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What is love?
by CuteTwink12 (eik0331@yahoo.com)
***
Two boys meet at a party and find out they are both
alike: good looking, same school, same friends, and
best of all, bi-curious. Read as they live out their
fantasies that are so new and different in the erotic
story reading world. The main character faces his
troubles about loving another man, his biggest fear,
while his partner acts romantically to win him over.
Read in amazing detail how these two boys become
lovers. (mm-teens, youths, mast, oral, rom)
***
It was Friday night and my summer break before college
had just started. I was 18 and driving on my
provisional driver's license waiting June to switch to
July so I could obtain my unrestricted driver's
license. I had nothing to do and all my friends were
out so I decided to go on a drive to find a party
somewhere. I took my cell phone, wallet and iPod into
my tiny 4-door Volkswagen Jetta and plugged it into the
cigarette lighter and switched on the Playlist 'Driving
Music'. I adjusted the mirrors and backed out of my
annoyingly wavy and uneven driveway.
Now is a good time to describe myself because it may
take some time to back out of the driveway and I hate
the 5-point turn it takes to drive forward out of my
driveway. I am around 5-foot 8-inches tall and weigh
about 135 pounds. I'm pretty thin but I'm strong enough
to defend myself. I have good curves in my body yet I
don't know if that's what girls look for in a guy? I
have a nice tan skin color that gets darker when I
spend time out in the sun.
My hair is a blond and brown because it started
changing colors ever since the sixth grade. My eyes
change between green and blue because I'm cool that
way. My head is ovular and my neck is a bit too long.
To some girls I am cute, others I'm good looking. The
fact that my hair is longer attracts foreign girls from
Europe and South America to me.
Finally I got out of the driveway having to drive
forward a couple times. It was around 9:15, obviously
at night. I live in a rich town on the 'poor' side of
town while the other side is 'rich' yet the correct
term is 'richer'. Most parties are on the other side of
town in the huge houses. This means I had to go through
downtown and enter the round-a-bout or town circle
which would be annoying.
Lately I have been facing a challenge in my sexual
orientation. I mean I love girls, their company, their
voices, the way they laugh and their seductiveness. I
also love their body, their curves and the revealing
clothes they wear. I have always been uncomfortable
with the whole 'gay' thing between men, but not between
women. Yet lately after one night my friend asked me to
jerk off with him and every time I hung out with him we
took it a step further and even though we've tried to
stop and refrain, it's hard to stop two horny
teenagers.
I had been using him for practice on my ex-girlfriend
who I dated for 2 and a half years but now that we've
moved on and are just friends, I'm horny a lot more and
nights have gone by of me thinking about my friend and
I doing stuff. The problem is he's a guy. I always get
excited when my parents go out...which is
rarely...cause I can have him over to do stuff.
Also I have interesting turn-ons. I like kissing and
the way the body can be seen through underwear. The
scary part is I've started to enjoying viewing
shirtless guys and guys in their boxer-briefs even if
they're wearing clothes I have such a good imagination,
I can vividly imagine what they look like in their
underwear or naked. Of course I can do this with girls
too. So I don't know if you can call all that my friend
and I do experimenting and my recent attraction to guys
and girls a change in my orientation.
Finally I found a house. I parked my car a little
crooked from the edge. Oh well...it's between 12 and 18
inches so I'm good. I locked it, no trust and walked
into the house. I walked through the foyer, to the
living room, to the dining room to the porch and out to
the backyard...there was a pool, and oh yes, there were
shirtless guys with some gorgeous, and some with nice
bodies, pecks and abs. I'm talking about ripped. I also
like happy trails, odd right? Then there were the girls
looking hot in their bikinis tied loosely with string.
Two triangles covering their tits, while a slightly
larger triangle covered one of my favorite places. I
liked how their waists were shaped and how low-cut
their bikinis were.
I saw a couple of girls and guys, some I knew by name,
other's I knew by face. I noticed one guy alone,
sitting on the edge of the pool. I haven't ever talked
to him before, but he was in my grade, and he was hot.
I had also never seen him with his shirt off. He had
pecks and a forming happy trail. Good enough for me. He
had the surfer look, like me, but different.
