Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 05:04:08 -0400
From: Robb Z <robbauthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Man of my dreams: Part 2

This is a work of fiction containing gay consensual sex. If it is illegal
to view this material, you are offended by this material, or you are
underage, please leave immediately. The events are purely fiction.

Man of my dreams - Part 2

"I really love this dress, what would I do without your guidance?" Carrie
said, staring at herself in her floor length mirror. She was wearing a
short white cocktail dress. It really did look great on her, and she wanted
to make sure everyone knew it.

	"I don`t know, you'd probably be a poorly dressed, emotional
wreck." I said with a grin.

	"You're so funny, NOT. Anyways, you never told me why Paul answered
you phone. I was like "what the hell?" in my head; I obviously didn't say
that to him. I wouldn't want him to be like, why is she all "what the
hell?" I was just so confused. And then you were so like, weird on the
phone, and you guys skipped class together, and everyone noticed, because
it's not like you guys are friends or anything." She said, not really
paying attention to reaction, she was too busy applying a pound of make-up
to her face.

	"It really wasn't that big of a deal, I just didn't, um, feel well
after lunch, and he offered to take me home. Then he wanted to make sure I
got in okay, so he like, stayed for a little big and watched television, it
wasn`t that big of a deal." I said, trying to make my story sound
believable. She wasn`t buying it.

	"Bull shit. What do you take me for? An idiot! I can tell when you
lying to me Blake," She said turning around to face me. "Now let's pretend
you didn't just lie to your best friend, and tell me again."

	I was in a really bad position. I had promised Paul that I wouldn't
tell anyone. Especially Carrie, because he was worried about her ability to
keep a secret, and to be completely honest, it wasn't one of her stronger
suits.

	"Carrie, you have to promise, I mean really promise to me that you
won't say anything. It doesn't matter how "juicy" this may seem to you, or
how much you may want to tell the other girls on the squad, but Carrie if I
tell you, you cannot, and I repeat not tell anyone." I said, giving her a
very serious look.

	"Blake! How could you even think that I, Carrie Moore, your best
friend of like, forever would tell anyone a secret?" She said, dramatically
flailing her arms around.

	"Paul is gay." I said it. Out loud. It felt so weird, but it
sounded so amazing.

	Her mouth literally fell open. She just stared at me for what felt
like five minutes before a huge smile crept across her face.

	"I fucking knew it! I knew it, I knew it! Oh my god, this is so
exciting, like, oh my god, I'm so excited for you!" She said, jumping out
of her chair and throwing all 110 pounds of her onto me. "You two would be
so adorable together! I'm going to cry."

	"Carrie, back up! Just because he's gay doesn't mean, anything
happened."

	"I never said anything happened, I said that you - wait."

	Oh shit.

	"Something did happen! Oh my fucking god. I'm going to die." She
screamed, her jaw was basically on the floor.

	"Carrie... I really, I promised him..." I was stuttering. I really
didn't know what to say. It was basically impossible for me to lie to
Carrie.

	"Whatever, like I fucking care if you promised him anything! Now
tell me what happened, I want all the details! Wait, well maybe not ALL the
details. But did you guys kiss? Did you guy's make out? Oh my god, did you
give him a--"

 	I cut her off. "Carrie! This is so utterly embarrassing.  I refuse
to give you the intimate details of my sex life!" My face was
flushed. Carrie on the other hand was enjoying every minute of my
discomfort.

	"This is just so adorable! My life Blakey is all grown up. And
c'mon Paul James, what a fucking catch! All the girls are going to die when
they find out!"

	"Carrie I told you nobody can find out! Never ever! I promised
him!"

	"Well I mean, I would never tell anyone, but if you two date, he's
going to have to come out eventually right? That's so not fair to you!" She
said, beginning to do her hair. "That would be completely unfair, you
wouldn't be able to hold hands in public, go on dates, or even go to prom
together"

	"I know, and it sucks so much. But I don't want to push him into
anything he's not ready for. Look at me, it took me so long, you knew for
almost four years and that was it! I just want him to do it when he's
ready. Anyways, I don't even know if anything will come of it. Maybe he
only fooled around with me because I'm the only gay person he knows." I
said, pulling a clean polo on.

