Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 20:19:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Trevor Stewart <cujo5230@go.com>
Subject: Devin's Dream Comes True Part 9

Hey, thanks for the emails and the ideas, especially to Craig, Nightbird,
and Ehman Penn, you are the best.  I'm glad that you have hung in there; I
think the best is yet to come.

The same disclaimers are applicable here as they are anywhere else, blah,
blah, blah... Devin and Coleman are based on real characters (their names
have changed to protect them) in my life, but their actions are
imaginary. (However, I wish that they weren't!)

E-mail me about any comments or suggestions about the story at
cujo5230@go.com.

Chapter 9-

After the film and dinner, Devin planned to affix the tent, but as he
stepped outside, he realized it had become cool.  It was New England and
could be very warm during the day and cool down significantly during the
evening.  Devin ran upstairs to grab his Boston University gray hooded
sweatshirt off of his bed and put it on.  Then he started his project in
the rapidly darkening backyard; he set it up right next to the forest so it
was as far from the house as possible.  He definitely did not want his
parents to hear what the boys were up to when they play.  Devin wanted to
moan and scream as much as he could during his "playtime" with Coleman.
His fantasy was to wake up everything in the adjacent forest when he
climaxes in Coleman.

While Devin was setting up the tent, Coleman was in Devin's room and e
promised that he would be out as soon as possible, but he was looking at
the pornography he had stuffed in his duffel bag.  The boys in the pictures
were just about Devin's age, and they all had similar features: lanky, fair
skin, and blond or red hair.  Coleman was infatuated with red-haired boys;
he loved them to death, but blonde boys were just as good.  Devin fit all
of those characteristics, and Coleman could not believe he was going to
have so much fun with the boy of his dreams.

He started to rub his cock through his shorts and it started to grow.  He
wanted to unzip them and jack off and shoot right there, but he knew he
couldn't.  If he shot gallons and gallons into Devin's beautiful mouth, it
would be much better than his own right hand.  He knew he had to abstain
from his natural urges to climax; even though he knew he wanted to finish
himself immediately.  Coleman put the pornography back into his bag, picked
it up, and left the room.

Because of the pornography in his bag, Coleman had a strange feeling in his
gut and it felt like that was a burning hole in his bag.  He did not want
Mrs. Kelly to see the booze, cards, and pornography.  He went down the
stairs quickly without having his feet plop down on the stairs.  He made a
quick corner, left the house, and headed for Devin while he was finishing
up the tent.

Devin looked at Coleman strangely because he only had to bring his bag out,
but it took him almost ten minutes to go outside.  He wondered if...

"Coleman, what took you so long?"

Coleman looked as nervous as a scared cat, "Nothing...I just got m'...my
bag and...made sure I left nothing be-."

Devin interrupted, "Well did you...you know...to your boy pictures?"

"I know what you are thinking, and no, I didn't."

"Ok, I trust you."

"I had the natural urge to, but then I realized that you are the boy I
want."

Devin laughed at Coleman and because of his comment; Coleman blushed,
realizing he said too much.  "Oh Coleman," Devin said while laughing,
"You're too much for me to handle."

Coleman retorted back, "I know you can't handle me in bed."

"We'll see about that.  I'll give you a ride you'll never forget."

"Ok, I want to get it on, so let's stop fucking around..."

Coleman realized what he said.  There was a silence except for the crickets
in the background until the boys fell onto the ground laughing because of
Coleman's double meaning.  Devin went back to finishing the tent while
Coleman put his bag inside of it. Devin started to hurry as he knew that
after the sun set then temperature would drop even more quickly.  Devin
placed the last pole up, and he decided that it was good enough for their
uses.  As long as it doesn't collapse, that was good enough for him.  "I
think that we're all set, do you wanna go on in the tent?"

"Well..." Coleman trailed off, "We could just look up at the stars and talk
for a while, if you like that idea?"  "I think that's a great idea, well
because I just want to release my frus..." Devin realized that he backed
himself into a corner.  Now Coleman wants to find out why...

"Whoa," Coleman stopped Devin's thoughts, "what did you just say?"

"Well, I think I want to just stay things that I want to release..." Devin
sighed and then there was a long dramatic silence, "something is really
bothering me."

"Devin, you're my boyfriend, and I love you so you can be completely honest
with me.  If you weren't, then why should we be together?"

"Well, I think we should lie down; that'll make it easier to say what's on
my mind."

The boys went down on their knees and they lied back with their backs on
the cool, damp ground.  Since there was not much light interference, the
boys could see the stars shining brightly and the gibbous moon slowly
rising in the late evening sky.  The boys were apart from each other, but
then Coleman became closer to his boy.  The cool late summer night air
became more apparent and the natural instinct to come closer to another
person was in affect.  Soon, the boys were cuddling each other, looking up
at the peaceful sky.

