Part IV

Marco picked up Ellie from her house before stopping by a drug store, intent on purchasing his first box of condoms. Marco was so excited about the purchase that Ellie couldn’t help saying, “Sure you don’t want to stop by Dylan’s when we’re done here horn dog?” “It’s not about horniness,” Marco scoffed at her. “Buying condoms for the first time is a big deal. It’s like a right of passage sort of thing.” They entered the drug store and headed for the health section. They stood in front of the condom boxes on display; surveying the options.

“Which ones should I buy?” Marco asked Ellie. The sides of Ellie’s mouth twitched in obvious amusement. “What?” Marco asked, giving her a suspicious look. “Nothing,” Ellie said, “I was just wondering what size you were going to buy. Is the difference in you and Dylan’s sizes drastic? If not you could buy a general sized box.” “I’m not sure... general sized should be fine,” Marco said; shifting uncomfortably. He really wasn’t in the mood to discuss penis sizes with Ellie. “Alright,” Ellie replied, “so we have size down. Now would you prefer ribbed for her pleasure or...?” “Maybe if I was a girl,” Marco laughed indignantly.

“Well do you just plan on oral sex or penetration?” Ellie asked smoothly. Marco glared at her. “Firstly, I don’t think that’s any of your business. Secondly, if I was planning on having... intercourse- why would you assume that I’d be “the girl”?” “Marco, come on.” Ellie laughed. “That isn’t what I meant. Besides what’s wrong with being the... bottom half of the two parties or “girl” as you so eloquently put?” “Nothing,” Marco snapped. He jerked a box of condoms off the rack that he’d been eyeing and proceeded to the check out line. Ellie followed behind him in disbelief of how offended he’d been by her comment. Marco purchased the condoms quickly and the two headed back to his car.

“Have you not thought that far ahead yet?” Ellie asked suddenly as they drove off. Marco just gave her a puzzled look. “About what sex with another man involves or you know, your role in that involvement?” “Actually,” Marco paused, “I think about it all the time. I’m sorry I got mad at you. I’m just a little nervous about being the penetrated instead of the penetrator. I mean it makes me feel like I’m giving up a part of my man hood or something.” Ellie nodded in understanding. “I could see why you’d feel like that. I wouldn’t worry if I was you though, as long as you and Dylan prepare properly I’m sure it will be an enjoyable experience. Oh, do we need to buy lubricant?” “Already got some,” he told her. Ellie raised her eyebrows at him. “Don’t ask!” Marco exclaimed, blushing a slight shade of pink. They both began to suddenly laugh hysterically. After the laughing fit, Ellie smiled over at Marco. “My little Italians all grown up.”

Friday afternoon Marco helped Hazel set up her house for the party while she went over ground rules. After surprisingly little begging she’d agreed to let Marco and Dylan shack up at her house the night of the party in the back garage turned room for her older brother when he made visits home from college. “Make sure you’re both out of here by nine am. I have no idea if my parents will send anyone to check up on me Saturday morning and I don’t need them finding out two gay boys were doing it right under their roof. Oh, and DO NOT forget to take the sheets off and place them inside the laundry basket by the door. My brother does the laundry every week that he comes home and I’m sure he’ll wash them with the rest of the laundry with out a second though.” “Don’t worry Hazel; you will so not regret this.” He assured her. “Just don’t forget, you promised you’d get me a ride home from yoga for the next three months.” Marco placed his hand on his chest. “Gay boy scouts honor.”

Dylan showed up for the party just after nine that night, wearing jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. His hair was a tangled mess of blond curls as usual and he studied it in the thick layer of glass that covered the top half of Hazel’s front door. His sister, Paige, emerged from the other side of the door quickly after he knocked. “Welcome to the not so hot yet party,” Paige greeted him as she stepped aside so he could enter. “Why is it so un-hot yet?” Dylan asked. Paige sighed. “Jimmy- the guest of honor- has yet to arrive and we are competing with Heather Sinclair’s skanky shin dig a few streets down. No worries though, Jimmy will be here soon and the cops usually break up Heather’s parties within a few hours due to lots of blaring music and reports of underage drinking. I called them, like; twenty minutes ago so odds are people will be fleeing her house and showing up here in no time.” Paige walked off (with Dylan toeing behind her) through the living room of chatting teenagers and into the kitchen, where she grabbed herself a can of coke from an ice chest on the counter.

