Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 15:24:33 -0600
From: Cameron Maxx <cameron.maxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Josh 9

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INTRODUCTION

Surprise! I actually did it this time. I told you chapter nine would be
posted quickly without a long delay and here it is, only a week or so after
the last chapter. I think all the haters and doubters owe me an apology,
thank you very much.

And, as promised, the first full sex scene is here. This is the first one
I've ever written and I really wasn't sure how to do it. Quite frankly,
that's why I think it took me nine full chapters to get to it because I was
kind of scared and intimidated to attempt it. Is it graphic and explicit?
Yes. Also erotic and romantic? I hope so, I really do. Either way, fail or
succeed, I got it done and here it is.

As always thanks for all of the feedback. The fact that so many of you,
dear constant readers, have taken the time to contact me and share your
thoughts is both humbling and gratifying. Thank you also for all the kind
words of support regarding my surgery; much appreciated!

-Cameron





CHAPTER 9


"Joshua!" He neither hesitated nor looked back.

I launched myself off the bed, moving more quickly and fluidly than I had
in ages, covering the distance to him faster than I would have thought
possible. Grabbing his arm just above the elbow with a grip made all the
more iron because of my near panic, I stopped him in his tracks before he
could make it into the hallway. His forward momentum crashed over him like
a speeding truck slamming into a wall and he was swung around back towards
me, his body hinged at the point where my hand held him. His head snapped
forwards then back again, in a frightening whiplash motion. My instinct was
to release my grip but realized he still hadn't regained his equilibrium
and might go crashing to the floor, taking me with him, if I did. I gave
him a moment to plant his feet and steady himself then relaxed my grip on
his arm.

"Josh..."

He did allow me to finish. I saw his right hand, palm flat, swing up and
towards me and had a second to register the look of anger in his eyes and
that his mouth was a thin, grim line of determination. Then his hand caught
me just above the belly button and knocked the breath out of me. I
staggered back a few steps, gasping for air as surprised tears welled in my
eyes. I bent over and rested my hands on my knees, trying to breathe and
ignore the pain in my gut where he'd impacted. I looked up at him. His eyes
were still bloodshot and tears stained his cheeks, but there was no
mistaking the flush of temper in his face.

"Don't grab me like that again, Alex," he said. "I'm not some kid you can
boss around."

I raised one hand to him, acknowledging surrender and nodded my
head. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry," I paused still trying to catch my breath. "I
didn't mean to grab you that hard." He looked at me, unblinking. "Just
don't go anywhere, okay? Please just stay there a moment, will you?"

"Does it look like I'm going anywhere?" he voice was cold and the
expression on his face did not soften. I knew him well enough to know he
was going to hold his ground. Whatever emotions had overtaken him earlier
were gone. He wasn't going anywhere.

"No," I said. "No, it doesn't."

I took a few cautious steps backwards, waiting to feel the bed against the
back of my legs, before sitting down. "Fuck, Josh. Did you have to hit me
quite so hard? I'm not going to be able to breathe right for a bloody
week!"

"Look at my arm, Alex. I'm going to have a purple and blue imprint of your
hand there come morning." I looked up and saw that he was right. The clear
outline of my hand and fingers was etched in red, puffy skin just above his
elbow.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you did."

"I know." There followed a few moments of silence, both of us looking at
the other wearily. Like two tired, fighting animals on the defense, we'd
backed into our respective corners and neither was sure what came next.

It was Josh who spoke first. "Why, Alex? Why have you been treating me like
this ever since we got back from Texas?" His voice sounded calmer now, more
controlled. But the anger in it still ebbed just under the surface.

I thought for a moment then answered, "Because I'm 35 years old. Because
you're 20 and you're Ally's kid." I waited for a minute to see if he'd
start talking. He didn't so I continued, "you're like my little
brother. Think about it. You were ten years old when I met you. You were
still spilling chocolate milk all over your shirt and asking me to help you
clean it up." I stopped, smiling at the memory. "You've been a child in my
mind for so long. And ... and what happened in Villette, between you and me
... what we did. Put yourself in my shoes and try reconciling those two
things. You, the child I've always known and now you, a sexual being in bed
with me. I - I don't know how to adjust to that, Josh. I just don't."

