# Chapter 1
I looked at my watch as I stood at the elevator bank with my laptop bag. It was only 6:30 PM. That was pretty good. Lately it seemed I've been working later and later.
My name is Mike Andrews. I'm twenty-two years old and this is my first job out of college. I'm a corporate app developer for one of the bigger businesses in our small town. My boss is a complete jerk and seems to always dump the crap jobs on me. I also seem to get more than my fair share of support tickets. Maybe because he doesn't like me. Maybe because I'm the low man on the totem pole. Either way, it sucks.
I let out a tired sigh as I entered the lobby and walked into the parking deck. When I got in my car, I tossed my bag onto the passenger seat. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned it. As soon as the engine started up, it shut off. *Damn*. I tried it again and it did the same thing. *Shit*. The third time it didn't even turn on. *Fuck*!
My car was ten years old. The repairs had been getting more and more expensive. I knew I really should have looked into buying a new one, but it's nice to not have a car payment.
I grabbed my laptop bag and headed back upstairs to my cubicle. I pulled out a phone book and called some local auto shops. The first four places I called were closed. The next one was still open, but their tow truck was out and wouldn't get to me before they closed at 7. Midtown Auto was next on the list. As the phone rang, I prayed they were still open.
"Midtown Auto. Mac speaking," a gruff voice answered.
I explained to Mac what was wrong. He listened patiently before explaining they closed at 7:00. I glanced at my watch. It was now 6:50. After a moment of silence, he sighed and asked where I was. I gave him the directions and told him where my car was.
"Yeah, I know where that it is. It's not too far. I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."
I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag and headed back down to my car. I loosened my tie and popped my top shirt button and leaned against the car and waited. It was hot as hell in the parking deck, but seeing that it was the beginning of July, I wasn't surprised. When I saw the tow truck pull up about ten minutes later, I waved him down.
A tall, well-built man got out of the truck and walked over to me. He was slightly older than me, perhaps mid to late twenties or so. He must have been at least 6'4", maybe 6'5". He had short dark auburn brown hair and a full biker-style horseshoe mustache. He was wearing dark blue coveralls with the Midtown Auto patch on the left breast and the other had a rectangular name patch that had "Mac" embroidered on it. His coveralls showed off a body built like a superhero: broad shoulders and narrow waist.
As he moved closer, I saw he had beautiful deep blue eyes.
He pulled off his right glove and held his hand out to me.
"I'm Mac," he said in a deep, gruff voice.
"Mike," I said as I shook his hand.
I noted as he held out his hand to me, his sleeve rode up and I could see his exposed arm was fully covered in tattoos. As I held his hand, a warmness spread up my arm, into my body and down to my groin. My pulse quickened and I instantly grew nervous. I didn't know this guy. If he thought I was coming on to him, he could easily beat my ass.
"Thanks for coming out," I said again after I let go of his hand and cleared my throat.
"No problem," he answered quickly, as if it was an automatic response.
He looked me up and down, looked me in the eye for a second, then turned to get my car on the tow truck.
I moved out of his way and watched him. I wondered if that look meant he was checking me out. Not that I was interested, of course. I liked jocks; clean cut guys. Of course, that didn't mean they were necessarily interested in me. I was a short, lean guy at only 5'8" tall. I had short black hair and brown eyes and wore glasses. I was a computer programmer. Everything about me screamed 'nerd'.
I had been a total virgin until my second year of college. A senior who was the assistant director of my residence hall seduced me after we came back from winter break. Because of my parents's vacation schedule, I had come back a couple of days earlier than the rest of the students. That "relationship" consisted of us meeting in secret for oral sex and it ended at the end of the year when he graduated.
I had two brief flings my junior year that didn't go beyond me blowing them a couple of times. It was in my senior year I had a disastrous encounter at a frat party. I lost my virginity that night and I hadn't been with anyone since.
"Ready?" Mac asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I looked up and saw he had loaded the truck and was ready to go.
"Oh. Yeah," I said, picking up my computer bag.
Mac opened the passenger door of the truck for me and I climbed in. He shut the door when I got settled and moved around the front of the truck to pull himself into the driver's seat.
"You been having problems with your car lately?" Mac asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the shop.
"It's been okay, I guess. Until today."
"I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is. It shouldn't be too expensive."
"Thanks. That's a relief."
"So you work at GCI? What do you do there?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"Um, I'm a developer."
"Like computer apps?"
"Smart *and* cute. Nice."
I smiled nervously and blushed at his compliment. I adjusted my glasses and tried to look forward. Mac glanced over at me and chuckled to himself.
When we pulled into the shop, Mac pulled the truck around to the garage bays. He stopped the truck and signaled me to get out. I waited for Mac to unload my car and he easily maneuvered it and got it inside the garage bay. He popped the hood and looked at it for a few seconds.
"You need a new serpentine belt. Let me check your computer as well."
"So how do you like working at GCI?" Mac asked as he pulled out and hooked up a small machine to my car.
"We get a bit of business from you guys over there. This big guy — loud, bad hair like Donald Trump — was just in last week," Mac chuckled.
"Yeah... That's my boss."
"Your boss is kind of an asshole."
"You don't have to tell me. I spend every weekday with him."
We both laughed a bit. Mac read the codes from the reader. "No problems here. I can do the belt for 75 bucks, plus 25 for the tow."
I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't expect it to be that cheap.
"It's a fairly quick job on this model, but I'm pretty sure I'm out of stock on that belt. Let me check."
Mac disappeared in the back and returned few minutes later.
"I have 'em in tomorrow morning's shipment. I'll have it ready for you by the end of the day."
"Okay. That sounds really great. And thank you again for coming out. I know you closed an hour ago, and I really do appreciate it."
"It's no problem. You know Mike, you don't seem as stuffy as the other guys you work with."
"Thanks, I guess," I said with a smile. "Um, do you have a phone book I could borrow? I need to call a cab."
"I can drop you off at home. Where do you live?"
"Oh, no, that's okay. I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have."
"If it was trouble, I wouldn't have offered."
"Well... okay, I guess. I live in the apartments near Grant and 8th."
"That's not too far. Let me wash up real quick and we can head out."
Mac walked into the employee bathroom and came out a few minutes later wiping his hands on a towel. His face and hands were nice and clean. He walked to the office in the back, which had glass windows that overlooked the garage. I watched as he unzipped and pulled off his coveralls. Underneath he was wearing jeans and a white wife-beater tank top. Every inch of both of his arms were fully covered in tattoos. His arms were big and beefy as was his chest. I could see curly auburn hair peeking over the top of the tank top. Man, he had a great body. He grabbed a blue button down shirt off the back of the door and hung up the coveralls. His eyes caught mine and I quickly looked away. He pulled out his keys and shut the office door behind him.
