Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2010 16:48:01 -0500
From: Stories <Stories@nc.rr.com>
Subject: Dillan's Magic - Part Two

DILLAN'S MAGIC
By RickyF

(MM, authoritarian, Dom/sub, relationship, romance, foot-fetish)

Email - stories@nc.rr.com -- Please note that I am transitioning away from
the email address I once used for my stories to this new one.

DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION - any similarity to
actual people or events is entirely coincidental.  It contains adult
subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find
such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area.  If you meet
these conditions, please delete this file from your computer.  This work is
not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author.

DEDICATION -- This work would not have been possible without the
encouragement and support of my biggest fan, a young man I now consider to
be my best friend.  So, Ian -- "Dillan's Magic" is for you.


PART TWO

	Dr. Alex Taylor burst through the heavy glass double doors of the
hospital emergency room scarcely fifteen minutes after leaving the address
he shared with Dillan Kinston, his senses assaulted at once by the stench
of disinfectants, the bright florescent lights, and the sounds of the
ailing waiting to see a doctor.  After a short dialogue with the intake
attendant, he was met by the health-care worker who had called him just
moments ago.

	With incredible haste, she ushered him down a well-lit corridor to
where Dillan was being held, speaking as they walked.

	"Are you a physician, Dr. Taylor?"

	"No, my title's academic," Alex answered.  "I teach biology and
anatomy at the university."

	"We've received word that the surgical team is ready.  Someone has
already been sent to take Mr. Kinston back.  If you'd like to speak with
him first, you only have a few seconds."

	They abruptly turned into a small room and Alex gasped at what he
saw.

	The man with whom he'd shared his life for the past twenty years,
most of which had been spent as romantic partners, was lying motionless on
a gurney, his head heavily bandaged.  His mangled, misshapen right arm was
unmistakably broken in several places but had not yet been placed in a
cast.

	"Oh my god," Alex whispered.  "Why haven't you treated the injury
to his arm?"

	"The bones in the lower arm suffered only simple breaks, but the
humerus sustained a complex fracture near the mid-point, where the deltoid
muscles are attached, and will require pins to set correctly.  An
orthopedist will address that damage once we've stopped the internal
bleeding, which is our primary concern right now."

	"You're right, of course," agreed Alex.  "What about his head?"

	"We did a CAT scan as soon as he arrived.  There doesn't appear to
be any brain injury, though we'll need to monitor him for several days to
make certain no swelling or clots develop."

	"Is he conscious?"

	"We've already prepped him for surgery, so he'll be in and out.
Again, if you want to speak with him, you need to hurry."

	Alex cautiously approached the gurney, his heart in his throat.
Hesitant to touch his partner anywhere for fear of causing pain, he lowered
his face and whispered...

	"Dillan..."

	Two drug and trauma-riddled eyes opened and stared up at Alex.  A
pained, crooked smile spread across Dillan's worn features.

	"Puddles, you made it..."

	"Of course I made it.  What did you expect?"

	"Did they tell you what happened?"

	"Most of it I think.  I'll get all the details once they take you
back to surgery.  You're gonna be fine, Dillan.  I promise.  We'll get you
through this, no matter what it takes, alright?"

	Just then, the orderly assigned to transport Dillan to the
operating room walked through the door.

	"It's time to go, Mr. Kinston," the young man said.  "They're
waiting for you."

	Dillan peered up at his lover and struggled to speak.

	"Kiss me goodbye, Alex..."

	Those simple words, the exact same words Dillan had spoken to Alex
before leaving town a few days earlier, made the gravity of this situation
insufferably real.  The stress of this realization made his knees buckle.

	Alex fought to find his voice without bursting into tears.

	"This isn't goodbye, Dillan - not tonight, not like this."

	"Come on, Alex...kiss me goodbye..."

	Feeling as though he'd just taken a knife to the chest, Alex bent
at the waist, lowering his torso enough to comply with Dillan's wishes.
The warm kiss drew another pained smile from his critically injured
companion.

	"That was NOT goodbye, Dillan," Alex whispered.  "I'll see you in a
few hours, OK?  Stay strong for me, buddy.  I need you to get through this.
You'll do that for me, right?"

	Dillan shook his head in feeble confirmation even as the orderly
stepped on the lever controlling the breaks of the gurney and wheeled him
from the room.  After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to stifle
the deluge of emotion this moment had initiated, Alex turned to the woman
who'd escorted him here.

	"Where should I wait?" he asked.

	"There are several lines painted on the floor of the corridor.  If
you'll just follow the green one, it will take you to the waiting room.
You mentioned over the phone that you're Mr. Kinston's medical proxy.  I'm
assuming you also have power of attorney."

	"That's correct."

	"Did you bring those documents?"

	"Yes, they're right here," he answered while extending the manila
envelope containing the couple's legal papers toward the hospital worker.
"You'll come get me as soon as you know something?"

	"You have my word..."

	Alex stepped back into the hallway and, after locating the green
line on the floor, followed it like a zombie until he at last came to the
waiting area.  He then retrieved the cell phone from his pocket and started
making calls.

	After sending off a hurried text message to the department chair of
the university, advising him to make arrangements to cover tomorrow's
classes, he began with what would be the most difficult call to make.

	He dialed the number for Dillan's mother.


CHAPTER FOUR -- THE HONESTY RULE

	Given everything that had happened prior to crawling into bed, it
was little wonder Alex Taylor had difficulty sleeping.  Unaccustomed as he
was to the presence of chemicals in his system, his over-active intellect
was swimming, no -- drowning, in the still-fresh images of the previous
evening, trying without success to place the pieces into a rational,
cohesive framework.  Even after he managed to fall asleep, he found himself
waking often, plagued by the memories of what he and his roommate had done.

	His concern was not regret stemming from sexual activity with
another guy; Alex had accepted that he was gay many years ago.  No, his
dilemma was that he had taken this step with Dillan and genuinely feared he
was on the verge of losing his best friend.

	Once the sun came up, he crept to his door, opened it a few inches,
and listened for the familiar sound of Dillan snoring.

	As expected, his roommate was still fast asleep.

	After closing his door again, Alex contemplated his next action.
Despite his lack of any truly restful sleep, attempting to return to bed
now would be an exercise in futility.

	His eyes then fell upon the video camera.

	"I guess we'll need to edit the footage from last night," he
thought to himself, knowing full well that this was merely a justification
for viewing his roommate's second attempt at a jerk off video.  He powered
up his computer and, after attaching a USB cable, began transferring the
recording from the handheld device to his hard drive.  Once this task was
complete, he loaded the video and began to watch.

	Much of their awkward conversation had also been captured on the
footage.  He realized that if they chose to use this recording, they would
need to remove those sections.  Alex resisted the urge to fast-forward to
the cumshot, but as time went by this required an increasingly large amount
of self-control to manage.

	"Oh, who am I trying to kid?" he asked himself after about ten
minutes.  No longer capable of waiting, Alex skipped ahead to the end.

	The camera had captured a flawless orgasm, intense and from close
range.  Alex found himself sitting in front of his monitor, his mouth
hanging open, his breath coming in short gasps, and his untouched cock
pounding between his legs.  If nothing else, he had to admit that his best
friend could churn out the most impressive cumshots he'd ever witnessed.

	Once Dillan's uncircumcised erection finally stopped spitting out
semen, Alex noticed something he'd missed last night.  When his roommate
had taken the device from him, he had placed it on the bed but had
neglected to turn it off.  The lens had gradually re-focused on Alex's
cum-soaked face.  Dillan's finger was wiping spent jizz from his cheeks and
maneuvering it toward his mouth.

	He then heard his roommate speak...

	"Go ahead and jerk off, Alex.  Don't argue with me -- just do
it..."

	Though the camera was not positioned in such a manner as to record
Alex masturbating, it was obvious from the movement of his upper body and
shoulder that he was doing just that.  Worse, the footage revealed that he
was enjoying it, furiously working himself toward orgasm all while being
hand-fed Dillan's late night gift.

	As soon as the video stopped playing, Alex glanced at the clock.
It was only 8:30.  Since they had been up so late and had nothing planned
for the day, he had intended to let his roommate sleep.  But now he felt
the pressing need to talk and could wait no longer.  After slipping into a
clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, he opened his bedroom door and
crept into the living room, furtively approaching his still snoring
roommate.

	He sat on the edge of the futon, touched his friend's naked
shoulder, and attempted to wake him.

	"Dillan..."

	His roommate responded by rolling over but did not wake up.  Alex
noticed his freshly-washed auburn hair and his hand reached out to touch
it, his fingers actually beginning to stroke the soft locks before the more
rational portion of his brain halted this behavior.

	He poked his friend's shoulder again, this time with far more
insistence.

	"Dillan, wake up..."

	His roommate's eyes opened bit by bit and he groaned at full volume
from being roused, leading Alex to believe that he'd angered him.  Dillan's
arms came up over the sheets and he stretched, arching his back and puffing
out his chest as he let loose with a forceful morning yawn.

	"Morning Puddles..." he grinned up at his buddy.  "What time is
it?"

	"Oh god Dillan," Alex whined.  "You're not actually gonna start
calling me that, are you?"

	"Well not out in public, dude!  Do you think I wanna have to
explain how you got that nickname?  You didn't tell me what time it was."

	"It's 8:30..."

	This time Dillan was a bit angry.  His reaction left no doubt as to
how aggravated he felt.

	"What the fuck!  Get your ass back to bed!  Leave me alone..."

	"Dillan, we need to talk."

	"Goddamnit," the young man cursed as he sat upright on the futon.
As the top sheet fell from his torso, Alex noticed that his buddy had gone
to bed naked last night.  Though his equipment remained covered, his bare
hips and the upper portion of his ass were clearly visible.

	Alex found it difficult not to stare.  Fortunately for him, Dillan
appeared not to notice.  Instead, he asked...

	"What do we need to talk about that's so fucking important?"

	"About what happened last night..."

	Dillan cupped his weary face in his hands and shook his head from
side to side, exhaling noisily as he did.

	"Dude, I can't talk about that right now.  I'm still half asleep.
Go put on some coffee and give me fifteen more minutes.  Please..."

	Alex rose from where he sat on the edge of futon and headed toward
the kitchen to start the coffee.  Before he rounded the corner, Dillan
added...

	"Hey, have you found a new website for me yet?"

	"No, but I was gonna do it today."

	"Well, since you've got so much damn energy this morning, do that
after you start the coffee.  Then you can come get me and we'll talk.  OK?"

	"Alright..."

	Dillan then slumped back into the mattress and pulled the sheet
over his head.  Though frustrated they couldn't talk right now, Alex could
understand why his roommate seemed so grumpy this morning.  After all, he
had tried to wake him far too early given how late they were up last night.

	Alex dutifully put on the coffee before heading to his bedroom to
begin the search for a more appropriate website, looking for something that
featured guys with looks similar to his roommate.  He had just bookmarked
his fifth such site when he heard Dillan stirring in the other room,
apparently making himself a cup of coffee.  In time, the slender,
auburn-haired "skaterboy" staggered into Alex's bedroom and plopped down on
the edge of the bed.  He was dressed only in a pair of boxers and still
looked quite aggravated to be up this early.  After using his fingers to
brush a disobedient wisp of his long hair from his face, anchoring it
behind one ear, he began to speak.

	"OK Puddles," Dillan said with a calm and apologetic voice.  "I'm
sorry I snapped at you.  What do you wanna talk about?"

	"We need to discuss what happened last night."

	"Oh shit," a frustrated Dillan muttered under his breath, "You're
not gonna be happy until you ruin this for us, are you?"

	"What do you mean?"

	Dillan looked around the room for a few seconds while trying to
decide how to explain what he was thinking.

	"Did you have fun last night?" he asked bluntly.

	"Toward the end, yeah..."

	"OK, I had fun too.  But if you're gonna make us fucking analyze
what happened, it'll stop being fun for me.  Why can't we just accept that
we both had a good time and move forward from there?"

	It was obvious that Dillan was not yet fully awake, his puffy eyes,
blank expression, and wild bed-hair making him look somewhat insane.
Still, Alex knew he had a point.  Perhaps an in-depth discussion wasn't
what they needed.

	There was one thing, however, that he just had to know.

	"OK, we don't have to talk about it," Alex agreed.  "But I do need
to ask a question."

	"Alright, what is it?"

	"Are you really straight?"

	"Oh god," his roommate moaned, dragging out the words to more fully
indicate how annoyed he felt.  "Alex, if I answer that question, we'll be
talking about it!"

	"I'm sorry, Dillan.  But I need to know."

	"Fine, but if we're gonna talk we need to make a rule.  Anytime
we're talking about sex, we both agree to be completely honest with each
other, no games, no hiding the truth, no secrets.  OK?"

	"OK, I can do that."

	Dillan took a deep breath and stared up at the friend he cared so
much about, preparing to tell him the truth.

	"No, I'm not entirely straight," he confessed.  "Don't get me
wrong, I do like girls.  But I've always noticed guys too.  I've just never
had a chance to fool around with one."

	Alex wasn't surprised.  In fact, after last night he expected as
much.  But he was curious as to why Dillan had kept this a secret.

	"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

	"What would have been the point?" Dillan asked with a wild hand
gesture and a voice filled with exasperation.  "On the very day I moved in,
you told me that I wasn't your type.  And after that, you were all like..."

	Before continuing, his voice took on a mocking tone as he slipped
into his finest impression of Alex.  "Dillan, you're too skinny...I hate
tattoos...your hair's too stringy...your armpits stink."

	"Your armpits do stink."

	"Whatever!  My point is that you made it your mission in life to
remind me every day how NOT INTO ME you were.  So why would I have wanted
to tell you that I like guys?  And by the way, you're the only one who
knows that so don't go running your mouth when we're hanging out with my
friends."

	"How long have you known?"

	"Fuck Alex!" Dillan shouted.  "I've probably known as long as you
have!  Jesus - that was a stupid question!"

	Dillan realized he was losing his temper.  After closing his eyes
for a moment, he apologized again.

	"Alex, I'm sorry.  You didn't deserve that.  It's hard for me to
have a serious discussion this early in the morning.  That was not a stupid
question.  I've known since I was about fourteen or so.  But growing up, I
was lucky in a way.  Since I like girls too, I was able to focus on them
and just ignored that other side of myself."

