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Date With Destiny (cheesy title, I know)

First of all, I really enjoy reading your story. It gave the new twist and fresh concept of gay story to this forum. What a great way to embrace the upcoming new year! :=D:(!) I agree with Yummers. I thought about Parker should have picked Josh too, so he could have a revenge back at him. I feel like the whole thing is a big conspiracy and everyone knew about it but poor Parker. Oh well hope my Parker won't get hurt. He sure will learn a lot from this bet! :kiss:
 
Okay, thank you guys so much for all of the reviews. I know that a lot of you think that Parker should have chosen Josh, but at the moment, he wasn't thinking too clearly, plus, he didn't exactly like Josh too much then. lol. Anyways, after this chapter, it heats up a bit, so get ready.

Chapter 3

I drove home that night reeling from what had happened. I had kissed a guy, and it wasn’t as a joke, or as a dare. I was confused, and unsure of what was going on in my life at that time. I wasn’t gay… was I? I liked girls. I dated girls, and I had sex with girls. Why is it that Trey could do what no other guy could do?

I contemplated this all the way home. When I arrived, I knew that my parents were already asleep, and that they wouldn’t hear me come in. We lived in a pretty big house, and their bedroom was on the opposite side of both my bedroom and the garage. I walked up to my room, and crashed onto my bed.

My room was kind of plain, but cool at the same time. There were a few posters of bands that I liked, and a movie poster that I got signed by the leading actor, but other than that, nothing littered the off white walls. My bed was a king sized, and had a brown comforter with a matching bed skirt. My furniture was all wooden, except of course for the leather chairs. I had a computer sitting on my desk, and a stereo system sitting on my dresser. I could probably play it loudly without waking up my parents. Aside from being able to sleep through a parade, they also insulated the walls so that nothing short of a natural disaster could get through.

I looked up at the ceiling, and thought about all that had happened. If my parents found out, they’d freak, and kick me out. I have a cousin that’s gay, but when he came out to the family, my parents started treating him different – not that they ever liked him much anyways, but I noticed it. They were cold whenever he was around, and kept away from him like he was carrying an infectious disease. Eventually, he took his money and ran. Supposedly he got a boyfriend and they moved to Europe, or San Francisco. I can’t remember which one.

I knew that I couldn’t be gay, nor could I let my parents find out about it. If they did, they’d leave me on the streets, living out of a cardboard box. I knew that I wasn’t gay. I liked girls too much to go for a guy. But for some reason, I actually found myself liking Trey. He was just so… I don’t know, innocent maybe. I know that he’s really not, I mean, I’ve heard rumors that he’s definitely had his fair share of girls, but underneath the smart exterior, I can see someone who I could definitely be with. Now if only he came with a vagina and boobs. I laughed to myself as I thought this, and then drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to my alarm clock ringing. I guess I’d forgotten to turn it off yesterday. I sighed, and laid my head back down on the pillows. I had no clue what I was going to do today. My penance was over as far as public appearances with Trey was concerned, and I needed to at least flirt with a girl so that I didn’t fall into the trap I was certain that Josh was laying for me.

On second thought, maybe I would get Trey, and we could go and grab a couple of girls, and have a four way – that way it isn’t cheating, and I get to screw a girl, possibly two. ‘Nah, he’d never go for it,’ I thought to myself, and I got out of bed and took a shower.

After I got dressed, I headed downstairs and called Trey. He answered on the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Um, not much,” he replied, sounding tired. “What time is it?”

“It’s about 10:45. Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”

“Well then, I wont tell you.”

“So, I was thinking, do you want to go out and do something today?”

“Maybe, if you can get over here and pry my ass out of my bed.”

“I’ll wait for you to get up.”

“It’ll be night then.”

I sighed. He was being frustrating on purpose. I knew it, and I knew that he’d just keep going till he got what he wanted. “Okay, what do you want?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“Nothing really, just if you want to go and do something today, you’re going to have to come over here and get me out of my bed,” he replied.