"Ready?" he asked as he slipped the shirt on over his tank top. He left it unbuttoned.
I nodded and he locked up and turned on the alarm. We walked around to the back of the building. My eyes widened as we walked towards an enormous white Ford F150 4x4 pickup truck raised with a suspension lift. The door had a magnetic sign advertising Midtown Auto with his name, the address and phone number.
"Wow," I said with wonder. "Your truck is huge."
Mac chuckled. "Yeah. We install a lot of lift kits here. It's good for advertising. Plus, I'm a big guy. I need lots of room."
I smiled and climbed up into the passenger seat of the pickup truck. He started the truck and it rumbled as we pulled out of the parking lot. I was looking out the window thinking about how different it was to be so high up compared to my little car.
"Fuck, I'm starving," he said. "I was gonna grab a pizza and a beer for dinner. You wanna join me?" Mac asked.
I was really hungry. It wouldn't hurt to eat dinner with him. It'd give me an opportunity to thank him for helping me out even after the shop closed.
"Uh, well, sure. Why not?"
Mac turned and we headed over to Vinny's. We were seated in a booth and Mac ordered a mug of beer and I got a Coke. We compared what toppings we liked and ended up ordering a large Hawaiian pizza. That was my favorite, and I was surprised that it was also Mac's favorite. Most people I know really don't like the pineapple on pizza.
"I saw on your truck door that your name is Mac MacDonald. Is that really your name?" I asked.
"It's really Andrew MacDonald. My family calls me Andy. Everyone else calls me Mac."
Mac was really easy to talk to. He looked like a rough and scary guy, but he was actually really nice. He had a good sense of humor and made me laugh. I could also tell he was really smart. I felt a little guilty about pre-judging him based on his looks. We even talked about that a bit. He said most people looked at him and thought he did drugs or was a pothead. He said he'd never done drugs of any kind, but admitted to a weakness for cigars and scotch, plus the occasional beer with dinner.
He was telling me about my boss coming in last week and being a total asshole. I laughed throughout his story. He had me practically in tears. When he was done telling the story, he had a slight smirk on his face and he was staring into my eyes. He licked his bottom lip and then took a drink of his beer.
I felt my dick plump up and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
We talked about the shop and how much he loved owning his own business, and how fulfilling it was since working on cars, trucks and motorcycles was something he loved. I told him how impressed I was since he was so young. I learned he was 26, four years older than me, and both of us had May birthdays.
I complained about my job and how miserable my boss made me.
"It's a shame you're not doing something you love."
"Well, I love being a developer... solving problems and being creative. It's just all the other stuff... the office politics, my boss. But it pays the bills."
"Speaking of, why are you driving that clunker? I'd think you could afford a better car."
"Yeah, I suppose. It's nice not having a car payment, though. It's allowed me to save quite a bit of money. Plus, I hate car salesmen. I feel like they're taking advantage of me and I'm getting cheated."
"You need someone who knows about cars to go with you. If you ever need a hand, let me know. I'll help you out."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I'd think you'd want me to keep my old car so you can keep fixing it," I said with a smile.
Mac shrugged. "I don't own that kind of shop."
"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you cheat your customers or anything like that."
"I didn't think you did, Mike. But if your car keeps you coming back to my shop, I sure wouldn't mind that."
I blushed a bit at his obvious flirting and gave him a bashful smile.
When we were finished eating and the conversation died down, I wanted to pick up the bill, but he would not hear it, and we ended up splitting it. When Mac pulled into my apartment complex, I directed him to my building and he parked the truck in front.
"Thanks for the ride, Mac," I told him. "And for dinner."
"No problem, Mike. I had a good time tonight. Thanks for keeping me company. I'll call you tomorrow when your car is ready."
I shook Mac's hand and he held onto it for a couple seconds longer than a handshake. He smiled at me and I climbed out of the truck and headed inside.
As I lay in bed, I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. I kept seeing Mac's shirtless body in my head and my penis was throbbing. I sighed and laid flat on my back. I slipped my underwear off and grabbed a hold of my dick. I wasn't hung very big or thick. Five inches was being generous. I gripped it and quickly jerked it and spurted my load onto my chest and stomach. I cleaned up with my briefs and finally was able to fall asleep.
# Chapter 2
When I got up the next morning, I planned on taking the bus to work, but I was running late, so I took a cab. At least it was Friday. If I could get through the day without my boss dumping extra crap on my desk, I could maybe get out on time for once.
That afternoon Mac called and said my car was ready. I told him I'd be over as soon as I got out of work.
He called back around 5:15 and offered to bring the car by. I agreed since I would be pushing to get there before closing time. At 5:30, I went downstairs and met Mac in the parking garage. He was driving my car and one of his employees followed in a pickup truck. After he parked in an empty spot, he climbed out and shook my hand. I gave Mac the $100 in cash and he wrote out a receipt.
"No tie today?" he asked as he handed me the receipt and my keys.
I looked at him with confusion for a second before I figured out what he was asking. Today I was wearing a short-sleeve button down shirt instead of my usual long sleeve shirt and tie.
"Oh, it's 'casual Friday'," I said.
Mac nodded. He looked uncomfortable for a second, shifting from one foot to the other. "So, you got any plans for tonight?"
My mouth went dry. He was asking me out. "No, not really."
"You maybe wanna grab dinner?"
"Sure," I said without hesitating.
I reminded Mac where I lived and gave him the apartment number. He said he'd pick me up around 7:30. He got in the idling truck and waved as they pulled out of the parking deck.
After returning to my desk, I figured that I wouldn't get anything else done. I shut my PC down and packed up for the night.
I drove home and took a quick nap on the couch. I wanted to be fresh and alert for Mac. When I woke, I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I changed into jeans and a white Polo shirt and pulled on a pair of Chucks.
When Mac knocked on the door, I took a deep breath and opened the door to let the man in. He was wearing a fresh change of clothes, looking very handsome. He wore faded but clean blue jeans and black biker boots, a clean white tank top with an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt over it.
As he walked in, I caught his scent, an intoxicating combination of cologne and his natural smell. He looked me up and down and smiled and nodded approvingly, causing me to blush slightly. I showed him around my tiny one bedroom apartment which took about a minute.