	"Oh don't be silly! You're hot and you know it. And so does
Paul. Look at you! Any guy would be lucky to have you!" She said, pinching
my cheeks. "Who's my little Blakey, yes, who's my little Blakey!"

	"Oh stop it! I'm nothing special. Look at him, what would he want
with me! He basically has the body of a Greek god, and don't even get me
started on his dick." I said with a devilish grin, I really loved to tease
Carrie. The look on her face was priceless.

	"So you did fuck! I knew it, I knew it!" She was back screaming and
flailing.

	"Well, not technically, I mean I gave him head that was it. In the
parking lot at the deli nonetheless, I felt so rebellious!"

	"You are such a slut!" She said, sticking her tongue out at me.

	"Whatever, I know about all the funky shit you and Johnny have
done!"

	We both broke out laughing; we finally composed ourselves long
enough to finish getting ready for the party. We drove to Johnny's house
were we left Carries car, Johnny was the designated driver tonight, the
football team had a game the next afternoon, and Johnny didn't really have
good morning afters.

	"Oh baby you look so fucking hot!" Johnny said, grabbing Carrie as
we walked through the front door.

	"Jonathon! That is no way to talk to a young lady!" Jonathon's mom
yelled from the kitchen.

	Johnny may have been an asshole but his mother was the complete
opposite. She was the nicest mom out of all my friends, and it always
baffled me on how she had given to birth to such a pig.

	"Blake! Carrie! I haven't seen you two in so long! Oh and Blake,
how are you feeling sweetheart? When Jonathon told me what had happened to
you I was appalled! I was ready to go find those boys and give them a swift
kick in the butt!" She said, grabbing me into a bear hug.

	"Thank you Mrs. Thomas, I'm feeling a lot better now, and I
appreciate the thought!"

	"Well, you know you're always welcome here, and it will do Jonathon
a little good to have some friends who aren't all meat heads!" She said,
swatting him on the back with the dish towel.

	"Ma, we got to get going! I still have to pick up Paul and make a
stop at the store before the party!" Johnny said, shuffling us out the
front door.

	When I heard Paul's name my heart stopped. I figured he would be
there tonight, but I didn't know he was going with us. When he has left my
house earlier this afternoon he was still a little nervous after the whole
Carrie thing, and about "us". And now that Carrie knew what really
happened, I was nervous that she was going to say something accidentally.

	"Well drives safe, and you all have fun!" Mrs. Thomas said, waving
from the door.

	"Bye!" The three of us said in unison.

	Johnny and Carrie sat in the front of the Range Rover; well I sat
in the back cradling the three bags of booze, and keeping my arm on the two
cases of beer to make sure they didn't go flying when Johnny made one of
his abrupt stops. The "store" Johnny had to stop at before the party was
the liquor store. He was the one of the few guys on the football team that
had a fake I.D, so he usually ended up buying the liquor.

	"I'm so excited for tonight!" Carrie said, turning around in her
seat to talk to me, "We haven't been to a good party in a real long time! I
just hope that dumb fucking whore Kelly doesn't step out of life, or who
knows what going to happen!"

	Kelly Saunders was Johnny's ex girlfriend from sophomore year, and
lately she's been trying to weasel her way back into the picture.

	"Carrie, please no drama tonight! I just wanna have a good time, be
with you, chill with the guys." He said, reaching over to grab her
hand. Sometimes I couldn't tell if Johnny was being sincere or not, but for
Carries sake I hoped her was.

	We pulled up to Paul's house, which was massive. His dad was some
hot shot heart surgeon and his mom was an attorney. I had never been inside
his house before, only seen the outside when I was with Carrie and
Johnny. A smile crept across my face as I wondered to myself if I would get
to see his bedroom anytime soon. Johnny honked the horn, and a few minutes
later my dream boy stepped out the front door. He looked amazing. He was
wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt, his letterman jacket, and a pair of
ripped jeans. Carrie turned around a grinned at me. I mouthed "say anything
and die" to her right before Paul climbed into the back, sitting literally
ten inches away from me.

	"Paul man! What's good boy!" Johnny said, turning around to do some
weird guy handshake with him.

