Chapter 1: Up In The Air

\ Author’s Note:* It has taken some time to get this story down, though it has never been far from my heart or mind. The most recent events in the story occurred almost a decade ago. So, some of what has been lost to the sands of time has been filled-in to the best of my recollection. Stating the obvious, some locations and names have been changed in the interest of privacy.

Flying solo in the early part of the 21st century was a lonely experience. Life shrank to the last playlists you uploaded to your iPod, a good book, and whoever had enough text messages left on their plan to tell you travel safe. It was wonderful.

In the early summer of 2008, I had just completed my first year of University, to little acclaim. Much of that time was spent chasing girls, drinking cheap beer, and waxing philosophical about the merits or lack thereof of the local sports teams. I was in a sense marking time - waiting for the world to seize me rather than going out to seize it. Thus far that had worked swimmingly; I saw no reason to change, and the world certainly wasn’t presenting me with one. Yet. I sent a final text to my family to let them know I was boarding my flight. Another pinged back almost immediately.

‘Marvin is staying with us for a few weeks. You two will have to share a room.’

I shut my phone off without replying, tried to keep the blood from rushing to my face and remain outwardly calm. But my heart was racing, my stomach twisted into knots, I could feel the muscles in my arms and legs tense and relax as adrenaline surged through me.

I hadn’t spoken to Marvin in the nine months I’d been away, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Even for a moment. My lips remembered what it felt like to press against his, to hold his body against mine and I felt a familiar tightening in my crotch. I certainly hoped, he’d thought of me too.

I boarded the plane, tried to sleep, but ended up laying my carry on in my lap and replaying home movies against my eyelids. Marvin. What are the odds.

9 MONTHS AGO.

Marvin stood naked in front of me in the dim darkness of my garage. My eyes feasted on his body, lit poorly, by the light of the moon through small dusty windows set into the garage door. He was a slim, blue-eyed theatre kid with dirty blonde hair that fell just past his ears and gorgeous full lips to die for. I felt a surge of confusing desire burn through me as my eyes tracked a perfect trail of dark hair from his navel to a curly full bush around his cock.

Which was itself beautiful: a thick, well veined shaft sported a handsome rounded head that bobbed invitingly at me as the blood rushing through his body swelled the member even more. A thick, pronounced vein ran from head to base. I was enthralled by it. My breath caught in my throat as he gripped his cock and waved it at me with a cheeky grin My mouth was suddenly dry, I had a terrible urge to throw myself to my knees and take all of him in my mouth at once. I desperately wanted to taste his cum and feel it flood the back of my throat. My nerves got the better of me and I resisted. For a moment he stood in front of me and neither of us said anything.

“Okay.” His voice quivered, just above a whisper “Now you. Truth or dare.”

I smiled at him, projecting confidence I did not feel, knowing what was coming next. “Dare.”

His smile was to die for, and it split his face in such a way I was immediately filled with warmth and confidence. “I dare you,” he took a breath and rushed the rest out “to take off your clothes. All of them.”

Despite myself I laughed. I felt ridiculous finally hearing the words out loud, knowing they was coming. Marvin laughed as well but looked at me insistently. I wasn’t getting out of it. Fair enough.

I peeled my t-shirt off revealing a fuller figure kept fit by blessed youth and high metabolism covered in a proud thick mane of chest hair that flushed amber over my body before disappearing below my waistline.

I dropped the shirt as casually as I could and gave him a spin. He gave me a smile and an encouraging wag of his cock. “All your clothes bud.”

I gave him a cheeky wink, bent at the knees and pulled my sport shorts down. I stepped out of them, my uncut cock stuck rigidly out from my body, it was the hardest I’d been in my entire life. Mine was both shorter and slimmer than Marvin’s cock, but the way his eyes grew wide at the sight of me made me feel like the sexiest man alive.

For the briefest moment in time, we stood across a gap of maybe three feet soaking each other in. I watched him grow harder as he gobbled my body up with his eyes.

“My turn I think.” I whispered.

But Marvin was having none of it, he crossed the gap in a step, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

My cock jumped as it touched his and our bodies melded into each other. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him and squeezed tightly to return the kiss. Our tongues awkwardly sought the other and I moaned into his mouth as he pulled me into his chest. My knees weakened as I struggled to keep myself from physically melting into his arms. The scratch stubble around his lips ratcheted up my desire, I squeezed him tighter to me as a wave of attraction wracked my body. I wanted desperately to have all of him, to be in him and have him in me. I moaned again as I felt myself start to leak precum as his larger cock was pressed against me. I whined softly into his neck and raked my fingers down his back as his hands massaged the cheeks of my ass.

For a moment we broke the kiss and took a moment to search the other’s eyes. Was this ok? Were we really doing this? His smile must have matched mine though because he kissed me again immediately.

His lips were soft and wet as is often the case with youth. I began to grind my hips against his, rubbing our cocks against each other. The thrill of our two members touching sent jolts of electricity through my body. He groaned in response, encouraging me to cling tighter to him and grind harder.

I broke our kiss and toured my lips down his jawline to his neck. I sucked on it gently and he whimpered, leaning his weight against me. I held him tightly and grazed skin with me teeth.

Then the motion activated lights from the backyard flooded the garage with light. Someone in the house was awake.

“Shit.” I broke away from Marvin and began pulling my clothes on.

He stood there shocked and naked for a moment before I hissed at him “Get dressed.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shamefully pulled his shorts back over his still raging erection.

The plane landed and jerked me out of my reverie, the image of Marvin’s still hard cock sliding back into his pants still haunted me. I shifted awkwardly in my seat, my own excitement in the present was embarrassingly apparent. Was I really that excited to be sharing a room with Marvin again? Maybe.

But the nerves were real too. We hadn’t spoken in the nine months since that evening, almost to the day. Hell, we hadn’t even added one another on Facebook – which was still a big deal back then. Had he forgiven me? Was he still attracted to me? Was I still attracted to him? Was I attracted to men at all?

I tried to put him from my mind and focus on the friends and family I hadn’t seen in a long time. They were, of course, the whole reason for this trip in the first place.

As the plane taxied to the gate, I flipped my phone open and turned it on. I had received three messages while in flight – the first two confirmed my attendance at a bar later that evening. The third though, the third text was from Marvin:

‘Hey, it’s me thanks for being cool about sharing the room. Looking forward to seeing you.’