Mac drove us to one of his favorite restaurants. Dinner was great and Mac's company was even better. I wouldn't have given Mac a second glance before this week, but sitting across from him tonight, I found myself very much attracted to him. He was everything I liked in a guy. He was smart and funny, tall and muscular. He was good looking, but when he smiled or laughed, God was he ever handsome.
As we talked, I couldn't help but stare at his mouth... nice straight white teeth, wet lips, framed with that horseshoe mustache. When I first saw him, I thought it looked outdated like something from a 70's porn video, but it really did fit his style and I found it really sexy. He owned his own shop and seemed to be doing very well and he loved it. What wasn't to like about the man?
From the looks he gave me throughout dinner, it seemed like he was attracted to me as well. But I wasn't sure if he really liked *me* or just wanted to get laid. I was obviously hoping that he was interested in more than just sex.
After dinner, we walked down to a coffee shop down on the corner and continued to talk for a while longer while sipping coffee. When Mac finally drove me home, he parked in front of my apartment building and turned off the truck. I didn't want the night to be over.
"I had a really good time tonight, Mac," I said quietly.
"Me too, Mike."
I looked at Mac and he looked at me. I smiled nervously and undid my seat belt to get out of the truck. Then Mac put his hand on the back of my neck and leaned into me. He lightly brushed my lips with his. I pushed into him and kissed back. It was long, sensual, open mouthed kissing. It was an amazing.
My body was warm with pleasure and my dick throbbed inside my underwear. When Mac pulled away, I sighed and opened my eyes to see him staring me in the eyes.
"Can I come up?" he whispered hoarsely.
I nodded. Mac grabbed a backpack from the backseat. We got out of the truck and he followed me up to my apartment. As soon we were in the door, he tossed his bag on the couch, bolted the door shut and grabbed me. Pushing me against the closed door, he kissed me hard. When I felt his tongue flick across my lips, I opened my mouth and allowed it entry. I moaned softly as our tongues touched and slid along each other.
I was panting when we finally broke the kiss.
"Fuck, Mike," he whispered. "You're a great kisser. And so fucking cute."
I couldn't help the blush that crept up my cheeks. "Thanks.... Do you really think I'm cute?"
I wasn't fishing for compliments, but I was well aware of how nerdy I looked.
"Hell, yeah. You're fucking adorable. I just love a smart little dude in glasses."
"Wow. No one's ever said anything like that to me before."
"Really? I can't believe that."
I just shrugged. "I can't believe you want me... You've got a really hot body... Plus you're smart and funny. I like that."
Mac smiled. "Thanks, Mike."
I kicked off my shoes and left them by the door. Mac bent down and took off his boots and set them down next to my shoes.
Taking Mac's hand, I led him to my bedroom. I pushed the door closed and Mac turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"I want to see you," he whispered.
His hands moved under my shirt and he pulled the shirt tails out. He unbuttoned my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. After he pulled my undershirt off, he then unbuttoned my khakis and pushed them down, leaving me standing there in my socks and a pair of black briefs.
"Nice," he whispered as he ran his hands up and down my body.
I stepped out of my pants and kicked them to the side. It was my turn to undress him.
I slid his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. I pulled up his tank top undershirt and he bent slightly so I could pull it over his head. Looking into his eyes, I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his Levis. I grabbed the waist of his jeans and pushed them down. The weight of his belt dropped them the rest of the way, until they pooled around his ankles. I knelt down and helped him step out of his jeans and then lifted each foot to pull his socks off.
I stood up and let my roam his nearly naked body. "Oh, wow..."
Mac's body was amazing. He had wide shoulders and a beefy, muscular chest. His chest and stomach were covered in curly auburn brown hair, thickest in the middle of his chest. His stomach was flat. His legs and arms were big and strong. I ran my hands up and down his tattooed arms, then up onto his shoulders and into his furry chest, down to his stomach. His boxer shorts were tented with a large bulge laying towards his left thigh.
When I looked up into his face, he had his eyes closed and his head back, enjoying my hands on his body. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.
I sat down on the bed and pulled my socks off and threw them on top of the pile of clothes. I swallowed nervously and scooted back onto the bed. Mac climbed onto the bed in front of me and we laid down together on our sides facing each other.
I put my hand on his face and traced his mustache with my index finger and ran it across his bottom lip. He suddenly nipped at my finger and I jumped in surprise, making us both laugh.
We leaned into each other and kissed deeply and sensually. I rubbed my hands along his hairy body and he flicked my nipples with his fingers. He ended the kiss and pressed his lips along my chin and across my jaw. His tongue flicked my ear lobe and then ran down my neck. He clamped his mouth on the base of my neck and sucked the skin in hard. His tongue licked and his teeth nipped and I whimpered as my body shuddered in pleasure. My fingers dug into his skin, pulling him closer, silently begging for him to keep going.
"Mikey, you are so fucking hot," Mac growled against my neck.
Mac pulled back long enough to take my glasses off and set them on the nightstand.
He pushed me onto my back and his head moved to my chest, his tongue flicking across my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned. His hand glided down my body and rubbed my dick over top of my briefs. I moaned louder, writhing on the bed. He slipped his hand into my briefs and lightly ran his fingers along my shaft.
He lifted his head up and pulled my briefs off. My dick snapped up against my belly, harder than I could ever remember it being. The head was red, glistening with precome. Mac wrapped his fist around it and it all but disappeared in his mighty fist.
I blushed beet red, feeling inadequate once again. "Sorry... it's not very big," I whispered.
Mac looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. "It's the perfect size for a little guy like you."
Mac kissed me again, then moved his head down my body. I gasped when his tongue swirled around the head of my dick. When he took me into his mouth, I moaned loudly, pushing my hips off the mattress. His mouth was warm and soft and his tongue flicked around the shaft as he gently sucked. He locked his lips around the shaft and slid his mouth down to the root and slowly bobbed up and down.
I was moaning desperately as Mac worked to get me off. "Oh, Mac..."
He pulled off my dick and looked up at me. His lips were wet and he looked so freaking sexy I almost came right then. "*Andy*. Call me Andy."
I closed my eyes and whispered his name, "Andy..."
Mac went back down on my penis and I felt the pressure building up quickly. "Andy, I'm close. I'm gonna come."
Mac increased the speed and suction. My body shuddered and tensed, my legs stretched and my toes curled. Those inner muscles contracted and I exploded.
"Andy, I'm coming! Oh! Andy!"
As my back arched, I spurted into his mouth. He stopped bobbing and gently squeezed the shaft with his hand, milking any remaining drops out of me while his tongue flicked lazily around the head and shaft.
