Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 22:32:42 -0500
From: redwheels <redwheels@subdimension.com>
Subject: falling-for-andre

Falling for Andre

Written by "redwheels" (formerly ultf113)

Spring 2002

o  o  o  o  o

Why not tell him?  I've fallen in love with him, another
boy...  So strange and wonderful and wrong and right to say
it to myself...  Andre, how I need your touch--to feel your
warm skin all night...  To share your soft bed, holding your
firm, graceful body so tight to mine...  Oh Andre, my
cherished One, my best friend and very first Love...

I held my pillow, thinking upon Andre, closing my eyes
knowing how perfect we could be... together.  Oh Andre, hear
me.  Hear my thoughts tonight.  I want to be yours... I am
yours already.  Take me.

o  o  o  o  o

Summer was here.  Sophomore year was over.  No more ancient
teachers imprisoning us with their mind-dulling lessons.
Andre and I met up, as usual, at the town fountain.  The
square was sunny and filling with tourists.

Andre approached.  To everyone else, he looked like a
regular local teen.  But to me, especially in these last few
weeks, he was a delightful vision.  His soft brown hair
suddenly backlit as he emerged from the shadow of St.
Matthew's.

"Hey man," I said.

"Morning, Emile," he said with a smile.

I took a breath of the cool hilltop air.  "So what's up for
today?"

"Mmm.  I've got some ideas."

"The beach again?"

"Yeah, probably.  Listen, my older brother is in the city
with Teresa's parents for a month.  He told me I--we could
use his Vespa if I fixed it up."

"Really."  This sounded good.  "I'll help you."  Bike riding
in these hills was too hard for us now that our bodies had
grown.

"I hope it's something easy.  Knowing how hard Giorgio rode
it, it's probably more than belts and spark plugs."

"How old is it?"

"8 years."  He smiled.  I almost melted from the rising
enthusiasm in his eyes.  "Still want to give it a try?"

"If it works...", I said, "Think how cool it would be."  We
smiled.

"Yeah.  Well, let's go."

How I wanted to reach over and hold Andre's hand as we
walked the narrow alleys to his home.  It would be so nice
to spend time with him doing something real instead of
lazing the summer away again.

o  o  o  o  o

What a piece of crap!  There it was, the front tire flat, in
Andre's dark shed.  You could barely see the scratched blue
body under the coats of greasy dust.

"Ain't she a beaut?", said Andre.

"Oh yeah, a real dream machine", I said.  I loved how Andre
made any situation feel better with humor and irony.

He rolled the motor scooter out to the brick-paved
courtyard.  His mother appeared at the ornamented iron
balcony.

"Andre, put down a dropcloth before you take that apart."
Her voice was stern, but filled with guiding love for her
youngest baby.  She smiled down to us.

"Good morning Emile.  And how are your parents today?"

"Good.  Papa says the tourists like using Euros.  Should be
the best summer yet."  It still sounded weird to say Euro in
place of real money.

"I hope it lasts," she said.  "Well, I hope you two can get
that thing working.  Or at least clean it up."

"I hope so too," said Andre, returning from the shed and
spreading out the dropcloth.

Andre's mom returned inside.  We tilted the scooter down.
And looked at it again.  Ugly.

"Emile, get the red toolbox," said Andre.  "Please."  His
smile again.  Those eyes.  We were just wearing shorts and
t-shirts.  He turned and walked into the shadows of his
house.  I walked away thinking I had to hide any...
"excitement" if he kept being this nice all day.

Andre returned with his boom box and plugged it in.  The
only station worth hearing played pop and modern love songs.
 The rest were news, opera, and tourist announcements in 25
languages.  I hoped they'd play "our song" from last year.
"Love me hold me hot all night" running through my mind when
I almost kissed him on the way home from Stephen's
end-of-summer drinking party.  How I wished...

