Date: Thu, 16 May 2013 11:45:07 -0400
From: Lucas Brimstone <lbrimstone00@gmail.com>
Subject: Never-8

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
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In life there are no rules.  I knew now that this was true.  Nothing truly
governed the existence of every individual.  There were consequences, but
not rules.  What we perceive as rules are actually societal constructs.
Specifically, humans are obsessed with constructing rules and regulations
for love.  One of the purest possible human feelings had to be locked deep
within a steel cage of precautionary checks.  Before the turn of the 20th
century, love barely existed.  Romance was extremely popular, the art of
displaying affections which may not have been true.  Then it became
acceptable for two married adults to be in love, but young love was too
wild.  It was as if this emotion was being hoarded by one elite group of
individuals and slowly, over great periods of time, it would gradually
trickle down to others.  Now it was unheard of to allow two individuals of
the same gender to love each other.


Over the next two weeks things were looking up.  I denied my hair from
growing longer by purchasing an electric razor.  Cole and I were hanging
around each other more frequently.  It was like things had always been this
way.  Everything just felt more organic now.  I no longer experienced
mental or emotional breakdowns brought on by questioning my actions.  My
roommates and I were getting along pretty well too.  Lex introduced the
girl he had been sleeping with to us, her name was Alyssa.  Apparently they
had been seeing each other outside of their bar hookups, and I was happy
for them.


On the last day in September, Cole and I sat outside in a field nearby the
campus.  It was chilly and windy, but we were dressed for the occasion.  We
sat with our backs firmly pressed together and we faced in opposite
directions.  I could feel his back heave as he breathed steadily.  There
was no particular reason for why we were doing what we were.


"Do you have tests coming up soon?" I asked while watching a bird off in
the distance.


"Yeah most of them are coming up over the next two weeks," Cole responded.


"Me too."


"So, do you do this sort of thing often?  It's kinda weird."


"It helps me think.  I guess I do wander around and sit after a while
pretty frequently."


"You just pick a random spot and sit down?"


"Well I have to pick a spot that speaks to me.  The more out of place and
unsettling the spot the better it makes for thinking.  You have to disturb
yourself to really know what's on your mind.  Like, what are you thinking
right now?"


"That you're kinda fucked up."


"No I mean really, what are you thinking?  I don't want your bullshit
perfect response or clever remark.  What are you really thinking about?"


"Geez Lucas you've got some pent up feelings."


"Cole! I'm serious, I tell you what I'm thinking because it's just better
that way.  If I can't figure something out then maybe someone else can.
It's called collaboration."


"Do you remember the scene where Abin Sur hands over the power ring to
Hal?"


"Yeah of course."


"I feel like that.  I'm this dying alien handing over my power ring to some
renegade who I hope will be able to protect my sector and care for it the
way I've been caring for it."


"Why are you a dying alien?"


"I guess I'm not a dying alien.  I'm more like that whole scene.  The
concept of blindly letting go."


"So I'm Hal?"


"No, we're Hal.  It's like I'm giving myself over to this relationship.
That's what I'm doing.  I'm taking a chance."


"But it's a good chance.  Hal always does what's right in the end."


"I know, but it's that I've never made myself vulnerable before.  I've
never been in a relationship," I could feel Cole shifting to face me, but I
remained in my position.


"I've never been committed to anyone either.  We're both taking a chance
and we're both vulnerable.  But every sector has two lanterns," I could
feel Cole wrap his arms around my waist and kiss the side of my neck.


We sat like that as the wind swept over us with an unrelenting gusto.  I
was still absorbing Cole's words.  For the first time since we ever laid
eyes on each other he had opened up and shared his thoughts.  Both of us
had started out as closed off individuals, but we went about it in
different ways.  I hid behind logic, and Cole hid behind personality.  Our
strengths were also our flaws.


"When do we have sex?" I finally stated after some time, it seemed like the
next logical step and maybe it would help to console Cole.  Instead he
started laughing.


"You're a real psycho you know that?" Cole kissed my neck again.


