Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 18:24:23 -0500 (EST)
From: Chris G <cgalt08@yahoo.ca>
Subject: turnabout part 3

The following story contains scenes of sex (and yes, even love!) between
young males. If this comes as a surprise to you, I can't even begin to
imagine what you are doing here. My hope is that you will enjoy my story,
and that you will let me know what you think at cgalt08@yahoo.ca

Turnabout -THREE-

We lay there in the afterglow, just staring at each other. Will, who had
looked so different to me when I had seen him first at noon, had changed
even more since, and was now a completely new person. I gazed at him,
pondering.

One thing was for sure-he looked a hell of a lot better out of his clothes
than he did in them.  Amazing just how much influence clothes play when you
look at someone. The guy who had seemed such a scarecrow of spare parts,
and poorly-matched ones at that, now lay revealed as a long, lean, but
actually well-defined man. And in the cock department, long and lean about
summed it up.

But what was actually uppermost in my mind was how much Will had changed
from the character I had assigned to him all the while I was busy holding
him, not to mention the rest of the world, off. Total geek plus three parts
dork? Sheeeshh! I felt my face flush at the thought.  Will had been gazing
at me all the while my attention had been focused on him. "What?" he said
when he saw the red in my face.

I reached out and stroked his cheek. "Just thinking about what I thought of
you . . . before."

Will gave one short bark of a laugh. "Total geek, right?"

I drew a deep breath. "Plus . . . plus . . . three parts dork."

Will rolled onto his back and clutched his stomach, laughing loudly and
long.

I had been so upset with myself for thinking of him like that, my face felt
sore from trying not to twist itself up in disgust. To see him
laughing-actually laughing at my complete dismissal of him as a human
being-was a total shock. But-I couldn't help it. With him lying there
laughing so hard, I felt my lips twitch into a smile, and then I was
giggling. I launched myself on top of him, pulled his hands to his sides so
I could get the full length of myself pressed up against him, and then
stopped his laughing mouth with mine.

I rolled away again, onto my side, and once again looked into his
eyes. "Will . . ."

"Hmmm?"

"What do you see?"

"You."

"Yeah, but what do you see when you look at me?"

He could have said any number of typical teen joking things, but the beauty
of it all was that he didn't. He didn't speak; instead, he just reached out
and very gently ran the tip of his index finger down my nose.

He said, "I see someone I'm very glad I took the trouble to get to know."

I felt my face get hot yet again.

He said, very slowly and almost harshly, "David. Get over it. Yeah, you've
been a complete prick to me ever since I first met you." His tone
lightened. "But I get a very strong impression that we've moved beyond
that. It's over. It's history."

"Yeah," I responded. "As long as history doesn't repeat itself."

"And why would it?"

"That's why I asked you what you saw. I'm not so sure I know what I see in
me. I need a second opinion."

"Well," responded Will with a chuckle, "I'm not so sure I'm not biased at
this point. Anyway- to take the obvious part first, I see a
not-too-bad-at-all body with a really gorgeous cock . . ."  Here he reached
out and lightly stroked it. It jerked to his touch and swelled
slightly. That made him giggle. "I think he likes me!"

"Yeah, I'm not surprised! You showed him a pretty good time just now."

"But more important is the guy it's attached to. Sure, I like sex as much
as anyone. But what we felt went way beyond a need for cumming. We were
together, Davy." It was the first time he'd ever shortened my name. No one
had ever called me anything other than David. The thrill I got hearing him
say it went way beyond novelty.

Once again he read it in me. It seemed I was an open book to him. "I've
been watching you since I first met you. I've been-it's like maybe-trying
to catch you . . . trying to get you to come to me. I've gone home after
school most days analyzing everything I saw about you, everything you said
to me when we were together, trying to get into your head. One thing's for
sure: you're way scared of people."

That hit home. "Well, I guess . . . I mean, being gay and all . . ." That
just came out without the slightest hesitation, just as though I'd known
Will all my life. I gasped in surprise as I heard myself say it.

"Hardly a surprise to me. I mean, after all . . ." He didn't really need to
spell it out.

"Are you? . . . I mean . . ." I stuttered to a stop.

He waved off the embarrassment of the question. "Dunno for sure. I've been
looking at girls for a while now, thinking about . . . And yeah, a couple
of guys too. Then you came along."

I wasn't sure I could process that statement fully. He seemed to be telling
me that I'd driven every thought of any other person out of his head.