"Tell you what," Andre said looking down, thinking where to
begin.  He knelt down and unscrewed the front tire's bolts.
"Have a look at this tire and see how much damage there is.
Ever fixed one of these before?"

"No.  But how hard can it be?"

"There's the attitude."  He worked the axle off and handed
it up to me with a smile.

I got to work taking the dusty wheel apart.  It wasn't hard,
and the metal parts were in good shape.  The newest pop
princess was singing "you know my desire."  I hosed off the
wheel, making it look glossy black.  The old patch inside
was deteriorated.  No big problem.

Three hours later, the Vespa's parts were scattered over the
courtyard.  I had the wheel cleaned and back together and
was starting on getting the body clean.  Hopefully my patch
job saved us the 40 Euros plus who knows how much tax a new
tire costed.

"I hope I'm right," said Andre wiping sweat from his
forehead, "and it's just the starter.  Everything else is
old, but nothing looks broken.  Why didn't Giorgio just
bring this fucker in to the shop every three months?"

Since I was cleaner, Andre sent me into town for a new
starter.  Everyone was raised to be polite and helpful to
tourists, but I was getting tired of having our hometown
overrun each summer.  Couldn't these people save their
money, stay home, and build their own towns nice?  All you
could do was sigh, live with it, and make money off 'em.

At sunset, the chassis was back together.  Time to test the
motor.  Nothing at first.  Andre tightened a wire connector.
 It was weak, but it started with a cloud of blue exhaust.
We smiled at our triumph.

"I don't like that coolant hose," he said.  "But that can
wait 'til tomorrow.  Thanks for all your help, Emile."

We cleaned up and had a great dinner with his family.
Andre's father was happy to see the Vespa in good order
again.

"Giorgio never did take care of his things," he said.  "Who
knew there was anything shiny under all that grime?"

"Thank Emile for that, papa," said Andre.  "I wouldn't
have been that careful for such an old machine."

"To Emile," Andre's father said, raising his wine glass.

Everyone toasted me, making me feel pleasantly
self-conscious and embarrassed.  Andre's friendly face
looked so lovely in the candlelight.

o  o  o  o  o

The sun had barely risen.  I shivered a little in the shade.
 I wore sandals, my shortest black shorts, a sea green polo
shirt, and a bleached white jockstrap, still warm and tight
from the dryer.  I secretly hoped to use it somehow with him
today, if I had the courage to make a move.

"Ready to go?", asked Andre.  Birds were cheerfully singing
from the row of trees in front of his light gold house.

I was sitting inches behind him.  Not knowing if I should
squeeze my legs tighter or press closer to his ass.  My
heart was beating fast.

"Okay," I said.  Off we went.  The Vespa lurched to one side
as Andre accelerated.  I instinctively held on to his waist,
touching the thin fabric of his bright blue tank top,
rippling in the wind.

I had ridden and driven scooters before.  But never with
someone I... loved.  Having to be close to ride with Andre
was such a sweet feeling.  I reveled in the situation.
Every time he sped up or went into a turn, I inched forward
and held on tighter.  We made it down the hill's curving
road.  I kept my hands locked at his navel all through the
main road traffic light.  Obviously I was hard for him,
gliding, curving, and feeling us press together at every
stop.

The light changed and we took off, curving onto the main
highway.  I squeezed my bare legs tightly around Andre's.  I
closed my eyes even though my tiny black sunglasses
protected them from the wind.  Holding Andre at last.
Gently rocking side to side as we passed agricultural
traffic.

"Engine sounds good, doesn't it?" yelled Andre in the wind.

"Yeah.  Amazing!"

Andre had made no move indicating discomfort with how I held
him.  We were just test riding the Vespa, seeing how good
our work was.  The broken white lines and speckled grey road
blurred under us.

"She's not overheating either.  Looks like I was right about
the starter."

"Mmm hmm."

The next light was coming up.  We coasted as it turned red.

"Emile?"

"Yeah?"

