I was already usually a little bit of a basket case when I prepared for the first date with a new guy. With Blake, it was even worse. I had an idea of what could be at stake, and I wanted everything to be perfect.

It started with trying to figure out the right clothes to wear. I considered going shopping for a completely new outfit, but then I decided that even two rounds of machine washing were unlikely to completely get rid of that new clothing smell and the machine-pressed creases. Buying new clothes for a first date was not the kind of move made by a confident man.

Then I laid six different outfits out on my bed. Fortunately, softball and gardening kept me in reasonably good shape, so everything I owned from high school forward still fit. I was serious about buying good clothes and taking care of what was in my closet.

I was trying to decide whether a good pair of jeans or khakis were more appropriate when I realized figuring out where we were likely to go was the logical first step. Outside of the Toolbox, we decided on going out to dinner, but we didn’t discuss specific restaurants. Then I realized the date itself was only three hours away, and I started to panic.

I called up Reggie, and he said, “What the fuck, Ian? I’m in traffic here. You don’t meet him for three hours. Calm down.” He said, “There’s a hot new vegetarian place downtown, but Blake looks like a meat eater to me. What about that new Thai place Satay? I haven’t been there yet, have you?”

I mused about it for a moment. “That might be good, Reggie. Thanks for the suggestion.”

He said, “Unless he’s in your bed, you’re calling me tonight when it’s over. I don’t care how late it is.”

I whispered into the phone, “I kinda hope he’s in my bed.”

Reggie laughed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my head. “I know you do. Sometimes you’re such a slut, Ian.”

“You would do the same in my situation.”

He laughed again and said, “Yeah, you’re right. Anyway, gotta go, the traffic is breaking up, and I can’t miss my exit.” Then he made a kissing sound into the phone. “Later, bud.”

I put the phone down and thought that jeans would be okay for a Thai place. I could stay on the casual side. Then I tried on five different button-down shirts before I settled on one that was plaid in multiple shades of blue. I hoped it would bring out the color of my eyes.

Just as I was putting the rest of the clothes back in the closet, my phone rang. It was Blake. He asked, “Do we know where we’re going for dinner?”

I asked, “How about Thai?”

He said, “I love Thai, and can I ask a really stupid question, Ian?”

“I doubt that it’s that stupid, but go right ahead and ask.”

“Are you nervous?”

I said, “I’m nervous as hell. I’m standing with my legs spread so my knees don’t knock together.”

He laughed saying, “Good, I’m so glad I’m not the only one.” Then he said, “See you in a couple of hours. I’m looking forward to it, too.”

I dropped the phone and stripped out of my clothes and headed for the bathroom. A shower wasn’t going to be sufficient for my first date with Blake. Instead, I ran nice hot water for a bath.

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Blake suggested that I drive, and he met me in the driveway dressed in khakis with a sport jacket. I cringed when I realized I was under-dressed. I said, “I need to run back in the house and change pants.”

He grabbed my elbow and said, “You look perfect. Let’s go.”

Fortunately, the clientele of Satay were dressed in everything from jeans and T-Shirts to suits. Thai pop music played softly in the background, and the design of the restaurant was sleek and modern but subdued. It was elegant.

We were seated in the storefront window that faced the street. I told myself it was a tribute to how good Blake and I looked together.

I asked, “What’s your favorite Thai dish?”

Blake said, “I don’t have one.”

“But you sounded excited about Thai food.”

He grinned. “I’ve actually never eaten Thai food, but I thought I would love it as long as I was with you.”

I asked, “Do you know how sweet you can be, Blake?” He was being such a nice guy, that I almost felt embarrassed that half of my mind was just wanting to get inside in his pants and was wondering how he would look naked in my bed.

“Would you rather have me be rude and obnoxious?”

I shook my head no and said, “It’s just…refreshing.”

He said, “Well, let’s stop talking about me and order something.”

We shared the signature chicken satay the restaurant was named after, and I suggested pad Thai as a beginner dish in the cuisine for Blake. We had great food, and he was pleased.

Blake said, “This really was good. I like Chinese, and it’s a little like that, but it’s different. We can have this again on another date.”

“You’re ready to go out on a second date with me?”

He nodded vigorously and asked, “Why the hell not? Unless something weird happens later. It’s really kind of wild that you’re right next door.”

I said, “Yeah, dating a neighbor is…different, but I like it.”

Just before we left the restaurant, Blake leaned across the table, and we kissed. It was a perfect dessert.

When I pulled into my driveway after dinner, I asked, “Do you want to come inside?”

He said, “Probably better than making out in the car.”

I felt my jeans grow tight when he made the comment. I didn’t know yet if Blake would end up in my bed, but clearly a hot makeout session on the couch could be in his plans.