"Look man, you do it for me. You want to know what I see? I see a guy I
could really come to love." He said it completely naturally, with no
hesitation, no stuttering, not making it sound like a cheap
throwaway. There was a solid reality behind the statement I simply couldn't
avoid.  It forced my eyes away from his and down to the bed covers.

"L . . . Love?" I couldn't say it without choking.

"Davy." He said it so softly. "Hasn't anyone ever loved you?"

Oh God. I almost blacked out from the intensity of the emotion that seemed
to rush out of some deep recess in my mind-my little chamber of horrors I
kept buried at the back where no one could ever find it. I even managed to
lose it and forget its existence most of the time. Two big tears welled out
and rolled down my cheeks.

Will was next to me in a flash, folding me into a strong, soft
embrace. There was nothing soft about my response. I grabbed him so hard I
heard something crack, and then my face was buried in his neck as I sobbed
my heart out. His hand stroked the back of my head as I howled my distress,
and he responded with a murmur of "Oh, Davy" over and over into my ear as
my emotions proceeded to shred themselves into ribbons.

*****

Tuesday and Wednesday passed in the usual flurry of school and
homework. Will and I met for lunch as usual. After the combination of
first-time sex and the aftermath of confession I could have ended up either
as a complete basket case or as a new, improved David Preston.
Fortunately, it seemed as though the latter was the case.

Will commented on this at lunch Wednesday. "Gee, David," he said after we
had munched away at our specials, forcing ourselves to swallow the goop the
cafeteria gods had decided to favor us with, "I haven't seen you look this
happy in a long while."

"Well, all thanks for that go to you," I said, looking over at him with a
broad smile. "I mean, I'm amazing even myself. Not to mention everyone
else. I got into a discussion during the break this morning, which is
something I've always avoided doing. Then, when we broke up, I noticed a
couple of people giving me these really odd looks as though they were
trying to figure out who I was."

"I can go you even one better. I've actually had people comment to me about
how you've changed all of a sudden. You've been talking to people in a way
that one of them described as 'actually nice'."

"Ouch!" I commented ruefully. "Well, OK, I've been a total prick for such a
long time-no wonder people are shocked at the turnaround. Again, I owe it
all to you."

We stood up and carried our trays to the return counter, then moved to the
doors taking us outside and up into the trees. We flopped down under the
same tree which had sheltered us Monday afternoon.

"Speaking of pricks," I said, with a slight hesitation, "I'm already
missing yours."

Will chuckled deeply. "Well, I can say the same about yours. What about
curing that need after school?"

"Right on! No one's home at my place until late tonight!"

Will turned an amused face toward me. "Not too eager at all, are we?" he
laughed.

I blushed and turned away, confused. Will's hand cupped under my chin
pulled me back to him. He kept leaning in and his lips were on mine,
sweetly, gently, lingering softly. I began to moan and wrap my arms around
him. He pulled back then, murmuring gently, "Too long at this right here is
dangerous." He continued, "Davy, don't be afraid to say what you feel. You
want me. I want you. That's OK. Relax with it. I'm only teasing you. I want
it-as much if not more than you do, dude."

I gazed back at him, still amazed at the depths of understanding and caring
in him. "Will . . .?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks."

"What for?"

I paused, considering. "For rescuing me."

"No need. I figure I'm more than rewarded for all the work I put into it."

The afternoon passed too slowly. All I could think about was being with
Will, alone, in my room, and what would happen between us. Our first
encounter was nothing more than a blur in my memory. As much as I had tried
to resurrect the details in my mind during my mad bouts of jerking off
afterward, I really had only a blur of impressions and sensations I
couldn't bring into any kind of clear focus. I really wanted to go into
this next one fully alert to all the emotions and physicality of our sex.

I don't know how I got around between classes. I think I was fully hard
from the moment I sat down in the first afternoon period until the final
bell (in my mind the finally! bell). I was going to have one awful case of
blue balls if something didn't happen soon.

I was on the steps leading down to the parking lot, waiting for Will to
appear, when Debbie Harkins approached me. Great, I thought, just what I
need-a talk with one of Josh Barretts' prize bitch-goddesses.

"Well, David," she began, in a very patrician tone, acid dripping from her
vowels, "you must be very happy!"

"And why must I be very happy, Deborah?" I inquired in an ironic tone,
trying to dampen the impression she was making on me.

"Well, I mean, you've only managed to get Josh Barrett kicked out of school
for three days."

"Debbie, I think you're slightly confused on this point. As I recall it, I
was nowhere near Josh Barrett when he got himself that three-day."

"You know what I mean!" she almost screamed, losing her cool. "You're the
one who caused the whole thing!"

