Date: Mon, 17 May 2010 14:19:55 -0500
From: Joseph Biggers <josephbiggers@gmail.com>
Subject: Max Thieriot and Allan Hyde, Chapter 3

"Max Thieriot and Allan Hyde"
by Joseph Biggers

Disclaimer:  This story is entirely fiction.  I do not know Max Thieriot or
Allan Hyde and this story is not meant to be an actual depiction of either
of their lives.  I do not make claim to know their true sexuality nor is
this story intended to imply that either of them are actually homosexual.

Have any questions, comments, criticism, or insults?  Contact me at
josephbiggers@gmail.com

Chapter 3

The day following my mile high adventure with Allan, was a boring day.  It
was a chilly day so it was too cold to go swimming, too cold to do anything
really.  For awhile in the morning I sat and watched TV.  At noon I got up
and made something small for lunch.  After I took a shower It was back to
the TV again.

I was just starting to fall asleep when my phone violently vibrated against
the glass dining room table.  I think I loved it when my phone said "New Txt
from Allan H."  It kind of made my day.

Allan:  Good Afternoon.
Me:  how r u?
Allan:  bored to death.
Me:  me 2, havent done anything all day.

Then there was a pause in our conversation.  So convenient, to just send
someone a text message, but how excruciating painful it is to wait for them
to respond sometimes.  Although I knew a part of me liked Allan, and enjoyed
his company, I knew then that it was mostly just lust.

Allan:  What are you up to?
Me:  Nothing at all, want to come over?
Allan:  To your place?
Me:  Yes, I have my own apartment.
Allan:  What's your address, I will call a cab.
Me:  I need to get out of the house.
Allan:  Soooo, we're not hanging out at your house?
Me:  No I mean ill come get you, what's your address?

As I awaited Allan's next message I quickly ran for my bathroom and hastily
brushed my teeth.  I stripped off my t-shirt and sweat pants and put on some
tighter fitting jeans and a tighter fitting t-shirt.  I received Allan's
final message and while I printed the directions I gave myself one last look
in the full body mirror that hung on the bathroom door.  I had to make sure
I looked good as I had a compulsion to continue to impress him.

Traffic was terrible, and this afternoon I was impatient.  Not a good
combination, but I got my car through the city without a scratch.  When I
arrived at the small, but nice building I picked up my phone to let him know
I was here.

"Hello," Allan greeted me with his cute accent.

"Hey I'm here,"  I advised him.

"I know I am walking down my front stairs,"  Allan said.

I turned to look and saw him walking almost in slow motion.  I hung up my
phone, no need to say bye or anything as he would reach my car before the
call was ended.  He grabbed for the door but I had to unlock it.

"For a moment I thought you were not coming," Allan told me as he sat down.

"Sorry traffic is very bad today."  I apologized.

"No, it is fine," he assured me.

An awkward silence came over the conversation.  I turned the radio on in
hopes of eliminating all quietness, but didn't turn it up too loud so as to
kill any potential conversation.

"So what are we going to do at your house?" Allan questioned me.

"Whatever, we can watch a movie or whatever," I answered.  "Are you hungry
at all?"

"I am always hungry," he said with a cute sincerity.

I could not help but smile for a moment.  The more I observed him, the more
I realized that Allan Hyde was a different kind of "hot."  I once heard
someone use the term, "adorkable" and at this moment it was the closest
thing I could think of to describe Allan.  He wore a plain black sweater,
which I loved the way it hugged his chest, his sides, and his stomach.  His
pants were tight fitting also however due to him sitting down I could not
see how well they fit him.  His pants were also black, kind of morbid I
thought.

"What sounds good to you?"  I asked him.

"I could eat anything," he said look full of himself.

"Well for our first date..."

I stopped talking for a moment.  I felt very embarrassed that I used that
terminology.  I felt so dumb for talking before thinking about what I was
saying.  I wondered for a moment that if by calling this a date if I had
ruined it with him.  I looked to him from the corner of my eyes, hoping for
some type of reassurance, but did not get any.  He stared through the window
at the street before us, almost emotionless.  I hated not knowing what he
was thinking, and jumped to the conclusion that it was bad.

