Stories : So Very Close

In the fall of 1980, I was busy as all get out — I had my first home, I was in college struggling towards a degree and working 30 hours or more a week.  To say time was a luxury would be accurate.

Oh something else happened in September of 1980 — I was no longer a virgin.  I had a boyfriend.  I shall call him Mac for the purposes of this story.  Mac had just turned 18 (I was 21), I had known him since he was 16 — and had watched him mature.  Mac at 18, was six foot even, with a very lean build, a well formed arse (he loved to play racket ball!), a mostly hairless torso — with a nice ‘happy trail’, a gorgeous smile, and brown/gold eyes topped off with a mop of straight light brown hair that had a tendency to fall over his eyes.  He was one handsome young man.  While I had watched him mature — it was strictly hands off as I did not want to risk legal entanglements with an underage minor.

The first time we had sex happened after I had invited him over for pizza and one thing led to another and we ended up sitting very close to each other on the floor looking at the fish in a 55 gallon aquarium.  As our knees touched I noted the bulge in his shorts and was actually bold enough to ask him, if he wanted to play.  His response of “hell yes!”  was nice to hear!  He climaxed in seconds, but the second time was much better — as was the third.  I think he may have managed  fourth go around if he had not noticed what time it was.  He was one very horny guy!

That night was followed by countless tristes over the next 5 years.  We had sex in the shower at my house, his parent’s shower, both our cars and so many other places it is tough to recall all of them.  By far the most erotic and dangerous was in his parent’s shower when I sucked him off twice in less than 10 minutes.  Playing with his balls or fingering his ass drove him wild while he was being sucked.

Mac also contributed to me skipping my Tuesday morning class as often as I could, as I knew that he slept in late, and the front door was unlocked.  He was always home alone.  Seeing him sleeping in his bed and then reaching under the covers to fondle him was very erotic.  More often than not –he was hard as a rock when I reached under the covers.  Mac was always ready to go.  It was always a happy good morning for both of us.

Mac was bisexual — whenever he could not get anything off his girlfriend he would come to see me.  Sometimes it was in the middle of the afternoon on a weekend, other times it was near midnight on a weekday.  Either way I was just happy to see him — and he was obviously happy to see me.  Mac tended to be more of a top, but loved to be sucked off to a climax…..and oh could he cum — in fountains of white jis.  I ended up giving Mac a key to the house — and he was often there watching porn awaiting my arrival home.  I can still clearly see him in my mind’s eye splayed out on the sofa watching porn while playing with his sizable basket.  Now that was a sight to behold.  Sadly since this happened long before the era of digital cameras — I have not a single picture of him.

Back to the reason for this tale.  In the early Spring of 1981 my Mother and Aunt decided to come visit me for the weekend.  It was a four hour drive for them, so their arrival was timed to happen about 5:30 on Friday — just about the time I was to arrive home from work.  That afternoon I begged my boss to leave work a little early, so I could get home in time to make sure the house was presentable.  Little did I know what was to occur and how close everything played out.

At a couple of minutes before 5:00 I arrive at my home to see Mac’s very distinctive orange VW parked at the curb.  My heart skipped a beat or two.  There he was on the couch with a very large and needy bulge.  Knowing that my visitors could show up any time had me almost in a panic, but Mac’s ‘problem’ was just too much to ignore.  I quickly dragged him into the back bedroom, stripped him of his clothes and sucked him off while playing with his rather low hanging balls.  But that was not enough — he wanted to fuck.  That was one quick fuck with a lot of lub involved.  He did make a very good top with a sturdy 7.5 inch dick crowned with a mushroom shaped head.  Being young and full of it — he accomplished the second cumming quickly.  With all the stress of what was happening I climaxed violently and fell limp on the bed.  The whole time this is happening I am eyeing the clock.  It was 5:17 when Mac was presentable enough to leave and I shoved him out the door.  In a fog, I buzzed around the house trying to remove the signs and smell of sex that had just happened.  A liberal dose of air freshener helped that a lot.  At 5:21 my visitors arrived.  They had to have passed Mac on the road into my subdivision as there was only one way in!  As I am headed to the door I realize that I had put my shirt on –inside out — before I open the door, quickly I fixed that problem.  After the normal greetings — I was asked “how my day had been?”  My reply of “not dull” was met with a bit of a questioning look but quickly the topic shifted to what was for dinner.  I slowly recovered from all that had just happened. Until….

I am talking to my visitors in the family room and I notice a large white lump on the floor in the hall in front of the bathroom — the direction my guests are going to head.  So much for removing all signs of what had just happened minutes ago!   I quickly sidestepped the two and grabbed the wad of cum saturated kleenex and stuffed it in my back pocket.  I have to admit that my heart raced when I saw the wad on the floor, but the memory of what had just happened made a certain part of me  swell a lot.  Later that night the smell of sex from that same wad of kleenex made me climax strongly as I replayed the events of the day in my mind.

I have not seen Mac in nearly 30 years –but I do know that he has prospered and is married to the same women since the late 1980s.  You never do forget your first love.
Needless to say I never did tell my Mother or Aunt what they had just missed!

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