Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 19:11:03 -0700 From: Fortis Frater <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com> Subject: High school, three simple words 8 Sorry for the long delay...I have a shitload of stuff to do for the next to weeks. That being said, chapter 9 will probably be postponed for two weeks (Probably finish by second week of June). Sorry for the inconvenience! But them finals! >:o I'll still respond to emails though. Those are always fun to get. :D And as always, donate...is it to hard as to give up five dollars to this wonderful site? NOTE~ SOMEHOW, THE LAYOUT GOT MESSED UP. sO I HAD TO MANUALLY PRESS ENTER FOR EVERYTHING ON NOTEPAD. IF ANY OF THE FORMATTING LOOKS DIFFERENT, THAT'S PROBABLY THE REASON WHY. SORRY FOR THE TROUBLE. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Chapter 8, "Caleb's Confession" I look up at the clear sky. Beautiful...simply beautiful... It's the perfect moment right now with Chris next to me on this clear, amazing day. We continue strolling down the endless grassy field hand in hand, not having a care in the world. With sky being as blue as Chris's eyes, not single a cloud dares to float over us. And everywhere you look, it's grass, grass, and more grass. Chris let's go of my hand starts dashing away, telling me to chase after him. Naturally, I race after him. At first, the gap between us stays constant. But then, the ground starts slanting upward gradually, and gradually. With each step I take, Chris is somehow able to double the distance between us. My breathing becomes heavy, and I struggle with all my might to keep up with him. "Wait up Chris!...Hold on!" I yell. I guess he didn't hear me as he runs faster and faster. As I run up the hill, the sun slowly sets down. Strange, it was daytime just a few moments ago...it's like as if every step I take, the sun gets closer to the ground. Hmm...weird, but whatever, I have a Chris to catch! His pace eventually slows down to a halt, and stops at the top of the hill; it's now sunset with a somber purple in the sky. I finally manage to catch up to him. I rest my hands on my knees and heave in some air. I look up and to see his beautiful face. But, as soon as my eyes meet his, I instantly knew that this Chris isn't my Chris. His eyes looked different, more defined and less innocent somehow. "You're not my Chris are you..." I cautiously said as I take a step back. Not saying word, he smiles and nods his head. "Who are you?" I demand. He shrugs his shoulders. I look around the scenery. Now that I look at it, I don't remember how I came here in the first place. "Who are you? I ask again. The Chris points a finger up into the sky, and clouds start conjuring above us. "...Are you an angel?" The pseudo-Chris shakes his head. "...Are you a demon?" Again, no. "Then why are you here?" He holds out his hands and wraps them around my waist. A gentle breeze blows by us. "Save me..." he whispers. "...Save you from what?" No answer. The wind becomes slightly stronger, and his body turns transparent and into fog, flowing away from me as the wind pushes against me. I desperately try to keep him in my hug, but to no avail. His body's already floating up into the clouds with the wind. "Protect Chris..." He calls out again. "But from what?" I shout to the open air while turning around, looking for him. "...Save him Dylan...save him..." "Save him from what!?" I scream at the air. The wind's now stirring up and getting stronger. The voice's whisper becomes louder and louder. "Save him Dylan...save him Dylan.. save him Dylan...Dylan...Dylan..." "Dylan, Dylan!" another voice shouts as I feel something nudging my shoulders. "Mmm..." I groan as I slowly regain conscience. "Dylan, wake up," the familiar voice calls out again. My eyes slowly open, and I see Chris sitting next to me, pushing me to wake up. I immediately shoot my eyes wide open, sit up, and grab Chris in for a tight hug. I shudder slightly, and a chill runs down my back. "Huh...huh..." I wheeze out. My body's all sticky and sweaty from the cold sweat. I look outside the window, the suns not even up yet. As I'm taking deep breaths, I look around the room to grab my bearings. I glance over at the clock, 5:03. "You ok Dylan?" Chris whispers. I snap out of my trance and let go of him. "Yeah...I'm fine...why are you up so early?" "You were tossing around... And since you were hugging me, you kinda dragged me around in your arms..." "Oh...sorry..." I apologize and give him a kiss on the forehead. "It's ok...you were also mumbling too. You kept saying, 'Save him.' What does that mean?" I sigh, and lean again the wall and motion Chris to come over. He crawls over and hugs my side, draping his right leg and arm over me. I rest my hand on his head, gently stroking his soft hair and petting his head like a dog. "...I just had the weirdest dream..." "Want to talk about it?" Chris coos as he plays with my nipples. "Sure..." I quickly tell him about my dream, being careful not to miss any details. I told him about the fake-Chris, us running, and then the whole 'protect him' thing. After I finish, Chris goes deep into thought. "I don't get it..." Chris states, giving up. "Well...one thing's for sure, this dream means something...I never remember my dreams... but when I do, something around me always happens..." "What does it mean then?" Chris asks. "Hmm...Let's see..." I grow quiet for a moment, trying to piece together what my dream meant. Well, the last part's obvious, I have to protect Chris, but from what? And what was the chasing after him all about? "I really don't know Chris..." I said, giving up too. "I do know one thing though, I have to protect you from something, whatever that something is." "Hmm...well, I know that you'll do everything you can to shield me from harm. You promised me last night." He leans up and steals a kiss from me. "Mhm, now let's get some sleep...we have a big day ahead of us," I said as I mess up his messy hair even more. We slump back down, and I pull the blanket over us. Chris scoots his butt up to me again and lets out a big sigh. "Dylan...can you do me a favor?" "Of course my little snuggle bug, what is it?" I sigh. "Well first off, don't ever call me that in public," he giggles. "Why? I'll call my little snuggle bug whatever I want, or do you prefer my little munchkin?" I tease. "I'd prefer Sir-Awesome thank you very much." I giggle at his comment. "So Cutie-pie it is then." "Noo!" he exasperates, but fails to keep a straight face. We share another silent giggle. "So anyways, can you help me?" "Yeah, what is it?" He grabs my right hand and guides it in front of his raging hard on. "It won't go down..." "Naughty boy," I give his pecker a squeeze. "Sure...hold on, lemme go get your boxers." I dash down of his bed, lean out and grab his boxers, and bolt right back under the warm blanket. I spoon Chris again and he scoots his butt back up to me. I cover his penis with his boxers and start jacking him off. "Hmm...Oh!" he moans and pushes his butt closer to me. "The boxer's too sensitive?" I whisper into his ear. "Mhm..." he grunts "Want me to use my hands only?" "...No...I'll be fine..." he grimaces out. "Ok...Hmm...I feel like tormenting you for a little bit..." I whisper into his ear and then nibble the lobe. "Hmm..." Chris