A gay sex story: The Learning Curve Ch. 02
The next morning – the morning after first meeting Peter, I awoke in my bed. I lay there a while thinking about what had happened the day before. I didn’t feel entirely comfortable with myself; it had all felt so good at the time but now I was having worries. ‘Does this mean that I am gay?’ ‘What if he tells people what had happened?’ I knew he wouldn’t, but my worries still occupied my mind for the rest of that morning.
I distracted myself by looking through the project Peter had given me – it wasn’t just a scheme to get into my pants, he did actually take in interest in this stuff. It helped pass the time but by mid afternoon however, any thoughts of doing some work had totally gone from my mind. All I could think about was what had happened and what might happen in the future.
I went upstairs to my dingy bedroom and sat on the bed. My mind was racing with thoughts about what had happened yesterday, how great it had been and how dirty it had made me feel. I knew I would have to have it again, despite the doubts in my head.
My student house mates began noisily messing around in the kitchen so I decided to go for a walk. As I slipped out the door, I knew I would end up accidentally passing by Peter’s house but, still, I didn’t like to let on to myself that things were that simple. I wanted to savour the sex, for it always to be special.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later I happened to be walking down Peter’s street. It was another blistering hot summer’s day. Each step closer to his house I got, I became more and more excited. I could barely keep my excitement hidden, so hurried along hoping to get to the hot sex as soon as possible.
As I approached the house, I could see a black sedan car parked up outside. As I got closer I could see that there was a man sat in the driver’s seat. My excitement turned to apprehension. I approached nervously, gradually getting a better look at the man in the car. He had mid-length black hair, a moustache and was wearing a pair of those 80’s raybans sunglasses. He was reading a newspaper but kept stopping to look around toward the front of Peter’s house.
I stopped my approach and wondered what to do. ‘Perhaps he’s inside with someone else?’ I wasn’t sure whether to proceed. Wild thoughts about the ‘gay mafia’ sprang into my head, but my more rational judgement sensed that it would be ok. I walked up to Peter’s house, pretending to ignore the car parked outside. I didn’t look behind me, just went straight up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
To my surprise, it was a woman who opened the door. She looked about mid-40s, quite tall with auburn hair in an immaculately neat ‘bob’ style, wearing a peach summer dress. She seemed as surprised to see me, as I was to see her.
‘Oh!’ She exclaimed.
“Oh…Hi, I’m err…I’m here to see…”
“It’s alright Suzie, he’s a friend of mine.” Said Peter, stepping up behind her.
She stepped aside to let me enter the house. Peter smiled at me and guided me in to the house with his hand on my shoulder.
“…I see.” Said the woman in a slightly sarcastic tone, looking me up and down.
“Suzie this is Chris, Chris this is Suzie.” Peter introduced us hurriedly. She flashed me a functional smile. He turned to me privately and quietly asked if I would go upstairs and wait in the front bedroom. He said she wouldn’t be staying much longer and he would explain everything shortly. I agreed: the woman seemed like a bit of a sourpuss. I went upstairs, curious to see more of his house.
I entered the front bedroom and looked out the window at the car parked in front. The man in the Black Sedan was still there, still reading the newspaper. I sat down on Peter’s large double bed and wondered what was going on and who these people were. I took a look round his room. It was very clean and tidy, although plainly decorated. My earlier apprehension dissipated as I waited for the woman to leave: Once she had gone we would be alone together. I considered surprising him – maybe stripping off all my clothes and lying naked on the bed ready for him.
Before I could do anything, I heard the sound of the front door opening. I looked out the window and could see the woman in the peach dress walking down the drive. She got into the sedan car; the man in it put down his newspaper, started the car and drove off. Peter came into the bedroom.
“Sorry about that.” He said. “That was my ex-wife – Suzie. She just had to stop by to speak to me: my eldest daughter is getting married soon and we had to go over a few things for the wedding.”
“I see…and who was the guy in the car?”
“That is her new husband. He, err, he doesn’t like to come in the house for…various reasons.”
“He doesn’t like Suzie talking to her former husband?” I asked.
“Not specifically that. Some people are still intolerant to other peoples’ lifestyles.” Peter said.
“Oh, Ok…” I said, wondering if what he meant was what I was thinking. “Congratulations to your daughter by the way.”
“Thanks. Anyway. It’s great to see you again!” He said enthusiastically. I smiled shyly but was pleased he had said so. There was a moment of silence between us. I knew why I had come back, and I suspected so did he, but we both seemed a little shy about starting proceedings. He broke the silence: “Gee! It’s a pretty hot day again, why don’t we go and sit down and have a beer or something?”
I flashed a smile and let him lead the way back downstairs and into the lounge. As I sat down Peter scurried into the kitchen. In a flash he was back with an open bottle of beer. He handed it to me;
“Here, drink up.” He said. I could sense a hint of nervousness in his voice. He sat down on the chair opposite. “Did you get a chance to look through that project…”.
“Umm, why don’t…” I broke him off. “Why don’t you show me round the house. I don’t really feel like drinking to be honest. Your bedroom was nice, lets go back there. Take a close look at your bed?” I asked nervously. Peter looked at me intensely for the first time since my arrival. He nodded. I could tell he had caught on to my hint and was working out a course of action. I was relieved and hoped I wouldn’t have to offer any further hints along the way. He took a long swig of beer and rose from the chair.
“Come on upstairs then.” He said pointing in the general direction. I went ahead as we climbed the stairs. I could feel his eyes burning into me from behind. Part of me hoped I wouldn’t make it to the top of the stairs with my pants on. “That there on the left, is the bathroom.” He said in his tour voice.
My heart sank a little: I hadn’t expected a real tour of the house. Peter held open the door and showed me inside. As I moved past him, I deliberately brushed my ass against his crotch. Suddenly he grabbed my arm tightly. I felt a surge of adrenaline. “You…you came back for sex didn’t you?” I looked up at him and nodded slowly. He smiled. “Ok, then. Why don’t we take a shower together.”
“Sure.” I answered. He let go. I moved into the centre of the room. Impatiently, I pulled off my shirt, trousers, shoes, socks – everything, flinging them onto the floor. I could see Peter watching me and could feel the intensity of his arousal growing. Teasingly, I turned my back to Peter and bent my naked body right over pretending to tidy the pile of clothes on the floor. I wanted to push his desire over the edge. Have him surge forward and grab my slim waist firmly. Impatiently shoving himself up into me and fucking me hard then and there. I wanted it bad.