He looked at me, his expression softening only slightly. "Why didn't you
tell me that?"

"I don't know."

"That's not good enough, Alex."

"It's the truth. It was all I thought about on the plane when we were
flying back."

He looked at me. "And?"

"And, that's pretty much it. I decided that whatever had happened between
you and me in Villette should stay there. It should be a one-time thing. I
was dealing with a lot; you comforted me. I shouldn't have crossed certain
lines that I did, but I did. I couldn't go back and undo those things, so I
just decided I couldn't allow them to happen again."

He snorted a humorless little laugh. "That's what you decided?"

"Yeah, it is," I said, not liking his tone.

"Just like that."

"No, not just like that. Do you think that was an easy decision for me to
make, to risk not having you in my life anymore?"

"Why is it just your decision?"

"Because it is; because I want you to be in a healthy, normal
relationship. I don't want to ever risk taking advantage of you or feeling
like I am using you in someway."

"What are you talking about? Since when do you get to decide what is a
healthy, normal relationship for me?"

"I can't decide for you, Josh. But I can decide it for myself and I know
that you being with me in a sexual way is not right for either of us."

"That's bullshit and you know it!" His voice was louder and sounded
strained, like he was struggling not to yell again. I was stunned to hear
him say bullshit; I felt like I'd been slapped. Josh almost never cursed. I
could probably count on one hand the number of times I'd heard him use a
foul word in ten years of knowing him.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, genuinely a little confused by his accusation.

"That's bullshit is what I said, because it is. This isn't about what's
best for me. This is about you. You're terrified of letting me in. You
think you're just going to get hurt again and if you could just be honest
for one second you'd know I'm right!" His voice was louder now, on the
verge of screaming out the last few words.

"Josh, I don't think..."

He did not let me finish. "I'm not Ryan," he said bluntly. He might as well
have hit me in the stomach again. My mouth open, then closed again without
saying anything. I could feel a burning flush on my cheeks as anger boiled
up in me and my hands clenched into fists.

"You know what, Josh? Fuck you! You have no idea what you're talking
about."

"Really? I don't? So you're telling me that everything that happened in
Villette, everything that's been happening between you and me since the day
I got here, means nothing? Is that it?"

"Don't you dare throw that in my face. Each and everything that ever
happened between us, was because of you. You initiated it. You started it!"
I was getting angrier and louder and I rose from the bed to stand and face
him. "You, Josh. Not me. But, I should have stopped it. I didn't but I'll
be goddamned if I'm not stopping it now. This is over with."

He took a step towards me, seeming to feed on my anger, becoming
bolder. "Alex, you never treated me like a child before, even when I was
one. You always talked to me, treated me, and respected me as though I was
an equal. That's one of the reasons we're standing here together in this
room now. So, don't start treating me like one now."

"Then stop acting like a spoiled, hateful little princess!" I seethed and
took a step towards him, unwilling to allow him even a little ground. "This
is not just about you. I did what was best for you and me both. You don't
even know what you are - gay, straight, bi - who the fuck knows? Not you,
that's for fucking sure! You get pissed if I even ask you. You want me to
risk my life, my love, on some fucking kid that can't even figure out who
or what he is?"

"Oh, Jesus! That again, Alex, really?" His anger was building again, both
our defenses and egos on the line. "Get over it. I don't know how else to
explain it to you. You saw it tonight with your own eyes. My friends are
gay, straight, and bi. Sometimes they sleep with guys sometimes they sleep
with girls. It doesn't really matter to me or to them. So why does it
matter to you?"

"Why does it matter to me? Because this is my fucking life we're talking
about, Joshua! I don't want to wake up some morning a few months from now
and realize that I was just a phase for you, or some fucking experiment. I
don't think I could take that. I've been gay since the day I met you. You,
on the other hand, I don't know." I suddenly felt exhausted, the anger
drained out of me and my shoulders slumped. I looked away from him and down
at the floor. "You've always known who I was. I don't have that
luxury. This grown up, sexualized version of Josh that arrived at my front
door is still new to me and I swear sometimes I don't know left from right
anymore. I really do want what's best for you but I have no idea what that
is anymore. I'm fucking paralyzed when I think about you and me and what
comes next. Can you understand that?"

