Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:35:22 -0400
From: BWCTwriter <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Love Transcending Ch 7

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After what seemed to be an unbearable eternity, Friday afternoon arrived,
as did Chris, at precisely 7 o'clock pm.  I had spent our day apart
thoroughly cleaning my room, picking up every speck of trash, and tidying
up the bed.  Cleanliness was never a strong suit of mine; however my
desire to impress my boyfriend overpowered my laziness.

My mother greeted him at the door, and as he walked down the stairs to my
room, I did a last minute check and sprayed a manly room freshener around
to add to the atmosphere.

Chris came through the door lazily; pushing it closed with his back,
sighing heavily as he spoke.  "Wow...that was the longest day of my
life!"

I laughed out loud in agreement, walked over to my love, who was still
backed against the door, and French kissed him as passionately as I
could.  "I missed you too.  So, what do you want to do first?"

`I know what I want to do first,' Chris thought to himself, `but it's
too early for that yet.'    "Oh, I don't know.  Got any good videos?"

"Girlfriend," I joked, "VCRs are out.  DVDs are in!"

Chris shot me a quizzical expression.  "What the heck is a DVD?"

"I have no idea," I answered truthfully, "but I do know that it's
twice as expensive as a VCR."  Chris and I burst out laughing, and I dug
through my limited collection of movies, settling on some cheesy action
flick, which, surprisingly enough held our attention for the duration of
the feature.  Well, most of our attention. We lay on our bellies at the
foot of the bed, with our arms crossed under our heads.

We glanced at each other several times during the movie, smiling
affectionately each time our eyes met.  It was still hard to believe that
I actually had a boyfriend, something I never expected to happen.

About half-way into the movie, Chris groaned and stretched his torso this
way and that, pronouncing "Man, I can't believe my back still hurts
from all the canoeing," as if it was just implied that I was to give him
a back rub.  Not that I was unhappy in the least to perform such a task.

I sat up and straddled my legs on either side of Chris` body, guiding my
butt to rest on his.  Slowly but firmly, I massaged Chris' back, wanting
to give him as much relief as I could.  Soon, I became frustrated with
his clothing and gave him an order. "Take your shirt off, it's getting
in the way."

I helped him pull it over his head, and he tossed it aside, allowing me
to continue.  I relished the feeling of massaging his soft, bare skin,
probing my thumbs deep into his tense muscles.  It was an erotic
experience, and we were still half dressed.  After twenty minutes or so,
I sat up and pronounced, "It's your turn to do me."

Chris looked up to me and smiled.  "Don't mind if I do."

We switched places and I removed my t-shirt as well, and Chris started
working on me.  Being on the receiving end of a massage from your lover
is even better than giving one, I learned.  Every muscle he touched with
his soft hands melted instantly, my stiffness disappearing as if it were
never there before.

When he was done, he scooted off of me, lying on his side facing me.  I
turned myself so I was facing him, seated the same way, and our eyes
connected.  We stayed there, communicating silently for several minutes.
When I could no longer stand the mere inches of separation that stood
between us, I pushed him onto his back, laid on top of him, and we
started making out.  Chris was thoroughly aroused and, to my surprise,
was ready to bring our relationship to the next level.

"Matt," he stated softly, "I think it's time."

"Are you sure?" I questioned him, knowing full well what it was he was
preparing to give to me.

Chris' eyes said yes even before he answered.  I hopped off the bed and
dug through my bottom drawer, retrieving a condom and some lube.  I
wasn't sure how well this was going to turn out, as I'd never done this
before, but it seemed almost a no brainer to me: put the stick in the
hole.

I finished dropping my clothes to the floor, my erection standing proud
and unhidden, and began working on Chris' shorts, sliding them down his
legs and over his feet, leaving them on the corner of the bed.  During
the day we were apart, I read up on preparing yourself and your partner
for your first experience, and took care to follow each instruction to
the T.  I feared that if I didn't do this right, it would turn a
wonderful memory into an awkward situation.

I opened the package of lube and spread some on my index finger, looking
up one more time to make sure Chris was ready, to which I received the
go-ahead nod.  I inserted the first finger into Chris' tiny hole, slowly
and gently pushing until it was all the way in.  I probed it in and out a
few times, making sure my lover was well lubricated, and then proceeded
to insert a second finger to help stretch his tight orifice to make room
for my manhood.  I could see Chris beginning to have some discomfort, so
I slowed down until he became more used to the feeling.