moans out. "Shh...wouldn't want to wake up your mom now do we?" I whisper again. "Here, this'll help." I cover his mouth with my left hand. "This'll give us some leeway." "Mmm-pmm..." he mumbles out. I'll take that as an okay. I stroke his penis painfully slow, enjoying every second of this moment. Chris starts pumping his hips and hand fucking me. "Ah, ah, ah...no fucking my hand..." I said in a low, husky voice. I scoot my knees up, causing Chris's knees to go up with them. Our final form is us molding into a ball. This way, Chris can't buck his hips and ejaculate too early. Chris moans through my palm and somehow is able to still pump his dick in my hands. I sigh, and remove my hands from his mouth and hug his stomach, tight. "Oh...let me cum Dylan..." he whispers. "But you look so sexy like this...I just want to make the moment last..." I reply in a low voice. I pick up the pace slightly, causing a very loud moan to escape from Chris's throat. "Shh!" I hiss at him. "Try to keep it down, jeeze..." "Mmm...uh...uh...uh..." he grunts. I guess he's had enough torment...I mean, I can't stand hurting him anyways...so might as well. My hand rubs down his shaft one last time slowly, and as soon as I reach the bottom, I furiously pump his piece of steel. "Oh fuck! Sss!" he hisses. "Hmm...oh fuck! Dylan! Uh...uh...uh...phmm! Gah!" I push my knees back down, and Chris kicks his legs straight, pelvic thrusts his hips forward, and enters cloud nine. "Oh god! Phmm! Hmm! Uh! Gah!" he force-whispers. I wipe his cock with the boxers and I feel the warm, gooey, warm cream in the underwear. I remove the cloth from Chris, to which he hisses again from the sensitivity, and I flip it inside out. I then hold it up to my face and give the cum filled area a lick. "Hmm...did I ever mention how tasty you are Chris?" I whisper. "Eww..." he giggles, "you're licking my boxers..." "You want some? Here, open your mouth." Chris obliges and opens his mouth. I shove as much of the cloth as I can down his mouth. He closes his mouth with a little bit of the black cloth sticking out and begins sucking on it a few times. After a few seconds, he spits the clothing out with it completely drenched in his spit and tosses it somewhere on the ground. "That was nasty..." He flips around and kisses me deeply, pushing some of the remaining cum into my mouth. "I seem to recall my boyfriend liking nasty," he coquets. "Hmm..." I smack my lips, savoring the cum he gave me, "You recalled correctly." I hug him tight and assault my tongue down his throat. After a few minutes of tongue action, I reluctantly let go of Chris so that he can flip around. As soon as he does though, I immediately wrap my arms around him again. He scoots his butt closer in again, and we sigh simultaneously. "Let's get some more sleep Chris..." I said as I stroke his hair. "Ok...good night again..." "Night...I guess," I said, unsure if this is the right time to use it. I give him a quick his on the cheek and lay back down behind him. I gently caress his butt and eventually glide towards his stomach. After a couple of gentle pats, I feel his rhythmic deep breathing, symbolizing his slumber. Feeling satisfied that he's fast asleep, I slowly drift into a dreamless sleep. I wake up again to the most wonderful feeling of my life. There's something really hot and wet surrounding my dick, and there's something really soft lashing all over the tip. A moan escapes from my mouth and I buck my hips forward. But a pair of something, I think they're hands, pushes my body back down and ventures up my stomach. They slowly move up and stop on my tight, protruding buds. I squint my eyes open and look down to see what's giving me this amazing feeling. I look up and see a mosh of blonde hair flinging everywhere and a pair of petite hands dancing around my chest. Chris's hands start probing and pinching my rosy nubs. "Hmm! Oh god...Chris!" I grimace. He ignores me and bobs his head faster, and squeezing my now hardened peaks. "Hmm! Chris!.. Gah! It's coming!" I hiss out as I push my butt down, trying to hold in the urge to let go of my load. But, Chris is stubborn and works his tongue like a master. He starts sucking harder and faster, lashing his tongue everywhere, and bobbing his head furiously. "Ah! I can't hold it any longer! Phmm! Gah! Oh god, Chris!" I ramp my dick deep into his mouth and spew my load deep down his throat. "Hmm!" I grunt as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake up the entire neighborhood. Chris stops sucking my dick and begins contracting his gag reflexes. He swallows everything up like it was nothing. Damn is he good at this now... hands off guys, he's my cute cocksucker! Chris polishes my dick once more, getting rid of his saliva and remaining gunk. He then pushes himself up and rests his head on my chest. I rest my hand in his hair, petting it affectionately. "Thanks for the wake up call Chris," I whisper. "Mhm," he sighs back. I continue to stroke his hair. "Did I ever mention how beautiful you are?" "Hmm..." he takes in a deep breath, "...I love you Dylan..." "...I love you too snuggle bug." I kiss him on the forehead. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't call me that," he pouts. "Correction, you agreed to it." "Whatever...just don't call me that, sheesh." "Aww, why Chris? I like it; it suits you," I pout. He looks up at me with his blue eyes. "Because...I feel embarrassed..." he pouts, bloating his cheeks with air. I lean forward and give him a peck on the lips; I can taste my cum mixed with his morning breath. Disgusting, yes; sexy-as-hell, Absolutely! "Tell you what, we'll come to an agreement. I'll only call you cute nicknames only when we're alone ok?" "...And we won't discuss this with anyone outside?" he adds. "And we won't discuss this with anyone outside," I repeat. "Deal?" I hold out my pinky. Chris interlocks my pinky with his. "Deal." I sigh with Chris copying close behind, and we sink down deeper into the bed. "Ready for today?" I ask as I pat his bubble butt. "I guess...I hope Matt says yes to Caleb..." "Yeah...he does seem pretty lonely doesn't he..." I sigh back. "Who? Matt or Caleb?" "Both," I said. We then giggle at the same time. "Anyways...things might get heated up at Caleb's house, so I want to set some ground rules between us. Is that ok?" "Sure." "Ok. first off...If Caleb asks if we're together, am I allowed to say yes?" I ask. "Um...I don't know..." He wrinkles his forehead a little and scratches his head. "...Ok, here's what we'll do. If he asks, we'll tell him. But he can't tell anyone else, is that ok?" "Sure, we'll just tell him our conditions if he asks. Ok next. Knowing that we're all horny teenagers, if they decide to get frisky and ask us to join them, are you ok with that?" "No," Chris bluntly states. "I don't want feel comfortable doing stuff with other people. Besides, I only want to naughty things with you...since you're my boyfriend and all," He gives me a quick squeeze. "Aww, that's sweet Chris..." I reward him with a kiss. "If you ever feel comfortable about it and want to try, just let me know ok?" "Do couples really do that? Do stuff with other couples?" "Some do I guess. I don't know, it seems interesting and...kinda erotic, don't you think?" "Yeah I guess..." Chris states, looking at it through my