"Isn't this a thing that people talk about?  Are we not an invested unit?
I want to know what the protocol is here," I turned to look at him.


"Well you engage your motor, rotate forty-five degrees and then initiate
your drive pistons," a clear mock of my word choice.


"Alright there hotshot, give me a straight answer."


"I'm gay."


"You're a piece of shit," I poked at him in the ribs and pushed him over,
he was laughing again.  After the teasing subsided he remained lying in the
grass and I sat next to him.


"We have sex whenever you want to, there is no protocol," Cole finally
answered.


That statement resonated with me, `there is no protocol'.  We could act on
our own desires whenever we wanted.  If we wanted to have sex we very well
could.  If only one of us wanted it then that could have been more
problematic.  But we didn't have some rulebook we needed to consult every
time we wanted to do something.  We were free. We were vulnerable.


"How about this weekend?" I asked.


"Sure, Fish has a swim meet so that would work out for us.  I'll bottom for
you," Cole said it as if it were no big deal.


"Why?  Is there a reason I can't bottom for you?  Some unwritten code
somewhere?" I was confused as to why he would offer himself up so quickly.


"Well it's going to be your first gay sexual encounter.  You need to get
used to the whole idea first.  Just trust me," he smiled at me from the
grass.


"Can't believe I get to nail a hot guy on my first try," I grinned back at
him.


"Yup, you've got quite the catch here," Cole playfully flexed his right
bicep.


"Don't I know it," I poked Cole in the stomach before he started getting
too full of himself.


"I would call this a successful afternoon.  We talked about comics, sex,
and how hot I am," Cole got up out of the grass.


"Yup.  I'm going to sit here awhile longer, probably until it gets dark
out," the wind continued to whistle past us, Cole leaned over and we kissed
before he left.


I sat and thought about the fact that I was going to have sex with Cole.  I
wanted to do it.  It seemed like the next step in our relationship.  But
did this mean that I was gay?  This would certainly solidify the bond
between us, but it would create uncertainty within myself.  Despite
whatever doubts I would create about myself I knew that I had to have sex
with Cole.  I wanted to on a level I had never felt before.  There was this
deep red feeling within my abdomen telling me that I really wanted to have
sex with him.


That feeling within me was about to be satisfied Friday evening.  Cole's
roommate had left earlier that afternoon and the apartment would be ours
for the weekend.  It was sort of an anomaly that Cole was living off-campus
as a sophomore, but Fish was a junior.  Not knowing anyone else on campus,
Cole decided he would live off-campus with Fish.  In the end it just made
things more convenient for us.  I arrived at his apartment at 7:30 that
evening after eating dinner and enduring the heckling of Lex and Kyle.


Cole opened the door and greeted me with a kiss.  We decided to watch a
movie together before anything else transpired.  Both of us agreed upon
Reservoir Dogs, the ideal romance film.  I sat with Cole's arm around my
shoulder watching the hyper-violent scenes.  Physically, I believed that
Cole was my protector.  Sure, I could hold my own and it wasn't like I
didn't have my fair share of muscle, but Cole knew how to handle himself.
Mentally, I believed I was Cole's protector.  There was no doubt he was
smart, but he didn't have my level-headed capacity to rationalize and
arrive at moments of sudden clarity. As the movie grew closer to finishing
I could feel the tension growing between Cole and me.


We both wanted sex.  Cole knew what to expect and was likely anticipating
the awaiting pleasure.  I had no idea what to expect and was anticipating
whatever might be in store for me. The ending credits rolled and neither of
us moved.  We were both frozen in a moment.


"I don't like watching the credits," I expressed my displeasure.


"Me neither," Cole remained frozen.


"What are we doing?" I couldn't seem to move either.


"I don't know."


"The anticipation has us pinned."


"Maybe this will help," then he moved over and kissed me, and indeed it did
break the moment.


We kissed for a while as the credits finished and brought us back to the
opening menu.  I was lost within that kiss.  Everything else I could have
been thinking about was forgotten.  My mind surrendered to that moment, and
for that moment I knew I was living.


