“Did your dad just give you permission to be out as late as you like, with me?”

“Yes, I think so. They must really like you.”

“Of course. What’s not to like?”

“I haven’t found anything yet, Peter, but I will keep looking.”

“Nick, have you had too much to drink?”

“What, two glasses of wine? No, I’m fine. I just feel the slightest buzz. Besides, you had the same.”

“It’s a beautiful evening,” Peter smoothly changes the subject slightly as we get near to his apartment. “Do you want to walk some more?”

“Not really. Could we just relax at your place for a while?” I really didn’t try to sound suggestive, but I somehow managed to put a very odd tone into the word ‘relax’. New me is already forward, but tipsy new me is really pushing the boundaries. I like new me a lot.

“Sure, we can relax.” Now I know I’ve been busted. Peter manages to use the exact-same suggestive tone as I did, only somehow even more-so.

Peter pushes the apartment door closed behind us as I turn back towards him and slide in close, my arms circling his torso and pulling him in tight. His arms slip around my shoulders and I feel the gentle pressure of a hand on the back of my neck as he pulls me tightly in to a kiss.

“Nick?”

“Yes Peter?” I don’t want to talk; I want to kiss. I also want to be wearing no clothes and on Peter’s big bed.

“Just a moment, please!”

“Sorry.” I move back from him enough to be able to look deep into his blue eyes and give him the attention he demands.

“We’ve both had a bit to drink. I know we’re not drunk, but consent is a thing and it’s important. I like you being like this. I really love you when you’re so free like this, but I need to be certain.”

“Oh. I get it Peter. I can sense the speed we’re moving at now and it does feel strange, especially to me. I was a different person a few short days ago and I am aware of it.”

“Believe me, so is everyone who knows you.”

“Yeah. The thing is, I think that this is the real me. This is what I’m going to be like, going forward and I think I like that.”

“Yes, so do I.” Peter takes my hand and draws me towards his very comfortable looking couch and urges me to sit beside him. “We have plenty of time. Maybe this is a good time to talk about what we want from each other. What do you want from this relationship?”

“I want you,” I tell him simply.

“Yes. You’re going to have to do a little better than that. I need a little detail. Look, we’re clearly going to be intimate. Even more intimate than we’ve already been and I’ve had a little more experience than you. I just need an idea of what you’re expecting. Is there anything you feel uncomfortable about us doing together?”

“Oh, do all gay couples have to have this sort of conversation?”

“I think all couples do. Well, I think that they should, at least. When things get heated, sometimes I will worry that there was a limit to the implied consent.”

“Oh, I see what you mean. Jack told me he accidentally embarrassed himself when he first had oral sex with a girl.”

“Yes, exactly. These things don’t seem important, but that’s a great example. Would you be okay with that? If we’re having oral sex, can I come in your mouth?”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“These actually are important questions, aren’t they. I never really thought about it. I just assumed we’d do everything and anything and figure it out as we go along.”

“Yes, I thought you might see things that way. That’s your inexperience and hormones talking. I can’t do that. I need to know what you’re confident and happy with. It can be hard to talk about, but I love you and don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fine. I’ll be embarrassed, but ask away.”

“Paul, remember you don’t have to feel embarrassed. I already love you and there’s no pressure to do any particular thing together.”

“Kiss me again before we go on?” I lean over towards him in anticipation.

“Better?” Peter asks when we finally break apart.

“Hmm…”

“Good. Let’s start with what we know. Masturbation is fine, whether solo, or mutual.”

“Yes.”

“Right, we mentioned oral a moment ago. Will you let me suck your cock and will you suck mine?”

“Yes, I actually really want to do that.”

“Good. What about ejaculating? I’m fine if you want to come in my mouth – actually I like it. How do you feel about it.”

“I think I’ll be fine with it. I’ve licked my fingers a couple of times and it tastes weird, but I don’t see it as a problem. Yes, it’s fine.”

“Can we continue this?”