He took another step towards me; our chests were almost touching now. He
reached for my hands, which now hung loose at my sides. I let him take them
in his. He held them for a moment longer before stepping even closer to me,
leaving no space separating us. He turned his head, resting his cheek
against my chest.

"I've loved you for so long," he said quietly, like it was a confession
ripped from the very back corner of his soul. There was only silence. He
stood holding my hands, his face to my chest. I stood, letting him hold
onto me, as his words took root in my mind. "Can't that be enough, Alex?
I've loved you for so long. I don't know if I'm gay or bi or whatever. But
I know you're the one I want; you're the one I need. You are my
choice. Can't that please be enough for now?"

I took a deep breath and moved my left hand up to hold the back of his
head, wrapping his soft, shaggy hair in my fingers and pulling his face
tighter against my chest. My other arm wrapped around the small of his
back, holding him even closer to me. I bent and kissed the top of his
head. "Yes, Josh. That's enough," I said. I rested my chin on him, inhaling
his sweet, fresh scent. "That's more than enough for now."

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We stood that way for some time. I held him to me, desperate to protect him
from anything or anyone that would hurt him, including myself.

He moved his head slightly then took one of my nipples into his mouth. He
ran his hot, wet tongue over it while sucking gently. A moan escaped me and
my dick began to harden almost immediately. Without thinking, I dropped
both my hands to his glorious ass, taking one beautiful globe in each hand,
squeezing and lifting, pulling him all the tighter against me. He moaned
around my nipple, which he was still working with his mouth, and I felt his
hard arousal rubbing and pressing against mine through the straining fabric
of our underwear.

Suddenly my entire body tingled, no burned, with a sexual desire unlike I'd
ever felt before. It was like the most intense, graphic fantasy I'd ever
had in the midst of puberty multiplied a million times over. That rising
wave of desire washed away any doubt or sense of misdirection I had with a
rushing clarity. This was exactly right. This was what he wanted; what we
both needed. He was not Ryan. I was ready to let the right one in and Josh
was the right one.

I lifted him off the floor, my fingers digging into the soft but firm folds
of his ass. He gasped and wrapped his arms around me, holding on tightly,
as I turned us around then bent, sitting him down on the foot of the bed. I
kneeled on the floor in front of him. I bent forward and kissed him deep
and hard. His mouth opened, willing and pliant, and our tongues caressed
and stroked each other. I was between his spread legs and ran my hands up
and down his thighs, from inside his briefs down to his knees and back
again. I left his mouth and kissed my way down his cheeks, chin, and
neck. I spent extra time on that delicious, sensitive skin where his throat
became his chest. Sucking, licking, and nibbling his head rolled back and
he opened his mouth, breathing hard. I took one of my hands from his leg
and moved my hand to his face, tracing his jaw line before running first
one then two fingers into his open mouth. His wet, puffy lips closed around
my fingers as his tongue began to explore them. I moved further down his
smooth, hairless chest, stopping at both his nipples. I alternated between
biting them gently and licking; they both became hard instantly and he
sucked my fingers more deeply into his mouth. I moved further down his
torso, tracing a wet line of saliva down the middle of his stomach and then
into his belly button, which I kissed and sucked and licked, too. His
stomach broke out in goose bumps and he both giggled and moaned all the
more.

At last my journey south had reached its goal as I gazed at his white
briefs, which were stretched and tenting. Near the top of his outlined cock
was a sizeable wet spot, the pre-cum having started to soak through the
material. I bent and pressed my tongue to that spot, tasting him for the
first time. His cock jerked hard at my touch and he groaned around my
fingers in his mouth. I pulled my hand away from his sucking lips and ran
my fingers around the inside of his waistband, stretching the elastic away
from his hips. I looked up and he was looking at me, a blaze of lust
flaming in his eyes. I smiled and went back to the business at hand.

