Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 20:56:06 -0700
From: Gray Nouny <flyin_rogue@hotmail.com>
Subject: And Then He Kissed Me
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PROLOGUE
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Beth screamed as Blake and I scrambled
to cover ourselves, "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD DO THIS TO ME. WE'RE
FUCKING ENGAGED!"
"Beth, please calm down, it's not what it seems," Blake pleaded,
trying desperately to clam his frantic fiance.
Beth ran from the room. Blake and I raced to get our clothes back
on; we knew wherever she was going, it could not be good. As I pulled my
shirt over my head, Beth appeared in Blake's doorway, holding a loaded
revolver. She pointed it at me, and I looked at her in horror as she
pulled the trigger. I felt a searing pain as the room faded to black.
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ONE
"Uhh...yeah, that's it....mmmm." I closed my eyes; I saw Blake in my
mind. Visions of his thick blonde hair and athletic body filled my mind. I
had to try very hard not to scream his name. I sighed; I really needed to
stop fantasizing about him.
"Oh, God...your ass is so tight. You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
Jake said. *'Or is it John? James?'* I didn't care, spring break was a
week away; I just wanted it to be done.
"Ohh yeah," I faked, "fuck me good." He began pumping his dick into my
hole faster, grunting with each thrust. I had to admit, he was hitting me
in all the right places. I moaned again, I could tell he was getting close.
"Ahhh...Blake," I yelled. *'SHIT!' *
"Umm my name...is Jarred," he said as he thrust and came, groaning.
"Oh, sorry," I said as he pulled out of me, keeping the condom snug
on his softening dick.
"I'll be right back," he left the room and went down the hall into the
bathroom. I quickly got dressed and ducked out the door, into the dimly lit
hallway of the dorm. I went outside, the cool night air whipping through
the doorway. I walked home to my apartment, which was just a few blocks
away. *'Why can't I stop thinking about him?'* I asked myself; pissed
because that was the third time I had done that.
As I walked home memories of high school flooded my head. I would
wait for traffic to clear and watch the hot football players, especially
Blake, pass me in their tight pants. Memories of Beth and me breaking up
sophomore year, and of me telling her I was gay junior year.
"God damned musical," I said aloud. Beth and Blake first started
dating during our high school's rendition of West Side Story. Both had
leading roles. He had dumped the most popular girl in school for her and
even turned down a full ride football scholarship at another university
just to be with her in college. I couldn't understand why last Christmas
he asked her to marry him. He was *my* fantasy, even though I never told
Beth that.
I laughed quietly to myself, remembering when I first came out to my
friends. Every time I drank rum, or celebrated the Fourth of July, it
reminded me of playing truth or dare and Derek asking me that fateful
question. I came out to all my friends, Blake included.
*'Last week before spring break,'* I thought as I opened my
apartment door and went inside.
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TWO
*'God damned statistics!'* I thought to myself. I couldn't wait for
Spring Beak, which started at the end of this week. I was mulling over my
textbook in my bedroom when my phone rang. I answered it.
"Um...Nick, this is Blake, Beth's fiance," he said. My heart
fluttered a little bit.
"Oh hey, Blake, what's up?" I said. It was always awkward between us
for some reason. I guess we still had never gotten over the popularity gap
in high school.
"Er...I just wanted to ask if you could have your stuff packed by
tomorrow night so we could, um leave for home as soon as I get out of class
on Friday," *'oh crap'*, I thought. I haven't even done laundry yet.
"Sure Blake, that wouldn't be a problem. I will call you tomorrow
night when I'm ready for you to come pack me...er...my stuff in your Jeep."
"OK that's fine. Bye," and then he hung up. I cursed my stupidity,
but then I had an odd thought: usually Beth calls me when we make ride
plans. Maybe she was busy, or trying to make Blake more comfortable around
her friends. *'I will call her and confirm the plans,'* I thought to
myself.
That next day, after skipping poetry class to do laundry, I was all
packed and ready to go. I made the phone call, but this time I made it to
Beth.
"I'm ready," I said cheerily to Beth after she picked up.
"What?" Beth asked, confused.
"Aren't you and Blake gonna come and get my stuff loaded in his Jeep?"
"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you, I have relatives coming for my
parents' anniversary so my dad came and got me earlier today. You and Blake
are riding together tomorrow without me." She said.
"Um...OK...when were you gonna tell me about this?" I asked. I was
feeling weird about the situation. *'Blake and me in a Jeep? For five
hours? Awkward!!*'
"Um...now, I guess. You need to call him to get your stuff. OK?"
"Yeah, that's fine," I grumbled. We hung up and I dialed Blake, but
got voice mail. I hung up and tried after dinner.
"Yeah," there were those butterflies again.
"Hey it's Nick, I'm ready for you," I said, which made my thoughts go
dirty.
"OK, I'll be over in five."
"Cool, I'll see you then."
"Alright, bye."
When he arrived, he helped me carry my bags down to his Jeep; I
watched from behind as his muscles bulged through his tight A&F polo. We
got all of my stuff in the Jeep and I offered him something cold to drink,
which he politely refused *'Damn!'* He went back to his dorm and I went
back to homework.
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THREE
Argh! My alarm went off at 7:15 A.M. and I rolled out of bed, slightly
hard. Blake was in my dreams. I got dressed and made my way to school.
*'Last day before break'* I thought as I boarded the bus. Classes and work
were uneventful. I was ready to get out of this city and get back home.
As if by my own willful design, my phone rang. It was Blake. "Hey dude,"
he said nonchalantly, "are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I need to grab a few things, so meet me at my apartment in like,
thirty minutes."
"Cool," he said, and he hung up the phone. Even though he and Beth had
dated for a long time, I barely knew Blake, so I felt a little weird that
Beth left us together. However, I was prepared; I had my iPod and a large
book of crossword puzzles.
I grabbed a quick lunch, took the bus back to my apartment, and gathered my
last belongings. As I packed my computer into my bag, the doorbell rang.
It was Blake. I answered and he was wearing a pair of loose fitting cargo
shorts, flip-flops, and one of his tight Hollister tee shirts that showed
off every muscle. I couldn't help checking him out again as we went down
the stairs. We unceremoniously got into his Jeep and were on our way back
home to Philipsburg. After about an hour on the road, I was the first to
break the silence. "How's Beth?" I asked him, hoping this would break the
silence.
"She's all right; been on the rag lately," Blake replied. He seemed a bit
agitated when I mentioned her name. Knowing how Beth can get, I assumed
this was a common occurrence.
"What do you mean?" I asked coyly.
"I feel so pressured, with all this wedding shit that she is planning. I
am barely coping with the stress of school, let alone a wedding and a
lifetime commitment."
"We're only twenty," I told him, "not many people make these kinds of
decisions so young."
