Quintons Closet Relationship and the Virgins Plea for Intimacy

After our little fuck session, we'd had a nap and, surprisingly, done some homework. Right now, we were down in the TV room. My arse had recovered slightly so I was able to sit. We'd been gaming for a while, and we'd added another game on top of that to keep it sexy. As one of us played, the other had to give him a blowjob. And when he was close to jizzing, he had to say, "stop!" and we switched. We kept edging this way for a shocking 45 minutes before our dicks couldn't keep it in anymore. Our jizz was sort of a semen fountain and it had covered the centre table in a little puddle. Dave had licked it off to keep everything clean. This game sort of became a tradition as the months passed by. Our current record is 2 hours and 11 minutes.

Of course, our in-game performance lowered drastically as the people we were playing online with wondered what was going on. We'd been playing on XBL and Mike was on. He said he was going to come over later that night and so we'd fallen into this discussion about him.

Dave sipped on his cider (we didn't want to get pissed before Mitch even appeared. He was bringing douk) and said, "I don't know... he's one of my closest friends and I feel like I'm being dishonest, like I owe it to him to tell him."

"You don't owe him anything," I tried to say in a reassuring tone, "You should only come out when you're ready."

"I don't know if I am..."

"Well, then don't come out. You should be certain."

Quin looked at me morosely, almost as if blaming me for something. "I was always under the impression that you wanted me to come out."

My brows furrowed. "No, I never said anything like that."

He pulled me into a tight hug so I lay on top of him on the couch. Our faces were only separated by inches and I could feel his breaths. "I know," he said uncertainly, "But I thought you would like that... being in a normal relationship, not a closet one."

"Of course I would like it." I rested my head on his shoulder, my forehead touching the bridge between his neck and jaw. "But I don't mind this. I think closet relationships have a certain risk factor that just makes them all the more fit."

Quin snorted. "Well anyway, I need to lose my virginity to you before Mitch comes."

I looked at him, not at all surprised at the directness of his statement. "What, are we gonna do this now? Here?"

"Nah, I've got someplace more romantic." He let me slide off him and got up, throwing out a hand to help me get up. When I was standing, he went behind me and pressed himself against me, putting both hands on my eyes.

"Hah, remember that time in Graphics?" I asked. I was referring to a time about a year ago, a few days before I officially came out. Quin had done the exact same thing to me in Graphics class and it had made me question his heterosexuality ever since.

"When I did this to you?" He gently moved a leg forward. I picked up on the message and stepped forward as well. It was very awkward, but the upside was that I could feel his limp cock up against my butt. We were both wearing clothes so the feeling was slightly diminished, but it was still there. "I still remember how surprised you were when I pressed my cock up against you. Usually guys just shrug it off and forget it."

"I've always wanted to know what you felt like when I came out like two weeks later."

"Well, I felt like I'd turned you gay by doing it." We both laughed, but it was interrupted when he said, "We're turning left now, going up the stairs."

"You don't have to keep your hands on my eyes the whole time, do you?"

"No, but I just like doing this to people."

I carefully put my foot on a step, then another. Even if I fell, Quin was there to save me. After a minute of slowly climbing the stairs, I sensed that we were in the area known as 'upstairs'. Usually, we always turned left from here to go into Quin's room, but when I made to, he said, "Nuh-uh, we're turning right."

"But isn't that where your parents' bedroom is?"

"It's lucky that they forgot to lock it. Now I can make this as romantic as possible."

I felt a sudden change in the light levels as we entered their bedroom. It seemed to be much darker here, and the air was warm. I could smell hot bathwater and something flowery. He led me into what I was sure was the bathroom. And then he let go off me and took his hands away from my eyes.

The bathroom was coloured by a dingy yellow light on the ceiling, giving the effect that normally chandeliers would. I discovered that this was because you could adjust the brightness of the light. The bathroom was big, as Master Bedrooms' bathrooms usually were. There was a big circular Jacuzzi in the centre, ringed by little candles whose light was distorted by hot steaming water. The Jacuzzi was filled to the brim with it, clear enough so that you could see to the bottom, littered with rosepetals.

"Rosepetals," I uttered, "Seriously?"

"What, don't you like them?"

I looked up at him, a smile coming naturally to my lips. In quite a cheesy way, I through my arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. "I mean, I know this is cliché as fuck, but I love it. I was wondering what you were doing upstairs for half an hour."

"I had a shower as well, just to clean myself up." He winked.

"Well, I guess I'll go get the condoms," I said, heading over to the door. But I was stopped in my steps by my boyfriend.

"Nuh-uh," he sniggered, closing and locking the door behind him, "We're going bareback tonight."

At first I was surprised. My reasoning and logic started to kick in and I remembered all the bad effects of having bareback sex so early. Then the optimist in me reasoned that Quinton had just told me he'd had a shower to 'clean himself up'. And I supposed that bareback sex would be an amazing experience with a virgin asshole. In

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