Then his gaze slowly turned towards me, and he stared at me for a moment
before saying, "you were saying that for our first date..."

I was immediately soothed that he didn't think bad things about me, that he
felt the same way about what we were doing as I did.

"For our first date," I continued, "I'll let you pick the restaurant.

"Really?"  Allan questioned me.

"Really," I reaffirmed my statement.

He thought for a moment and I continued to drive in the direction of my
apartment.

"Any ideas?" I asked.

"This might seem kind of selfish, but there is a new Danish restaurant I
heard about, and it seems like it's been forever since I have tasted
anything from home."  Allan explained.

"What is Danish food like?" I inquired.

"Well it is more like a deli, we can get sandwiches and I hear they have the
best rye bread in town."  He explained in better detail.

I hated rye bread, but this I kept as a secret to myself.

"Sounds good to me, " I lied.

With that, Allan led the way through the city to this deli he kept hearing
about.  Surprisingly the drive to this deli was only about ten minutes from
my house by the beach.

We went inside and I allowed him to order sandwiches for both of us as he
plainly was the expert on this.  When we sat down to eat I was a bit
apprehensive to take my first bite in front of him, hoping I wouldn't spit
out the rye in absolute disgust.  I unwrapped the sandwich from it's wax
paper, stopped breathing through my nose and took a bite.

"This is actually pretty good," I announced after my first bite.

"I know!"  Allan said with a bit of excitement, and the most adorable
twinkle in his eye.

No I was not lying, the bread wasn't as dry as I've had in the past.  It
wasn't the rye that I hated.  Nothing to write back to Denmark about I'm
sure, but it was pretty decent.

"What kind of movies are you into?"  I asked him.

"I could sit through anything."  He said.

I hated when people responded with vague answers, especially if you asked
them a direct question.  With Allan I enjoyed it.  It was not annoying, or
not like he couldn't make a decision or anything like that.  Instead I found
his vague answers to be something more like a book I wanted to read badly.

"But if you had to pick a favorite movie, what would it be?"  I continued to
question him.

"Really that is not fair, I couldn't say I have just one that is my
favorite," he said before taking another bite of his sandwich.

"What type of movies do you like?" I became relentless in my quest for
knowledge.

He thought about this question for a moment before answering, "honestly,
mostly revenge, I think revenge makes a good story, after that I like to
be...um...fascineret.

"Fascineret?" I inquired.

"You know, not like fascinated, but confused and excited," he tried to
explain.

"Do you mean intrigued?"

"Yes that's it!"

"Like a good thriller, you like mysteries?"

"Yes I do," he said with slight nods of his head and the cutest smile of the
day.

I couldn't get enough of him, he was, at this moment, beyond words.  I
finished up my sandwich and got up to get a refill on my drink.  As the
lemonade slowly poured from the fountain, I stared at the back of his head.
A part of me wanted to reach out and run my hands through his rough yet soft
short hair.

"That sandwich was excellent," I said sitting back down at the table.

"Really, I had no idea you liked sliced red fox meat," he said taking the
last bite of his sandwich.

I stared at him for a moment in silence before asking, "WHAT?"

"I am just kidding Max, it was turkey."

I let out a sigh and a nervous laugh.

"You're such a dork," I said with a smile.




That afternoon found us watching bad horror movies.  My collection was huge
and we'd have an endless supply of things to make fun of.

"I swear if he says rave to the grave one more time I'm gonna hate him."  I
commented.

"Yeah, its wonderful how nobody else at this party notices that half the
people are eating the other ones alive," he added.

"Maybe if they weren't so busy dancing, if you could call it that," I
continued to make fun of the movie.

With that a scene came up where a zombie pulled someone's head off.

"Yes because that's possible," Allan joked.

"I can do that," I said.

"Really?"  Allan playfully questioned me.

"Yes, wanna see?" I asked.

"Try," he said tilting his head forward.

I did not budge a muscle, I did not move an inch.  I sat concentrating on
his head, cute as it was.

"Well?" He antagonized me.

"Just one minute," I assured him.

"One minute for what?"

"I'm gonna do it with my mind."

With that he laughed and said, "and you called me the dork."

