Someday, page 3
But then the time for checking each other out was over, and Diego let out a holler and dove into the water. Dalton followed him, and what the heck, Lucas did too!
It was wonderful. The pool was heated, so even though there was a chilly bite to the air, it didn’t bother them. They swam, and Lucas found it exhilarating to be swimming without a stitch of clothing on—vulnerable and yet powerful at the same time. He wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel so free. Shouldn’t it be just like taking a bath? Except it wasn’t. It wasn’t like taking a bath at all.
Soon they were laughing and splashing each other and playing grab ass, and Diego even grabbed him… somewhere else… and Lucas’s heart had nearly leapt from his throat.
A boy! A boy had touched his penis! God. If only Dalton would touch him there! He wished he had the nerve to touch Dalton there. But of course he didn’t.
Then, when it was time to get out and because it had gotten even chillier, they scrambled across the deck and through the open sliding doors into the family room. The very same room where a game of spin-the-bottle had been played once upon a time. After drying off with huge, obviously expensive, luxurious towels, Diego and Dalton surprised him when they made no move to get dressed. They simply sprawled casually on the love seat and the couch as if they lay around naked together all the time.
God! Maybe they did!
Lucas found he didn’t like the idea.
Diego jumped up, turned on his parents’ big stereo system, and said he would get them all something to drink, and Lucas worried it would be vanilla vodka again, but luckily it was just some Pepsis.
After a bit, Lucas got over his worry about sitting around without any clothes on—stopped worrying that Diego and Dalton were comparing him to themselves (and that he didn’t measure up) and in no time found it began to feel quite natural to be naked.
They started talking about the normal things boys talked about.
Sports—which Lucas cared little for but pretended he did.
Cars—Diego liked Camaros, but Dalton loved Mustangs; he was a Ford man all the way.
Music—Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” was playing on the stereo, and they all thought it was a hot song, even if it wasn’t as cool as the Run DMC version of “Walk This Way.” Lucas was disappointed that Diego gave the thumbs-down on Savage Garden’s “Truly, Madly, Deeply.” But then Lucas had a personal reason for liking that one—it made him think of Dalton. Diego did like “You’re Still the One” even if it was country. And then they all sang along with Will Smith’s “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It,” which was fun and somehow… well… sexy. Because Lucas had a deep suspicion that getting jiggy wasn’t only about dancing.
Movies—Diego loved Armageddon, but Lucas preferred Deep Impact and was happy as could be when Dalton agreed.
Television—they all agreed that Bart on The Simpsons was too funny—
“Eat my shorts!” cried Diego.
“Ay caramba!” exclaimed Dalton.
“Don’t have a cow, man!” Lucas added in his best imitation of Bart (and he was thrilled when everyone roared with laughter).
—and The Sopranos was really cool (which made Lucas decide not to mention how much he liked Touched by an Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer).
Then somehow the subject changed to girls.
Because by then Diego had brought up Buffy himself and couldn’t stop talking about how much Sarah Michelle Gellar turned him on and how he would like to stick her with his stake, and he thrust his crotch out and wiggled his penis.
“You’re not going to stick anybody with it floppin’ around like that,” Dalton observed.
“Don’t worry,” Diego informed him. “You know I can make it plenty hard.”
Lucas flushed at that. Flopping penises and talk about getting it hard struck something deep, deep inside, and anxiousness swept over him again. And just what the heck did he mean when he said that Dalton knew how hard it got?
Dalton said that it was Jennifer Anniston that got him hard, and then they looked at Lucas and he blurted, “Gillian Anderson,” because he didn’t think it was okay to say David Duchovny, even though Lucas got all excited whenever the actor on X-Files smiled.
“Oh, yeah!” Diego said. “That red hair! And those boobs!” He held his hands cupped out in front of him as if the actress had breasts bigger than Dolly Parton’s. “I wonder if her hair down there”—he pointed at his own pubic hair—“is as red as up here?” And then he was fluffing a nonexistent bouffant.
And how gay did that look?