perspective, "but let's hold off having sex with other people for a while kay?" "Sure...now then, this next one applies to you Chris. If, for some reason, Matt refuses Caleb's offer, I'll probably have to go comfort Caleb. Which means, I'll have to hug him and tell him that everything will be ok. Try not to get jealous ok? If you have to, leave the room or something. Is that fair?" "Yeah, that's fine...I mean, giving you up to a friend in need for a few hours is nothing compared to the lifetime memories I'll share with you." "Thanks Chris..." We share another embrace with our lips. "Oh yeah, we'll have to spy on them and hear the answer for ourselves. I know it sounds bad and evil, but it's only way to get the honest answer and act accordingly to it." "Ok, but what if they start getting...you know...frisky?..." Chris asks. I smile devilishly at him. "Well...if that happens, I guess we'll have no choice but to peek right? I mean, what if Caleb breaks our promise and tells Matt our little secret?" I point down at my crotch and give Chris a wink. Chris catches on quickly. "Oh yeah huh...then I guess we have no choice." We both giggle uncontrollably at my innuendo. I mean, come on, weren't we all curious about other guy's sizes down there before? Plus, it does sound exciting watching two other people in real life get off on each other. Of course, we'll leave when things get too personal. I stop giggling and glance over at the time. "Shit Chris, you woke me up this late at 10:00?" "Well...I woke up 9:30, and I saw your raging hard on. It was dying for some attention, so naturally, I helped it," he grins at me. I sigh and shake my head. "Well then...no time to waste." I slowly get up, but then, a sudden memory snaps through my head. "Chris, are you still hard?" He slowly pulls off his side of the blanket. "Umm, yeah. Why?" "Wait right here for a second." I get off the bed and dash to his desk with my now soft dick flopping around. I rummage through his stuff and in his drawers, looking for the item that I needed. "Aha!" I said as I pull it out. I turn around and hide it behind my back so that Chris couldn't see anything. "What do you have there?" he asks. I walk up to the bed, sit down next to Chris, and pull of the covers, exposing his delicious dick. I hold out the ruler that was behind my back. "After all this time together, we still don't know how hung you are." "Huh, you're right..." he says while thinking back to our time spent together. "Anyways, lets find out just exactly how hung my boyfriend is." I reach down and pull his boner straight up. Placing the ruler next to the base his shaft, I line it up with dick and measure it as best as I can. "Hmm...it looks like it's at 6 and a half. Wow that's huge..." "But it's not as big as yours..." he sulks. "Hey..." I wrap my arm around his shoulder. "Remember what I said about it growing?" He looks up. "But what if it doesn't grow?" "Psh, it'll grow, trust me. And besides, what do you think is better, an above average penis that's being used constantly or a monster sized one that's never going to be used?" "...The first one..." he responds, blushing. "There you have it. And besides, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Not only is it bigger than most people's, it's also thicker than usual." I then lean forward and whisper into his ear. "I love it when I choke on it. Can't wait to have it up my ass." "Eww, you nasty boy," Chris grimaces. I laugh at his reaction and he hugs me. "Thanks Dylan, for loving me for who I am..." "Sure thing snuggle bug, sure thing..." Chris lets go. "Hey..." "What? There's no one here. I get to call you all the nicknames I want," I grin at him. He roles his eyes and jumps out of bed and briskly paces to the bathroom to relieve himself. I sigh and reflect on my time with him. Even though it's only been about a week, even a blind man can see just how much Chris has changed. After four years of loneliness and turmoil, in a matter of nine days, Chris has become my lover, boyfriend, and source of happiness. I know I'm probably too young to say this, but he's the love of my life. Just seeing him makes my heart jump a little with happiness. Every morning whenever I walk with him to class, my day immediately brightens up, no matter how foggy or cloudy the sky seems. I can see us in a couple of years from now as a happy couple living together in a small house. Nothing too big, probably a small house by the beach or something. Of course, we'd have to graduate from college first and be stable income-wise. What about kids? Yeah...I'd want some children to call my own. A son-no, two, three years apart. Yeah...that way, when they go to college, it won't make a huge dent in our budget, and that age apart is perfect for the two to get along yet have different friends. Yep, that'd be perfect...Even though you might not know it, thank you Chris...for changing me into who I am today... Not many people know about this, not even my friends, but before I met Chris, I was the depressed, fake-smiling kind of guy. I don't need to mention my whole sob story again, but I had to hide all that pain. The only way was to force a smile, even if it's a pseudo-happiness. No one can tell, I've managed to put on the face so well, I even fooled myself at times. But, Chris's presence alone has obliterated that part of my life. Good riddance, I like my new, happier self. I actually have something to care for! "Dylan! Can you come over here?!" I hear Chris shout from the bathroom. I snap out of my daydreaming and walk towards the door. I peer out to make sure his mom isn't lurching around. Sensing nothing but air between me and my destination, I quickly make a dash for the bathroom door. Upon entering, I close the door and lock it. "There you are Dylan. Get in," Chris calls from the shower curtains. I happily oblige to his wishes and step inside, enjoying the hot water splashing against my face. "You need to get cleaned up all that sweat and musk from earlier mister," he scolds as he wags his finger. "Yes mother, now hand me the shampoo. We'll have to make it quick; I want to be at Caleb's house by 11:30," I mock. "Ok...but I get to wash your firm...sexy...soft...body," he flirts with a low, husky voice as he invades my front area with his hands. "Hmm..." I moan from it delicate touch. "Fine...but no funny business. Like I said, we have to hurry." I push his hands away, to which he protests and bloats his face a little, and grab the shampoo bottle. I squirt a healthy amount and begin scrubbing my hair quickly and cursorily. Meanwhile, Chris spreads the body-wash glob around his palms and rubs it around my body. As much as I longed for his hands to intrude my body, we just didn't have the time. As soon as I finish shampooing my hair, I reapply the same amount in my hands and quickly scrub Chris's hair. "Hold still...jeeze," I mumble as I struggle to wash his hair. "Sorry, but I have to get your legs you know," he shoots back at me. I sigh and try to finish up as quickly as possible. "There, now turn around so I can get your back," he says. I flip a 180 and Chris hastily rubs my back a few times. "Ok, now rinse off while I start cleaning myself," he announces. I place myself under the water and rinse off all the soapy suds. Feeling tens times more refreshed, I step out of the water and grab the body wash bottle. I squirt out a tiny bit and rub Chris's back clean. "...I love you...you know that?" I croak out in a low soft voice. Chris momentarily stops cleaning his body and leans back. "Mhm...I love you too..." I pat his shoulders and guide him under the water. He quickly rinses off the suds and shuts off the water. We pat ourselves dry and walk over to the sinks. While he's brushing his teeth, I plug in the hairdryer and aim it as his golden locks. After we finish are respective duties, we switch roles. Finishing up, we head back into his room. I pull out boxers, shorts, and a T-shirt; Chris mimics my fashion sense. After putting on my clothes, I shake my head side-to-side to give my hair a more natural look. Feeling satisfied, I catch Chris by surprise by swooping him off his feet. "Hey there beautiful." "Hey yourself," he grins back. I reposition my hands to get a better grip and head out to the first floor. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I see Betty in the kitchen, making breakfast. I set Chris down on one of the seats and plop my butt to the stool next to him. "Hey boys, I hope you're hungry; I made a hearty breakfast to start the day," Betty annunciates as she places three plates in front of us. "Thanks mom, it looks great." "Yeah Betty, thanks. I was just about to make breakfast." "Nonsense! What kind of host would I be if I couldn't even make breakfast?" she exclaims. "Now eat up, don't you have to be somewhere today?" "You're right! Thanks for the food!" I said and begin to chow down on the plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and ham. "Hmm, it's delicious Mom," Chris stutters with a full mouth. "Manners Chris..." Betty sighs and shakes her head. I giggle at the two and quickly finish my share of the food. "All done!" Chris blurts out and scoots of his seat. He brings his plates to the sink and skips back up the stairs. "Hurry up Dylan, or else we'll be late!" I roll my eyes and see Betty doing the same. We snicker quietly so Chris couldn't hear us, and I quickly gobble down the last few bites. "Alright Chris, I'll meet you up in your room." He quickly dashes off, and I bring the plates into the sink. I turn on the faucet, but Betty rushes up and turns it off. "You run along; I'll do the dishes." I snap my fingers. "And I was so close," I said smiling. "Why can't people have manners like you..." Betty sighs, "Now run along, I think I hear him calling you." We exchange another giggle and I hop up the flights of stairs. As soon as I enter Chris's room, he instantly attacks me with a hug. "I missed you..." "It's only been two minutes!" I exclaim dramatically. He lets go of my poor ribs. "Hey! A lot can happen in two minutes!" I role my eyes and carry him off the floor. I walk towards the bed and granny-toss him onto it. After his tiny hops are done, I plop my body over his. "Mmm pmm hmm!" he muffles out. I lift myself up. "What?" "I said, I can't breathe," he repeats while panting a little. "Oh, I thought something bad happened," I grin at him. He punches me in the arm. "Jerk." He then starts laughing. And as we all know, the sound of laughter is contagious. We finish our laughing and settle down with a sigh. "So Chris, you ready?" "Yeah, let's go. I'm kinda curious what Caleb's house looks like." "Sure you aren't curious about something else? Something rather...personal?" I tease at him while poking his ribs. "Hey, stop it!" He pushes my hands away. "And maybe...maybe not," he sings. I shake my head, grab my two essentials, and head out of his room. Chris follows close behind me and we race down the stairs. Once at the bottom, we make a right and slide on our socks down the hallway. (Hey, I'm still young, don't judge!) We put on our shoes, I grab my eyes, and we rush out the door. "Bye mom! See you later tonight!" Chris shouts down the hallway. "Have fun you two. I might go shopping, so don't freak out if you see me when you get back!" Betty returns. "Kay!" Chris shouts back and shuts the door behind him. We then walk to my car, get in, and head on out towards Caleb's safe haven. I pull up my car next to Caleb's garage and turn off the engine. We unbuckle our seatbelts and exit the car. "So...this is Caleb's house?" Chris asks as I ring the doorbell. "Yeah, basically," I reply normally. The door opens and an older man greets me. "Oh hey there Dylan! Long time no see!" He grabs me in for a hug. "Oof! It's nice to see you too Mr. Young," I squeeze out with the last of my breath. "Oh? And who do we have here?" He lets go of me and peers towards Chris's attention. "I'm Chris, one of Caleb's friend," Chris replies nonchalantly. "Well come here you! Looks like you could use a hug!" Mr. Young bear hugs him. Chris holds out his hand and wheezes, "...Save...me." I laugh at him and hear a woman's voice calling from inside. "Honey! Who is it? And stop crushing them and come help me! This salad isn't going to make itself you know!" "Excuse me boys," Mr. Young whispers, "the she-devils wants my bounty." We all giggle at his sense of humor before he starts heading back to the kitchen. "Coming darling!" Chris and I remove our shoes and head towards where all the commotion is. "Well, who do we have here?" Mrs. Young replies as she's tossing the salad. I step aside and do some gestures with my hands. "Lady and Gentleman, allow me to introduce to you the smart, the wise...the amazing Chris! He may not seem like much, but in one year's time, he will be your son's next tutor." Chris looks at me, then slightly back away, blushing at my announcement. Mrs. Young sets down their utensil and walk towards us. "You must be very special for Dylan to take you under his wing. He must see something in you." "Thank you..." Chris timidly chokes out. "Anyways," Mrs. Young says as she walks back to attend her salad, "Caleb's in his room. I hope you guys don't mind, but my husband and I need to attend a baby shower today." "So that's what the foods for..." A lightbulb clicks in my head. "Dylan, can you tell me if the salad's right?" I walk up to the bowl and pilfer a piece of spinach. "Hmm...Italian dressing with vinegar right?" "As expected from Dylan, never missing a single detail," Mr. Young says as he's cutting up some carrots. "It's fine, although I prefer a little bit of salt and pepper in it," I offer. Mrs. Young snaps her fingers. "That's what I forgot! Thank you Dylan." "Sure, no problem. Now if you'll excuse us, we have a boy to make fun of.." I walk back to where Chris is and lead him to Caleb's room. "Try not to be too rough on him!" Mr. Young shouts; I wave my hand, signaling that I know. Chris and I head down the hallway and make a sharp left at the last door. I press a finger at my lips, telling Chris to be at quiet as a mouse. He nods and I hold on three fingers, two, and finally, one. I slam the door open and I pounce on the bed where Caleb is. "How dare you Caleb!" I shout as I grab him in for a noogie. "Ow! What? I didn't do anything!" he shouts back and tries to get away from me. I let go him and laugh uncontrollably with Chris snickering in the background. "Jeeze...I thought I was in trouble again..." Caleb mutters as he rubs his head. "You're not in trouble...yet." I wag my finger at him. "I hope not...I already have enough on my plate as it