"Hey...yeah! You're right. We *are* only twenty. How can people expect me
to make choices at this time in my life?" Blake paused, thought for a
second, and put his strong hand on my shoulder, "ya know, you're lucky,
Nick, you don't have to deal with girls and marriage and commitment and all
that shit."
"Yeah, but sometimes it would be nice to be able to experience that." I
saw him smile slightly out of the corner of my eye. He took his hand off my
shoulder. A few miles down the road, Blake broke the contented silence
between us.
"Damn, I gotta piss like a racehorse," he said bluntly.
"I saw a sign for a rest stop a couple of minutes ago. It should be coming
up soon," I replied. We found the exit and pulled off the interstate. The
rest stop was secluded in a forest near a calm river. Blake made a beeline
for the bathroom as I got out and stretched my cramped legs. When Blake
stepped out of the bathroom, the cool wind tousled his sandy blonde hair.
He called out to me, "You wanna go for a walk?"
"What?!" *'Did he just ask me for a fuck?'*
"I said, do you want to go for a walk?"
"Um...sure," I replied. *'Keep dreaming, Nick.'* I figured a walk would
help my legs loosen up. We traveled down the path, shoulder to shoulder,
and started talking.
"Hey, thanks for listening to me bitch about Beth," Blake said, "it's hard
to find a good set of ears in my circle of friends."
"No problem, any--" I couldn't finish; Blake had pushed me up against a
tree. I didn't know what was going on until he pressed his soft, gentle
lips into mine. He forced his thick tongue into my mouth and massaged my
own. Every part of me filled with sensation as his athletic body pinned me
against the tree. My mind reeled with confusion. *'What the hell is going
on?'* We were locked together in sensual ecstasy as I felt his dick thicken
on my leg. He broke away, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
"Uh...um...I...I," Blake uttered before he turned and ran back to the Jeep. I
called out, but he didn't answer. I was scared that he would leave me at
the rest stop. I ran after him back to the Jeep. I found him inside, his
face like stone. I wanted to say something...but I was paralyzed with fear.
We drove the rest of the way home in complete silence. It may have only
taken forty-five minutes, but it felt like hours.
Blake quickly dumped me at my deserted house. I sighed when I realized
that I would spend the first half of spring break alone in my house. My mom
had a teacher's convention and would be gone until late Wednesday. As I
passed through the door, my mind started to race. I couldn't believe what
happened at that rest stop. *'Why would he kiss me like that? He's my best
friend's fiance!'* It was, however, one of my biggest fantasies fulfilled.
*'Does this mean he is gay? Bi?'* I was exhausted from the long day and
decided to call it an early night. I fell asleep on my bed, my thoughts
still reeling.
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FOUR
I awoke that morning to a torrential downpour. I lazed about the entire
day, watching TV and thinking about yesterday. That night, the doorbell
interrupted my favorite TV show. I slowly opened the door and my heart
stopped when I found Blake Adams soaking wet, in his workout clothes.
"Nick, I'm sorry about yesterday," he blurted out, looking like a
stone had been lifted from his chest.
"You're soaked," I replied, my hospitable nature kicking in, "come in, and
I'll get you some dry clothes." Blake followed me into the kitchen and he
sat at the table. I got him a towel from the nearby linen closet.
"Wait right here, I will get you some dry clothes." I ran up and came back
down with jeans, a sweatshirt, socks, and boxers. "The bathroom is down the
ha--" I stopped dead in the doorway to the kitchen. Blake stood next to the
table, and he was wearing only his boxer briefs. He came forward, his
muscles flexing as he walked. I could see his manhood through the wet cloth
that covered his groin. I was frozen to the spot, mouth agape, until he
grabbed me with his arms and kissed me deeply. I let go of the clothes and
melted into his strong frame as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.
I felt that familiar sensation on my leg and realized that I was getting
hard too. We broke our kiss. I looked sensually at him and he took my
hand.
"Where's your bedroom," he whispered, cracking a smile. I lead him
upstairs to my room. We continued to make out as he undressed me. My hard,
seven-inch cock brushed up against his, still trapped desperately by his
underwear. I knelt down and slowly pulled away his wet boxers. In front of
me was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. His erect cock was at
least nine inches long, probably more. I could see the thick veins throb as
he leaked his first globs of precum from the bulbous mushroom head. I
looked up into his crystal blue eyes; he smiled gently with a look of
longing. I didn't waste anymore time, I knew what he wanted me to do. I
realized that Blake was the biggest I had ever had, and it made me nervous.
I had been told I was a good cocksucker, but that didn't matter. I opened
my mouth and engulfed his throbbing head. My tongue danced wildly, focusing
on the sensitive underside.
"Ohhhh Nick...that's so good," he moaned.
I reached up and massaged his granite pecs, playing with his nipples. I
took in more of his sweet cock, savoring the precum dripping from it. I
opened my throat and let all of him slide down, trying with all my might not
to choke on the nine and a half inch rod that was invading me. Blake
grabbed onto the bedpost, threw his head back, and screamed wildly.
"Oh God, oh Fuck, Nick how are you doing that...Beth's never done that...oh
God...yeah...take my big cock!"
I took my hand from his pecs and moved down his rippling abs. I was glad
that he never lost his god-like football body. I grasped his large balls
and began gently tugging on them. This caused Blake's knees to go weak and
he started bucking his powerful hips, fucking my mouth. Apparently, he had
never been pleasured in quite this way before. I turned my focus to his
cock head, slurping it hungrily as I pumped the base of his cock. He
groaned and pulled back from me, grabbed me under my arms, and lifted me
onto my unkempt bed. I was surprised how strong he was. My cock flopped
against my flat, toned stomach, splashing precum. I lay on my back, waiting
for his next move. He met my eyes, and I wasn't sure if there was a twinge
of nervousness in his ocean-like pools. His next move surprised me; he got
down on his knees, placed his strong hands on my legs, and pushed them to my
chest. He then put his hands on my bubble butt and parted my cheeks. I
felt his hot breath on my tight, pink pucker. He let his tongue dance
gently on my hole. I went instantly into blissful convulsions; nobody had
ever eaten out my ass. I reeled as he lapped and nibbled at my anus,
darting his tongue inside of me. I was rock hard and feared I would orgasm
without even touching my cock.
"Ohhh...shit Blake...shit...ah oh ahh," I moaned loudly. I now wanted him
inside me more then ever.
"Mmmm...your ass is so hot, I want it right now. I want my dick inside you!"
Those words had never sounded better.
"Oh fuck, take me now!" I yelled. My heart raced as he stood up,
revealing his still rock-hard member, copiously lubed with my saliva. He
grabbed my left leg and put it on his shoulder. He grabbed his huge cock
and brushed it against my waiting hole, which tightened with pleasure.
"Please be gentle, you're the biggest I've ever had," I had snapped back
into reality for a moment. *'Am I ready for this?'* I placed my trust in
him fully when he replied.
