QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Peter’s End

Peter’s End
By Steve Prince
“Can’t tonight boys,” I gushed, “Momma’s gotta date!”
“Oooohhh,” Alex cooed, while Omar, Cody, and Troy smiled.
It was Saturday and the four of us had just finished a brisk walk through Santa Monica, right by Alex’s condo. We sat in the grass under the shade of trees. I often have to remind myself it’s November in California; I’m still not used to the beautiful weather.
We all tried to hang out with Alex on Saturdays, but all four of us could rarely make the visit at the same time. Hanging out usually involved a day of enjoying the beach outside, then brunch, and then enjoying Alex’s pool and hot tub—a nice weekend tradition.
“I see how you are,” Troy teased. “Instead of going to see a hot shirtless werewolf movie with us you’d rather fuck your boyfriend.”
“Can I skip the movie and go with Stevie?” Cody interrupted.
We laughed as the ocean breeze rustled loudly in the palms above us.
“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I don’t know if I’ll be the one doing the fucking, but it will be fun.”
A collective, “What?” issued from all four of them. Shit the bed. Why did I just say that?
Omar, who had been lying on the grass, sat up. “Steve Prince,” he said, “you mean you haven’t fucked him?”
“No,” I said, knowing where this was going. I really didn’t want to bring this up right now.
“When did you become strictly a bottom?” Alex asked honestly.
“I’m not,” I said.
“Then why aren’t you fucking him?” Troy asked. “Or do you not want to?”

“Hell yeah I do,” I said honestly. “Have you seen his ass?”
Peter really has the most amazing bubble butt you’ve ever seen. I could pitch a tent in Rimtown and stay forever.
Reading my thoughts, Troy’s face grew serious. “Wait a second,” he said, his brow furrowing, “have you gone to Rimtown?”
I shook my head no and Troy gasped.
“Oh, stop being dramatic and stupid!” I said pushing him. I knew he was teasing, but for some reason it hit me close to home.
“Wait,” Omar said, “what about your theory?”
“What theory?” I asked trying to play dumb.
Omar smiled, knowing I knew full well what he meant. “Don’t give me that, Steve Prince,” he said, shaking his finger at me and smiling. “You’ve told me, and I quote, ‘If a guy is only willing to top or bottom, then that’s a sign of their ability to be equal in a relationship. People have to compromise.’ End quote.”
Damn him. I did say that. I believed it then, and I still believe it now. I was about to defend myself, when Cody interrupted.
“I totally get it,” Cody said. “Peter’s not ready, but you love him.”
The other boys collectively turned to look at him.
“Getting anything done to your ass can be hard to get over,” Cody said. “It was for me. I had this hang-up that getting my cocked sucked made me more of a man, but getting fucked in the ass made me less of one.”
He was right. The other boys sat nodding their heads in agreement, as the palms above us wrestled with the wind once more.
Later that night…
Peter moaned as I kissed his neck. Goosebumps began covering his naked body. Slowly and methodically, I began to work down his torso to his dick.
With a quick intake of air and an “Ah fuck,”escaping from his lips, Peter’s body stiffened as I began to suck him.
And then I thought of the boys.
EWWWW!!! I didn’t want to think about my friends while having sex. Gross. I tried to push them from my mind and focus on the task at hand. A pretty big task too, I might add.
I changed techniques and Peter squirmed and moaned.
I took his balls into my hand, and then Troy’s voice popped into my head, “Have you taken him to Rimtown?”
DAMN YOU, TROY! I do NOT want to think about that now. Wait a minute, then why was my hand caressing it’s way down Peter’s taint towards his ass?
Hmm. Maybe he’d be okay with it? I could just start slow. Ugh. The boys were right—I did want to fuck him. Badly. It felt incomplete for me to be with a guy and not be able to share that type of intimacy. I wanted it so much, but I didn’t want to push my own agenda on Peter. I knew he needed time and so I was just trying to be patient.
Patience pushed aside, my index finger now encircled his asshole. Just keep sucking his dick, I told myself. Don’t lose focus Steve. Keep him occupied with the dick sucking.
My finger began to penetrate him. He stiffened and at the same time his hand fell on the back of my head. He rubbed my hair softly. Was this his way of saying it was okay?
For five minutes, my finger played with his hole, but it felt like seven minutes in heaven. He was so tight, which made me hornier.
Maybe I was pushing my luck but I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to taste his ass like Violet Beauregarde wanted that damn purple gum in that mother fucking Willy Wonka movie!
Tenderly I began to lick his balls—which Peter loves. After I’d been there for a bit, I slowly began to roll him over, letting my tongue drag along his cheeks.
Okay so unless he’s an idiot, he got the idea. Obligingly, Peter rolled on his stomach and practically presented his ass to me.
“God damn,” I said audibly. He ass really is perfect. The perfect size. The perfect bubble. The perfect amount of perfect hair. I lowered my head.
And I licked it.
A sigh issued from Peter’s mouth. A long sigh like a mummy who had taken his first breath after a thousand years.
I licked again.
He sighed harder.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into his ass. Well, shit the bed.
Choo-Choo! All aboard on a one way ticket to Rimtown!!!!!
I did some good work down there… some fine work. Maybe not my best because I still felt so nervous. But Troy—the mayor of Rimtown—would have been proud.
I seriously considered a motorboat when quickly Peter rose up curled around. He looked at me hugging his knees. His face looked white.
“I can’t Steve,” he whispered. “I can’t.”
I didn’t want to feel angry and hurt, but I did. I felt my face flushed. What the fuck? He just shoved my face in his ass not two minutes ago and now he can’t? How about he won’t? Mixed messages much? As much as I love him, I can’t figure him out sometimes.
Ahh! Damn you Peter! I get it; this is hard for you, but what about me? When the fuck do you listen to what I want?
These thoughts raged in my head, but as soon as he said, “I’m sorry.” I pushed them back down.
I moved toward Peter. I hugged him and kissed his cheek. I did want to be supportive. We both got back under the covers and held one another.
After a while Peter whispered, “Steve?”
“Yeah,” I answered, trying swallow my thoughts from spilling out of my mouth.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I said automatically.
We made love. He fucked me. Again.
Afterwards in the bed, Peter was drifting calmly to sleep. I rested my head on his chest, brow furrowed. As he began to softly snore, my thoughts kept me company.
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Years after moving from Oklahoma, Steve Prince is still acclimating to the gay scene in Los Angeles—he’s a slow learner. By trial and error and a lot of sex, his mission is to make the uncomfortable, comfortable. Also it should be known that he is gayer than butt sex.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men