A pause.  The relaxed engine steadily toned down.

"I don't know if I should say this."

"What?" I asked.

"Emile...  I like.  I really like how you've been holding
me."

We crawled to a stop behind a white Mercedes.  Wow.  Should
I tell him now?

I hugged him.  Close.  Let my actions speak for me.

"Like that?" I asked.

Andrea breathed out with a smile.  "Yeah, like that."

We had established something.  Simple and pure, but a nice
start.  The light changed.  I held Andre tight through the
U-turn.  He really raced us back to the village.

"This thing's in great shape!", he yelled.  Trees and
guardrails whipped past.  "None of the gauges are
redlining!"

Oh.  Riding so fast on our machine.  Giorgio would beat this
thing into the ground when he got back and knew how well it
worked.  But it was ours for now.

o  o  o  o  o

He didn't mention our "embrace" as we checked over the
scooter back in the courtyard.  Maybe he only meant he liked
it while we were riding.  I felt strange standing still on
the hard ground after moving so fast.  It was hard to
believe this old neglected thing had so much power.

"Well Emile, the... only thing I can find wrong is this
side panel.  A couple drops of screw-lock will stop the
rattle.  Man.  To think this nice bike was one day away from
working all those months."

"When can we ride again?"

"I don't know," he said with a laugh.  "I didn't think we'd
get it working so soon."

"Let's just go the other way on the main road.  Isn't it
just 8 kilometers to the next town?"

"Yes.  Hm.  Mama?", he called.

"Yes Andre?", she answered from inside.

"You need anything from Silone?"

She came to the balcony with a big smile.

"You just want to help your mama, eh?  You two can just go
and have fun--It's time you two stopped staying in town all
the time anyway.  Just don't break any girls' hearts."

"We promise," Andre said with a laugh.  "Be back tonight."

"Be good."

"We will, mama."

We stepped to the Vespa.  I got on the back half of the
seat.

"You can drive this time," Andre told me.  Hm.  I slid
forward.  Andre got on and I kicked the stand back.

I started her up.  I wanted to take her slow and get
comfortable controlling her for a while.  Andre's hands were
on my shoulders.  It felt nice for him to touch me.

We went down into the first curve.  As soon as we tilted,
Andre immediately reached his arms around my waist.  Not too
tight.  How could I keep my mind on the road when my cock
was hardening again?

I took us faster down the shady, tree-lined road.  It was
hot and sunny as we reached the base of the hill.  Andre
held me all through the traffic light stop.

"I like it too," I whispered back to him.

His legs squeezed against mine.  We took off south.  I
wanted to close my eyes, feeling so good in his riding
embrace.  We were up to highway speed in 25 seconds.  This
little machine was fantastic!  I was glad I put a second
patch on the tire's other side to balance the first one's
weight.  The wheel didn't wobble at all.

The open countryside was so fresh and green.  Massive lines
of rolling sprinklers sent white sprays of water into the
fields.  The 200-generator-strong wind farm looked so cool
as we sped past together.  I loved being with Andre.  My
mind was fully in the moment, recording crystal clear
memories of... maybe our first day as more than friends.

o  o  o  o  o

Silone was not a tourist town.  Just factories, offices,
stores, and homes.  It was five times bigger than our
village.  We decided to just ride around the streets and see
if anything was happening.  Andre held me close.  Was there
an undercurrent of attraction?

We were the only ones on a long smooth road between the
forest and a long loading dock.  I eased off and swayed the
bike in long esses.  It felt so good to tilt my weight with
Andre's cooperative embrace.

"Mmmm," he said.

I smiled and exhaled.  "I really love how you hold me."  I
couldn't believe I said "love" out loud.  But I felt so easy
and comfortable with him.  God.  Now he knew.

"You're my best friend... Emile."  The way he said my name
was so gentle.  Andre didn't hold back any natural impulse
as he pressed his body to mine.

