Cool Fools 5: The First Date

“FI-NA-FREAKIN-LY. YES. I’m done!” exclaimed Ethan, striking the air victoriously, after having printed out his twenty page research paper and stapling it.
Woody said admiringly, “I can’t believe you even took a class that already has you writing that much in the first four weeks of the new semester.”

“Well," chuckled Ethan, "if I want to become an English professor…I gotta prove that I can actually write worth a dang, ya know."
“Well, how long do you have before another monstrously long paper is due?” asked Woody.

“This is actually the longest one. But we’re supposed to build from this paper, and make it at least thirty pages by the end of the semester.”
“Your teacher is insane!”

“He’s challenging, but I think it’s great!” Ethan said, “And I also think it’s great that you’ve been staying overnight here at the library with me for the past two weeks. You have no idea how grateful I am.” Ethan pulled Woody in for a light kiss. When they pulled apart, the college boy claimed, “You know, we’ve never actually been on a date.”
Woody sighed, already missing Ethan’s tender lips. “What cha talking about? We just went out yesterday.”
“Not really. You invited Reed and the twins along. We’ve never been on a date with just the two of us.”
Woody thought. “Well, me staying here with you at the library is kinda like a date.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that so very much. But I wanna thank you for inspiring me to write…I definitely couldn’t have written a better paper without you. I think we should go out to a dinner and a movie to celebrate.”

Woody felt he had already told everyone who needed to know about their relationship—Kimora, because he was dating her; Jimmy, Billy, and Reed because they were his closest friends; and his parents because, well, they were his parents—but Woody didn’t think it was necessary for the whole town to know.

“I’m perfectly happy just to go to your house and spend time there. As long as we know that we’re going out, there’s no reason to…show off our relationship. I don’t see why anyone else has to know about us,” reasoned Woody.

“I know you’re scared, Sherwood,” Ethan said, “I know you’re not ready to be judged by the whole town. I know you’re afraid of what your high school peers would think. But people are going to find out sooner or later, Sherwood, and isn’t it better that you come out at your own time in your own accord, rather than having a rumor gradually leak out without your control?”

“Come out?” Woody snorted, “You sound so serious, as if I’ve been gay my whole life.”
“Valentine Day’s coming up,” Ethan said simply, “I know it’s a Hallmark Holiday and whatnot, but I think it’s a special day for people who are in love. And we are. I love you Sherwood, and I really want the whole world to know that.”

Woody shook his head and shrugged, “If you really want to…alright…we’ll go out.”

So the two made plans to see Modern Times, a black-and-white film starring Charlie Chaplin, at the art cinema. Ethan loved silent films, and Woody thought this was a good idea as well. Not a lot of people, especially high school kids, would go to the art cinema, particularly to watch this kind of classic film. Afterwards, they would go to Sloppy Joe’s which was a semi-fast-food restaurant. Woody assumed that if they sat and ate casually, no one would suspect a thing.

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Woody weighed the troubling dilemma. On one hand, he wanted so desperately to be fucked by Ethan again. On the other hand, he couldn’t go through the humiliating process of cleansing himself. But having gone more than a week without having Ethan inside him, Woody’s love-chute was aching more than ever, his dick was constantly hard, and his balls were raging on the edge of bursting. In the end, pushing back his pride aside, Woody went to the local drugstore and bought a twin-pack of Fleet Enema.

Woody wanted to surprise Ethan when he got home from work. With the key Ethan had given him, the young man got into the house and went straight to the bathroom, intending to prep himself the best he could, reading the instructions on the box as he eliminated his bowels beforehand.

Opening the box, Woody stepped into the shower and inserted the lubricated tip into his hole and squeezed the bottle’s solution up his rectum. He kept it in for five minutes or so before sitting back on the toilet and expelling the solution.

Making sure he was truly clean, Woody used the second enema bottle. But as he inserted the tip, the young man could feel a mild burning sensation in his intestinal walls and a bit of rashy, itchiness near his inner thigh as the solution dripped down. He continued to fill his cavity for the second time, but the irritation only worsened. Woody could only keep it in for thirty seconds.