"I can't say I follow you on that. I certainly admit I was careless in
barging around the corner the way I did and knocking him down. From that
point on, everything that happened was in Josh's court. He did what he did
to get himself that suspension."

"You . . . you . . . absolute nobody!" Debbie was so upset by now that she
was practically croaking. "Do you know who Josh Barrett is? How important
he is to this school?"

"I know who Josh Barrett is. I have no idea why he is so important to this
school. And what's more, I have no idea why his suspension from it has
anything to do with me."

"Hey, David." Will was standing beside me, his hand on my near
shoulder. "What's up?"

"Miss Harkins, here, is remonstrating with me on my ghastly behavior in the
matter of the suspension of Mr. Barrett," I replied with the same
acid-etched tone I had been using in my replies to her outrage. "Miss
Harkins considers this upsetting of the natural order of things to be
entirely of my contriving."

Will smiled broadly at Debbie. "Give our best to Josh, Debbie. Tell him we
miss him. Come on, David."

We moved away down the steps, leaving Debbie standing there with her mouth
open for a response, but nothing had come out by the time we cleared the
gate and headed down the sidewalk.

"Should be interesting when Josh gets back tomorrow," I commented.

"Yeah, but that's tomorrow," Will replied. "Right now we have more
important things to think about."

"Like . . .?" I inquired.

"Like . . ." Will replied, with a meaningful glance at my crotch. It
immediately sprang back to the fullness it had lost under Debbie's assault.

"My goodness!" continued Will. "Does he always behave like that?"

"Well," I said, somewhat red in the face, "I think he likes you."

"I remember thinking the same thing Monday afternoon," replied Will. "Let's
get to your place and see if our theory is correct."

We didn't race or anything. We both knew what we were going to do and by
common consent, without saying a word, we let the anticipation build. Along
the way, we would brush against each other. I would do it to Will, then a
few seconds later he would do it to me. I think we were both getting a
charge built up by doing that. Every once in a while, one of us would look
over at the other, and we would both grin and blush at the same time. Ah,
love!

We got to my place and climbed the stairs. We were actually slowing down by
the time we reached my room. I think it was nerves. I know I was feeling
absolutely kid-like in my awkwardness. I put my back pack down on the floor
and promptly tripped over it on my way to pulling the shade down over the
window. I dropped the CD I picked out to put in the player, then I couldn't
figure out why there was no music until I realized I hadn't turned the amp
on. I finally fumbled through getting everything going, and then turned to
face Will. He was standing watching me with a slight smile on his face.

"Well," I laughed, "the service isn't great in this place, but the price is
right."

"Davy," was all Will answered, "come here."

I slowly walked toward him and as I got within reach his arms came out and
gathered me to him. My arms automatically wrapped around him and he pulled
me in, making contact between our two bodies at every possible point. We
were a perfect anatomical match-our two hard poles lined up against each
other. We just stood there, our heads resting against each other, feeling
our cocks rubbing slowly through our jeans. Will's hands caressed my back
as they had done before. I was just frozen. I mean, I loved it, but I just
couldn't make myself move.

More time passed (seconds? minutes?) and then Will heaved a great sigh and
his rubbing hands moved down onto my ass. He pulled me toward him,
thrusting his pelvis forward to meet mine, mashing our spears together and
at the same time clutching my two cheeks really, really hard.

The jolt blasted me loose. People always talk about the "lightning
bolt". This was way beyond that-this was something so internal, so primal,
it couldn't be compared to anything physical. I felt myself wanting nothing
but to bring Will into me, to bring me into him, to become one with him, to
make one body out of our two selves. I gave a deep groan/moan, and he
echoed me a moment later. Our mouths found each other, wide open, and our
tongues met and fought. We each pushed as tightly as possible against the
other-almost like a vertical wrestling match.

Finally, Will scaled back and stepped away from me, but keeping his hands
clenched around my biceps. He said hoarsely, "Davy-I want you so bad . . ."

All I could muster in return was a croaked, "Will . . ."

His fingers moved up to my shirt buttons. Even this flare of passion did
not make us hurry what was happening. We both wanted to savor and remember
every moment. He pulled my shirt out of my pants and pulled it down my
arms, which I held back to allow the sleeves a clear slide. He stopped,
gazing at my out-thrust chest and slowly bent forward to place his mouth on
my left nipple. He tongued it and then sucked, hard. I moaned loudly, and
tried to bring my arms around, but he held them still. I needed to touch
him so badly.