I pulled his briefs down and he raised his hips off the bed, allowing me to
slide them down to his ankles and then off onto the floor. His hard cock
had sprung up and now pulled up nearly to his flat lower belly. It wasn't
large. In fact, it was only five inches, maybe five and a half. But, like
every other part of his body it was perfectly formed and proportioned and I
thought it was beautiful. He was circumcised, but it was a fairly loose
cut, leaving a good amount of foreskin around the glands. His cock twitched
again as I was looking it over and more pre-cum pooled around his head
before dripping slowly down the top of his head. A pearly drop stretched
towards his pubic bush, which was a sparse, thin upside down triangle that
served to accent that lovely cock.

I reached for his cock and wrapped it in my hand. It was burning hot and I
could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat. He was breathing hard as I bent
my head and stuck my tongue into the space between his foreskin and glands,
licking my way around, encircling the head once then twice, then once
more. He moaned again and I savored his sweet taste on my tongue. Then, I
opened my mouth and moved down his shaft, easily taking it to its root,
burying my nose in his hair. I moved up and down on him, taking extra time
with my tongue around his sensitive glands and foreskin on each up
stroke. He was leaking copiously into my mouth and his taste excited me
even more. My own dick was rock hard and began to drip its own pre-cum into
my boxers.

He was moaning almost constantly now and I could tell he was getting
close. I longed for him to shoot into my mouth; to swallow his load right
down my throat. But, I felt his hands on my head, trying to slow me down,
to pull me off.

"Alex," he said breathlessly. "Alex, wait."

I pulled off of him and looked up. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. It's just I'm about to..."

"That's okay. I'm ready for it."

"No," was his firm response, his hands still holding my head. "No, not like
this. I don't want it like this."

I didn't follow his meaning. "It's okay, Josh. Remember, I owe you one from
Villette anyway."

"No," he said and laughed, grinning down at me. "That's not what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to..." he trailed off, still looking me in the eye.

"To what?"

"I want ... uhhh ... are you really going to make me say it..."

"Yeah, I think you should." I was beginning to guess I might know where
this was going but wanted to make sure.

He looked away, blushing slightly, then looked back at me. "I want you
inside me ... I want to cum with you inside me." He blushed furiously now
and his eyes could no longer meet mine.

A big, stupid grin spread across my face and I swear my dick got even
harder and hotter. I moved forward, pushing him back slightly, and then
laid my chest against his, my weight pushing his back down onto the bed. He
finally looked back at me and saw my smile and then his own face broke into
its own, huge grin. I kissed him deeply, sharing his taste that was still
on my tongue with him.

I pulled back, looking down at him. "My God," I said. "I am terribly fond
of you, Joshua."

He laughed again and smiled, too. "I know you are. But, I don't blame
you. I am terribly likeable."

"Yes. Yes, you are." I kissed him again, before rolling off him then
pulling him with me so that he rolled over me and his feet found the
floor. Now he was standing before me, his hard cock at perfect height. I
stuck my tongue out again, licking it, as it drooled his sweet pre-cum into
my mouth.

"Oh, Alex..." he moaned. I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing
him moan my name.

With my hands resting on his hips, I took his cock from my mouth and gently
turned him around. And there it was, the object of my desire in its purest
form. It was an incredible ass; two perfectly shaped mounds of muscle
covered in soft, smooth skin. 'This is why I'm gay,' I thought and stifled
a crazy little laugh that fought to escape my lips. Instead, I placed my
hands on both cheeks, kneading them gently, before running my fingers into
his lovely crack and spreading him apart. Only the finest dusting of
blondish hairs lined his hole, so sparse and wispy they were hardly there
at all; puckered and pink, it winked for me, and sent a shocking, aching
desire down my body and into the head of my dick, which throbbed now. My
mouth was salivating and I knew what I wanted.

I moved my head towards him, first kissing around both sides of his
gorgeous ass before moving my mouth into his crack. I licked up and down,
careful to avoid that tight little rosebud that would allow me into him. He
moaned and mouthed inarticulate words then bent forward at the waist,
extending his arms and bracing his palms against the wall. In doing so, he
spread himself further open, granting me more access.

