You're kind of irresistible. But I have to say, some of that stuff you do in bed is crazy. Especially for a straight guy. Did you do that with girls? Is that where you learned it?"
"No, not really, mostly from videos, I've been thinking about it, having sex with a guy, for a long time. You just happened to be the first."
"It was impressive. I have to say that."
"Thanks," he said, and kissed my cheek. "It's different."
"What do you mean, different?" I asked, not sure what he meant. "Different as in better or different as in worse?"
"No, different in that there's another person. There's thoughts and emotions, and feelings. When you watch a video, it's interesting and exciting but you don't know the people on the video. It's more of a show, a physical demonstration of sex. When it's over you turn it off, and feel nothing really. With people, it's more complicated."
"I agree. It's much more complicated." I said thinking of my own feelings for him. We laid there for a while.
"Gerry, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
I knew this could ruin everything, but I needed to know. "When you first asked me to work with you on the project. Did you just do that for the sex? Was that all it was, an elaborate plan to get me in bed?" There, I said it.
Gerry thought for a moment. I waited.
"Yes," he said, and it hurt. "But let me explain. I had been thinking about sex with men, and I had heard about your dick and that you were gay from one of my girlfriends. I don't know how she knew, so please don't ask. Anyway, I had this idea, and, it all gets confusing at that point. But yes, it was about the sex." He could sense my disappointment. "I'm trying to be honest."
"Sometimes honesty hurts." I said, dejected.
"Let me ask you, did you say yes to working with me because you needed help with the project or because you liked the way I looked?" Gerry asked.
"As long as we're being honest, I suppose it was because you were so good looking. I didn't really need the help."
"So you see, in the beginning we both had our reasons."
"I suppose you're right," I agreed, still slightly irritated.
"Remember how I said it was different with people? Well, as we worked together, I began to like you, not as someone to have sex with, just as a person. Then we had sex and it was amazing and I felt I knew you deep down somehow and you knew me and there was some kind of connection. We understood each other in some unspoken way. And when I said those things, those mean things, I was scared of the feelings I had about you. Afterwards, all I could think about was how I hurt you and how you must feel and I hated myself for it. I hated myself for even having those feelings." He stopped.
"Gerry, it's OK to have feelings about people. Trust me." I said, as we lay there, then continued. "And you were right. I was mad at you, not just because of your words, but because I felt the same way about you."
We laid there in silence for some time. Eventually we got up and tried to put ourselves back together. Cleaning up and sorting through clothes. Gerry handed me my cummed up bikini from our first sexual adventure. The ones he had been using to catch his own cum when jacking off, thinking about me. "These are yours," he said.
"Why don't you keep them. We might need them next time." I said with a smile.
"And the next, and the next," he added.
True to his word, Gerry started taking me to the gym. Setting up a routine for me. Helping me with the machines and the free weights. His friends at the gym took it as a novelty, poking fun at Gerry. The big stud helps the scrawny skinny guy, but he didn't seem to mind. I was enjoying spending more time with Gerry. Doing something together other than school work. But like he said, the best part was seeing him all sweaty in his workout clothes. It really could drive a boy wild. It sure did me. And his friends in their tight workout clothes didn't hurt. Their arm and leg muscles weren't the only bulges on display.
We continued with the sex. Incredible sex. I finally got my chance to suck his meaty dick. Working that fat cock was worth the wait. I never tire of it. He also makes sure to have me start by working it through his underpants. He is quite a guy. He still loves having his nipples worked too, and of course his favorite, fucking me up the ass. At this point I had been fucked on my back, bent over, on top, sideways, and just about every other way.
Gerry still didn't play with my cock, except for a few final strokes at the climax. I didn't care. We were taking it as his pace. I figured eventually we would get there.
One night as we sitting around after dinner, Gerry said, "I have a present for you."
This was unexpected, he had never gotten me anything before. I opened the package. It was a pair of briefs, forest green with a fly front.
"Put them on," he said with a sexy grin. Let me see how they look.
"Nice. Very nice." He said once I had stripped down and put them on. I felt a little awkward, as Gerry was still fully dressed.
"Here, sit down on this chair." And he directed me to his desk chair. "Now you're going to have to trust me on this one." As he pulled out a role of tape. I thought what is he thinking? I'm not so sure about this.
Seeing my concern, he said again, "Trust me Aaron". What was I to do? I had gone this far, and of course I really did trust him. Or at least I did up until now.
Gerry then proceeded to tape my forearms to the arms of the chair. Round and round the roll of tape went until I couldn't move my arms, or more importantly escape in any way. "I didn't know if you were a rope guy, so I opted for tape."
"Gee thanks," I replied. Second guessing my whole decision on this.
"I was going to do this for Christmas, but I couldn't wait." Given that it was early November I figured he must have something special in mind. What it was, I had no idea.
Then he took off his clothes, making a little show out of it. My very own private superhero strip show. He took everything off except for a pair of red y-front briefs, with white trim. My cock had grown hard, just looking at him. Then he knelt between my legs. Somehow, he had lined up the chair with a full-length mirror, allowing me to gaze directly at his beefy ass in the reflection. Damn, so sexy.
He started with a flick of my nipple. I took a sharp breath. Followed by a pinch. He knew how sensitive my nipples were. This wasn't fair. I was totally vulnerable, and he could work them mercilessly without worrying that I would push him away even if I begged him to stop. He continued to pinch and pull. My hard cock straining violently against my green briefs with each tug, the fabric tenting out. Watching his ass move in those red briefs wasn't helping either. I squirmed as he played.
"Do you want me to stop? Just say so."
