Quentin and Colin saw the lights go out in Nelson's loft apartment over his parents' garage. Their friend was off to some well-earned sleep.
As Quentin started the engine and turned on the headlights, he cast his mind back over the last few hours. It had been an evening of firsts: the first time he knew his friends were gay; his first circle jerk; the first time he kissed other men and tasted his own cum; his first time fucking and sucking with men. He had been surprise-seduced into gay sex by his two best friends. In his first night of gay experimentation, he had tried a little of almost everything. He had even ass-fucked his oldest friend in the world.
Quentin and Colin, his passenger, pulled out of their friend Nelson's driveway and began following the road to Colin's house. There was total silence in the car as streetlights passed them by.
The quiet was oppressive, so Colin initiated conversation.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I think so," Quentin replied. "I don't deny I'm shocked by what we did tonight, but... I'm alright."
"Shocked? Not pleased?"
"Yeah, well, I'm still taking it all in."
Colin looked a little crestfallen.
"I mean, yeah, I'm pleased with how things happened. It was fucking good sex."
"I thought so too," Colin said. "Would you believe I'm hard for you right now? I can see a bulge in your pants too. Do you, uh, want to get in the back?"
Quentin shook his head, only partly because he wasn't accustoming to his best friend taking passes at him, much less so directly.
"I've had sex back there before, and trust me, it's too cramped for our long legs to fit comfortably."
Colin looked disappointed again, almost rejected, even though he knew it was silly after having sex so many times in one evening to think that Quentin would be up to it again.
Quentin, on the other hand, found he could not stand to see that disappointed look on his friend's face, so he offered his friend an intriguing alternative.
"I don't want you in the back of my car. I want you at your house; I want to take you in your own bed."
Colin's jaw dropped at Quentin's sudden assertiveness and the boldness of his purpose. Colin kept his sexual proclivities a secret from his parents, so he couldn't just walk in with a boyfriend at four in the morning, even if he was someone his parents knew. But maybe there was a way...
"Do you mean it?" Colin asked. "In my bed?"
"Yes. If we can do it without being caught..."
Now twenty, the young men lamented they had not left the nest and gotten their own places, where they could have sex with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
Colin was planning. He hoped his father hadn't entered his bedroom and locked the window, or they would be out of luck.
"Let's try."
Quentin parked on the street, half-a-block from Colin's parents' house. Chilled by the morning coolness, they trembled as they walked; they both had a case of nerves almost equal to their arousal. The street lights streamed through the leaves of trees, casting shifting shadows on the sidewalk as they approached the residence.
At the house, Colin outlined his plan and Quentin grimaced as his friend pointed out the bedroom windows. Colin's parents slept in the master bedroom next to his smaller room, and their windows were side by side over the front porch. The house was set back from the road a little and with overhead foliage blocking the street lamps, it was fairly well-hidden in the darkness. Beside the porch, a maple tree towered above the house; its branches overhung the porch roof.
"This is how I used to sneak in and out of the house after curfew when I was a teenager. First, we climb the tree and step off onto the porch roof. If Dad has left the window unlocked, we should be able to quietly enter the house. And then, you're going to fuck my brains out... again."
It was too dark to see either Quentin's blush or his erection.
"Can't we just use the front door and go up quietly?"
"No. My dad is a light sleeper and you know he's a bit of a paranoid insomniac. He'd hear us on the creaky stairs for sure, if he isn't sitting in the dark by the front door with a baseball bat. He does that sometimes."
"Oh, shit."
Quentin was about to climb the tree when Colin stopped him.
"You won't be able to go to the bathroom when you get inside. If you have to take a leak, piss over here against the shrubs."
They stood side-by-side, each letting their urine stream over the bushes.
When they were finished urinating, they ascended the tree with caution, trying to avoid the snap of broken branches. Colin stepped onto the roof first. When Quentin joined him, his foot scraped loudly on the shingles and he nearly slid off the edge of the roof. Colin helped him back up and they both leaned in against the wall, hoping against hope that the sound did not wake Colin's father. His dad would attend any security concerns with his home-defence baseball bat; his wife wouldn't let him keep a gun in the house.
