Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 14:30:36 +0000
From: Roe St. Alee <roesaintalee@hotmail.com>
Subject: How I Got Carter - 26

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How I Got Carter - Chapter 26






While we were on our way to the dance, the interior of the limo felt huge,
like we could have fit ten more people in there.  It seemed impossibly
fancy, pristine and elegant, and we all felt the same way.  It's the same
limo, with the same driver and the same people - one less person, actually
- but it doesn't feel that way anymore.


It's just the way these nights end.  Like when they turn on the lights at
the end of the dance.  The glitz and glamour are gone, and you're left with
the same old high school gym that it's always been.


Except in this case it's seven of us packed into the back of a car.  The
same people, but a little bit hotter, a little bit sweatier, and all
completely exhausted.  Our clothes wrinkled, hair out of place, and makeup
faded.  There's no more pretense of dress up.  We all just want to get
home, get showered, and get to bed.


That's how I feel, at least.


The sooner I can get away from all this and have some time to process, the
better.  After all the buildup and how great everything felt tonight, I
feel like I just took a punch to the stomach.  And of all the people to
take the wind out of my sails, it had to be Beth.


For now, I'm not even sure what to think.  I'm sort of mad and a little bit
hurt, but also confused and tired and determined not to get drawn into
Beth's negativity, along with about a thousand other things.


Earlier I wasn't sure what I wanted tonight, and now that it happened I'm
still not even sure if I got it.


So I'm right back to square one.  As sure as I was about Carter during the
dance, now I just don't know.


Which isn't to say that I didn't have a good time at the dance.  I did.
And from the looks of the contented, tired faces around me, it looks like
everybody else had a lot of fun too.


Matt and Jackie are both leaning hard against each other.  Partly in a way
that they are trying to be close to one another, but partly in a way that
they both look like they might fall asleep sitting up in the car.


Gray and Heather seem like they had a good time, too.  I'm not sure that
sparks were flying or anything like that, but I don't think she regrets
taking that bet with Gray and getting suckered into coming to the dance
with him.  They aren't wrapped up quite as close, but I saw Heather getting
a little handsy with Gray throughout the night.  She obviously isn't
completely immune to his charms.


And then there's Ricky.


However things went with Caitlyn tonight, here he is, left high and dry.  I
would say I feel bad for him, but ever since we met up at the end of the
dance, he's been in such a good mood.  If it were up to me, I would just
let it slide for tonight, let him enjoy the rest of his evening, and follow
up on exactly what happened next time we hang out.


But the other guys aren't going to let him off so easily.


Gray's the first on our docket to get dropped off, and he knows it.  He
doesn't waste any time getting on Ricky's case.


"Where's your girl, Rick?" he asks.


Ricky shrugs nonchalantly.  "She had to head home early."


"At least she's real," offers Matt.


We all laugh, but Heather comes to her, or maybe Ricky's defense.


"She seemed sweet," Heather says.


Gray chuckles.  "That's exactly what Ricky looks for in a girl," he says.


The guys all laugh again and now Jackie jumps in.


"She was pretty, too," she says.


The girls don't seem to grasp what we're getting at.  She may have been
nice and pretty, but...


"There was no way she was letting me get anywhere with her," Ricky finally
concedes, looking thoughtfully out the window for effect.  "I was thinking
second base might be in the cards, but alas."


The guys all crack up and the girls try to look shocked, but they're
getting a kick out of it too.


That's the crux of it, really.  Ricky found a hot but prudish girl to take
to the dance.  While I'm sure he was hoping she would be some sort of
unicorn - a sexually curious and adventurous virgin - that doesn't seem to
be the case.


We drop Gray off at his house, since it's the closest to the school.  I
think he's hopeful that Heather might surprise everyone and follow him out,
but she isn't biting.  She gives him a chaste, but not completely unfeeling
peck on the cheek and sends him on his way.