The movie ended and we put in another one.  Somewhere during giant
mosquitoes, before leprechauns in space, he fell asleep with his head
resting in my lap.

I've never had anything like this before.  It felt so strange, so weird, so
forbidden, so natural.  I wanted to run my fingers through his short hair,
but I didn't want to wake him up.  Usually when people imagine the person
they might be attracted to, they imagine perfection.  Perfect hair, perfect
eyes, mouth face.  People imagine tall, dark, handsome, and symmetrical.  I
stared at Allan, who was twitching a bit in his sleep and realized that he
was none of these things.

His hair grows in opposite directions and at different speeds.  His ears are
small and sit awkwardly on the lower sides of his head.  He was shorter than
5'9" and his legs and arms seemed short also.  His finger nails were bitten
and they sat at the ends of short stubby fingers.  His teeth are too small
for an adult.  His nose was the biggest feature on his face.  His crooked
eye brows framed his crooked eyes.  Sometimes when he talked he accentuated
things from the corner of his mouth which made him look funny at times.  I
loved it all, every last imperfection gave me chills and I couldn't take my
eyes off of him.  He was the most beautiful person I've laid eyes on.  I
watched his chest and stomach, rise and fall with each deep breath he took,
and then I stared a bit lower.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, making it obvious that he was awake.

Right off I was embarrassed and looked away quickly.  Although I had him in
my mouth, and me in his, I still was ashamed that he caught me staring at
him like that.

"Nothing, I was just thinking."  I lied.

He lifted up his head, then back down again on my lap before rubbing his
cheek on my hardening dick.

"This does not feel like nothing," he commented.

I turned red in the face.  Normally I was more prude, or should we say
reserved.

"Are all Europeans this bold?"  I asked him.

"Only the ones who know what they want," he answered sitting up.

"You know what you want?"  I asked him sitting up from my slump.

"Of course I do," he said in his deep mixed accent.

"What is that?"

He did not say anything from that point.  He simply got on his knees on the
couch and leaned in to kiss me.  I half lied down so that I could pull him
on top of me.  I weighed more than he did and I myself was kind of a strong
person, so this did not bother me, I barely felt him laying on me.  But then
his arms began to shake.

"It's okay, I can handle it," I assured him.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me."

"How do you know?"

"Just trust me Allan."

"Okay."

He rested entirely on top of me.  At first shifting his weight slowly to
make sure that I was not hurt in any way.  My first thought was to push out
his elbows so that he had no choice but to collapse on top of me, but I
figured I did not know him well enough to play rough yet.

The feeling of his weight was an absolute turn on.  Instantly I felt my dick
get hard, yet it was trapped in my jeans by Allan's force.  I am not sure if
he felt it pressing into him but he did begin to kiss my neck which felt
fantastic.  His hair smelled good, not an identifiable scent, but I inhaled
it's aroma every chance I got.  His mouth was warm against my neck, on the
lobe of my ears, on my collar line, then it was cold where his tongue had
been.  This gave me goosebumps, and made me begin to grind into him.  He
moaned lightly as he made his way to my chin then kissed me softly on the
lips.

"Allan," I whispered.

"Yes," he answered before kissing the area behind my jaw line, below my ear.

"You're beautiful," I admitted.

He kissed my shoulder before coming back face to face to look me in the
eyes.

"Thank you Max, but I do not think you are supposed to call a guy
beautiful," he whispered with a smile and cute nod of his head.

"Sorry," I said with a smile in return.

We kissed for a few more moments. His tongue was soft.  His lips were also
soft yet pushed into mine with strength.  His breath was warm and tasted, or
smelled, of mint something.  He was never sloppy, never pushy.  He was a
master at kissing me, almost as if he has been doing it for years, well
organized.

"Max," Allan whispered.

"Yes."

"Do you like me?"

I kissed the tip of his nose.

"I like you Allan."

"I want you to do something," he said.




A few short minutes later, we were in my room.  I lied on my bed and Allan
sat on my lower stomach with his legs kneeling on both of my sides.  We were
completely naked.  He looked incredible as he hovered over me.

"I've never done anything like this before," I shamelessly admitted.