When it was quiet for over a minute, the two men made their way to Colin's window. It was open.
The two men made their way through the window awkwardly, managing to enter without a sound. Colin pointed at a spot on the hardwood floor that would creak and squeak under the weight of a man's foot. Colin let down the blinds very slowly and pulled the curtains shut. He crossed the room cautiously and locked his bedroom door to prevent any sudden surprise walk-ins. He took off his shirt and sweater and layered the shirt over a lamp on his dresser; when he turned it on, the lamp projected only a dim glow around the room; it wasn't a light that would be noticed under his bedroom door.
Quentin had been here before, of course, having visited his friend very regularly since he was eight. They had used to play on the rug with plastic army men and Star Wars action figures. He never thought he'd ever have sex in this room.
Colin walked over to the foot of the bed. He pulled the rest of his clothes off slowly, starting with shoes and socks. Quentin had seen him naked earlier tonight, and many times before in change rooms. Quentin had learned that Colin had been having sex with Nelson for months; in that time, Colin had plainly grown more confident in his body; he looked very comfortable undressing himself in front of Quentin.
As Colin disrobed, Quentin slowly followed his example. He was not as used to the feeling of being exposed in front of a man as Colin was. But this was Colin, his best friend, and now a lover. He took off his shoes and made a neat pile of his clothes on Colin's desk chair.
Quentin and Colin faced each other appreciatively. The light-haired, fair-skinned Quentin contrasted with the darkness of Colin's hair and complexion. Quentin's boner was slightly longer than Colin's erection, but both were beautifully sculpted, embroidered with full patches of pubic hair. An unbidden memory of Nelson's fiery pubic bush and his veined cock presented itself to Quentin, but he let it go to live in the moment.
Colin pulled back the bed covers and slid under them. Quentin barely hesitated, but followed when Colin beckoned to him. They were both grateful that the bed had a queen-size mattress and not the twin-size Colin used to have when he was a kid.
"It feels strange to be naked in bed with you," Quentin said, nervous now.
"It feels good," Colin replied.
He leaned over Quentin and kissed him passionately on the mouth. It took a few seconds, but Quentin met the kiss with equal excitement of his own.
As arousal in him grew, Quentin's nerves subsided. His hands began to explore the naked body of his friend, searching for details that had eluded him before. He wanted to know every inch of Colin. He let his fingers curl the sparse hair on Colin's chest; he discovered a mole on his left shoulder. He let his hands fall to his friend's buttocks; he kneaded and massaged them the way Nelson had to him a few hours before.
Nelson. The thought of the ruddy, red-haired man intruded upon the moment. For a few seconds, Quentin imagined that he was fondling Nelson instead of Colin. He shook himself back to the present.
Colin was inflamed by the touching and the kissing; he was once again as horny as hell. It impaired his judgement slightly and he broke the kiss and blurted it out before he could stop himself.
"God, I want to fuck you so badly."
Quentin stiffened and his massaging hands stilled.
"I, uh, I don't know how."
"Neither did I the first time, but you have me here to teach you. Will you let me?"
Quentin and Colin locked eyes on each other.
"Do you trust me?" Colin asked.
"I trust you," Quentin replied.
"I need you so bad. Turn over."
Quentin complied, rolling himself over under the covers. His cock, leaking pre-cum, would leave its mark on the bed sheets.
Colin began to run his hands over his friend's body. He concentrated on the buttocks and the inner thighs. He pressed and kneaded. Without stopping, Colin slipped his head under the covers and added his tongue to his massage efforts. He licked Quentin's buttocks, nipping lightly with his teeth here and there. He gradually shifted his position so that his face hovered over Quentin's ass-crack; he used his hands to spread the butt-cheeks wide open. He pressed his tongue into the fissure, touching the little bud in his friend's ass.
Quentin quivered and sighed. He had never been touched there by anyone, not even Loose Lorena, the town slut with whom he'd shared some memorably dirty encounters.