I collapsed back onto the bed panting desperately. Mac moved up and laid on his side next to me. He ran his arm up and down my chest and he had a smuggest of grins on his face.
Taking in a deep breath, I tried to calm my racing heart and heaving chest. "Andy... that was the most amazing thing I ever felt."
I turned on my side and grabbed Mac, kissing him with passion. Using my momentum, I pushed him onto his back, leaned over him and tugged his boxers off. I gasped when I saw it flop up and lay against his stomach.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
Mac's penis was fully erect and it was huge. It was long and thick. Mac was uncircumcised and about half of the head of his dick was exposed. The head was a bright red and glistened with precome. The shaft was smooth except for a vein that ran along the top. He had a nice thick, furry pubic bush. It jerked upwards, as if begging me to touch it.
"You're so big," I said as I wrapped my hand around it. It was so thick I couldn't come close to touching my thumb and index finger together. "Geez. How big is it?" I wondered aloud.
"Eight and a quarter inches."
"I've never seen one like yours before."
I watched in fascination as I slowly stroked his dick. The way the foreskin covered and uncovered the head was so hot.
"You like that big uncut cock, Mikey?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
"I love it," I whispered.
"It's okay to call you Mikey?" he whispered to me.
"I normally hate it, but I love it when you call me Mikey."
Mac and I smiled at each other and I gave him a quick kiss. I stared at his dick as I slowly slid my hand up and down the shaft, covering and exposing the head. A large drop of fluid oozed out of the slit and dripped over the top of the head and onto my thumb.
I leaned down and lapped it up with my tongue, causing Mac to groan loudly. He thrust his hips up and the head of his penis bumped my chin. I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, licking up the leaking honey goodness. I pulled the skin back up over the head and I licked around it, pushing my tongue underneath his foreskin.
"Oh, Jesus..." Mac moaned.
I slid my mouth down the shaft a couple more inches and tightened my lips over my teeth and sucked as I slid up and down his shaft. I took him into my mouth as far as I could go without choking. I used my hand on the exposed shaft that my mouth didn't cover.
"Yeah, suck it, Mikey... oh, fuck, that's good..."
Mac moved his hands onto my head and gripped handfuls of my hair as I pumped my mouth and hand up and down. I sucked a little harder and sped up my motions. I used my tongue on the underside of his shaft as it slid back and forth.
"Faster, Mikey. Just like that, baby, oh yeah, just like that... Don't stop."
I moaned when I felt his cock swell and harden in my mouth.
"I'm coming, baby! Oh, fuck, Mikey! Unh!"
Mac loudly grunted over and over and I felt the underside of his cock pulse against my tongue as it pumped jets of come into my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with his semen and I had to swallow repeatedly to keep it from spilling out. I didn't think he'd ever stop coming. I just kept swallowing. When he finally did, his dick started to soften and I licked it all over and let it fall from my mouth.
It lay heavy against his thigh, satisfied, wet with my spit.
When I looked up at Mac's face, he had an arm draped over his eyes. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down.
"Oh, Jesus," he panted. "Mikey, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had in my life."
I felt oddly proud of that fact, that I could please a guy like Mac so thoroughly. I laid down next to Mac and slowly stroked his chest hair. All that activity had me sleepy.
Mac looked at the clock and yawned. "I hate to say it, but I should get going. I need to open the shop at 7:00 in the morning."
"Oh... You can stay the night... if you want."
I nodded. "Yeah."
Mac gave me a quick kiss, then sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. I got out of bed and put my glasses and boxers back on.
Mac followed me completely naked to the bathroom, pulling his toilet kit out of his backpack on the way. I brushed my teeth as he stood at the toilet and pissed. I couldn't believe how loud and heavy his stream was. I also got a good look at his flaccid penis. It was about five inches long, and fat, with just the tip peeking out of his foreskin. I cringed inwardly when I realized his was bigger soft than mine was when fully hard. I blushed and looked away when he caught me looking.
He walked up behind me and kissed the back of my neck. His voice was low and growly. "You can look all you want, Mikey."
I finished up and let him have the sink to brush his teeth. I tried to pee, but was too shy to do it with Mac standing there next to me. I heard him chuckle and I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.
"I'll let you have a little privacy," he said, then smacked my butt as he walked out.
I sighed as my body finally relaxed and released my urine. Afterward, I washed my hands and then adjusted the thermostat down a notch before I returned to the bedroom.
I was glad to see Mac laying on the side of the bed closest to the door since I liked the side by the windows. He had his arms behind his head and his legs crossed at his ankles. His dick was soft and it lay along his left hip.
"Can you set an alarm for me?" he asked. "6:15."
I pulled my focus away from his body and nodded, then set the alarm time on the clock radio to 6:15. I turned off the desk lamp and crawled onto my side of the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket up over us.
"What are you doing way over there?" Mac asked quietly. "C'mere."
I scooted up next to Mac's right side and he pulled me closer. He wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and I laid my head down on his hairy chest between his right shoulder and pec muscle. I put my arm around him and he brought his left arm to mine and slowly rubbed it.
"Good?" he whispered.
"Yeah. Very," I replied with a sigh.
"Night, Mikey," he said before kissing the top of my head.
Mac slowly stroked my shoulder and back and I quickly fell asleep.
\* \* \*
I woke the next morning when I felt Mac get out of bed. I looked at the clock and it was 5:50. Way too early! I felt the spot where Mac had slept and it was warm. I brought my nose to it and it smelled like him. I heard the toilet flush in the distance, followed by the sink. A minute later Mac was quietly walking back into the room and climbing back into bed. I moved to make room and snuggled up to him when he settled.
"Sorry I woke you," he whispered.
Mac leaned his head down and kissed me.
"I got a little bit of time before I have to leave for work...," he said with a wicked grin on his face.
I smiled and leaned my head up to him. As we kissed and explored each others' mouths with our tongues, I slid my hand down his body and wrapped it around his semi-erect dick. It only took a few strokes to get it fully hard.
I pulled away from his mouth and moved down and moved between his legs. I grabbed his cock at the base and lifted it up. I slid my hand up and down and ran my thumb over the foreskin. When I took it into my mouth, my lips pushed the foreskin back off the head and Mac groaned and pushed his hips up. I looked up at him and he had his arms linked behind his head and he was watching me. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, sucking and twisting my head as I moved. I held his dick tight at the base and pushed my mouth down until I gagged. I backed off and coughed.
