Out of the Closet
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 27
Kenny
I looked around as I followed Javier through the living room. His house was different compared to how my mom had furnished our house. The furniture looked old, but not antique. In the living room there was a dark brown sofa and two blue armchairs. The bookcase was wooden, while the shelf under the TV was white. Everything was colorful but not consistent.
"Was that your brother we saw outside?" I asked.
"Same asshole," he said. "Probably going to get drunk with his friends."
"My parents divorced before I got siblings."
"Lucky you."
He rushed to make up his bed and picked up an armful of clothes from the floor and tossed them to the corner behind his desk. The room was small, but cozy. I sat on the edge of the bed, hoping he would sit next to me. He did, after locking the door.
"So, what would you like to do?" he asked, with the sexiest grin on his face.
"Um, I don't know," I said, blushing.
"If I'm right, you like kissing," he said, moving his head closer.
Our lips touched each other's and I closed my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, and soon his hands caressed my back. I pulled him even closer until I sensed the heat that radiated from his chest.
Jesus, he smells so good, I thought, squeezing him. It was one kiss and a hug, but it felt better than anything I had done with Hannah during our time together. When I laid my head on his shoulder, my initial nervousness shifted to a happiness I had never experienced before.
It wasn't the only effect he had on me. Despite my attempts to will it down, my erection was growing in my jeans. I tried to change my position to make it less obvious, but he probably noticed it because his hand moved toward my crotch. Soon, his fingers found the bulge in my jeans and he stroked it.
"Now I believe," he whispered in my ear. "Definitely gay."
I could feel my face turning red and I pulled my shirt down to cover my erection.
"Sorry. I guess it has a mind of it's own."
He kissed me and flashed his typical grin.
"No need for apologies," he said, laughing. "You're not the only one."
Too afraid to touch it, I stared at the rise in his jeans. It looked big, definitely bigger than mine. I bent my knees and wrapped my arms around them. I wasn't sure what was about to happen next and whether I was ready for it.
"Don't worry," he said, like he was reading my mind. "We can take it slowly."
I nodded and gave him a shy smile.
"Does that mean we're boyfriends?"
"If you want to be."
The smile on my face grew wider, and we kissed again. Finally, I began to relax, and my hands returned to his chest. His muscles felt sexy even though I touched them through the shirt. He leaned back and let me study him. My fingers moved gradually toward his jeans, but I hesitated and raised my gaze to his face. He nodded as encouragement.
"Seems that you're gay too," I said, grinning.
"Hey, I'm not the one who claimed I wasn't," he said.
"Fair enough."
He pushed me onto my back on the bed and tickled me everywhere he could, while I did my best to stop him. My attempts weren't very successful, and I ended up giggling so hard I could barely breathe. I didn't mind, however. Holding him so close to me was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
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