"Coleman, this is so beautiful, I just want this to be like this forever."

"I definitely want time to freeze right now, but we'll have a great time
alone."

"Yeah..." Devin's eyes were starting to drift away from Coleman's because
he knew the inevitable was going to happen.

"Devin, I know this is ruining the moment, but what did you want to talk
about?  Once again, I mean that what you tell me will stay with us."

Devin became silent and looked as if he needed to relax himself in order to
say what he wanted.  Because of the dramatic pause, Coleman thought what
Devin was going to say was something extremely important.

"Well, here it goes...Coleman, when I first saw you, I loved you.  You were
so beautiful, I really thought that you and I together would mean the only
thing to me...and it does right now and it will always be.  The past
relationships I had really mean nothing to me, even then.  This one though,
does.  I love you."

Devin started to cuddle toward Coleman, "Oh that is so sweet of you.  When
I saw you two years ago, I thought you were the hottest boy in the entire
middle school.  I wanted to show you that I love you back then and
especially now."

"Since I love you, I need you to help me with some problems that I think
I'm going to encounter, you know?"

"Oh ok Devin, I'll try..."

Devin cut Coleman off in mid-sentence, "No, please do not leave me!"  Devin
made the individual words distinct.  His once confident mood and relaxed
body changed quickly to ones that were filled with fear.  He was now
holding himself against Coleman.  Devin had a chill down his spine; that
same chill was absorbed into Coleman's body, even through Devin's
sweatshirt.  The chill made Coleman confused and scared.

Coleman did not know what was going on; his emotions became off the scale
by Devin's bizarre actions.  He tried to come to some conclusion of what
was going on with Devin, but he could not.  He tried to brainstorm a list
of ideas that could have caused Devin to violently react.  What did Devin
have to tell him?  Was something wrong with him that he had not told
Coleman yet?  He remembered the sequence he had in the shower that previous
day and the ideas he came up with.  The misinterpretations of his mother,
his sexuality, and his misguided love were all possibilities, but Coleman
was unsure.

The ideas were racing through Coleman's mind a mile a minute.  At that
particular moment, Coleman realized that he could not abandon Devin.  He
had to keep him within his grasp; he could not lose him!  It was time to
believe what Devin's problems were, to accept them and to help him with the
consequences of their actions.

Coleman's voice became tender while he rubbed Devin's arms and chest,
"Devin, what is the matter? Please tell me!  Whatever you tell me stay with
us."

Devin did not respond immediately.  Devin's cheeks were collecting water
that was not from the dew on the grass; he was actually crying in Coleman's
presence.  Coleman was blown away by what was arising.  Even though he did
not know Devin for more than five days, it seemed that Devin was a trooper
and could hold his emotions.  He knew that something was conflicting within
Devin's self.  He held Devin tightly around his arms; wishing, hoping that
he would never run away from him.

Devin looked away from Coleman when he finally spoke, but his voice kept
trailing off, as if he was miles away from Coleman, "I think that you are
the only one who cares about me in this world.  I feel this sixth sense
that nobody even loves me... except for you."

"What do you mean, Devin?  You are so popular, and your parents love you, I
do not know..."

Devin's voice changed tones quickly from passive to assertive, "Coleman,
nobody does."

"Why doesn't anyone?"

Devin let out a sigh and he continued not to look at Coleman, like he was
hiding something, "My parents said to each other last night that they did
not want to have a gay son."  Devin's words were not completely coherent
because of the many emotions he was going through, "I'm their last son.
After me, nobody is left in my family.  I am SERIOUS that they will disown
me if they ever find out.  They would be so disappointed"

Coleman could not think of something that could combat against Devin's
powerful emotions.  The only thing he could do was to touch him.  The power
of touch is underestimated and Coleman thought it would alleviate the pain
for this occasion. He brushed his hands against Devin's upper body, trying
to soothe away his pain, as if his hands were sponges.  Time was lost; the
amount of time that passed by unnoticed could have been hours. Coleman
wanted to assuage Devin's worries away, even if it took all night.

"Devin, I think... no, I KNOW that your parents love you, especially for
who you are.  You cannot control the fact that you love me because I am a
boy.  Do you know who you like?"

Devin took a while to answer that question because he was unsure.  He was
scared at this point; he did not know how to respond.

Devin finally came up with an answer, "I think that I am bisexual...but I,
I...I'm unsure... I DON'T KNOW COLEMAN!"

Coleman could hear the deep sighs and the sobs coming from Devin.  It was
not like him to become as emotional as he was.

Coleman asked, "Do you ever have the urge to do a girl?"

Another period of time passed without a response, "Yeah I do, but not like
I do with boys.  I love boys Coleman, there is something about them that
make them seem so...so...beautiful!  I mean, is something wrong with me?"