	"Until now..."

	"Yeah, until now," Dillan admitted.  "But that's enough about me.
It's my turn to ask a question and you have to answer it honestly.  I'm
just gonna be blunt and say it straight out.  You ready?"

	"Alright, ask your question."

	"How did it feel to be on your knees eating my spooge last night?"

	Alex felt himself becoming unnerved.  He opened his mouth to
protest the question but stopped when he noticed Dillan's eyes and sensed
them pulling him inside, initiating the same rush of emotions that had
consumed him the last time he had stared into them.  He knew at once that
he could not deceive this man, no matter how anxious the truth made him
feel.

	"It was the hottest thing I've ever done with a guy," he answered
with more candor than he could remember using in his entire life.

	"...Honestly?"

	"Yeah, it really was.  I'm telling the truth."

	"Do you think you'd wanna try it again, maybe even more?"

	Once again, Alex was afraid to respond to that question.  While
struggling for an answer, he realized that Dillan's "honesty rule" actually
gave him cover.  He didn't need to worry about how it sounded or about the
prospect of offending his friend.  Dillan wanted the unvarnished truth.

	So Alex prepared to give it to him.

	"Here's what I'm nervous about.  I have never had such a close
friendship with anyone.  And if we screw it up, I will have lost something
that means more to me than you can imagine.  But, if we could manage it
without messing up what we have now, then yeah - I would want to do it
again.  That's the honest truth, Dillan."

	Never in his entire life had Alex been so frank, so direct with
another person.  It felt odd -- not in a bad way, but surprisingly
liberating.

	Dillan straight away attempted to negate his concerns.

	"Alex, the only way we could fuck up our friendship is if we start
playing stupid games with each other.  If we make a choice to take what we
have and make it sexual, we need to promise we'll always be honest, even
when it's not what we think the other one wants to hear.  I'm willing to do
that if you are.  I don't like keeping secrets from you."

	"That's gonna take some time for me to get used to, especially if
we're talking about sex.  It's not something we spent a lot of time
discussing as friends.  You know how, well...reserved I am."

	"Nooooo, I hadn't noticed," Dillan replied sarcastically.  "It'll
be good for you to have someone to talk with about sex.  It'll be good for
both of us.  Speaking of sex, have you found a website for me yet?"

	Now that Dillan had changed the topic to his porn ambitions, Alex
spun around in his desk chair and brought up the first link he'd bookmarked
earlier, answering his roommate's question as he did.

	"Yeah, I found several that might work.  Apparently, guys with your
look are quite popular on the internet."

	"...Really?"

	"I know, I couldn't believe it either," Alex said off-handedly
before he realized how insulting it sounded.  He closed his eyes and bit
his lower lip in response to knowing he'd said something so hurtful.
Turning to face his friend, he tried to make amends.  "I'm sorry, Dillan.
That came out totally wrong."

	By now, Alex had known Dillan for more than a year and thought he'd
seen the entire gamut of human emotions from this young man.  This was,
however, the first time he'd seen melancholy.  Though his roommate still
wore a pained smile, Alex knew his comment had stung him viciously.

	"Don't apologize, dude," Dillan answered, attempting without
success to mask the heartache caused by Alex's slip of the tongue.  "I know
I'm not the kinda guy you dream about.  That's OK.  I've accepted it -- for
now, anyway.  What'd you find?"

	Grateful that his roommate wanted to the put the insensitive remark
behind them, Alex began to describe what he had found.

	"There are plenty of sites to choose from.  But most of them also
focus one or more fetishes in addition to the solos and sex videos."

	"What kind of fetishes?"

	"OK, take this first one, for example.  These guys look and dress a
lot like you but they also have a bunch of watersports movies on the site."

	"You mean piss?"

	"Yeah..."

	Dillan's hand flew up in a dismissive gesture.

	"Moving on, Puddles.  That's a little too intense for me just yet.
Remember, I'm new to this."

	"Alright," Alex said while navigating away from the first site and
loading the next.  "By the way, I'm still not sure I like you calling me
that."

	Dillan chuckled over the top of his coffee mug, his eyes still
slightly glazed from being up this early.

	"Dude, I think it's cute.  It's a term of affection.  And I've
already promised not to embarrass you out in public with it."

	"I can get used to it.  Over time, I might even start to like it,"
Alex admitted.  "I'm just afraid you'll slip up and say it at the wrong
time.  You know, out of habit."

	"I'll be careful.  What's up with this site?  What's their deal?"

	"This is probably the most professional-looking one I've found and
I think they'd go for you, but they also seem to be into feet."

	"...Feet?"

	"Yeah, they've got all the standard stuff - solos, blowjobs,
fucking.  But they've also got a ton of foot videos on here."

	"Why the hell would guys wanna look at feet?"

	"It's just a fetish, Dillan.  Lots of guys are into feet."

	Dillan squinted in his roommate's direction, his features taking on
an inquisitive expression.  Alex knew what he was going to ask before the
words left his mouth.

	"Are you?"

	This question was about to put the new "total honesty" policy to
the test once more.  Though Alex had always assumed he'd tell someone about
his fervent interest in guy's feet sooner or later, he figured it wouldn't
happen until he had a genuine boyfriend, someone he loved and trusted
completely.

	Blind to the reality that Dillan in fact MET those last two
criteria, he felt worried again.  Nevertheless, he prepared to "out"
himself to his friend.

	"Yeah, I am," he admitted.  "I hope you don't think that's weird."

	Dillan raised a single eyebrow as he considered his buddy's
confession.

	"Dude, that is a LITTLE weird," he answered, though the words
conveyed more curiosity than condemnation.  "Are you saying that feet turn
you on?"

	"They do, yeah..."

	"Do you mind if I ask why?"

	Alex swallowed hard before continuing.

	"You know what, Dillan?  This whole talking about sex thing is
kinda new to me, and I'm trying to be honest with you -- just like we
agreed, so why don't we save that conversation until I'm drunk?"

	Dillan found his roommate's awkwardness amusing.  A naughty grin
erupted across his face, the smile coupled with a new glint in his eye.
Both were the result of a sudden inspiration.

	"...or high.  We have brownies left over from last night."

	"You wanna get high now?" Alex asked in disbelief.  "Dillan, it's
not even ten o'clock yet!  And don't you have to work today?"

	"Nah, Scotty needed tomorrow off so I switched shifts with him.  I
wasn't planning on leaving the apartment today.  If I remember correctly,
we only ate four and the batch made twelve.  Besides, I haven't had
breakfast yet.  Come on, Alex -- go make yourself a cup of coffee and bring
the plate in here.  I put some plastic over them before I went to bed and
left `em on the counter.  They did seem to help loosen you up last night."

	Alex knew it would be impossible to challenge that observation.
And since neither of them had anywhere to go, he wasn't able to formulate a
valid argument against Dillan's plan.  Additionally, if they were going to
spend the entire day getting to know one another better, talking about sex,
being high would without doubt help him to be more honest, to hold less
back, and feel more at ease with what they discussed.

	In the back of his mind, he also realized how much he enjoyed
following Dillan's instructions.

	Without offering a single objection, he went to the kitchen, made a
cup of coffee, and returned to the bedroom with the plate of chocolate
desserts.  After passing one to his roommate, he took one for himself and
began to eat.

	While waiting for their buzz to hit, Dillan moved closer and the
pair evaluated the potential websites Alex had located, at last settling on
the one catering to clients with a fondness for feet.

	Once it was clear that Alex was feeling relaxed, Dillan brought the
topic back around to his best friend's fetish.

	"So buddy, are you about ready to tell me what's so fucking sexy
about a dude's feet?"

	"I'm not sure I can put it into words."

	"OK.  Then let's try a different approach.  Do all feet have the
same effect on you or are some better than others?"

	"Some are definitely nicer than others."

	"Alright, but why?  What makes one foot more attractive than
another?"

	Alex would've never been able to have the exchange that followed
without the relaxation caused by his breakfast.  He considered Dillan's
query and just started talking, his thoughts sounding a bit more scattered
than is typically the case for him, but every word candid and truthful.

	"I like large feet, like a size twelve or bigger.  Mine are only a
nine, maybe nine and a half, depending on the shoe.  And even though I like
my own feet, I wouldn't go crazy over them or anything if they belonged to
another guy..."

	"What else?" Dillan prompted.

	"I like it when they're narrow too, tapered, with long toes.  Some
guy's toes are kinda stubby.  I'm not as into that."

	"What's your favorite part?"

	Now feeling entirely at ease with this discussion, Alex answered
straight away, without a moment's hesitation.

	"The bottom of the big toe, definitely..."

	Dillan made a bizarre face, his confusion plain.

	"Alex, hold up your foot and let me look at the bottom," he
instructed his fucked-up friend.

	In total compliance, Alex lifted his right foot, the sole pointed
toward his roommate.  Dillan narrowed his eyes and scrutinized what he was
looking at, shaking his head from side to side as he did.

	"I don't get it, dude.  I'm sorry, but there is nothing about your
foot that would get me hot."

	"Well, mine aren't the best example."

	"What about mine?" Dillan asked casually.

	Now curious over what his buddy found so captivating about feet, he
pulled his own right foot upward and hooked his ankle over his left knee,
focusing his attention on the sole while waiting for Alex to answer, the
position making him look something like a contortionist.

	"Your feet are PERFECT!" Alex responded using far more enthusiasm
than he'd intended.

	"What?" Dillan asked, his head popping upward at once.  Visibly
amused, he started to chuckle.

	Alex flushed a bit but realized he couldn't start back-pedaling
now.

	"It's true...at least to me, anyway," he confessed.  Now appearing
quite timid, he added, "You have the hottest feet I've ever seen."

	Dillan burst into a fit of uncontrolled, hysterical laughter.

	"What's so funny?" asked Alex.

	"It's just that you've spent this whole past year telling me how
I'm not your type, criticizing almost everything about the way I look.
Now, the first time you compliment a part of my body it ends up being my
fucking foot!  You gotta admit, dude, that's a little funny..."

	By now, Alex was feeling every bit as giddy as Dillan and began to
laugh with nearly as much energy.  He realized he was at ease with the man
sitting on his bed, more comfortable with another person than he'd ever
been in his life.  As a result, this frank discussion was making him much
less anxious than it would have only twenty-four hours earlier.

	"Yeah, I guess that is kinda funny."

	"But I still don't get this big toe thing," Dillan said as he
contorted his long legs, lifting the sole of his own massive foot closer to
his face in order to get a better look.

	"Here, let me show you," offered Alex.

	He moved from his desk chair and sat on the bed.  After lifting his
foot and moving it closer to his buddy, he then said...

	"OK, look at my big toe."

	Dillan started to giggle.

	"Dude, that's the first time anybody has EVER said that to me," he
chuckled.  "And to be honest, I kinda hope it's the last."

	Alex huffed like a child and made a face, reminding his lanky
roommate once again of how cute, how endearing he found this boy.

	"I'm trying to explain this to you.  Be serious for a minute.  Do
you see how the shape is like an oval?"

	Alex traced the outline of his toe with his index finger, nearly
losing his balance and falling off the bed in the process.

	"Yeah, so..."

	"OK, now let's look at yours," he said as he grasped his roommate's
foot.

	Out of the blue, Alex realized how aggressive he was behaving and
felt a bit embarrassed.  It also dawned on him that even though Dillan had
touched him intimately last night, he had never touched his friend except
in the most casual of ways.  Despite his high, a portion of his former
jumpiness managed to break through, causing him to stop and apologize.

	"Oh god, I'm sorry.  I guess I should've asked first before
grabbing your foot like that.  You don't mind me touching you, do you?"

	Dillan lifted Alex's chin in his hand and smiled.

	"Puddles, I think we'd better get used to touching each other.  We
both know where this is headed, right?"

	For Alex, this reminder of the direction their relationship was
about to take stirred up conflicting emotions.  Though he wasn't sure how
to feel about it just yet, he knew he didn't want to stop.

	"Yeah," he said softly, knowing full well what Dillan meant.  "So
do you want me to show you or not?"

	"Go on, dude.  This is interesting.  Why is my toe sexier than
yours?"

	"Look at the shape," Alex directed while tracing the bottom of
Dillan's big toe.  "Yours isn't shaped like an oval.  It's more elongated
and has these rounded angles, like an off-centered triangle.  Does the
shape remind you of anything?"

	Dillan stared for a moment as his friend's warm, gentle fingers
continued to outline the shape.  In an unexpected move, he also began
kneading the supple flesh of the arch.  This action distracted Dillan and
he was forced to re-focus, trying to visualize something other than the
bottom of his toe.

	He came up empty-handed.

	"Man, all I see is a toe," he admitted in defeat.

	"Look closer..."

	"I don't know.  Maybe it's shaped like the head of a rattlesnake or
something."

	"It's shaped like the head of something, but it's not a snake.
Keep looking..."

	Then Dillan saw it.  The epiphany caused him to gasp out loud and
his next words were brimming with excitement.

	"Oh shit dude!  It's a cockhead!  I see it now.  It's like looking
at a dick from the side."

	"Exactly," answered Alex while fingering his roommate's toe and
growing more stimulated by the second.  "That's one of the reasons they get
me so hot.  I'm telling you Dillan, when I see a guy with toes shaped like
yours I get as horny as if he'd flashed his dick at me."

	"...Seriously?"

	"Fuck yeah!" Alex shouted.

	Dillan sat in silence for a brief moment, reveling in his
roommate's new attitude and grinning from ear to ear.

	"Alex, I love it when you're high.  It's like you're a whole
different person.  Wait, I take that back.  Now that I think about it,
that's not it at all.  It's like you become the person you really are, the
person you work so hard to never let anyone see - including me.  Am I
right?"

	"Maybe..."

	"We just need to teach you how to be yourself when you're not
stoned.  Neither of us has the money to get you high every time we wanna
fool around.  Would you be willing to work on that?"

	Alex knew Dillan was right.  Learning to loosen up and let down his
guard, training himself to be comfortable in his own skin, would be
beneficial in more ways than one.  But despite this knowledge, his features
still took on a quite sheepish expression prior to giving his answer.

	"I'll try."

	"Have you ever told anyone else that you're into feet?"

	"God no, I've always been too embarrassed."