"I'll be gentle; I don't want to hurt you," his eyes sparkled and I knew we
were both ready.
I felt his dick push against me, and I instinctively pushed back. He
pushed harder, my desperate sphincter finally relenting. His head entered
me, and he stopped.
"You OK?" He asked. I nodded, as he entered me farther. I tore at the
sheets and bit my lip. *'This is so painful.'* It took a couple of minutes
for him to enter me fully. He slowly pulled back and thrust again, grazing
my prostate with this thick club. What was painful was now the best feeling
I've ever had. My eyes rolled back as he began thrusting faster.
"Ahh...oh...uh...God Blake...yes...yess!" I was in heaven. Blake had a look of pure
ecstasy.
"Oh shit...oh fuck...you're so tight! I love it!" Blake groaned. He thrust
inside of me with intensity. I never wanted this to end. I grabbed my dick
and stroked it. Suddenly, still inside me, Blake grabbed me and pushed me
farther on the bed. He got on top of me, still thrusting. He leaned and
kissed me violently, forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I kissed him
back. My dick was now rubbing against his abs, and I was nearing climax.
"Ahh...mmm...Blake, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.
"Oh yeah, do it...mmmm...I'm gonna cum too!" He moaned. I couldn't take it
any more! My dick exploded, spewing my hot spunk on the wall behind us and
all over my chest. My ass clenched as I had the best orgasm of my life,
which caused Blake to scream in ecstasy. He pulled out of me and began
stroking his long cock. It wasn't long before his dick swelled and he shot
his first load, which landed on my face. I licked it greedily, and the
others that followed. He collapsed on the bed, and kissed my neck, tasting
the semen that had run down it. We laid there in pure ecstasy, breathing
heavily. I fell asleep in his arms contented, purging all of the thoughts
and consequences from my mind. Nothing would ruin this moment.
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FIVE
I awoke the next morning still entangled in Blake, and I sighed
contentedly. I slipped from his grasp, grabbed the towel from my closet,
and headed to the shower. I washed the remains of our lovemaking off my
chest in the steamy water. I saw a figure slowly open the bathroom door;
the obscured shape behind the frosted glass moved toward me. The shower
door was quickly pulled back, to my surprise. Blake stood there, completely
naked and erect, glistening from the steam that had accumulated on his
chiseled form.
He entered the shower and pushed me up against the wall, my face tingling
from the cold tiles. He kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders. I
turned my head and our lips met in a steamy French kiss. I spread my legs
and bent over slightly, letting the warm water run in my crack and across my
eager pucker. Blake pressed against me, grabbing my hips for leverage. I
could feel his cock force itself between my cheeks, trying desperately to
enter my tight hole. I groaned as his head passed through my sphincter, my
muscles clenching as he entered me further. I gritted my teeth with pain.
Blake kissed my neck again, gently. He began thrusting rapidly, my knees
buckling with pleasure as he rammed my ass.
"Ahhh...God...Blake...I love...your big...cock!" I cried out in pleasure as it
echoed off the hollow walls. Blake wrapped his arms around me massaging my
nipples, enhancing the already astronomical sensation I was feeling.
"Mmmm...ahhhhhh!!" Blake screamed.
"Fuck me harder...ahh...yeah...Fuck me good!" I yelled, grabbing and squeezing
his copious testicles. Blake grunted with gratification. He took my cue.
He forced me to bend over and I grabbed the ledge of the tub for support.
He then began his final assault on my tender ass. My eyes welled up as he
rammed his oversized tool into my warm love canal. I moaned loudly as I
wrenched on my rigid dick.
"Ohh...shit! I'm gonna cum!!" Blake was like an animal. He ripped his
monster out of my ass and turned me around, forcing me on my knees. I
hungrily accepted his cock in my wet mouth. He forced it down violently, as
I almost gagged. I continued jerking my cock in my fist. I sucked him
furiously, as if it were a matter of life or death. I tasted his precum as
he bucked his hips wildly, and tugged and massaged his testicles, which
began to tighten to his hot body. I knew it was time. I shot first, my
creamy manhood erupting from my purple cockhead.
"Fuck...Fuck...FUCK!!!" Blake screamed as he spewed his first load, which I
swallowed greedily, tasting his sweet seed. He filled my mouth to the brim,
and I drank every bit of that succulent man nectar. I milked his cock of
all its juice and rose, kissing him hard on the mouth, letting our saliva
and his cum mix in our mouths. He groped my mouth looking for every remnant
of his milky load.
I washed up and got out, giving him some privacy. He slapped my
tender, used ass on my way out, giving me a gratified smile. I dried off,
got dressed, and then went downstairs to make breakfast.
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SIX
The buzzer sounded on the toaster oven as Blake strolled down the stairs.
I pulled the hot toast out as he came up behind me and put his arms around
my waist. He kissed my neck and rubbed up against me; I could feel his soft
meat through his workout shorts.
"Blake, I'm gonna burn myself," I said as I pushed him away, "Sit down at
the bar, breakfast is almost ready."
"Smells good, I can't wait!" He squeezed my butt and sat down. I jumped
when I heard his cell phone ring. I had a sinking suspicion of who it could
be.
He answered as he walked out of the kitchen into the dining room, "Hello?"
A pause as he listened. I could still hear him.
"Um...er...I'm at home. I was really tired last night, so I went to bed
without calling you," he said nervously. His eyes rolled at her response.
"I said I was sorry, honey, I will see you tonight." He replied, and hung
up the phone. Blake came back into the room, bringing with him an awkward
silence.
"Who was that?" I asked, even though I knew who it was.
"Beth," he grumbled as I set the toast and eggs in front of him. He dove
into his plate, accentuating the silence between us. I stared at him,
waiting for him to notice me. He looked up from his eggs.
"Wha...?" He asked.
"Are we going to talk about this?"
"About what?" He seemed defensive in his reply.
I raised my voice, "Blake, about us! Beth!"
"I love Beth, there is no us, this is just for fun." My heart broke, but
my blood began to boil. My eyes narrowed and stared coldly into his.
"I don't just fuck any and every guy I come across!" I spat back.
"You know something, of all the people I know, I thought *you* would give
me the least bullshit!"
"Well what about how I feel? Doesn't that matter to you?" I pleaded,
still angry.
"Whatever, I'm outta here!" He said coldly. He got up and left. I was so
pissed that I didn't care. I dumped our plates and threw them in the sink.
I stumbled up to my room, tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my
cheeks. I lay on the bed, sobbing and clenching my pillow. I cried until I
fell asleep.
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SEVEN
I was jolted awake by the sound of my cell phone on the night table beside
me. I looked at my clock; it was 2:00 P.M. I answered it groggily.
"Hullo?" I mumbled.