“You called the cops on her!” Dylan laughed. “Hey, it’s her own fault for having her party the same day as Hazel’s.” Paige told him defensively. “Well, even if this party ends up being a total bust at least your hot night won’t be ruined.” He just looked at her, his expression completely clueless. “Dyl, don’t play dumb. Hazel already dished to me about your hot sleep over with Marco,” she elaborated. Marco entered the kitchen at that moment, not realizing his incredibly un-perfect timing.
Marco and Dylan ended up in Hazel’s bathroom, arguing while several party goers stood outside, trying to control their bladders.

“I can’t believe you’d tell everyone we’re having sex before me! Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Don’t be stupid- I wanted to surprise you with a romantic night together!”

“Call me crazy but everyone knowing about our sex life isn’t that romantic to me!”

“Stop yelling at me- I get it! Okay?”

“I have to pee! I have to pee!” A girl yelled frantically through the door. “We need to talk somewhere more private,” Dylan told Marco.

Marco led Dylan out of Hazel’s back door. They walked to the back of the back yard where the room Marco had intended for them to make love in was located. Dylan was almost rendered speechless once they got inside. Four white, lit candles sat on two night stands that were both on each side of the bed and the ocean blue sheets of the bed were covered in white rose pedals. “Wow,” Dylan breathed. “I said I wanted it to be a romantic night,” Marco told Dylan timidly. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the end, gesturing with his hands and a tilt of his head for Dylan to do the same. Dylan sat down next to him slowly.

They sat in silence for a moment until Marco asked, “Do you like it?” Dylan smiled despite his irritation, which was evaporating by the second. When it came to Marco he could never stay angry. “I love it, but I love you more.”

Marco marveled at Dylan’s body. He sat on top of Dylan, both clad only in underwear, as he traced the hard ridges of his boyfriend’s torso with his finger tips. It wasn’t long before his lips followed his fingers, thoroughly exploring Dylan’s body. His exploration ended at the waste band of Dylan’s blue boxer-briefs. No turning back now, Marco thought determinedly, despite the rise of sudden fear within him. He allowed a shaky hand to slide beneath the waste band.

Dylan gasped and squirmed beneath Marco’s touch. No one had touched him so intimately and he was surprised at how good it felt. Marco smiled at Dylan’s squirming as he finally tugged Dylan’s underwear down. His lips kissed the lower half of Dylan’s torso while his fingers continued to work between Dylan’s legs. Dylan only allowed himself to bask in his boyfriends administrations for so long, but as soon as it was about to more than he could take he pulled Marco’s hand away. He didn’t want their love making to be over before it truly started. “Babe,” Marco pouted, “weren’t you enjoying it?” Dylan nodded. “But it’s your turn to get naked.”

Soon Marco was lying naked on his stomach and Dylan was leaving a trail of tender kisses down his spine. Dylan eventually made his way to Marco’s bottom. He massaged and kissed Marco’s bottom, the smooth, tan flesh fit perfectly in his hands. Marco shivered and moaned, overwhelmed by how well the attention his lower half was getting felt. “Dylan,” Marco breathed out, “I want you. I’m ready.”

Marco and Dylan both laid on their sides now. Dylan was behind Marco and they were both trembling as Dylan finally entered him. Dylan kissed Marco’s neck and rubbed a hand along his side, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s tremors. They made love slowly. It was different than Marco had expected, not only did his body feel like it was on fire from head to toe, his emotions felt like they were all over the place- spinning out of control. He’d never felt so overwhelmed before in his life and once it was all over he couldn’t help bursting into tears.

Dylan was taken aback by his boyfriend’s tears. He didn’t know what to do, he just held Marco tightly against him. “Marco, did I hurt you?” Dylan asked, alarmed. “No,” Marco sobbed, “I’m sorry- it’s just- I don’t know. Just hold me, please?” Dylan kissed Marco’s shoulder. “Of course, Marco...” Marco turned in his boyfriends arms so that they were facing each other. “Yeah?” he sniffed. Dylan stroked his cheek. “I love you.” Marco smiled, his tears finally subsided, and before he could respond he was fast asleep.

The END

Hey readers, hope you liked it. The sequel will take place during the summer after Marco and Dylan re-untied from their break up. It will mostly focus on Dylan’s jealousy after he finds out that Marco had a steamy summer affair the previous summer, while he was in Africa.