	"Nothing really, just excited to party tonight!" Paul said
stretching his arm out over the head rests casually; his arm was basically
around my neck. He turned to me and started to talk in hushed tone, a smile
creeping over his face. "How are you Blake?"

	My face flushed with embarrassment, "Oh I'm, ugh, fine."

	"Nobody ever pays any attention to me! Poor little me sitting up
here all by myself, I get all dolled up for nothing!" Carrie interjected,
she gave me a wink. This was why she was such an amazing friend, she always
had my back.

	Oh shut it Carrie, you're such an attention whore." Johnny said
rolling his eyes, him and Paul busted out laughing. Carrie was definitely
not impressed, even though she was only doing it to take the attention away
from me, she was pissed off with Johnny's reaction. She crossed her arms
and began to sulk.

	"Oh c'mon baby, I was only kidding! And don't frown; you'll put
wrinkles on your pretty little face!" Johnny said, reaching over to grab
her hand. They began to bicker back and forth which left me and Paul
sitting in the back in silence, with me and staring down at my shoes.

	Paul broke the silence. "So I really enjoyed this afternoon."

	I looked over at him, he was smiling. "Oh yeah, it was fun, getting
lunch and um, watching T.V."

	"That's not what I meant silly, and you know it. I'd really like to
get together and talk some more soon." He said, brushing his knee against
mine, and then he quickly added, "Maybe do some more of what happened in my
truck."

	My heart was racing. He was being so forward about everything,
which was completely unexpected. I assumed he'd be the one who was
uncomfortable, but for different reasons. He was turning me on so much. I
love the fact that he was so straight forward about everything.

	"Yeah," I whispered, "I'd really enjoy that."

	We arrive at the house a few minutes later. Carrie and Johnny were
obviously pissed off with each other, so we ended up separating from the
boys which was kind of a downer, but I figured I'd see Paul a little
later. Carrie headed right for the bar where some guy was pouring shots of
tequila and she started throwing them back.

	"Wow Car, slow down!" I said, grabbing the fourth show out of her
hand.

	"Ugh, I'm just in such a bad mood. Johnny is such an asshole, like,
fuck I just like." She said, already starting to slur her words. I grabbed
us each a bottle of water and lead her outside to the pool area were people
were hanging out, talking and dancing.

	"I just wanna drink, fucking forget about Johnny and his bullshit!"
She said, grabbing a beer from a cooler near the barbeque.

	"Nobody said you can't! Just take it easy, it's only 9 o'clock." I
said grabbing myself a vodka cooler out of the cooler.

	"Whatever, I just wanna get so drunk tonight that I can barely
talk." She said, leading me over to the group of cheerleaders who were
drinking and smoking. The three girls were already pretty drunk, and when
Carrie told them what had happened with Johnny they all got pretty loud,
and they all ended up yelling about how retarded guys were, but threw in
that they loved me because I was gay. I excused myself to go use the
washroom and wandered into the house. I had no idea where I was going so I
wandered around the hallways for about ten minutes until I felt a hand on
my shoulder.

	"I've been looking for you." A familiar voice said. I turned around
to see Paul there with a smile on his face.

	"Oh, well you found me." I said sticking my tongue out at him.

	"I really wanna talk, but we can't right here. Follow me; I know
where we can go." He said, grabbing me by the arm and leading me down the
hallway to a door, which turned out to be a guest room. I went in and sat
down on the edge of the bed, looking around at the different paintings on
the wall. I heard a click, and noticed that Paul had locked the door.

	"I just don't want anyone to come and disturb us." He said, coming
over and sitting next to me.

	"Good idea, it would probably seem pretty strange for the two of us
to be alone together." I said, taking a sip of my drink.

	Paul grabbed my hand; he had such a firm grip. I looked over and
him and looked into his eyes. It sounds so clich‚ but my heart
melted. He brought his other hand up to my cheek and placed it there. He
slowly moved in and placed his lips on mine. I could taste mint which I
guessed was probably the remnants of toothpaste from earlier, and beer. He
slowly forced his tongue into my mouth and our tongues began to
intertwine. I put my drink down on the side table and slipped one hand up
his shirt and began to play with is nipples.

	"Oh fuck yeah," Paul groaned, breaking away from our kiss. "I wanna
lay back, come over here."