Immediately after expelling the solution, Woody jumped back in the shower and tried to wash his reddened skin the best he could.

Knock, knock, knock.
“Hey, Sherwood, you in there?” It was Ethan’s voice.
“Yeah,” Woody answered.
“Can I come in?”
“No, I mean…sure.”

Ethan opened the door and saw the box of enema on the counter, “You cleansing yourself?”
“Yeah, but it fucking stings. How the hell do gay men put up with this every time they want to have clean sex?”
Ethan bit his lips to keep from laughing, “You used the chemicals in the bottle, didn’t you?”

“Of course, what else was I supposed to do?” Woody asked.
“Usually, I would just dump out the solution and fill the bottle with warm water.”
“Oh, fuck. Shit, why don’t they put that on the box?”
“Cause the solution is meant for people with constipation. It'll give you diarrhea if you use too much.”

“What a bitch!” Woody growled, “Why does gay sex have to be so damn difficult? When you fuck a pussy, you just snap on a condom and go after it…but this is fucking stupid!!!”

“I know I shouldn’t be laughing right now,” Ethan chuckled, “But you’re really cute when you get mad like that.”
“Well, keep on laughing,” said Woody, “Cause that’s about all the excitement you’re gonna get all night.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Ethan said, yanking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants. Kicking off his boxers, the college senior hopped into the shower stall and grabbed his boyfriend from behind.

“What are you doing? My gut is rumbling, you know!”
“I know, I know,” said Ethan, kissing his boyfriend’s neck, “But knowing that you were willing to cleanse yourself for me…that’s just incredibly HOT! And I wanna thank you, one way or the other.”

Spinning Woody around until they were face-to-face, Ethan leaned forward for a luscious, wet kiss, backing his partner against the wall, and his hands reaching down to pull at Woody’s quickly hardening cock. The younger man sighed with discontent as Ethan pulled his lips away too quickly, but soon he was moaning in pleasure as Ethan’s tongue now licked down the midline of his body, through the cleavage of his chest, through the rows of Woody’s six-pack, past the navel, until Woody’s hard dick was practically poking Ethan in the eye.

Ethan licked around the base of Woody’s wood, enticing his lover. Drawing his tongue back to the navel, testing Woody’s patience. Then coming back down again, making Woody moan in anticipation. The more Ethan teased at Woody’s cock, jingling his balls, lathering his hands around Woody’s inner thigh, the more precum dribbled out of the high schooler’s cock, the more it twitched, the more Woody grunted yearningly.

And just as Woody was about to open his mouth in complaint, Ethan engulfed Woody’s whole member, so that the only sound that came out of Woody’s mouth was a cry of sheer delight. Up and down, Ethan’s head bobbed along the shaft. Left and right, Ethan’s tongue lapped around the girth. Around and around, Ethan’s hands massaged the reddened part of Woody’s thigh, soothing the irritation away. He did everything with skill, always with purpose, always with care, always making Woody moan helplessly.

The only other person who had pleasured Woody’s cock was Reed Valentine. Reed was great, even fantastic, but what Ethan was doing to him was on a whole new level of greatness, a whole new stratum of pleasure. The pleasure could last forever, could stretch til eternity, could escalate to infinity, but the only problem was, Woody’s mortal body would wear out before it reached that point.

Woody expelled his words between short bursts of breaths, “This is it….Ethan…I have to…I’m gonna…” Gripping onto his lover’s gorgeous brown mane, Woody bucked his hips; his cock jabbing at the upper pallet of Ethan’s mouth, spilling all that he had saved for a week now. Ethan eagerly drank most of what Woody had to offer, and afterwards, stood back up to share some cum with his lover.