“Yes. It’s a bit clinical talking about this stuff, but now I really can see it’s important. There’s not much left to talk about anyway.”

“No. I’m not into anything kinky. No pain, no peeing, no ropes or whips.”

“Eww… No, definitely not.”

“Well, that wasn’t too difficult, was it? Now there’s really only one thing left. Sex. Penetrative anal sex.”

“You make it sound dirty by being so formal.”

“I’m sorry. Do you know all the common words that guys use?”

“Top, bottom and stuff?”

“Yeah, good. I’ll go first then. First, I do like anal. I’m versatile, but I tend to prefer to top. Coming inside is fine.”

“Peter, obviously, I have no experience!”

“Nick, I understand. What do you feel at the moment?”

“I’d like to try both top and bottom, but I think I might like being a bottom more. I really like a finger inside sometimes. Fuck this is embarrassing.”

“No, it’s really not. It’s good that you’ve experimented a little. Anyway, it’s a very important conversation, but it’s over now.”

“Peter, I’m not ready for anal just yet. I really do want you to fuck me, but I’m not quite that comfortable just now.”

“Hey, relax. I think that would be going too far at this stage as well.”

We lapse into a long but comfortable silence and, with the comfort of Peter’s arm around my shoulder, I’m not sure whether I doze off for a few moments. I’m still left feeling a little odd after such an open conversation, but I am slowly recognising the necessity of it. Peter is leaning on me, his head resting on my shoulder and his arm around my back. I will have to head for home before it gets ridiculously late, but I don’t want to go yet.

“Peter?” I whisper softly.

“Hmm…”

“Can we go into the bedroom?”

“Hmm…”

Peter stands slowly and draws me to my feet. He leads me towards his room and the little bedside lamp comes on dimly as he gently closes the door behind us.

He draws me to him and I slide my arms around him as we kiss, slowly moving my hands down his back and beyond his waist, cupping his cheeks in my hands and squeezing gently. As he does the same, he whispers in my ear, “Do you want to get naked?”

“Hmm…” I moan lightly as he nibbles softly on my earlobe. When you’re trying to get down to skin quickly and you’re also standing up, socks can be an absolute nightmare. Peter has to catch my arm as I almost topple over trying to remove the second one. “Woah!” I exclaim, but Peter just pulls me back into our tight embrace and his hands once more roam across my back and now exposed buttocks and his lips crash in to mine.

Our cocks are pressed tightly between us, throbbing as we grind them together, already slightly sticky and slick from our arousal. Peter reaches down between us and wraps his hand around the two of us, stroking gently up and down.

I draw back after a few moments and reaching down to take hold of his shaft gently, drop down onto my knees in front of him. I stare intently at his cock in my hand, drawing his foreskin back over his ridge, exposing his glistening glans. Peter shivers involuntarily as I lick a tiny droplet of pre-come from the very tip and let my tongue glide down the underside of his upturned length before licking slowly back to the tip.

I slip him gently into my mouth, my lips closing tightly around the end of his shaft as I begin to suck him gently. Slowly I move my lips up and down his length, as far as I can without gagging and practice and he moans in ecstasy.

“Together,” He manages to pant, lifting me by the shoulders and drawing me towards the bed. “Lie down on your back.”

I do as he asks and he scrambles across the mattress until he can place one knee on either side of my head. As I take him once more into my mouth he bends down and I feel the moisture and warmth as his mouth finally envelopes the throbbing tip of my cock. I let out a moan, a low guttural groan of pleasure that escapes around his shaft in my mouth.

As he starts to suck hungrily on my trembling cock, he begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth, thrusting lightly in and out of my mouth with the movement. I tilt my head back slightly and concentrate on working my tongue around his length and tip as his thrusts in and out speed up.

The feeling of his tongue gliding around my now exposed ridge is almost overwhelming. I’m usually very sensitive there and this is getting to be too much. I know I’m getting close and manage to moan “Peter!” between his now insistent thrusts into my mouth.