He had blond hair, sort of messy and bushy. He had a
nice smile and wore boarder shorts as his legs were
submerged in water. And I could makes out a bulge and
see the spandex of his underwear above his boarder
short's end. That kind of thing turns me on. I had my
boarder shorts on under my khaki shorts. And I had a
surfing shirt and a tribal chain I got at an island
stand on vacation one year around my neck. I decided to
grab two beers from a cooler and join him. Usually I'd
tend to pick up girls and find a room or just make out
or talk in the crowds, but tonight I was feeling really
horny and really, I don't know if you'd call it
daring...or lucky.
I said, "Hey!"
"Hey," he replied.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked handing him a Heineken
beer.
"No, I could use some company. I'm all alone here..."
I sat down next to him a little to close...he didn't
move. I took a drink of my beer, probably the only one
I'd have since I would have to drive back home that
night...or would I?
"Yeah I could see that...why are you all alone?"
"Eh, I don't know too many people here, I came here
cause I was bored and nobody's home at my house. My
parents are away like all weekend."
"Yeah I was bored too...so I drove around to find a
party and look here I am!"
He laughed, it wasn't an annoying one, it sounded sexy
if that laughs can have that sort of adjective latched
onto them. I really like his voice, it wasn't too low
or high or annoying. It just fit and worked so well
with my ears. He had nice lips too, they weren't to
thin or fat, they were just perfect and the member in
his boarder shorts didn't look too small either,
actually pretty big! And it wasn't fully hard yet. I
wonder if he was cut, I wasn't and I have yet to find
someone who wasn't cut either. I saw him smiling as he
noticed me looking all around him. Yet he pretended not
yet to notice.
We talked a lot covering basic topics about music and
our years at high school and how we never met even
though we were in the same grade and all that
shit...then we moved on to girls, and then he told me
that he was single and was thinking that he might be
bisexual.
Oh my gosh! How the hell did I get this lucky!? This is
like so right down my alley, totally the position I'm
in.
"Yeah I noticed after my friend and I got a little too
warm in his basement one night and we were fooling
around, I felt something hard thinking it was his cell
phone...it wasn't..."
Wow ditto!
"And now, I think I'm attracted to you..." he said with
a slight unsure smile.
Soul mate!
"Well...my friend and I were a little different, we
played truth or dare..." I said. And that was all he
needed to know. I guess I was too obvious the way I
said it.
Now we were in public, around people we knew, so we
couldn't do anything but sit and talk. We couldn't go
skinny dipping in the pool either. We could get a room,
but with all the people on each floor of the house,
someone would see us either entering or leaving a
bedroom and wonder why two guys and no girl...or they'd
put the pieces together. And whoever saw would somehow
spread the word until someone's parents found out and
also spread the word until my parents found out. I also
wasn't sure how far this kid wanted to go? Was he into
the whole 'taking it the whole way in one night' or did
he want to actually treat this like a real
relationship?
I could tell that the moment of silence between us he
had taken to think the same questions I asked myself
above. "Want to go to my house? I have alcohol there
too, and a pool. We could just hang out, just you and
me."
He was seducing me...I think, and I liked it. But I
tried to sound casual, "Uh sure yeah, I guess we could
do that."
"And I have extra room in my house if you possible
wanted to stay over?" He suggested.
Immediately I took my phone out and told my parents I
was staying over one of my friend's house. I used the
name, but I won't use it here for obvious purposes. A
conversation with my parents about staying over or
going out is twenty questions and you don't need to
read the whole annoying conversation. "They said yeah."
I said closing my Verizon enV cell phone, practically
everyone had that phone.
"Hey" He said looking at me putting my phone back in my
pocket, "I have that phone too!"
See what I mean?
"So you have your suit and stuff to stay over? And an
extra pair of clothes?" He said smiling.
"Do I even need what I have on now?" I asked catching
on his joke.
"No." He said and we smiled and laughed.
He lived a couple doors down and I couldn't drive
anymore! It was past Provisional license driver's time,
even though I never followed it fully, I left my car by
the party house and left with him on the way to his
house. His house was also big like the party house and
had an open front porch with a bench swing. How cliché?
He unlocked the door and turned the lights on to a huge
double floor entrance foyer with a living room, leading
to a hall with a bathroom on one side and a study on
the other side and then a glass porch and on the other
side, a dining room leading to another living room
which I could tell was converted from a porch.