is..." Caleb mumbles while playing with his hands. I pat the space next to me and motion Chris to come over. Once Chris sits down beside me, I try to lift Caleb's spirits up. "Don't worry Caleb. Everything will be fine." "Yeah Caleb, quit being such a worry-wort," Chris adds. "I hope so..." Caleb sulks. After a few minutes of silence among us, Caleb asks, "Dylan? I need to know...are you and Chris, you know... together?" I look at Chris, and he gives me a nod. I sigh and begin, "The answer is yes Caleb, as of the first weekend of school, we've been together." "Oh, ok...I'm happy for you...really, I am," he says back while holding back sniffles. "Come here you," I said as I pull him in for a hug. As I'm rubbing his shoulders, I give him some words of encouragement, "Don't worry, everything'll be fine. And if not, I can always look for someone else for you." "Like who?..." "Well...I hear Brandy's still single," I joke at him. He gives it a thought, but then shudders. "Umm, how's about no." The three of us laugh at Caleb's bluntness. "Anyways. Caleb, I need to you promise me something," I ask of him. "Sure, what is it.?" "The only reason why I was able to tell you this is because Chris and I had a long talk about it before." "Ok, so what?" he butts in. "So...I need you to keep it a secret, especially from Brandy, 'cause you know what'll happen if she finds out." "Sure, I can respect that. I mean, I wouldn't want my secrets to be shown to the entire world." "Thanks, it means a lot to Chris and me." "No problem...now lets just hope that Matt can be mine..." Caleb sulks again. "What is it with you and sulking..." Chris asks. "Sheesh, you're worse than me before I met Dylan..." "In any case, no use in being so down about it. Let's drown ourselves in mindless video games until Matt gets here," I suggest to take everyone's mind off this dilemma. "What game do you want lose at Caleb?" Caleb's spirits rise again and he spats back, "If anyone's losing, it's gonna your ass Dylan!" He gets off his bed and turns on his T.V. and PS3. He throws me a controller plops back down on his bed next to me. "Ready do die in Black Ops?" "We'll see about that once you see my killing spree," I said. Chris lean into my ear and whispers, "I hope you win." He then quickly climbs in between my legs and within my arms. "Thanks Chris," I whisper back into his after he gets settled in. "Caleb! Matt's here!" Mrs. Young shouts from the kitchen. "Ok! Tell him to come to my room!" Caleb yells back. A few moments later, Matt appears through the door. "Hey Cale-oh...hey there Dylan, Chris." "Hi Matt!" Chris gleefully shouts who's still snuggled in me. "Hey," I grunt towards Matt's direction and reglue my eyes back onto the screen and continue whooping Caleb's ass at my own game. "Ahh! Why can't I win against him!" Caleb shouts as he falls down on his bed. "Because I'm the master at this game," I rub in his face. "Whatever...Chris, you wanna go against me?" Caleb suggests. "Oh sure...pick on the easy kids," I tease. "Shut up, I only wanted to give him a turn," Caleb shoots back defensively. "Sure, I'll have a go," Chris pipes up. I shrug my shoulders and hand him the controller. "Now what do I do?..." I quickly show him the basic controls and then head out to use the bathroom. "Tell me who wins," I said on my way out the door. I rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. On my way out, Mrs. Young stops me. "Dylan! Can you help me with something?" "Sure, what is it?" "I need someone to wrap that present on the dining table. I'd do it myself, but my idiot of a husband disappeared on me and I have to attend to the carrot cake." "Sure, I'll be done in a few minutes." I said as I walk towards the table. I cut out a big square-shaped piece and lay it on the ground. Placing the box on top, I quickly wrap the wrapping paper around it and set the tape down. "There, all done." "Thank you Dylan. At least someone's helping me...Unlike someone!" She shouts the last part louder. She sighs and just then, Mr. Young pops out from the garage. "Aha, I found it honey!" he says as he holds a big tray in the air. "Good, now hurry up. We need to get everything up and going. I don't want to be late now!" As Mr. Young is hastily shoving everything onto the tray, I sneak out of the way and back into Caleb's room. Just as I enter, I hear another groan. "Ah jeeze! How could I lose to again!" "That was fun," Chris says with a cute smile. He turns around and sees me. "Dylan!" he calls and runs up to me with a hug. "I won against Mr. Bigshot over there." "Oh did you now. I guess that's Team Dylan two, Caleb zero..." I harass at Caleb. "Oh shut it..." Caleb stubbornly yells. "Here Matt." Caleb tosses the controller to him and hops off the bed. "We'll do teams. Me and Matt against those two." "Are you sure it's wise to put the two people who tanned your ass on the same team?" I remind him again while snickering. "Haha very funny. We'll see who's laughing in the end." Caleb pulls out two more controllers and tosses them in my direction. "Ok...don't say I didn't warn you," I said. I then lean into Chris's ear and whisper, "Gain up on Caleb, that's how we'll win." "Ok," he whispers back. We all sit down and wait for the match to start. "Any last words before you die?" Caleb challenges. "Yeah!" Another voice enters from outside the room. "Caleb, we're leaving now. Try not to be too much of a hassel for poor Dylan." "Ah jeeze Mom! Do you have to say it in front of him?" Caleb yells through the door. "Of course honey. It's my job to embarrass you." "Ok, have fun at the baby shower!" "Bye guys," Mrs. Young says one last time before disappearing down the hallway. "Oh my god Matt! How could you miss that?" Caleb screams while furiously punching his controller's buttons. "Hey! Don't blame it on me! You're the one who can't aim for shit!" Matt calls back. "Wait! Dylan's right there! Shoot! No!" Caleb shouts as my character sneaks up and headshot him. "Well...looks like we win again," I said. "Rematch!" Caleb yells. "Nu-uh, after five wins in a row, no thank you. I'm thirsty, you guys want anything?" I ask. "Soda please," Matt says. "Anything's fine..." Caleb mutters, folding his hands and acting stubborn. "Alright. Chris, come help me?" "Sure!" he hops off the bed. I turn around and give Caleb a wink. As soon as Chris walks out the door, I close it with just a tiny crack to see in and drag Chris back. "Shh," I hiss at him. "Oh...ok," he whispers back, realizing what's happening. He then gets below me and peeks into the crack. "Wanna get another match in before they get back Caleb?" Matt asks innocently. "Umm...actually..." Caleb nervously starts, "...Matt, can we talk?" Matt puts down his controller and faces Caleb. "Sure, what's on your mind?" Caleb looks down and fidgets his fingers. "Umm...ok...how do I put this..." "You seem nervous; the first that comes to mind, is it a girl problem?" Matt teases. "No, it's not that...not exactly anyways..." Caleb whispers. "What do you mean?" Caleb sighs really loudly and presses his palms down at his sides. "Matt...I think I love you." "Wha-" "Wait!" Caleb intervenes, "Let me finish...I love you...Well, I sorta fell in love between you and Dylan. I told him my feelings last week, but he declined my offer because of...certain events