	He moved back onto the pillows and I climbed on top of him. I only
weighed about 150 pounds so I wasn't that heavy. I ran my hands over his
strong pecs, and then moved down to his strong stomach. He moved his hands
around to the small of my back and began to massage just above my ass. I
could feel his cock hardening underneath me through his jeans.

	This time I broke the kiss. "Is it okay if I take it out?"

	"You can do whatever you want." He said, a huge smile appearing on
his face.

	I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, which left him in a
pair of boxers that were visibly tented. I began to massage his dick
through the fabric. He started moaning loudly, and put his arms behind his
head, revealing his armpits. I'd never really though armpits were sexy, but
to me, everything about Paul was. I had this strange urge to lick his
pit. It seemed so taboo, which excited me even more. Without even thinking
I moved my face towards his pit, and stuck my tongue out and licked. They
tasted like sweat, and man. His eyes popped open and there was a look of
shock on his face. I pulled back, nervous that I had freaked him out. Then
a devilish grin crept across his face.

	"Oh, so you're a kinky little boy aren't you?" He said grabbing me
by the back of the neck.

	I blushed; it felt so good for him to take control. He pushed me
off of him, and then flipped me onto my back. I really didn't know what he
was doing, but he started to pull my pants off, which made me nervous. I
wasn't sure if I was ready for this. Sure, I had "played" with myself
before, but I hadn't even gotten his cock wet or anything, and I wasn't
sure if he even had a condom. What came next was completely
unexpected. Paul spread my cheeks apart and I felt his tongue flick across
my hole.

	"Oh my fucking god." I said, moaning in pleasure. I had never felt
anything like that before.

	"Who said you were the only kinky one?" Paul said, and then
proceeded to go back to eating out my ass. I had heard about rimming before
but wasn't really sold on the idea. It seemed kind of weird to lick
someone's asshole, but now I completely understood why people loved
it. Paul continued to lick and probe my hole with his tongue for a few more
minutes, and then I felt my phone vibrating against my leg. I guess Paul
felt it as well, because he lifted his head and looked at me.

	"Is that your phone?" He said, looking at me with a confused look
on his face.

	"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I should probably get it just in case
something is wrong."

	"No, no, it's cool, go ahead!" He said with a smile.

	I flipped over and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. My display
said it was Carrie, so I answered it guessing that she was probably just
looking for me.

	"Hello?"

	"Blake! You need to get the fuck out here, Carrie and Kelly are
killing each other and she won't stop for anything!" The voice belonged to
Johnny. Shit, the one chance I get to be alone with Paul and Carrie and
Johnny's dumb drama has to ruin it.

	"Okay, I'll be right there!" I said, hanging up the call and
pulling up my pants. "I'm sorry Paul, I guess Carrie went after Kelly, I
don't know, but I have to go and see what's going on."

	His smile turned into a frown. He looked like a sad little puppy
dog, and it was breaking my heart. "Oh alright, well I'll come with you,
I'm sure Johnny is flipping out."

	Paul checked the hallway to make sure nobody saw us come out
together, but there was nobody there. We both assumed everyone was outside
trying to catch a glimpse of the girl fight. We were right. I squeezed way
through the cheering crowd, and finally pushed my way to the front.

	The two girls were rolling around on the ground, slapping, kicking,
and even biting each other. They were yelling things like; "You fucking
whore!" and "Get the hell off me!" at each other. Johnny was standing there
not making much of an effort to separate them. Nobody else was either
though. I grabbed Carrie but the waist. She was small enough that I was
able to pull her on the other girl, who was lying on the ground with a
bloody nose. Carrie was kicking and screaming as I attempted to drag her
away.

	"Let me go Blake! That dumb slut tried to kiss my fucking
boyfriend!" Carrie drunkenly screamed, holding a clump of hair which I
guessed to be some of the other girl's hair extensions. "Dumb bitch! I'm
going to fucking kill you!"

	People moved out of the way so I could get through, and some of the
other girls friends had ran to her to tend to her wounds. Carrie got out
pretty much unscathed, except for being covered in dirt and booze. I
dragged her into the house where I set her down on the floor. Then I blew
up, not only was I mad about her getting into a drunken cat fight, but she
ruined whatever was going to happen with Paul.