"Easy, baby," Mac whispered. "You're doing perfect, don't hurt yourself."
I tried again and was able to get more into my mouth this time.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned.
One of Mac's hands moved to the back of my head and he helped me get the rhythm he wanted. I sucked up and down on his shaft, getting most of it into my mouth.
"Yeah, Mikey, you're so fucking good. You're getting me close, baby."
Mac's breathing increased and he held the back of my head gently pushing while he pumped his hips up into my mouth as I bobbed up and down with my mouth and hand. I used my left hand to run through the hair on his chest and stomach, then down to cup his balls. The slurping and sucking noises I was making combined with Mac's breathing and grunting caused my dick to throb.
"Here it comes, Mikey. I'm coming!"
I kept sucking and looked up at Mac. His eyes locked onto mine, his face contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Aw fuck, I'm comin'!" he shouted and I felt his dick jerk. It pulsed against my tongue and I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with semen and I had to swallow to keep up.
When he was finished, I crawled up and laid on my side next to him.
"You come a lot," I whispered.
"I always come a lot when I'm really turned on and into it. And you really turn me on, Mikey."
I blushed. "Thanks."
"You don't even know how good you are, do you?"
"I kind of had a boyfriend in college. He was my first ever and I guess we did it a lot. You know, oral..."
"Have you been with a lot of guys... if you don't mind me asking?"
"After Ted, there were three other guys, but only one time each. Well, twice with one of them."
"I didn't realize you were so inexperienced. I've been with more than four guys... a lot more. I hope that doesn't bother you."
"No. It doesn't matter to me."
Mac kissed me deep and hard as he reached down and grabbed my hard-on. He gripped the shaft with his thumb and first two fingers and began sliding the tight skin up and down. His mouth moved from my mouth to the base of my neck. He began sucking hard on my neck as he increased the speed of his hand. I was already so turned on from blowing him, I couldn't hold back.
"Andy, I'm coming," I whispered.
Andy pulled off my neck and watched as my body shook. I grabbed him tight and buried my face into his neck as my legs stretched and my toes curled and come spurted from my dick. The first spurt landed on my chest and the next two on my stomach, with the last couple dribbling out onto his hand.
"Nice," he whispered. He brought his hand to my mouth and looking at him, I licked some of the come off. He brought his hand to his own mouth and tasted the rest.
We laid back on the bed trying to catch our breath when the damned alarm clock went off.
"You don't mind if I take a quick shower?" Mac asked.
"Of course not." I shook my head and we got up out of bed.
I got a fresh clean towel and washcloth for him and told him he was welcome to use my shower gel and shampoo. While he took a shower, I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I yawned while it was brewing and I pulled a couple of mugs from the cupboard. When Mac walked out of the bathroom naked, running the towel through his hair, I almost dropped my cup. He really shouldn't be walking around naked if he wanted me to function properly.
He walked to his backpack and pulled out a fresh tank top and boxer shorts and slipped them on.
"How do you like your coffee?" I asked.
"Black is fine. Thanks," he said as I handed him the mug. He looked up at the clock and quickly finished the coffee. He disappeared into the bedroom and came out wearing yesterday's jeans. He stuffed his boxers and shirts into his backpack.
"I gotta head out," he said quietly as he bent down and kissed me. "Can I see you again, Mikey?"
"I'm not busy tonight," I replied with a grin.
Mac laughed. "What's your number?"
We both grabbed our cell phones and traded phone numbers. I walked him to the door and we hugged and kissed. "Bye, Andy."
"Bye, Mikey. See you tonight."
# Chapter 3
Mac called when he was on his way and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner and stay over at his place tonight. I packed an overnight bag and after he picked me up, we went out to dinner.
We talked about everything at dinner. He told me how he came out when when his mom caught him getting a blowjob from a buddy when he was 17. We laughed about it, but at the time he said it was definitely not funny. He had a sister, who was the eldest sibling, two older brothers, and one younger brother. He didn't get along with his oldest brother, especially after he came out. His mother and the other siblings eventually came around and accepted his being gay. His dad left when he was 5, so his mother raised the five kids by herself working long hours as an ER nurse.
I told him about my family, my Mom managed a hotel restaurant and Dad was a city cop. I had a brother who was four years older and engaged to be married. I also had a sister two years younger, still in college. I came out after my sophomore year of college. My mom and sister were okay with it, but my brother shook his head and said he knew I was a fag. Dad said he didn't care what I did in my bedroom as long as I didn't flaunt it in front of him. I leaned in towards Mac and whispered as if it was a dirty secret, "He's a republican." Mac laughed loudly and I joined him.
Mac's house was just outside the city in an older neighborhood. It was very well maintained and charming. It was a three bedroom, two bath ranch-style house on a really good sized lot. The master bedroom had its own bathroom and a big walk in closet. Mac's king size bed was very comfy. He had soft sheets and a fluffy down comforter. It was completely not what I expected from a guy like Mac, which seemed to be a common theme with him.
We made out for a long time and when I moved down to take him into my mouth, he pulled my body so that he could suck me at the same time. He had to back off my dick a few times because I was so close. When he finally got close, he attacked me with his mouth and we came in each others' mouths almost at the same time. Afterward, I cuddled up next to him and yawned. I was shocked at how comfortable I felt with him after only my second time with him. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because I fell right asleep.
The next morning, we slept in and then showered and got dressed. After eating a bowl of cereal, we went down to the farmer's market. Mac wanted to pick up some vegetables for a soup he was going to make us for dinner. Mac's shop was closed on Sundays, so we planned on spending the day together.
We casually strolled around the market booths talking and laughing.
"Mike? Mike!" I heard a woman shout behind me. I groaned and turned around and saw my parents and my younger sister.
"What are you doing up and about so early on a Sunday morning?" Mom asked.
"Uh, Mac dragged me out. He needed a few things from the market," I said. "This is my friend Mac. Mac, these are my parents, Jake and Beth Andrews. And this is my sister Jill."
Mac smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you."
Dad eyed Mac coldly as he shook his hand. Dad shot me a disapproving look that made me want to curl up and die. I was embarrassed by Dad's reaction, which I'm sure was because of Mac's appearance. Maybe if he covered up his tattoos and shaved his mustache or grew it into a more acceptable goatee. I immediately felt ashamed for thinking that. So what if he looked like a biker thug? He was the nicest guy I had ever met.
"Well, we'll let you go, honey," Mom said, interrupting the awkwardness. "And don't be a stranger."
I let out a deep breath and watched them walk away.
"Your Dad doesn't like me," Mac said.