Next are Jackie and Matt, who both get dropped off at Matt's house.  Jackie
and Heather try their best to hug under the cramped ceiling of the car
while Matt makes the rounds of high fives and fist bumps to all the guys
before the pair steps out into the night and we pull away.


Heather is next, as she actually lives just a few blocks away from Ricky.
We all say goodbye as she steps out of the car.  She was really sweet, and
Gray seemed to have a great time tonight with her.  I wonder (somewhat
hopefully) if we won't be seeing more of her in the future.


Which leaves only me, Ricky, and Carter.


With the other guys and their dates in the car, it was easy to ignore the
elephant in the room, but now, not so much.  While we aren't just down to
me and Carter yet, Ricky is kind of a wild card in this situation, since he
knows that something is up between us.  Again, I'm not sure exactly how
much he knows, but the instant Heather leaves the back of the limo, I can
tell that he knows enough.


"Who would have figured?" he asks, possibly to himself, possibly to us.
"I'm the only one riding home by myself tonight."


It is a little strange, at least to me.  Of anyone in the group, he's the
notorious Don Juan, maybe even of the whole school.  He never doesn't have
a girl he's with, plus a few on the sidelines all waiting their turn.


"It won't kill you to spend one night alone," laughs Carter.  "Maybe it'll
be good for you."


Ricky moves his hand up and down, clumsily miming jacking off.  "That's
true," he says, "I could use a good forearm workout."


Carter laughs again, and I manage to crack a smile too.


We pull into Ricky's and the car stops in front of his front door.


"Have a good night guys," says Ricky as he moves toward the door.  He eyes
us both and opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but stops.
He laughs for a second before raising his eyebrows at us.  "Uh, yeah," he
says, then steps out of the car.


I can imagine what he wanted to say.  Something about me and Carter.  About
how we're going home together.  Maybe even a suggestive comment about what
we might get up to later tonight.


Twenty minutes ago, it would have been funny.  I would have laughed, maybe
given Carter's thigh a squeeze for effect.  Hell, if I wanted to throw
caution to the wind, I could have leaned over and kissed Carter, right in
front of him.


The fact that Ricky is in on the secret was one of the best things about
tonight, the fact that Carter told one of his friends about us.  I'm not
his secret anymore.  And now that Ricky's gone, we have the rest of the
night to prove it to each other.


But Ricky's departure has the opposite effect on me.  Like he took with him
the last possible way to ignore the sudden downhill plunge my feelings have
taken on the emotional roller coaster that has been the story of my
relationship with Carter.  Now, sitting alone with Carter in the back of
the limo and a fifteen-minute drive ahead of us, there's nothing else I can
think about.


Carter scoots a little closer to me as the car starts moving again, and I
don't return the favor.  Instead I turn away from him and look out the
window.  Rationally, I don't even know if I should be mad at Carter, but I
can't help but give him the cold shoulder, almost like my subconscious is
reminding me that I'm not fully convinced.


"What's up?" he asks.  He sounds concerned, but not overly so.


Where to begin?


I could tell him all about tonight.  The way I started to feel.  How he
once again pulled me back out of the safety of my doubt and distance.
Right back to him.  Right back into wanting to be with him again.  And
then, at the peak of my optimism and excitement, how it had all come
crashing down again.


But that's not really what's up with me, is it?  I need to get right to
what set this whole thing off.  Beth.


"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, still not turning to face him.  If I look
at Carter, I know all the emotions I'm feeling will be ten times stronger.
I wait for what feels like a whole minute, then Carter finally answers.


"I'm sorry," he says.  "I should have asked you about it, but I needed
somebody to be in on it with me."


He sighs.


"I know there's a good chance that the other guys will find out too."  He
pauses.  "But I'm ok with that, and I guess I didn't think that you would-"


"Not that," I tell him.  "Why didn't you tell me that you didn't break up
with Beth?"


"What?" Carter says in apparent disbelief.  "I thought you knew that," he
says.