"Neither have I," he whispered with a smile.

He looked at me with inquisitive eyes.  He looked at my chest and placed his
hands on it, leaning forward for another kiss.  As our lips locked again I
felt his lower body shift down to my lower stomach.  Then he shifted further
down, and further down, until I could feel him pressed against me.

We still kissed as I began to grind into him.  He began to shake again, to
my slight disappointment.

"You don't have to hold yourself up."

"I am not," he whispered into my ear, "this just, feels so fantastic."

"You feel fantastic," I whispered back.

He slid down a bit further and sat straight up.

"Are you sure?"  I asked him.

He didn't say anything, he just nodded.

Then he grabbed my dick from beneath him and lined it up.  Slowly he slid
down the slightest bit, the look on his face was first of discomfort, than
of relief, than he smiled.  I could feel that just the tip had gone in.  He
felt kind of tight.  Allan slid further down, slowly.  At first the pressure
told me that I was not going to penetrate him any further, but the more he
slid down the easier it got.  The pressure stopped as the rest of my dick
easily slid into him.

The feeling I had inside of him was explosive.  I looked for his eyes as he
was looking for mine.  He let out a moan with a smile of ecstasy on his
face.  This was the moment that I realized our eyes were the same color.

"Are you okay?"  I asked.

"Beyond," he calmed me.

First he took small steps and slowly slid up so that just the tip of me was
in him.  Than slowly he came back down.  His muscles worked me and he gasped
in air each time he fully took me back in.  It felt great, but this was
still slow, and this was still careful as we were both delicate in this
area.  After a few minutes he picked up a faster rhythm.  It seemed that he
no longer had any discomfort and he looked like he loved pulling me in and
out of him.  I began a motion with him so that I could thrust as far into
him as possible.  It felt so good feeling his warm ass engulf my dick,
tighten around my head and take it all back in again.  His body felt tense,
hot, fantastic as he quivered and shook as I fucked him.  The look in his
eyes was ecstatic and the sounds of his moans and gasps for air through
curled in lips made me want to fuck him even more.

I sat up as we continued our motion and I started to kiss him again.  I
grabbed him by the backs of his legs just below his ass and laid him on his
back.  I slowly slid my dick back into his ass to make sure that this
position didn't cause him any pain.  He closed his eyes, curled in his lips
and pushed back into me.  I took each one of his legs, and rested his ankles
on my shoulder.  Slowly at first I fucked him, then after a few minutes I
went in, deeper and harder as I leaned over him to kiss him while we
fucked.  He looped his arms around my neck in a kind of way to hold up his
upper body as I thrust into him, over and over again, causing him to shiver
and moan beneath me.  I used my right hand to hold me up on the bed but my
left hand found his hard dick.  I began to jack him off in unison with my
fucking and both of us moaned and gasped for air at different times.  The
heat we produced was immense, and I could feel an incredible force every
time I closed the space between us to lean in for another kiss.

A few more minutes and I felt him tighten around my ass.  Immediately after
that I felt my stomach and chest get hit by warm spurts of his cum as he let
out a loud moan.  He buried his head into my pillow but without luck was
lying on his back and failed at being quiet.  I didn't care, everything he
was doing, feeling him grip my dick with his ass was so overwhelming that I
could no longer hold it.  Again came that feeling up my spine, down to my
toes, up the middle of my legs and to the tip of my dick with each spurt of
cum.  I came so hard that it was unbearable and I felt as if my toes broke
into a curl, I bit my lips hard and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
With no strength left I collapsed on top of him.

Moments later my arms, my legs, and my face felt insanely numb mostly likely
from the lack of oxygen as I hyperventilated.  He hugged me tightly to his
chest as he kissed the sides of my sweaty head and I kissed his sweaty
chest.  I also held him tight with my arms wrapped around his shoulders,
both of us still slightly shaking.  I slowly pulled my softening dick from
inside him as we both flinched from how sensitive we were to this touch.

Our sex was so dirty, but at the same time so pure.  I did not know if I
loved him, or if I just wanted to fuck him.  I was certain that lying in his
arms that evening, us alone in my bedroom as the world went on without us,
was the only place I wanted to be.