“Is anyone over there?” I asked, hoping that the house was packed and that someone else might do the job.

“Nope,” he answered. “My mom and dad took my brother and sister out to West Palm Beach to go shopping today, so I have the house all to myself.”

“Fine, but if I go over there and get your ass out of bed, you aren’t going to like it.”

“What happens if I drag your ass into bed with me?”

“Well, I know that we definitely aren’t having sex if you do that.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, and I was sure that he was smiling now. “The key’s under the fake rock on the welcome mat.”

“I’ll be over in a few minutes,” I said. Then I hung up the phone, and grabbed my keys. Vaguely I saw the note from my mother that said she and my dad were going to be out for the day.

I arrived at Trey’s house, and walked up the front steps. Sure enough, there was a fake rock on the welcome mat, but how could any burglar not figure out that there was a key under it?

I made my way upstairs, and into Trey’s room. It was surprisingly different from what I expected. While I expected a room kind of similar to mine, his seemed to be from some Victorian or gothic era. The bed frame was metallic and twisting, and the comforter was a dark red, with a black bed skirt. The walls were painted, kind of a silvery white, with a ceiling painted to match the comforter. The furniture was all black, and the curtains were the color of the ceiling.

I looked around for Trey, but he did not seem to be anywhere. I walked over to the bed, and checked to see if I was just missing him, but I wasn’t. Suddenly, I was pushed onto the bed by a surprisingly strong force. I heard laughter, and rolled over to see that Trey had pushed me on the bed.

I smirked and grabbed one of his arms, pulling him on top of me. “I thought you said I’d have to pry your ass out of bed if I wanted to do anything?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he responded, “but I didn’t say that I would still be in bed when you got here.”

I rolled over on top of him, forcing him under me. We looked into each others eyes for the longest time before either one of us did something. He started off slow, but confident. His lips brushed mine gently, his tongue seeming to beg for access which, after a second, I gave him. Our tongues swirled around each other, both fighting for dominance. Eventually, he won out, shortly before flipping me over, so that he was on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around his wiry frame, and wondered how someone so thin could have enough muscle to flip me over. Trey was thin, and I could feel his ribs through his shirt. I broke the kiss long enough to ask, “Dude, do you eat?”

He kissed me more for a few seconds before replying, “Yeah, I just have an amazing metabolism rate.” Then he went back to kissing me some more, but a part of my brain started screaming at me.

I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this, that I was straight. I knew that this would ruin everything for me, and that my parents would kick me out. I also knew that Trey was running his hand under my shirt, and there were something’s I definitely wasn’t ready for.

I gently grabbed his hand and broke the kiss. “Can we take it slow? Please?” I asked. He looked at me understandingly and instead, lay on me, resting his head in the crook of my neck. My hands wrapped around him, and held him close. There was something oddly comforting about him laying there. He was really light, and he felt comfortably warm, which was good, considering his room was so cold. I lay there, listening to his breathing, and feeling his heart beating, and praying that I wouldn’t get an erection.

After a while, he whispered into my ear, “So what do you want for Christmas?” he asked, “and your birthday?”

I paused to think about this for a minute. “Honestly,” I said, “I can’t think of anything. Usually something comes to mind, but right now, all I can think of is you.”

He laughed a bit, and then said, “Well I must be doing something right.” His head was still resting in the crook of my neck, and he started kissing it gently. “Do you know,” he said, in between kisses, “that you’re my first boyfriend?”

I was stunned. I’d caused a straight guy to go gay for me. That was amazing. Wait, was I just the first boyfriend he’d had, or was I the first guy he’d ever done anything with. “So, have you ever fooled around with other guys?” I asked, “or were you completely straight?”

He leaned up a bit to look at me. “I was kind of curious before,” he admitted, “but I’d never acted on it.”

“So I effectively turned you gay?” I asked him, grinning.