Blake was just enough taller than me with longer arms that pressing up against his body in the corner of the couch felt like I was being wrapped up tight in the most safe place in the world. I pushed my face against the side of his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled of both soap and shaving lotion. It wasn’t perfumey like some gay guys I dated. It was simple and masculine.

Blake said, “Go easy on me. This is my first time doing any of this with a guy.”

I asked, “Really? Never? You kiss really well. I figured that out already.”

He shook his head. “I’ve known I thought guys were hot since I was a teenager, but I only kissed a guy once, and it was more of a peck. I really haven’t done much with anyone.”

I grinned and said, “Well, fasten your seat belt, Blake. This is going to be a lot more than a peck.” Then I kissed him hard and I unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His skin was smooth and warm beneath my fingertips. When he let out a soft little moan into my mouth, I raised my leg and pushed my thigh into his crotch. He was hard just like me.

We both fumbled with the buttons on each other’s shirts. When I slid my lips down the side of his neck, he gasped for breath and blurted out, “Oh fuck…amazing.”

I decided to keep up my streak of taking bold steps forward that began with following Reggie’s urging to ask for the date. I reached my free hand down into his crotch. I cupped his package gently at first and then started to squeeze and tug.

Blake responded with a grunt, and he didn’t make any effort to pull away or move my hand. I smothered him in a kiss on the lips again, and this time my tongue darted into his mouth seeking his tongue. He mirrored my actions, and I started to suck on Blake’s tongue.

I could feel the impact in my hand. He was completely rock hard. I stroked and caressed his hard cock with my thumb over the thin fabric of the khakis.

When I next came up for air from the kiss, I asked, “Bedroom?”

He moaned, “Oh fuck, yeah. I wanna see you naked Ian. I’ve never…” His voice trailed off and then in a hoarse croak, he said, “Just wanna see you naked. I want to feel you.”

I knew that he wasn’t really doing it on purpose, but everything Blake said was amazingly sexy to me. It was like there was a fire between us and he was continually fanning the flames.

He followed right behind me as we climbed the staircase. He was close enough that I could occasionally feel his breath on my neck as we climbed. When I pushed the door open to the bedroom, I said, “Here it is. Feel free to look around.”

Blake said, “I’ll look when we’re done.” He reached out and grabbed me and turned me around so we could kiss again. He sucked hard on my tongue, and his fingers tore open the rest of the buttons on my shirt. I was sure this was Blake’s first time going so far with a man, and he was fearless. I heard him suck in a ragged breath when the shirt fell off my shoulders. The words came out surrounded by a moan. “Your body, Ian…” He pushed me backward on to the bed and then his lips and tongue were on my chest.

I did my best to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and, as it fell off his shoulders, I shoved a hand inside his jeans. A loud grunt came out of Blake’s mouth when my fingers gripped that hard cock. I murmured, “So fuckin’ big, Blake…”

While I unzipped his jeans, Blake said, “I wanna fuck you, Ian. Help me?”

“Help you?” I asked as my breath grew quicker and more shallow.

Blake stared into my eyes and said, “Never fucked a guy, but I want to.”

Getting him naked and getting the condom on was no problem. Lining the rest up and relaxing enough for that thick cock was a little more awkward, but when his head popped past my ring, I clenched my teeth and threw my head back hard into the pillow on the bed. It hurt at first, but I couldn’t remember feeling more full before. It was damn good for a first fuck. Blake was gentle at first, and then he slowly punched deeper.

I wrapped both my arms and legs tight around him. Sweat started to drip from his body on to mine as he grunted with every thrust. Then he asked, “Feels good?”

I moaned, “Oh fuck yeah…amazing, Blake.”

He said, “Open your eyes and look at me, Ian.”

I don’t know why, but most of the time I fucked with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes as Blake requested, and I could see that fire when I stared back at him. His mouth was half open and then he clenched his teeth when he pushed deeper. I reached down for my own cock, and Blake wrapped his hand around mine so that we were both pumping it in one big fist.

He grunted and said, “Can’t hold it much longer, Ian.”

“Don’t hold it. I want it, and fuck, I’m already on the edge.”

For a few short seconds, it felt like we both hung right on the edge together, and then my balls tensed, and I erupted. I’m a shooter and cum landed both on Blake’s chest and mine.

As soon as it flew, Blake yelped and then growled, “Oh fuck!” All six feet two inches of him convulsed in orgasm. Breathing hard, I watched his Adam’s apple as he threw his head back. He pushed hard and deep into me while his body shuddered. It was fucking amazing to see.

The next thing I knew we were wrapped in each other’s arms in one big sweaty mass. For a moment, the entire world was perfection. There was nothing at all that could be any better.