"Hey, Nick! What's up?" It was my best friend from high school, Derek
Stewart.
"Oh hey, Derek, how are you? Are you on break?"
"Yeah, we're havin' a small party at my house tonight, you in?"
"Sure, I could use the distraction. What time?"
"Around eleven, whatever," he replied.
"Sure thing, I'll be there. Can I bring something?"
"Naw, man, I got it covered."
"Cool, see you then."
"OK, bye."
"See ya."
I hung up the phone and my mind went back to Blake. I pushed those
thoughts from my head, he was the last thing I wanted to think about. I
decided to focus my attention on the mountain of homework I had put off
until this break. It kept me occupied until I started to get ready. I made
my way over to Derek's house. It was only five blocks to his house, but I
heard the party from three blocks away. What was a "small gathering" had
ballooned into forty or fifty people. I entered the house, made my way to
the kitchen, and grabbed a beer. I heard Derek yell my name. I turned and
he greeted me with one of those cool handshakes straight guys do that I
could never get. We chatted for a while and then from the corner of my eye,
I saw Blake in the foyer. He was looking at me. I avoided his glance and
parted with Derek. I talked casually with other people, slowly making my
way over to Blake. He was standing alone in the foyer. He caught me out of
the corner of his eye coming toward him and he turned to face me.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"There is nothing to talk about," he whispered, making sure that no one
could hear us.
"Well I think there is, two people don't do things like we did unless
they--"
"Shut up Nick, I told you it's not like that," he said, slightly raising
his voice.
"But Blake, I love you."
"No you don't. Leave me alone," Blake turned for the door but I grabbed
his muscled arm.
"Blake, please," I pleaded.
"I said, LEAVE ME ALONE!" He turned back to me, breaking my grasp. He
wound his arm and punched me on the left side of my jaw. I fell to the
ground; it felt like I had been hit with a freight train.
"Blake, what the fuck!?" Derek yelled. The whole room looked at Blake, in
shock. Blake noticed the attention he had gotten and ran out the door.
"What the hell was that about?" Derek asked, as he helped me off the
hardwood floor. I quickly made up some lame story about Beth and ran
upstairs. I saw Blake's Jeep speed away through the picture windows above
the front door. I ran to the bathroom, shut the door behind me, and locked
it. I approached the mirror, expecting the worst. I noticed a small
bruise, but nothing major. There was a knock at the door. I opened it; it
was Beth, looking concerned.
"What the fuck did he do to you?" She asked.
"Don't worry about it."
"But he fuckin' hit you!"
"I said, don't worry about it!" I said angrily.
"Let me talk to him about it," she said.
"No, just please leave it alone," I said, annoyed. I caught Beth's eyes in
the mirror; she had a suspicious look on her face and my blood ran cold. I
decided I had had enough of this party. I left the house and started
walking home.
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EIGHT
The warm air hit my throbbing jaw; it reminded me of Blake.
*'Son-of-a-bitch!'* I thought as I rubbed my bruise. I walked slowly back
to my house on the deserted street. I looked back when I saw my shadow cast
by headlights. The vehicle pulled up beside me, it was Blake. I ignored
the Jeep and its occupant.
"Get in," Blake said. I continued to ignore him, my brain and heart in a
tug-of-war.
"Please," he begged, "I really need to talk to you." I continued walking,
fighting back tears. He stopped the Jeep. I began to walk faster as he got
out and tried to follow me. I turned.
"You got what you wanted, I'm leaving you alone!" I told him, "Now take
your own advice, and get the hell away from me!" He grabbed my arm and
turned me around, trying to kiss me. I pulled from his grasp, and he
reached for me again, holding me tighter. I couldn't get away.
"Please?" He quietly begged. I felt bad for him, and reluctantly agreed.
We got in to his Jeep and sped away. I was under the impression that he was
taking me home, but I abandoned that idea as we passed my house.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Some place quiet to talk," we drove to Stone Park, which was punctuated
with thick groves of oak trees. He got out and I followed him to a
secluded, plastic picnic table under a large oak. We sat down. I stared
coldly as he began to speak.
"Did you mean what you said at the party? That you loved me?"
"Yeah, Blake, of course I do. What we shared was more than lust; I saw it
in your eyes. We have a connection that I can't explain. I've been in love
with you since the fist time I saw you," I could feel the cool tears in my
eyes as I confessed my true feelings to him. "I was crushed when you fell
for Beth. I knew that it could never happen between us, but now this
happens and I'm really confused about your feelings for me." I wanted him
to tell me the words I have longed to hear, ever since high school. I cast
my eyes away and waited for his reply.
"Oh God, Nick, I never knew. I guess your feelings never crossed my mind,"
he got up from the table and came around to sit next to me. He lifted my
chin and looked deeply into my eyes. He kissed me deeply, the electricity
flowing freely through our bodies. I melted as he wrapped his arms around
me. We embraced for what seemed like hours.
"Nick, I love you too," he whispered, desperate tears welling from his
eyes. I kissed him again, our tongues melding together. I knew the
sacrifice he had made to say those words to me. I felt the electricity turn
to lust as I ran my hand down his back, feeling his heat against the night
air.
"Out here? Now?" He asked, I don't think he had ever had sex outside.
"Yeah," I smiled devilishly, "it makes everything better," I lifted his
shirt and kissed his shoulder.
"Wait," he said. He ran to his Jeep and fiddled in the glove box. He came
back with a small bottle. "Thought I could make things easier for you."
I laughed and he pulled me to him. I knew he went out and got that just
for me. I undid his belt and his loose pants dropped to his ankles. He
pulled off my polo and he lifted me onto the table. He took off my pants
and underwear and finished taking off his own. The table was cold from the
night air. He got on the table beside me and we began to make out. I
grabbed his hands and pushed his back to the table. He seemed surprised at
my strength. I released his lips and took his soft cock in my mouth. I
sucked it, feeling it grow harder. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed
the bottle of lube nearby and poured the liquid on his hardened tool, lubing
it copiously. I got on my knees, worked my finger between my cheeks, and
lubed my pucker. Blake got on his knees and he spun me around on all fours.
He aimed his dick at my eager hole. This time, the head broke past my
pucker with less resistance. His long pole slowly slid into me. I felt a
tinge of pain. He groaned as he entered me. My cock was instantly hard as
he began to ride my ass, feeling that sense of fullness that I craved.
"Mmmm...yeah...that's what I like," Blake grunted, "I like pumping your hot
ass."
"Oh Blake, fuck me! Fuck me!" I was in heaven. Then Blake did something
that really got me. He took his long cock and pushed it all the way in.
Then he pulled all the way out. I missed him inside me, but that feeling
didn't last as he shoved his rod all the way back inside me to the hilt,
making me scream with delight. He did this many more times.