“I don’t know about full on gay,” he said, grinning in return, “but I’d definitely go bi for you.”

“Aw, I feel so loved,” I said jokingly, but part of me did feel really good about this.

“What about you?” he asked.

I thought about if before I answered this question. “I’m still not sure,” I said slowly. “I don’t really want to be gay, or bi even, because my parents are so dead set against it. I guess I never really thought about it before.”

“Well,” he said, leaning back down and resting his head on my chest now, “being gay isn’t something you can choose. It’s really who you are. You can repress it, but you won’t be happy while you do. All you can do is what feels right.”

“So do you want to lie here all day, or do you want to go and do something?” I asked after another minute.

“Um, well, since you don’t want to go farther, I guess we can do something.”

A thought entered my head, and I vocalized it. “Okay, so I have an idea of what you can get me for Christmas,” I said.

He leaned up so that his ass was grinding uncomfortably against my dick. “What?” he asked, interested.

“You can let me be the boy when we have sex,” I said, and he laughed.

He leaned back down to my neck, and started kissing it, which made me moan in ecstasy. His kisses were amazing. “You know,” he whispered in my ear, in between kisses. “I might just let you do that on your birthday if you want too.”

“Seriously?” I asked. He couldn’t have been serious. He was a stranger to sex with guys, so why would he let me be the guy in sex?

“Yep,” he stated. “Although, after that, I’m definitely going to be the guy.”

I grimaced at the thought of it, and as I did, he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed for another minute, and every concern was washed from my head. We probably lay there for about another 5 minutes before we both got up and walked out of the house.

As he locked the front door, I told him, “You know, the key under the fake rock thing only works if you have other rocks there.”

“Yeah,” he responded, “but you do you remember which one it is if you’re drunk?”

I thought about this for a second, and it actually made sense, in some weird way.

He saw the look on my face and laughed. “Come on,” he said, “let’s go before you do permanent brain damage to yourself trying to think.”

I put on my best hurt expression and pouted. He tried to ignore it, but I knew it wasn’t working too well.

We got into the corvette, and drove out to the shopping center we were at the previous night.

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So what did you think?
 
seriously you have alot of talent...not is the plot amazing...but your style is incredible...please go on
 
This story is really awesome. You definitly have a talent for writing. You have me hook line and sinker.
 
yeah definitely keep going!! you right extremely well and i'm enthralled. :D
 
great story so far, man!

you write some awesome dialog!
 
thanks for all of the awesome reviews. I'm currently working on the next chapter, so it should hopefully be up soon.
 
Sorry for the double post, but here's chapter 4.

Date With Destiny

AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope you keep enjoying this story.

Chapter 4

A week after I had gone to Trey’s house, I held my annual birthday party. It was December 21st, and since most people waited until after Christmas day to travel, it was the perfect night to host a party. There were probably over 100 people there, but I knew or knew of every single one of them. My party had bouncers because I didn’t want any gate crashers at this party. One year, a couple of drunk guys arrived and they almost ruined the whole thing. Since then, my parents had no qualms with me getting bouncers.

The lights were turned down low, and there were some party lights spinning. The dj was playing some dance remix of What Hurts The Most, and I was dancing with a couple of girls. Everything felt right with the world.

As I danced, I saw Josh talking to Trey, and my heart rate seemed to go up even more than it already was. However I saw that Trey seemed to be keeping a cool face, so I kept dancing with the girls.

“So dude, how are you and Parker doing?” Josh asked Trey over the music. He appeared very interested in the relationship that his friend had been forced into.

“We’re doing good,” replied Trey pleasantly. “How are you and your significant other doing?”

Josh stared for a full three seconds before saying, “Oh, you mean me and Shelby? We’re doing good.” He seemed slightly disturbed and shocked, but was trying to hide it.

“Uh huh,” said Trey, smiling knowingly. “Sure, you and Shelby, right. So have the two of you done anything yet?”