I eased down on the gas.  We coasted and curved to a stop
next to one of the loading ramps.  Business must not have
been good, as only four trucks were parked in the 80 spaces.

I put my feet down to hold the bike steady.  Andre kept
holding me, but looser now.

"Andre, there's something...  Something I've got to tell
you."  I paused.

"I didn't know this could happen.  Especially to me.  But
I...  I've been falling in...  love with you for a long
time."

Andre was silent, but he didn't let go.  I continued.

"If...  you don't feel the same, I understand.  It's just
I've been feeling this way for at least two years.  And I
have never felt this...  special magic way for any girl.
And I don't want to destroy our friendship, or pressure you
into anything you don't want.  Just know, Andre.  I have
fallen in love with you.  I am yours if you'll have me."

I let silence fall again.  I exhaled.  Had I just gone too
far?

"Emile...  I--I know you love me.  You told me before..."

"When?" I thought to myself.

"I snuck you back into your house after Stephen's party last
year.  Now I know you don't remember.  You told me, kissed
me, and went right to sleep.  In vino veritas."

"And you never told me?" I asked.

"I kept waiting...  I mean, I'm not, ah...  totally gay or
anything.  But how could I say no to your love?  I was a
little scared of where it might lead if I said something to
lead you on.  I thought you knew more what you wanted."

"So," I said, "where does that leave us?  Still friends?"

"Of course!  And... since that night... I seriously started
thinking about what it would feel like to, you know, be
together with you.  And I never found a reason to think it
was bad.  Or to stop being best friends."

"You're still holding me."

"You know, Emile, as long as we can keep it discrete...
I'll go to bed with you.  I think it would make us both very
happy."

Oh my God.  This was amazing.  I kicked the bike stand down
and got off.  Faced Andre.  He looked away shyly smiling.

"I can keep secrets," I said.

"So," I continued, "you're not totally gay?  How gay are
you?"

Andre laughed.  "Emile, let's... let's not overanalyze
this.  If I want to go to bed naked with another boy, that
pretty much means I'm gay enough."  What a way to state the
truth.

I felt more confident.  At peace with Andre and myself.  So
glad things were moving in the right direction.

"You are my first love," I said.  His honest face was so
full of true friendship.

"You're the first one to proclaim Love to me."  Andre smiled
and looked straight into my eyes.  Our souls made the first
hesitant steps to a deeper connection.

"If you had any idea how much I've thought about you,
Andre..."

"I can imagine.  Look, Emile, I've known all my life you
were different from the other boys in town.  You weren't
pretending to be extra manly.  I always liked how you were
always...  just you.  Now that we both are... 'gay'
together..."  He said "gay" like it was only a huge issue to
other people.

"...I just hope we can always stay friends.  I'll even stand
up for you in town, Emile."

He would do that for me?  All I wanted was his love.  To
complete my silly teenage infatuation.  He would put himself
on the line to defend me?  I felt so good about myself,
so... worthy in his eyes.  The stale clouds of shame and
secrecy that accompanied my homosexuality were blown away.
Leaving, and I know this is a total cliche, a sparkling
rainbow of new hope.

o  o  o  o  o

We traded places on the shiny Vespa and sped back through
Silone to the main road.  I noticed every couple, native and
tourist, wondering how they handled their first moments
together.

Even though I had what I wanted, I felt even more vulnerable
and nervous about this second level of love.  I held Andre's
waist tightly the whole way home.  Gave him a first kiss on
the cheek.

Now that this was Real, I was feeling unsure again.  How
could situations work out this well in real life?  Would our
love last?  Was Andre just naive about the implications of
homosexuality?  Or was I wasting energy overanalyzing
something perfectly natural?

"How you doin' back there, Emile?"

"Oh, fine."  We couldn't really talk at this speed.
Everything...  Everything was different now.  Now that we
were kind of... lovers...  I was scared someone might
recognize us riding together.  It felt like the
complications that came with being gay were doubled now.  I
didn't know if I could handle it.