That’s when they started talking about the “real” chicks they knew and not just celebrities. Diego asked Dalton about someone named Rebecca, and Dalton said, “Ah, she’s okay.” And Diego said, “Didn’t you take her to Dairy Queen last week?” and Lucas couldn’t say anything—his mouth simply fell open when Dalton replied that yes he had, but it had been no big deal.
Rebecca? Lucas closed his mouth quickly. Who was Rebecca, and why hadn’t he heard about her before?
Dalton gave him a guilty look.
“Did you kiss her?” Diego wanted to know.
“No,” Dalton said, and Lucas couldn’t get over how relieved he was.
“You gonna take her out again?”
“Maybe,” Dalton answered, looking down, decidedly not at Lucas.
“You think you could nail her?” Diego looked very eager as he asked the question.
Dalton simply shrugged.
“What about Sam?” Diego asked, and it took Lucas a moment to realize that Diego was talking to him—about Samantha.
“What about her?”
“Have you tapped some of that?”
Lucas gave him a questioning look.
Diego rolled his eyes. “You know. Fooled around with her.”
“Sam?” Lucas almost laughed but through some miracle didn’t. And he knew when he told her about this later, she certainly would. “No.”
“Nothing?” Diego said, incredulity in his voice.
Lucas looked at him, feeling like some animal caught in the headlights of an onrushing car. “We kissed,” he blurted. Which was true. They had. Not ten feet from where he was sitting right now. It wasn’t a lie.
“Cool!” Diego said eagerly, then reached down and started fondling his penis. Right there in front of them! “Did you get any boobage?”
Now Lucas really had to fight to keep his expression neutral. Diego was getting hard again. But not just a little bit.
“Boobage?” Lucas asked.
“Have you gotten to play with them yet?”
Lucas froze for a minute. Play with Sam’s breasts? The idea was ridiculous! But somehow he knew not to say that. But he couldn’t pretend that he had. He knew that would be wrong. And not because it was a lie. It would be wrong to make up that kind of thing about a girl, especially Sam. Lucas glanced to his right, hoping to get a clue what to say from Dalton, and…. Oh God, oh God, oh God…! Dalton was touching himself down there too.
Lucas forced himself to look away, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. He tried to think of another way to answer Diego without lying. He’d accidentally sort of grabbed one of Sam’s breasts once when he spun around to ask her a question and hadn’t realized she was standing closer to him than he’d thought. He’d been terribly embarrassed, and she’d thought it hilarious.
But he tried something else instead.
“I feel funny about answering that,” he replied. “I think it would really hurt her feelings if she knew I was talking about her that way. I really like her, Diego.” And that was the truth.
Diego sighed. “What the hell ever. She sure seems to be into you.”
“What about you and Julie,” Dalton asked Diego (thank God!).
“We make out all the time,” Diego said. “And I’ve played with her boobs. God, I love her boobs. She’s rubbed my dick through my jeans.”
“Cool,” Dalton said.
“But she won’t let me take it out! It’s so fucking frustrating. Jorge, my cousin, gets blowjobs all the time. God, I want a blowjob so bad!”
“Me too,” Dalton said, and Lucas agreed, because it seemed to be what he was supposed to say.
Both Diego and Dalton were totally hard by now. Their erections stood up like pillars, and it was all Lucas could do not to stare. Lucas covered his own hardening penis casually—letting a hand fall in place as if he didn’t even know he was doing it—embarrassed and incredibly excited at the same time.
“Do you jerk off yet, Lucas?”
Lucas froze, stunned at Diego’s question. Did he jerk off? Oh, yes. He’d discovered masturbation about a year before, and it was quite simply brilliant. He almost always pictured Dalton when he did it, although he was never quite sure just what to picture them doing. He would focus on that all-too-short a look he’d gotten of Dalton naked that day in the shower and then pretend that Dalton was encouraging him to masturbate—watching and urging him on.
And now—oh God, now—this was no mere glimpse he was getting tonight, and Dalton was hard, and Lucas had a perfect picture for future nights alone in his bed.