"How would I know that?" I ask, still not turning to him.


"I just thought that..."  He stops whatever he was about to says and puts a
hand on my shoulder.  "I thought you knew.  I should have-."


"So now you're with me, because you can't have Beth."


I say it like it's the only obvious conclusion that I can draw.  Carter
doesn't respond at first, and I know it's because that hurt him.  That's
the crux of the doubt that's been worming its way into my heart for the
last half hour, and it's what takes everything he did for me tonight and
renders it meaningless.


"It's not like that," he says, quieter and more meekly than before.  "She
broke up with me.  That's true.  But that's not the point."


"How is that not the point?" I ask.


I finally turn to look at Carter, and he looks thoughtful.  I figured he
would be bristling, or even angry, ready to explain it all away for the
umpteenth time.  But for once he doesn't look like he has the answers
already, he looks like he's trying to figure them out.


"It hit me as soon as she said it," he says.  "Like a huge weight lifted
off of me.  It became completely clear, like I was finally free to see what
I really want."  He reaches up like he wants to touch my face, but he
doesn't.  "What I really need."


"No it didn't," I say, shaking my head.  "It just whittled down your
options from me or Beth, to just me."


"It gave me clarity," Carter argues.


"It took away your options," I fire back.


"Jackson," Carter pleads, "hear me out-"


"I thought you chose me," I say, trying not to let my voice crack under
what I'm sure are imminent tears.  "I thought you finally figured it out.
But you didn't.  You just got backed into another corner, and I was the
only person you had left."


"I did choose you," says Carter.


"No you didn't!"


Carter startles at the volume of my voice.  I didn't mean to yell, but he's
so frustrating.  He keeps arguing the same thing over and over, and I can't
possibly understand how he thinks I can believe him.


"You could have chosen me for months," I say, "but you never did, and you
still haven't.  You just didn't want to have to choose."  I blink my eyes
hard to stop them, but I feel two big tears roll down my cheeks.  "I know
all of this is new to you, but you still know what you want, and what you
don't want.  And you wanted her more than you wanted me.  And once you
couldn't have her, I was all that was left."


"I did know," he says quietly after a time.  "I always knew it was you."


"Then you're weak."


As soon as I say it, I almost wish I could take it back.  The words just
tumble out before I can stop them.  I can tell that it hurts him, and this
time I feel a little bit of regret.  But he needs to hear it.  If he really
wants to be with me he needs to hear it.


"If you knew, you never told me," I explain.  "You never showed me, not
really.  And most importantly, you were never strong enough to make the
decision..."


I almost finish it with `when you had the chance,' but I don't.


Instead I just wait.  I let my words sink in and burn.  He needs to feel
it.  I want him to feel the pain of the rejection that I've been feeling.


Against all my better judgment, I let my guard down again tonight, and I
let Carter back in.  I gave him another shot, even after all the false
starts and confusion I felt the first time around.  I let myself believe in
`us' one more time, and once again I'm being thrown back into the same old
world of worry, confusion, and uncertainty.


"You're right."


Carter looks up and meets my gaze.  He looks different.  The same way he
looked that night two weeks ago when he drove me to the locker room and
asked me to go to the dance with him.  He looks anxious and unsure of
himself.  Of all his looks, this is the one I've seen the least.


"I'm not strong enough for you," he says.  "You took a risk from day one.
You put yourself on the line for me, and I never took that same chance.
You never had a backup plan.  I couldn't do it, and you did it every single
time we hung out.


"I was confused and I was so scared of what it meant that I liked you.  But
you never gave up on me, Jackson.  You gave me a million chances, and I
still couldn't take you up on it.  I liked you and I still like you, more
than I've ever told you, and I finally feel like I can be good enough for
you."


He sighs and looks down for a second before looking back into my eyes.  His
look has none of the cavalier confidence I'm so used to when he's trying to
convince me of something.  He looks so lost, so fragile.