He pulled back and looked at me. His face was a study in wonderment, as
though he couldn't process what he was experiencing. He shook his head
slightly and finished removing my shirt.  As soon as my arms were released,
I grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it from his pants. I ducked my hands
inside and ran them up his ribs, thumbs forward on his chest. When I
reached his nipples, I stopped and flicked them rapidly. I love playing
with my nipples, and wanted him to know how good it felt.

He got the message. His head went back and his mouth dropped open. If I'd
kept it up, I think he would have gone right over backward in ecstasy. I
pulled him forward and pushed the shirt up and off over his head.

Will lost patience then. His hands moved to his jeans front and fumbled at
the snap and zipper.  I followed suit with my buttons and we each were
naked within seconds. Then Will took a deep breath and seemed to regain
some control. He moved to my bed, lay down on his back, and held his arms
toward me. "Come here!" he breathed.

I seemed to flow to him. That's the only way I can describe it. I don't
remember walking over, I don't have any impression of putting a knee down
on the bed, climbing over him, doing any of that mechanical stuff to get
into position. It's as though I'd been lifted and set gently down on my
lover. I felt his heat approach mine and then blend, and then the beautiful
sensation of skin on skin, mouth on mouth, and the slow shifting of limbs
and cocks to make the most beautiful of sensations: body on body.

I felt tears start and well out of my eyes, and then Will's hands cradling
my face as his mouth kissed the tears away. I forced my eyes open and saw
his damp as well. I brought my hands to his head, my lips to his tears, and
we drank each other's joy.

All the while, our hips had been grinding slowly against one another's and
our rigid cocks were by now coated with the lube which had been flowing
almost steadily since we had come together. Our breathing deepened and the
pace picked up. I was enraptured-I had found someone who apparently wanted
me as much as I wanted him. Everything was coming together to encourage me
to greater heights of passion: the warm, soft flow of his hands over me;
the almost searing heat of his tool rubbing against mine; the smell of him,
a combination of tangy male overlaid with the subtler essences of fresh
soap; and most of all, the murmured comments and wordless expressions of
delight and satisfaction which he voiced without hesitation.

Will was so into this, I was so into him, we were so into each other. His
hands came up my back and grabbed my head. Planting a firm kiss on my lips
he pulled my head back from his and gazed into my eyes. "I want to taste
you," he breathed.

He rolled me over onto my back, and his lips went to my neck. His hand went
to my straining pole which he squeezed firmly, thumbing the resulting lube
over the head and down the shaft.  His mouth returned to mine, and resumed
the kiss. Our tongues explored and danced together for what seemed like
hours. Will continued to milk my cock of its lube and spread it up and down
the shaft, even onto my balls.

Finally breaking the kiss, his mouth moved down over my chin, then into the
hollow of my throat. Will's tongue lapped at the tender skin there, then
moved over the shoulder, the lips spreading to take in the firm round curve
there. Then the moist tongue lapped its way down the outside of the arm,
stopped momentarily to tickle the skin at the elbow, then moved on over the
top of the hand. By now, I was writhing on the bed. I wasn't sure what this
was all about, but man was I loving it!

My breathing turned ragged as Will proceeded to take each of my fingers in
turn into his mouth, treating each like a little cock, sucking at it
avidly. Then onto the palm, where a passionate kiss directly into the
center seemed to me to almost burn in its intensity. Then the soft swell
under the thumb, which Will lightly bit, tonguing it as he did so. More
kisses on the inside of the wrist and so up the forearm. My biceps was the
site of another light bite and then Will raised my arm and continued on
into my armpit, breathing in deeply and tonguing the hairs there.

>From there, the hot wet tongue traced the outline of my pec, travelling in
broad swooping swirls, circling in ever closer to my nipple. Will lingered
there when he finally arrived. He seemed to find my nipple a raging
turn-on. Under his tongue, it seemed to swell harder the more he
manipulated it. I had never managed to give myself half the feeling that he
was giving me now. It almost seemed as though the nubbin was giving him
milk. I thought sure it was going to burst until he finally let it go, and
moved diagonally up to the other shoulder, repeating the downward and
upward tongue sweeps of the other arm, coming finally to rest on my other
nipple.

I was sure I was going to pass out before he got done. Did you ever have
such a feeling that you thought you couldn't contain it-that you had to
black out just to get away from it? That's what it was like as Will licked
and sucked at me. My hands were in Will's hair, stroking and stroking,
moving down occasionally to his back. I could feel my whole body beating to
the pulse of my heart, helplessly waiting for the next sensation induced by
that steadily lapping tongue. My cock was being continuously squeezed, and
I was producing gob after gob of lube, which Will was spreading up and down
my shaft and over my balls.