	"What the fuck were you thinking? Do you want to go to jail! You
probably broke that girl's nose!" I screamed at her. She was a mess, her
hair was all over the place, her dress was covered in dirt, and she was
still seething mad.

	"Good! I hope it is broke, that dumb bitch tried to kiss MY
boyfriend!" She yelled, slurring her words as she went. She tried to stand
up but didn't last ten seconds on her feet. I had to carry her over to a
couch were she ended up breaking down into tears in my lap. I help her well
she sobbed. I was such a good friend.

	"Is she going to be okay?" Paul said, sitting down next to me on
the couch.

	"Yeah, she's just drunk, she probably won't remember in the
morning." I said, stroking her head. I think she had fallen asleep with her
head in my lap.

	Paul laughed, "If I didn't know you two, I'd think you guys were
dating, just because of the way she's laying there."

	"Well maybe if he boyfriend acted more like one, I wouldn't have to
be doing this for her!" I said, rolling my eyes.

	"You're a really good friend Blake. You have a really big heart."
He said, grabbing my hand and holding it between the cushions so nobody
could see.

	I blushed; I hate the affect he has on me. "Thank you."

	"I think Johnny is coming in soon. He was just trying to convince
Kelly not to call the cops, I'm sure that's the last thing Carrie needs."
He said, looking down at Carrie, who was now snoring loudly and drooling
all over my pants.

	"Yeah, her parents would definitely not be happy!" I said, trying
to imagine the reaction of her parents if they had to bail her out of jail
for assault.

	"Johnny gave me the keys to his car; do you wanna go out there and
wait? I can text him and let him know." He said, handing me the keys.

	"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that. I don't know what I'm going to
do with her tonight. I cannot take her home like this."

	"Well, you guys could just crash at my house, I mean; my parents
are gone for the weekend, skiing or something like that." He said.

	"Oh I couldn't do that to you! Anyways, we have to leave now, and I
wouldn't want you to have to leave at ten thirty."

	"I don't mind, not at all really. The only reason I came was
because Johnny told me that... you were going to be here." This time Paul
blushed.

	I wanted to kiss him right there, but I obviously didn't. That was
the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. The only reason he has come
tonight was to see me.

	"That's... the sweetest thing" I said, a huge smile spreading
across my face. He looked up at me and smiled back. "Yeah, I don't think
staying at your house is a bad idea, not at all."

	Paul carried Carrie out to Johnny's car. We laid her in the back
seat, and the two of us sat in the front waiting for Johnny to come
out. The only light in the car was from the moon. I could only see half of
Paul's face, but I could tell he was staring right at me with a smile.

	"You're so handsome." He said, leaning into kiss me. I kissed him
back, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I kind of forgot that Carrie was in
the backseat until she said something.

	"You two are so fucking adorable." She said still slurring her
words. She had propped herself up on each of the front headrests. Paul
quickly pulled back and looked from me to Carrie and back again. A look of
panic washed over his face. Carrie noticed this, "Oh don't worry Paul, I'm
not going to say anything, I piggy swear."

	"Pinkie swear." Paul and I said in unison, forgetting about what
had just happened for a second.

	"Yeah yeah, whatever, I won't tell anybody." And with that she
flopped back onto the backseat and fell back asleep. Paul still looked
worried.

	"Paul, I promise you she won't say anything, she probably won't
even remember in the morning."

	"I just, I just... I know, it's just scary, to have other people
know. Like only you knew and that was a lot, now the gossip queen herself
knows!" He said, pointing at Carrie.

	"Yeah, but Paul she also kept my secret for four years! People
don't give her enough credit." I said, looking at him with a serious face.

	He was about to something until someone opened the door. It was
Johnny, and he was visibly intoxicated. He hopped into the back seat,
moving Carrie over to the other side of the car. "Fucking bitch had to go
and ruin the party, she's lucky that I love her."

	The two of them were a match made in heaven. I was actually
surprised that Johnny hadn't fought me to drive, but he also knew that I
wouldn't have let him so it was a moot point. I drove the ten minute drive
to Paul's house, and in that time Johnny had fallen asleep as well. Paul
woke them both up when we pulled into the driveway.