"Oh God, Blake, I can't take anymore!" I pulled away from him and turned
to face him, our hard cocks touching. He smiled at me and we kissed. I
took him and pushed him down on his back.
"Just lay back and relax," I said, "let me have a chance to do the work."
Blake smiled eagerly. I rose and squatted slowly, Blake aimed his hardened
tool at my anus. I plunged down on his cock, sitting on it right away. I
put my hands on his chest and started riding his long club.
"Ohhh...why didn't we do this...before!" He grunted as I rode his cock
faster. I reeled as his head grazed my prostate.
"Ah...mmmm...your cock...is soo good!" I was in heaven. Blake took his
hands and started rubbing my cock.
"Blake you're gonna make...me...cum!" I yelled into the night.
"Mmmm...harder...faster...ahh...I'm gonna blow!" I increased my pace. He
tried to pull me off of him as he desperately held back. I shook my head,
this time he was going to cum inside of me. I felt myself shudder as Blake
stroked me to climax. My spunk flew onto his chest. My ass muscles
tightened in ecstasy. Blake's eyes rolled back into his head. I could feel
his throbbing cock swell. He screamed as he shot his first load into my
insides. It felt so warm! He shot load after load into my love canal. I
wanted more! I milked his hot tool of all its cum and fell onto his chest,
with him still inside me. We lay there heaving. Blake leaned up and kissed
me in thanks. We lay there for a while, Blake looking up at the stars, and
I looking into his eyes. As his cock softened, I pulled off and lay beside
him. We both took in the night's celestial offerings and dozed off for a
while.
* * *
I awoke to Blake's voice whispering to me. We were still in the park.
We got off the table and began getting dressed. I could feel Blake's
creamy load as it seeped from my ass. I quickly pulled up my pants and put
on my polo. Blake couldn't find his shirt, so he had to go without it. He
said he would look for it in the morning. I was definitely glad we couldn't
find it. I admired his frame as he drove me back to my house.
"I've got some stuff I've gotta do with Beth," Blake said as I got out of
his Jeep, "I won't be able to see you until Wednesday."
"OK, but my mom comes back that evening."
"I'm sure we can work something out," he smiled, "I love you."
"I love you, too." My heart fluttered as I ran to my door. My dreams were
filled with romantic visions. I rested contented, knowing that Blake was
mine, or so I thought.
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NINE
I spent the next two days walking on air. I could barely concentrate on my
responsibilities. Tuesday night, Blake called me.
"Hey man, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked in a playful tone. I was
overjoyed to hear his voice.
"Ummm...you?" I asked, just as playfully. We both laughed. "Maybe we
could get together at my house? My mom won't be back until later that
evening. Maybe we could watch a movie."
"That would be great. Beth will be out of town; she's looking at wedding
dresses. I will see you tomorrow afternoon."
"Sounds great! See ya then."
"OK, bye," I hung up the phone and bit my fist to hold back my joy. I
missed being with Blake and couldn't wait 'till tomorrow. I went to bed,
dreaming of things to come.
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TEN
I woke late in the morning and got ready. I cleaned the house. I
didn't want my mom to be angry with me when she got home. My phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, hun, what are you doing?"
"Oh--hey Beth, what's up?"
"I'm going shopping for dresses in Winberry, you wanna come?"
"You're going shopping in Winberry? That's like, three hours away!"
"I know, but they have divine little shops downtown. So, are you in?"
"Is Blake going?" I avoided her question.
"Of course not, I don't want him to see me in a dress before the wedding."
*'God bless tradition'* I thought. "Sorry...um...I...I've got other
plans." I choked as my cheeks reddened.
"Ohhh gotta hot date?" She asked mischievously.
"NO!" I lied, "My mom's coming back into town."
"Ohhh, OK. Maybe you and Blake could go and do something before your mom
gets home," I had to pinch myself to keep from laughing.
"Maybe," I said, trying to be casual, "I could give him a call."
"I will talk to you later then."
"Yup, bye," I hung up the phone and laughed, if she only knew. I set down
my phone, only to have it ring again. This time I really wanted to talk to
the caller.
"Hey."
"Hey, you ready for me?"
"Sure thing, come on over."
"What movie are we watching?"
"Mmm...you'll see."
"OK, I'll be over in five"
"All right, see ya," I picked a movie and put on top of the DVD player. I
did one last hair check in the bathroom and the doorbell rang. I opened the
door to a figure dressed in a dark blue oxford shirt and kakis. *'Damn!'*
I thought, *'this boy looks good dressed up or down.'*
"Hey, c'mon in," Blake stepped in and kissed me. I smiled and led him to
the loveseat in the living room. "Is this movie OK?" I held up a copy of
"Love Actually."
"Oh, yeah, I've wanted to see that," he replied. I popped it in
and headed to the recliner. I passed Blake on my way. He was sitting with
one leg across the two-seater and the other planted on the floor. He
grabbed the waist of my pants, exposing the top of my butt, and pulled me on
the loveseat with him between his legs. I rested my head on his chest,
feeling his heartbeat. About halfway through the movie, he grabbed my chin
and kissed me. We began making out, and he laid back on the couch. I got
on top of him, kissing him deeply. I slid my hand down his pants and began
playing with his soft dick, which was becoming hard. We weren't paying
attention to the movie anymore.
"Do you need directions this time?" I asked him, with a look of longing.
"Not this time." We got off the loveseat and made our way up to my room.
Blake wasted no time. He pulled off my shirt. I kissed him passionately as
I undid the buttons on his shirt. We got into bed and I told him to lay
back. I kissed him on the lips and slowly kissed his chest, making my way
down his ripped abs. I slowly undid his pants, pulled out his dick, and put
my mouth around it. It began to harden as I slurped it ferociously.
"Mmmm...yeah...deepthroat me, I love it when you do that." Blake was in
heaven. I loved sucking his cock and was so absorbed in pleasing him. I
was about to go to town on him when there was a sudden knock on my door.
The handle turned and it slowly opened. *'SHIT!!!'* I pulled my mouth off
his dick and bounded out of the bed. Blake barely got his cock into his
pants as my mother popped her head into the door.
"Hey honey, I'm ho--" my mom froze, unable to comprehend the scene before
her. "Oh, oh, excuse me." She backed out and closed the door. Blake got
up from the bed; he was bright red and had a look of sheer terror in his
eyes. I looked at him panicked. I had no idea what to do.
"Shit, Nick! I thought she was out of town 'till tonight!" Blake seemed
furious; he knew we had been caught.
"Get dressed and slip out the front door, I will go down and talk to her."
This could not be sugar coated with a lie; I knew I had to tell her the
truth. I put my shirt on and went down the stairs; Blake followed me,
making a beeline for my front door. I found my mom in the kitchen. I
opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off.
"Honey, it's OK, you don't have to say anything," my mom looked at me. She
knew my secret. I slumped into the chair across from her.
