Sean and Randy: Is this Love?

Sean made it in time, got on board, found his seat and to his delight, learned he was in the back of the plane. As it looked right then, the flight wasn't going to be sold out and he might have his aisle alone. This made the young man happy. He might finally have time to tend to his thoughts.

The plane was delayed about twenty minutes. Finally they got their clearance. Sean was looking forward to being alone with his thoughts. The stewardess came around after they'd gone through the routine attempts at airline humor and how to work a seatbelt, where to exit in an emergency and so on. He ordered a drink and waited for it to come while trying to delve into his thoughts.

The handsome man noticed there wasn't much noise and the occasional cry was tended to by attentive parents. Satisfied by his drink, Sean began losing himself in his thoughts again, picking up from where he left off almost two hours prior.

As he sat in his seat, the young man thought back to his phone call before boarding the plane. Why was Randy being so distant? Trying to make better sense, he dove back into his thoughts where he'd left off. As his memories came back to the first encounter, Sean recalled his feelings at the time. He was nervous, uncertain, excited, drunk and anxious. He remembered his mind swirled in delight at the thought of being able to cum with another person.

The night seemed to last forever. The moments that night seemed to linger on and on. Neither wanted to make the first move, but sensed the other wanted it just as bad. Randy began hatching a plan. He grabbed Sean by the neck, using a wrestling hold he'd seen on TV. He was careful not to clamp down too tightly. Sean wasn't so much taken aback by the contact, more of the way Randy smelled and the wetness in his armpits as the hairs brushed his face. The way he was locked, neither could see the other's cock. The slightly older one felt some clear fluid escape his hole and run down the shaft of his erect member.

Randy, too, felt a stream of precum escape which Sean learned of as his forearm brushed as he tried to escape the headlock. Randy seemed to be taking control of the situation. Thinking as quickly as the booze would allow, he took his arm and ran it back over his buddy's cock slower, causing him to shudder. The natural lube enhancing the sensations over his cock. Randy gasped swiftly to catch his breath. Sean knew he had his friend.

Not to be outdone, the other returned the favor in the same manner. It became a game. Neither spoke a word. What one did, the other would quickly replicate. The classic game of anything you can do, I can do better was what was happening. The game then escalated. Each tried to get the other one totally off guard. Sean would brush Randy's ball sack. Randy would do the same and then pull or rub and Sean would do the same and go one better.

The sexual tension was becoming too much. Both men recognized their cocks were leaking furiously and at the verge of erupting. Sean was totally gone, not in his usual conservative element. He rolled with the moment. As Randy changed course and pinned him between his legs, Sean saw he had a full view of the other's cock. Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps the moment, feeling brave Sean leaned in and engulfed his friend's swollen prick into his warm, wet mouth. He lay there absorbing the moment, the sensation, smells, feelings, everything. Randy winced for a split second until he gathered his senses. He immediately discovered how he felt. His cock had never experienced something as such. Sean continued gobbling at the dick in his mouth. He had no previous experience other than watching free porn on the Net. He was mimicking what he hoped was a good blow job. Judging from his room mates moans and cries he took comfort he must be doing something right.

Randy loved what he felt and wanted to experience some for himself. Without a second thought he flipped around until he orally had a lock on Sean's slick tool. He noticed the smells and tastes instantly. It was like nothing he'd felt before. The double sensation of sucking cock and having his own cock sucked was far too much for both young men. They reached their peaks simultaneously and erupted in the other's mouth without warning. Both young men were a bit taken off guard by the unusual taste, neither wanting to look like a wimp and continued to swallow the juices as they flowed down each man's throat.

Sexually satisfied, each man fell off the other's penis. They both lay still, minds spinning, soaking into their minds what just happened. Neither man willing to be first. They both had feelings of guilt and what-did-I-just-do run through his mind. Randy gained his composure, got up and went in to clean up, closing and locking the door behind him. Sean felt isolated and alone as he heard the lock click. He began beating himself up mentally. He was certain Randy would approach the dean and ask to be transferred to another dorm, certain he'd have a reputation on campus as the cock sucking fag.

Sean fought hard to block the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't believe he'd been so naive. He got up, gathering all the courage he could muster, walked to the door and listened. Randy heard him at the door. "Hey ya big sissy." Sean swallowed hard, knowing he'd now have this nickname. "Give a guy a break. I needed to take a shit for God's sake. We're cool. At least I think we are. It felt good. I liked it, you liked it." Sean was relieved to know Randy didn't resent the encounter.

The handsome man whom was a bit older went back to his bed and sat down. He hatched a plan. He wanted to see how serious his friend was. He slid the beds together. He heard Randy start the shower. He waited for what seemed a small eternity for him to re-emerge. When he did he smiled coyly at what he saw.

"I like your way of thinking. I took a shower to clean up if ya know what I mean and was hoping you'd do something like this." Sean shot him back a devilish smile. By now the booze was wearing off and they were both in more control of their senses. It was going to be a night of hot fun.

The time on the plane zoomed by. Sean was snapped from his train of thought when the flight attendant came on the speaker announcing they were not too far from their landing. The cute young man was once again forced from his thoughts. The one thought he had time for: after all the nights he and Randy had had sex and had made love where was he now. Why was he being so distant?

Sean grabbed his stuff, fastened his seatbelt for the landing and had just enough time to check his phone. 1 new text. It was from Randy. It read: "I made it home. Hope you're well. Miss you and we'll talk soon." He sat reading the message over and over. There was a glimmer of hope in those words. But why was his supposed lover so evasive? And had they really become lovers and not just two bros that got off together? His mind ached. He longed to put a term to what they were and what they did. Were they gay men in love? Were they bi? Were they just a convenience for the other? They parted school in such a rush. Both had a slew of exams to take before school wrapped up. All the nights studying and late night sessions at the library afforded them little time. They managed to have hot sex twice before parting ways, neither seemed willing to openly discuss where things were going. Why did it seem Sean seemed bothered more than Randy? Was Randy ignoring his feelings or suppressing them so he wouldn't admit his feelings and have said feelings betray him in their time apart?

