Summer

The sun coming through the window woke me, and I checked the alarm. It was after seven. “Shit! Dare.” I moaned, shaking him, “Dare, you got to wake up.”

“Um, don’t, want to sleep,” he mumbled.

“It’s seven o’clock. You got to get back to your own bed before…” I was still shaking him.

He rolled over and looked at me with one eye open. “Whose bed am I in then?”

“Mine. I brought you here because…look, there’s no time to explain it all. You got to get out of here.”

He stretched, yawned, looking like he wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere. “Don’t panic, Steve. My father has left for the airport already, and mother is still sleeping. She was starting with one of her migraines yesterday. She’ll be in her room all day. Has to stay where it’s dark, no sound, you know.”

“But the staff, they’ll—”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the staff. It’s Sunday, relax. Oh man, how much did I drink last night? I feel as if my head was used for a bowling ball.”

“A lot,” I said, settling back down on my pillow. I placed my hand under my head and stared at the ceiling, trying not to let my gaze trail over to him. In the morning light, it was all there to see, and it was just a little too much. Darren had an early morning erection, and the head of his cock was peeking out over the top of his shorts. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and my own cock was beginning to respond.

“Oh God, I’m hard,” Darren said suddenly. “The booze didn’t do a damn thing to put a damper on that.”

“Do you wake up hard every morning?” I managed, my breathing sounded weird, even to me.

“Yeah,” he said, suddenly glancing over at me, “and from the looks of it,” he laughed slightly, “so do you.”

* * * *

And now, all those years later, I think of that moment, of the way his gaze met mine, of the sultry quality of his deep, male voice, and my body reacts in the exact same way. Hard. I was intending to go outside to walk in the park, but the most I could do was sit. My thoughts wouldn’t release me. And I knew that now I had started it, I couldn’t stop.

We were looking into each others eyes, the way we had when he’d first arrived, both of us knowing what it was all about but not quite sure what to do about it, or if we should do anything about it at all. I reached out to him, my hand shaking like a drunk needing a drink. I touched his chest with my fingertips. I saw him swallow then grab my hand and hold it there for a second. “What are we doing?” I asked.

“What we’ve been wanting to do from the moment I arrived,” he said softly.

“You’ve done this before,” I said, rather than asked. I knew he had. I was hurt. I was really hurt.

As if sensing my reaction or maybe it just showed in my face, he said, “It was nothing. It wasn’t all the way. Just this guy, he…” He looked down at his own cock. “Well, he…”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. I could do that. I could do that just fine, better than any little snot-nosed preppie at St. James Academy. I did what I’d been dying to do all night. I whipped down those briefs and took his cock between my fingers.