The Fake Date – Part 4

This is the fourth part of the story.

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4

I was still lost in admiration for Ethan’s naked body, and was still wondering how can he even think he lost the “boyfriend-like gift competition”, when he stood up to go to the toilet. I only put his gift back in the bag when he returned. Sitting down, he handed me the bag I gave him.

“You hate it, then? Sorry, I’ll-”

“Look inside!”

And I did. And I saw a pair of boxers. Then looked at him, and he was grinning like a fool – such a beautiful and cute fool!

“You wear it?

“Of course! If that’s what my baby wants from me, that’s what I should do.”

“Oh, fuck! I want to see this!”

“Well… that’s somewhat impossible right here.”

“I know. I know. I was just saying.”

“If you come spend the night in my place, you can check if it fits well on me. That’s… if you’ll still be in the mood for doing that.”

As if there could be the slightest chance I’d miss such an opportunity. So, you can guess where I’m spending the night.

In any case, we finished our coffees, then ordered some drinks. Finished them, too. And every moment was a bliss. By then, though, music had turned louder, lights had dimmed, and too many people were there. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t mind that, at all, but, this evening I wanted to really be with Ethan. And not being able to clearly see his perfect (dressed) beauty, and having some difficulty to hear him – without enjoying the sound of his voice, too – doesn’t accurately describe that “really be with him” feeling.

I didn’t say anything. This date was his plan, so I wanted to do whatever I could do to make it as good as possible for him. But I was overjoyed when, soon after we had finished our drinks, Ethan asked, “Do you mind if we leave?”

I didn’t. Especially because we would end up at his place. Together. So we left. We didn’t go to get a taxi, but we took a stroll, and we are now heading to a nearby park. He didn’t hold my hand, but I don’t complain, for, instead, his arm has been around my waist. I hold him in the same manner.

“So, baby, am I the bottom?”

“Of course, not! You are the top.”

“Oh, okay, then.” He looks at me, smiling mischievously, and he lowers his hand, to grab my ass.

“What are you doing?” I leave no doubt I am only faking annoyance. But I don’t dare to even pretend I am trying to release my ass from his hold.

“What? Can’t I touch by bottom’s ass?”

“It’s yours to do with it anything you want.” I actually mean this in all possible ways, as I’m sure you know.

“Good!” And he squeezes my ass and kisses the side of my neck.

“That’s what you were trying to trick me into, isn’t it?”

“Not really. I was certain you’d say I’m the bottom, and, then, I would try to persuade you to grab my ass.”

“Yeah, right!”

“It’s true!”

“Shit! I missed my chance, then!”

“I don’t mind being vers, you know. Or, maybe, should I say I’d love that?”

I look at him. He smiles, playfully. I lower my hand and grab his ass. “Thank you,” he says. I squeeze him. “Oh, yes, baby! You turn me on so much!”

He is obviously joking, and I laugh, grateful it’s night and I’m wearing jeans, so he can’t say, how much he, indeed, turns me on. And with a swift move, he now stands right in front of me, grabbing my ass with both his hands, looking at my eyes. He pecks my lips. He rests his forehead against mine. Still looking in to my eyes.

“I love you, Kay. I love you so, so much!”

“I love you, too, Ethan!”

We don’t mean the same kind of love, obviously – probably? – but he called me by my name, instead of “baby”, so I know he means what he says, and it’s not part of his role-playing, and that makes me really happy.

We arrive at the park, and he is in the mood for us to sit on the grass. I never do that. That’s what benches exist for. But! He said on the grass, we sit on the grass. Full stop.

Jeans are wonderful trousers. Unless you have a huge dick, which I don’t, you can walk around, while being quite “excited”, and nobody will notice, unless that’s where they are looking at. But, try to sit on the ground while hard… ha! Not that easy, right? And even worse, it’s not that easy to adjust the position of your hard-on without anyone realising what you are doing. For someone like me, doing that in a park, as badly lighted and empty as it might be, felt really embarrassing, so I only realised Ethan, too, had a similar problem, after we were both sat, him right behind me, and I felt something… nice pressing me. He keeps me between his legs, and hugs me tightly and warmly with his arms. His face rests on my shoulder. He rubs his cheek against mine, and my neck, and every so often he kisses my neck.

“Have you had a nice time, Kay?”

“Yes. The best time of my life! What about you?”

“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

And he kisses the side of my neck. Repeatedly. “I so much want to lick you and suck you,” he whispers in between the kisses.

“Do anything you want.”

I’m ninety nine percent certain he is joking, but I’m a hundred percent serious.

“Don’t tempt me. The mark won’t leave by tomorrow.” He still whispers. He still kisses my neck in between and after his sentences.

“I don’t care. Please, do as you please!”

And he does it. He starts licking me. A moan escapes me. I couldn’t hold back. And he bites me, gently. I thank him. He starts sucking my neck. I scream – literally – a, “Thank you!”

I put my hand behind his head, and gently press him against my neck, while beginning him to not stop doing what he is doing, and thanking him, again and again. But, eventually, he stops. Too soon, if you ask me. Well, to be honest, were he to stop, at any time, it would have been “too soon”.

“I think I left a big mark on you.”

I turn to look at him. He looks back at me with a “sorry” written all over his face.

“Did you enjoy doing that? Do you like what you see?”

“Sorry, but yes, and… hell yeah!”

“Then don’t apologise. You did the right thing. Thank you!”

He kisses the mark softly. “Thank you.” And he rests his head on my shoulder, tightening the hold of his arms around me. “Kay, since you’ve had a good time, would you… would you like to do this next year, too.”

Even someone as stupid as me could notice he hesitated before completing his phrase.

“If you don’t have a better company, I would love that.”

“Can we… do it… you know… a little differently?”

“In any way you want. Tell me.”

“Like… well, like we celebrate our one year anniversary? I mean, for real?”

I turn and look at him. My mouth opens, but I can’t talk, for more than a few moments. “You mean… for real?” I finally ask.

“Yes?” His voice almost can’t come out of his mouth.

“Thank you! Yes! Please! Yes! Yes!!!”

And his face brightens. And he kisses me. He really kisses me!