No longer able to resist, I licked his hole and I felt it pulse. So I
licked it harder, making a hard point with my tongue and pushing at it,
before swiping at it again. Then I sucked on it, trying to gently pull its
tight little lips into my mouth. Josh moaned so loud that it was almost a
scream and I saw a long, silvery thread of pre-cum dangling far below the
head of his rigid cock; it fell onto the floor below him. I got just a
scent of soap from his crack in my nose; he tasted sugary and clean on my
tongue. After a few more moments of alternating between licking and sucking
on his hole, I felt it relax and dilate. I again made a hard, little peak
with the tip and poked it into him. I could feel his hole relax even more
and stretch to allow my tongue in. More nonsensical words escaped his mouth
along with constant moaning and I knew his whole body was vibrating with
pleasure because of what I was doing. This caused me to renew my attack on
his hole and I tongue fucked him more deeply. After a few more minutes, he
was even wetter and more open.

I withdrew my mouth and wet one finger, then eased it into him. He gasped
and his hole clamped down on my finger. He was wonderfully warm and moist
and I could feel him squeezing then relaxing around my finger. I imagined
what that would feel like on my dick and reached down, quickly pulling off
my boxers, freeing my painfully hard erection. I removed my finger, licked
it again and wet a second one as well, then sent both back into him hard,
all the way up to the last knuckle. He inhaled sharply, but quickly settled
back, accepting both my digits fully. I began moving them in and out, then
around in circles as well, each time finding that hard, little button
inside him and making sure to stroke or tap it. He squirmed and rocked from
one foot to the other. His cock was now steadily leaking pre-cum in one,
long, unbroken stream.

"Oh, Alex ... Alex, Alex, Alex..." he moaned.

I smiled, pulling my fingers from him, and replacing them once again with
my mouth and tongue. His damp, hot little hole now opened easily and I
shoved my tongue in as deep as it would go, licking him from the inside
out. As I did, I reached for the bedside table, which was just to my
right. I pulled the drawer open and fumbled around for the lube and a
condom.

I pulled my face out of his ass, used my hands to spread his cheeks wide,
and squeezed some lube into the top of his crack, letting it drip slowly
down towards his pulsing hole. Then, I lubed up my two fingers that had
been in him plus a third. I crossed them together, then pushed them into
him, stretching his hole wider than it had yet been. He grunted, but did
not pull away. In fact, I felt him push back, trying to get more of my
fingers into him. My own dick was not terribly long, only a little beyond
average, at about six and a half inches. But, I knew from experience that
it was quite a bit thicker than most. It was at least three fingers thick
at the base and probably a bit wider even than that.

I worked those three fingers in and out and around a few moments longer,
making sure he was relaxed and ready for me. He continued pushing back and
groaning. "Alex, please," he said. "I'm ready."

I removed my fingers and tore open the condom packet. His head whipped
around and he looked down at me. "No," he said.

"What?"

"No. No condom. I want you. I want all of you, not some rubber."

"Josh, we should be safe."

"We are being safe. Alex, I'm clean. I can promise you that and I know you
would never do anything to hurt me. I've known that for a very long
time. So, if you say you're safe, I have no doubt you are."

He was right, of course. I'd had my annual physical about three months ago,
complete with blood work. All the tests were negative and I hadn't been
with anyone since then. I thought about it for a moment, then decided to
honor his request. I wanted badly to leave a part of myself in him. I
tossed the condom aside and stood up behind him, wrapping one arm around
his waist and taking his hair in my other hand, pulled his head back
slightly. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down his crack, teasing his
hole, poking at it, as I passed back and forth.

"Tell me what you want, Josh."

"I want you inside me."

"No, Josh. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to make me cum," he practically begged, his breath ragged.

"Say it, Josh."

"Please..." he groaned.

"Say the word."

"Fuck me," he was on the verge of desperation, needing release more than
he'd possibly ever needed it before. "Please, Alex. Please fuck me!"