"I don't deserve another shot with you, but you can't stop me from wanting
it."


He's never said anything like this.


In the past it was always action.  He would have given me what I wanted at
that moment, which was his time, attention, and a little bit of sex.  I
don't think he was consciously doing it to placate me, but he knew on some
level that it would keep me within arm's reach.  It was the least he needed
to give me to make sure that he could still have me.  Take the problem,
crumple it up, and throw it away.


But tonight has been different.  It was the opposite of Carter's usual
approach.  It was slow and steady, and every time he gave me something, or
was good to me, he just followed it up with more.  This is the first time
he hasn't taken the fastest, easiest way.  It's the first time he's
felt... committed.  He made our relationship feel real.


And now he's actually telling me how he feels.  What he wants.  It's a
completely different reaction to him making a mistake.  He's not trying to
win me back, he's trying to show me his cards and letting me decide if it's
what I want.


And I actually understand.  I've been so upset about Beth for so long, and
now I think I get it.  It's the one thing that Carter's wrong about.  He
thinks that I was strong and fearless, but he couldn't be more wrong.


I knew that Carter wasn't ready to be with me, but I kept pursuing him,
kept throwing myself at him over and over.  I couldn't break it off, even
though I knew I should.  I should have been strong enough to put my foot
down or make demands, but I wasn't.


How is that any different from what he did?


He says he knew that he wanted me, and he knew that Beth wasn't the right
choice for him, but he couldn't break it off.  Whether it was some
obligation to her, his worry about being with me, or just confusion about
his sexuality, he was paralyzed.


I was afraid of losing Carter if I stopped trying to win him over, even for
a second.  Carter was afraid of doing something he had never done before
and, once done, could never take back.


We were both afraid of losing, and it took both of us until about two weeks
ago to figure it out.


The car stops and I come back to reality.  I suddenly realize that Carter
is holding my hands in his own.  He's holding them tight, too tight, like
he's afraid he'll be letting me go forever if he loosens his grip.  He's
still frantically searching my face with the same look of anxiety from
before.


The door opens and I expect him to pull back, but he doesn't.  Another tiny
sign, a small thing that would have been different before.


I hear Anthony's footsteps as he moves back away from the car.  He can't
properly see in, but I'm sure he's aware that he's interrupting something.


"Whenever you're ready, gentlemen," he says.


Whenever we're ready...


Carter took me to the dance tonight.  He danced with me.  He flirted with
me.  He made me feel special, like he really, truly wanted me.  Every bit
of it felt real.


Whenever we're ready...


He told Ricky about us.  He told one of his best friends that we were
together, that he's with me.  There's no coming back from that.


Whenever we're ready...


He offered to dance with me in front of everyone.  He would have announced
it to the entire world tonight.  At the risk of everything, he would have
danced with me.  That's how sure he is now.


I'm suddenly aware that my heart is pounding, and I'm gripping Carter's
hands even tighter than he's gripping mine.


I swallow hard and take a deep breath.  As I exhale, I feel my mouth slowly
form into a tiny smile.  I loosen my grip then give his hands a quick
squeeze and he smiles back.


I don't know what to say, but thankfully I don't need to say anything.


We rise as one and step out of the car.  Anthony nods to us as we walk past
and closes the door behind us.  Carter slips his arm around my waist and
walks me toward the house.


We're ready.


******* ******* ******* *******


My feet barely hit the floor from the last step on the basement stairs and
Carter's hands and mouth are on me.  His left hand unbuttons my jacket,
then my vest, while his right pulls my face into his own.  His kisses are
short but sweet, lacking the furious desperate need of the last time we
were together, but still full of quiet intensity.  He doesn't want to rush
this.


He pulls my outer layers over my shoulders and I let them drop to the
floor.  With just my thin dress shirt between us, he lets his free hand
start to explore my body while his other undoes the buttons one by one.
His fingertips trace across my collarbone, my pecs, my nipples, and my
stomach.  As he pulls open my shirt, he slips his hand inside and tracing
the same route, sending a shudder through my body at his measured touch.