"I'm so sorry, Andy. He's just really... conservative."
"Eh, it's okay, Mikey. I'm used to it."
"I know, Andy, but that doesn't make it okay."
I took a deep breath and blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. Mac looked at me and smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Mikey," he said quietly.
Mac squeezed the back of my neck and we continued walking through the market.
Mac and I spent a wonderful day together. I'd never felt for anyone what I felt for Andy. I was already falling in love with him.
When he dropped me off Sunday night at my apartment, we kissed for a little bit in the truck. When I got inside, I laid down on the couch. I was confused and scared. Did I really love him? What will my parents think? What if he didn't even feel the same about me?
I worked myself into a panic and it made me sick to my stomach.
\* \* \*
I saw a lot of Mac over the next three weeks. We spent the night with each other two or three times a week, usually on the nights he didn't have to work late or go to the gym. I spent the night with him on that second Saturday as well and spent all day with him on Sunday.
That last week in July, he said he had a special surprise for me. He wanted to spend the whole weekend with me. He was going to leave the shop in the hands of his assistant manager on Saturday and we'd leave from the shop on Friday after work. He told me to pack a small bag with a couple of changes of clothes, nothing fancy.
Friday evening after work, I went into the bathroom and took off my work clothes and changed into jeans, a plain black t-shirt and my black Chucks. I drove to the shop and parked my car in back. I didn't see his truck, so I was wondering where he was. He did say to meet him at the shop after work, I was sure of it.
I walked into the shop's front door and then peeked into the door that led to the the garage area. Mac was talking to an older, burly bear of a man in tight blue coveralls. When he saw me, Mac motioned me over to them.
"Hi, Andy— uh, Mac," I said.
Mac chuckled. "Hi, Mikey. Mike, this is Dirk, my assistant manager. Dirk, Mike."
Dirk shook my hand. "Well, you must be *really* special if you get to call him 'Andy'."
I blushed and shrugged.
"Aww, and cute, too," Dirk laughed and ruffled my hair.
"Hey! Hands off my boy," Mac growled and knocked Dirk's hand away from me.
The three of us laughed and Dirk said, "All right, get out of here and have a good weekend, boss."
"Thanks for holding down the fort, Dirk. Call me if you need anything."
"We'll be fine. Stop worrying and have some fun for once."
"Bye. Nice to meet you," I said to Dirk as we walked out and around the back.
Mac grabbed my bag and we walked up to a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
"Wow. Is this yours? Are we riding on this?" I asked.
"You think I look like this and don't own a bike?"
We both laughed. Mac stowed my bag in one of the saddlebags, then pulled out a helmet. He adjusted the straps on the half helmet and put it on my head, then strapped it under my chin. He put on a pair of sunglasses, strapped his own helmet on and helped me on the bike. He told me to hold on tight around his waist.
I wrapped my arms tight around him and leaned into his muscular back. He started out slow, making a few circles around the parking lot so I could get used to it. Turning onto the road, he traveled at a steady pace, then sped up when we got on the highway.
Once I was no longer feeling off-balance or like I was going to fall, I relaxed my grip on him and was able to look around and enjoy the view. I loved the feel of the vibration of the bike and the feel of the wind, but most of all, I loved the feeling of being so close and connected to Mac.
We rode about an hour and a half until Mac pulled off the highway and exited down a small two-lane road. We drove for a few miles and Mac turned off onto a heavily wooded road and then finally into a driveway that led up a hill. He stopped the bike in front of a small wood cabin. Beyond the cabin was a small lake. Mac helped me off the bike and I took off my helmet.
"You okay?" Mac asked.
"Yeah, that was fun."
"I figured you were having a good time. I felt a little something poking me back there."
I blushed and adjusted my crotch. Mac laughed loudly and took my helmet.
I looked around in wonder. The little cabin was surrounded by woods. The sky was clear. The only noises I heard were the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind and birds chirping.
"Andy, this is..." I was speechless.
"My mom's parents owned it. After they died, Mom refused to sell it even though we needed the money. We're all glad she did because we love coming up here. We take turns throughout the year using it and we've got it to ourselves all weekend. Let's get settled and relax for a bit and then we can go get some supplies for the weekend."
Mac grabbed our bags and unlocked the cabin and we went inside. It was a little musty, so he opened up the windows. The cabin basically consisted of a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. The living room had a cozy two-person couch and a chair in front of a fireplace. The back left corner had a small dining area and a small kitchen. In the back right corner was the door to the bedroom and the door to the bathroom. A door off the kitchen led out to a concrete patio and the back yard.
Mac put our bags in the bedroom on the bed and opened the windows so the air could circulate. The bedroom was small, with enough room for a full-size bed and a dresser.
Mac put his arms around me and kissed me. "So, what do you think?"
He took my hand and we walked out to the back yard. The cabin was surrounded by woods and seemed very secluded. A boat dock extended out into the lake. We walked out onto the boat dock. From the end of the dock, you could see the other cabins on the lake. There was a good distance between Mac's cabin and the cabins on either side.
I looked around in amazement.
"They used to have a small speed boat, but we weren't around enough to take care of it, so we sold it," Mac said. "The water might be a bit cold, but we can swim if you want."
"I didn't bring a bathing suit."
"Neither did I," he said with a wink.
We stood on the dock for a few moments enjoying the view.
"Thank you for bringing me out here, Andy."
Mac smiled and took my hand and we walked back onto the shore and into the cabin. I held his hand and followed him into the bedroom. He shut the bedroom door behind us and took me in his arms. I looked up at him into his blue eyes. God, he was so tall and beefy. He dwarfed me by nine inches and a hundred pounds, but I felt completely safe in his arms.
Mac bent down and kissed me, his mouth opening and his tongue seeking mine. I wrapped my arms around his back and returned his kiss. Mac moved down to my neck and sucked the skin into his mouth and gently licked and nipped. I whimpered and closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of his mouth and mustache whiskers on my neck.
"Oh, Andy, I love you," I said without thinking. "I love you so much."
Mac's mouth suddenly left my neck and I felt him move back. My eyes flew wide open and I looked up at him. He just stared at me. I felt my eyes brimming with tears and I drew in a sharp breath, looked away and took a step back.
"Mikey," he whispered. "I love you, too."
I looked up into his eyes and they were bright blue, glistening with tears. I grabbed onto him and we held each other tight for a few moments.
Mac set our bags on the floor next to the bed and pulled me down to the bed and we laid down together facing each other. Mac stroked my cheek and my hair. "Love you, Mikey."