"Should we move inside?" Cole asked as we broke our kiss.


"Sure.  Turn off the movie first," I stood up and stretched my arms.


Once the television was taken care of we moved into Cole's bedroom.  His
clothing was easy enough to dispatch of.  He had elected to wear a t-shirt
and basketball shorts that evening; perhaps with the intentions of it being
so easy to remove.  I had him down to his boxers and was kissing his chest
before he was able to unbutton my jeans.  We moved over to the bed where my
jeans were finally stripped from me.  As I kissed at his neck I moved my
hand down his torso, stopping to enjoy the light amount of hair on his
body, until I reached his crotch.  I could feel that he was hardening
quickly and I wanted to get him going before we engaged in our act.


Removing his boxers was easy.  I lightly stroked the sides of his dick and
felt the precum slowly leaking from him.  All of this was really starting
to get me aroused as well.  Without giving any warning I moved down to give
him head.  This was something we had been working at in the days since the
first time I gave him oral.


"Oh god, Lucas," Cole was enjoying the experience as each lick and suction
brought on a new moan.


While it may have been Cole's intention not to orgasm before I fucked him,
it certainly wasn't mine.  I wanted to see how many times I could make him
cum before we called it quits.  He was my stud after all.  The blowjob
brought on orgasm number one and I willingly swallowed his load.  I could
tell he was trying to resist giving in to his orgasm, but his attempts were
futile.  His taste and force in my mouth were something I was growing
accustomed to.


"Give me a second," he was starting to sweat a little and his breathing was
heavier.


I knelt over his body between his legs and observed his state of serenity.
His cock was softening, but I was determined to have him hard again very
soon.  My hand ran over his lower abdomen as I waited for further
instructions.  Finally after a few minutes my next orders were issued.


"Alright, in my bottom desk drawer there should be a bottle of lube.  Go
ahead and get it, and take off your underwear," Cole remained unmoving.


Following his command, I located the bottle of lube.  It was mostly full,
but I figured some of it was used during whatever masturbation sessions
Cole may have had.  Before getting back onto the bed I removed my underwear
as instructed.  My cock was eager to engage in whatever activity next
awaited it.  I became further aroused at the thought of making Cole orgasm
again, and possibly a third time.


"You're going to open the lube and get it on my asshole.  Then use your
fingers to open me up, and then we'll go crazy," Cole smirked.


I followed the instructions and opened the lube.  At first it felt cold as
I squirted a little into my hand, but it warmed up as I moved it between my
palms.  After applying a little more to my hands I noticed that Cole had
flipped himself over.  I went to rubbing my hands between his ass.  There
was little hair there and it made the application that much easier.


"Mmm, that's good.  Now start using your finger, only one first," he
instructed.


I took my index finger and brought it to his hole.  At first I felt a
little weird.  The thought of putting my finger in his ass was a little
strange, but he was going to enjoy it.  Slowly I inserted my finger between
his ass until it was met with resistance.  I assumed this was his anal
ring.  I began massaging him with my finger and could feel that slowly he
was opening up.  After another minute my finger slipped further within him
and he let out a shallow breath.  Next I tried to incorporate a second
finger.  While my index finger remained massaging his inside, my middle
finger was trying to work its way in as well.


My middle finger slipped inside of him after a few more minutes of
massaging.  The whole scenario felt a little weird to me.  But Cole's
visually noticeable level of heightened pleasure assured me I was doing
alright.  Seeing him writhe in a state of near-ecstasy got me excited as
well.  Why not see if my ring finger could fit inside of him as well?  Upon
feeling the approach of my third finger, Cole eagerly pushed himself back
to take it inside.  All three fingers probed within him.  It was a feeling
of hot wetness.  I felt like I was running my fingers along a cavern of wet
satin.  Suddenly I felt a bump deeper within him.  I prodded it and this
brought out a brief cry from Cole.  Again I prodded it and it brought on
the same response.  Cole lifted himself up onto his knees now as I
continued to ravage my recent discovery.  His cries were becoming louder
now.