“Let’s see,” Diego said. “Show us what you got, Lucas!”
It was more a command than a request, and Lucas could feel his face blazing with embarrassment.
Diego was openly stroking himself now, and watching the foreskin slide back and then up over the head was fascinating, and Lucas found he couldn’t look away.
He gulped hard and turned to Dalton, who nodded his encouragement. And God, his penis. It was so big. Lucas couldn’t believe it. Dalton was slowly stroking it, and his balls were hanging over the edge of the couch. Lucas’s balls weren’t nearly as big. Neither was his erection. Would they laugh?
Horribly, he felt the sudden urge to cry.
But then Dalton nodded again—Do it, he mouthed—and Lucas was stunned to see, yes, hunger in Dalton’s eyes.
So, taking a huge, long breath, Lucas leaned back and slowly, cautiously spread his legs.
“That’s it…,” Diego hissed, and Lucas blinked in surprise.
Almost in terror, Lucas glanced over at Dalton, and he was smiling, nodding again. “Yeah, Lucas. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”
Really? Really? He had to be at least an inch or more shorter than Diego, two for sure less in length than Dalton, and he didn’t have half as much pubic hair. No hair on his legs either, only a wisp under his arms.
But they didn’t think what he had wasn’t good enough, did they? They actually seemed to like it. He was almost dizzy with gratitude.
“You guys too,” he somehow managed. Because God—they were so sexy. Especially Dalton, of course. He wanted to go to his friend right then. Beg him to let him touch him… down there.
Now Diego was explicitly masturbating; it was no longer casual. That was what they all were doing. He watched Dalton again and thought his hero’s erection was just as beautiful as the brown eyes he’d fallen into the day they met a lifetime ago.
“Do it,” Diego said. “Do it!”
So Lucas did. It was all he could do to keep himself from finishing in seconds. He watched them both, but he was watching Dalton far more. He had dreamed of this—literally. Dalton had been his first wet dream and the star of several since then. His mouth slowly opened, his throat began working, and he didn’t know why.
“Look at him,” Diego hissed. “So fucking hot.” Suddenly Diego was on his feet and, a second later, standing directly in front of Lucas, his erection less than a foot from his face. “Lucas.” He was whispering huskily. “You like it. I know you do. You want to suck it. I can tell. Suck me, Lucas, please!”
Lucas drew back, shocked.
What? Suck it? Diego wanted him to suck his penis? Gross!
Diego reached out, put his hand behind Lucas’s neck, and gently at first, and then not so gently, pulled him forward.
Lucas shook his head. Diego’s erection drew closer. No. No!
“No!” he cried and somehow resisted Diego’s strength.
And then Dalton was standing there. His erection was big and hard and God, no! Was he going to do the same thing? Force him to—
“Diego. He said no. Fucking lay off.”
Diego fell back a step. “Damn it, Dalton! Look at him.” He pointed at Lucas. “He wants it. All he needs is a little encouragement. You can see he’s a cocksucker! He’s just afraid ’cause he’s never done it before.”
“He said no,” Dalton reiterated, his voice rumbling.
“He wants it!” Diego practically shouted.
“No.” Lucas was fighting to keep himself from crying now. His erection was almost gone. “I don’t want to!” But then he found himself looking at Dalton’s erection again, and to his surprise, in that instant knew that if it had been Dalton who asked, he would have done it.
And maybe liked it.
He trembled.
If he’d ever had any doubt that he was gay, it was gone in that instant, with that thought.
Dalton gave Diego a little push. “Sit down,” Dalton commanded, and with a loud groan, Diego did what he was told.
Dalton sat down next to Lucas and put his arm around Lucas’s shoulders, sat close enough that their thighs were touching. Dalton’s penis was still hard, but not like before. “Do you want to go home?” his best friend asked him. “We can leave right now. You know…. If you want to.”
But feeling Dalton’s thigh against his own, their skin touching, looking down at Dalton’s penis, Lucas knew. As much as Diego had scared him—almost ruined everything—Lucas did not want to go home.
