Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 08:46:10 -0500
From: reed@dreamwriter.us
Subject: BURRHEAD, Chapter 3, Heat and Light

WARNING: This story contains sexually-explicit information involving
alternative sexualities. Do not read the contents if they will offend
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This story is for you, Mike. I hope it finds its way home.


Chapter 3 HEAT AND LIGHT

Maybe week after our night in the field, Mike rings my doorbell on a
Saturday afternoon. His face is bright red, and he's radiating energy; it's
like he's soaked up the sun and can't keep from giving off heat. He walks
through the door trailing an electrical storm.

"Come see, man. You're not gonna believe how sunburned I got with Jessie
today. She was making out with me on the beach for like two hours. I felt
her tits the whole time, but she wouldn't let me get my hand in her
pants. It was so hot. I'm gonna get there; I am!" He pulls me into my
bedroom without asking if anyone else is home, and closes the door.

"Look! " He's pulling his Speedos down to show a white triangle just above
his pubic hair. "Can you believe how brown and red I am?" I sit at the foot
of my bed, awestruck, but intentionally at eye level when he pulls the
swimsuit down to his knees, letting his dick bob in front of my face. He's
not completely hard -- his foreskin is still covering the crown -- but he's
getting there.

"Mike," I say under my breath, looking up into glittering brown eyes.

"Oh man," is all he responds, reaching for the back of my head.

I want it, this solid, wide column of flesh that feels like nothing I've
ever known before. He smells like Coppertone and sun and boy. His eyebrows
furrow like he's in pain; his eyes dance with hunger; he's almost
vibrating. Mike is a perfectly lithe animal who swells into a dick that
aims at my mouth. When I go down on him, we will be the same animal.

Again I taste salty, sweet precum, though I still don't know what to call
it.. I've gotten used to the taste of Donny's, but Mike's is different; I
like it better. I know that if I suck him for long, there'll be more of
it. I know he'll start to breathe hard, then harder, until he starts to
come unglued. I can't tell you how much I want this.

Reed...Reed, I'm gonna cum. Oh, God, I'm gonna cum. Take it out, man, or
you're gonna eat it. Take it out, Reed; take it...oh...oh...oh fuck...oh
fuck!"

Yeah, I decide to swallow. I don't know why. Just because it's Mike. Just
because, even though the smell and taste of cum are still not something I'm
sure about, this is Mike's cum. And so he fills my mouth with this amazing
paste, and the stuff is hot, and I think I'm drowning, but I go ahead and
drink it.

"Goddamn...goddamn," I think, "that's Mike. He's inside me."

We're both too surprised to move right away. Then he leans over me until I
lie back on the bed, still holding onto his waist, his cock softening in my
mouth, his left thigh resting on my chest. But I can't stay this way for
long; Mike's too heavy. I push him off, and he rolls onto his back, eyes
closed, his breathing even. Asleep? The late afternoon light is turning the
air in the room the color of his body. Why can't we live in this color
forever? My parents aren't due until after dinner, but I'm worried enough
to get up and lock the door.

Mike hasn't stirred when I crawl back onto the bed. Maybe he is asleep. I
climb over his body on all fours, not quite touching him, but taking in his
beach smell and the heat coming off his skin. His mouth is very full, very
red, slightly open, and I suddenly realize I could lean over and kiss him
the same way I kiss Lena. I have never considered that boys could kiss
before, even with Donny. I think about it for what seems like a long time
before I straddle his shoulders with my arms and begin to lower myself,
like I'm doing a push-up, until my mouth is an inch from his. His breath is
slightly musky. I'm going to do it.

"Gotcha," he yelps, grabbing me and rolling over on top of me to tickle me
until I beg him to stop.

"You damn near got kissed, Burrhead," I admit.

"Kissed! Kissed?"

"Yeah, you know, like smack, smack. I just figured out that boys can kiss
each other the same way we kiss girls. It's the same equipment, after all."

"Maybe you think it's the same equipment."

"Not THAT equipment. Our mouths. I could kiss you just like I kiss Lena."

"I guess you could. You want that?"

"I dunno. I want to know what it's like...and if I'm going to kiss a boy,
it might as well be a boy whose dick I just sucked. Less likely to get the
shit beat out of me."

"You are one crazy-assed motherfucker," says Mike. And all of a sudden he
covers my mouth with his. It would be okay if he didn't start forcing his
tongue, which feels like some huge, wet muscle, down my throat. This is not
what I expected; it's more intense, more weird than having his dick in my
face. It's too much boy all at once.

"Hey, Mike, wait, wait, wait! Give me a second here. Come back slower, man;
this is cross-country, not a 50-yard dash. Yeah...like that. Yeah. Oh
yeah."

I know he already has to shave every day, but I haven't thought to expect
scratchy hair on Mike's face; it's a hot surprise. It goes with the whole
feeling of power that's so different from girls. I hold him as tight as I
can until he lets his whole weight sink onto me, moving into my body
through my mouth and my skin. I am inside his smell, his taste. Our kisses
get stronger from both sides until we are kissing as hard as we were when
he started - but this time I'm with him. I am completely with him, and
we're going someplace I've never been.

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