I unknowingly brushed against Chris' prostate gland, sending a shiver of
delight throughout his entire body, causing his penis to become painfully
erect.  After I felt he was sufficiently lubricated and would not be hurt
much by my impending penetration, I fumbled with the condom nervously,
applying it to myself as instructed.


"Ready?" I asked one last time.

"Yes," he answered back in nervous anticipation, biting on his lip
lightly while waiting for the final hurdle to be jumped.

It was now or never, I decided.  One last time, I made sure I was well
lubed, and then lined myself up with his entrance, pushing against the
tight ring of his anus until I felt the muscles relax and the head slide
in.  The hardest part was over.  I looked up at Chris, who seemed
momentarily uncomfortable, but relaxed as the pain subsided.  I continued
slowly pushing myself into him, bit by bit, until I was as far in as I
could go.

Taking a minute to rest, I gazed up at my lover, who was anxiously
awaiting the fun to come.  Gently at first, I pulled myself back, almost
removing my cock entirely, then pushing it back down as far as I could,
slowly developing a rhythm with my lover.  As soon as I picked up the
pace, I could tell with each downward motion of my body, I was
stimulating Chris' prostate repeatedly.  I could tell by the high
pitched grunts my lover made, that I was giving him the ultimate
pleasure.

Chris cock pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat, being stimulated
without so much as a helping hand.  As I continued humping my lover,
brushing that electrifying button deep inside of him, Chris leaked
significant amounts of precum.  Chris had his arms over his head and eyes
closed, but he gently lifted his groin to meet the thrusts of my
manhood.

The tightness of his as yet unexplored bowels caused my erection to
receive ample stimulation, as his warm insides surrounded it lovingly.  I
had never experienced such an intimate pleasure in my entire life.  Here
I was, taking the virginity of my best friend and lover, whom I had
dreamed of for three long years.  I was in Heaven, and judging by the
audible moans of my boyfriend, the thrashing of his arms over the sheets,
the sweat glistening on his skin, and the pre-orgasmic fluids freely
dripping onto his stomach, he was deriving as much pleasure from this
experience as I was.

The pressure of his tight anus squeezing my erection became too much for
me.  I felt my testicles tingle as they prepared my semen for release,
and the skin of my sac pulled them closer to my body as the pressure
built to its peak.  I knew I was going over the edge.  With the little
control I had left, I sped up dramatically and repeatedly [pushed] on the
walls of Chris' prostate, until he could no longer hold back either.  He
released a powerful and productive orgasm, the contents of which shot
over his head and hit the headboard of my bed.  There was a trail of his
ejaculate spread across his face, neck, chest and stomach, and his penis
continued to twitch madly until his flow of semen had been depleted.

Excited by watching my lover explode in a blissful, ecstatic orgasm, I
was sent over the edge, releasing an equally powerful orgasm, which made
my groin tingle with pleasure.  It also sent a wave of warm erotic energy
to spread like an ocean wave over my entire body, pleasing every area of
my torso, from the top of my head, to the tips of my fingers and all the
way down to my toes.  I let loose so much ejaculate that the gooey white
liquid was actually dripping out of the bottom of my condom and pooling
in my curly pubic hair.

Chris lay there and took in the feeling of pleasure from both ends,
experiencing my own orgasm as well as one of his own.  His eyes were
fixed on me, silently communicating the feelings he had experienced and
the new level of intimacy we had achieved by this special act.  We were
now one, our bodies connected forever.  I couldn't wait for Chris to
return the favor, by taking my most sacred possession, my virginity.  I
was so ready to share it with him, but we knew we each needed time to
recover.  I wasn't a very healthy person, and this exercise wore on me
once the bliss of orgasm had faded.

We lay together for an hour or so, each trying to comfort the other, to
help savor the feelings of our sexual activity.  As this was fairly new
to us, Chris and I did not recover as quickly as we had hoped, so we
decided to put the rest of our plans on hold until tomorrow night, when
it would be my turn to lose my virginity.

The depth of my description of the blissful feelings I experienced from
taking his virginity seemed to excite him even more, and he seemed to be
very ill at ease with having to wait until tomorrow night.    It was
still hard to believe that everything we just did was real.  I never
thought in a million years that I would one day be making love to my
first crush, a boy who I thought was as straight as an arrow, up until
the night before he left my life, over two years ago.

We fell asleep together again, each of us basking in the warmth our
bodies created together.  I knew then that I would never tire of Chris,
and sharing my love with him.  I felt so strongly of our bond, that I was
prepared to use any and all means in my power to keep us together through
the rocky path we would inevitably encounter in the days, weeks, months,
and years to come.  I'd found my star-crossed lover, and I would let
nothing stand in my way.