We ascended the hill roads.  I had to hold on to feel safe.
The motor purred.  Andre handled the bike gracefully.  We
pulled into his courtyard.  I disentangled myself from him
after one last gentle squeeze.

Andre brushed his hand back through his hair.  He wanted to
say something, but his mom would hear.  I didn't press.

We went in the house.  A note on the counter.

"At Maria's for dinner.  Love, Mama."

"Looks like we can talk here," he said.  "Papa's over there
too.  And...  You know how late dinners at Maria's can
last."  A silent pause.

"Emile...", he said.

"Yes?"

"You--we took a big step today.  Um.  I...  Maybe we should
take some time to realize what we said."

"I'm so glad you said that!", I quickly said.  The tension
and expectations pressing down on me were lifted away.  I
could only imagine what he was feeling.

"I was having second thoughts too" I said.  "I mean,
before... it was a fantasy.  Based on real feelings...  But
still.  Now that we're--talking about it..."

"We both don't know," he said, "if it will be as good as we
think."

"Right.  Right.  I--this is all brand new stuff to deal
with--"

"For both of us."

"Yeah.  I'm just so glad you didn't get mad at me for...
feeling gay for you."

He exhaled.  "So."

"So," I replied, smiling.

"It's only 4:30.  You want to... take a shower?  You
won't... tell anyone will you?"  Andre smiled.  Now that we
*weren't* rushing things, we could rush things.

I didn't search my mind or feelings.  "A shower sounds
good."  I was grinning from ear to ear.  Yes.

He led me by the hand upstairs.  I was his now.

'Me, with a guy,' I thought.  My dick began pressing against
my jock as I watched Andre's buns move side to side
ascending the curving stone steps.

Into his bedroom.  Pulled down the shade.  He took off his
tank top.  I mirrored him.  Without words, we undressed
to... our jocks.

There are moments when complex sensations beyond words rush
into the mind all at once.  Seeing how beautiful he was,
pulling down his shorts to reveal that he liked jockstraps
too, and how white ours were against our tanned bodies...
His silhouetted body in the dim room.  His light brown
nipples right there.  Good lord.

"Andre, you are so beautiful."

He stepped over to me.  Put his hands on my wide elastic
belt.  Dug his thumbs in, and slooowly pulled down.  I was
totally under his control.  We tilted our heads and drew
together for our first kiss on the lips.  Mmmmm.  Oh Andre,
how I had dreamed of kissing you!

My jock slipped down my legs.  His soft hands touched,
caressed, then squeezed my ass.  We kissed.  I held his
waist and explored him.  I loved him in the jockstrap so
much.  The tight white fabric perfectly matching his curves.
 My fingertips lovingly slipping into his perfect crack.

Andre pulled back from our kiss and gulped for air.

"Oh, Emile!  You are making me so horny!  I've never
needed it so bad."

"No doubt about it, you're totally gay now," I said with a
warm smile.  My hands moved to his waist and slipped under
his belt.  The word "gay" was the most wonderful thing for
us now.  Totally cool.

Andre smiled, knowing how wonderful we both felt.   He
kissed me again.  I couldn't believe we were doing this.
All the hesistance and pressure from before were gone.  I
inched my hands down into his belt.  Touched his ass.
Lifted my wrists away.  We kissed.  My cock stood straight
up, touching totally between us and drawing the tip down him
when we backed off.

I slipped my hands back out of his jock, leaving the erotic
gear there for more caressing.  I held his torso tightly,
hugging him, wanting him to know how much I truly loved him.

"Oh hell, do I have to do everything?" he asked with a
playful tone.  Off came his jock.  Dear God.  His beautiful,
long, tan penis stood free from his full black bush.  I
started to drool.  He stood there to let me admire him,
completely naked.

"Come on Emile."

