Turnabout is Fair Play

It was late in the summer of 1987 when Rick sprung me on his family in Denton Ohio.

Happily, his mother and father turned out to be decent people with no problem concerning their son's sexuality. I was shocked over this fact considering that we were in farm country, where I assumed, that being gay made one an outcast, and bringing your boyfriend home for a weekend was akin to setting fire to the local church...boy, was I wrong.

Rick's parents were intelligent, educated, extremely liberal people who did not tolerate their son's lifestyle ... they embraced it! Over dinner, our first night in the comfortable farm house, we sat, the four of us, and discussed the sorry state of American politics; Rick's mother, before she was married, had worked for the Democratic party in Washington and she made my head spin with tales of all kinds of skulduggery that occurred within the Beltway. Meanwhile, Rick's father, the vice president of the Public Television Station in Ohio bemoaned how the Reagan / Bush years had crippled much of the funding for his and other publicly funded broadcast stations ... so I sat, and over a sublime home-cooked meal, I fell in love with this couple, these two outstanding human beings who had given the world, and me, their beautiful son.

After dinner, that first night, Rick's folks apologized as they were due at a function. After they left, I turned to my boyfriend and said, "My god, they are perfect! Do you think they'd adopt me?"

"Sure they would", Rick replied, "And think how kinky that would be! Getting fucked by my brother!"

We went out to the porch and sat on a couple of old wooden rocking chairs while crickets and cicadas serenaded us and a half moon hung lazily above. We smoked a joint and sat enjoying the buzz in our heads as well as the one coming from the evening's choir.

After a while, he came over and sat in my lap and we kissed slowly and with a leisurely purpose... I lazily felt for the familiar lump that was, even now, rock hard in his Levi's and while still in a lip lock, traced it's outline with my left forefinger.

"Come on", he said getting up from my lap, "I want to show you my bedroom."

His room was in the finished section of the house's basement. Walls were adorned with posters of rock stars and a few baseball pennants as well as some scholastic honor badges. "My god, you are a geek!" I laughed as he charged me and we fell onto the large, very comfortable bed that was blanketed by a dark blue quilt...

...we wrestled around on the bed, laughing and grabbing at each other, I pushed his head down to my crotch and yelled out, "Suck my dick, geek!" and instead he gave my nuts a tweak through my pants and bellowed, "No way fucker! You are on my turf now!" and that made me laugh even harder and we rolled around some more until we both fell off of the bed on to the floor gasping for breath yet still taking playful jabs at each other...

Finally, worn out and still stoned, we both lay on the cool basement floor and I heard him say something...

"What?" I asked the darkness.

"I said, I am so glad I met you, I feel so lucky to have you ... I love you like you'll never know."

And I sat up and pulled him up and once more we kissed and then I told him, "I'm the lucky one, babe."

We held each other for what seemed like hours, but it was just a few minutes, and then I said, "OK, this floor is really uncomfortable" and we climbed back on to the bed and began making out like a couple of love-sick teenagers.

He had lit a candle and like always, candle light made his sea-green eyes glow like some otherworldly jewels. His reddish brown hair also caught the light and his alabaster skin shone with an almost ghostly glow...I could have eaten him alive, he was so beautiful at this moment.

"Hey," I said, "I want you to fuck me, babe."

Up until this point, we'd done almost everything sexually, but when it came to fucking, Rick was always on the receiving end from me, and tonight, I wanted him on top of the world.

He hopped off of the bed for moment and tore all of his clothes off except for his briefs. He knew I liked looking at him in his white underwear, especially when he was hard... then he slowly began gyrating, his mid-section swaying while he rubbed at his stiff cock which seemed to threaten to burst through his BVD's at any second...I watched, transfixed, as this sinewy little stud was getting himself all worked up for me... then he leaned over and I reached up and flicked at his nipples a few times, they were as hard as his cock and he laughed a deep, soulful chuckle, a crooked smile on his lips as he slowly removed his briefs revealing his penis at full staff and ready for action.

I managed to get my pants and shirt off and tossed them to the floor. Then I arched my back and removed my underwear.

With out saying a word, he knelt on the bed in front of me and raised my legs resting them on his shoulders. I watched as he made a puddle of spittle dribble from his beautiful lips onto his cock which he slathered until it glistened in the candle light.

When I felt the head of his cock enter me I breathed in and closed my eyes for a second and I raised myself up and pushed until he was in me firmly; and we both let out a deep moan at the same time, his borne of pleasure, mine of pain.

He leaned over me now and began the in and out motion. I watched his face and his slim, tightly muscled torso tense with every thrust, I reached up again and played with his nipples, yanking on them, twisting them, pinching them and he threw his head back and groaned out loud, "AWWW GOD, DAMN YOU ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT..."

I found myself biting my lower lip, and my eyes drifted about the room and there was Bono with his shirt off, and over there was Adam Ant, and over there were the Ramones, and over me, on top of me, was Rick, my archangel of lust, a vision of heaven, so damn gorgeous...

He pulled out of me and asked me to roll over, and I did then I got on my knees and lifted my ass up to meet him and he fucked me from behind, now going at it with
porn-star-like enthusiasm, slapping my ass and cursing, and banging me at a jackhammer's pace and I was past the pain, now - I was digging it, wanting more of it, and I looked over and once more saw the posters and felt myself being drawn to that state of ultimate pleasure while under the watchful eye of Adam Ant and Bono and The Ramones...and when he fell onto my back, kissing my neck, while his hips kept slamming I felt myself slip down the little rabbit hole, behind that gray wall where the fireworks are hidden while I came shooting my load on that blue comforter...

But Rick continued fucking me, his breathing now heavy, and I could feel his sweat as he was still hunched over, his cock seemed to grow bigger inside of me, and when I thought I was going to throw him off of me, because I could no longer handle him, he gave one final thrust and I felt his cum shoot into me, and he was gasping and saying, "Oh God, Oh God" over and over again and I felt his juice dripping out of me, down my inner thighs and legs and before he stopped he jerked once more, a spasm of final pleasure that caused him to yell out, "DAMN!"

He lay on top of me for a few moments, his cock slowly shrinking while still in me. His breathing becoming more regular...

When he got off of me, and rolled onto his back, I threw my arm around him and pulled him close to me. We were both too exhausted to do or say anything, so we pulled in closer and nuzzled each other and eventually, we fell into a deep untroubled sleep there in that basement bedroom under the watchful eyes of the rock stars that adorned the walls.