I realize it's the way I usually touch him.  Like he's trying to soak it
all in, as though he's memorizing me with his hands.  It's the same process
he's followed before, but I can feel the difference in intention, just like
I could feel the difference in so many small parts of what he did and said
throughout the night.


I pull away from his kiss and start the same process on Carter.  This way I
get to see a little more of what I'm uncovering, the unbelievably sexy
young man underneath these clothes.  I unbutton his jacket and vest, then
start to work on his shirt and feel his body.  While I do it, his hands
never leave me, sliding across my chest, stomach, and shoulders.


I smile to myself as I pull his bowtie out of his collar.  He can keep that
on, at least for a little bit, I think to myself as I unfasten the rest of
his shirt buttons.


We stand for a few minutes, our hands feeling every square inch of each
other's bare torsos.  We've been here before, but this time it just feels
different.


We aren't here to take each other tonight.  We're here to have each other.
I'm struck again by the word that pops back into my head.  It's the only
word that I can think of that differentiates tonight from all the other
times: real.


I can't say exactly what was missing before, but it's undeniably here.  Our
hookups from before feel weirdly stunted, like that were only half of what
they could have been.


I finally close my eyes and lean in for another kiss.  His lips barely even
touch mine to start, but the softness of our connection feels incredibly
deep.  There's a gentle sureness to the contact between our lips.  Maybe
it's Carter letting his guard down, or maybe it's me finally, truly
believing what I'm seeing.


It's not fireworks.  It's more of a solid, safe warmness.  A deep,
resounding glow.


Carter pulls back from the kiss and smiles at me.


He pauses and stares deep into my eyes.  Without words he says so many
things to me.  He's glad I gave him another chance.  He's glad I'm here.
His smile repeats all the things he said in the car, and once again, they
finally ring true.






We kiss again, this time with more passion as I let my hands slide down
below Carter's waist.  I unbutton his pants and let them fall, revealing a
nicely filled-out package straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I slide my hand against him, cupping the bundle of flesh inside.  Meanwhile
Carter's hands explore my ass, gently squeezing in time with the ebb and
flow of our kissing.


Before long we're both completely naked (except for Carter's black bowtie)
and rubbing up against each other's bodies.  Mouth to mouth, Chest to
chest, stomach to stomach, and cock to cock.  We make out for another
minute or two before Carter guides us both gently toward his bed.


His knees hit the edge of the bed first and I push him down the rest of the
way.  I lie on top of him, still loving the sensations coursing through my
body as I grind against him.


I let my kisses drop below his mouth to his neck, then trace a line slowly
down the rest of his body.  I'll never get tired of my lips brushing over
his pecs and his well-defined abs.  I kiss each one on my journey before
finally reaching his lower stomach.


While I near my final destination, Carter leans forward to grab my hips and
pulls them around to face him.  I straddle his head, now on top in a
classic 69.  We're both right where we want to be, our faces just inches
away from each other's cocks.


I take a tentative lick down Carter's shaft and inhale the musky scent of
his manhood.  God, it turns me on so much.  It's everything sexy about a
boy, the perfect combination of all the smells that turn my crank.  It's so
manly, so sensual, and right now, it's all mine.


As I take another long lick from the base of Carter's manhood all the way
to its tip, I feel an incredible wetness engulf my own member.  I moan into
Carter's cock and he takes me into his mouth.  I still can't believe how
good he is at giving head, and how good it makes me feel.


I try not to let myself get too distracted by what's happening down below
my waist, since I have a perfectly good dick to suck right in front of me.
I take the head into my mouth and flick my tongue around it, eliciting a
moan from Carter.  He's great at this, but I'm no slouch.


I start to bob up and down, while Carter does the same.  We move in tandem
for a minute, both simultaneously turned on by the hot cocks filling our
mouths and the delicious sensations coming from our own dicks getting
sucked.


