Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 21:11:40 -0400
From: Lucas Brimstone <lbrimstone00@gmail.com>
Subject: Never-17

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
and precautions should be considered here.  Feel free to write with any
comments, corrections, etc.  Think of this as a Gedankenexperiment.  And
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Just because something has been practiced one way for a long time doesn't
make it right.  Innovation comes from approaching a subject from a
different angle.  Love can't be labeled as looking one way.  There are no
rules or standards for dating.  If love came with a manual there would be
no heartbreaks.  But that isn't how things work.


Cole and I headed into the city on a cold November morning.  He said we
should go to central park and then Time Square.  I had never been before so
I didn't disagree.  The metro north train was pretty empty.  I looked over
the train ticket to try to decipher the numbers used.  The price and date
were easy enough to figure out, but then there was something about zones
too.  Once we stepped off the train, everything was in constant motion.  No
one stopped for anything.  It would have taken a solid brick wall to stop
these people.


"Is everyone in a hurry?" I asked once we embarked out onto the sidewalk.


"People just walk with determination here.  We have to walk determinedly to
catch a subway," Cole took my hand and led us to another subway station.


I never thought public transport could be so intimidating.  Everyone seemed
impatient and they all knew how to work the Metro Card machine.  Cole had
to help me as we rushed to catch the train down to the lower west corner of
central park.  Our subway was crowded and warm but in a dirty sort of way.
I figured all subways were like this.


Central park was an anomaly.  Two minutes ago I was nervously bustling
through an underground sauna of filth, and now I was in a calm park.  The
whole atmosphere just shifted suddenly.  All of the trees and paths proved
a stark contrast to the skyscrapers and grids of streets.


"This place is amazing," I studied my surroundings intently.


"Yeah, a park in the middle of a city.  There's a lot in Manhattan that's
amazing," Cole replied.


"Like you," I smiled at him.


"You're quick with the compliments," he leaned in and kissed me slower than
I would have liked.  I was a little nervous to be kissing in public.
"Don't worry, people here will tolerate anything, not like some of the
other places in this country."


"Right.  It's just still new to me, I guess," I looked at Cole and couldn't
help but think of how much I loved him.


What we had was love.  It didn't look like love to everyone, but it was.  I
knew it.  The feeling was knowing someone and having them know you; sharing
vulnerabilities.  We explored the human experience together, and dedicated
ourselves to each other without forsaking our individuality.  I wouldn't
want anything less.


I also couldn't help but think of how good Cole looked.  He looked smart in
his black pea coat and dark jeans.  In the colder months his facial hair
was growing out more than usual and I was starting to enjoy it.  To me he
just looked sexy and adorable all at once.  I wanted to hold him and then
fuck him.  Especially now, we hadn't had sex in a few days.  At first I
thought sex would just be something we did, but really it's a big deal.  I
didn't only like how it felt, I also liked the bond it established.


"What do you want to do?" Cole asked as we passed someone asleep on a
bench.


"I don't know, you're the expert here," I didn't know what to do in the
city, there was so much to do.


"Let's go down to Time Square, you'll hate it," he said and smiled.


I did hate it.  There were so many people and nearly all of them were
tourists.  The streets were flooded with cars and pedestrians.  People
sauntered down the sidewalk as if out for a stroll.  All of the shops were
ridiculous traps for unsuspecting newcomers.  Cole and I stood in front of
the bleacher seats near the center.


"You were right, I hate this," the unending swarm of people enveloped us.


"Told ya. Let's go get lunch," he took my hand and led me away.


We ate at what he claimed was a very popular hamburger place in the area.
Admittedly the food was good.


"What'd you think of the city?" he asked while finishing off his fries.


"It changes quickly.  I would like it more if it weren't for all of these
people.  None of them think they're in a city, they just wander around like
they own the place.  But the park was great," I replied.


"I love you," he looked at me and smiled.


"I love you too," I couldn't help but smile.


"What does love mean to you?" I asked as we left the establishment.


"That's a tough question.  I guess to me it means being with someone I can
trust and understand, but also laugh with and puzzle over.  I need a
companion but more.  There's just something inside that moves me," Cole
developed his thoughts as he pondered aloud.


"Is it always between two people?" I wanted to see what Cole felt on the
matter.