	"Hey, look at me."

	Alex tore his gaze from Dillan's substantial foot and focused on
his face, those damn blue-green eyes pulling at him again.

	"If we're gonna do this, we can't be embarrassed about anything.  I
want to know the real Alex, not who you think you're supposed to be.  OK?"

	Those eyes were soft and sincere.  Even though he had yet to fix
his wild bed-head this morning and neither of them looked their finest,
Alex noticed the growing appeal of the man sitting across from him on the
bed - skinny, tattooed torso and all.

	At that moment, he also realized that the boundary between
friendship and more-than-friendship was a narrow one indeed, one that he
would have no trouble crossing now.

	"Like I said, I'll try."

	"What do you do with feet anyway?" Dillan asked.  "I mean, how does
it work into sex?"

	"Well, I don't have any real experience so I don't know.  But I've
always imagined it would be more of a foreplay thing."

	"Yeah, but what do you DO with them?"

	"You know, you give foot massages, lick them, you suck on the toes,
smell them - that kinda stuff."

	The last item on that list caught Dillan by surprise.

	"Whoa dude, back up a second!  Did I hear you right?  Did you just
say `smell them'?"

	Despite having just talked about the importance of not being
embarrassed, the skin of Alex's face turned a brilliant shade of crimson
when he realized what he'd said.

	"You won't tease me, will you?"

	"Alex, teasing you would be counter-productive.  I won't get what I
want if you start to feel uncomfortable.  I just want to know what you
meant."

	"I like the way feet smell.  There, I said it..."

	It took Dillan a few seconds to decide how to respond to this
bombshell.  Though he could not understand why this would be something Alex
enjoyed, he did not want to stifle his roommate's ability to be open and
honest during their conversations.

	"That doesn't seem like you, Alex.  I mean, you're always harping
on me for not being clean enough.  I thought you hated body odor."

	"Usually I do.  But for some reason, feet are the exception."

	Dillan started to giggle and a naughty smirk spread across his
face.  This discussion had revealed an unanticipated piece of pleasant
news.  Since the very first moment Dillan had begun to think of Alex as
more than just a friend, he'd been disheartened by the fact that he found
his body so unattractive.

	Now he FINALLY had something Alex wanted.

	And the feeling was nice...

	"So Puddles, you wanna sniff my foot?"

	"Hey," Alex objected, "You said you wouldn't tease me!"

	"I wasn't teasing, dude.  Actually, the thought of you with my foot
in your face is starting to seem kinda hot.  Do you wanna do it?"

	Alex considered how to proceed.  To be honest, he wanted nothing
more than to lift his friend's enormous foot to his nose and inhale as
deeply as possible.  Without answering Dillan's question, that's precisely
what he started to do.

	His new sex partner was too quick for him, however, and wrestled
his foot from Alex's hands before he could complete the action.

	"No way, dude -- you gotta talk to me.  Do you wanna smell it?"

	The combination of reluctance, sexual heat, and desperation on
Alex's face was priceless.  Dillan noticed a dark, damp spot form on his
buddy's sweatpants.

	"Yeah..."

	"Man Alex, that was weak!  You must not want it as bad as you
thought you did," Dillan noted with a playful smile.  "Ask me to LET you do
it -- politely - like you really need it.  I wanna hear a full sentence."

	Though he knew Dillan wasn't making fun of him, Alex's heart began
to pound in his chest.  He had never been very verbal when it came to
matters of sex.

	Unfortunately, his roommate was going to insist he learn.

	"Dillan, may I please smell your foot?"

	"Dude, now we're talking!" Dillan praised as he patted Alex on the
shoulder.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

	As Alex exhaled, he realized that speaking his thoughts aloud,
verbalizing his desires, hadn't been as humiliating as he'd expected.

	"Actually, it was easier than I thought it would be."

	"You're kind of submissive, aren't you?" Dillan asked, the query
seeming to come out of nowhere.

	"You picked up on that, huh?"

	"I figured you were all along, but last night sort of confirmed it.
You looked right at home down on your knees with a big load of jizz on your
face.  And now that I know about this foot thing, it fits right in."

	"That's me," Alex answered meekly with a nervous chuckle.  "Does
that bother you?"

	"HELL NO!" Dillan shouted.  "I prefer it that way."

	"You do?"

	"Oh yeah," Dillan answered, elongating the vowels in the word
"yeah" and making his response sound thoroughly lecherous.  While his
impish grin remained pasted across his lips, he added, "Hey, you never
sniffed my foot."

	Alex surprised them both when he spoke.

	"You haven't given me permission yet."

	Upon hearing these words, Dillan knew he'd stumbled onto something
nice.  Though the intensity of his feelings toward Alex remained a mystery,
it was no secret that he was interested in experimenting.  But he had
assumed they would simply engage in some mutual masturbation, maybe one day
talk his roommate into giving him a blowjob.  Given his insecurity over his
looks, however, he'd never dared to hope for something this exciting,
something that could end up being incredibly fulfilling for both of them.

	The fact that Alex had been waiting for permission was hot.

	"S-W-E-E-T," he said leisurely, wiggling his toes as he tried to
decide what to do next.  After considering the options, he crafted a plan.

	"OK Puddles, have we decided to stay in the apartment all day?"

	"Yeah, I hope so.  I'm feeling really fucked up at the moment."

	"Actually, you're free tomorrow too, right?"

	"Yeah, I'm free until Monday."

	"Nice!  Then the first thing I'm gonna do is find someone to cover
my shift tomorrow.  We're gonna spend the whole weekend together, buddy.
How's that sound?"

	Though Alex did not answer verbally, the gigantic, childlike grin
that broke out spontaneously across his face, coupled with the fresh
sparkle in his eyes, provided Dillan all the answer he needed.

	"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Dillan with another sly grin.
"While I'm working the phone, find out how to get an audition with that
site.  Oh, and we'll need a subscription.  I should check out what kinda
stuff they do.  You can use my credit card if you need it."

	"No, that's OK.  We can use mine.  But..."

	Alex stared at his roommate with an expectant look on his face but
failed to finish his thought, the words becoming stuck in his throat.

	"...But what?" Dillan prompted.

	"I was serious about smelling your foot.  Can I?  I mean, before
you start calling people..."

	This was just too damn perfect!  A part of Dillan considered giving
his friend permission simply as a reward for having the guts to ask again.
But he imagined it might be nicer to make him wait a tad longer - make him
stew a bit first.

	"No, you can't sniff `em right now.  They're WAY too clean.  You
forced me to take a shower last night, remember?  I think I'll put on my
sneakers for a while first.  You said you've never done this before,
right?"

	"That's right."

	"Then this'll make your first time even hotter, won't it?"

	"Oh god," Alex moaned while closing his eyes and biting his lip.

	Dillan couldn't help but chuckle.  Within seconds, the damp spot in
Alex's crotch doubled in size.

	"You're dripping already, Puddles," Dillan laughed.  "You're
fucking ready for this, aren't you?"

	"Yeah, forget everything I said first thing this morning.  I really
want to do this."

	"Well, get naked dude!  You'd better get used to it!  We won't need
clothes today.  I'll try to hurry, I promise."

	Without any objection or protest, Alex stood and removed his
t-shirt and sweats.  His mercilessly erect, uncut cock recoiled upward,
slapped his abdomen, and began drooling in earnest.

	Both young men were aware that today would transform their
relationship, though neither could comprehend as yet the profound impact
this change would have on the rest of their lives...


CHAPTER FIVE -- PLEASURE AND FRUSTRATION

	When Dillan left the bedroom his solitary goal was to locate an
employee willing to work his shift the next day.  But even as he grabbed
his cell phone, he was already thinking ahead.  After shucking off his
boxers, he swung open the wardrobe doors on a mission to find the oldest,
most tattered sneakers he owned, a pair he should have thrown out years
ago.  Once they were located, he slipped his slender, size twelve and a
half feet into the worn, supple leather.

	"I really don't get this smell thing," he muttered to himself, "but
if that's what Alex likes then these oughtta do the trick."

	It took five phone calls, but he managed to find an employee who
owed him a favor and was able to free up his Sunday.  Back in the bedroom,
he discovered Alex sitting at the computer, already watching one of the
videos offered on the site they had selected.

	Dillan stood over his shoulder and glanced down to his crotch,
wanting to know if Alex was still hard.

	He was...

	This site required only a few photos to screen potential models.
If they were interested, they would be in contact to set up a time and
place for a solo shoot.  This would then serve as his official audition.

	Wanting to get this out of the way, the guys decided to take the
pictures and submit them now, allowing them to focus on other things for
the remainder of the afternoon.  It took longer than either of them would
have preferred, nearly an hour, and both were relieved when the task was
complete.

	Dillan climbed on the bed, naked save for his sneakers, and
motioned for his fully nude roommate to join him.  They sat for a moment
simply staring at one another, the room filled with a conspicuous mixture
of excitement and apprehension.

	"Alex, I want today to be nice for both of us," Dillan began.  "Are
you sure you still wanna do this?"

	"Yeah, I'm sure."

	"You're still nervous though, aren't you?"

	"Of course I'm nervous, but in a good way.  What do you wanna do?"

	"I've never fooled around with another guy, Alex!" Dillan reminded
him.  "I wanna do it all.  But how about we start with this..."

	While they continued to sit upright across from one another, Dillan
leaned forward and gently kissed his roommate for the first time, something
he had been dreaming of for months but never expected to happen.  It was an
awkward kiss in the beginning, self-conscious and uncertain, the kind
typically associated with adolescence, nervous and hesitant.  Dillan moved
at a dawdling pace, fully aware that Alex was thinking too much and wanting
to give him time to power down the part of his brain responsible for his
incessant analytical processes.

	The wait was worth it.

	In the end, Dillan sensed his roommate's hands moving toward his
face, slowly and unsure at first, but soon with increasing purpose.  He
felt Alex's fingers combing through his long hair, pushing it from their
faces and inching the locks backward until finally he began to pull Dillan
toward him of his own volition.  This warm embrace lasted for many minutes,
intensifying the passion and fervor between them.

	Once their lips parted, a pair of large, rather goofy smiles
expanded across their faces.

	"How was it?" Dillan asked.

	"It was nice," Alex whispered.

	The couple inched closer together, both still sitting upright.
Dillan allowed his long legs to slip behind his roommate and Alex mirrored
this action, bringing their crotches and upper bodies into an intimate
proximity they'd never before experienced with one another.  Another
lengthy kiss ensued and the young men rapidly abandoned whatever hesitation
they might have felt earlier.

	This connection felt "right".  The centered peace it instilled in
the hearts of each was already in the process of irrevocably burning this
memory into their minds.

	After separating for the second time, Dillan flashed another
playful smile and quietly pushed his roommate's body backward while
remaining upright himself, his legs extended in the direction of his new
lover's head.

	Now sitting between Alex's legs, he reached forward and gently
teased the tube of drippy, swollen flesh jutting from his best friend's
groin, using only his fingertips to swipe from base to tip, tip to base,
repeating this several times until he managed to elicit a groan from his
buddy.

	"Feels good, don't it?" he asked through his grin.

	"God yeah...damn!"

	"You know, Alex," Dillan said coyly with a gleam in his beautiful
eyes.  "I think my sneakers have been on long enough."

	The boy lifted his head, his facial features revealing a sudden
flash of nerves.  Dillan intervened at once.

	"No Alex, don't get jumpy now.  We've already talked about this.  I
want you to take off my shoes and do whatever it is that you want to do.
Don't worry about how it looks or what I might think.  And there's no rush
- take as much time as you need.  We've still got the whole weekend,
right?"

	"Alright," Alex agreed.  "But what are you gonna do while I'm
playing with your feet?"

	"What I'm doing now is fine by me.  Until last night, I'd never
touched a guy's dick before.  I'm enjoying this.  Don't worry about me.  Go
ahead and take off my shoes."

	Alex shook his head to indicate "OK" and grasped Dillan's right
foot with both hands, tenderly extracting it from the aging athletic shoe.
After looking up one more time, as if still attempting to determine if this
was an appropriate thing to do, he abandoned these concerns and positioned
the pungent sneaker over his nostrils.  A deep, cavernous inhalation
occurred at the same time.

	Dillan noticed the fresh surge of blood filling his roommate's
erection, as well as the increased urgency of its twitching.  But knowing
Alex as he did, he wisely chose not to bring attention to it, afraid that
any needless comments might stifle Alex's ability to relax enough to
satisfy his needs.

	After the second sneaker had been removed, Dillan expected his
buddy to toss them onto the floor and move on to his bare feet.  Instead,
Alex arranged the shoes with care only inches from his head, one on either
side.  Only then did he drag his roommate's enormous right foot closer.

	Using his thumbs, he began to dig into the balmy flesh of Dillan's
sole.  This created wave after wave of soothing pulses that flowed upward
through his friend's legs and into his body as a whole, prompting him to
groan in approval at the unanticipated skill Alex was demonstrating.

	Dillan found it difficult to believe his roommate had never
indulged himself like this before, such was his innate ability.

	In no hurry whatsoever, he allowed this massage to go on for some
time, all the while continuing the soft, tender caresses to Alex's
persistently drippy erection.  Alex pulled one of his partner's feet closer
to his face and looked up again, as if to ask permission before proceeding.

	"It's OK, Alex -- really it is," Dillan reassured him.  "I'm not
gonna tease you.  Go ahead and do what you want.  You need this..."

	With that said, it was as if some kind of mental retaining wall
collapsed inside the young submissive's brain.  Years of unfulfilled
desire, longing, and compulsion began to spill forth at once.

	Prying his nose between the big toe and its neighbor, he took a
breath, his chest rising and rising and rising further still, until Dillan
thought the poor boy's ribcage might come flying apart.  He held this
breath for several seconds before exhaling and repeating the action with
the other foot.

	Minutes later, Dillan witnessed something he never imagined he
would see in his lifetime - his large, broad, perfectly shaped toe slipping
between his best friend's lips...

	Then Alex began to suck.

	"Jesus Christ," Dillan moaned, knowing full well that the wave of
sexual stimulation he personally felt was NOT coming from his toe.  Rather,
it was the look of complete abandon on Alex's face, the sheer ecstasy the
boy seemed to be receiving from this activity.