“But could you please…could you do me a favor?” Ethan said, pressing his hard penis at Woody’s thigh.
“My butt still itches,” said Woody.
“No, not that.” Ethan said, “I’ve been dying to have your lips around my…”
“I’m no good at it,” said Woody immediately, “You’re better off jerking yourself off.”

“Why are you so sure you’re not good?”
“I’ve experimented with Reed before,” said Woody, “And let’s just say, he was disappointed. And besides, your cock is bigger than his. If I couldn’t swallow his, how can I swallow yours?”

“You don’t have to swallow it whole…”
“Yeah, but still…” Seeing the disappointment on Ethan’s face, Woody pulled him closer for a kiss, “I’m sorry…I really want to, but I also want to make sure you really enjoy it. But in order to do that, I need to practice first…”

“Well, I should start buying you more bananas,” Ethan laughed.

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Valentine’s Day

Getting ready for the date, Woody sported faded blue jeans and an ironed orange polo; his dark blonde hair was moussed up in a stylistic way. Slipping on a new pair of blue-and-white sneakers, Woody went outside and sat idly on the porch swing, waiting for Ethan to pick him up in the Chevy truck...the very truck that was the catalyst for their relationship.

Ethan said he would be there by six, and surely enough, the punctual college senior arrived at Woody’s house five minutes til, riding a motorcycle. Woody had to blink several times to see if he was seeing this correctly, but soon concluded that the image was real. Ethan took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle. Woody slowly made his way down the porch and met him in the middle of the lawn.

“Uh…where’s the truck?” Woody asked.
“At the body shop. Some punk went all over it with a bat,” said Ethan.
“Oh, do you know who did it?”
“I have my suspicions…but don’t worry about it,” smiled Ethan, as he presented a bouquet of flowers, “Don’t know which ones is your favorite, so I got a whole variety. There’s bound to be one that’s you like.”

Woody accepted the bouquet and stared at the flowers awkwardly, “I don’t got no favorite. I mean, I’m a guy, what am I supposed to do with flowers? But…but thanks anyway. I’ll bring this in for my mom.” Woody went back into the house and come out thirty seconds later, “So, we’re gonna take my Saturn than?”
Ethan shrugged, “Well, I was thinking the chopper would be cool.”
Woody brought his eyebrows together, “Two guys on a motorcycle…isn’t that a little bit…gay?”

“Not compared to the things we do in my bedroom, honey,” laughed Ethan. “But okay, I know you’re still conscientious about us being seen together. I completely get it. I was exactly like you when I first went out with Ron. I know it’ll take time…so yeah, we can take the Saturn…I’ll just put my bike in your driveway…”

“No, we’ll take the bike,” Woody said, not wanting to upset Ethan on their first date, “Where’s my helmet?”
Ethan grinned widely and handed his date a blue helmet. Strapping it on, Woody hopped on the motorcycle. “Hold on tight,” Ethan said. With a little hesitation, Woody brought his hand around the sturdy waist of his boyfriend. Soon the bike roared and zoomed down the neighborhood street and then veered off onto the main road. Woody had always wanted to ride on a motorcycle (either by himself or with a hot girl holding on behind him), so it was a little disappointing that he wasn’t riding in front at the moment. Woody desperately wanted to enjoy the ride but every time they stopped at an intersection, he could just feel people’s eyes projected on him, almost as penetrating as the eyes he felt during the football games. Woody soon regretted this decision to please Ethan.

When they got to the art cinema downtown and found a place to park, Woody quickly hopped off and took off his helmet and stuffed it in a small compartment underneath the seats. It wasn’t until they were in the empty theatre house that Woody could relax.

The silent movie was one of Ethan and Woody’s favorite films of all time so they enjoyed it thoroughly; laughing out loud so much it hurt their sides and almost coming to tears at the bitter-sweet ending. There were few people in the auditorium, so Woody had no problems holding hands with Ethan in the dark. But when Ethan stretched an arm around Woody’s shoulders, things became uncomfortable again, as Woody stirred around in his seat. Ethan got the hint and pulled his arms back to his side.