Josh again looked flustered. Apparently he’d been planning on asking Trey this question, and obviously wasn’t used to someone he barely knew asking him these kinds of questions.

“Um, yeah dude,” replied Josh. “We’ve done everything I could possibly think of.”

Trey raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Then Josh’s girlfriend walked over to the two. She was 5’5, thin, and had black hair and blue eyes. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow in the darkness. All she needed were some red contacts and she’d look like a vampire.

“Hi Josh,” she said to him. “I didn’t know you knew Trey.”

“Yeah,” Josh replied quickly. “He’s friends with Parker too.”

“Oh really?” she asked, looking at Trey for confirmation. He nodded and she seemed to accept this. “So how’s the party been for you?”

“Its been pretty good so far,” replied Trey honestly.

She says something more, but Trey doesn’t notice. Instead, he is focusing on Nicole who is beckoning him from over by the stairway.

From the dance floor, I can see Trey getting up and walking over to her. Once again, I’m a little uneasy about Trey talking to her. I guess that part of it is that whole ex/current thing, but part of it is something else. I just don’t know what.

As the night goes by, the dancing picks up. Trey and I were both on the dance floor now. Even though it is December, there are guys with their shirts off because it’s so hot in the house. I knew that soon there would be some annoying call to the police saying to shut down the party sometime soon, but I was determined to keep the party going for as long as possible.

I made my way to the bouncers and told them to keep the amount of people up to 100, and to ID anyone who wasn’t invited to the party before letting them in.

Sure enough, there were cheers outside when the bouncers started letting people in. About a half hour later however, I could hear sirens over the music, and I motioned to the DJ to turn it down. I walked towards the door, and I could see Trey throwing on a T-Shirt and following with Nicole and Josh.

The four of us reached the doorway which was crowded with police officers. “Hi officers, can I help you?” I asked in my most polite voice.

“Yes, you can,” said one of the beefier male officers. “We have received over 10 calls tonight about the noise level of the music at this party, and also about the number of cars parked in front of the house.”

“Alright, I’ll ask everyone who is not currently inside the house to move their cars, and I can also ask the DJ to turn down the volume,” I stated reasonably. Even though it was probably after midnight, I didn’t want the party to end so soon. The parties I threw were always some of the best of the year, and I didn’t want this one to be any different.

“Sorry son,” said another officer, “but we’ve had too many complaints. We are asking you to shut this party down.”

Something told me that I wouldn’t be able to persuade these officers to let it go on for another hour or so, and I gave in and told the DJ to shut everything off. As the lights came back on, I heard the groans of many people outside and inside, but hey, I couldn’t do anything about it. If the cops were going to shut the thing down, its not my fault.

Nicole, Josh, Trey, Shelby, and I all stayed to clean up everything and make sure that there weren’t any leftover guests straying through the house. Finally, we all went through the presents and wrote down who everything came from. My parents didn’t have many rules with parties, but they did require thank you notes, which to me seemed like a waste of time, considering they could be done on a computer, and the signature wouldn’t even be mine, but I suppose it’s the thought that counts, so I do it.

This was the first year Trey and Shelby had ever helped out with this. Apparently the two knew each other, but how they did was beyond me. Nicole and Josh started staying and helping out when they saw how much the place had been trashed a few years ago, and since then, whoever we were dating at the time was almost obligated to help out.

At about 2 o’clock in the morning, we were finished with everything that needed to be done that night, and so Josh, Shelby, and Nicole headed home. Trey was sleeping over at my house tonight, so who knew what was going to happen.

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. He’d already put his stuff in here earlier, so I didn’t have to worry about that. We still weren’t sure what the sleeping arrangements were going to be, but I was sure we could figure it out in time. “So,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“So,” he said, seeming as clueless as I was. I looked at him, and saw that he seemed to be wrestling with something in his mind, but as soon as I looked at him, the argument seemed to end. He walked up to me and pressed his lips to mine, and I quickly let his eager tongue in.