	Sensing that his buddy was over the psychological barrier
associated with his performance, Dillan began to feel emboldened.  He
flexed his big toe inside Alex's mouth and playfully wiggled it, while at
the same time placing his other foot against his cheek.  His friend
responded by cupping the second against his face, stroking the top with his
fingers and rubbing it against his skin.

	Though Dillan did not understand in the slightest why this was
bringing Alex so much pleasure, he honestly didn't care.  The simple truth
was that it DID bring him pleasure.  This was all that mattered.

	In order to more fully enjoy the attention his feet were receiving,
he allowed his fingers to retreat from his roommate's drooling prick,
leaving it pulsing, throbbing, and ignored.

	A depraved grin expanded across Dillan's face when he saw the
bloated pole begin to bounce and twitch involuntarily.  Without warning,
the sloppy erection flexed upward from its nest of matted pubes, as if to
remind Dillan that it was still there, begging for additional caresses.  A
fresh batch of clear goo began to stream from the hooded tip.

	After a few moments of benign neglect, Alex took one of his hands
from Dillan's feet and inched it toward his crotch.  Once his fingers were
curled around the target, he started to stroke.

	Always inquisitive and ever-learning, Dillan decided to experiment.
Using a delicate, though purposeful motion, he lifted Alex's hand from his
penis and waited for some reaction.

	Initially, the hand returned to Dillan's feet.  Less than two
minutes later, however, it was migrating back toward his crotch.

	Without uttering a word, Dillan removed it again.

	This time, the hand returned almost at once, sending Dillan's mind
into over-drive.  His feet had now taken this boy to a place of such
extreme arousal that he could not leave his cock alone.

	"Alex..." Dillan said softly.

	This interruption caused him to extract Dillan's toes from his
mouth and peer up from between his feet.

	"Huh?"

	"Please don't play with your dick," Dillan requested using his most
soothing tone.  "I moved your hand away for a reason."

	"Why?"

	Dillan cocked his head to one side, looking bewildered by the
question.

	"I thought submissive guys liked to follow instructions."

	"Uhmm, we do...I mean, I do..."

	"Then why do I need to explain myself?"

	Despite how this sounded, Dillan's query was not asked in a
condescending or patronizing manner.  Alex realized his friend was merely
trying to get a grip on the dynamics at play here.  When the boy answered,
he spoke in a soft, quiet manner, almost as if he was afraid to offend.

	His tone conveyed respect, just like a boy's tone should.

	"You don't HAVE to explain yourself.  I'll do what you say.  But if
you don't mind, I'd like to know your reason.  Why can't I touch myself?"

	"Because you look sexy like this," Dillan answered with a wink.

	"...Really?"

	"Yeah, I like watching you when you're horny and desperate.  It was
the same way last night once you got naked.  I don't think you realize how
hot you are.  Just look at your dick, Alex."

	The boy craned his neck upward to obey.

	"You see that?" Dillan continued.  "Look at how your cock is
twitching and jumping around!  You see the goo pouring out all over your
stomach?  That's hot, Alex!  When you play with it, you spoil that for me.
I can't see it with your hand on it.  Besides, you smear the precum around
too much.  I like to watch it drip and run off by itself."

	Dillan's eyes found those of his roommate.  Once they were locked,
he added...

	"There, I explained it.  Will you follow my instructions now?"

	"Yeah, but you ARE gonna let me cum today, aren't you?"

	"Of course I will, Puddles.  I'm not cruel.  You're just gonna need
to wait until I decide it's time.  Is that OK?"

	Dillan had gone out on a limb with that last request and was
prepared to negotiate if those terms were unacceptable.  After all, this
was his first time and he was somewhat unsure of what he was doing.  He was
discovering, however, that he possessed exceptionally fine instincts.

	Rather than protest, Alex nodded his consent, agreeing to the new
rules before returning his attention to his roommate's feet.

	"You weren't kidding about being submissive, were you?" Dillan
asked about fifteen minutes later.  Not once during that time had his
roommate attempted to stimulate his own erection, proving that he was quite
capable of obeying instructions.

	"No, I meant it."

	"That's fucking hot, dude.  You had enough of my feet yet?  I'm
ready to move on to something else."

	"What do you wanna do?"

	"I was kinda hoping you'd let me suck your dick.  I'm not sure I'll
enjoy it, but since this is my first time with a guy, I sorta wanted to try
it.  You know -- just to see."

	"If you suck me right now, I'll probably cum," Alex admitted.

	"Then how about you suck me?"

	From out of nowhere, Alex began to giggle.

	"What's funny about that?" Dillan asked.

	"My god, we sound like a couple of ten year-olds playing doctor or
something, trying to decide what to do."

	Dillan chuckled and agreed with this assessment.

	"Yeah, I suppose we do sound kinda stupid.  But you know what?  I
feel comfortable with you AND with what we're doing, so who cares if we
sound like idiots?"

	Dillan quickly changed positions in order to lie on the bed next to
Alex, his unambiguous body language revealing the anticipation he felt over
what was to follow.

	"So Puddles," he said with a mischievous smile and a sparkle in his
eyes, "Do you wanna suck me?"

	No longer the slightest bit anxious, Alex positioned himself
between his friend's legs and looked down at his erection.  Neither of
these young men was equipped like porn stars, but that did not lessen the
magic of this experience in any way.  Dillan's cock, though not exceedingly
large, belonged to him.

	That knowledge alone was enough to make this the most magnificent
cock in the world.

	After making himself comfortable, Alex took a moment to just stare
at it, to bask in being this close.  He then extended his hand and touched
it with as much care as Dillan had taken with him.  While his fingers
deftly teased along the length of the shaft, he watched as his buddy's
internal muscles forced an extra surge of blood pulsing through the organ.

	Fascinated by this response, Alex began caressing the solid shaft
with a mounting sense of purpose and rising intensity, eventually using the
tips of his fingers to draw back the veiny hood of foreskin covering the
crown.

	"Hey, you gonna suck it or play with it all day?" Dillan whispered.

	Alex lowered his head to Dillan's crotch.  Despite his former
assertion that smells usually turn him off, he decided to inhale from the
region adjacent to his best friend's scrotum.  He was surprised to discover
that this aroma, the scent of maleness, also served to increase his sexual
passion.  Finally ready, he opened his mouth and allowed the width of
Dillan's cock to penetrate him.

	The inexperienced top moaned in response, the sound of his voice so
soft and gentle it was almost inaudible.

	Spurred on by his roommate's pleasure, Alex continued his descent
onto the inflexible shaft until his warm lips were wrapped around the base,
thankful once more that neither of them was overly large.  After rising
again to the crown, he used his tongue to swirl around the sensitive,
tightly-stretched skin covering the head, eliciting another groan of
approval from Dillan.

	"I have to tell you, Alex.  That feels really good."

	His young cocksucker failed to answer, unwilling to give up the
prize that was now lodged inside his mouth.  Alex began sliding up and down
Dillan's prick with a level of enthusiasm he seldom displayed for anything,
taking as much pleasure from this act of service as his partner took from
being served.

	Alex felt no need for haste.  In an effort to extend this almost
magical moment, he used his mind to calculate every sweep of his warm,
wiggling tongue, to calibrate the suction his lips and cheeks were
providing, and to concentrate on Dillan's responses, repeating actions his
buddy enjoyed and discarding those which appeared less successful at
arousal.  He had been speaking the truth when he admitted to just two prior
sexual encounters, which meant this was only the third blowjob he had ever
given.

	His roommate would never have guessed.

	Far too early for either of them, Dillan approached orgasm.

	"Puddles, I'm gonna cum," he warned.  "How do you wanna do it?"

	"What do you mean?" Alex asked, sounding confused.

	"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, on your face, or what?  Hurry
up and make a decision."

	Alex had just assumed Dillan would cum in his mouth.  As a matter
of fact, he was rather looking forward to it.  But now that he had been
given a choice in the matter, he realized he wanted to watch it happen.
Given that his roommate possessed such a profound ability to shoot,
witnessing this spectacle again might be worth the sacrifice.

	Torn between wanting Dillan to shoot in his mouth and his desire to
watch the event, Alex's mind raced to devise a compromise solution.

	"Quick," he prompted.  "Stand up!"

	Alex leapt from the bed while holding Dillan's hand, pulling him
upright and into a standing position.  He then fell to his knees and opened
his mouth, using his right hand to masturbate his buddy's primed-to-fire
erection.

	"What are you doing?" asked Dillan.

	"I want you to cum in my mouth but I also wanna see it," Alex
explained.  "This way I get to do both."

	Dillan smiled at the boy.  He never imagined that his friend would
relax to this extent, not given his typical reserved manner.  He also had
to applaud the young man's imagination.  Dillan placed his hands on his
hips and passively allowed his roommate to work, his newfound poise and
authority radiating from his body like an aura.

	Alex detected the fresh wave of self-assurance flowing from Dillan
and discovered that being on his knees before this confident man amplified
his own sexual heat to an intensity he had never experienced.  While his
untouched cock pounded between his legs, Alex skillfully brought his buddy
back to the edge of orgasm in less than a minute.

	"I'm about to cum, Puddles.  If you want it, get ready..."

	The young submissive failed to answer with words.  Instead, he
opened his mouth wider than Dillan thought possible while giving the cock
pointed at his face a few final pulls.

	"Fuck," Dillan whispered.  "Alex, I'm cumming..."

	The solitary reason Alex slowed the rhythm of his strokes was to
keep from throwing off his aim.  With Dillan's cock pointed directly at his
open mouth and with his eyes wide open to witness what was about to happen,
the first shot flew from the confines of his skaterboy body, slamming into
Alex's tongue and sliding backward in his mouth.  A second, then a third,
then a fourth explosion added to the mass of spooge collecting inside the
steamy cavity that had recently been used to get Dillan to this point.

	The fifth projectile went somewhat off beam since Alex was
continuing to milk the pulsing erection.  It escaped at the wrong moment,
splashing onto his upper lip.  Undeterred by missing this blast, he scooted
closer, determined to let that be the only one he failed to catch.  As the
sixth and seventh viscous streams jettisoned from the unloading prick, his
mouth began to feel packed.

	Despite the fact that he was in the middle of an orgasm, Dillan
found the willpower to speak.

	"Puddles, if you want it all you'd better swallow.  I'm not even
half done yet.  You know that..."

	His cum-gulp was timed to perfection.  Just after the eighth but
before the ninth reached him, Alex closed his sperm-filled mouth, allowing
the warm, sticky jizz to flow downward.  He reopened his jaws without
missing a drop.

	Around the half-way mark, the most inspiring shots having already
been fired, Alex decided he had seen enough.  He enveloped the
still-shooting cock between his lips, tenderly nursing the head and
allowing Dillan to finish his orgasm inside.  By the time it was over, he
had once again lost count of the individual jets of jizz drained from his
best friend's body.

	Dillan pulled Alex to his feet, embraced and kissed him
passionately, not caring in the slightest that his mouth was filled with
semen.  Dillan had given up hope that this day was ever going to come.  Now
grateful that it had, he was not about to let anything stand in the way of
showing Alex how he felt.

	Once their lips separated, he asked a question.  His choice of
words left no doubt, whether they were consciously chosen or not, that he
had embraced his role as the man in charge.

	"Do you want me to let you cum?"

	Alex did not provide an immediate answer.  Instead, he took the
time to consider his response.

	"Dillan, how far did you want to go today?  I mean, how much did
you want to do?"

	"I want to go as far as you feel comfortable with.  Why?"

	The young biology student looked hesitant to speak his thoughts.
As much as he was enjoying this time with Dillan, Alex was still
uncomfortable talking openly about sex and there was no easy way to ask for
what he wanted.  In the end, he decided to force aside his reservations.

	"This is gonna sound kinda blunt but -- do you want to fuck me?"

	Dillan knew how much courage asking this question required.  He
pulled Alex close before speaking, lifting the boy's chin in his hand and
forcing him to stare into his blue-green eyes.

	"Yes, but only if you want me to."

	"I do," Alex breathlessly whispered.  "And to answer your question,
I'd rather wait until then for you to let me cum."

	Dillan noticed that his roommate was trembling.

	"Alex, are you OK?"

	"Yeah," Alex said while smiling.  "I'm just really looking forward
to this.  When do you think you'll wanna do it?"

	"Just give me twenty minutes or so."

	"Good.  There's something I need to do in the bathroom.  I'll be
back in a few minutes."

	"What have you gotta do?" Dillan asked, oblivious to his friend's
hygiene concerns.

	"Dillan, I know we agreed to be completely honest when we talk
about sex.  But please, trust me on this one.  I really don't want to have
this discussion.  It won't take long, I promise."

	Willing to trust his playmate, and suspecting it was something he
did not wish to know about anyway, Dillan allowed Alex to slip from his
arms and run to the bathroom.  While listening to the sound of running
water, he relaxed on the mattress and waited.  Only then did he notice that
the sun was beginning to set outside.

	Dillan couldn't believe it -- where had the day gone?

	About five minutes later, Alex returned to the room and reclined
beside his best friend, his mind on fire, fully prepared for what was about
to happen.  Dillan threw his arms around the young man and pulled him
close, kissing him yet again.  This embrace allowed their sexual energy,
which had diminished somewhat during the short break, to escalate once
more.  As a practical matter, it also allowed his body time to recover from
his recent orgasm.

	But of more significance was the fact that Dillan genuinely wanted
to hold Alex.  For him, this uncomplicated act of intimacy was every bit as
important as sex.  He had yet to admit his true feelings, fearful that
revealing too much too soon might destroy this moment or end in rejection.
At the very least, it would force his friend to revert to his normal,
analytical self.

	This he could not allow.

	Once he sensed that Alex was ready, Dillan moved between his legs
and began to lower his head.  His roommate objected straight away.

	"Wait!  I'll cum if you suck me.  I thought we were gonna, you
know..."

	"Relax Puddles, I wasn't gonna suck you.  Calm down, OK?"

	Dillan then lowered his head while at the same time lifting his
partner's legs and pivoting his hips upward, exposing the tight, clenched
opening.  After extending his tongue, he used it to lick along the slit.

	He managed to do this only once before Alex cried out...

	"Oh my god, what are you doing?"

	Dillan stopped for a moment, appearing astonished by the question.