happening..." "...So now your asking me out, is that it?" Matt asks. Caleb nods silently. "So...will you give me a chance? I know I'm not the ideal person, but..." he trails off, unable to finish his sentences. He looks up in Matt's direction. A long, dreadful silence enfolds within the room. Chris, Caleb, and I are all holding our breathes, as if puffing our cheeks would make Matt accept the offer. Caleb looks down and sniffles a little, trying to hold back the tears. Finally, after some deep thoughts, Matt comes out of his thinking mode and speaks. "Caleb...I really don't know how to answer this nicely." "...You're also saying no, aren't you?" Caleb says out desperately, with tears flowing down his cheeks at this point. "No...it's not that...What I mean to say is, How am I suppose to say I'm willing to try?" Matt says to correct himself. Caleb's face twists into an amalgam of emotions. "What?" he chokes out. "I'm willing to give you to chance. I mean, it's not like I'm going to be getting a girl anytime soon, and I'm not that picky. Call me desperate, but...I don't know, never hurt until you try, right? I just didn't know to reply correctly. Would a yes be ok for something like this?" As soon as Matt finishes his little speech, Caleb pounces on him and hugs him tight. "Oh thank you thank you thank you Matt! You don't know how much this means to me! I promise to never let you down! I'll... I'll..." Matt puts a finger on Caleb's lips. "Shh, I'm not an expert at this, but I think we'll have time to talk about everything later. And now that I think of it, what ever happened to Dylan and Chris?" Chris and I exchange looks outside of Caleb's room. We giggle a little and silently back up a bit for safety measures. We peep back into the crack. "Who cares? All I care about is the fact that I have Matt as my boyfriend!" Caleb shouts and hugs Matt again. "Jeeze, not so loud will you. I'm not exactly ready to scream this out to the whole world yet." "Sorry," Caleb giggles and wipes his tears away. "I'm just so happy. I thought that this dream would never come true." Caleb sighs again, but then giggles uncontrollably again. "Wow...so this is what it feels like to feel happy...I like this feeling. Thank you Matt..." "I didn't even do anything, but sure," Matt replies and pats Caleb's back. The two chortle a little more and Caleb leans forward and kisses Matt on the lips. The two realize what just happened and Caleb immediately backs up, blushing profoundly. "...Sorry... it was purely based on instinct..." "...I kinda liked it...Can we do it again?" Matt replies in a lower voice than usual Ok! This is the time when we should leave. I tap Chris by the shoulders and try to drag him away from the scene. But, he's too engrossed by the scene and just shrugs my hands away and continue staring at through the crack. "Come on Chris, they need their privacy," I whisper at him. No reaction from Chris. Curious, I peer back into the crack. The scene surprised even me; I can see why Chris is so enthralled by this. Caleb is on top of Matt, passionately making out with each other. If that wasn't enough, the two managed to somehow remove their shirts between the time of me not looking. How the fuck?! Wait! There's more! Their hands, oh my god, their hands... roaming everywhere, not forgetting to squeeze or touch a single body part. "Hmm...Matt, you're a good kisser, you know that?" Caleb moans. "Am I?" Matt asks. "I guess. I really don't know what classifies as a good kisser," Caleb replies with a grin. "So how do you know then?" Matt asks again. "I don't know, I just do. Now let's remove your pants and have some fun," Caleb announces. "Wait, what?" Matt asks rather embarrassed at Caleb's choice of words. Caleb ignores Matt's question and shrugs off his pants and boxers in one go. Throwing them to the side, he looks back at Matt. "Why aren't you getting naked Matt?" "Don't you think you're moving a bit too fast there?" Matt responds while backing away slightly from Caleb's grubby hands. Caleb leans forward and gives Matt a passionate kiss on the lips again. "That's right Matt, you're still a virgin," Caleb trifles with Matt. "Your first time's going to be special then," he says in a husky voice. "Caleb...I think we should slow down..." Matt barely manages to squeeze out of his breath. Caleb slowly backs away and starts unbuttoning Matt's jeans. He then forcibly tugs at his boxers and jeans down since Matt's in too much of a shock to do anything. Removing Matt's pants, Caleb tosses them to the growing pile of clothes. All I see now are two fully naked guys on one bed. Part of me wanted to leave, telling me that it's wrong to be peeking. But the other half is really curious about the two's package down below, and what they're planning. "Wow Matt...you dick...it's so beautiful..." Caleb utters in his low voice as he gives it a couple of strokes. "Hmm...how do you know what to do?" Matt groans from the touch. Caleb leans forward and kisses Matt and flirts, "If you let me do some naughty things, I'll tell you afterwards." "...Ah...stroke faster Caleb..." Matt grimaces out. "I'll take that as a yes then," Caleb declares. He stops stroking Matt's dick and scoots aside to get something out of his drawer. Matt opens his eyes and looks a bit sad from the deprivation of attention. While he's away, Chris and I get a full view of Matt's nude body. Nothing to be ashamed of. He's slender, but has no muscles. But that's not the important details now is it? We're all interested in his package, which is sporting at about 6 inches fully boned thanks to Caleb's hands. "Caleb, whatever happened to Chris and Dylan?" Caleb pulls out a little bottle of clear liquid and flicks the cap open. "I don't know. But let's take advantage of their absence to have some fun." "But what if they catch us in the act?" Matt ponders the possibilities. '"Oh quit being such a worry-wort. I'm sure they won't be back for some time. Now spread your legs so I can lube up your beautiful penis." Matt shuts up and listens to what Caleb tells him to do. While Caleb's giving his new boyfriend the loving attention, Matt goes back to moaning from the sensitive touch. "There," Caleb announces. "Now how do you want do this? Pick one, two, or three." "...Three..." Matt groans from the blue balls he's been getting. "Ohh, you picked a fun one then. Just stay where you are and let me do all the work. You'll love it, trust me." Caleb states as he stands up, turns around, and squats in front of Matt. He then positions Matt's dick against his butthole and slowly inserts it in. "Oh fuck!" I whisper rather loudly, but was thankfully covered by Matt's extremely noisy moans. "They're actually fucking!" I said in a softer voice. I look at Chris, still no reaction; he's just staring at the porn scene of Matt and Caleb. "Ohh...Matt, you're dick is so thick! I'm going to enjoy you fucking me hard in the future," I hear Caleb moan out. I quickly look back through the crack. Holy shit were they at it. Caleb's riding Matt like a pro and taking it all in like a bitch in heat. His ball sacks are jiggling and bouncing from his rapid motions, and making that loose skin hitting against loose skin sound: fap, fap, fap. But the hottest part is actually seeing Caleb's ass being able to constantly slide Matt's thick cock in and