Keeping It in the Family
Todd lay on the bed for a while after Darin left, only getting up to open the window and let in the late summer air. His parents may not notice anything when they came back to the room, (did his folks even remember what cum smelled like?) but he didn’t want to risk it. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror on the wall. Thin but a great build, good-sized dick, and decent nipples.
He was much cuter than Darin.
Darin’s excuse of checking out the campus had been lame. Todd knew he was probably checking out the guys. Good luck. The chances of getting laid once on their first day had been remote enough, but twice? It didn’t matter to Todd if Darin got lucky again; they were only roommates. If they never had sex again, Todd would be fine. If the situation did come up, Todd wouldn’t turn it down. At least not until something better came along.
Todd had sensed Darin hadn’t believed his claim of not having any prior experience. There hadn’t been any “jack-off buddy” in his neighborhood; that was an invention Todd got from the few gay porn magazines he’d managed to read. Todd hadn’t wanted to reveal too much to this new roommate who was still a stranger and who definitely wouldn’t understand what had happened this past summer. Maybe if he and Darin ended up being friends, he’d tell him about Craig. But even before Craig, there had been Don.
Todd had known he liked other boys since he was young. He’d pore over his mother’s Sears catalog looking at the men’s underwear section, and whenever a daytime talk show would feature male strippers -which happened every other month- he’d fake an illness to stay home from school. Nobody ever connected his absences to the fact that men in g-strings were on “Donahue.” Todd didn’t have a girlfriend; he didn’t see the point of getting into a situation that promised to only get messy. He never once considered telling anybody what he was feeling; hearing his friends talk about AIDS as the “fag disease” kept him silent.
When Todd entered high school in the Fall of 1987, he found himself attracted to men his own age for the first time. The boys had bloomed from the gawky people they’d been in middle school, and Todd kept his head down in the showers after gym class. Getting a boner while naked among your classmates was not a way to evade detection.
Despite all the newly handsome boys running around, the one guy whom Todd became infatuated with- an infatuation that, unlike a few crushes, had never faded - was his best friend, Ronaldo “Don” DeOliveira.
Todd and Don had been friends since fifth grade when Don moved to town and ended up sitting next to Todd in homeroom. Don’s parents were Portuguese immigrants. Somehow, that made Don a pariah with most of the other kids. Todd had Portuguese blood, though he didn’t speak the language nor did his parents, but their heritage and love of the X-Men had bound the two boys together. Todd liked Don’s dark hair and dark brown, almost black, eyes as well as his quiet demeanor.
As they grew older and Don filled out, he started playing baseball and his status as an outsider was rescinded. Don would periodically vanish from Todd’s life whenever he’d start dating a girl, but that only lasted a few months at a time. When Don was off with the new girl, Todd watched a lot of TV. Then Don and the girl would break up, he and Todd would hang out again for a time, Don would meet a new girl and the cycle renewed itself. Don never asked Todd why he never dated, even though girls were always asking if Todd was available.
One evening during their senior year, Don dropped by Todd’s house unexpectedly. Don had been dating a girl named Michelle for the past month, but she was away for the long Columbus Day weekend and Don was bored. The two friends sat on Todd’s bed and watched “Night of the Living Dead” on the local PBS station. Don fell asleep halfway through and Todd stared at Don’s prone body.
Don’s athleticism had made him muscular whereas Todd considered himself annoyingly slight. Todd grew hard as he watched Don’s chest go up and down. The bottom of Don’s t-shirt was pulled up over his flat, tan stomach. Knowing from dozens of sleepovers over the years that Don was a heavy sleeper, Todd reached over and gently grabbed the waistband of Don’s shorts.
Don didn’t move.
Slowly, Todd took his other hand and pulled Don’s shorts down to his knees. Don wasn’t wearing any underwear and he looked beautiful lying on the bed with his shorts down around his knees, his t-shirt hiked up to chest, displaying a glory trail down to his pubic hair. Don’s penis wasn’t all that big, Todd was happy to see that his was quite a bit larger. He at least had that over on Don.
Afraid that any more exploration would awaken him, Todd pulled Don’s pants back to where they’d been, then went into the bathroom at the end of the hallway and beat off. Don woke up some time after midnight and went home. The next night Don came by again. If he knew what had happened, he didn’t acknowledge anything. Michelle came back from her trip at the end of the weekend; Don went back to her and the pattern of sporadically seeing one another continued. Todd didn’t try anything with Don again.
Todd graduated from high school in June, and was glad to see it come to an end. The summer was long and dull until in August, the day after Todd and Darin had first talked on the phone after receiving their roommate assignments in the mail, Todd’s cousin Craig came for a two-week visit.
Craig was five years older than Todd and the family line was tangled enough that Todd could never tell if they were third cousins or second, or once-removed. Soon after Craig had been born, his parents moved out of state and the families only saw one another once a year at reunions. Craig had stopped joining his family regularly on the visits when he was in high school and it had been over four years since Todd had last seen him. Craig had recently graduated from Cornell and was visiting from Buffalo
Craig went over to Todd first thing. “Dammit, I still picture you as a little kid, but you’re an adult,” Craig exclaimed, and then he hugged him. Todd turned red.
“You two look alike,” Todd’s mother helpfully added.
That night when Todd masturbated, he thought about Craig.