He led me to the spacious bathroom.  We saw ourselves, our
"all grown up" teenage chests in the mirror.  It felt SO
great to be naked with him.  Our bare skin looked lovely
under the diffused skylight.  The large mirror doubled our
nudity.

Andre clicked open the clear glass shower door.  Gracefully
held it open for me.  Touched the small of my back to gently
guide me in over the ledge.  He joined me in the space.  The
two of us, so gay, so ready for anything.

He approached, put his hands on my waist, and pressed me to
the wall opposite the shower head.  I felt my skin touch the
cool marble tile.  Andre and I shared a long look into each
other's eyes.  He held me against the wall and kissed me all
over my face.  I was in heaven.

His thick red cock swung in circles as he moved down,
kissing my entire body every four inches.  To see him from
this angle, his strong shoulders, his back, as he finished
kissing my feet...  The exquisite way his spine, back, and
waist perfectly tapered to his deliciously perfect ass...
Oh Andre...

We turned the water on.  The initial cold shocked my body.
It warmed up fast.  Andre's father was the town's plumber,
and this shower was the best I'd ever seen in our old, "if
it's good enough, why fix it?" country.

There we were, showered in soft drops, lathering up with a
fresh bar of scented light blue soap.  We soaped and rubbed
each other in the mist.  I kissed his back when I turned him
around to rinse.  Hugged him from behind to lather up his
abs.  Andre's head moved back to my shoulder as I went lower
and grasped onto his slippery penis.  I squeezed and stroked
him up and down.  Harder and softer.  Went back to lathering
up his abs and dark pubic hair.

I felt so so good to be there, together with him.  Knowing
he accepted me.  Knowing I was desirable and lovable.
Discovering just how natural it was to go gay.  Loving
him... loving how I felt about myself, going full steam
ahead with my magic desires.

We were totally cleaned and rinsed.  Andre turned off the
gleaming brass shower.  We stood there, then kissed again.
His flat, dripping hair looked so great.  To feel his naked
back with my hands...  Knowing he was still just as hard as
our cocks touched...  Oh, I had to have him!  What "level"
of love was this?  I inwardly laughed at myself, playfully
analyzing at a time like this.

Andre took a clear bottle of baby oil from the top rail of
the shower door.  Oh yes.  Yes a thousand times!

He squirted the fragrant oil on my chest.  Taking about 25
seconds to totally cover me, I was converted into a slippery
state of complete sensual joy.

He gave the bottle to me, and I happily went to work on his
sculpted bod.  I let the lines of oil drip down his chest as
I attended to his arms.  He moved himself to me, knowing
which areas needed oiling.  To feel him like this... a body
oil dance on our first day!  Not the slightest trace of
doubt about our Love.

"I love you so much, Andre man."

"I fell in love with you going up the stairs today, Emile.
 Angel."

We were all oiled, our bodies glistening in the skylight's
glare.  I knew I had sexual fantasies and interests before,
but finally experiencing this mutual excitement with another
boy was an intense moment of totally unexpected ecstasy.  We
were literally in another world.  A higher plane of delight.
 I didn't know if my heart could take being charged up so
high.

"Who goes first?" asked Andre.  I laughed, not knowing the
answer.

"How about shortest dick?"  It sounded like a fair idea.
With the fun of measuring.

Andre leaned his head back and smiled.  He looked into my
eyes with such wild joy, discovering I could come up with
off the wall ideas so fast.

We stood next to each other, lining up.  It was obvious.

"My turn first."  I was sliiightly smaller than Andre.

I led Andre down to his hands and knees.  I kneeled down
behind him.  He curved his back down and fully... presented
himself to me.

"Wait..."  Andre got up and took the fluffy snow white towel
down.

"My knees were starting to hurt there."  He folded the towel
so we could both kneel comfortably on the shower floor.  I
saw his back cuuurve down again.  Oh.

