Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 14:21:03 -0400
From: Lucas Brimstone <lbrimstone00@gmail.com>
Subject: Never-14

DISCLAIMER: This story is based in truth.  Some events/persons have been
altered for the purpose of the story.  There may be scenes of unsafe
practices which are not endorsed by this author.  All other usual warnings
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Knowing someone means understanding how they were raised.  Freud may have
been onto something when he discussed the importance of childhood in
psychological development.  Of course, I did not have a desire to have sex
with my mother.  If you can gain an understanding of where a person has
been, then you are more likely to be able to know where they are going.
It's almost like calculating the probability of one event given another has
occurred.


"Where are you from exactly?" I had never really asked Cole where he was
raised.


We lay next to each other on my floor, listening to Contra by Vampire
weekend.  It had only been an hour since we exchanged blowjobs.  Cole was
wearing just his underwear and jeans.  I was a little colder so I was also
wearing my shirt along with my pants.  His body radiated heat like uranium
rods undergoing the process of fission.  One of my fingers wandered
aimlessly across his chest.


"Haven't I told you?" I shrugged, "I'm from Harrison.  It's this suburb
thing above the city.  Nice enough, I guess."


"By city you mean Manhattan, right?" I was not familiar with whatever the
colloquial terms were.


"Yeah, everyone refers to it as that.  Only tourists and upstate people say
New York City or Manhattan.  Also if you live in a borough you do not live
in Manhattan.  Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," Cole set the record
straight.


"Can we go see the city?  I've never been," I asked.


"You've never been?  Then we gotta go.  It's only right," Cole looked at
me.


"Well in that case then we have to go," I said and kissed his shoulder
lightly.


"Speaking of going, I should probably head out soon. It's almost ten," Cole
sat up.


"When do you have class tomorrow?" I asked. I wanted Cole to stay over. I
couldn't explain why, I just did.  Having to lay next to him for an hour
and not sleep with him felt wrong.


"I have class at ten tomorrow. Why'd you ask?" Cole could sense some
ulterior motive.


"I wanted you to stay with me tonight," I stated shyly.  It was stupid to
be slightly embarrassed around my own boyfriend.  But this was unfamiliar
territory for me.  I had never asked anyone, guy or female, to stay the
night at my place.  Everything always seems much simpler than it actually
is.  I was beginning to learn that you couldn't formulate opinions on most
things without having experienced them first.  Relationships are weird and
rewarding.


"Of course. But I suggest we stay at my place, the bed's bigger," Cole
certainly had the right of it.


I agreed that his place would be better.  After packing a bag for class and
a change of clothes, we headed over to his apartment.  My exit was
unquestioned since Kyle and Lex were in their rooms.  Upon arriving I said
hello to Fish who was doing homework at the kitchen table.  Swimming was a
very time consuming commitment, but he enjoyed it all the same.  After
chatting a few minutes more I retired to Cole's room.  He was doing
something in the bathroom, so I just lay face down on his bed.


Cole jumped playfully on top of me and kissed my ear.  He had me pinned
down and I could not turn over.


"I love you Lucas," he said smoothly in my ear.


"I love you too," I said to the pillow my face was buried in.


"Do you think we have time for some fun before bed?" he asked.


"Definitely," I replied and he moved off my body.


"OK but only one orgasm tonight, I've got class in the morning," Cole said
jokingly, but I knew I should restrain myself a little.  He unbuttoned his
jeans and I stopped his hands before he could remove his pants.


"That's my job," I said before slowly sliding his jeans off of his toned
legs.  Somehow I had forgotten how sexy I found Cole.  Running my hands
over his ass and thighs helped me to remember.


"Unh, Lucas I need you inside me tonight," Cole was enjoying having my
hands move over his butt and up his shirt.


"I will oblige that request," I replied as I peeled his shirt up over his
head.


Once Cole was down to his boxers he started removing my clothes as
well. Within a handful of minutes we were both naked and hard.  I absently
rubbed Cole's stiff cock as we kissed passionately.


"I want it standing up," Cole said, his breathing was shallow and I could
tell that he might cum at the mere thought of sex.


We moved over to the foot of the bed.  I took out the lube from the dresser
behind me and applied some to Cole's ass and my own dick.  My fingers
explored his insides briefly.  I had to appreciate how perfectly formed his
behind was.  Soon enough I found it too difficult to resist being inside of
him.  My hands were placed on his hips and he braced the bed frame.  The
back of his arched form was sublime.  I moved one had to his front to rub
his chest and abdomen.