	"Okay guys! It's time to get up, let's go!" He said, clapping his
hands at them. Carrie and Johnny both groaned, and I'm pretty sure Johnny
cussed under his breath. The two of them only made it to the living room
where they passed out of the couch.

	"Well, you have two choices." Paul said, turning to look at me,
"You can stay down here with these two dingbats, or you can sleep with me
in my bed."

	It really wasn't that hard of a choice. "I'm going to sleep down
here."

	His jaw dropped open. His reaction was priceless. I broke out
laughing. "I'm kidding obviously!"

	"You're an asshole! Maybe I don't want you to sleep with me
anymore." He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

	"Oh whatever, like you're going to give up the chance to sleep with
me. Alone. Naked." I said with a smile.

	"Well, if there's nudity involved I'm down!" He said, running up
the stairs, "You coming?"

	I woke up the next morning, a little groggy from the alcohol from
the night before. I could feel a muscular arm draped across my waist. I
rolled over to see Paul fast asleep. He looked so perfect; his hair lightly
tussled from sleep, and a little bit of drool forming in the corner of his
mouth. I on the other hand probably looked disgusting. I had terrible
morning breath, crust rimmed around eyes, and felt like I was going to
puke. I pulled the covers down to get out of bed and found myself naked. I
looked over at the boy is bed with me; he was naked too. Did we have sex
the night before? I really couldn't remember. The last thing that I
remembered was coming upstairs with Paul. He has shown me to his bedroom,
and we had come in laid down on the bed; fully clothed. That was the last
thing I remembered.

	"Blake?" Paul said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

	"Hey..." I said, still confused about what had happened the night
before.

	"How are you feeling thins morning?" He asked, and then he leaned
over and kissed me on the cheek.

	"I feel a little sick, but overall, I'm okay." I said. I felt bad
for being so cold, but I was really scared. I wasn't sure if we had sex. I
really didn't expect to be drunk I couldn't remember my first time.

	"What's wrong?" Paul said cradling me in his arms.

	"Paul did we... did we... have sex?"

	"Is that why you're upset? Do you really think that I'd do that to
you? Have sex with you while you were passed out. I took your clothes of
because you looked really uncomfortable." He seemed really hurt that I
would even ask a question like that.

	"No Paul, I didn't mean that you would! But we both had been
drinking!" I said sitting and turning around to look at him face to face.

	"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset. But
Blake, I want you to know that I want to wait as long as you want for
that. I really care about you." He said, holding my hands in his.

	"You don't know how much that means to me Paul." I said, kissing
him. I really didn't know how I'd gotten so lucky.

	In the midst of our kiss, Carrie and Johnny barged in. Carrie
wasn't really fazed by our kiss, or the fact that we were naked and she
climbed into bed with us, but Johnny on the other hand stopped dead in his
tracks.

	"What the..." He said, staring at Paul and me.

	Paul yanked away from me, and stared back at Johnny. "Man it's not
what it--"

	"I'm just kidding with you dude!" Johnny said, bursting out
laughing. Now I was really confused, Johnny was the last person I had
expected to be okay with his best friend making out with a guy naked.

	"Wait, you're not mad..." Paul said, the look of fear on his face
changing to confusion.

	"Nope, I kind of figured that there was something goin' on with
you, I mean you haven't had a girlfriend in forever." He said, sitting down
on the sofa.

	"And like, I guess I kind of warned him before we came up here..."
Carrie said.

	"Carrie! Do you even know what the word "secret" means?" I said,
slapping her on the arm.

	"Ouch! And yes, I do. But I didn't want him to like, shit a chicken
if he came up here and saw something - like this." She said with a playful
smile.

	Paul was still trying to take everything in. I guess this wasn't
how he had imagined coming out to his best friend. He finally spoke, "Well,
I guess it's out in the open."

	"Dude, I promise you I won't tell anyone." Johnny said tossing a
hacky sack in the air.

	"I've heard that one before." Paul said, shooting Carrie a dirty
look. She was completely oblivious though.

	"Well, now that we all know like, that you two are dating, fucking,
whatever, can we go get some food, I'm starving!" She said, emphasizing the
word starving.

	"Carrie you're not starving, orphans in Africa are starving." I
love correcting her, she got so touchy.