I awoke to see my sweet, angelic boyfriend staring lovingly at me the
next morning, gently brushing the hair out of my eyes.  He leaned down to
kiss me, and we enjoyed a warm moment together before Chris advised that
we had to get up and get moving, before my mother walked in and caught us
in an awkward position.  While I found this "sneaking around" thing
quite annoying, I knew it needed to be done, at least for a while, until
I came out to my parents properly, and that wasn't something I planned
to do any time soon.

We made our way upstairs, showering separately, to keep our level of
intimacy on the down-low.  We could afford to be "good friends" in
front of my parents and siblings, but anything more and there would
elicit lots of questions.

Chris showered first, while I stayed in the kitchen, cooking myself a
couple of waffles and some bacon, before pouring a big glass of chocolate
milk to drink.  I leafed through the paper to see if there were any good
movies playing that night, and was thoroughly disgusted with my choices.
`Oh well,' I thought, `I guess we'll have to stay in tonight...'

I had just finished up my breakfast when Chris emerged from the bathroom,
his hair still wet and his body free of dirt and...other substances.  I
think he had also sprayed on some of my dad's cologne, which by itself
was not bad, because it was a nice scent.  However, I feared that if we
were to engage in any more sexual activities tonight, I might feel
uncomfortable smelling the same odor that my father carried around with
him every day.  It just wasn't right.  I kept my mouth shut though.
There was no way to deal with it then, as the damage had already been
done.  I thought maybe if we worked off enough energy during the day, it
would be gone by nightfall.

"Shower's all yours," Chris stated, patting me on the shoulder.

With that, I disappeared [into] the bathroom and did my morning hygiene
ritual, although I obsessed over my face more than usual.  Suddenly, I
realized how many pimples I had and it disgusted me.  I decided to look
around for some acne cream and spotted a tube that appeared to be really
old.  I smeared some over the effected areas and hoped there was some
potency left in it, before I finished dressing.

As I entered the kitchen, I found Chris and my mother talking about how
much he enjoyed the canoe trip.  "The trip was such a blast, I can't
believe that so much exercise could be fun," he revealed.  "And Matt
made sure to include me on a lot of interesting games at night."

My mouth dropped open and I shot a shocked look at Chris, who just smiled
and winked at me.  I composed myself quickly, so my mother wouldn't
notice how much his statement had affected me, but silently I vowed to
get him back later that night.

My mother left to run errands shortly after breakfast, telling us that
she would be gone most of the day, and not to burn the house down.  We
quickly agreed as we pushed her out the door.  My mother was such a nag,
but I still loved her.

Once she was gone, we were excited at having the house to ourselves.  We
decided to just have a chill day, as we were still recovering from the
canoe trip, and the Friday night after party.  We lay on our backs as
close together as we could, while watching TV, holding hands the entire
time.

I couldn't help the overwhelming urge to be in contact with him at all
times.  If we weren't holding hands, then I was stroking his arm,
tracing circles on his chest with my finger, or running my hands through
his hair.  I had always been a very touchy-feely person, but I never had
anyone to practice on until Chris came back into my life.

Chris could only concentrate on the TV for about thirty seconds before he
instinctively looked over at me and smiled.  I loved his thoughtful
gazes.  He thought I was special and made sure I knew it.

Half way through whatever crappy Saturday morning movie we were watching,
Chris laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes, falling asleep for a
while.  I just slowly stroked his hair with my right hand, pushing it
away from his face, which looked so peaceful while he slept.  I couldn't
bear disrupting his peaceful slumber, so I waited him out.

I couldn't believe how turned on he made me, simply by being around
him.  I'd never felt more alive than the last two weeks we'd been
together.  I had basically given up on finding love and happiness until
recently, when I found out that I would be reunited with Chris again.
The moments I'd spent with Chris have made me feel again.  I thought
I'd buried my sexual desires deep underground, where they could never be
used as fuel for homophobic assholes to break me down.  Things had
changed.  I was able to share my love with Chris, and receive his love in
return.  The feelings were indescribable, and I knew that, even though
the road ahead would be rough, I knew we could survive it together.

After my lover woke from his nap, we continued cuddling together until I
heard my mom's car pull into the driveway.  "Shit!" I exclaimed.  We
scurried down to my bedroom and threw our clothes on quickly, finishing
just as she entered the door.  We greeted her happily, offering to help
her with the groceries.