	"I'm licking your ass, dude.  What's it look like I'm doing?  Was I
not supposed to do that?"

	"You just caught me off guard.  I wasn't expecting it."

	"I really wanna try this," Dillan explained.  "But I'll stop if it
makes you uncomfortable."

	"No, that's OK.  I mean, now that I know..."

	As he returned to work, Dillan did not fully understand the effect
this particular type of foreplay was going to have on his roommate.  After
only a few more gentle licks, Alex began to squirm on the bed, the
sensation of being eaten out more exquisite than he could have imagined.
Dillan's tongue manipulated his ass with a proficiency not normally found
in such a novice, teasing around the edges, flicking wildly between the
sides, and depositing more than enough moisture to allow his next action to
drive Alex insane with lust.

	Without warning, his agile tongue was inside his roommate, having
opened the space just enough to force the tip of the slick invader through
the breach.  The boy moaned lewdly, the sound seeming incongruent with his
typical persona.  Dillan smiled in satisfaction at the pleasure he was
providing.  His tongue fucking became more insistent, more urgent, more
filled with purpose.

	Alex grasped at the comforter and writhed in heat, arching his back
and allowing Dillan easier access.  After ten minutes of this treatment, he
could take it no longer.

	"Fuck me," he whispered.

	Unfortunately, he had spoken the words in such a quiet, timid
manner that his partner did not hear the request.

	Dillan's tongue sank in again, a bit farther this time and as deep
as it was going to go.  Alex grunted single-mindedly and decided to be more
assertive.  He reached between his legs and grabbed a fistful of Dillan's
long, auburn hair, pulling his head upward in order to get his undivided
attention.

	"Fuck me...please..."

	There was desperation filling his eyes, but not a hint of
reluctance or embarrassment.

	"OK Puddles, I will," Dillan said softly.  "I wasn't expecting you
to enjoy that so much.  To be honest, I wasn't even sure you'd let me try
it."

	"No, it was really, really good," Alex corrected as his body
started to quiver.  "But I need you to fuck me.  Please Dillan - you know
how hard it is for me to say these things."

	"You have done this before, haven't you?  I mean, with those other
two guys..."

	"No," Alex answered while shaking his head.  "We never did this."

	"You've never been fucked before?"

	"Never..."

	"Then how do you know you're gonna like it?  If I hurt you, that'll
just kill me, dude."

	"Dillan," Alex pleaded.  "I KNOW I'm gonna like it.  Please just do
it."

	"How can you be so sure?"

	Frustrated by this holdup and already feeling the intensity of his
sexual energy beginning to drop due to this unwelcome conversation, Alex
put his hands over his face and took a deep breath, struggling to calm
down.  When he woke up this morning, he never imagined that he would end
the day by trying to convince his roommate to fuck him.

	"OK Dillan, we're still under the honesty rule, right?"

	"Yeah..."

	"And you won't tease me or make me feel embarrassed, right?"

	"Of course not - what is it?"

	After another breath to steady his nerves, Alex confessed.

	"I know I'm gonna like it because I own a toy.  I use it sometimes
when I jerk off.  Please don't say anything to make me feel bad."

	"Alex, there's nothing to feel `bad' about.  The way you're
talking, you make it sound like you just admitted to being a serial killer.
There's nothing awful about using a toy.  We gotta work on your hang-ups,
Puddles."

	"I don't think it's awful, it's just embarrassing."

	Dillan sighed and made a weary face, realizing that once again they
had returned to the "embarrassing" discussion.

	"There is NOTHING to be embarrassed about!  What is it anyway, some
kinda dildo or vibrator?"

	"It's just a dildo, nothing fancy."

	"Can I see it?"

	The boy's facial muscles tensed and his eyes clamped shut.  Knowing
Dillan the way he did, he realized there would be no way to refocus him
until he got to take a look.  Reaching for the nightstand, he slid open the
top drawer and retrieved his toy.

	Dillan's mouth dropped open.

	The latex dildo in his hand was at least nine inches long and
nearly as thick as a beer bottle.  As if just being seen holding it was
humiliating and shameful, Alex passed the toy to Dillan with as much haste
as possible.  Still overcome by the sheer size of the plaything, he rotated
the oversized tool in his hands, trying to comprehend how his buddy even
used such a thing.

	"Alex, do you really put this inside you?" he whispered.

	"Yes, I do."

	"How often do you do it?"

	"I don't know.  Maybe a couple times a week.  I don't use it every
time I jerk off but probably, yeah -- at least twice a week, sometimes
more."

	"It's so big," Dillan muttered.  "I'm feeling really inadequate
right now.  If you're used to this thing, you're not even gonna feel me,
dude!"

	"You shouldn't think that way.  I didn't intend to buy one that
big."

	"Huh?" Dillan asked, confused by this statement.  "What do you
mean?"

	"I bought it on the internet, OK?  It didn't look that big from the
picture."

	Dillan tried to suppress his laughter but that task proved
impossible.  The image of reserved, little Alex dildo shopping online was
just too funny.  Before he knew it, he was giggling like a schoolboy.

	"It's not funny!" Alex chided.

	"Oh, sure it is.  I'm positive the site told you how big it was.
Didn't you read the description first?"

	"Yes!  It's just that I didn't have a clear image in my head of
what nine inches would look like.  When they delivered the damn thing and I
saw it for the first time, I put it back in the box and didn't try to use
it for two months."

	"But eventually you did?"

	"Yeah..."

	"And you like it now, right?"

	"It takes me some time to get the whole thing inside and relax
enough to enjoy it.  But yeah, once I loosen up, I like it."

	From out of the blue, a diabolical gleam manifest itself in
Dillan's eyes and the corners of his mouth crept upward.

	"Do you wanna use it now?"

	"No, I don't!" Alex shouted in frustration.  "Dammit Dillan, that's
what you're here for!"

	Dillan moved to lie beside his roommate and pulled him close.  Both
of them were aware that this love-making session had temporarily run off
the rails and he wanted to offer some comfort to his discouraged partner.

	"Alex, calm down baby.  I just wanted to watch.  You do NOT need to
be embarrassed."

	"Why can't WE just do it?"

	"We will," Dillan reassured.  "But to be honest, I'm still worried
about hurting you.  If I know you're relaxed enough to take that thing,
I'll know you can take me without any problems."

	Alex didn't seem convinced.

	"I've already told you that I can take it," he argued.  "I don't
wanna use that thing while you're watching me.  It's humiliating."

	Knowing his buddy's objections were based on the assumption that
this was something to be embarrassed about, Dillan decided to approach this
roadblock a different way.  He remembered that Alex liked to follow orders,
recalling his earlier admission to being submissive.

	Perhaps he needed to make this less of a request and more of a
demand.  When he spoke next, the tone of his voice was much more serious
and his words left no doubt as to what he expected.

	"Alex, I WANT to see this and you ARE gonna do it for me.  If you
don't want to do it yourself, I'll do it for you.  Which is it gonna be?"

	For a brief instant it appeared that Alex would refuse this
directive.  But then, unbelievably, he snatched the dildo from Dillan's
hands.

	"You don't know what you're doing," he spat back.  "I'll do it
myself.  Hand me the lube outta the drawer."

	After passing the lubricant to his friend, Dillan watched as Alex
applied a liberal amount to both his asshole and the shaft of the bulky
latex toy.  Once the head was in position, Alex began exerting pressure
while jiggling the device somewhat in an effort to relax the ring of
muscle.  Ultimately, the modest force he was using became strong enough to
overcome the resistance provided by his sphincter.  The fat, bulbous head
of the dildo disappeared inside.

	The boy shut his eyes and winced at the initial discomfort, causing
Dillan to become alarmed, fearful that he had pushed his playmate into
doing something foolish.

	"Does it hurt?  Oh god, I would never have made you do this if I'd
known it was gonna hurt that bad.  Stop!  You don't have to keep going."

	Alex stared up at his roommate, surprised by the young man's
naïveté.

	"Dillan, it always hurts at first.  Like I said, I bought one
that's too big.  But I can take it, I just need a minute."

	In fact, it took almost five minutes, but eventually the entire
shaft of the oversized dildo was buried balls-deep inside his buddy.
Spellbound by this display, Dillan watched throughout the insertion, his
expression one of absolute amazement.  In an effort to monitor Alex's
progress and his level of comfort at the same time, Dillan's eyes
repeatedly darted back and forth between the toy and his partner's face.

	"How do you feel?" he asked once the final inch had vanished.

	"Full..."

	"I mean, does it feel good?"

	"Yeah, it does," Alex admitted.  "I can't believe you're just
sitting there watching me do this."

	"Man, your dick is SO -- FUCKING -- HARD!"

	"I know, I know - I told you I liked it.  Didn't you believe me?"

	"Yeah, I believed you.  But this is incredible.  Do you just leave
it parked like that or do you move it around?"

	"Not until I get used to it.  It's too big to just start ramming it
in and out.  Don't you know anything?"

	Despite his inexperience with the dynamics of submission and
dominance, something about the attitude Alex used when speaking that last
sentence caught Dillan's attention.  The disrespectful nature of the
statement "Don't you know anything?" seemed irreconcilable with his claim
of being a submissive.  Because he did not wish to disrupt his buddy's
concentration or make him nervous, Dillan resisted the urge to question
Alex regarding this issue.  He did, however, make a mental note to discuss
it later.

	There were far more important things on Dillan's mind tonight.

	"Do I need to be doing something?" he asked, feeling a little
useless.  "Is there anything I can do to make it easier?"

	Without delay, Alex provided an answer.

	"Lie down and kiss me."

	To Dillan, who had yet to reveal the true extent of his feelings,
those were the most beautiful words Alex had ever spoken.  He reclined on
the bed and embraced the young man at once.  After only a few minutes of
adoring kisses, he sensed motion and realized that Alex was extracting the
dildo from his asshole.  Once the first few inches of the shaft were
exposed, Alex gradually reinserted the toy.  As it sank back in, his body
responded to the sensation, his back arching and his tongue forcing its way
deeper into his roommate's mouth.

	Dillan lifted his head and whispered...

	"Can I do it?  Hold it, I mean?"

	"Yeah, just be careful.  You gotta go slowly at first.  You'll know
when I'm ready to go faster."

	Without changing positions, Dillan reached for the latex testicles
at the base of the dildo, freeing his friend's hands from that task.  Alex
responded by placing them behind Dillan's head and pulling him closer,
choosing to prolong the intimacy they had been sharing.

	After a while, Dillan sensed his companion was ready for more.
Using as much care and caution as he could muster, he began to increase the
pace at which he extracted and reinserted the toy, monitoring Alex's body
language throughout for signs of discomfort or pain.

	There were none.

	When their lips separated and Dillan looked at his playmate, the
pleasure this activity was providing was unmistakable, the boy's facial
features leaving no doubt as to the enjoyment he was experiencing.

	In addition, there was a new hunger burning in his eyes.

	"Is this OK?" Dillan whispered.  "This speed, I mean?"

	"Yeah, it feels really good."

	"What do you want me to do now?"

	That might have been the most dim-witted question Alex had ever
heard, but he was not thoughtless enough to say this out loud.  Instead, he
simply grinned, looked at his partner, and said with no small measure of
conviction...

	"Dillan, I want you to fuck me.  I want you inside me."

	With perfect gentleness, Dillan extracted the dildo and placed it
aside.  He then moved between Alex's legs and prepared to consummate this
new phase of their relationship.

	"Wait," he asked abruptly.  "Where do you keep your rubbers?"

	Alex groaned in frustration at yet another delay.

	"Dillan, I don't have any rubbers."

	"That's OK.  I've got some in the other room."

	Dillan was off the bed in a flash, tearing through the living room
at breakneck speed.  He threw open his wardrobe doors and after a brief
search returned to his companion.

	For some yet unknown reason, Alex appeared preoccupied, as if he
was engaged in serious thought.

	"What's wrong?" Dillan asked.

	"Dillan," Alex said timidly.  "If I say this, I'm not sure what
you're gonna think of me, but I need to say it anyway.  Please don't think
I'm a bad person."

	"I would never think that about you.  What is it?"

	The boy's facial muscles tightened into a grimace before speaking.

	"I don't want you to use a rubber."

	To say that Dillan was stunned would be a gross understatement.

	"Puddles, that doesn't sound like you.  And it's really
irresponsible.  You shouldn't let guys fuck you without a condom."

	"Goddamnit Dillan!  What `guys' are you talking about?" Alex yelled
in aggravation.  "It's you, alright!  I've known you for over a year.  I
have this image in my head of what my first time would be like and it
doesn't involve a rubber."

	"What are you talking about?  What image?"

	"Oh my god," Alex cried out.  "You talk more than any man I've ever
met!  Anybody else would've fucked me an hour ago!"

	He took a deep breath and tried to calm down before explaining.

	"Look Dillan, I've known I was gay since I was thirteen and I knew
I was a bottom before anything ever went inside me.  And like most people,
I dreamed of what my first time would be like."

	"OK then, tell me.  How did you imagine it would be?"

	"It's mostly just sappy, stupid, romantic stuff.  I'd meet a
wonderful guy and start dating him.  We'd fall in love.  One night
everything would be perfect and we would finally have sex.  Since I loved
him so much, knew him so well, and trusted him so completely, in my fantasy
we never used a rubber.  I did not want anything between me and the man I'd
fallen in love with.  But the whole thing is just an idiotic, childish
dream, Dillan -- absolutely unrealistic.  It is NEVER gonna happen that way
and I gave up on it years ago.  And yes, maybe I am being irresponsible.
But you asked me to explain.  So there, that's why I don't want to use a
condom."

	Surprise was not the only sentiment displayed on Dillan's features
as he listened to his best friend's long-held dream.  There was also
sadness present in his eyes, heartache from the poignant knowledge that
Alex had given up all hope of ever fulfilling his fantasy.

	"Oh Alex," he slowly whispered.  "I can't do this now."

	"What?" the boy responded, his voice sounding desperate.

	"I can't fuck you tonight.  We can't go through with this, not
now."

	"Why, because of that stupid story?"

	"It's not stupid, Alex!" Dillan corrected.  "I can't let your first
time happen like this, not after what you just told me."

	For a moment, it looked as if Alex was about to cry.