Mac rolled on top of me and kissed me hard with increased passion. He was straddling my thigh and we were kissing and making out and he was grinding his hard dick against me. As he sucked on my neck, he moved his body between my legs. He moved off my neck and shifted his position. I felt his penis poking between my legs as he started sucking and licking my nipples.
His hand slid down between my legs and I felt it run through my crack and I tensed up. The weight of his body held me down firmly and I felt the anxiety building. When I felt him push against my hole, I panicked.
"No! Stop!" I cried out as I grabbed Mac's shoulders and pushed.
Mac moved away. "Mikey. I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt you? I wasn't trying to hurt you."
I was shaking and my eyes filled with tears. "No, I'm sorry... It's just that..."
Mac's eyes widened as if he suddenly realized something. "Oh. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
My face burned bright red with humiliation. "Kinda," I whispered. "I mean, not really."
Mac furrowed his brow. "'Kinda, not really'? I mean, you are or you're not."
"I guess I'm not then."
I rolled away from him and blinked back the tears, wanting the floor to open and swallow me whole.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Mac asked as he turned me back to face him. I laid my head down in his chest and took a deep breath.
"When I was still in college... about two years ago, I went to a frat house party with a friend of mine. I met this guy. Taylor. Big guy, football jock. He seemed really nice and we hit it off okay. He had a few beers and I had one as well. I went back with him to his room. I gave him... you know."
"Yeah. He sat up and grabbed a smoke and I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was on me. He had turned me over onto my stomach and was on top of me and between my legs. He had put a condom on and I heard him spit. I told him I didn't want that and tried to get away, but he was too big and too strong. I told him he was hurting me and begged for him to stop, but he didn't. He held me down and he ra..."
My voice quivered and my throat tightened. Mac's arms squeezed around me.
I sniffled and swallowed. "When he finished he said he needed to get up early and I could show myself out."
"Jesus. Mikey. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. It was a long time ago."
"No, baby, it's not okay. What he did was wrong. I could kill the bastard for hurting you."
Mac tenderly kissed my forehead. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I started sobbing. Mac held me in his arms and rocked me as I bawled into his chest. When my tears finally slowed, I took my glasses off and wiped my eyes. Mac took my glasses and set them on the nightstand next to the bed. A box of tissues was on the nightstand and he pulled one and gave it to me. I wiped my nose and face with it.
"I've never told anyone before. No one else knows."
"It doesn't change how I feel about you, you know that right? What happened to you was not your fault."
Mac wiped the tears from my face and kissed my cheeks, my nose, then my lips. I looked up into his caring eyes and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me again, over and over. I laid my head back and quietly moaned as he pressed his lips against my neck. His hand slid down my body and gently cupped my balls and stroked my dick, which was now hard again.
"Do you trust me?" he whispered.
"Yes, Andy." And I did trust him. I knew that Andy wouldn't hurt me.
"I want to try something and I promise I'll be gentle. If you don't like it, you tell me. I promise to stop. Okay?"
Mac moved his mouth down to my nipple, moving back and forth between them. He kissed down my chest to my belly button, then continued down further. He took my dick into his mouth and gently sucked it up and down for a few seconds. I held onto his head with both of my hands and whimpered, my fingers intertwined in his hair.
Just when I was getting close, he released it from his mouth and it snapped against my stomach. I thrust my hips up, pushing my dick towards his mouth.
Ignoring my pleas, he licked each of my testicles and took them into his mouth one at a time. He moved lower, his tongue running underneath my scrotum. He pushed the back of my thighs so that my legs were bent at the knees. I closed my eyes and held his head and tried to relax. Then I felt his tongue run across my hole. I gasped. "Oh! Andy!"
Mac swirled his tongue around my tight hole. He licked and sucked at the puckered skin and I writhed around on the bed, pushing back against his face as I applied pressure to his head with my hands. I felt his tongue push in slightly. Mac groaned as he licked and sucked at my tender ass.
When he moved his mouth away and began kissing the insides of my thighs, I whimpered in frustration. He looked up at me with a smug grin. "You like that, baby?"
"You want more?"
I nodded again. "Please..." I whispered.
Mac bent over the bed and opened his bag. I saw him pull out a bottle of lube. He poured some out onto his fingers.
"Relax, Mikey. I'm not gonna hurt you."
I lay back and felt the cold gel touch my hole. Mac smeared it all around. He took my dick into his mouth and began sucking. I felt his fingertip pushing and I tensed up. Mac sucked harder and bounced his mouth up and down. I groaned and collapsed back on the bed and his finger slid right into me.
I gasped at the feeling. It didn't hurt. It felt strange. Full. Mac gently sucked me as he held his finger still. He pulled off my dick and let it snap against my belly. He started moving his finger slowly in and out of me and twisting it around. He pressed and rubbed up against something inside of me and I practically leapt off the bed.
"Oh! Andy, oh my god..."
Andy licked my nuts and around my hole as he fucked me with his finger. He ran his tongue up my shaft and I lost it.
"Andy, I'm coming! Oh god!"
Mac clamped his lips around my cock head and I came in his mouth. He slowed his finger movements and then pulled out of me and my softened penis slipped from his mouth. He moved up on top of me and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my semen on his tongue. I sucked and licked at his tongue, wanting it.
This time when I felt his dick poking between my legs I pushed back into him. Mac pushed his penis into my ass crack and rubbed it up and down.
"You want to try something bigger?" he asked me, his voice low and husky. "If you ask me to stop, I will stop. I promise."
"Make love to me, Andy. I'm ready."
"I'm going to stretch you with my fingers first."
Mac squirted more lube onto his fingers and inserted his index finger into me. I laid back and closed my eyes as he moved it in and out of me. Mac pushed a second finger into me and held still for a second while I got used to it. He kissed me all around my crotch and thighs. I moaned loudly when he started moving in and out of me. It felt full, but it felt really good too. When he added the third finger, I gasped at the initial pain.
Mac gently pushed down on my stomach with his hand. "It's okay... relax, Mikey," he said in a calm and soothing voice.
After a few moments, he started moving his three fingers in and out of me. He stretched and twisted and rubbed my prostate. Soon, I was writhing around the bed, whimpering and moaning. "Oh, god..."
Mac pulled his fingers out and reached down into his bag and pulled out a strip of condom packages. He kept one and put the rest on the nightstand. I sat up on my elbows to look. He tore open the gold packet and removed the condom. He saw me looking and handed me the condom packet. It was a Magnum Large Size. I set the packet on the bed and watched him roll it onto his erect penis. He poured some lube onto the shaft and then used his hand to coat it. He put another drop on the tip and then squeezed a little bit onto his fingers. He spread it into my hole with his fingers.