"I guess it always starts that way.  Is this about Austin?" Cole replied.


"Somewhat.  I just wondered if what they all had was love or if they were
just in it for the hollow pleasure," I stated.


"I'm not sure.  It could be either with Austin I guess.  I'd imagine Johnny
breaks his ass in pretty good.  They might love each other," Cole was
confident in his response.


"I suppose they could.  What say we go back now," I proposed.


"What's the rush?" Cole asked.


"I'd like to fuck you," I said, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness
of my own response.  Cole's face reddened slightly at the reply.  I knew he
was a little embarrassed, but I knew he wanted it.


"Sure let's go," and we left.


It was a surprise to arrive at Austin's house and find it empty.  I thought
for sure he would be slammed up against some wall impaled on Johnny's large
cock.  Honestly I was relieved we were alone.  Cole and I shed our coats
and shoes at the front entrance.  We talked about whatever mindless
activity we saw on the train.  As I began making some statement about the
human experience he leaned in and kissed me.


"I almost forgot what you taste like," he half-whispered.


"Glad I could help you remember," I kissed him again.


I managed to get his sweatshirt off before we moved into the bedroom.  He
laughed and ruffled my hair as the door closed behind us.  I held his bare
abdomen as I kissed his neck and ear.


"Lucas, don't cum inside me, I want to eat your cum. Then I want to cum on
you and lick it off," Cole declared.


"You're in an interesting mood."


"It's called horny as fuck."


I wasn't going to deny his request.  My only desire was to be in his ass.
For some reason even though I found Cole adorable and sexy with his clothes
on, it was hot to see him getting fucked.  To watch his face as he writhed
in ecstasy and pain.  Seeing him reduced to a physical vessel made to
pleasure another being.  It made me almost want to think of him as my
object, to rob him of an identity.


His khakis were removed quickly.  Cole must have thought it unfair that I
was still dressed so he removed my shirt and went to take my pants off.  I
could sense he wanted to blow me for a bit but I wasn't going to chance
busting too soon.


"Hey stud that's for your ass only," I said as he went to strip my
underwear.


My dick was hard and starting to ache.  Seeing him in just his underwear
always did that to me.  So I simply removed his underwear.  It was
abundantly clear that his dick was hard and aching too.  I wanted to stroke
it or suck it, but I resisted.  Cole went and lay on the bed.  I insisted
he get on his hands and knees for this, and he complied.  I got three of my
fingers wet and began working his butt open.


Cole moaned at my intrusion.  As I managed to get my fingers slightly
deeper he began pushing back.  His precum leaked onto the bed.  My own cock
let one bead drip down onto his back.  I withdrew my fingers and he
protested meekly, so I told him I would give him a real reason to moan.
Then I thrust myself inside him and sure enough he shouted.  Feeling him
wrapped around me was always one of the best sensations.  He was so tight
and wet.  I couldn't help but pump myself mercilessly in his ass.  Cole
asked if he could flip over and I allowed it. Now I slowed down a little
and went to chew on his nipples.  He was in such pleasure that I thought he
would ejaculate all over himself and my chin.  As I felt myself near a
climax I withdrew from him and positioned in front of his mouth.  He opened
up as I fired off my load.  The hunger in his eyes was unlike anything I
had seen before in him.  Once he had finished licking up the final
remnants, he pushed me onto my stomach.


I could hear Cole stroking himself off.  Then I felt his semen hit me back,
and then his tongue lapping it up greedily.  I lay in a post orgasm bliss
and thought nothing of what he was doing.  Soon he collapsed next to me.


"Eat enough?" I asked.


"Yeah it was great, thanks for that," he replied.


"I suppose I'll miss you when you're gone," I said after a few moments of
silence.


"I suppose I'll miss you too," he replied with a smile.


We did miss each other.  More than a simple email could convey, or at least
I felt that way.  I gained a lot about Cole's perspective when I read his
emails.  My understanding began to truly take shape when he talked about
sex, or philosophy, or cuisine.  We knew each other without seeing each
other.  But all I ever wanted was to see him.

That next semester was another sundering one.  I learned important values
from seven guys I encountered.  I called six of them my friend.  Five of
them had sex with me.  Dating happened with four of them.  I called three
of them my boyfriend.  Two of them I was in love with, but I only ended
that semester with one.