"Mom...I...I..." I stuttered. She interrupted me again.
"Nicky, really it's OK, I understand. I...I've known all along," I looked
into her eyes; I could feel all the pain leave my body. I knew she still
loved me.
"So how is Blake?" She asked, allowing her curiosity to get the best of
her. I looked away, smiling coyly.
"Um...he's good, a lot different than I thought he would be, I mean, since
high school."
"I thought he was engaged, to Beth."
"He is, I guess."
"It's not really fair to Beth that he's with you; and it's not really fair
to you that he's with Beth. I just want you to be safe," her motherly
concern reared its ugly head. I sat there looking down and thinking about
what she said.
"Mom, what should I do? I really love him," I pleaded. I was fighting
back tears now.
"Does he know how you feel?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how he feels?"
"He told me he loved me," the first tear slid down my cheek.
"Then he has *got* to make a decision. He must come clean with Beth, or
end it with you. And you have to be the one that lets him know this," my
mom lectured. I had lost the battle with my tears. They began streaming
down my face as my mother's words sank into my mind and heart. She got up
from her side of the table and walked over to me. I laid my head against
her chest. I cried out as she held me. I cried for Blake and I cried for
me. She finally knew who I really was. I would no longer have to lie to
her or keep any secrets from her. After I had cried all the tears I could,
I hugged her and thanked her. In my exhaustion, I went up to bed. On my
way, I picked up my phone. I saw I had a voicemail. I dialed the number
and listened to the message:
"Hey Nicky, it's Mom. I was able to get another flight, so I will be home
a couple of hours earlier. Maybe we could go out for dinner. My flight is
boarding so I will see you when I get home. Love ya, bye!"
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ELEVEN
I woke up Thursday morning, groggy and puffy-eyed. *I've gotta be less
emotional,'* I thought. I poured a bowl of cereal and ate it at the bar. I
planned the day as I mindlessly read the back of the cereal box. I had to
confront Blake about what had happened yesterday. I was going to go over to
his house, I didn't care who was there. I got dressed and got into my car.
I struggled with the clutch as I made my way to Blake's house.
I pulled into Blake's long driveway; I was working through my thoughts as I
rang the doorbell. The door opened and I had to keep my jaw from dropping
on the ground. This was the last person I wanted to see there.
"Nick, hey honey, what are you doing here?" Beth asked. I turned red, and
I racked my brain to come up with an excuse.
"Um...er...I think, I think I left a book in Blake's Jeep. I was coming to
get it," I stammered. *'Shit! What am I going to do?'*
"Go on in, Blake is downstairs. I'm on my way out," she said. I let her
pass by me as I went into his house. I shut the door and breathed a sigh of
relief. *'She bought it.'* Blake's house was pretty nice, but there was
definitely evidence that many kids had lived there. I called out to Blake.
I heard him reply from the basement. I made my way down the stairs and into
the hallway. I called out to Blake again; his reply came from the last room
down the hall on the right. I walked cautiously to the room and turned to
enter. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, in a pair of mesh
shorts. I pushed all lustful thoughts from my head.
"Did your mom say anything? Did you tell her anything? Did she recognize
me?" Blake stood up; I could feel the desperation in his voice.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. She *did* see you, and she asked. I didn't say
anything, but she's not stupid. I'm sure she had a pretty good idea about
what was going on last night," I said.
"God damn it! How could we be so stupid? Didn't you know when she was
coming home?"
"Yeah, I thought she was gonna come home later that night."
Silence. Blake sat there, shaking his head. I figured it was as good a
time as any, so I let myself go.
"Blake, what are we doing with this?"
"What do you mean?" Blake replied, confused.
"Us, again. What about you and me, you and Beth? I need to know what I'm
doing here. I need to know I'm not in love with a guy who can't love me
back."
"What do you want me to do? I have a responsibility to keep my
commitments," Blake said.
"How could you make a commitment knowing it will destroy both you *and*
Beth?!" I wanted to shake him; he didn't seem rational.
"Ya know, I didn't ask for this," he said.
"Wait a minute, *you kissed me*! I wasn't the one who asked for this!"
Blake sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. "You're right,
you're right about everything. Beth doesn't deserve this lie, and you don't
deserve the indecision."
"So what are you going to do? You've got to come clean with her, or break
it off with me."
"You've had years to come to terms with this, I've had, days." Blake
looked up from his hands.
"Blake, haven't you known? Hasn't there been something inside of you that
tells you what you truly want? That what you have with Beth is not right?"
"Not since I met you."
I dropped to my knees in front of him so our eyes met at level. "Then let
yourself be who you really are."
He leaned in and kissed me. I wanted him now more than ever. I pushed him
up on the bed and we began to kiss deeper. I wanted to feel him inside of
me once more. He lifted my shirt and removed it while I undid my jeans,
releasing my dick. I got off of Blake and removed my jeans and underwear;
Blake followed suit (only he wasn't wearing any underwear). I bent over and
put my lips around his hardening tool. I slurped loudly, preparing it for
my love canal.
"Mmmm...ohhhh," Blake groaned, he loved when I sucked his big dick. I
deepthroated him and he shuddered. He lifted my head off his cock.
"Get on the bed and lay on your back," he said as his dick flopped against
his stomach. I followed his directions, excited for what was about to come.
He got onto his hands and knees perpendicular to me, and did something
that blew my mind. He took that soft, virgin mouth and put it around my
cockhead. I felt his warm saliva surrounding my head and felt electricity
run up my spine. He took in more of me, fighting his sensitive gag reflex.
"Yeah, Blake, that's it....mmmm," I was coaching him the best I could; he
was obviously a virgin when it came to cock sucking, "open your throat more,
it will help."
He followed my directions and was able to get down to my pubic hair. I
groaned with pleasure and bucked my hips slightly. He pulled off my cock
and looked into my eyes. He shocked me, again.
"I want to try it, you know, I want to get fucked."
"Are you sure?" My dick twitched with excitement.
"Yes, I love you."
"I love you, too," I said. He got up and went to his dresser, pulling out
a bottle of lubricant. He came over and laid down. He began to open the
bottle.
"Wait. Let me," I interrupted, taking the bottle. He nodded as he got
onto his back and lifted his legs. I poured lube on my fingers and lubed
his virgin pucker. I played with the rim, rubbing my middle finger against
it. Blake's eyes rolled back into his head. This was a new sensation for
him, and he definitely enjoyed it.
I pressed my finger against his hole, preparing to enter it. I pushed a
bit harder and my fingertip passed through, his anal muscle reacting. I
looked up at him. He seemed OK, so I pushed my finger further into him.
"Ahh...oh, ah, ah, easy," Blake reeled as my finger plunged into his hole.
I eased it in and out, letting him get used to the sensation. I found his
prostate and rubbed my finger against it. Blake shuddered; he was hooked.