out with ease. Caleb moves his body slightly out of the way and I catch a glimpse of Matt's face, pure ecstasy. My dick by now is straining and waiting to come out of my pants. "Oh fuck Caleb! This feels amazing! Oh!" Matt hisses. "Hmm, Matt...grab my cock..." Caleb groans. Matt wraps his fingers around Caleb's 5.5 inch piece of meat and Caleb kills two birds with one stone by hand fucking Matt's hand and giving Matt ultimate pleasure. "Oh god! Caleb! I'm...I'm not gonna last long!" Matt screams. Caleb's bouncing becomes faster and more rigid. How the hell is he able to do that so well?! Then, out of nowhere, Matt screams in pleasure and his legs start spazzing and having a seizure. "Oh! Oh my god Caleb! Gah!" Matt cries. Caleb doesn't stop though; he just continues to ride Matt's cock like it was nothing. Matt then stops shaking his body so violently. I guess his orgasm's already done. However, Caleb's still riding the dick, wanting every moment to last. Caleb eventually stops as Matt's penis goes soft and slips out of Caleb's ass. "Oh god...that was...amazing...Caleb..." Matt gasps in betweens pants. Caleb turns around and kisses Matt's lips. When he does, I get a full view of his cum-filled pucker. It looked disgusting, yet somehow delicious. I wanted to just walk in and lick it all up...But my conscience tells me otherwise. I look down at Chris, who's eyes are still completely glued on the two. "Told you it was going to be amazing. Now I need to you help me with something," Caleb snickers out. "...Sure...what is it?" "My cock's still hard," Caleb giggles. "Oh sure...give me a minute..." Ok, I've had enough. My cock needs some relief, and I need to get Chris out of here before he dies in that position. Being as silent as possible, I tap him on the shoulder. Finally, a jolt goes through his body and looks up. I put a finger on my lips and shush quietly. He nods slowly, getting my memo. I sweep him off the floor, noticing the big tent in his shorts, and quickly dash off to the restroom on the other side. Once at the bathroom, I set him down, lock the door, and then pounce on Chris. The first thing I do is plant a big, fat kiss on his lips and start removing his pants. Hey! I have no time to waste; I have a straining cock to attend to. I leave his lips for just a few seconds to rip off his and my shirt off before going back to making out with him. Chris's hands eventually vagabonds their way to my shorts. In one motion, he pulls down both my boxers and shorts down; I do the same and remove his last piece of clothing. Without breaking our kiss, I step forward, him backwards, to untangle ourselves from our clothes. We finally break from our kiss and I immediately dive down and take in cock in my hands. I engulf it in one go with my mouth and then squeeze both his butt cheeks to support him from falling over. "Hmm! Oh suck me Dylan! Oh god yes! Uh!" He starts fucking my face furiously. I know for a fact that he isn't going to last long. I mean come on! He just saw the hottest sex scene, live! Sure enough, after a few more thrusts he starts whimpering. "Phmm! Oh! Dylan! Uh...I don't know if I can last much longer!...Gah!" He pulls on my hair and rams his dick deep down my throat and I feel his gooey pistol out into the back of my mouth. God I needed that....I just relax my throat muscles and swallow everything down, leaving no traces of evidence on my lips. Chris's body goes limp, but my hands caressing his curves prevent him from falling over. His body shudders once more and that little bit oozes out. I hungrily lick it up, which causes Chris to shudder again from my tongue's actions. Feeling that he can stand on his own, I let go of him and stand back up. His energy miraculously revives and dives down to give my cock it's needed attention. "Hmm...oh god Chris...I needed this..." I moan as he works my dick with his tongue. He mimics what I did and cups my bubble butt to support me. Much like Chris, I knew that I couldn't last long, and Chris probably knows it too as he sucks on my shaft harder and faster. I grab hold of his hair and fuck his face. He removes his hands from me and just kneels there like a dog, taking it like a bitch. "Nmm! Gah! Oh fuck yes! Fuck!...Chris! Why is your mouth so damn hot!... Ah... Ah! AH! I'm cumming Chris!" I wham my dick deep into his throat and let loose my load for his waiting mouth. Like a natural cock sucker, Chris doesn't spill a drop and sucks everything up like a vampire. Once I empty my balls, I let go of him, stumble backwards, and slide down the wall, panting like a dog. Chris crawls over to where I am and cuddles next to me. He leans up and gives me a kiss. "We just made our first puppy love Chris," I whisper at him. "...Shallow, but intense?" he confirms. "Yep...hope you don't mind," I said as I wrap an arm around him. "Nah, I know you love me anyways..." We stay silent for a few minutes before Chris asks something again. "Dylan, is what Caleb did fucking?" "...Yep, that's basically it," I reply like it was nothing. "Huh, is that it? Doesn't seem so bad..." Chris states. "Well...Caleb's sort of a special case. He's had...what would you call it...practice.," I said, trying to find the right words. "Oh...so the first time is hard?" "Kind of. You'll know what I mean when we decide to do it," I said. "Ok...Dylan, I love you..." I squeeze him closer into me. "Love you too." After another moment silence and enjoying each other's presence, Caleb breaks the silence. "Dylan..." "Yes snuggle bug?" I ask. He gives me a stern look, but then fails by giggling. "I feel happy for Caleb," he speaks softly. "Me too buddy, me too..." I whisper back, as if speaking too loud would make the building collapse. I wanted to stay there just a bit longer, but the tiles were making my butt cold...and plus, the two of us our naked in a tiny ass bathroom. I stand up and give Chris a hand. I bend over and pick up his clothes to hand to him before I bend down again to grab mine. After hastily reclothing ourselves, I motion Chris over to the sink. I turn it on and we splash some water on our faces to subdue the glowing look we're having. Feeling much better about our current conditions, we head out the bathroom and back to Caleb's room. Surely they must have finished by now... Along the way though, we make a quick detour to the kitchen and pull out four sodas due to my quick thinking. Sure it's sketchy, but at least I fulfilled their requests and that also means I have an alibi. I hand two to Chris and walk down the hallway. Just as I'm walking up to the room though, I hear Matt and Caleb laughing about something. "Oh yeah, and Bryan's dick is the skinniest," I hear Caleb say as Matt bust up laughing. Hmm, they must be having a great time. "Oh! And don't tell anyone this, but Chris and Dylan are an item now." Chris and I stop dead in our tracks upon hearing those words. I toss Chris the two sodas in my hands and barge into the room. I grab Caleb and give him the worst noogle ever recorded down in history. "Rawr! Why don't you tell the whole world while your at it!" I grumble as I rub his hair. "Hey! Ouch! Knock it off Dylan! I'm sorry!" he says laughing. I glance over at Matt, and he looks completely shocked at my entrance. He notices that he's still naked and quickly covers himself up with the blanket