My Little Boy

Chapter 2

Even though I didn’t have far to travel, Matt beat me to the waffle house. He spotted me the moment I entered, and waved me over to his table. He offered me breakfast, but I was so excited that I refused. My refusal didn’t seem to register with him, as he then insisted that I eat because he wanted to take me for a ride. Once again he came off as aggressive, dominant, and hyper confident, which normally would have been off-putting for me. But at the same time his dreamy eyes and innocent smile reminded me of the sweet childlike person that I remembered from our encounter at San Francisco General, a little boy who cried as he struggled to take and hold his enema according to his doctor’s orders. So I had one egg, two pieces of bacon, and a waffle with him as he ate a heartier breakfast of 3 eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a waffle.

We ate and talked, and when we got back to the parking lot he insisted that I ditch my car so he could drive me down to the little tourist town of Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz sounded like fun, so I drove my car back to my parent’s house, parked it, and then got in Matt’s silver Toyota Spyder convertible, a really expensive looking roadster that made me think the I.T. (Internet Technology) company that he had told me he owned, was actually as successful as he had claimed.

Within a few minutes we were driving south on The Coastal Highway. It was a beautiful day for a ride in a convertible, and so the 60 mile trip was very enjoyable. We talked constantly about anything and everything, but mostly about ourselves as we wound down the coast. That was when I told him that I was an RN at San Francisco General, while purposefully leaving out the fact that I remembered administering four enemas to him when he was in a feverish stupor.

Once in Santa Cruz he drove straight to the Boardwalk where we walked in a crowd of tourists. We rode a few rides and played some arcade games, but even there we mostly talked in a quest to get to better know each other. Still, Matt avoided the fact that we had met earlier, to the point that I was beginning to think that he may have been so mentally affected by his fever that night, that he actually didn’t remember our first encounter. After all, he was quite ill, and so once again I also avoided mentioning our earlier meeting.

Matt was once again quite dominate and controlling, but that seemed only normal to me as I knew he was older and more experienced. That is until he totally surprised me by taking me in his arms and kissing me right out in the open in the middle of the crowed boardwalk. He gave me no warning, and because we were so exposed to the crowd I tried to fight him off, an effort that didn’t last long because his kiss was so hot, so sensuous, and so sexual that I soon found myself kissing him back with more passion than I had ever kissed anyone in my life.

I had never experienced anything like that kiss. I loved everything about it, the way he held me, the way he forced his tongue in my mouth, and the way his body moved against mine. I even loved how he smelled and tasted in that intimate moment, to the point that I knew I truly loved him. In fact, I loved everything about him. And even though I was still in the mode of denying my homosexuality, I truly loved being seen with him, even while being kissed so passionately in the midst of so many strangers. Yet I still couldn’t get up the courage to tell him how I felt about him. As much as I wanted to, it just seemed like a bridge too far.

We walked on, and when we got to the southern end of the boardwalk where the rollercoaster sped by with screaming tourists seemingly in all stages of terror, Mathew suddenly announced that he wanted to ride it. I loved rollercoasters, and so soon we were in line, and only minutes after that we were being strapped into a cramped little rollercoaster car. And then, once again he took me in an embrace and kissed me, only that time he pushed his hand down the back of my shorts and grabbed the naked flesh of my butt cheeks. And while kissing me his fingers seemed to boldly search for, and then massage my anus, something that continued even after the rollercoaster began to move.

That did it. I kissed him back with even more passion than before, a kiss that lasted almost all the time the rollercoaster was dragged by a motorized chain up to its highest peak. Only then did we sit back, hold hands, and scream with the other riders as the rollercoaster lurched around corners while speeding over its rising and falling track. We didn’t kiss again until the rollercoaster came to a stop and it was time for us to disembark. But while we were still on the loading platform, Mathew stepped up to me and asked in a whisper if he could take me to a motel. As unexpected as that request was, that was the end of my feigning only a casual interest in him. I was so in love by that point that I immediately said okay, and Mathew and I all but raced for his car. He took me to the first motel that had a vacancy sign posted. I don’t even remember its name. All that was important to me at that time was the fact that I was in love, and that I was with the most perfect man that I had ever known.

Once we were safely locked in our motel room, we began to make out like a couple of teenagers, loving, caressing, and kissing until our faces were all but raw. Matt eventually stripped my shirt and shorts off, and then my underpants. Then he stripped out of his own clothing before he embraced me for another kiss, only that time he moved us to the bed where we laid in full body contact. That turned me on so much that even though I had never done anything gay with anyone else ever before, as soon as he maneuvered us into a 69 position, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it passionately as he did the same to my cock. We sucked and sucked on each other’s cocks until we experienced our first mutual orgasm, an experience that was more sexually powerful than I had ever imagined sex could be.

Although that was my first attempt at gay sex, it wasn’t his. A few minutes later, while holding me tenderly, he told me about a lover that he had before. The boy was a boyhood friend who desperately wanted to be straight, causing their relationship to eventually come to a tragic end. I could tell that he had been deeply hurt by that experience, and felt helpless to console him. Instead, I told him that I was a virgin, and hadn’t even kissed a boy until he kissed me on the boardwalk.

I felt like we had a wonderful Saturday. But with him being such a handsome and sexy singer, and so much in the public eye, I felt like he could easily have his pick of the hottest gay men San Francisco had to offer, and so considered the possibility that our little romp in that Santa Cruz motel may only have been a passing encounter for him. But he called me that next morning and wanted to go out again. It was a Sunday, so I jumped at the opportunity but couldn’t help wondering what he saw in me. After all, I had just turned 21 at the time, and wasn’t exactly having to fight off would be lovers, something I couldn’t stop thinking about while considering him to be the most handsome, sexy, and sophisticated man I had ever met.