Never had I heard him say that word, never. Hearing it now, hearing him beg
me to fuck him triggered something primal and raw in me. It was base and it
was ancient, some deeply buried physical imperative that went all the way
back to earliest humans, living in caves and just learning to build a
fire. That same biological imperative in the male of the species to rut, to
dominate, and to breed shot through me and in one, swift motion, I entered
him, shoving nearly half my length into him all at once. He heaved and
exhaled a sharp breath. I moaned loudly, my dick held in the tightest,
hottest, softest glove I could imagine. I fought the need to start pushing
in deeper, forcing myself to give him time to adjust to having me inside
him. His hole tightened then relaxed, tightened and relaxed, milking my
dick and sending wave after wave of tingling pleasure up my spine and down
my legs to the very end of my toes.

After a moment, I could feel him start to widen to accommodate me, then he
slowly stood up straight, away from the wall, and as he did so he pushed
himself back slowly, allowing more of me to sink into him. I forced myself
to remain still, letting him control the rate of penetration. At last, he
stood all the way up, his smooth back pressed against my slightly furry
chest and stiff nipples, and I felt my pubic hair against his stretched
hole and I knew I was all the way in. Josh had taken me all and I wrapped
both arms around him, one around his flat waist, just above his own pubic
bush, the other around his chest. I held him against me and he laid his
head back on my shoulder, looking up at me. I pulsed my dick a couple of
times deep inside of him and he moaned again, his eyes rolling back a
little into their sockets.

"You like that?" I asked. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, nodding.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like it a lot."

"Good," I said, and pulsed myself in him again, knowing I was sending
shivers radiating out from the sensitive nerve endings in his ass to all
points in his body. "Very good," I added.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" he asked.

"No, I don't. And I'm sorry I made you wait even longer."

"Any guy I've ever been with, Alex," he made sure to look at me directly
before continuing, "every guy, every fantasy, they were always you. When I
closed my eyes, it was always you."

I was almost overwhelmed with affection for him at that moment, and bent to
kiss him, all sloppy sweet and soft. He again took my tongue into his mouth
with his head still resting on my shoulder. Our mouths locked together, I
started to pull out of him until only the flared ridges of my head remained
just inside his ring. Then I slowly pushed all the way back into his
warmth, moaning into his mouth as I bottomed out. I set a slow, leisurely
pace, gently long-dicking him as we continued to kiss.

I moved the arm that was around his chest so that my fingers could tweak
and pinch his nipples. This pushed him into overdrive as he gasped and
begin to push his ass back against me, fucking himself hard and fast on my
dick. His hole contracted and trembled, pushing me closer to my peak and I
begin to punch into him harder and faster, each stroke shorter than when
I'd started. We were still kissing, sharing our saliva and breathing into
each other's mouths, more connected than either of us had ever been with
another living soul. With each short, hard jab into him I could feel the
head of my dick bumping and pushing against his prostate. I knew he was
getting close but his orgasm caught me off guard.

Suddenly he tore his mouth away from mine and nearly shouted, "I'm
cumming!"

Neither of us had touched his cock since I had turned him around while I
was still sitting on the bed. I looked down and was amazed to see his hard
cock spasm and jump before a huge, thick ribbon of cum shot from him and
arched out across the floor, splattering against the wall a good foot and a
half away from him. A second and third rope of cum shot from his jerking
cock with velocity almost equal to the first. Those two also hit the wall,
quite literally whitewashing it with his cum.

"Jesus Christ, Josh." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Look at
that. Oh, God ... look at that!"

He continued to orgasm as a fourth, fifth, and sixth shot of cum flew from
his cock. These didn't quite make it to the wall, but instead landed on the
floor and between his feet. His hole, and in fact his entire ass,
contracted and pulsed, milking my dick as the cum pumped out of his
cock. The sight of his cum covering the wall and the sensations enveloping
my dick were too much and I was pushed over the edge into my own, explosive
orgasm. As the first jet of fire hot cum ripped out of my dick and into his
bowels, blackness invaded the edges of my vision and I was aware that I was
almost dizzy. I kept pumping into him, fucking load after load of my sperm
into him.