"Mmm...more," he pleaded.
"Are you ready for another finger?" I asked. I knew he couldn't refuse.
"Yeah...yeah."
I removed my middle finger. When I entered his ass, I worked my index
finger in his tight hole as well. He seemed to be taking this barrage on
his virgin hole like a pro. I worked my fingers inside him massaging his
prostate even more. I could see the precum leaking from his dick. He was
in ecstasy.
"Oh God, Nick, I want your dick inside me!" he yelled. I was happy to
oblige. I lubed my hard rod and put his legs on my shoulders. He spread
his cheeks as I aimed my dick at his hole. They met, his anal muscles
flexing. I slowly pushed up against him. He gritted his teeth as I entered
him, letting him get used to me inside him. I pushed farther into him.
*'God I love this feeling.'*
"Are you ok? Do you want me to keep going?" I asked, seeing the pain in
his eyes.
"Uh, yeah, please."
I was halfway into his untouched love canal. I pushed in further, this
time all the way. Blake clutched the sheets; I could feel him flex his
muscles around my dick. It drove me crazy. I began to pull out slowly to
the head of my cock. Blake squirmed.
"Go for it," he whispered.
I pushed down into him, burying my cock in his sweet ass. I began
thrusting.
"Oh God Nick, this is so good. Why didn't you tell me how good this was?"
"Mmmm...yeah, your ass is so tight...uhhh." I loved fucking him, and I did
it for a long time, savoring the sensation. My thrusts increased, I was
reaching climax. I put my hand around Blake's thick, hard dick and stroked
him slowly.
"Ohh Nick, I'm gonna cum. Ahhh...cum inside me!" Blake yelled. I
felt Blake's whole body tense, he was about to blow. I was holding back,
waiting for him. His first load exploded from his swollen rod and mine
followed after. I let out a moan as I filled his love canal with my seed.
Blake groaned, reacting to the warmth that filled him. I collapsed on to
his chest and lingered inside him. He kissed me passionately, and we made
out while I was still inside of him.
After my dick softened, I pulled out of him. My cum dribbled from his used
hole. He sighed contentedly.
"How was it? Are you OK?" I asked.
"Good, really good," Blake was exhausted. We laid there on his bed,
covered in the fruits of our passion. Blake put his head on my chest and I
wrapped my arms around him. I kissed the top of his head.
"I love you, Nick, I really do. I want it to be like this always."
"It will be, I promise."
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TWELVE
"Hey, we should go out," Blake's comment revived me from my daydream.
We were still lying in his bed, him wrapped in my arms.
"Um...OK. Where do you want to go?" I was surprised at his gusto.
"How 'bout a movie?" He asked.
"Yeah, then an early dinner?" It was beginning to sound like a real date.
"Sure, there's a new Italian restaurant I wanna try. It's Thursday so no
one will be there," he said. There was the catch; we could go out, but only
because nobody would see us. "I'm gonna go clean up; will you call and see
what movies are playing?"
"Yeah, no problem," I dug my phone out of my jeans on the floor, called
information, and got the number for the movie theater. The only movies were
the latest sappy chick flick or the newest teen horror flick. Since we
watched a "girly" movie at my house, I decided the horror flick would
suffice. I got dressed and waited for Blake.
"What did you decide?" Blake walked into the room, naked. *'Damn!'*
"There's a horror movie at 2:25. Is that OK?" I said, as he got dressed.
"Yup, let's go," we left his house and got into his Jeep, heading to the
theater across town. Once we arrived, we bought our tickets and entered the
theater. Unfortunately, we found a group of guys that went to our high
school already there. *'Crap! What are we gonna do now?'* They were
sitting towards the front so we found a spot in the back. They didn't
notice us until I dropped my phone on the concrete, causing it to crash
loudly. The guys turned and recognized Blake. I wanted to die. What would
they think of this "situation?" Blake got up to go see them. I refused to
since they had harassed me all through high school. I had put that, and
them, behind me. My attitude, however didn't keep me from overhearing their
conversation.
"Hey Blake, what's up," one of them said.
"Hey, how's it goin,'" he replied, giving the guy a high-five.
Another guy motioned back to me, "What you doin' with that fag?"
"Hey, dude, that's not cool. Nick's all right." Blake punched his
shoulder. The guy didn't say another word about me. Blake continued to
talk to them. I was getting antsy. *'Was Blake gonna desert me?'* I was
scared, until Blake did something that showed me just how little credit I
give him for being so smart. About five minutes before the start of the
movie, he got out his cell phone. Pretending to dial a number, he put it up
to his ear.
"Hey, are you still coming?" he asked the imaginary person on the phone,
making time for the reply. It was hard to hear most of his conversation
over the other guys.
"That sucks," Blake said, "we're in the back when you get here. OK honey,
see you later." Blake closed his phone as the lights dimmed. He said bye
to his buddies and came back up to sit down next to me.
"What the hell just happened," I whispered as the previews started.
"They think that we are on dates with our 'girlfriends', but they are gonna
be a little late," he said.
"But they're not gonna show up, are they?" I asked, playing into the act.
I was kinda angry that he used that for a cover, but I understood his
reasons.
"Nope," he winked at me. I grabbed his hand, but he pulled away, nodding
at the guys in front of us. *'This is going to be harder than I thought.'*
After enduring two hours of mind-numbing gore, we waited as the credits
started. The group of guys got up and started up the aisle. They quickly
noticed that we were without girlfriends.
"Awww...no girls showed up? You might still be able to get head from this
fag, Blake," one of guys said. Blake walked to the end of the aisle and
headed off the guys. He grabbed the guy that made the comment by the
collar.
"I said, leave him the *fuck* alone!" Blake pushed him down, but he knew
better than to fight back. He sulked out of the theater behind his friends.
He came back and put his arms around my waist, pulling me close in the
empty theater.
"You ready to go?"
"Yeah," and I smiled at him. We left the theater, got into his Jeep, and
made our way to the restaurant.
For a new restaurant, the place was empty; maybe a dozen people were there
for an early dinner. We were seated at a booth in the back. We ordered and
had our meals, making small talk.
"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Blake asked as I took a bite of my
lasagna. He waited patiently as I chewed and swallowed.
"Nothing," I said.
"Ya know my family is out of town for the State Softball Tournament. You
could come over."
"OK, what about Beth?"
"I think she is doing something with Regina." Regina was Beth's good
friend; she went to school here in town.
"Sounds good," I smiled at him.
We finished our meal and paid. We got into Blake's Jeep and I kissed him.
"Guess it's my turn this time," I said.
"I don't know, babe, are you up to it?"
"Actually, Blake, I think I need to ask *you* that question," I said
playfully.
"Oh, I'm always up for *that* job." We drove home, excited for what was
about to come.
