John and Peter - Chapter 3

Peter not only delivered me back to my apartment, but he moved himself in. I don’t mean with everything he had, but it was obvious that he was prepared to stay a while. And once he had settled us both in, he left to pick up some Chinese takeout. The hospital had me back on a regular diet for the last four days, so Chinese takeout seemed about perfect to me. As a result, I ate more than my fair share, and when I told Peter that I really felt stuffed, he just smiled and told me not to worry about it. That he was there to help me through such things.

Even though it was only 6:30 in the evening when Peter finished cleaning up from our dinner, he came to my bedroom and began getting undressed. I had thought he had a sexy body before, but the instant he pushed his underpants down and I saw his uncut cock and his cute little narrow buttocks for the first time, I realized his body was even more perfect than I had imagined. It’s hard to explain, but everything about Peter suddenly seemed irresistible, to the point that for the first time in my life I wanted to intimately touch another man. In fact, I didn’t just want to touch Peter, but touch his penis, even massage it and take it in my mouth to taste and suck on. And even more strange for me, was when I saw his cute little butt. Because that was the first time in my life, I wanted to give another man an enema. I wanted Peter to feel all of the same wonderful feelings and sensation that he had been causing me to feel for the last two weeks. But instead of telling him any of that, for the first time in our relationship, I told him that I loved him. He turned to look in my eyes, as he said, “I sure hope so, because I love the shit out of you.”

As it was still kind of early, I wasn’t sure what Peter had in mind when he climbed naked into my bed with his laptop. But once he settled in, he told me that we had a lot to go over. I thought we were going to discuss my medication schedule, or perhaps the scheduled wound dressing changes, but he surprised me by saying, “You know, John, I don’t think you quite know how to be gay. In fact, I have the feeling that your father never had the “how-to-be-gay” sex talk with you.”

We both laughed at the absurdity of that statement. But then Peter went on to ask, “So what’s your Wi Fi password?”

“It’s WindPower320” I quickly volunteered.

He typed it into his computer, and saved it to his start-up program. Then he surprised me by setting his laptop aside, and then turned back to face me so he could kiss me. His hands suddenly seemed to be all over my body while he kept telling me that I had no idea as to how sexy I was. The thing was, I thought he was the sexy one, but I didn’t quite know how to tell him, nor how to show him with my hands or mouth. Actually, I think he also didn’t know quite what to do with me, because the next question out of his mouth was, “Do you consider yourself a top or a bottom?”

“I don’t know.” I said, “I’ve heard those terms before, but I’m not sure what they really mean.”

“Well you don’t have to decide right now, but because you seem to enjoy your enemas so much, and because I love giving them to you, we’ll start you out as a bottom. Just remember that you can change things up any time the mood strikes you.”

The whole gay thing was beginning to sound a bit clinical, so I asked, “What exactly is it about me that turns you on?”

He smiled, and said, “That’s easy. Everything! Like right now I’d like to kiss you, and fuck your asshole. And then I’d like to give you a hot soapy enema to hold up your ass until I suck you to orgasm. But because I know you aren’t quite up to any of that, I’ll settle for just holding and hugging you. According to your doctor, tomorrow morning you can take a regular shower, and I’d really like to do that with you. In fact, I think I’ll give you a shower right after your morning enema so you’ll be clean on the inside and outside all at the same time.”

Peter was turned up on his side when he spoke those words, so I turned so I could for the first time in my life, put my hand on another man’s butt cheek. I squeezed it while realizing how wonderful it felt to touch Peter so intimately. But instead of telling him that I wanted to do all of those same things to him, I asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, Peter leaned in and kissed me again. At first it was an open mouth, tongue licking tongue kind of kiss. But then it morphed into him sucking my entire left breast into his mouth, a kiss that continued while both of his hand found their way into my underpants to massage my butt cheeks. All of that made me feel amazingly loved, to the point that it only felt natural that I reciprocate.

I loved kissing Peter, and I loved intimately caressing his sexy butt cheeks as he massaged mine. And I loved how my erect cock felt as it rubbed against Peter’s tummy. But then Peter suddenly stopped, and said, “We have to stop right now, or I’ll be fucking you before you know it, and I don’t think your doctor would approve of that.

Peter was right. Had we gone on a second longer I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from getting totally sexual with him. Peter then turned onto his back and picked up his laptop again. And then, once connected to my Wi Fi, he signed onto a gay porn site by the name of “gaymaletube.com”. The screen of his laptop soon filled with several rows of small pictures, all depicting varying kinds of gay sex acts. Then, after turning his screen to face me, he asked, “Have you gone on many gay porn sites?”

“No,” I said, “In fact, I’ve kind of purposefully avoided them.”

“Why?” he asked, “There’re really quite fun?”

“I know this will sound dumb, but I’ve avoided them because I’ve been afraid they might make me gay.”

“Are you afraid of that now?”

I thought for a second, and then while taking in his washboard tummy, I said, “No. To tell you the truth, for the first time in my life I want to be gay. I want to be my true self, and I want to show you how much I love you.”

Peter put his laptop back down, and then turned back to me so he could take me in another hug. Soon he was pushing his hands into my underpants again, where I felt both of his hands not only all over my butt cheeks, but his fingers searching and probing my ass crack until I felt a finger at my anus. Then he maneuvered down under my covers and took my cock in his mouth. I had read about gay guys doing that. I had even seen pictures of them doing such things in magazines. But actually feeling his mouth and tongue on my erect cock was all but magical. In fact, I didn’t think anything could feel any better until one of his fingers pushed into my anus, an act that caused my mind to flood with so many feelings and emotions that I immediately ejaculated in Peter’s mouth. That came as a wonderful surprise to me, causing everything that was happening between us to suddenly seem natural, right, and so perfectly satisfying that I knew Peter and his cute little fanny were exactly right for me. In fact, so right that I wanted to fuck his sweet little narrow butt and butthole right then and there.

But Peter came out from under the covers and said, “That’s it. We went too far. Your doctor would shoot me if he ever found out about this. I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

“No please, I don’t want you to stop. I want to fuck you.”

“No John. We’ve already gone too far, so we have to stop now.” And then he pulled my head to his chest and just held it there for several seconds. I knew he was trying to calm me down, but I kissed, and then sucked his right nipple into my mouth and began working my tongue all over his breast. Unfortunately, Peter even thought that was too much for me to do at that stage of my recovery, and so he pulled his nipple from my mouth, and said, “Okay, John, that’s enough. We have to calm down now. Do you understand? It’s important.”

And I said, “But I want to suck your cock.”

“Yea, and I want you to do that.” He said, “But for now I think it’s best that we settle down and just watch a little porn so you can get a better idea of all the wonderful ways we can love and bring pleasure to each other.”