The kitchen with bar stools and double islands was in
back as well as other random rooms and his guest-house!
The stairs leading to the upstairs in this 6-bedroom,
7-bathroom house were in the foyer and another next to
the pantry in the kitchen. There was another stair case
leading to the third floor on the outside of his house
which was his parent's room.
The rest of his attic was an apartment suite that his
father was renovating to take in a boarder. His
basement or den was finished with another kitchen, the
third, a laundry room, a huge television larger than
the 72-icnh in his living room and then a door leading
the three-car garage.
He gave me a little tour and saw me amazed by the whole
house, but that wasn't all I was going to be amazed by
before I left his house. "Yeah, my parent's are kind
of," he paused to find a good word. He looked so sexy
squinting one eye to think of a good adjective to tell
me he was rich without offending me which I figured he
knew I was from the other side of town. There are two
middle schools in our town. People who you see in high
school who you hadn't seen in middle school are more
likely from the other side of town, "loaded." He
explained.
And I could tell!
"Eh, my parents are rich, but cheap." I said.
"Ohhh, so you're average?" He guessed.
"I have some differences..." I said.
"Well, you want to go watch a movie down the basement?"
He asked.
"Sure!" I said. "What movie?"
"Does it matter?" He asked.
"Not really," I said following him down his basement
stairs, his cute ass showing well in his tight pants.
He also wore a tight shirt that exposed his good upper
body. He set up the television and told me to go into
the kitchen and pick out any variety of beer I wanted
and whatever I picked would be fine with him. I opened
the fridge to total alcohol, and a couple lemons and
limes. There was Corona Extra, Corona Light, Coors, Bud
Light, Bud Select, Heineken, and couple other beer
choices that I'm too lazy to explain. I chose Bud
Selects since we had already enjoyed Heinekens that
night. He was on the couch by now and I handed him one
and sat next to him.
"Oooh, Bud Select, my favorite, how did you know?"
"Hey, I'm good," I said taking a sip."
"You are amazing." he said and played a DVD.
Every few minutes he'd move closer to me until a point
that a sheet of paper couldn't be between our legs. We
would bump each other playfully. Then he placed his
head on my shoulder. I looked down at his head as his
eyes looked up at me. I smiled put my arm around him
and placed my hand on his left peck. He kissed my neck
a little and moved up to my lips. We were kissing, I
love it! We started with our lips closed but opened
them and I let his tongue in and meet my tongue as we
fought and explored each other's mouths and tastes.
Neither of us wanted to break away, but I did only so
we could catch our breath and he could climb on my lap
and wrap his arms around me making the moment more
intimate and sexual as he went down to kiss me again,
this time longer and more intimately if that was even
possible. I could feel his dick against my chest and he
could feel him from under him. He was kind of squishing
it, but I didn't mind. I pulled him closer to take off
the pressure. I had my hands around his waist as it
curved in and moved them up and down. I placed one on
his ass and the other. His pants were low so I helped
him with his boarder shorts and reached his tight boxer
briefs where I could feel his soft smooth ass almost
between the thin fabric.
He wore red low-rise boxer briefs, a color that just
draws the eyes. He was little taller than me and him on
top of me felt a little unnatural to him, so once he
was only in his underwear, it was my turn on top of him
and for him to undress me to my super low-rise Calvin
Klein black boxer-briefs. My detail further confirms
this underwear fetish I have. We were both in our
underwear, with huge tents.
I had a seven inch cock and I could tell he was around
the same length as we stood up to undress further. He
suggested we undress each other with our teeth. I was a
little too eager and immediately got to my knees, put
my head between his legs and bit the fabric over his
balls and pulled. The briefs were tight on him and I
had to go by his hips and stuff until I finally got
them off.
He stepped out of them and I lifted my head eye level
to a hard beautiful 6-1/2 inch uncut cock. I pulled
back the foreskin grasping it and teased him with a
quick lick to the head. His head went back in pleasure,
but I stood up, kissed his neck and said, "Your turn!"