“N-no,” he said. “I want to stay.”
Then Dalton laid his cheek against Lucas’s head, and oh, the weight of it and the heat of his leg against Lucas’s. The arm around him. It was all the most exciting moment Lucas had ever experienced. His penis surged back up to its full length. And when Dalton asked him if he was sure, he told him yes, he definitely wanted to stay.
So Dalton pulled his arm from around his shoulder, scooted over, and leaned back in the corner of the couch—looking at him. So Lucas did the same, sat back in the other corner, and when Dalton began to stroke his beautiful penis—cock, Diego called it a cock, and of course he had heard that before, and that’s what it was—Lucas did the same.
“Oh fuck,” Diego said. “That’s so fucking hot!”
Lucas didn’t even look, for he’d forgotten Diego was even in the room. He didn’t care. He truly only had eyes for Dalton. He was watching Dalton’s face now, his beautiful face. Then his cock, and oh, that was such a sexy word. Then his face again.
Dalton was speeding up, and his breath was catching, and he was grunting, moaning, and Lucas was too, and feeling his orgasm rushing up on him fast. Then before he knew it, Dalton was shouting and it was happening. Great jets of sperm were shooting high into the air, and with a cry, Lucas was shooting as well, and it was so exquisite it hurt, as well as nearly making him black out from the unbelievable power of it. It felt like someone was roughly squeezing his testicles, and his sperm—his cum—launched out of him, he knew only pleasure undreamt of.
Then he thought maybe he did pass out there, because he was swimming in a thick warm blackness and slowly became aware that Dalton was shaking him awake.
He was smiling shyly at Lucas and asking him, “Are you okay there, buddy?”
Lucas was. Oh, he was!
He looked around him, and Diego wasn’t there, and he could look back into Dalton’s beautiful eyes and fall in love.
Diego came back into the room carrying hand towels and passed them out, and they cleaned themselves off—boy, what a mess!—and then Diego said maybe they should get some shut-eye.
So they put on some underwear; Lucas put his shorts on as well for good measure. They pulled the couch open—it turned out to be a sofa bed—and Diego said he would take the love seat, which sent Lucas’s heart racing again. He would be sleeping with Dalton!
Diego turned out the lights, and Lucas and Dalton got in the bed. Lucas wondered if Dalton would cuddle with him.
He didn’t. He kept firmly to his side of the bed.
It wasn’t a comfortable bed, but Lucas found he didn’t care.
Dalton wasn’t snuggling with him—and how amazing would that have been—but he was only a foot away. And a foot wasn’t that much, after all.
Lucas sure wasn’t complaining.
Something new had begun, and he couldn’t wait to see what it would be.
3
DALTON’S PARENTS drove them home the next morning, and then Dalton walked him to his door. He had been strangely silent all morning, and Lucas couldn’t help but be worried. He couldn’t even finish the breakfast Diego’s mother had made them.
Then, as they stood on the front stoop, before Lucas could say anything, Dalton said, “I am so sorry, Lucas.”
Lucas saw pure agony on his friend’s face. “Dalton?”
“I—I don’t know what made me let you go to Diego’s.”
“Let me?” Lucas said. “I wanted to go!”
“But you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You didn’t know what was going on. What Diego had planned. Fuck. What I was going along with!”
And, God! There were tears in Dalton’s almond-shaped eyes! One rolling down his cheek!
“What are you saying?” Lucas asked quietly.
Dalton’s eyes were glistening. “I set you up.” He shut them. “Oh God, Lucas. I’m so sorry. I want to fucking punch myself! I deserve it. I deserve to have the shit beat out of me!”
Lucas shook his head. Right then all he could think of was how wonderful it had been to sleep the whole night so close to the love of his life—and he knew, just as he had somehow known on the day they both met all those years ago, that Dalton was the love of his life. When he realized Dalton couldn’t see him shaking his head, he reached out and laid a hand on his friend’s arm.