And so the week went. Todd tried to stay out of Craig’s way, which was relatively easy for Craig came and went. He took day trips into Boston or the Cape , and preferred to stay in the dining room with Todd’s parents after dinner and talk while Todd left the table.
When in bed, Todd would hear Craig moving about in the guest room next to his and he imagined Craig changing out of his clothes. One morning, Craig didn’t come home until three a.m. Todd was dying to know where he’d been.
“Are you scared of me?” Craig asked one afternoon as they were sitting in the kitchen. “You’ve barely talked the whole time I’ve been here.”
His mother was doing the dishes at the sink. “Todd’s always been shy,” she said. “Just like I was. Just like you were.”
“I was never shy!” Craig said. “Never.” He nudged Todd and grinned.
After that, Todd tried to be more relaxed around Craig but he found he had nothing to say. Their conversation was mainly limited to Todd’s upcoming move to school.
Early in the second week of Craig’s stay, Todd’s parents went to Tanglewood with friends for the evening and invited Craig along. Craig had refused, saying that he was tired and preferred to stay home. The thought of being alone in the house with Craig made Todd nervous, and since his parents had taken the car, he went out for a long bike ride. He stopped at Don’s but Don was out, so Todd traveled up and down the streets in town until bats were fluttering over head. When he returned home, he heard splashing and went out to the back patio, not turning on the light. Craig was swimming in the pool.
Craig gave a start when he saw Todd standing there. “Jesus, you scared me.”
Despite the darkness, Todd could still see the outline of his cousin’s body in the water. Craig was swimming naked. “This isn’t too weird, is it?” Craig asked.
Todd shook his head. “No, I’ve done it myself a few times,” which was true. The house was set far back enough on its lot for there to be no interference from the neighbors, with woods in the back and high fences on either side.
Craig glided over to where Todd was standing and picked up a beer can at the side of the pool. He held it up to Todd. “Sip? You drink?”
Todd took a swig. It burned going down. He and Don had sometimes stolen beer from Don’s fridge, but Todd never liked the taste.
“Did you want to come in? I’ll get out if you’re uncomfortable.” Craig started to climb out; his arms were lean and muscled.
“No, it’s okay,” Todd said. “I don’t mind. I’ll come in, though.”
He was sure Craig could see his legs shaking. He took off his shirt, pants, shoes and socks and started to get into the pool. What am I doing?
“Boxers?” Craig exclaimed. “C’mon, you’re among family.”
Todd stood back up and slipped off his boxers, keeping his back turned so Craig couldn’t see his erection. He lowered himself into the water and swam to the far end.
“Feels great, doesn’t it?” Craig asked.
The water was warm, and not much of a relief from the August humidity, but he nodded anyway. “Oh, yeah.”
Craig swam up to him. “I love swimming at night, but only in pools. I never got over seeing ‘Jaws’ when I was seven.” He rested his arm on the edge. “It’s been a nice visit.”
“Yeah?” Todd knew that was a stupid response before he said it.
Craig was quiet for a moment, and Todd thought he’d blown it. “Come over here, Todd,” Craig said quietly. Todd drifted over to him.
Craig put his hands on either side of Todd’s face and stared at him. Todd didn’t try to pull back.
“You’re so cute,” Craig said. He tilted his head forward and lightly kissed Todd on the lips, and then drew back, waiting to Todd’s reaction.
Todd only had a moment to be surprised before he then stunned himself by kissing Craig back. Craig tasted like beer, but it didn’t matter. Todd felt Craig’s hand move down his leg to the inner thigh and he massaged the spot under Todd’s balls. Nothing felt wrong about it. They climbed out of the pool together. Craig sat down on the padded chaise lounge, and pulled Todd down on top of him. They spent the next three hours exploring every inch of one another’s body.
That was how it began. For the rest of Craig’s visit, they were together every night. The night before he was to leave, Craig came into Todd’s room while he was sleeping and got into his bed. Todd woke up when he felt the mattress sag and let Craig relieve him of his shorts. He silently praised the architect who put the master bedroom downstairs at the opposite end of the house. Craig lifted Todd’s legs gently and put his tongue on Todd’s balls, going lower and lower until Todd almost exploded. Todd hadn’t ever experienced anything that amazing.
Craig kissed his way up Todd’s body, bringing him to climax by the time he’d reached the space under Todd’s chest. Todd was still hard after he came. Craig kissed him on the mouth, and then they had sex, real sex with Craig penetrating Todd initially with his fingers, then with his dick – Todd noted but never questioned why Craig had a condom and lube at the ready - as Todd lay back and took it.
Early in the morning, before Craig snuck back into the guestroom, Todd said, “I love you.”
Craig kissed him on the forehead. “I love you too.”
That was their last chance to be alone. When it came time to see Craig off at the train station, Todd felt sick to his stomach. Craig sensed it and smiled, hugging Todd chastely in front of his folks, but whispered “Love ya” in Todd’s ear. Then he was on his way back to Buffalo
The remains of the summer dragged. The only thing left to look forward to was school. Don came over to say goodbye before he left for Trinity in Hartford
Now at school for less than one day, Todd had slept with his roommate. When he and Darin were tumbling around on the bed, Todd felt like he was betraying Craig. But that was ridiculous. Craig was in Buffalo
He had yet to believe it.
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