Page 40 of This Time Around
“Hey, I said I was heartbroken. I never said anything about being a saint.” Milo mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “they had it coming,” but I couldn’t be sure. “Anyway, we still know many things about each other. I still adore your family, and they feel the same about me. You still love my family, and they think you hung the moon. I see nothing wrong with what we’re doing. Are you unsatisfied?”
“What exactlyare wedoing, Milo?” I wanted him to say the words. I needed to know he thought of me as his boyfriend, and that we were in a relationship. I needed him to throw me a bone.
“How about you tell me what this is all about, Andy?” Milo crawled onto my lap, pressing his dick against mine, slowly grinding his hips and making me forget what I was saying. The only thing I could focus on was the sensuous way Milo moved. He removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor behind him.
I loved running my hands all over his smooth, toned chest while he arched his back and purred like a kitten. My shirt came off next, then our shorts and briefs. Milo slid the condom on my erection then coated it with lube before he lined it up to his honey hole and sank down onto my cock.
“Fuck me,” I yelled when Milo demonstrated how fucking flexible he was by bracing his hands on my knees and arching his back.
Heoverrodemy concerns about us not spending enough time doing something besides sex. He overrode it so damn good that it was another hour before I remembered what I was trying to say when he distracted me with his smoking hot and oh-so-limber body.
“Milo, I just don’t want you to get the impression that I’m here because sex with you is convenient.”
He looked up from the bowl of ice cream he was eating. Even the way he licked his spoon made me want to shove him down and crawl on top of him. “Andy, no one would ever accuse me of being convenient.” Milo snorted then went back to deep-throating his spoon.
“I’m being serious, Milo,” I said in mild annoyance.
The way he dropped his spoon inside his bowl and set it on the coffee table with aclunkwas as dramatic as the sigh he released from his lips. “Why are you making this out to be a big deal? We didn’t just meet, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Sure, both of us have changed somewhat, but we’re still the people we used to be. I’m just more flexible and you have bigger muscles.”
“I’m an addict, and you’re a retired drag queen,” I added. “Don’t forget those important details.”
“Andy, your strength of character only makes you that much more appealing to me.” He leaned over and kissed me softly when he saw that I wasn’t buying it. “It takes a lot of courage to battle those demons, Andy. A lot of people either don’t try or don’t care. You cared enough about yourself and your family to want a better life. No one gets to look down their noses at you. Ever.”
“What about your secret drag queen life?” I asked.
“Oh my! That would make an excellent reality television show,” Milo said excitedly. “Blissville has come a long way in acceptance since we were younger. I rarely hear any comments about my ‘sinful sexuality’ any longer, but I’m not sure they’d be as accepting of Ma—” He stopped talking just as he was about to reveal his drag name to me. I was dying to know and see the performances.
I’d only been to a show once with Oliver and a few other guys from my support group. We were the only ones drinking soda instead of beer, but we had an amazing time. Ollie especially liked the happy birthday dance he got from that sexy queen. What was her name? Peaches-N-Cream? Split My Peach? I couldn’t remember her name, but that ass…
I wanted Milo to feel comfortable enough with me to talk about his queen days. Maybe that’s why I worried we were having too much sex.Said no dude ever.Yeah, it was the way he avoided talking about his performances that made me edgy.
“Fair enough, but why won’t you talk to me about it?”
“It’s not who I am anymore,” Milo said with a well-practiced, casual shrug.
“Okay, will you at least tell me how you got started?”
“I did it to entertain Maegan while she was at the hospital. It was accidental at first. Mom, Dad, and I put on a show and modeled wigs for her when she lost her hair.” A sad smile formed on his handsome face, and I could tell the memories were bittersweet.
“Hey,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest. “I didn’t mean to bring up such painful memories.”
“No, it’s a fair question for you to have, Andy.” Milo seemed to shake off his sadness and kissed my cheek. “Maegan giggled so hard when I strolled into her room with a long, flowing wig. It was the first time I heard her laugh in weeks, and I vowed to find a way to make her smile every day.”
“Were you at the hospital a lot with her?”
“I left long enough to sleep and go to school. I hated being apart from her that much, but Mom insisted it was healthier for me to keep as normal a schedule as possible under the circumstances.” I knew my parents were looking out for me, but all it did was make me feel isolated. “Next thing I knew, I was wearing costumes and performing concerts for Maegan and the other kids undergoing treatment. I kept my routines G-rated, of course.”
“And then?”
“I just fucking loved it,” Milo replied with another shrug. “I became someone else in those moments and my problems disappeared. They always came rushing back, but I enjoyed my momentary escape.”
“I bet you were amazing,” I said softly. “Maybe someday you’ll trust me enough to share some videos or something. Give me a private performance.”
“We’ll see,” Milo replied noncommittally.
“Are you worried that I’ll judge you or find you unattractive?” I couldn’t understand why he was so hesitant to share this part of his life with me.
“You say it won’t turn you off now, but it’s different when you realize your boyfriend has shoved his nuts up inside his body and taped his cock between his ass crack.”