Will moved into the V of my chest, and licked his way down. He poked into
my navel and swirled his tongue there for a moment. Then he lay his cheek
down on my soaked tummy and watched what effect his hand was having on my
cock. No pumping, just a steadily repeating squeeze. He watch the generous
beads of lube which appeared at the slit, ready to be smeared down the
already-slick shaft.

Sighing deeply, he lifted his head and started down the tops of my
thighs. This time he moved back and forth from one leg to the other,
tonguing and nipping lightly, savoring the flesh. He tickled each kneecap,
but I was so entranced I didn't even notice the tickling effect.

As Will moved along my shins, he carefully placed my shaft along my
tummy. My hand immediately came up to continue working it. Will placed a
hand over my wrist and murmured, "Davy, please don't." I dropped my hands
to my sides and concentrated on Will's lovemaking.  He had reached my feet,
and after licking across the tops of both, knelt in front of them, placing
the sole of each one of them over each of his pecs. He lowered his head,
then took each toe in turn into his mouth, treating them as he had my
fingers.

Finished with this, he raised my legs higher and proceeded up the backs of
them, opening his mouth wide at the calves and scraping his teeth lightly
across the mounds of muscle while tonguing them avidly. Behind each knee he
placed warm moist kisses, and then moved up onto the soft, smooth
thighs. The higher he went, the more he pressed my legs back onto my
chest. I could feel cool air on my exposed asshole and felt curiously
vulnerable, but that just made me the more excited. Will was now lying
stretched forward, and he went into a licking frenzy over the hairless skin
of my mounds. He swirled his tongue continuously, depositing wet circles
over every square inch. He paused, and then I started in surprise as he
swooped in and gave my hole one quick kiss, then lay my legs back down.

Straddling them, he laid his own cock up against mine, and brought the two
heads together in a moist and sticky kiss. He slowly rotated them around
each other, smearing even more lube over them.

"Oh, Will," I breathed, "that was fucking awesome, man!" I lay there,
almost in suspended animation, waiting for Will's next action. I didn't
know what I wanted, I only knew I wanted to give myself to him completely.

It was as though he'd read my mind. He didn't hesitate as he bent down and,
with his hand firmly wrapped around the base of my cock, he began tonguing
up and down the shaft, licking off all the precum he'd spread along its
length. My writhing motions, which had stopped, began again as he brought
his tongue up to my cockhead. Then I felt this beautiful, soft, warm, wet
embrace and realized that he'd sucked the head into his mouth. I almost
lost it right there, and fought valiantly to prolong the feeling.

He knew what he'd done to me, and showed no inclination to let me
linger. The hot, wet sucking speeded up and I couldn't resist. The boiling
heat I'd been feeling down in my balls hit the crisis point and surged up
my shaft. I blasted into his mouth as I screamed in release, giving out
with a great groan on each of the succeeding spasms. I had absolutely
never, ever cum like that before. If it hadn't felt so great, I'd have
thought I'd seriously injured myself.

I regained consciousness (well, it seemed like that) a few moments later to
find Will stretched out beside me. I was being cradled in his arms, with my
head on his shoulder. He felt me stir and placed a very soft kiss on my
cheek. "Thanks," he whispered.

I couldn't speak because tears were trickling down my face. I brought my
lips to his and forced his mouth open, shoving my tongue in and then
marveling at the taste of myself that I found.  We didn't break apart for
what seemed like ages.

"How come you're thanking me?" I wondered.

"You've given me the greatest gift anyone ever has," his trembling voice
replied.

I stroked his hair. "Funny. I was just going to tell you the same thing."

We lay there in contentment, and talked about all kinds of stuff. In spite
of what seemed to me to be Will's great experience in sex acts, he admitted
that this was his first time, and he'd been living out some things he'd
read about in the stories he'd downloaded from the net.

"You sure have a great way of turning fiction into fact," I told him.

"Yeah, well, you're enough to inspire creativity in anybody."

I pulled back and looked at him. "You're really serious about this, aren't
you?"

His eyes dropped, then came back up. He took a deep breath, and slowly
said, "Davy, I am really, seriously, hopelessly in love with you."

"Wow," I breathed. Now who's the dork? I immediately thought to myself. The
guy tells you he loves you, and all you can say is "Wow"?

Will didn't seem to mind though. I reached out a hand and rubbed the back
of it up and down his chest and over both nipples. He shuddered the full
length of his body. I felt something clutch at my insides as I saw
that. Was this love? I wondered.