Mom looked at us strangely as she saw our sudden eagerness to help her
with something which normal teenage boys dreaded.  I tried to keep eye
contact with Chris to a minimum, not wanting to get caught eyeing up my
supposed "friend" in a way that would tip my mother off.  We were only
a few days into our relationship and we were already looking over our
shoulders in fear.  I was not looking forward to THIS part of our
relationship; though I think in some sick, twisted way it seemed to turn
Chris on even more.  He would tempt fate by sneaking a wink past my
mother, or kissing me quickly on the cheek while my mother's back was
turned.  She would look over just in time to see me blush madly,
wondering why on earth I would be so nervous around her.

            While we finished tidying up the kitchen, my mother had made
the rounds through the house and collected our dirty towels and such.  I
was surprised when she so non-chalantly placed the small used packet of
lube, which I had so carelessly left on the floor of my room, in my hand,
commenting, "Don't let your father see this."  I froze, not knowing
just how much she could have deduced by finding such an item in my room.
Did she know that Chris and I were having sex?  She could have thought
that Chris and I were just "experimenting."  Or maybe she just thought
I was using it for my own self-pleasure.  I sincerely hoped it was the
latter of the three.  My mother was a Bible fanatic, and I had no idea
how she would react to my coming out to her.  I didn't think she'd hate
me, but I really didn't want to hear the whole "gay people go to hell"
myth that her Catholic Church likes to peddle.

            Once the groceries had been tended to, I told my mom we were
going for a walk, which piqued Chris' interest.  I led him out into our
large backyard, which extended about 100 feet to a creek, with a hill
rising up behind it to support the train tracks running through the
city.  We climbed the hill and walked the tracks over the bridge to the
other side of the creek, directing ourselves toward the bike path, which
wound around the lake.  It wasn't a great lake by any means.  I believe
someone once told me that it used to be a source of clay (mining?) or
something, so it had been dug out and filled by artificial means, then
stocked with fish.

            We were lucky to have the path virtually to ourselves that
day, so we slowly walked the path, mostly in silence.  I took a chance by
looking around for any prying eyes, and when I saw there were none
around, I grabbed Chris' hand and interlaced my fingers with his.  He
looked up at me and smiled, and then we kept walking for about
three-quarters of a mile, to the point where the path ended, before we
turned around.

            Everything seemed brighter that day.  The trees seemed
greener, the aroma of the flowers in bloom more powerful, and the wind
seemed to sing in harmony with the birds in the trees.  I had never taken
notice to the beauty of nature until that very moment.  Upon until now,
it was hard to see such beauty in other things.  I had never experienced
them before that wonderful week in the Boundary Waters, but now that I'm
with Chris, they just seem to jump out at me from all directions.]

            When we returned home, it was getting closer to dinner, so we
sat and watched an afternoon movie as my mother folded laundry and tended
to the house as was her normal weekend routine. We had pizza that night,
ordered from some local establishment, which we liked better, because the
food seemed to taste fresher than from the typical mainstream places.  I
was always a big pizza fan and my favorite activity would be sitting in
front of the TV, eating pizza, drinking Pepsi or Coke, and for a change
of pace, being close to my love.

            After exhausting every effort to find some engaging program
to watch and failing miserably, we retired to my room for the night.  I
closed and locked the door after we entered, as I always did when I
relaxed in my room, and we tinkered around with my computer for a while.
I showed him a couple gay teen love stories I had found online, which I
used often to facilitate my own fantasies.  We played some computer games
and chatted with some of my friends, typical teen stuff I guess.  What
was fairly atypical was the way we clung to each other though.  I draped
my arm over his shoulder for a while, then would place one hand on his
thigh, rubbing gently until I noticed him responding.  He gasped as I
rubbed the tent in his shorts, his erection now making itself painfully
obvious to my lover.

            When we decided it was safe (when my parents had gone to
bed), we took out our essentials and prepared for our late night
activities.  Chris asked me once again, before we started, if I was sure
that I was ready. I agreed that I was, so we decided to get down to
business.

He first took off all his clothes, in a goofily-seductive way, trying to
imitate some of the routines we had seen on various breeder movies over
the years.  He rubbed his hairless chest sensuously, while grinding his
crotch into his hand and moaning quietly.  I was extremely turned on and
couldn't wait for us to get down to business.  He knew I was eager and
decided to save the cheesy porn star bit for another day, so he kicked
the rest of his clothing off, then pushed me onto my back on the bed,
sitting on my stomach.  He lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it
into the corner, and then we kissed deeply for a few minutes, while his
hands freely caressing my chest and stomach.  He began undoing my pants
while he had me pinned down on the bed, sliding them down past my knees,
and I pulled my feet through the legs and left them sitting at the foot
of the bed.  We were now both completely naked, our erections touching
and our smooth skin tickling each other's.  Chris sat up and grabbed the
another packet of lube from my bedside table, squeezing some in my hands
and rubbing them together to help warm it up.  I looked up at Chris
lovingly, giving him permission with my eyes to have his way with me.