I think back to the last time we fooled around, and I remember a few of the
other things I got to enjoy.  I keep working on Carter from my end, but I
try to pull my hips forward a little bit, to give Carter the signal of what
I want next.


He picks up on it and lets me out of his mouth.  With one hand he keeps
stroking me, while his mouth moves slowly southward.  He licks across my
smooth sack, sending a quick shiver up my spine.  His tongue follows past
that and across my taint, finally arriving at its destination.  My ass.


Without a second of hesitation, Carter digs in.  His tongue feels like it's
everywhere down there, prodding, probing, and flicking across and into my
ass.  I can barely think about the blowjob I'm trying to give as he sends
me into another world of pleasure.


I grind my ass into Carter's mouth, whimpering and moaning at his
ministrations.  I knew he could give head like a pro, but when did he get
so good at this?  My ass feels like it's on fire, and the only thing I want
is more.


I think again about the last time we hooked up, and the finger that Carter
put inside me.  I remember how good it felt, and how it left me more than a
little curious at what else we could explore.  As unbelievable as it feels
to have Carter giving me a rim job, I lift up my hips and grab his hand,
guiding it back toward my ass.


For a second I don't feel anything, but then I feel a gentle pressure,
pushing against my hot, wet hole.  I bite my lip to keep from yelling.  I
feel the pressure increase and then finally give way, Carter's finger
sliding into me up to the first knuckle.


I push back against him, and feel another inch or so of his finger slide
into me.  I feel like I'm melting.


And it just makes me want more.


I return my attention to Carter's dick, which is sticking straight up in
the air just a few inches in front of my face.  I push my mouth down over
it, coating it with a fresh layer of saliva.  I want to get it nice and wet
for what I want to try next.  I want to get it ready.


I feel something push into my ass and realize Carter must have slid in a
second finger.  It's an entirely new feeling.  So much bigger.  So much
more full.  Carter must be thinking the same thing.


Up and down, I bob my head a few more times over Carter's cock, suddenly so
aware of its size, shape, and length.  Seven inches long and perfectly
proportioned, it's definitely bigger than a couple of fingers.  Still, the
more I think about it, the more sure I am.  I want it inside me.


I flip around and straddle Carter's waist, grinding my ass back and forth
across his dick.  It slides easily in the space between my ass cheeks and
his stomach, thoroughly lubricated from our combined rimming and sucking.


I am acutely aware of how empty I feel.  Carter's fingers left me with a
throbbing void inside of me, and I am aching to be filled.  I reach down
and grab Carter's cock in my hand and think about it going into me.  I want
so badly to be filled up again.


Carter suddenly reaches up and grabs my face, pulling it down toward his
own.  He kisses me hard, then pulls away.


"Are you sure about this?" he asks.


I smile and return the favor with another kiss.


"I'm so sure," I say, thinking again about the needy void inside of me.
"Are you?"


"I want you, Jackson," Carter says, "every part of you."  He runs his hands
from my face, across my shoulders, and down my body to my hips.  "But if
you're not ready, then I don't want to-"


I shut him up with another kiss.


"Just don't move," I tell him, sitting back up.  "Let me go slow, at my own
speed."


"I, um..."  Carter looks up into my eyes.  "Before you do this, I..."


I line him up underneath me and feel the tip land against my entrance.


"I love you."


I smile and lean down for one last kiss.


When I sit back up I increase the pressure on Carter's cock and feel it
pushing hard against my hole.  It feels wet enough to slide in, but it
suddenly feels huge.  Two fingers is one thing, but this is...


"Oh!"


I cry out involuntarily as I feel the first inch of Carter penetrate into
me.  I feel like I'm already full to the brim, but I have plenty more to
go.


I catch my breath and push down a little farther, and this time my cry is
echoed by Carter.  It feels hot inside me, and the heat radiates out
throughout the lower half of my body.