"Lucas, stop, stop.  You'll make me cum again, if you, ahh," Cole was
really enjoying himself.


"Oh, you might cum again you said?"  I had no intentions of relenting.


"Yes, definitely, yes, yes, Lucas," Cole wasn't even sure what he was
trying to say.


"You think I should stop, because I don't think so.  I think you're going
to cum at least three times before we're done," so I had a side of me
brought on by intense moments of lust.


Cole continued to shriek and babble as I kept pumping his ass with my
fingers.  By now his hole was very much open and I could have fucked him
whenever I felt like it.  This scene was also making me extremely hard and
I hoped I wouldn't end up orgasming before entering him.  Another minute
and Cole could no longer contain himself.  He fired his second load on the
sheet below us, luckily we were not under the covers at this point.  I
could feel his ass tighten around my fingers as he released.  I could feel
every pulse of semen as it rocketed out of him.  I was directly involved in
the essence of his orgasm.  When his ass released me I withdrew my finger.
Cole collapsed on top of his cum.


"Three times huh?" Cole was definitely out of breath.


"I'm a no bullshit kind of guy," I massaged his right calf.


"We're going to have to go for some food after this.  I'm not cumming three
times without working up an appetite," Cole remained soaking in his own
orgasm.


I kept massaging his legs while he recovered from his most recent release.
Watching him lie without a care in his own cum was arousing me, and running
my hands over his well-defined legs wasn't helping.  After about ten
minutes, Cole flipped back over to face me.  He was visibly sticky and
sweaty and his hair was ruffled.  It was hot.


"Third time's the charm," Cole smiled at me.


I leaned over and kissed his stomach, licking at some of the residue which
remained.  My tongue entered his navel to retrieve whatever fluid might
have collected within.  I kissed his chest and sucked at his nipples.  All
of this was in an effort to get him hard again.  As our tongues touched, I
could finally feel that once again his blood was diverted to his dick.  My
mission was successful.


"Alright Lucas.  I should be pretty open for you so just spread my legs and
go ahead," Cole kissed me again.


I moved to position myself for the sexual act.  He spread his legs and I
took his thighs and spread them further.  I held his legs spread apart and
readied myself to enter him.  I looked over to Cole again and he smiled at
me.  My dick was dripping precum at the entrance to his ass.  Slowly I
pushed forward and was still met with a little resistance despite the
earlier massaging.  His insides were still slick with lube as I continued
to push slowly.  Finally I could feel that my head had moved past his ring
and the rest of my length slid in easily.  Cole moaned when I had at last
bottomed out within him.


"Oh fuck Lucas, just go slow," Cole tried to issue further instructions
despite his state of pleasure.


"I've got myself a regular slut here don't I?" this was not a version of
myself I was not familiar with at all.


"A slut who's gonna cum for the third time," Cole started to rock his hips.


As I began pumping Cole's ass I was introduced to a feeling I had never
experienced before.  A tight and warm wetness enveloped my cock.  This was
definitely something I enjoyed doing.  Cole felt so incredible and each cry
I forced out of him made it all the more satisfying.  We were in synch and
each of us was close to an orgasm.


"God Cole, you feel so perfect," I said as I ground my dick deep within
him.


"Unhh Lucas, just make me, just make me cum again," Cole demanded hoarsely.


The interesting part of Cole's third orgasm was that neither of us had
touched his cock the entire time.  I never thought it was possible for
someone to get off without any stimulation.  When Cole finally blasted
himself for a third time with his semen I immediately coated his insides
with my own.  Our orgasms happened at exactly the same time.


I looked down at Cole in his state of weakened exhaustion and smiled at
him.  He really was helping me in a way I could have never helped myself.
I was becoming a deviant, but in a good way.  What we had, I think it was
love, but I didn't know what love was at that moment.


"Fucking three times, Lucas you are something else.  I've also never been
this covered in my own my cum," Cole stared at the ceiling.


"It was good.  Let's shower and get you food," I withdrew myself from his
ass.


"And get these sheets off my bed," Cole slowly lifted himself up, his arms
were shaking a little.


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