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THIRTEEN
We arrived at Blake's house. It was just after six o'clock. We went into
his house and directly to the bedroom, wasting no time. He undressed me
fully before letting me touch him. I undressed him quickly, not wanting to
waste another minute. I stepped back from him, looking into his eyes. We
stood there for a moment studying each other's naked bodies. I moved in,
leaning up to kiss him roughly. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and
we made out. He planted wet kisses on my neck, nibbling ever so slightly.
*'Oh God that drives me wild!'* We were close enough that our dicks
touched. I began to gyrate my hips slowly, causing them to rub together. I
felt our dicks harden simultaneously, pushing up to our stomachs.
"Go lay on the bed. I want to try something," Blake said. I almost ran to
the bed and got in. I was lying on my back as Blake approached me. He got
up on the bed on all fours and turned opposite to me. I saw his dick flop
between his legs; it made my mouth water. He leaned over and took my hard
cock in his mouth. I was in heaven! I squirmed over to him and got
underneath him, aligning my mouth with his large, quivering member. I
leaned up and tongued his cock head, which hovered above me. This made him
push his hips down, giving me access to his hard rod. I took it in my
mouth, massaging it with my tongue. He was bobbing his mouth up and down on
my cock, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. I deepthroated him, and he
groaned with ecstasy. We continued this way for a few minutes, sucking on
each other's poles.
"Uuhh," Blake grunted as he took me by the waist and flipped me on all
fours. He sat up and I quickly resumed my oral assault on his hard cock.
"Ohhhhh...God...Nick, I love it when you suck my cock!" Blake groaned as I
swallowed all of his thick cock. I hummed my thanks, which caused him to
quiver at this new pleasure.
"Mmmm...ohhhh! I wanna fuck you, Nick!!" He yelled. I was waiting for
those words. I pulled off of him and got the bottle of lube from the
dresser. I got on the bed and lubed his cock and my ass. He positioned me
in front of him, putting me on all fours. He pushed his swollen dick
between my ass and forced down on my pucker. I groaned in pain and in
pleasure as his large mushroom head snaked its way past my sphincter.
"All the way! I want you to fill me up with your hot meat!" I yelled.
This time I wanted him to do me good and rough, better than the time in the
shower.
"Aww fuck yeah!!" Blake yelled as he drove his dick into my guts. He
began thrusting hard and fast, making us both moan with gratification. I
got up from my hands and rose up to him. He put his arms around me and
played with my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair and I turned my
neck back. I pushed his head in and we shared a heated French kiss, long
and deep. Blake slowed his pace, making love to me slowly. My eyes rolled
back as he hit my hot spot.
Blake took his arms from my pecs and pushed me down on my hands again. He
took his dick from my ass and pushed me down further, this time I was on my
stomach. My cock rubbed against his sheets. He got down and pushed his
dick between my ass cheeks. He pushed down and rammed his cock all the way
in to the pubic hair. I gasped and grabbed the sheets. *'Shit!'* He began
thrusting again, just as hard as before.
"Oh...ahhh," I was speechless. I had never been pleasured so much; I had
lost all coherent thought. Blake pushed his cock all the way in and removed
it, but quickly forced it all the way down my ass again. *'God that drives
me CRAZY!'* I thought. We fucked for what seemed like hours.
Blake pulled out again, my anal muscles reacting, and grabbed my leg.
He forced me to turn on my side. Blake put my leg on his shoulder and
pushed his throbbing cock inside of me with abandon. I moaned and bent my
other leg to let him plow me deeper.
"Oh fuck...oh shit...you're so fucking hot!" Blake cried. He pumped my
ass hard, with no signs of letting up or reaching climax.
"AHHHHHHHH!!" There was a scream from the doorway. I looked up to the
door and saw Beth, with a look of horror in her eyes. Blake ripped his dick
out of me, looking at his fiance in terror.
"Beth!?" Blake stammered.
"Wha--what's going on..." Beth asked, shocked. I laid there, unable to
move or speak. *'Out of sight, out of mind,'* I thought stupidly.
"Uh...um...what are you doing here," Blake asked her. She took a couple of
steps forward into Blake's room.
"Well, I came to see you, you bastard--"
"Beth," he pleaded softly, interrupting her.
"--and I find you here FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING
ON!?" Beth yelled.
"Beth, please calm down, it's not what it looks like," Blake pleaded,
trying desperately to clam his frantic fiance.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD DO THIS TO ME. WE'RE FUCKING
ENGAGED!" She screamed.
Beth ran from the room. Blake and I raced to get our clothes back on; we
knew wherever she was going, it could not be good. As I pulled my shirt
over my head, Beth appeared in Blake's doorway, holding a loaded revolver.
She pointed it at me, and I looked at her in horror as she pulled the
trigger. I felt a searing pain as the room faded to black.
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FOURTEEN
Darkness. I opened my eyes; a soft glow came from above me. Gray.
Sleep...
"...like a murder-suicide..." I heard voices near me, "...shot in the
stomach..." I started to wake up. I opened my eyes and looked around.
*'Hospital.'* I saw my mom and my aunt in the corner, talking quietly.
"Uhhh..." I moaned quietly, my throat dry. Mom rushed over, her eyes
filling with tears. My aunt rushed out of the room.
"Oh, my boy, my boy," she caressed my cheek, kissing me softly, "I
thought we'd lost you."
"What happened," I whispered.
"Oh, honey, don't worry about that now," she said. The tears ran
down her face.
"You said something about a suicide," I struggled again to speak.
My mom looked away, trying to muster the courage to tell me what really
happened.
"Yes, honey, that's true," she said.
"Beth?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes, "where's Blake?"
"No, son, they found Blake with the gun in his hand. He died. The
police said that Blake killed Beth, and then he killed himself."
"Oh God..." tears streamed down my face, "what have I done?"
"Nothing, baby, you've done nothing wrong."
"Mom, what happened to me?"
"Beth shot you in the stomach; you've been in a coma for two weeks."
"So where are Blake and Beth?"
"They had memorial services a few days ago, I'm sorry, you missed it," she
said.
"I think I need to be alone for a while," I said. My mom nodded and left.
I cried tears of pain and loss, my sobs inflamed my dry throat. I was
exhausted and wanted to die. I settled for sleep.
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EPILOGUE
The weeks passed and my wounds healed, except the ones in my heart.
You never know how much you miss someone until they're gone.
It was raining; I walked slowly, nervously to the patch of fresh sod
covering the soil. There was a small headstone and I read his name. Tears
flowed from my eyes. I sobbed loudly, falling to my knees.
"I'm sorry, Blake, I'm sorry," I whispered, choking on my tears.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way. I promised," I paused and
wiped away my tears.
"I'm sorry. I love you, always."
I walked away from his grave. I never went back, but I never
forgot Blake, my one true love.