"Turn over, Mikey. It'll be easier."
Mac guided me over onto my stomach.
"Relax, Mikey. Remember how good my mouth and finger felt? This is gonna be even better. It's gonna hurt at first, but I promise it will get better. I love you, Mikey."
"I love you, Andy. I trust you."
I laid my head on the pillow and took a deep breath. Mac moved over on top of me between my legs and I felt his latex covered cock rub against my hole.
"When I push in, push out. It'll make it go in easier."
I felt the pressure and I pushed out like I was going to the bathroom. I felt the head pop into me. A sharp searing pain caused me to cramp up.
"Andy, it hurts." I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.
Mac wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and my face. "Just give it a minute, baby. It'll get better. I promise. I love you so much, baby."
The pain did start to go away after a few seconds. It was still slightly uncomfortable. Mac slowly pushed into me a little bit more, then pulled out and slid back in, going in a little further. He held still for a second so that I could adjust.
"You okay?" he asked.
Mac pushed in a little more, then pulled out and back in a little bit further. I grunted at the discomfort. This time when he pulled out, he shifted his angle slightly as he pushed in and his dick rubbed against my prostate. "Oh, god!" It still hurt, but it felt good at the same time
Mac began moving slowly in and out, pushing more and more into me. After a few strokes in and out, rubbing my prostate, I felt his hairy pubic bush press into my ass and I felt his large ball sac against mine.
"You took it all the way, Mikey. Are you doing okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. It's starting to feel good, like you said."
Mac began moving in and out of me slowly. "You feel so good, baby. You're so hot and tight inside."
Mac increased his thrusting speed and intensity. It felt warm and the sensations morphed from a dull pain to pure pleasure. My dick twitched every time he hit my prostate. I was leaking all over the bed.
"You feel so big, Andy. It feels so good," I sighed.
Mac pulled out of me. I looked back at him, wonder why he stopped. He rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs apart and pushed my knees up towards my chest. He hooked them over his elbows and moved on his knees so his dick was pointed at my hole.
He poked the head into me a couple of times until it found my hole, then sunk in all the way to the root. I gasped as it slid past my prostate. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest as he began moving inside me.
He unhooked my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned down into me and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his back. He pumped into me harder and faster. I was moaning and whimpering, pushing back up against him.
"Oh, Andy, yes..."
"Mikey, you're so hot. You make me feel so fucking good. You're my baby. You're mine, all mine."
"Yes, Andy, I'm yours."
Mac fucked me harder and I started to feel like I was getting close. Neither Mac nor I had touched my cock. His big thick cock inside me, the sensations of it sliding against my hole and rubbing along my prostate, his breathing and grunting, the squishing sounds, the bed creaking, his hairy belly rubbing against the bottom of my shaft... all of it was bringing me to the edge.
"Andy, I think I'm gonna come."
"Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck the come out of you."
"I'm coming, Andy, I'm coming!"
"Yeah, baby, I'm coming with you. Oh, fuck, here it comes!"
We both groaned and grunted loudly as we both came. I sprayed my load all over our bellies and Mac unloaded inside me, into the condom.
I fell back into the bed and Mac collapsed on top of me with his penis still embedded inside me.
I grabbed onto Mac and squeezed him tight. I buried my head into his neck, feeling very emotional and vulnerable.
"Andy... I didn't know it could feel like that..." I sniffled and choked back a cry. "I wish you had been my first."
"I *am* your first, Mikey. What that drunk frat boy did was assault. We just made love. I was your first, baby. You just gave me your virginity."
"Andy..." My voice caught and I struggled to keep from crying like a baby. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Mikey."
Mac's penis softened enough to finally slip out of me. He pushed up and back onto his knees. I lifted up onto my elbows to watch him. The condom was hanging off his half-erect dick. The end was full and heavy with semen. Mac pulled it off and tied the end. He grabbed a tissue and wadded the condom up in it and dropped it onto the floor. He laid down next to me on his side.
"I was so nervous," I said. "I was scared I wouldn't be able to do it, scared that it wouldn't be good for you."
"What? Are you kidding? That was hands down the best sex I ever had. You were fucking incredible, Mikey."
"So were you, Andy."
"Mikey, we haven't talked about this, but already think of us as boyfriends. I want us to be exclusive. I want you all to myself."
"That's what I want too, Andy."
# Chapter 4
After a wonderful weekend at the cabin, we returned home. Sitting alone in my apartment on Sunday night, I felt very lonely and empty, but knowing that Mac and I were officially boyfriends comforted me immensely.
Throughout August, Mac and I continued dating. The guys at his shop thought nothing of me stopping by. They all knew Mac was gay and they saw how happy he was when I was around. I know I was happy when I was around him.
Saturdays, I'd go to the shop at lunch time and we'd go out and have a long lunch together. Mac was very friendly with the guys at the shop. He wanted to be their friend and not just their boss. I joined them on occasion after work for beer and wings or to watch a game. Mac also had a buddy he went riding with, and a couple times I joined Mac along with his buddy and his buddy's girlfriend for long rides on his motorcycle.
Sometimes during the week, if it was slow, Mac would come and pick me up at work at lunch time. I got several odd looks from people at work who were wondering why I was getting in a big pickup truck or on a Harley with a tattooed biker, but I didn't care what they thought.
In fact, I even got along better with my boss. I just did my work, and stopped worrying and letting him bother me. He still treated me like crap, but I was too happy to care.
We were spending our nights together more often than not, four or five nights a week. Most of the time, I stayed at his house. We made love often, usually Andy on top, face to face. And many times, more than once a night. He said he couldn't get enough of me and I felt the same desire for him.
I started going to the gym with Mac the three nights a week he went. I did the treadmill and he also had me do strength exercises with weights so I could get some definition in my arms and chest. I wasn't crazy about going to the gym, but I liked that I got to spend more time with Mac. I was embarrassed about showering in the locker room at first, but after a couple of times I got used to it. I was amazed at how comfortable he was about being naked in the locker room. Though I guess if I had a body like his, I would show it off too.
The thing I really didn't like about the gym was that guys sometimes hit on Mac, sometimes right in front of me as if I was invisible. He always politely turned them down and would get more forceful if they didn't back off.
There was one incident where he had to tell a guy to back off. Mac told him he was being disrespectful to me when he could clearly see we were b
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