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The first time
Jan. 3rd, 2008 05:02 pmEver since Shy told Orlando that he wanted this night to be the one, he's been feeling nervous. It's been a different kind of nervous, the kind that's half anticipation, half anxiety and all excitement. If he can be honest with himself, he felt something similar the night he knew he was going to make love with Andrea for the first time. The thing that makes this different, though, is not knowing what to expect. At least with a girl, there would be no surprises. Besides the heavy petting and kissing he's done with Orlando, he's clueless about what the actual experience of making love with a man will be like. Despite his promise to himself to do a bit of research first, his usual procrastination had set in and he hadn't prepared himself at all. At least he knows he can trust Orlando completely.
Throughout the day, Shy kept sneaking glances at Orli and Will, wondering what both men were thinking. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Will seemed to be smiling and touching him a lot more, as if trying to put him at ease and let him know he had his blessing. Will had also given Shy his solemn vow that he wouldn't spy on them. That's something Shy can appreciate more than anyone will know.
After dinner, he'd taken a long hot shower, washing his hair and scrubbing every inch of his body. He'd brushed, flossed and gargled, wanting to be as perfect as he could, and finally finished up by putting on some lotion that Orli had in the bathroom. He'd made sure to change the sheets since the animals had been hanging out so much on the bed. Somehow dog hair didn't seem all that romantic.
Now, he's in his bedroom - the guest room, really, but he's started thinking of it as his own. He lies back, nothing on his body but a sheet. The anticipation of what's to come has already started to make him hard, but he won't touch himself. He wants to enjoy the ache while he waits for Orlando to come to him.
Throughout the day, Shy kept sneaking glances at Orli and Will, wondering what both men were thinking. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Will seemed to be smiling and touching him a lot more, as if trying to put him at ease and let him know he had his blessing. Will had also given Shy his solemn vow that he wouldn't spy on them. That's something Shy can appreciate more than anyone will know.
After dinner, he'd taken a long hot shower, washing his hair and scrubbing every inch of his body. He'd brushed, flossed and gargled, wanting to be as perfect as he could, and finally finished up by putting on some lotion that Orli had in the bathroom. He'd made sure to change the sheets since the animals had been hanging out so much on the bed. Somehow dog hair didn't seem all that romantic.
Now, he's in his bedroom - the guest room, really, but he's started thinking of it as his own. He lies back, nothing on his body but a sheet. The anticipation of what's to come has already started to make him hard, but he won't touch himself. He wants to enjoy the ache while he waits for Orlando to come to him.