As his hand moves across my arse and he slips the very tip of his finger into my hole I explode into a mind-shattering orgasm. My cock pulses and pulses jet after jet of hot come into his throat.

I feel him tense moments later and can see his balls tighten slightly as his own orgasm hits. He thrusts into my mouth, almost too deep, and floods my throat with his semen. I suck hard as he releases and swallow a few times in quick succession. I always go soft right after I orgasm, but Peter seems to stay hard for a little while. I keep on sucking and licking him slowly until he groans and gently pulls himself back.

Peter is gentleman enough to not lie on top of me, turning round and instead falling onto my arm and wrapping himself into my side, one leg draped across my groin.

I hardly feel his presence and drift off to sleep for a few minutes, totally spent and buzzing from the little alcohol I had earlier and the massive dose of endorphins I’ve just been given.

“Nick, love?” A soft and gentle voice in my ear brings me back to wakefulness so gently that I only open my eyes and don’t stir.

“Hmm…”

“It’s after one. You need to go home!”

“Did you just call me ‘love’?”

“Yes love, but you do need to go home. Your dad will kill me if you’re not at breakfast.”

“I want to stay!”

“I want you to stay. Soon, okay?”

“Yeah. Soon.”

“Now, get dressed and go home.” He slaps me lightly on the bare arse again to punctuate his demand.

“I told you the last time, I’m keeping track of those.”

I struggle back into my clothes and, finally realizing how late I am, dash towards the door of the apartment. As I open the door I stop and turn for one more kiss from my still naked boyfriend before rushing out into the darkness, faster than the corridor lights can turn on.

As I charge down the stairwell – at least these lights are always on – I realize I’m never going to walk home this late or this tired.

<Nexima, how quick can I get a cab?>

<About two minutes, if you are outside the school.>

<Call it please, Nexima.>

<Yes Nick, it is on the way.>

“What the hell happened to you?” Dad mutters when I stagger into the kitchen the following morning, dressed only in yesterday’s boxers. “What time of the morning did you crawl in at?”

“It was only just after one.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe that. What time really? I was trying to trust you.”

“Dad, it was just after one. The Therapy AI, in its infinite wisdom, hit me with another session last night.”

“Really?”

“Yes Dad, really. No amount of fooling around could leave me this tired. Call Paul and check if you don’t believe me. I’m just drained, running on empty. He did tell me the AI would try and get a couple of sessions in before I have to start work on Monday.”

“Okay son, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Parenting is hard.”

“Hey, Dad, you’re doing fine so far. It’s just… I’m not a kid anymore.”

“No Nick, you’re not. I know you need space to be yourself and I’m trying to let you have that. Starting work basically makes you an adult, but you do still live under our roof and there are rules.”

“Yes Dad. I know and I understand. I’m a little late to the relationship thing, but I do really like Peter.”

“That much is obvious. As is how much he likes you. Look, there isn’t a curfew. That would just be childish and churlish at this point. I trust you to be careful and take intimacy seriously, whether it is with Peter or anyone else.”

“Dad! Do we really need to be having this conversation?”

“Well, maybe not. Possibly a little too late?”

“Possibly.”

“No, not my business. Just, as long as you live here, you need to keep us in the loop. Peter’s always welcome to stay here if you want, but I suspect you’d prefer to be at his place?”

“Yes, and you’re both okay with that? If I wanted to stay at Peter’s, I mean?”

“Don’t be surprised that your Mum and I have talked about this. The way you two act together is pretty obvious. Yes, you are an adult and of course you can spend the night with Peter if you want. Adults do adult things, Nick.”

“See, Dad, you really are doing okay at the being a parent thing. I love you both.”

“Thanks son. Now, either get dressed or get back to bed!”

“Bed, I think. I need a few more hours. Don’t worry, I’ll not spend all day sleeping. I’ve some stuff to do to prepare for work. I may need to do a little shopping. They have a dress code.”

“Wow, I was right. Adult.”