Somehow, we made it to the bed without falling over something, and I wound up underneath him. He kept kissing me, and as he did, he slowly put his hand up under my shirt. This time, I didn’t stop him. Instead, I let him roam wherever he wanted to go.

The kissing became rougher, and more passionate, and I soon found myself gasping for breath, during which time Trey removed my shirt revealing my chest. I have a six pack, which I’m pretty damn proud of. I work hard, and I know that it shows. Sports definitely has its advantages.

After my shirt was discarded, Trey began kissing me again. By now, I’d finally remembered how to move my arms, and my hands were roaming up and down his body. One hand gently squeezed his ass, and I could tell that he was slightly surprised by this, but he recovered quickly.

Thinking back to it now, had Trey had boobs and longer hair, I could almost have mistaken him for a girl – albeit a girl who was possibly the best kisser in the world. We stopped kissing long enough for me to take off his shirt and for him to yank my jeans and boxers off in one quick movement.

Trey’s chest wasn’t as developed as mine. He didn’t have the obvious six pack, but he wasn’t fat at all. He was naturally thin, although I could tell that he worked his abs a little bit. I couldn’t tell whether or not he shaved or was naturally smooth like I was, but I liked the effect.

Soon he was laying on me, his head next to min, kissing my neck, and my hardon was throbbing against his jeans. I knew that he could feel it, because mine was right next to his.

Oh god, he had a hardon. It was all I could do to not throw him off of me right then and there. I wasn’t ready for this. I couldn’t be ready for this.

Somehow, he seemed to sense my anxiety, and moved his head so that he was kissing my lips again. My anxieties lessened slightly, and for a while, we didn’t move. Soon, he began kissing downwards. Once he reached my hardon though, I thought about telling him to just quit… until he took my dick in his hands.

Right then, I probably would have let him do anything. My dick had been begging for release now, but since I knew that we were probably going to do something, I hadn’t done anything. His hand felt so good on my throbbing cock, and I felt that I probably would have cum right then and there.

“I haven’t ever done this before, so tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” said Trey before leaning down, and taking the head of my cock in his mouth.

It felt amazing, like he’d been doing this for years. He slowly took as much of my cock into his mouth as I felt he could, which was about 7 inches of it – not bad for a first time. Then he started using his tongue which sent me straight to heaven. I lost track of time, but right before I shot my load into his mouth, he stopped.

I didn’t open my eyes, because I was waiting for him to resume where he’d left off, but when he didn’t I opened my eyes to see him silently debating over something. He looked worried and a little scared of something.

“Are you alright,” I asked.

He didn’t say anything. Finally, it clicked. I remembered what he’d said about letting me fuck him, and obviously, he was debating over whether or not to do it now. I sat up and took his hands and pulled him back onto my chest so that we were eye to eye. I wrapped my arms around him and saw that he seemed slightly more comfortable.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” I whispered in his ear.

He smiled. “Parker, I’m doing this because I want to,” he said. “And, I promised you that I’d let you top on your birthday, so I’m going to let you.” He sat up, and I undid he jeans. He slowly got off of me, and then pulled them down, revealing the rest of his body.

Trey had some dark pubes for someone with blond hair – maybe it was dyed – and short leg hair. His legs had possibly some of the most developed calf muscles I’ve ever seen, and his dick was… amazing. It wasn’t as big as mine, but it just looked… I don’t know, perfect on him.

This time, I knew what to do. I got up and lay him down on the bed. Then I grabbed some lube and my wallet. “Do you want to do this with condoms?” I asked, thinking that it’d make things feel better for him if he had as much control as possible.

“Do you have any STDs?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Then no, because I don’t have any either.”

I lubed up my fingers, and then rubbed the area around his asshole. He shuddered slightly, but didn’t complain. Then, slowly, I slid a finger inside of him. He was warm and amazingly tight. I looked at Trey’s face, and he had closed his eyes, and was breathing slowly, trying not to cry out. I could tell that he was trying to adjust for me, and he didn’t seem to be doing a bad job of it either. I began sliding my finger in and out, just like I would a girl’s pussy.