I look down at Carter.  His eyes are closed and his head is back.  He's
feeling the same way I am, consumed by the incredible, intense feelings as
I slowly lower myself onto him.


I push down again, and after another minute or so, I feel myself settle
onto Carter's hips.  I squirm a little and can't believe the explosion of
feelings inside my body.  I feel so amazingly, deliciously full.  It's
unlike anything I've ever felt before.  I can hardly breathe, I'm so
overwhelmed.


I'm too stimulated to possibly start moving up and down, so instead I
slowly start to rock my hips back and forth, just a little bit at a time.
The movement feels amazing, and it helps me adjust, at least a little bit,
to the feeling of having seven inches of rock hard boy cock inside of me.


Carter sighs underneath me and puts a hand on my chest.  I can tell
immediately that it's not to stop me.  From the glazed expression on his
face, it's like he's just trying to make contact with something, to bring
himself back into this world.


As I get used to having Carter inside me, I increase the speed and
intensity of my rhythm.  I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the
unbelievable feelings wash over me.  There's an incredible pleasure
radiating out from deep inside me, sending wave after wave of delight
throughout my body.


Carter's hands continue to move across my body, sliding down my chest and
onto my hips and thighs, holding me and caressing me.  His moans and sighs
get louder and louder and I move my hips harder.  I can tell he's close.


I open my eyes and look down at him.  He's never looked sexier than this,
with his flushed cheeks and his eyes closed.  His breath is coming in
ragged gasps, interspersed by sensual groans.  He's beyond the point of no
return, and as I relish the control I have over his body right now, I know
there's only one more thing to do.


I want Carter to cum inside me.


I pick up my speed for one final push, and I don't have to wait long.
Within seconds, he tightens his grip on my waist and all the muscles in his
body start to contract, as though they're being sucked into the
gravitational pull of his impending orgasm.  I watch his chest, stomach,
and arms tighten as he pushes himself up into me as hard as he can.  But
what I see, however, is nothing compared to what I feel.


His cock swells inside me as his body stiffens, and I feel him get bigger
and bigger, filling me up even more.  After what feels like forever, I feel
him explode inside me.  He fills me up with his hot cum, and it burns with
pleasure.


I launch over the edge only a second after he does, blasting the biggest
load of my life onto his stomach and chest, almost onto his face.  As I
shoot, my ass convulses at least ten times around his throbbing cock,
milking every last drop out of him.


I stay on top of him without moving for at least a minute, catching my
breath and enjoying the aftershock spasms of pleasure as they shoot through
my body.  That felt better than I could have imagined, beyond my wildest
dreams.


And it was with Carter.


The boy of my dreams, the ungettable stud.  And here he is underneath me,
barely able to speak or breathe, consumed by the pleasure we shared
together.  He never would have done this if he wasn't one hundred percent
sure, I have no doubt.


I lean forward onto Carter and hug him tight against me.  His arms encircle
me as I do, pulling me even closer, then spreading out and gently stroking
my back.


It's different than the other times we've been together.  It's possessive
and tender, like he never wants to let me go again.  Encircled in his arms,
it feels honest and right.


"Oh, Jacks," Carter whispers against my ear, "I've never-"


I turn my head into him, interrupting him with a kiss.


"I love you too, Carter."


I feel his lips curl into a smile and he pulls me closer in his embrace.


And I think...


Nothing.


My mind is quiet.


The usual cacophony of doubt, fear, excitement, and anxiety is gone.
Wrapped up in Carter's arms, I feel calm, sure, and safe.  We've both let
ourselves open to each other, and finally we've both been ready for it.


I take advantage of the silence in my head for once, and I try to savor the
moment.  The warmth of Carter's body pressed against me.  His heart beating
hard against my chest.  Lying here together, we have each other.


And for the first time, I actually believe it.


I have Carter.


He has me.


We have each other, and neither one of us is letting go.