I found it best to stay in on Sunday mornings following a home game, to let the fanbase filter out of town. I ate and showered and settled on the couch to watch ESPN and surf the net. Yesterday had been another step down a road that was leading to somewhere unknown. As with the first couple times I accepted blowjobs from guys, and the first couple times I reciprocated, yesterday afternoon was one of conflict. I loved every minute of what I did while I did it, but as soon as the endorphins faded, I lapsed into regret deciding never to do that again. I loved sex with women and I was able to fulfill my needs, so I didn't need gay sex. I logged back into Match.com and browsed for some more women to contact. There was one new profile that caught my attention so I sent her a 'clever' note to attract her attention. She had a beautiful smile, the camera clearly loved her. Her photos were tasteful, classy and displayed her wonderful breasts. I circled back to her best photo several times and felt that stir in my shorts.
I switched over to one of my usual porn sites and searched for videos of women giving head, removed my shorts and played with my cock. After several stimulating videos I clicked a thumbnail of what appeared to be a thin woman giving head, but discovered it was a young twink when the video started. I watched and enjoyed and recalled yesterday, the sight of my cock sliding in and out of Josh's mouth. The video climaxed, the thin twink grinning with a mouthful of cum. I slammed my laptop shut.
I put a load of laundry in the washer. I watered the plants. I showered. I emptied the dishwasher. I stood in my living room trying to think of something constructive to do. And my phone buzzed. It was a text from Josh:
'Hi'.
I put my phone on the counter and returned to the middle of my living room to stand uselessly without any idea of what to do with myself next. I couldn't go to the golf course, it was packed with out-of-towners. The restaurants were full, too. I retrieved my phone: 'Hi Josh, how are you today?'
'I'm good. Just wanted to thank you for yesterday.'
I started a text and deleted, started another and deleted, then finally settled on: 'That was a lot of fun.'
'Can we get together again?' Josh texted, 'I thought I heard you tell that guy that you lived near campus.'
I thought for a moment, then gave in and texted him the name of my condo building.
His reply wasn't immediately forthcoming, but eventually popped through. 'Wow, if you look out your back window, mine is the blue house directly behind your building. You can probably see into my kitchen. My roommates and I get to campus by walking through our backyard straight through your parking garage.' I turned my phone in my hand. I'd seen students cutting through the garage on a regular basis. I started toward my rear window, then stopped in case he was looking out his window.
Josh living right behind me added a dimension I wasn't prepared for. It felt like I had trapped myself. It could work out. I could ease my way out of the situation and everything could be fine. Or I could be outed if this young man was reckless or ignorant of my concerns. I felt the tension of the long pause after his text. I wondered if the wait concerned him. I put him in that situation yesterday by sucking cock in a public place, he didn't ask for the opportunity to watch. I unknowingly forced it upon him. I texted him back, 'Why don't you come up and we can talk. Unit 3A'
'Be right there,' he answered.
I didn't have long to consider my position, to work out how to delicately extract myself, as his knock on the door came very quickly. I took a deep breath with no idea what I was going to say.
I opened the door to find an easy smile on his face, "Hi Mark!"
"Hi Josh, come on in," I stepped aside and he passed through into my kitchen, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Water would be great."
"Have a seat on the couch," I said as I extracted two bottles of water from the fridge. I watched the thin, delicate featured young man enter the living room and set on the couch. His hair was still wet from a recent shower. I gave him one of the waters and sat down on the couch with enough distance between us and carefully chose my next words.
"Sorry about the locker room, "I said, "You were an innocent bystander, any regret you might feel is entirely my fault."
He lifted his chin thoughtfully, "I've re-lived it dozens of times, and feel a little uncertain, but definitely no regret," he said. I watched his mouth as he formed his words and saw no indication of discomfort. "I've always wanted to do that. Yesterday, I finally got my chance."
"Your chance?" I questioned, "You've never had sex with a man before?"
And he shook his head, "Never had sex with anyone before," he added.