	"Dillan, I've waited twenty-eight years for this!"

	"Then twenty-eight years and one day won't kill you," Dillan
instantly shot back.  "Besides, it's starting to get late.  I need time to
think.  Listen, we'll do it tomorrow.  I promise.  Remember, we still have
all day tomorrow."

	"Oh god..." Alex moaned.

	"Do you need to cum before we go to sleep?"

	"No!" Alex answered using a rather belligerent voice.  "I don't
feel like it anymore!"

	"Fine, then go to bed.  You didn't sleep well last night and I'm
sure you're exhausted."

	Annoyed beyond words, Alex crawled under the sheets and turned his
back to his roommate, not certain he even wanted to look at the man again
today.  Dillan hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

	Though Alex assumed Dillan was returning to the living room to
sleep on the futon, in truth he was simply going to retrieve his pillow and
returned to the bedroom almost at once, lifting the sheets and snuggling up
beside his infuriated best friend.

	"You're pissed off at me, aren't you?" he asked.

	"Yes," Alex answered unequivocally.

	"I promise to make this up to you.  Do you still trust me -- even
though you're mad at me?"

	Dillan heard Alex sigh in the darkness of the small room.

	"You know I do."

	"Good.  Then try to get some sleep, Puddles.  I need to think about
what to do tomorrow."

	Dillan wrapped his arm around his roommate, pulling the young man
into himself as close as possible.  Alex responded by relaxing and giving
up a small portion of the hostility he felt.  Dillan began to laugh softly
under his breath when he realized Alex was grinding his hips backward into
his crotch, on a clear mission to somehow still convince his companion to
fuck him tonight.

	"It's not gonna happen, Puddles.  Knock that shit off..."

	Though he stopped for a short while, not ten minutes had elapsed
before Alex was once again pushing back into his exhausted buddy.  This
time, Dillan slipped his hand under the sheets and smacked Alex's bare
backside.  The slap scarcely hurt but it did surprise him and the loud
sound reverberated off the walls of the room.

	"Keep doing that and I'll just go sleep on the futon," Dillan
threatened.  "I swear to God, I will.  GO - TO -- SLEEP!"

	Though still aggravated, Alex was indeed worn out.  Because of
this, he fell asleep faster than he thought possible.

	Dillan stayed awake much longer, his mind fully engaged, swirling
with ideas on how to make tomorrow the most wonderful, memorable day of his
best friend's life.


CHAPTER SIX -- FIRST DATE

	"Wake up, Puddles.  We got a big day ahead..."

	Though his head felt heavy as a block of cement, Alex lifted it
from the comfort of his pillow and opened his eyes.  Dillan was staring
down at him, a foolish grin pasted across his face.  The lethargic young
bottom dropped his head again and tried to pull the sheet up.

	"Go away," he groaned.

	"See, you don't like being woke up this early either.  Payback's a
bitch.  Get the hell up, dude.  I've made plans for us today."

	Understanding that it was in his nature to comply, Alex tossed back
the sheet and rose to his feet.  His rock-hard morning erection jutted out
lewdly from his hips but there was not a hint of embarrassment to be found
on his face.  His head was cocked sideways, his eyes squinty, his hair an
absolute mess, and his mouth was hanging somewhat ajar, all indications he
was nowhere close to being fully awake.

	"I thought we were staying home today," he complained.

	"Nope, I changed my mind," Dillan informed his weary roommate.
"I'll tell you about it later.  But first we need to take a shower."

	Dillan grabbed Alex by the hand and pulled him across the hallway
in the same manner an excited child would use to drag a playmate to witness
something extraordinary.  While his friend started the water and waited for
it to warm, Alex noticed two fresh towels stacked on the tank of the
toilet.

	"Are we taking a shower together?" he asked.

	"Yeah..."

	"Oh," Alex muttered while continuing to stare at the towels, his
vacant expression evidence that his mental faculties were still not
operating at peak efficiency.  "You may not believe this, but I've never
actually showered with another guy before."

	"Me neither, dude -- outside of gym class, I mean," Dillan answered
as he tested the water temperature again.  "But I bet this is gonna be a
lot more fun."

	When he turned to flash a quick smile at his roommate, he found
Alex smiling too.

	"You're something else, Dillan," he said while shaking his head,
still unable to grasp how something as simple as his best friend's smile
could so influence his mood.  "So what have you got planned for today?"

	"I'll tell you after the shower.  Come on, the water's ready."

	The couple was soon locked in a sweltering morning embrace as the
water cascaded over their bodies.  Lathered hands meandered along their
torsos with exploring, feeling, and caressing being the primary goals,
rather than mundane cleanliness.  Ultimately, their lips met and each
became lost in the essence of the other, two men joined in what seemed to
both as perfection manifest in this small, partitioned corner of their
world.

	Knowing they were spending too much time in the shower given his
plans, Dillan reluctantly released his roommate and helped him rinse.  The
pair then exited the stall, toweled one another dry, and moved toward the
sink.

	"What are we gonna do today?" Alex asked again.

	Dillan turned to face his new boy, his eyes and facial features
beaming.  He decided it was time to answer that question.

	"We're going on a date," he responded with enthusiasm.

	"...A date?"

	"Yeah, I wanted us to go somewhere together."

	"Dillan, I sorta wanted to stay home with you today," Alex whined.
"Besides, we go places together all the time."

	"You're right, we do," Dillan admitted.  "But we've never been
anywhere as a couple.  Today, we're going on a date."

	"Where are we going?"

	"I'm taking you to that new aquarium exhibit they built down at the
beach.  You know the one.  You've been talking about it for the last two
months."

	"The beach is almost two hours from here!" Alex objected.  "And
you're not interested in that kinda thing.  Why do you want to go there?"

	Questions such as this often left Dillan puzzled.  How could Alex,
with his razor-sharp intellect and superior education, be so oblivious when
it came to emotions?  Given all that had happened this weekend, Dillan felt
the reason should be obvious.  He lifted Alex's chin in his hand, forcing
him to look up, and proceeded to explain the motivation behind his plans.

	"Listen, Alex.  When a guy plans a date, he tries to think of
something the person he likes wants to do.  So that's what I did.  You've
been talking about how much you want to see that place, so that's where I'm
taking you."

	Unable to read between the lines, Alex initially failed to
appreciate the sentiment behind those words.

	"Are they even open on Sunday?" he asked.

	"Yes, yes, yes -- you're asking too many questions, Puddles.  I've
already been online.  They open at eleven on Sundays.  If we leave soon, we
can drive out there, view the exhibits, come home, and still have time for,
well...you know, other things."

	Alex raised a single eyebrow.

	"Unless you change your mind again," he said with a hint of venom.

	Dillan took no offense.  He knew that last night's aborted attempt
at love-making was still a source of irritation for his roommate and had
every intention of making it up to him.

	"Believe me, Puddles.  Today's the day," he reassured the young
man.  "Let's get ready so we can leave."

	As Alex began his grooming ritual, he gave some thought to Dillan's
plans, realizing this gesture might be the most considerate thing anyone
had ever done for him.  While standing beside his long-limbed roommate, he
stared at his reflection in the mirror, watching him as he shaved.

	For the first time since they'd known one another, he felt an
indisputable yearning for this man.  It no longer mattered that his hair
was too long or that he was overly skinny.  Even his numerous tattoos,
which until now Alex had found repulsive, seemed exciting somehow - as if
the combination of markings uniquely identified the man beside him as
Dillan.

	And this fact alone made them worthy of admiration.

	"Are you gonna get ready or just stare at me all day?" Dillan asked
as he finished his shave.

	Alex chuckled a bit when he realized he'd been caught watching with
such intensity.

	"I was just looking at your tattoos."

	"Please don't start in on me about that.  I know you don't like
them."

	"No, Dillan - that's not it.  I was curious about them, that's all.
The armband on your bicep, does it mean anything?"

	"Not that one.  It's just a tribal pattern I thought looked cool."

	"Could you turn around and face me for a second?"

	Alex lifted his hand to Dillan's chest and traced the circular
tattoo on his left pectoral with a single finger, his touch light and
feathery.

	"I've seen this figure before but I can't remember what it's
called."

	"It's a yin-yang symbol, Alex.  And what's it matter?  You hate
them."

	"I don't HATE them.  I just don't understand them."

	The fingers glided across Dillan's chest to the other side, grazing
his nipple along the way, before moving upward to his shoulder.

	"This one's a phoenix, right?"

	"That's right..."

	"What about these Chinese-looking symbols?  You've got one on your
chest and another one in the small of your back."

	"They're called `kanji', Alex."

	"OK, but what do they mean?"

	"The one on my back stands for sadness."

	Alex appeared confused.

	"Why would you want the word `sadness' tattooed on yourself?"

	Dillan's voice took on a somber, serious quality as he answered
this question, the words soft and subdued.

	"Alex, it's on my back where I can't see it.  Sadness is behind me,
which is where sadness belongs..."

	The boy stared up in wonder upon hearing these words, his eyes
revealing the new measure of respect he had for this man.  He had never
before heard his friend speak in this manner.  It was a simple statement,
yet one with profound implications.  Dillan may have selected the tribal
pattern for appearance sake alone, but these other symbols appeared to
carry an enormous amount of meaning for him.

	"What does the, what did you call it - `kanji', on your chest
mean?" he asked in a hushed voice, one that now conveyed substantially more
deference.

	"That one means `love', Alex.  Sadness is behind me, love is in
front of me.  That's what I want out of life and that's why I had them put
there.  They help keep me pointed in the right direction.  I know that if I
look back, I'll find sadness.  And if I look in front of me -- well, you
know what I'll find."

	It was not lost on Alex that at this very instant, his roommate was
looking at him.

	"I wish I'd known that before," he whispered, almost afraid to
speak out of fear of ending this moment prematurely.  "Dillan, that's
beautiful."

	His roommate seemed unconvinced.

	"Ahhhhh, you still don't like the way they look."

	"They're starting to grow on me," Alex admitted.  "Especially now
that I know what they mean."

	Dillan shot his buddy a suspicious glance.

	"Is this some kinda trick?  You just want us to stay home all day,
don't you?  If you think you can charm your way outta this date, little man
- you're mistaken.  Now finish getting ready so we can leave."

	Alex had, of course, been speaking the truth.  Dillan's bodily
attributes, even his tattoos, were now associated with Dillan's
personality, which Alex had already grown to admire.  The two were now
linked in his mind and could not be easily separated.

	Though he was unprepared to admit it this morning, not to himself
or to Dillan, a transformation was occurring, one that would change the
trajectory of his entire life...

	Alex was falling in love.

	As the young man considered the change in his feelings toward
Dillan, he attempted to reach for his hair products.  His companion
intervened at once.

	"Whoa, whoa, whoa...  Don't put that stuff in your hair.  What's
wrong with the way it looks now?"

	"Dillan, I just got out of the shower.  It looks crazy."

	"It doesn't look crazy.  Just lower your head and shake it out
some."

	Alex did as instructed, feeling a bit silly as he flung his hair
around in every direction.  After several vigorous shakes, he snapped his
head back up and looked in the mirror.

	"See," Dillan noted with pride, "it looks fine just like that."

	"No, it doesn't!  I need to fix it."

	Dillan grasped his roommate's shoulders.  He flashed the boy a
stern but loving look.

	"Listen, you aren't gonna run into anyone you know today.  Please
do this for me.  I think you look cute like this."

	"You do?"

	"Yes!  It looks like you don't care as much, like you're more of a
free spirit.  If you want to look like a church deacon tomorrow when you go
back to work, that's fine by me.  But I'd really like you to wear it like
this today.  What do you say, Alex...please?"

	"If it means that much to you, then I guess I can tolerate it."

	"Nice, you should wear your contact lenses too."

	"Why?"

	"Alex, I'm taking you out on a date.  I want to see my date's eyes.
You have amazing eyes and I never get to see them behind your glasses."

	Having finished his own preparations, Dillan exited the bathroom,
leaving Alex alone and puzzled as to what had gotten into his roommate.  He
craned his neck and yelled across the hallway...

	"Why are you acting so romantic this morning?"

	The response that came echoing back was simple.

	"I wouldn't be much of a boyfriend if I wasn't..."

	Though taken aback by Dillan's use of the word "boyfriend", Alex
shook it off and finished getting ready.  After returning to the bedroom,
he discovered his roommate had taken the liberty of selecting the clothing
he was to wear for their date.  While the attire was appropriate, it was a
bit more laid-back than he would have preferred.  However, given that he
was still under the influence of whatever magic seemed to be flowing
between them this morning, he chose not to protest and slipped into the
preselected items.

	Once in the car, Dillan's odd behavior continued.  After leaving
the city limits and merging onto the interstate, he reached for Alex's hand
and pulled it onto his thigh.  There he held it firmly but with the same
gentleness that was his trademark.

	Despite being gay and twenty-eight years old, Alex had never held
hands with another guy.

	"Why are you doing that?" he asked in amusement.

	"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you?  We're on a date!
This is what people do when they like each other."

	Nearly two hours later they arrived at the newly-built aquarium
complex.  Dillan could not help but be astounded at the child-like wonder
that filled his friend's eyes.  This tourist destination was
state-of-the-art and for a biology geek like Alex it was the perfect choice
for a date.

	Relaxed and in his own element, Alex guided Dillan through the
exhibits, talking non-stop, providing detailed explanations of the various
species they encountered and about seawater ecosystems in general.  Many of
his words went over Dillan's head but that did not seem to matter to either
of them.

	Dillan's focus was the man with whom he'd fallen in love.  To see
his Alex this excited, this joyful, over something that was his idea,
something conceived especially for the object of his affection, made his
spirit swell.

	When the two young men arrived at the end of the exhibit, they
found it to be the most impressive sight yet - an absolutely colossal
salt-water environment with a long, winding arch tunneling underneath.  As
they entered the passageway, the couple was surrounded on all sides and
from above by the majesty of the sea creatures and plant life thriving
inside.  Alex's jaw hung half-open throughout their unhurried walk,
marveling at the design and basking in the experience of being here.

	Near the mid-point of the tunnel, Alex stopped and began to explain
the human-engineered coral reef he was admiring, how though it looked like
a plain rock formation, it was in fact a colony of living creatures.

	Dillan did not hear a word.  This was not due to boredom.  He was
merely concentrating on something else.