that came off when I grabbed Caleb. Realizing that he's naked, I cautiously glance down at Caleb. Yep, he's naked too... Chris walks in and his eyes grow big. He attempts to look away by setting down the soda on the desk. An evil thought goes through my mind again. Kill two birds with one stone as they say. I grab hold Caleb's thighs and call out, "Hey Chris, wanna see something really sad?" "Yeah? What is-" he replies as he turns around. "Surprise! Caleb's tiny dick!" I yell as I flash him Caleb's naked body. Chris's eyes grow big and just stare at the shriveled up fleshy tube. "Hey! Why would you do that Dylan!" Caleb protests as he tries to free himself. "It's what you get for blurting my secret out and breaking your promise," I aggressively said back at him. "Fine, I'm sorry...now can you please let me go? I have a boyfriend to cuddle with..." I guess he's suffered enough punishment, but then again...In a flash, I let go of Caleb, but swipe my hand over his balls and give it a few tight squeezes. "Ow! Hey!" Caleb yelps as he retracts his body away from me. I laugh and look over to Matt's direction. "Looking good as always Matt," I acknowledge. He just blushes and scrunches into a little ball. I then get up and walk over to Chris, who's still in a trance. "Hello...Earth to Chris..." I wave my hands around him. "It's...it's so small..." Chris states and then giggles. "Ah jeeze...it's only like that when it's soft. Just wait until it gets big; then you'll jaws will drop," Caleb stubbornly states. Chris and I look at each other, then laugh uncontrollably. "What's so funny?" Caleb asks, not understanding what Chris and I did. "Oh nothing Caleb...what you don't know won't hurt you," I tease, "But I have to say, Matt, you've got there one thick pecker." Matt's face blushes into a deep crimson color and he scrunches into the tiniest ball he could possibly make. "So you were spying on us!" Caleb realizes and also blushes slightly. Chris and I fall onto the bed and laugh uncontrollably. "My...my rib!...They hurt!" Chris wheezes out and goes back to laughing. "Oh my god!...Me...me too!" I manage to say. "I feel violated...." Matt says at his tugs at his hair. Chris and I manage to control our laughing somewhat and sigh, with the occasional giggles popping up. "Don't feel bad Matt," I said to boost his spirits up. "If it makes you feel better, I didn't lose my virginity until school started this year." "It's not that...but the fact that there was an audience...Oh my god! You heard everything!" he shouts in despair. "Now the whole school will know!" I place both my hands on his shoulder. "Matt, deep breaths...no one's going to spread this. Come on, we're better than that. I mean, after the incident with Brandy, name one time when we haven't gotten each others' backs." Matt takes in a few deep breaths and then calms down. "...You're right...but you will keep it a secret right?" "Of course we will!" Chris pipes in cheerfully. "In fact, I don't even remember what you said earlier." "What did he say earlier?" Caleb emphasizes. "What?" I said. "Huh?" Matt question. "Exactly," I reply. "...What just happened?" Caleb asks. "Don't question, just go with it," I said. "Ok..." he didn't look too convinced. "Anyways...what do to now?" "...Dylan?" Matt peeps, "So you and Chris...are you guys together?" I look over at Chris; he gives me a nod. I sigh, "Well, thanks to Mr. Bigmouth over there." "Hey! I said I was sorry!" Caleb protests. I ignore him and continue, "Well yeah...Chris and I are together." "Oh, well you picked someone cute, that's for sure," Matt compliments. "Aww, thanks Matt, it really means a lot to me, especially when it's now proof that I'm officially cuter than Caleb," Chris says. "How's that proof?" Caleb argues. "Your freakin boyfriend said so! Duh! What more proof do you need?" Chris rebuttals. "What ever...Matt's still mine." "You can keep him," Chris sticks a tongue at Caleb, "I got a much better boyfriend." Matt and I shake our heads and role our eyes. "Anyways...Dylan, I know this is a lot to ask, but..." Matt starts while fidgetting his fingers, "...Can you make out with someone? I want to see what it looks like from a third person point-of-view." "Oh! Oh! Me! Me! Oh pick me!" Caleb pipes as he gets in my face. Feeling irritated, Chris pushes Caleb away and hugs me tight. "Back off horny boy. He's mine." "Fine! Don't share!" Caleb pouts. I reach down and give Chris a kiss on the forehead. "Thanks Chris. Now about that request..." I give him my puppy eyes. "...Oh ok fine! But only making out, I don't think I can take another round anytime soon." "Thanks Chris!" I give him a hug. "Yeah...thanks Chris," Matt says. He then elbows Caleb. "Huh? Oh yeah...thanks," he grumbles, still not too happy. "Ok...rules," Chris announces to the new couple. "You two...no touchy and no groping. And certainly no whistling and howling. Caleb." "Aww...where's the fun in this then?" Caleb whines. Matt backhands Caleb's head. "Ow! Who's side are you on?" "The 'wanting-to-see-how-they-make-out' side," Matt smartly replies. Caleb grumbles and folds his arms.. "Ok...this is going to be awkward..." I said. In an instant, Chris crouches down and pounces me like a lion. I fall backwards and my land back onto the bed with Chris on top of me. "It's only awkward if you make it," Chris grins and attacks my lips with his. "Wow...there really going at it..." Caleb says with wide-open eyes. "Yeah...we have a lot of catching up to do...Ok Dylan, you can stop now...Dylan?" I heard Matt's voice, but I didn't want to stop; Chris is just too amazing and tasty. I really wanted to rip off his clothes and make love to him right there, but yeah...Matt and Caleb are still there. Thankfully, Chris kisses me once more and then lays down on top of me. He speaks in a woozy state, with hiccups in between "That was fun...Dylan...We should...do that...more often." "Anyways...what should we do now?" Caleb asks, bringing me and Chris back to the real world. "I don't know, how's about a trip to the mall?" I suggest while patting Chris's back. "Sure, we can probably catch a movie or something, kinda like a double date," Caleb says, blushing at the last part. "My first double date with Caleb? That's a huge let down..." Chris states and hugging me. "Fuck you Chris!" Caleb shouts and flips the bird. Matt, Chris, and I laugh at Caleb's seriousness. "Anyways, let's go first Chris. The two lovebirds are in a rather...bare state right now." I patt his back, signalling him to get off. "Good point, I don't want to see Caleb's shrivelle up penis again anyways." "It's not that tiny!" Caleb shouts while blushing. Chris and I laugh and rush out the room and close door before Caleb's pillow misses our heads Chris and I walk down the hallway and to the front to wait for the two. "That was fun..." Chris comes over to me and hugs me tightly. "Yeah, it sure was..." I wrap my arms around him. In about five minutes, Matt and Dylan pop out fully clothed. "Ready when you are," Matt says. "Let's go then!" I lead the pack to my car. We pull out of the driveway and onto the road for a hopefully fabulous time at the mall. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Again! Donate! >:o And also, postponing chapter 9 due to finals... Send me emails, I enjoy reading what people think!