Once I finally thought he was ready, I slid in a second finger. His hole tightened a bit around my fingers, and I thought I was ready to cum right then and there, but I resisted the urge, and started finger fucking him again.

Finally, I took out my fingers, and lubed up my dick. Then, I placed the tip at his entrance, and slowly pushed in. I felt Trey’s whole body tense up, and I took his legs and placed them on my shoulders to make it easier for me, and hopefully for him. I started sliding the rest of it in, and eventually, I was in all the way.

I slowly started moving in and out of his tight ass, loving the feeling of it. I heard Trey’s moans growing louder as I kept sliding in, so, encouraged, I picked up the pace a little bit. I saw that he had started jacking his own cock.

I don’t know about him, but I was in heaven. I could tell that he was enjoying it, but I didn’t know how much. I was going hard and fast now and I wasn’t going to last much longer, and from the sounds he was making, neither was he.

“D’you want me to cum in you?” I asked, and he managed to get out a ‘yes’ before I slammed into him again.

A few more times, and I was spewing my load inside his ass. It felt great, almost like I was floating on air. Soon, I heard a loud gasp from Trey and I knew that he was cumming too.

I pulled out of his ass, and let his legs fall before collapsing on him. I felt his warm, sticky cum on my chest, but I really didn’t care that it was there. The whole experience felt right. I looked at his face, and saw that he was looking back at me, smiling. “So, did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“It was a hell of a lot better than I thought it would be,” he responded. Not an answer, or at least it wasn’t in my book.

“So is that a yes or a no?” I asked innocently, before I leaned down and started kissing his neck. He started moaning, and squirming a bit, but I held him still.

“Parker,” he moaned, trying to get out from under me. Apparently he likes to be the one on top. Well, so do I, so he was just going to have to deal, especially since I wasn’t making any allowances for him to trade places. I kept kissing, pretending to be oblivious of his movement.

“Is it a yes or a no?” I asked again, before resuming my assault on his neck, which he seemed to like – a lot.

“Yes,” he admitted, and I loosened my hold on him. Surprisingly, he didn’t change the position. All he wanted to do was kiss me, and I was only too happy to oblige him.

We lay there for roughly half an hour before he asked, “Do you want to take a shower?”

I smiled and got off of him. By now the cum had dried and was actually slightly uncomfortable, which was probably why he’d suggested it.

My bathroom was connected to my bedroom so there was no need to worry about getting dressed. The shower inside of my bathroom was custom made, and was definitely big enough for the two of us, should we actually want separate space.

Throughout the whole experience, we soaped each other up, but neither of us truly wanted to do anything, because we were both tired. By now it was 4 o’clock in the morning, and we were exhausted.

After the shower, we dried off, and got dressed – we both only wore boxers to bed. I locked the door on our way back, and then we both got into my king sized bed. I still remember the way we were that night before we drifted off to sleep. Trey was in my arms, sound asleep. He looked peaceful and innocent then, and his hair felt silky smooth – something mine never did. My hair is thick and kind of curly, but his was straight, and it splayed out on the pillow. Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up later that day, and it was about 11 in the morning. My curtains were drawn so that the sun wouldn’t get through easily, but I could see a crack in them that showed the brightness of the sun. I reached over and grabbed a remote off of my bedside table.

One of the perks of being rich was having stupid gadgets that did what anyone could do by hand, and this was the only one I had in my room. I pressed the button, and the curtains to my window slid open revealing the sun. My eyes got used to the blinding glare, and after they did, I looked over at Trey who was still sleeping. ‘So much for that subtle hint’ I thought to myself. I untangled my arms from him and sat up. Then I gently moved his shoulder, trying to wake up.

“Parker,” he groaned, trying to make me stop. I grinned and then quickly pulled him into my lap so that he was almost sitting, facing me.