He was more intimate as he did mine and I stepped out
of them and he immediately pushed me onto the couch
roughly and started blowing me quickly moving his
tongue all around my shaft and head, and fighting his
gag reflex to get the whole thing out and in, out and
in. He did this for about two-minutes, but I have a
very good tolerance of holding my load. I wasn't even
close to there yet. With my friend, he was quick. I
hope this guy wouldn't be.
We switched and sat him down. I started on each side of
his neck with my awesome tongue movement and then
hardened his nipples biting in them. This drove him
mad. Each place I left and moved down his chest, I
lightly tapped my fingers. He was shuddering. I was
able to get down to about an inch above his dick till
the hair was too much. But he did shave his ass and I
decided to give him a rim job, cause it feels so good,
before I moved to his dick (The whole anal-sex thing,
shoving a dick up there, HURTS!...tried it, and my
friend only the got the head in till I was in too much
agony. We'll see how it goes).
He was now literally humping the air as I moved around
his ass-hole. Thank gosh he wiped. After all I could
take with the back. I moved on to the cock with its
sweet smell and licked his whole head covering it with
a layer of my saliva. Then I slowly let it slide in my
mouth and tried to relax in my throat. It took a couple
times. He was appreciative of my effort as he ran his
hands through my hair.
This felt really good and was really encouraging and
influential. I finally succeeded and looked up at him
and he gave me a sexy smile and I continued to go up
and down on his gorgeous manhood. He was loving it! He
didn't moan, but that kind of turns me off. He was
shaking, either really nervous or really pleased with
me. He was in pure ecstasy and to keep him a little in
my control. I stopped and stood up facing him as he
looked and I hope enjoyed the view.
"So..." I started.
"So..." He repeated.
"What do you want to do?" I said.
He slipped of the couch moving over to me. He was on
his knees centimeters away from my cock giving off so
much heat, softening every second his breath and touch
was absent from it. He looked up at me and gave me
another one of those sexy smiles, "I got ideas." He
smiled even more and started deep-throating me again.
It was my turn to shake and throw my head back. He then
started massaging my ass as he pulled in my body closer
to his face now fitting both my dick and balls kin his
mouth and his breath traveling up my forming happy
trail.
He started moving harder and harder to ma point that I
to stop... or this night would be over too soon. He
smiled as we got up to take a break so we wouldn't cum
too soon. He told he hadn't cummed in days, so he
wanted this go be well worth it. I had that in common
with him too.
I hadn't found time in like 4 days. My parents would
not leave me alone about college. One time I held it in
for eight weeks until my friend could come over and
suck me off, then had a wet dream. It was a drag when I
couldn't have seen how big that load could have been.
Plus my friend never swallows, the stuff makes him
sick, I guess I don't either unless the first time we
69ed I hadn't noticed he had already blown before me.
I looked at him as he talked to me. He either shaking
his head or using a few fingers to push back the hair
back that fell in front of his face. It was so hot when
he did it. I did it mainly for purpose: because I
couldn't see. It was also sometimes a nervous twitch. I
just loved looking at his beautiful face. His beautiful
mystic green eyes, his blond messy hair (but still
clean, just not combed), his smooth face, just with a
little hair growing on the chin, and his pink thin lips
that I just wanted to keep interlocking with.
I don't know why he was so attractive to me. He was
also looking at me too smiling as I moved my eyes from
his head to his body features. He noticed I was just
gazing at him not listening to his words, and he put
his hand over my chin and pulled me into a kiss to
bring me back to attention and back I came.
He then pulled me in again, and we started making out.
We put our arms around each other tightly pulling our
bodies together. He lay me down on the couch and got on
top, our lips and tongues not parting for a second.
This was turning me on again. My dick had only been
soft a second before it was back to bone rigid
attention. And he felt it as his also grew too. He
lifted up a little and started jacking them together as
he continued making out with me. I then lay him down
and got on top of him making out with him. We were able
to change these positions with our lips together the
whole time! That takes skill and flexibility, trust me!
He then asked me to do something wild...face fuck him.
He wanted me to run my hips into his face pounding my
cock into his mouth. I was in control. I moved up so my
dick hovered over his mouth and inserted it and started
thrusting. It felt amazing! He had such intimacy as he
grabbed my hips and them my ass again to make my pace
faster for him, something I thought would be impossible
for him to take.
