never told him. In truth Bliss was still not ‘out’ either, but at least he’d admitted it to himself and, most of all, someone he was close to. My own parents probably wouldn’t care if they knew, but it was my own insecurity that led me to keep my secret locked up. So, that being said, Bliss and I were really only a couple between the four walls of his cabin. We never really went out as a couple or held hands or flirted while in public. There was never really a period of dating that preceded our relationship. Our only courtship was the regular study dates that we would make in order to see each other outside of our classes. These usually turned into long weekends of talking and lovemaking, followed by even longer weeks spent in anticipation of the weekend. Eventually we just started seeing each other every day, which meant I was sleeping over a lot.

This was the best time of my life. Sex was amazing. Growing up, I never would have guessed that the best sex of my life would be with another man. I was always a sucker for the curvy blondes as a teenager. I loved asses, the rounder, the firmer, the perkier the better. Now all of my youthful crushes paled in comparison to Bliss. And that’s not to mention his ass. Though we are fairly comfortable in our respective roles, his being the top, I still loved seeing his backside pointed in the air from behind. With knowledge of his overly obsessive dedication to cleanliness, it didn’t take long for me to discover rimming and although Bliss does not enjoy anal penetration like I do, he becomes very aroused by my tongue on his ass and balls. Before too long I usually have two fingers in his asshole while I take his cock between my lips. Often this is enough for him to explode fully into my mouth. The first time this happened I was startled and I gagged a bit and spit the load out all over my chin and throat. But since then I’ve found that swallowing his cum is quite an intimate and erotic gesture, enough to get me fully aroused and quivering for his attention, which subsequently causes my eruption into his equally receptive kisser. That is the extent of our role reversals, however, and we are both quite comfortable with that.

When my clothes were done I changed and put Bliss’ clothes in the dryer. I tidied up around the house for awhile and then worked out in the basement gym as I waited for Bliss to get home. Shortly before noon he strolled in. I was on the couch reading Esquire and listening to an old Charlie Parker album on Bliss’ record player. His hair was tousled and he was wearing soccer shorts and a t-shirt. He kicked off his Chuck Taylor’s at the door and removed his shirt. He was very well defined and even in May he was very tan.

“God I’m beat,” he said.

“Ah yes, the poolside demigod arrives in typical fashion, renouncing all clothing and in need of a demitasse.”

“Yeah, that sounds great! Can you make it, please, please…” He collapsed on my lap and began to stroke my chin as he begged for his espresso.

“I think I can do that.” I eased my way out from under him and he rolled on to his side and buried his face into the couch. He looked absolutely