I poured out a good three tablespoons of baby oil on his
crack.  I spread it down over his pink, wrinkly anus, then,
feeling so excited about this, put my left ring finger to
his rosy center.  He opened up, let me in, and clenched as I
lubed his rectum and squeezed his ass with the rest of my
fingers.  Oh Andre, I thank you so much for choosing me.

"Ready, my love?", he asked, just as *I* was about to ask
him.  I took a breath, gathering energy for my first
boyfuck.

"Yes," I replied clearly.  My dick was already oiled, so I
got into mounting position.  Andre's shoulders, back, ass,
and legs were so gorgeous in the light.  I held my cock.
Touched myself to his crack.  His buns squeezed.  My God!
How much more high could we get?

I lowered my full-mast cock to point straight to his opening
gateway.  I swallowed and nervously pressed.  He opened
wider.  I fffffucked on inside him.  Oh God.  My cockhead
was fully embraced in his hot ass.  I saw myself sliding in,
deeper, inch by inch.

I was... what good are words?  I was fully united with my
true love...  So tight and soft around me.  I felt flushed
with heat and started sweating all over my... our... fully
oiled body.

How I fucked Andre...  He was so great, rocking with me back
and forth, sitting up on my thighs from time to time,
letting me hug him, arching his back, sliding up and down on
my sensitive, sensitive penis.

This was so totally natural.  We found our sync.  Faster and
faster, fucking and squeezing, lovers having the time of our
lives.  Oh.  I had to catch the next wave.
mmmmmMMMmmMMMMMMMM!  Yes!

"Oh God!  Oooh!  Aaaah!  Oh...."  My orgasm built and built
up to a blinding light inside.  I shot out come hard,
feeling obliterated from head to toe.  Thrusting into Andre,
feeling my hands slip around to his nipples... shooting more
and more come into him.

Oh.  Yes.  My cock squeezing out, so hot inside him...
Fully drained, legs feeling totally hollow.  Burned to a
crisp.  My orgasmic joy glowed and faded down slowly.  I
breathed to recover from my wonderful boyfuck, a joy I never
knew could feel this transcendent.  Absolutely Satisfied.
Oh Andre.

I collapsed back, sliding out, burning Andre's ass.

"Oh my Andre.  That was...  that was the best.  I love you!"
 I sat on my heels and recovered my breath.  Andre sat up.
I held him.  He held and caressed my arms.

"Emile..."

"Emile, you were wonderful.  I love you, totally and
completely."

My breathing wasn't back to normal yet.  But I was ready for
his turn with me.  I kissed his ear and whispered,

"Fuck me.  Fuck me hard, Andre."

I had never felt so good or so weak.  I crawled slowly
around as Andre got ready.  Down to my elbows.  Spreading my
legs.  Presenting.  I closed my eyes, knowing Andre would
take me.  Gay me.

Time was warped for me now.  I was reliving our incredible
sex again.  Holding him on the Vespa today.  Our song.
Holding my pillow back in my room.  Seeing him only in his
jock...

Andre poured out the oil.  We must have used half the bottle
by now...

Mmmm.  I loved feeling his hands massage me.  I tightened
and drew in whenever he came near my asshole.  He circled
and circled.  I relaxed.  His finger entered, all in one
fast sliding move.  My toes curled as I realized again how
wild this was.

"Emile, your body is so perfect.  I will love you
forever."

I felt the first anal touch of Andre's hot cock.  Oh yes.
Fuck me now!

"Andre yes," I said with a breathy voice.

He entered me.  I relaxed, totally aware of my entire body
while focused and centered on my anal region.  HMmmmhh yeah.
 Playfully, Andre slid in, stayed, withdrew...  Touched
again...  Pulled away as I squeezed myself tighter than I
ever thought possible.

He was in me again.  Oh yes.  I needed him deeper.  Oh, oh.
Oh God!  He's too much!  Yes.  Oh.  Still deeper, so fucking
hot...  Slipping back out again...  I exhaled and breathed
hard, my fucking ass feeling hotter and looser...  Thank you
for making a woman of me Andre.