	His eyes were focused on Alex's face as if trying to commit every
inch of it to memory, never wanting to forget the smallest blemish,
identifying mark, or imperfection that made that face his own.  Once Alex
became aware of the way his friend was looking at him, he seemed to become
ill at ease.

	"Why are you staring at me like that?" he whispered discreetly.

	The time had come.  In this moment, Dillan realized he was
incapable of holding back his feelings.  Though he was uncertain how his
date would react to this news, the self-control required to go on hiding
this secret was no longer within his grasp.

	"Because I love you..."

	"What?" Alex chuckled nervously.

	Dillan lowered his head, looking down at his large feet and
laughing under his breath, amused by his friend's response.  He then peered
back up and asked a question.

	"Alex, have you ever had your IQ tested?"

	"Yeah, I've been tested several times."

	"What is it?"

	"The exact score is different each time, but it usually falls
between 155 and 160."

	"So you've got an IQ of 160 and you still haven't figured out that
I'm in love with you?"

	For once in his life, the rational, logical portion of Alex's mind
shut down, like a computer struck by lightning.  The walls he had erected
over these many years to protect himself from this kind of intimacy were
blown apart in an instant, as if those words had some unspeakable ability
to pierce this barrier.  But mere words were not the sole reason for this
breakthrough.

	No, the true power of this revelation was found in the combination
of the words, the breathtaking place in which they were spoken, and most
significantly, the fact that Dillan had been the one to speak them.

	Alex had never before told anyone that he loved them, at least not
in a romantic context.  He was preparing to do just that when he was
distracted by movement from his roommate.

	Dillan reached inside his pocket and extracted his cell phone,
lifting it upward and holding it at arm's length.

	"What are you doing?" Alex asked.

	"I'm gonna take a picture of us on our first date."

	Alex shifted his gaze toward the phone at the end of Dillan's
extended arm and prepared to smile for the picture.  His new boyfriend,
however, was looking around to make certain the coast was clear for what he
had planned.

	"Puddles," he whispered.

	When his head turned in response, Dillan moved in quickly and
kissed him, at the same time pressing the button on his phone to capture
the picture.  He'd naturally assumed that kissing in public like this,
clandestine though it was, would cause his best friend to pull away at
once.

	He was wrong.

	Instead, Alex began to kiss back.  Dillan pressed the button on his
phone repeatedly throughout this embrace, hoping against hope that at least
one of the pictures from the out-dated device would turn out nice enough to
keep.  Only a discrete but firm "uhmm-uhmm" caused them to separate.

	The startled young men had been caught red-handed by an aquarium
employee who was flashing the couple a rather disapproving scowl.

	"Move along, boys..." the older man said brusquely.

	"Yes sir," answered Alex.  "We're sorry, sir."

	Resuming their stroll through the tunnel, giggling as they went,
not even Alex was interested in the exhibit any longer.  Once they reached
the exit and re-emerged into the open space of the aquarium complex, Dillan
lowered his lips to his boyfriend's ear and whispered...

	"Why don't we go home and fuck?"

	Though Alex had enjoyed his time here and could have stayed all day
under the right circumstances, today was NOT THAT DAY!  They were back in
the car and headed home five minutes later.

	Once they hit the interstate, Dillan turned to his buddy to ask a
question.

	"Is your dick hard?"

	"Yeah..."

	"Are you dripping yet?"

	"Of course..."

	While trying to keep one eye on the road, Dillan peered at his
roommate's crotch.  A curious expression grew across his face.

	"I don't see any spots.  As much as you leak, I thought they'd be
showing by now.  What's going on?"

	Alex seemed a little self-conscious, but he trusted Dillan enough
to tell him the truth, in spite of his discomfort.

	"I wasn't sure what you had planned for today so I put a paper
towel in my underwear.  You know, in case I got excited.  I didn't want to
get embarrassed out in public."

	Dillan broke into a fit of wild hysterics, cackling uncontrollably
at this admission.  Realizing the humor of the situation, and knowing the
laughter was not derisive, Alex took no offense.

	"Well, we're not in public anymore.  Reach inside your shorts and
get rid of that thing - right now, boy!"

	Alex's mouth fell ajar and his eyelids flew wide open.  It was not
the instruction he found so shocking.  Rather, it was Dillan's choice of
words.

	"Did you just call me `boy'?"

	"Damn, I guess I did.  Where the hell did that come from?  Does it
bother you?"

	"It's no worse than `Puddles'..."

	Dillan eyed his companion suspiciously.

	"Wait a minute -- you LIKED it, didn't you?"

	"All I'm saying is that I don't mind if you call me that."

	While considering this new piece of information, Dillan tried to
get his roommate back on task.

	"Well then, BOY," he said with emphasis.  "I was serious about
pulling out that rag.  Go on now, get rid of it."

	Alex reached inside his shorts to remove the saturated paper that
had been sopping up precum ever since their kiss inside the aquarium
tunnel, the cause of his current wetness.  That intimate act, along with
the anticipation of what was to come, had the boy dripping in a way that
was excessive, even for him.  Unsure of what to do with the soggy towel, he
simply wadded it up and placed it in the cup-holder.

	"Alright," Dillan continued.  "I want those shorts wet by the time
we get home.  Think you can do that, Puddles?"

	"Yeah," Alex admitted while squirming in his seat.  "But what do
you want me to do?  Play with it through my shorts?"

	"No, don't touch it.  Just think sexy thoughts while we're driving.
Try thinking about my feet or how much you're gonna enjoy me fucking the
daylights outta you once we get home."

	At the mention of what was in store for later today, an unexpected,
jerky movement occurred inside Alex's shorts.  A tiny spot soon developed
where the sticky tip of his stubborn erection was straining against the
fabric.

	"Nice, now we're talking," Dillan said.  "Take off your shirt."

	"What?"

	"Alex, you're a guy!  There's nothing illegal about riding in a car
without a shirt on.  Besides, it's just us and I want to look at you."

	"You're not gonna ask me to take off anything else, are you?"

	"No, nothing else," Dillan reassured his anxious buddy.  "Well,
take off your shoes too.  But that's it, I promise.  I want you to leave
the shorts on so I can watch them get wet."

	"Why do you like that so much?" asked Alex while struggling to
remove his t-shirt and slip off his sneakers.

	"...Because it's fucking hot, dude!"

	Dillan reached across the seat and grasped Alex's solid cock
through his shorts, milking it twice before returning his hand to the
steering wheel.  The spot on his friend's shorts promptly tripled in size.

	"Just a little something to jump-start this process," Dillan said
with an impish grin.  "Are your nipples sensitive?"

	"Yeah..."

	"Then play with `em while we drive.  Just don't touch your shorts."

	"Are you serious?"

	"It'll make you drip more, won't it?"

	"I guess, but what if someone sees me?"

	"Look around you, man!  It's Sunday afternoon.  There's not a car
in sight.  Please.  You don't know how much this turns me on."

	Though reluctant to put on such a display, Alex consented to this
request in an effort please his roommate.  As his fingertips began to graze
his nipples, he closed his eyes and sucked in his breath.  Just seconds
later, Dillan noticed his boyfriend's erection twitching with increasing
force inside his shorts, the acrobatic leaps and contractions depositing
additional prefuck into the fabric.

	About twenty minutes later, Dillan had an inspiration.  Without
stopping the car, he casually toed off his sneakers and exposed his bare
feet, allowing the scent to fill the interior of the vehicle.  He then
placed the aging shoes on the dashboard in front of Alex, right in front of
the windshield vents.

	The effect was all but instantaneous.

	The look on the boy's face was priceless.  He took a deep breath,
trying to capture the vapors wafting past his face.  Unable to control his
escalating need, he reached for a sneaker.

	"No dude, just look at `em," Dillan corrected.  "Keep both hands on
your nipples.  But if you want, I can turn on the dashboard fan."

	"Yeah, please..."

	Alex looked as if he was about to spooge in his shorts.  The
relentless teasing of his nipples, combined with the musky aroma he craved
so much, were playing an agonizing game with his mind and body.  A
significant share of his crotch was now damp, the wet fabric powerless to
conceal the rigid outline of his gooey, pulsing prick.

	"Lean forward in the seat a little," Dillan instructed.  "You know,
with your face closer to my shoes."

	Once Alex complied with this command, Dillan slipped his right hand
down the back of his boyfriend's shorts, using his fingers to grope around
for the hole.  The worried young bottom protested at once.

	"No Dillan, don't!"

	"Why?"

	"Because it's starting to look really obvious what we're doing."

	"Again, Puddles - there is NO traffic.  I'll stop if I see another
car."

	"But I'm not..."

	"What, clean?" Dillan interrupted as if reading the boy's mind.
His tone left no doubt that he considered this an irrational concern.

	"Yeah," Alex responded with an uneasy grimace.

	"Dude, I'm not gonna stick my whole finger inside."  Dillan removed
his hand and pressed his thumb against the first joint of his middle
finger, holding it up in order for Alex to see.  "I'll only go in that
deep, I promise.  You're worrying too much."

	Without waiting for verbal consent, Dillan reinserted his hand and
felt around for the target.  Once it was located, he teased the aperture
for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from his partner.

	"Does that feel good?" he asked.

	"You know it does..."

	When the first segment of Dillan's middle finger slipped inside the
ring of muscle, Alex moaned in satisfaction.  The boy allowed this
violation without protest, his own fingertips still tenderly grazing his
nipples while he breathed from the column of air flowing past the sneakers
on the dash.  Dillan began to flex the joint of his invading digit,
creating a rocking sensation inside his roommate's asshole.  Within
minutes, Alex was panting from the waves of sexual heat that were
progressively beating back his modesty.

	His need to cum was becoming urgent.

	Having a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm was something Alex had
always wanted to experience.  His interest had been peaked after viewing
some amateur videos posted by guys who possessed that particular ability.
Despite his best efforts to replicate what he witnessed, success remained
elusive; he had never managed to master the technique.

	But this time was different.

	Though he was not touching his cock, the friction provided by his
soggy shorts, along with the involuntary spasms prompted by Dillan's
fingering, had him spiraling toward the edge of no return.  His balls began
to ascend within the confines of his scrotum and were soon intractably
clinging to the base of his prick.  Alex knew he was about to explode.

	Without warning, the finger was gone.

	"Car's coming," Dillan advised calmly.  "Lean back in the seat
until it passes."

	"Fuck," Alex muttered.

	"What?  Is something wrong?"

	"I was about to cum!"

	"...Seriously?"

	"Yes!  Couldn't you tell?"

	Dillan laughed.

	"Dude, I'm trying to focus on the road too.  I guess I wasn't
paying enough attention.  Do you want to keep doing it after this car goes
by?"

	"I don't know," Alex whined, genuinely torn.  "I need to cum but I
was hoping to wait until later, when we were..."

	"...fucking?" Dillan finished for him.

	"Yeah..."

	"You can nut more than once a day, can't you?"

	"Of course I can.  That was a dumb thing to ask."

	Dillan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  He did not want to
address that last remark, but knew instinctively that he should.  Alex had
spoken to him in a similar fashion last night, but Dillan had chosen to
ignore the comment at the time.  Though they had yet to discuss this
subject in any substantive way, he already knew what his boyfriend needed.

	This type of attitude required a mild correction.

	"Alex, do you respect me?"

	"Yes!  You know I do."

	"And do you really consider yourself submissive?  I mean, do you
WANT me to be in charge?"

	The boy winced at the question, squirming a bit in his seat prior
to answering.  But his words, once spoken, were truthful.

	"I do.  That's what I want."

	"Then you need to stop talking to me like that.  I'm not trying to
be mean, but I don't think saying `that was a dumb thing to ask' is
appropriate.  It's possible that I'm completely off base here, so you tell
me.  Was it?"

	An uncomfortable moment passed as Alex considered his response.

	"No Sir, it wasn't.  I'm sorry I said that."

	The boy's use of the word "Sir" had come out of nowhere and had
taken both of them by surprise.  Dillan glanced at Alex and noticed him
shaking, his breath coming in short gasps.  In addition, his cock was more
active inside his shorts than at any point thus far.  Dillan smiled,
thankful that he had trusted his instincts and taken the time to clear this
up.

	"You don't need to call me `Sir', Puddles -- at least not today,"
he said with a wink toward his companion.  "But you never answered my
question.  Do you want me to keep fingering you?  We've got at least
another hour on the road."

	"I'm still not sure."

	"Well, I'll leave it up to you.  If you want me to keep doing it,
just let me know."

	Once the vehicle responsible for this unwelcome interruption had
passed, the couple found themselves alone again on the deserted highway.
Alex's fingers returned to his nipples and his body responded at once,
leaving him stranded upon the same plateau of sexual arousal he had
experienced earlier.

	Still too shy and reserved to ask for what he wanted, he leaned
forward in the seat, providing ample room for his boyfriend's hand and
hoping he would take the hint.

	He didn't.

	During the last few days, Dillan had discovered he liked watching
Alex squirm, enjoyed witnessing the internal struggle to overcome his
feelings of embarrassment.  He knew exactly what message his friend's body
language was conveying.

	He also chose to ignore this message - for now.

	It took a full five minutes for Alex's modesty to fail him.

	"Dillan?" he whispered.

	"Yeah, what is it?"

	"Aren't you gonna, you know?"

	"Tell me what you want me to do, Alex.  Stop being so
self-conscious and just ask for it."

	The boy made a guttural sound, the vocalization resembling a cross
between a groan and a frustrated sigh, but he spoke the words anyway.

	"Put your finger back in me."

	"You got it, little buddy," Dillan answered as his hand slipped
down the back of his roommate's shorts.  "You gotta stop being afraid to
ask for what you want.  Promise me you'll work on that."

	"Alright, I promise," Alex agreed.  When Dillan's middle finger
found his asshole, he groaned.  "God, that feels so good!  Can you move it
some - like you were doing before?"

	Dillan began flexing the joint of his finger using the same
deliberate, teasing motion he had employed before.

	"Is that better?"

	"Yeah, fuck..."

	"Want me to make you cum like this or would you rather wait?  I
don't think you ever decided."

	"Make me cum," Alex grunted.

	"Are you sure?" Dillan taunted with a perceptive grin.  "You know
how big a mess that's gonna make."