We were both working up a sweat. It seemed that there
was no air in the house. Even know I enjoyed his
glistening pecks and body, I suggested that we shower
off before we keep going. He led me upstairs to the
main floor and up another flight to the second-floor to
the bathroom where the shower was. We kissed as we
waited for the shower to warm up. Then we stepped in,
and as we got in, he kept surprising me putting his
arms around me from behind, and lathering my chest with
shower gel, his dick pushed up against my ass. I went
up behind him to do the same, my dick placed up against
his ass.
He agreed that I wasn't into getting anal fucked, nor
was he, but we still enjoyed the feeling of our mouths
and maybe a finger or to up there. So next, I soaped up
his ass- hole and inserted a finger in and started
fingering his ass as he bent down. I inserted another
and he loved it. I then bent down and stuck my face and
there and he went back to ecstasy. He stopped me after
a minute or two not wanting his cum to spill down the
drain.
He then did me, the same thing working up lathering my
hole and sticking one finger up there until I gave him
an okay for two. Then I let him do three, and then
four. He was really stretching me out, and the soap on
my hole and his hands were great lube. He them buried
his face deep into his ass and stuck his tongue deep in
there, in and out, in and out till I had to stop him
after three minutes. We continued our sensual movements
of lathering up each other from behind.
Then we turned to each other to wash each other's dicks
off. I pulled back his foreskin and let him shiver as
the water hit it. I moved my fingers around his bare
head and he loved it. He repeated my movements, pulling
mine back, washing under the foreskin, then the shaft,
and then the balls. He spent a lot more time and
attention to my dick than I did to his. Mine was little
bigger. He liked to play around with it as he got to
his knees and started sucking me off again. He got up
and brought his face closes to mine.
He wet his hair and I did mine. Our faces were still
close. "I think we're clean now." He said and we
stepped out. I dried of his body as he did mine. We
kissed twice to thank each other. Unfortunately, we
didn't stay clean for once and I mean that in two ways.
We went down stairs from his bathroom to his kitchen
and he opened the fridge and took out a can of whipped
cream shaking it.
"Okay, now lie down," He said smiling. "Open your mouth
wide, and don't close it no matter what." I did as I
was told and a large load of whipped cream was sprayed
into my mouth. Good thing I liked it. I could eat it
like ice-cream actually. Then he got on top of me and
putting his tongue in my mouth and putting it into his
and swallowing it. He kept doing this until he hit my
tongue. Then he brought his lips to mine and we kissed.
I was mesmerized by this. "Oh my gosh I have to do that
again!" he said and I didn't object, then I did it to
him immediately locking our lips together.
We needed more whipped cream, and somebody had been
grocery shopping, there was a two can value pack he
pulled out as quickly pulled the plastic off and handed
them to me to open and shake. He laid me down and
sprayed whipped cream down my body like a coroner would
make a y-incision. Then he covered my mound of hair and
dick so all I could see was a white blob. He started
completely cleaning me off with his tongue spending
extra time on my dick and mound.
I loved the feeling of his tongue as he placed it on
various parts of my body. He sucked my nipples, and my
neck, licking up and down the middle of my jest and in
my belly button and then the areas most sensitive to
touch between your leg and dick that made me tingle as
he moved on each side. Then he sucked the hairs clean
above my dick. He was my personal vacuum. Then he moved
to me dick which had a lot of cream on it and spent his
time moving down an inch to the next layer or whipped
cream, an inch disappearing in his mouth.
He had a professional's mouth capacity. I really
wondered how much he could fit up there because I
always felt some space, and not just wiggle room.
Obviously, he had done this before. He was done and I
started to sit up to do him and he stopped me and
smiled. "I'm not done yet..."
He turned me over and I pulled my cheeks apart as he
sprayed a line in there, and then on the insides of my
legs, another sensitive to touch place. He did the legs
first as I shivered in pleasure, saving the best for
last. Then he moved to the line he sprayed down my ass
crack as I held them apart. When his tongue hit, it
felt so good. I shivered again and then he was done. It
was my turn!