Aaaahhh.  My jaw trembled with his next move.  A fast
plunge.

"Oh!" I chirped in pain.  Blissful pain.

Andre's long searing hot dick reamed me out.  I had never
felt this *full* on the toilet.  Oh.  I never wanted him to
leave me.

I realized I hadn't squeezed down on him yet.  Being filled
was enough for me.  I clenched, weakly at first.  Then
stronger.  I felt Andre's body convulse.  He caught a
breath.

"Oh Emile!  Fuck me now!"

I let go for a second and squeezed hard again.  Oh my God!
My slippery ass felt so great with his hard, curving cock up
inside.  We naturally began rocking.  Andre went in and out,
1 or two inches per thrust.  My ring was burning with
friction.  I pictured how red hot and beautiful we looked,
joined together cock to ass.  Mmmm.

Andre's hands were all over me, slipping over my oiled back
and sides.  I had to breathe hard and hold my breath from
time to time to handle getting fucked up the ass.  There was
this funny brown *pleasure zone* at the base of my own dick
that he was touching from inside me...  Oh Andre...  Boyfuck
me and never stop!

We were really rocking.  Both breathing hard.  Moaning with
how fucking amazing we felt together.  Oh, the ride of a
lifetime!  I closed my eyes tightly, committing every queer
sensation to memory.  Andre fucked me hard, just like I
wanted.

I was totally loose.  Andre's dick easily filled me from
base to tip.  The thought of his red penis head so far
inside me, our love strong enough to go this far...  Oh
yeah.  Do me right baby.  Keep it going, Andre.

I totally understood when Andre sped up.  I had always
wondered if fucking could be as fast as jacking off.  Yes.
I was shaking as Andre buttfucked me.  Me.

"Oh God!" said Andre.  "Emile!  Oh!  aaaAAAaaAAAhaaaAAAAH!
 Oh!  Oh!  Yes!"

I closed my eyes, feeling his pulsing penis' hot blasts of
come.  I squeezed him hard.

"Oh God yes, Emile!" he said, out of breath.

"Oh!" I said in a high voice.  My boyfriend was fucking and
coming inside me!  My summer forever boyfriend...

Andre slowed down.  I could tell he was smiling as he weakly
kept pumping.  I twitched my buns and squeezed his softening
dick.  We were so united in the perfect light...

Gently, the way I would do it from now on, he withdrew.
Grabbed me up in a big hug.

"I love you!  You're mine Emile!"

I leaned my head back and laughed.  My hot fucked ass felt
so good.  I loved having his thick white come inside me.
Mmmmm, his embrace.

We held each other for about ten minutes, marveling at what
we had just done.  How high we had flown.  What it all
meant.

"Andre..."

"Yes, Emile?"  It was such a turn on to hear my name
spoken by my boyfriend.

"That went... well."  I exhaled at my joking understatement.

"Mmmm," he said.  "I am so in love with you."

"Mmmmmm."

o  o  o  o  o

We showered off again, and took a long time drying off,
combing our hair, and getting dressed.  We threw a pizza in
the oven for dinner.  We didn't need to talk.  Our
lovemaking took us beyond the primitive perception-cage of
language.

I had vaguely thought love and sex would make me happy, but
now I knew for real.  Alone with Andre, totally unashamed of
who I was.  So lucky he was open minded enough to consider
loving me.  Mmmm.  Everything was different again.  I had
been to the mountaintop.  Whatever the world threw at me, I
could live and die satisfied in the bond of passion Andre
and I shared.  Love.

o  o  o  o  o

Author's note:  The idea of totally oiling up and having gay
teen sex in sunlight came from the brilliant nifty camping
story "coming-of-age" (September 1996).  I credit and thank
the anonymous author of that beautiful, landmark work of
art.
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