I entered him slowly.  Every inch of me that passed into him only increased
the pleasure for both of us even more.  When I finally was all the way in,
Cole let out an exquisite moan.  Now our rhythm began.  At first I moved in
and out of him at a reasonable pace.  We both started to glisten with
sweat.  The feeling surrounding my dick was incredible.  To be fully
enveloped in the warm damp muscle of your lover was truly amazing.  Our
pace increased.  My hand now braced his cock and he thrust his body with a
lusty vigor.  I was pounding his ass.  Our flesh smacked together and our
breathing quickened.


Cole could not contain himself.  He moaned at every movement.  I was
determined to have him release first.  I sped up the pace of my hand and he
thrust himself even harder.  My senses were numb except for my sense of
touch.  I couldn't even imagine what Cole was experiencing.  I could only
fantasize about his masculine form stealing away my virginity.


I came first.  The thought of Cole fucking me was too much.  I swallowed
deeply and then let out a short groan.  My testicles emptied into his ass.
He must have found this quite arousing because he started shooting a few
moments later.  Our orgasms overlapped briefly.  His load was much more
impressive in my opinion.  Eleven thick jolts of semen accompanied by
various expletives and moans.


Friday could not arrive soon enough.


Unfortunately it was Monday when I woke up the next morning.  We had gone
to sleep at a reasonable hour, and now it was 8:30, time to wake up.  Cole
was still sleeping next to me.  I gently kissed his lips to wake him.


"Good morning," he said sleepily without opening his eyes.


"I'm going to go shower and then make some breakfast.  It's 8:30," I said
softly.


"That means I get to sleep another hour," Cole rolled over and presumably
went back to sleep.


I moved off the bed and gathered my things.  Since I was only in my
underwear, I decided it would be a good idea to put on my jeans.  Walking
across the living area I noticed that Fish was awake and studying out of a
textbook.  He didn't seem to notice that I was walking past.


After showering I went to see what Cole had in the fridge to make for
breakfast.  The decision was to ultimately make eggs and bacon.  It was
simple enough and would leave time to get to class without running.  Fish
came and sat in the kitchen while I cooked.


"Cole says you're going to Harrison soon," Fish stated.


"Yeah, sometime in November I think.  We might go to Manhattan too," my
back was to the rest of the kitchen


"That's cool.  It's good that he really likes you.  For a while I didn't
know what might happen to him," for some reason these conversations always
turned awkward.  I suspected that Fish's overprotective nature was rooted
in something else.  Sure, it was nice that he and Cole were good friends,
but it was weird how Fish always talked about my relationship with Cole.


"So, what about your life?" I asked, granted the question was extremely
general.


"What about my life?" Fish retorted.


"Is there someone you really like?" I turned around to see Fish when he
answered.  At that exact moment, Cole came out of his room in a pair of
sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt.  He was wearing his glasses which I
hadn't seen him in for a while.


"What's cooking?" he asked as he took a seat at the table.  I decided not
to pursue Fish further in my questioning at this point; he had gotten up to
leave for class anyway.


"Breakfast.  Bacon and eggs," I had actually just finished the eggs and the
bacon was nearly done.


"Sounds great.  I'm going to go shower quick," Cole shuffled off to the
bathroom.


I anticipated another ambush from Fish about my relationship.  Luckily, it
didn't happen.  Cole emerged from the bathroom just as the bacon finished
cooking.  He was only in a towel now as he made his way across the
apartment to his room.  The slight glisten from the small beads of water
running down his torso made my heart beat faster.  I felt childish for
getting excited at the sight of my shirtless boyfriend.  Then again he was
pretty attractive.


Breakfast went well, to a point.  We ate as normal; Cole with his usual
enthusiasm and I ate at my own pace.  Fish's constant questioning wouldn't
leave my mind.  Why was he so obsessed with my relationship with Cole?  I
understood that they were close, but something bothered me.


"Why does Fish always talk about how much you like me?" I asked, Cole
seemed like he was trying to hide the fact that he was a little shocked by
the question.


"I don't know," Cole continued eating.


"Cole, you have to tell me," I feared that maybe the worst might be
happening.  Maybe Cole was more than just friends with Fish.  I couldn't
believe that Cole would betray me like that.  It seemed like forever before
he finally answered.


Cole set down his fork and looked at me: "Fish used to like me.  Maybe he
still does.  But I've never done anything with him.  Believe me Lucas.
Nothing."


"I believe you, but I still have my doubts.  How do I know nothing will
ever happen?" I was so unsure of our whole relationship.


"Trust me I guess," Cole went back to eating breakfast.

Trusting someone so much was new to me.  I've trusted someone to pick me up
from the mall before, or finish part of a project on time.  Never have I
had to trust someone to not become involved with someone else.  It wasn't
that I didn't think Cole could control himself, it was that we had only
been dating for barely two months.  Doubt could be so powerful for being so
small.