	"Yeah, I know.  I just don't care anymore.  Please..."

	Dillan started moving his finger with additional energy and
enthusiasm, causing his over-heated boy to vocalize at full volume.  Alex
leaned forward, both to give his boyfriend's hand more room and to position
his face closer to Dillan's sneakers.  He began tensing and releasing the
stretched ring of muscle his roommate was so expertly manipulating,
intensifying his pleasure and causing his dick to rock back and forth
inside his sloppy shorts.  The gooey tip of his erection was grazing his
underwear on one side and his moist upper thigh on the other.  This
stimulation was enough to park him on the very edge of orgasm.

	And there he stayed for what seemed like an eternity.

	"Are you sure you can cum like this?" Dillan asked after beginning
to wonder if it was even possible.

	"Yeah, just stick it in a little deeper..."

	As soon as he felt the extra length sinking into him, Alex began to
cum.  A loud, primal scream escaped his lips, as if he was simultaneously
trying to inform Dillan of the intensity of this orgasm and to thank him
for it.

	From their current positions and with Dillan still trying to keep
one eye on the road, he was unable to see the crotch of Alex's shorts
during his climax.  He could, however, feel each strong, orgasmic pulse as
his roommate's asshole tensed repeatedly around his fingertip, the powerful
spasms causing him to imagine how they would feel massaging his dick later
that day.

	Once the last slugs of jizz had been emptied into Alex's shorts,
Dillan carefully extracted his finger and returned his hand to the wheel.
His spent partner took a few seconds to catch his breath, slumping backward
in the seat.  This gave Dillan the opportunity to glance at his crotch.

	It was an absolute mess.  The front panel was covered by an
enormous damp spot the size of a dessert plate.  But worse than that,
Alex's tortured erection had somehow managed to wriggle free of his
underwear, allowing the first couple of eruptions to fire off down the leg
of his shorts.  As a result, one side was speckled with expanding dark
splotches where the sticky semen was already being absorbed.

	Near the still-swollen, twitching head, several beads of
milky-white dick slime had been forced through the nasty cloth.  These were
clinging tenaciously to the outside, offering obscene confirmation of what
they had just done.

	"Alex, reach in my pocket and pull out my phone."

	"Huh?" the exhausted boy asked.  "Why?"

	"I want you to take a picture of your crotch."

	"No!  You can't take a picture of me like this!"

	"For god's sake, you don't have to get your face in the shot!  Just
take a few of your shorts.  There will be nothing in the photo to identify
you.  I want to remember this.  Come on, please..."

	Reaching across the seat, Alex pulled the phone from Dillan's
pocket and took a moment to figure out how to get the device into camera
mode.  Once this was done, he began snapping photos of his sloppy,
cum-sodden crotch.  He could barely believe he had done this at all - much
less that he was now documenting the event for future reference.

	After taking several different shots, he passed the phone to his
partner.  Dillan cautiously reviewed the results while trying to keep the
car on the road.

	"Nice," he whispered.  "My god, I think you must be about the
hottest guy on the planet."

	"You do?"

	"Believe it, Puddles..."

	In his mind, Alex only considered himself somewhat good-looking at
best.  Therefore, he knew Dillan's statement was not objectively true.  But
this did not matter.  His roommate was still speaking the truth.  For
Dillan, Alex was the "hottest guy on the planet".

	And this thought made Alex smile.

	Even more comforting was the realization that he felt the same
about the young man seated next to him.  Until this weekend, Dillan had
simply been his best friend and companion.  Now he was so much more.

	Dillan returned Alex's smile with a ridiculous, beaming grin of his
own.  In the silence of that wordless exchange, the full impact of what was
happening became real to each, something solid and tangible.  After today,
nothing between them would be exactly same.  Their lives were now
intertwined in a manner that could not be easily undone -- not that either
of them cared to try.

	"Clean up your shorts a little," Dillan ordered.  "We're about to
haul ass the rest of the way home..."

	After arriving at the apartment, the young couple proceeded
straight to the bedroom.  In no rush whatsoever, Dillan allowed Alex to
indulge himself at his feet for some time, enjoying the prolonged massage
and tender kisses to his toes.  Eventually, he tired of this activity and
decided his eager bottom would enjoy a good rimming as part of their
foreplay.  As had been the case yesterday, this was incredibly erotic for
Alex and he was soon begging Dillan to fuck him.  Though his words were
lewd and vulgar, they were spoken without the slightest speck of shame.

	But Dillan ignored his partner's insistent begging, choosing
instead to continue this tortuous tongue-fuck for nearly twenty minutes.
He was a patient man and wanted to extend this process, having discovered
that forcing his buddy to wait was unbelievably hot.

	The boy's frantic moaning was music to his ears.

	Once he had Alex on the very brink of orgasm, Dillan unexpectedly
stopped, leaving his partner panting and desperate.  Only then did he
decide the time had come to take their relationship to the next level.

	He moved to lie beside his best friend.  After pulling him close,
their faces only inches apart, Dillan looked at him with affection.  A
flash of wonder filled his blue-green eyes.  He could not believe that this
timid man, the one he had longed for these past many months was at last in
his arms.

	"Tell me the truth, Puddles," he said.  "Your dream, the one about
how your first time would be - does tonight come closer to matching it than
last night would have?"

	"It does, Dillan," the boy admitted.  "It really does.  But I can't
believe you went to all this trouble over a silly dream."

	"For the last time, Alex, it wasn't silly.  And you SHOULD believe
it.  That's how much you mean to me.  Do you forgive me for last night?"

	"Oh yeah, you are most definitely forgiven."

	Dillan rolled on top of his roommate, allowing his body weight to
bear down on him before initiating another adoring kiss.  Afterward, he
fumbled for the lubricant and applied a generous amount of the slippery
liquid to both his cock and Alex's hole, using far more than was necessary
out of fear of hurting the man beneath him.  Once his erection had located
the target, he pressed with just enough force to keep the tip in place
without breaching the opening.  This maneuver allowed Dillan to lower his
upper body, bringing the couple into an intimate proximity he felt was
appropriate for this moment...

	...their first fuck.

	He lightly touched the side of his boyfriend's face.

	"Look at me," he whispered.

	Once the boy's eyes were fixed on his own, Dillan began to push.

	Alex moaned when he felt the head of Dillan's cock spreading open
his ass, a moan that became louder still when the crown fully penetrated
him and he knew it resting inside.

	"Does it hurt?" Dillan asked.

	"No, it feels amazing.  Go deeper."

	"...Already?  I thought you'd need time to adjust."

	"Dillan, we've been fooling around all weekend!  I'm ready!"

	Alex wrapped his legs around Dillan's waist and, in a move that was
highly aggressive for him, began to use his own lower body strength to
force his friend inside.  Dillan was halfway buried in the warm, steamy
tunnel before he realized what Alex was doing.  Rather than object, he
allowed this remarkable behavior to continue, permitting the boy to pull
him forward, until at last he could sink no deeper.

	Another lewd groan escaped the bottom's lips in response to the
sensation of his boyfriend's pubic hair scratching against his ass.

	"Oh my god," Alex whispered.  "That feels incredible!"

	Dillan smiled from the knowledge that HE was the one responsible
for this expression of sexual bliss.  When Alex peered up and saw that
captivating smile, as well as those soft blue-green eyes, he felt the magic
in them, the influence they possessed to so alter his mood and pierce
through him, straight to the most heavily guarded areas of his psyche.

	In this position, Dillan was hovering over Alex.  His lengthy hair
had fallen forward, providing a frame for his face that made him appear
absolutely angelic.  Alex reached upward for that face, using his fingers
to brush back the long locks of reddish-brown hair, his palms in due course
coming to rest on the back of his lover's head, pulling him down in order
to kiss him again.

	Alex flexed the muscles in his legs, as if on a mission to force
still more of Dillan's cock inside.

	"It won't go any deeper, baby," Dillan whispered.  "I'm not hung
like that toy of yours."

	"I'm glad you're not that big.  But that's not why I did it.  I was
trying to let you know that I'm ready for you to fuck me."

	Using the same gentleness Alex had come to expect from his young
lover, Dillan extracted several inches of his cock and leisurely sank back
inside.  The boy reacted by engaging his hips and rocking back on the
unyielding erection as it bottomed out once more.

	"Do it again," he whispered.

	On and on this went, deliberate and measured in the beginning but
soon with increasing speed and passion.  For most of this time, the couple
remained locked in a loving embrace, lips forced against one another,
tongues exploring, giving in without reservation to the mixture of hunger,
affection, and desire that was rapidly consuming them both.

	"Go faster, Dillan," Alex begged.

	"Are you sure?  I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt you."

	"You won't hurt me, I swear.  Go as fast as you can.  I can take
it."

	Dillan found this request difficult to manage with the entire
weight of his upper body resting on Alex.  He rose somewhat, supporting
himself with his arms.  This gave his hips additional room in which to
maneuver and allowed for greater force behind his penetrations.  Soon he
was fucking faster than he had ever fucked in his life.  He watched closely
for signs of discomfort or pain, but there were none to be found.  Instead,
an expression of pure, uninhibited lust spread across the boy's features.

	This was all the confirmation Dillan required.  Alex wanted this --
no, he needed this.  The observation led to a conscious decision to stop
holding back.

	Dillan began to pound his lover in earnest.

	He glanced toward Alex's crotch.  His prick was ridiculously rigid,
the swollen shaft pulsing out of control.  Prejizz was pouring from the
slit, bead after sparkling new bead emerging each time Dillan bottomed out.
The novice top rose further, allowing his weight to be supported by his
knees, shins, and feet.  He dragged Alex toward him, impaling him deeply
and taking note of his buddy's reaction to this somewhat different angle of
thrust.

	The response pleased Dillan.  It was like an intermingling of
desperation and delight, frustration and frenzy.  Reaching between Alex's
legs, he grasped his boyfriend's cock and began to stroke in time to his
plunges.

	"Dillan, I don't want to cum yet.  I wanted to wait for you."

	"I know, and that's sweet," Dillan panted from above.  "But I'm not
gonna last much longer.  It's OK, Alex.  Go ahead and cum.  I wanna get you
off."

	After Dillan provided several more domineering thrusts as
incentive, Alex began shooting.  Though he couldn't produce as much jizz as
Dillan, nor as many individual contractions, he could easily get as much
distance.  When his orgasm started, Dillan had been holding it upward,
pointed toward the ceiling, causing the first steamy jet of semen to be
propelled in the same direction to a height surpassing that of Dillan's
head.  The milky stream separated into a multitude of distinct,
shimmering-white pearls during its downward plummet.  This initial wave of
juice had barely splashed onto Alex's abdomen before the second massive
eruption was jettisoned from his cock.

	This sight was too much for Dillan.  He was unable to stave off his
own orgasm while both watching this spectacle AND feeling his own cock
engulfed in the warmth of Alex's insides.  He released the boy's dick
mid-orgasm, allowing the remaining pulses of jizz to explode between them
hands-free, and fell back onto his boyfriend, raising his hips in
preparation for the final passionate assault he knew would finish him off.

	"I'm gonna cum, Alex," he whispered.

	After those words were spoken, the final portion of Alex's lifelong
dream came true.  He felt the hot, sticky semen of the man with whom he had
fallen in love filling his insides.  He groaned and arched his back,
forcing his ass onto Dillan as much as Dillan was forcing into him, torn
apart by the synchronized sensations of his own still-spurting erection and
the second blast of spooge exploding from his boyfriend's dick.

	Alex clamped down on that dick in an effort to gratify them both
and felt his ass being seeded.  Looking upward, he drank in the sight of
Dillan, totally in charge, hovering over his twitching, writhing body,
blasting his wet fuck deep inside his well-used opening.

	By the time Dillan had finished, Alex's ass could not contain the
volume of fluid that had been injected into him.  He felt the slippery jizz
flowing out around the shaft of the still-thrusting erection plowing his
hole.  He realized they should have used a towel, but forced thoughts of
the mess they were making from his mind.  This was just a newbie mistake,
one they could remedy next time.  For now, he wanted nothing to come
between him and indescribable contentment he felt from being underneath
this man.

	Panting, sweating, and now utterly spent, Dillan smiled down at his
lover, the joy pasted upon his sweet features impossible to miss.

	"How was it?" he asked.  His voice sounded hesitant, as if he was
unsure of the quality of his performance.

	"Amazing..."

	"Alex, I love you so much."

	The boy pulled Dillan forward.  He threw his arms around him,
digging his fingers into his back, still reveling in the sensation of the
slick cock resting inside his hole.  He wanted to tell Dillan he loved him
as well but was bothered to find himself thinking too much, reviewing his
emotions rather than expressing them.  Prior to Friday night, the two men
had been best friends, roommates, and companions.  Now only two days later,
much had changed - and changed quickly.

	While his over-active intellect wasted time analyzing their
circumstances, Alex thought his moment had passed.  He wrongly assumed that
saying "I love you" at this point would seem awkward or insincere.

	Though he despised himself for doing it, he allowed an
uncomfortable silence to fill the room.

	For Dillan, this quiet was heart-breaking.  He would never admit
such a thing to Alex, nor would he allow his companion to witness the ache
this caused.  On two separate occasions today, he had expressed through
words his profoundly felt emotions and had demonstrated the same through
his actions all day.

	Though his instincts told him Alex felt the same, he was desperate
for an affirmation.

	But for this, Dillan would have to wait.

	He recovered promptly from this pain, building a façade that was
already in place by the time he lifted his body from Alex's torso.  The
exhausted couple kissed goodnight before snuggling in close beneath the
sheets.

	As Alex's mind continued to spin, he decided to ask a question.

	"Dillan, what exactly are we now -- best friends or boyfriends?"

	He felt his partner's lips approach his ear.  A breathy whisper
answered his query.

	"Both..."


END OF PART TWO

OTHER STORIES BY RickyF -- All may be found by looking under that name in
the "Authors" section.

"Game Night" -- Completed -- Full text in archive.
"Manipulated" -- Completed -- Full text in archive.
"Brian's Visit" - Completed - Full text in archive.
"Fresh out of Training" - Completed - Full text in archive.
"Teaching Daniel" -- Completed -- Full text in archive.
"Camping with Joey" -- Only chapter one is posted.