	"Whatever, I'm HUNGRY. There, are you happy Mr. Word Police."

	Paul and Johnny started laughing; all the tension in the room was
gone. It felt pretty amazing to have my best friend, and Paul's best friend
know about us. Johnny and Carrie left to go shower in the guest washroom,
presumably together, well Paul and I showered and got dressed in his room.

	"Crap, there's vomit on my shirt." I said, picking up my white polo
from the night before.

	"Hmm, maybe I have something old that might fit you." Paul said,
rummaging through his drawers. He pulled out a red t-shirt "Here, this
should fit you, it's from when I was like 10, you're so fucking skinny."

	"I'm not that small, you're just a fucking beast." I said, sticking
my tongue out at him.

	He did some really bad impression of the Hulk or a werewolf and
said "Argh, I'm going to get you!"

	He ran across the room and tackled me to the bed. He started
tickling me. I tried to escape but he had about one hundred pounds of
muscle on me, and I was pinned. I was squirming all about underneath him.

	"Okay, okay, you win! Let me go!" I begged from underneath him, I
was beating on his chest with my fists. He grabbed my arms and pinned them
to the bed.

	"What do you say?" He said with a smile.

	"Please! Please let me go, you're crushing me you giant!"

	"Well that didn't seem very sincere, and you've hurt the giant's
feelings!"

	"Oh no, what's the giant going to do about it?" I said
sarcastically, Paul had a goofy grin on his face that was adorable.

	"Teach his prisoner a lesson." He said grinning. Paul leaned down
started to suck of my neck. It felt so good, his body pinned on top of
mine, and I loved the feeling of him taking control. He rolled off me and
pulled me on top of him, and started to explore bare chest. His touch felt
so amazing. He continued to suck on my neck, and he slowly moved his hands
to my butt. He slowly pulled of my pants. I removed his shirt, and then
pulled of his boxers. We began kissing again but it was a lot more
aggressive this time. We kissed and explored each other's bodies for a
little bit before he whispered in my ear.

	"I really want to be inside of you."

	I didn't know what to say. I really wanted to scream yes, I wanted
to have him inside of me, I wanted to be his. But another part of me was
scared, he was so big, so thick, it was going to hurt so badly.

	"I promise to be careful, I'll use a lot of lube, and I'll go
really slow, and we can stop if you're in too much pain."

	"Okay, I trust you."

	He got up from the bed and went over to his dresser and fished
around in his bottom drawer for the lube and a condom. He started to rip
the condom open when I stopped him.

	"No condom, neither of us has had sex before. I just want to feel
you. Feel you inside of me."

	He tossed the condom into the trash bin, and squirted a large
amount of lube onto his fingers. He came back into bed and flipped me onto
my stomach. He began to massage one finger into me, and after a few minutes
worked another one in. After about five minutes he had three fingers in me
and I started begging him to fuck me.

	"Oh fuck me Paul, stick your hard fucking cock in my tight ass."

	"Whatever you say baby!"

	Paul pushed the mushroom shaped head against my opening. I was
loosened up, but still really tight. After a few minutes he finally pushed
in. I felt amazing. I felt so full and fulfilled, hid dick belonged
there. He slowly started move his cock in and out and picked up a steady
pace. I could feel him hitting my "g spot", and I felt like I was going to
explode; which I did.

	"Oh fuck I'm going to cum! You're going to make me cum just from
fucking my ass!" I screamed out. I started cumming and my ass tightened
into a iron grip. Paul started fuck me harder and harder.

	"Oh fuck baby, you're ass is so fucking tight, I'm gonna come in
you, I'm gonna fucking come in your ass!" Paul panted; I felt my ass being
filled little by little with each blast of hot cum. When he was finished,
he lay down behind me and left his softening dick in me. We just cuddle
together, basking in the afterglow of the amazing sex we had just
experienced.

	"I love you." Paul whispered in my ear.

	"I love you too."



I hope you enjoyed Part 2! It took me a while to do it, with school and
work, and not to mention a major creative block. But now I have some ideas
on where to go with the story, so I'm definitely going to continue! I
really love reviews, comments, suggestions; it's great to hear what the
readers think! So e-mail me at robbauthor@hotmail.com