I decided to do his back-side first, I was craving dick
by now, and I always like to get the other things out
of the way first. I sprayed along his back and down on
his cheeks and then inside his cheeks and legs. He
shivered and shook as my tongue lightly caressed his
back in the most sensual places. I them licked his
cheeks, which wasn't too good and then his legs. Then I
had him open his cheeks as I sprayed a good amount
there and licked. I buried my face in there darting my
tongue in his hole trying to do it howtwell he could to
me. Man, was he some tough competition. He knew I was
trying. He was my winner.
I then turned him over. I needed that last can of
whipped cream. I opened it quickly throwing tab
somewhere in his giant kitchen and sprayed the same
places he did with me. I did this rather slowly, me and
him both savoring it, spending extra time on his dick
re-spraying it a couple times. I loved licking his dick
up and down and then pulled back the fore skin to do
there do. He was almost proclaiming his love to me! He
was so happy with my repetitiveness to satisfy my
cravings. Then we did in each other's mouths one more
time.
Locking our lips together and making out intimately
till the contents of my mouth went down his throat and
the contents of his down mine. This may be a little too
gross for some people, but we like it. After we were
done, we took another break to rest our mouths and
digest. Our next treats would probably be high in
protein and all natural. We sat on the couch upstairs
and watched the big screen, hi-def. We were still
naked, so we drew the drapes and respected his family,
so we covered the couch with a sheet.
"Believe it or not, I always have wanted to do that..."
I said to him.
"Yeah me too..." he said.
"I mean about fantasized about doing it."
"Me too, whipped cream goes down easy and I love it!"
"I can eat it like ice cream."
"Yeah, I cover pieces or pie and ice-cream
completely...that's why my mom bought so much...Have
you ever cooked with cum before?"
"Nah, but I thought about it..."
"Hmmm, me too, I'm not too sure 'bout it."
"Me neither."
We both wanted it straight from the source, but we
could still wait...
Now sitting there smelling like saliva, he suggested,
"Want to take another shower?"
"Sure..." I said, How about a bath?" I suggested.
"Even better, we got a Jacuzzi in my parent's master
bathroom. I hope you can hold your breath really long!"
"Can you?"
"I swim." He said, and that's all I needed to know.
We went to his parents' bedroom which was like half the
house. It was more like a suite. Their bed was I think
bigger than king size and there was painted portrait of
the family that could also fade into a television
screen that was placed over a fireplace. They had bed
curtains that were ten feet high. The windows were also
high. They also had a fuckin' balcony, huge with double
doors, a grill, a dining area, and a couch." It
overlooked his pool area, and then the forest behind. I
could see his shed...it was as big as my next door
neighbor's Cape Cod house. Too bad he was a guy, I was
always told to marry a rich girl.
We filled the Jacuzzi not too high so it wouldn't
overflow when we got in and then we both got in and got
used to the hot water temperature, then we cuddled.
Above water our heads rested on each other's shoulders,
under water our legs were locked together and our hands
everywhere. I parted from him to face him, and said,
"I'm going down, I might be down there long, I'll miss
you..." I said.
"Then lemme kiss you for good luck." He said and pulled
in my face to a kiss.
I took a deep breath and went down on his dick as he
rubbed my back and head. I was able to stay under
forty-five seconds. Really long for my record! I needed
a rest. He brought me into a kiss and lightly tapped
his fingers on my sides driving me wild! That was
actually a trademark of me, drove my ex wild! After we
made out a little, he took a deep breath and went down
on me. Underwater, he was even better! He was also able
to stay down a MINUTE and forty-five seconds. He came
out of breath, like I had, but the ecstasy he threw me
into took my breath away again, we both recovered. He
got out and said,
"I'll be back in a minute."
I heard a fridge open from outside the bathroom and two
glasses fondle. He came in with champagne and two
glasses. Okay. I had to say that this was a little too
romantic, but I kept it to myself. He had been so good
to me, so intimates, and so sensual, that I let him
have this. He got back in, poured the champagne and we
interlocked our arms as I drank the glass in his hand
and he drank the one in mine. This was another time we
showed gifted skills in posture and flexibility. We
were so in-sync with each other. I don't know, but I
think I was starting to love him, and I already knew he
loved me. He then turned on the jets so we could
pleasure ourselves with the water jets pushing up or
asses, ha-ha!