It was almost too much; I wanted to get all of me into him, all that I
possibly could and I pushed my dick in deep, deeper than I thought
possible, making him grunt, then wrapped both arms tightly around him
again, arching my back and pulling him up to me. His feet lifted up off the
floor so that his body was held aloft against me and his weight rested both
in my arms and on my dick as he was impaled fully on it. My entire body
tensed before shooting one last load into him. I knew it was more than a
few tablespoons of semen that I gave him that night. It was years of fear
and loneliness; it was the sadness and the broken heart that Ryan had
shoulder me with years ago; it was the mistrust and the pain of every
unsure step and every insecure thought that had haunted me from
childhood. Joshua took them all from me; he let me walk away from them at
long last.

As I held him up off the floor, my dick so deep in him that we could have
been one person, I was still twitching in him, coming down off my high. I
began to slowly rock in and out of him and he shuddered, spurting more cum
out his still hard cock. It dripped down over his balls and the inside of
his thighs. His mouth opened, his tongue lolling out, and I bent to kiss
him again before slowly relaxing and allowing his feet to once again make
contact with the floor. His legs were shaky, as were mine, but still joined
as we were, managed to support each other enough to stay standing.

Finally regaining some sense of time and balance, I broke our kiss and
slowly begin to withdraw from him. He reached back and grabbed at my hip,
holding me in. "No," he said firmly. "No, not yet. Don't take it out. I
want you inside of me a little while longer, okay?"

I kissed the top of his head. "Okay, buddy. We'll keep it in there as long
as we can."

"Okay," he replied, sounding relieved. "Sorry about the wall."

I looked at his drying cum and chuckled. "No worries. Nothing a little
touch up paint can't fix."

"I'll do the painting," he offered.

"Only seems fair," I said and bent to kiss his cheek.

Holding onto him, still inside of him, I shuffled him backwards toward the
bed, then kept him pressed against me as we both sat, with him first in my
lap, then beside me as I laid us back, rolling over so that I spooned
against him. I was somewhat surprised to find that I was hard enough not to
have slipped out and was still lodged in him. My arm was draped over him,
resting casually against his chest. I nuzzled my face against the back of
his neck, kissing him gently and licking at his skin through his still
soft, but slightly sweaty hair. He cooed and wiggled his ass back against
my groin as I finally began to deflate and withdraw from him. In another
moment or two, my softening dick pulled from his warm, wet hole. He was
pressed so tightly against me that I could feel my own seed start to seep
from him and leak onto me. I found I didn't mind in the least, so long as I
got to hold him this close to me.

After a long few minutes of silence, I began to think he'd fallen asleep,
when he suddenly declared, quite loudly, "My, God! I haven't been fucked
like that since grade school."

Stunned shock quickly became a big smile spreading across my face before
bursting into a full, hearty laugh. He started laughing, too and I only
laughed more. It was a big, deep, belly laugh and it felt good. We finally
got ourselves under control, the laughter being pulled down to a few stray
giggles.

"Did you just quote FIGHT CLUB?" I asked.

"Yes, I did," he stated proudly. "Yes. I. Did."

I shook my head and asked, "Have you been planning that?"

"Maybe," he replied.

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe. I figured it would be a great line to use if I ever got what
I wanted."

"And you got what you wanted tonight?"

"I think you know the answer to that"

I thought for a minute, then, "I think you got all you wanted plus maybe a
little more, too."

He laughed again. "Maybe."

We were quiet for a moment. "You really knew that quoting one of my
favorite lines of dialogue from my favorite movie was the perfect way to
cap off our first time?" I asked him.

He didn't hesitate. "I told you I knew you." He sound very smug, but I
couldn't argue with him on this fact.

"Yes, you did. And you do," I agreed with him. Another moment of
comfortable silence, then I said, "I really am quite fond of you."

"I know you are."

A few minutes later he was asleep in my arms; the deep, steady rhythm of
his breathing a telltale sign I knew well. I kissed the back of his head
again, taking in the smell of him once more before falling into a peaceful,
gracious sleep of my own. Neither of us stirred again and I held him until
sunrise.