“Time to rise and shine,” I said softly.

“You obviously have a death wish,” he mumbled, still not opening his eyes. He then leaned his head forward and rested it on my shoulder. “It’s not even that late in the morning yet.”

I laughed a bit before saying, “Dude, the sun is up, meaning its late in the morning.”

“No its not,” he said sleepily. “The suns just playing tricks to be an ass.”

“Come on,” I said, half teasing. “Please get up?”

He started growling, his head still not moving from my shoulder. When he growled, I have to say, I got hard right then and there. Normally that thing isn’t a turn on, but the way he did it almost vibrated my shoulder.

“Do you want to have sex then?” I asked jokingly.

“Only if you’re giving,” he responded.

I thought about this. To be completely honest, I knew that I wasn’t ready then, and I didn’t really want to make this morning the first time to get fucked. Instead, I said, “Well, that’s fine then, I’ll carry you out of bed, and maybe I’ll go for a morning swim in the pool.

One eye opened and he said, “I’m hoping that you’re putting me on a couch somewhere before you do that.”

I laughed, and he groaned. I truth, if this didn’t get him up, I might just follow through with my threat, but I didn’t really want too. After all, last night had been amazing sex, and I didn’t really want that to stop. I did however get out of bed and scoop him up into my arms, making him think I was serious.

To my surprise however, he put his arms around my neck and said, “I highly doubt you’re going swimming in your boxers.

He was right, so I headed towards the bathroom instead and sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi tub with him. I used one hand to turn on the water, and then after it was set, I started kissing him.

I think that was one of the few times where I had initiated the kisses. Normally it was him, but I guess I was becoming more comfortable with our relationship. Once the water had gotten to the height I wanted it at, I turned it off. With Great difficulty, I slipped off my boxers with one hand. Trey watched looked at me in amusement, perfectly aware of what I was trying to do.

“Are you going to help yourself?” I asked. “Or am I going to have to do it?” I kind of hoped that he’d do it himself, yet some part of me secretly hoped that he wouldn’t.

He grinned and said, “I’d rather you do it.”

His arms still around my neck, I pulled his boxers off, and then got into the large bathtub with him.

It was really comfortable with him laying against my stomach in the warm water. I could tell that he was thinking about something, but I wasn’t quite sure what. “Contemplating going back to sleep?” I asked.

“No,” he answered. “I was thinking how this tub only need to be a few feet deeper and then we could have really good sex in here.”

I laughed. It would be the thing he’d say to get me off track, and it worked. “So where else do you picture us having sex?” I asked him, curious to know the answer.

“Oh, the usual places,” he responded. “My room, your pool, the hood of your car, the -”

I interrupted him. “You want to have sex on the hood of my car?”

He looked at me, his eyes meeting mine. “Yeah,” he said, “why not? I actually thought it was hot when you kissed me there.”

I thought about it, and it made sense. It had been pretty hot when we’d kissed there and I was trying to get back my keys and wallet. “Maybe someday,” I said.

“Is that a promise?” he asked me. One look into his eyes, and I melted right then and there.

“Yeah,” I replied softly, “it’s a promise.”

After a few minutes of resting, he looked at me again and asked me, “So, what do you want to do?”

I caught the suggestive meaning behind his words, and then said, “You know, maybe the tub can be a really good site for sex even though it isn’t as deep as you’d like it to be.”

He laughed, and leaned backwards underwater, pulling me with him. While we were there, we kissed. It was strangely magical.

We surfaced about 30 seconds later, and when he’d breathed, he said, “Ready for round two?”

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So, what did you think?
 
Amazing story. I can't wait to see where this goes from here. You do have the writing skills.
 
great story. the plot is something rather original and just so cute. its the best fic i've read in a while. so, just a guess, was that guy in the theater josh by any chance?
 
It's getting better and better each chapter. I think this relationship is working better than Josh might imagine. Don't keep us waiting too long for the next chapter.

Craiger
 
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