Yeah that's a little weird, but that's as far as I'd go
(besides his fingers) as getting something pushed up my
ass. When we were done with the champagne, we cuddled,
took turns being on top of each other and kissed a bit
more. After a while of that, we sucked face and made
out. Again, he took my breath away, as I broke, his
hands were still on my cheek, mine wrapped around his
back. His blond-highlighted hair was wet sand a little
messy and his mouth partially open. We just looked into
each other's eyes, for the longest time. We were
silent, but our emotions were screaming out to each
other.
Then the weirdest thing happened, something I always
feared: I loved him! Oh my gosh...how I never meant for
this to happen, how I never could, but it did. Pleasure
turned to passion. And he knew it and felt the same
about me. He wasn't worried, but I was. What if my
friends found out, my parents! I always bashed gay-
lifestyles as a cover up, now I'm a hypocrite! I'm not
gay...bi-curious is all. I had to try and convince
myself.
He noticed I wasn't staring at him anymore and that I
had deep concern. He asked me about it and listened
intently as I told him my feelings and worries. He was
such a good listener. What the hell was there [about
him] not to love!? There must be something, some turn-
off... there wasn't. He was almost perfect.
After I finished, he reached out and put his hand on my
shoulder massaging it. Telling me it was okay. It was
normal and he was feeling it too, maybe a little more
than me, but he said it can be our "dirty little
secret". That reminded me of the song ha-ha. But I felt
I could not be without him. He said we'd make time.
Every alternative, he had a solution to. And not
something stupid or far-fetched... something totally
relevant! Woah!
Why am I praising him? Why can't I fight off these
feelings? What the fuck is going on!? Am I gay!? Even
though he had an answer, I couldn't help but ask these
questions to myself and similar ones thereafter as he
tried to calm me with his strong-passioned and caring
words. They just went into one ear and out the other.
My own thoughts locked in my head projected over his
dreamy, sexy voice as he tried so hard to make me feel
better. To somehow make this same-sex attraction and
love normal. It wasn't working...this time. He couldn't
calm me, and he knew it...
So then...
He tried a little bit harder...
He had me sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi that connected
to the wall. He had me lean back and started to rub my
limp cock and then stuck it in his mouth. He started
nibbling it...You'd think it would hurt, but it didn't,
it actually felt pretty good. Then, just with his
tongue and my dick still in his mouth, he was able to
pull back my foreskin all the way. Oh my gosh, this
felt so good! I believe that he was trying to make me
forget about love and just about how good his exotic
blowjob was and also figure how the hell he was doing
it. I was now starting to moan...I never really moan,
which lets you know, it felt really good! I didn't care
if I loved him or not now. I pulled his head onto me
farther as his pace got faster onto me.
He seemed to enjoy that I was shoving my dick so far
down his throat that most people would choke, although,
as you know, he could fit it. I told him that I was
close, so he stopped his nibbling and let my dick out
of his warm mouth, so we could finish off the night
properly. He liked the head staring him right in the
face once or twice more and stood up from the Jacuzzi
and ran his hands through my hair and started making
out with me. Even though the passion was flowing
through me, I just wouldn't let it bother me now.
There was big bay window right next to the bathtub and
so enthrapeled in sex, we hadn't noticed that day was
starting to dawn outside. I looked at the clock on the
wall, and shit, it was 5:00 a.m. We had been doing all
this stuff for over six hours! Wow! We stepped out of
the bathtub and he got us two snow-white towels, plush
and warm.
We dried each other off admiring the other's body and
being oh so gentle and taking it slow drying our
favorite parts. I loved how he placed the towel on my
back holding the towel at each end and wrapped the
towel and his arms around me taking me into a tight
hug. He put his head on my shoulder and I turned and
kissed him. He turned me around and we were both
wrapped in the towel.
We just stood there for a little while, I don't why, I
guess this was romance? Maybe I really did love him.
Maybe I should. It's been a long time since my
girlfriend and I missed having someone who cared about
me so much. Maybe we could just be together until we
found someone else, and keep it a secret. I don't know,
I mean, maybe loving him wasn't so bad, he had
everything I could want...in a guy. Yet, I didn't even
know I was looking for a guy. This night had already
changed me so much, more than I could ever imagine...
When we were finished drying off, we cleaned up his
parents' bathroom a little, leaving no trace of our gay
rendezvous in their bathtub.