Once again Sean was alone with his thoughts he couldn't see to fruition. His memories were all he had in their time apart. He wondered if the answer lay in what had gone on. He wondered if he delved into them deep enough if the truth he sought lay in wait for him.

The plane touched down. The young man departed the plane, made his way to the baggage claim and gathered his bags. To his surprise his cousin Jesse had shown up to pick him up. Jesse looked quite a bit like his younger cousin. Same height, build, hair and eye color. Once Sean had made the changes he had to himself, people were constantly mistaking them. They enjoyed the comparison. Jesse's hair was just a bit shorter and a bit lighter and it seemed he'd packed on a few more pounds of muscle. They hugged seeing one another. Jesse knew right then something was amiss. His cousin was distant. "Spill Sean. What's wrong?"

He knew he'd been caught. But how to tell Jesse? "Its nuttin man. Really." The older of the two didn't buy it for a second. He hatched a plan. They'd hit a bar and Sean would stay the night at his place. He would call his aunt, Sean's mom and tell her that her son was staying over, the weather had gotten too bad to drive. And since there were snow flurries already, this further supported his excuse.

"Well, let's stop off and get a bite. I know this killer bar and grill. We can get some grub and slam some brewskies. Ya gotta be hungry bro." The idea sounded good. "And don't worry about your mom. I'll call her and tell her you're staying over at my place tonight, the weather can be the blame." Sean liked the idea. He knew what his cousin was up to. It just might be what he needed.

The two cousins made their way to the establishment and had some food and began having some beers. Jesse failed to mention to his cousin this place was literally around the corner from his apartment. If need be they could leave his car if they got too drunk. Jesse had gotten to know the owner. Since he lived so close, the owner was cool with Jesse leaving his car as long as he came back to get it that next day before the crowd that night formed.

The hours melted away. The weather was inviting itself in each time a new patron opened the door. Crisp air kissed with moisture snuck in uninvited as it let the customers know what awaited them. The two cousins had found a spot away from the small crowd where they could visit. Jesse made sure the conversation started light. He'd ask his cousin about his courses, parties, clubs, activities, sports and so on. Jesse made sure the waiter kept the beer coming and then started sneaking in harder drinks to loosen up his cousin.

The older cousin found his in. "So, time to spill cuz. What's the haps?" Sean struggled to keep his composure. He was feeling a bit at ease, almost having forgotten his pain for a while. Then his throat tightened, tears were stinging his eyes asking to be set free. He fought hard to hold on to them. He wanted to talk but failed to find his voice.

Jesse sensed it was definitely something personal and chose his words carefully. Sean struggled more and more. Finally he managed, "I met someone." Jesse held off from smiling. He could see there was more to the story. He continued, "But talking isn't that easy." Jesse nodded to indicate he wanted to help. Sean stammered a bit more. "Its not as simple as A B C either. It...it...its a guy Jesse." The words hung in the air. Sean feared his cousin would rat him out, he'd be cut off from the family for sure. The tears came fast now. The music drowned out his sobs. A few people passed by and kept to themselves.

Jesse grabbed his cousin's hand away from prying eyes. "Look cuz. I'm gunna tell ya something no one in the family knows. I, too, dabbled with men and sex with them in college. Hell, there're times I still do. Chicks are cool, but only another bro knows how to best suck another's cock." Sean was stunned. His cousin entrusted a deep secret. Jesse understood it seemed. He continued. "When I was in college I met this amazingly hot swimmer Kyle. We had some classes together, met accidentally at a club one night. He was pissing and moaning how he couldn't score this night. It was late, the bar closing. We decided to get a bite before heading back to campus. We headed back to campus, his dorm just down the hall from mine, saw his room mate was getting laid-they had a signal worked out-asked to hang at my room until he could head back. My roomie was gone for the weekend. I guess somewhere between the bottle of whiskey and bottle of vodka things got carried away. We were hot and heavy all year long. Each school break tore at us both. He called me one night, his dad overheard the call and told him if he wanted his trust at 21 he either joined the military and become a real man or be cut off. I never saw him again. He wrote once to let me know he was okay and that he'd met a girl. That was the last we communicated."

Sean had become transfixed on the story. He was stunned to learn how much his cousin understood him. Before long Sean had told him the entire story. Jesse gave his cousin advice and told him there wasn't too much cause for concern. He suggested texting Randy and give him the phone number to his place so they might talk more privately if the chance arose.

Somewhere after 3:00 in the morning the two cousins stumbled in. Sean hit the pillow hard. Jesse leaned in, gave his cousin a peck on his forehead. Sean smiled as he drifted off. Jesse really knew what Sean was going through.

The next few days dragged. Randy would send a text a day, brief but enough to satisfy Sean for the time being. Then two days passed. Nothing. Thanksgiving Day came and went. Friday as well. Late Sunday night Randy sent another text. "Been busy. Miss ya. Me." Sean was beside himself. He longed to talk to Randy. He had to know if he was serious about things. Sean's other family noticed how distant and vacant he seemed. His mom confronted him, her son trying to sell it as exhaustion from school. Mom knew better. She knew it was more than school.

"Sean. I'm your mother. You can talk to me." Her son just stared at her emptily and reassured her he was fine. He'd decided he needed to head back to Jesse's for a while. With all the family that was coming and going throughout the weeks, Sean was going crazy inside. Jesse was the only one he could talk to and his place he could find peace away from his younger siblings, all five of them.