He pulled my legs up and placed them on his shoulders, on either side of
his head, before he carefully inserted the first finger into my backside,
which caused me to release an emotional grunt.  He could tell that I was
enjoying the stimulation his finger evoked and he was not surprised to
see my level of pleasure increase, when he inserted the second
lube-covered finger into my anus[.  He pulled and then pushed his fingers
in and out energetically, until he felt I was loose enough to try the
real thing.

He affixed the condom over his erection, and then covered it with a
generous coating of KY to minimize my discomfort.  Once the preparations
had been completed, he lined up his erection with my backside, and looked
up at me one last time, to make sure this is what I wanted.  I bit my lip
in nervous anticipation and nodded for him to proceed.

After my final confirmation was given, Chris gently inserted the head of
his penis into me, an act that caused great pain and pleasure at the same
time.  I did what was suggested in the materials I had read on the
Internet, and pushed down on my abdominal muscles, relaxing the tight
muscle that kept him from proceeding.  As the pain lessened and the
pressure became less intense, Chris continued pushing downward until he
was completely inside of me.  After waiting and giving me time to adjust
to this new feeling, he began his rhythmic movements, which filled my
body with unbridled sensations of pleasure.  The pressure of his boyhood
inside of me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and each time he
hit the prostate gland, a hot pleasurable euphoria spread throughout my
pelvic area.

Chris' body and mine were obviously straining from these activities, and
we were both covered in sweat from head to toe.  I couldn't believe it
felt so good to have my lover inside of me.  Unable to be solely a
passenger in my own sexual escapades, I masturbated in time to Chris'
work, and reveled at the awesome feelings that we were creating together.

Each time Chris pulled away and pushed back down, I would clamp down on
his erection, causing him to shudder in ecstasy, pulling him deeper and
deeper inside of me.  I could tell he was almost there, as he sped up and
then suddenly buried himself as far inside as he could, and grunted with
pleasure as he came with his erection inside of me.  Just as he finished
with his own orgasm, he withdrew from me, grabbed my hand and removed it
from my own cock, before taking me into his mouth.  Lovingly, he pleased
my most sensitive organ with such great care that the feelings became too
much and I could no longer restrain myself, and I came into his mouth.
It was an incredible experience that I would never forget.

They say that getting a blowjob is better than any other type of sex, but
that weekend I knew that was not true.  For, any sexual act between two
lovers is infinitely pleasurable and I couldn't believe how wonderful he
made me feel, inside and out.  I had finally lost my virginity to the
first and only boy I had ever loved.

We fell asleep still entangled together, in the same fashion as the night
before, continuing to revel in each other's warm presence.

I felt Chris stir sometime during the night, leaving the room briefly to
go to the bathroom, then returning to my bed, curling up beside me,
stroking my back as I rested my tired body.

I was too tired to notice that Chris forgot to lock the door after he
returned from his late night bathroom trip.  We'd soon be paying for
that careless blunder.

I awoke early Sunday morning, my muscles still sore from our lovemaking
the night before.  I rubbed my nose gently against Chris' neck, which
caused him to pull away, mumbling something incoherent, before he fell
back to sleep again.  Not even close to being done messing with him, I
nuzzled my nose into the nape of his neck again, and he pulled away once
more, this time saying something which sounded like, "mom, quit it."

I looked at him cross and decided that I was through with being subtle.
I threw back the covers of the bed, which surprised Chris and his eyes
shot open, mouth agape.

 "Dude, it's cold!" he exclaimed.

"Well then," I responded, "lemme help you warm up...."  I pinned him
down with my naked body, our erections once again pressed together.  I
ran my hands through his hair as we made out for several minutes, our
crotches grinding together with little urgency.

As I sat up to give him a breather, I glanced over at the door and my jaw
dropped to the floor.  My eyes locked onto the figure of my mother
standing in the doorway, a shocked expression on her face.  I just sat
there not knowing what to say.  Chris was still humping my groin when I
slapped him on the head and he screamed at me.

 "Dude, what the fuck?"

I cleared my throat, and nodded my head in my mother's direction.

He took one look at my concerned mother staring in awe, and responded
appropriately.  "Oh shit...."

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