"Oh if they knew what had gone on in their bathtub, I'm
not sure if they'd use it again" He laughed.
"Yeah," I agreed with a laugh. "Of course your parents
probably do the same sometimes..."
"Yeah..." He said. I followed him into his bedroom
which was a lot more teenager-oriented with posters of
hot women, movies and bands. Yet his room was twice or
maybe three times the size of mine, he had those high
windows and a queen-size bed with a blue bedspread. He
kept it a mess with clothes all over the floor. He had
a large flat screen television mounted on the wall and
that huge 2-foot iMac computer screen and a MacBook pro
next to it on his large desk. DVD's and CD's were
stacked all over the place, piles as high as my waist
next to his stereo. Speakers were all around the
room...surround sound. He had a guitar too.
He told me to sit on the bed and sat on his window and
serenaded me with a song. He did play beautifully and
had a fantastic voice and created a great song about
us, all impromptu and all, but I wasn't much into being
serenaded by another guy. I think a girl would rather
appreciate that more. I still would like to think I was
just in this for pleasure, but as I looked at him sing,
his voice so perfect, and the way he could change
pitches and never crack his voice, I knew something was
different. I listened to the words and how he felt
about me, and about us. I could tell he was singing
from the heart, and he wanted something more than
pleasure, than this night. He wanted me for eternity.
This was all too weird. I've thought of having gay
relationships like one night stands and stuff, but I'd
probably never go through with it. I've thought of
going to the village, but I don't want to get AID's or
something. I'm a bit paranoid about that. It's just
that lately that, girls haven't been doing it for me. I
hope it was just because I didn't have a girlfriend,
and I'm going to keep praying and hoping it's that, but
there's always that doubtful part of the mind that you
want to just cut out of your head.
E-r-r-r, this kid was playing with my heart and my
emotions, altering it away from a normal life. He was
trying to re-orient me. He was turning me into a twink,
a cute little twink. Although, I wasn't mad at him, but
I wasn't happy with him either, I wasn't neutral
either. All these new feeling I couldn't explain were
making me frustrated. Whatever.
He was done and placed his acoustic guitar in the stand
and pushed me down so my head was on his pillow and he
was hovering over me. He gently touched his body to
mine and started humping my body as I pulled him close
to me. I held him strongly as he moved his body up and
down on me, our dicks next to each other rubbing u
against one another. We kissed many times with short
slipping of our tongues in each other's mouth and then
broke them.
Then we shared one long one. He bit my lip and then let
me nibble on his. He then went to sucking my neck as I
did his. This went on for quite a while. He went to
various places on my body giving me intense pleasure
like he had before. It seemed like he always had new
tricks to surprise me with...things O could never
imagine. What a guy! Heh-heh! He returned back to my
face and looked at me like he had to say something... I
guessed he sensed I had to say something too.
And, at the same time we said, "I'm close." That was
all that was needed for us to switch into 69-position
and suck wildly and rapidly on each other's cocks,
letting them slide down into our throats. I loved this
feeling and so did he. We had timed this so we would
each explode at the same time. Suck and swallow. After
about a minute and a half, I started to have that
feeling, and so did he as he squirmed.
My dick tensed and so did his and as I felt my release
into his mouth, I felt his warm cum shoot into my
mouth, and he must of haven't cummed in many days, like
me, cause there was a lot! And usually, I don't like
cum, the salty warm liquid, but his, oh my gosh his,
tasted so good! That was it, he was perfect. I
swallowed it slowly, savoring it as he was doing the
same. I guess he finished me sooner, because now he was
sucking my cock for the last drops bobbing his head up
and down.
When I was done swallowing I did the same to his. He
was still sucking on my dick and I felt another rush
and my dick tense up again, and I shot again into his
mouth! Never, and I mean never had I done that before!
I double orgasmed... awesome! When he was done, we
looked up at each other and smiled.
"That was amazing!" I said.
"Yeah it, was, and thank you for the second helping."
He said as he put his hand on the back of my head
bringing me into a kiss. I kind of tasted my cum in his
mouth, but oh well, I know that gross, but whatever.
"We'll have to do this again sometime..." He said.
"Yeah," I said and we both got under the covers,
scooted over to each other and fell asleep. A-w-w-w,
what a happy ending!
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