Coleman thought up of a perfect idea, "Devin, nothing is wrong with you.
It is society who is wrong.  They do not understand that there are some
boys who like other boys, and that it is completely natural.  You cannot
control yourself loving a boy for his...ummm...features.  Devin, there is
nothing wrong with me and I want to do both boys and girls.  Is it any
different for you?"

"It's not that I'm different than you are, but but... I am just unsure
right now if my relationship with Rachel was really just a cover-up, or did
I have real physical and sexual attractions toward her?  I am so confused,
especially during the past few months.  Whenever I was with Rachel, if
there was a cute boy around at the shopping plaza or the beach, I would
rather take him down than Rachel, but I liked playing with her as well.  I
don't know Coleman, I JUST DON"T KNOW!!!!"

The waterworks started to flow down onto Devin's checks.  Even though many
emotions were being released, Coleman believed it was good for Devin
because he thought that nobody had heard of any of these concerns that
Devin had, until now.  He was probably the only one to understand what
thoughts were going through Devin because he was bisexual as well.

"Devin, you need to calm down.  Many boys go through this, even me.  I
decided that I was bi, and now you're telling me you are also bisexual.  It
is normal Devin, trust me.  Your parents will understand.  I bet you have
done much worse things during your childhood; this is not even a concern
for them.  They will understand and still love you."

There was dead silence, the crickets in the yard could be heard, until
Coleman spoke again, "Remember yesterday when you were so concerned about
how your mother treated you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Since you are their only child, they will take care of your needs.  I bet
they are concerned, but they will care if their only son is gay or bi.  If
you tell them, I think that they will help you more than anything."

Another stanza from sound occurred while Devin's concern with his parents
was subsiding.  However, tears still flowed like a stream in the woods.

Devin still could not talk coherently, "Try telling that to Phil, he is
getting his friends teaming up against me."

Coleman immediately became more concerned, "What's wrong with Phil?"

"Well, well, he is!  His friends used to be so chill with me, especially at
that big party I went to last week.  But for the last few days, they have
given me an evil look whenever I see them.  I think they ignore me since
Phil realized that he is not my most important friend anymore."

Coleman was lost, "Who is it, then?"

Devin's voice was still as weak as a small child's, "It's...you!" Devin
finally looked up into Coleman's eyes.  "Coleman, do you know what this
means?  I think Phil knows that I love you and I'm gay.  He is probably
spreading around rumors to all of his friends, and then they will spread it
to their friends.  Pretty much the whole school, except for the open gay
and bi kids, will take me down."

Devin sighed and the stream of tears continued to flow, but Coleman heard
his meek voice again, "You know what?"  Devin said the following line like
a speech from General Chamberlin, "I'm going to take the punishment because
I want to do what I need rather than what others think I should.  I love
you that much Coleman.  Nobody will ever take me away from you."

"I love you too Devin.  You mean the world to me and I want to get through
this with you.  But how do you know that he knows?"

Devin sighed again and went into a passive voice, "Well, I think he got the
idea when we started to hang out with each other...a lot, especially when
it was just us two alone during the breaks.  We have been best friends for
years, so he wondered why I rather spend time with another boy if he is
already my best friend.  Then I think that my breakup with Rachel was
another idea."

"Devin, that is pretty strong.  Do you really believe that?"

"Coleman, he realized it probably after he remembered what happened with us
about two years ago."

"Why, what happened?"

"Well, back when we were both 12, we had the wonders of how our bodies
worked."

"Yeah... so what went wrong?"

Devin sighed and continued, "Well, one night during a sleepover, Phil and I
found out the wonderful pleasures of masturbation and jerking off each
other.  Well, after that night, I was the one who always into our little
sex sessions.  Phil showed that he did not enjoy it as much as I did."

Coleman looked confused, he thought what could have went wrong, "So what
happened next?"

"Well, we swam in my pool one day during the summer.  Afterwards, we both
went up into my room.  We did our usual session, but in the afterglow, I
just went down on him and started to suck his cock."

Coleman looked at Devin like he wanted to know the going, "Then what?"

"Well, he liked it at first and started to moan, but he realized what I was
doing and he pushed me away.  He said, `What are you Devin, a fuckin' queer
boy?'  Well, of course I said no, but I think he sensed that I liked boys
because I looked scared and didn't look at him, like I was holding it back.
We probably forgot about that episode, until this past week."

"Wow, all of this time he forgot, but when he sensed it again, he recalled
that incident during junior high."

"Yeah, well we planned to see each other this Saturday, remember?  I don't
know what he will do or say, if anything."

Devin started to cry and whimper again, that memory was stored in the back
of his mind for over two years, until he thought that Phil had the
intuition that he was gay.  He kept repeating in a subdued, but anxious
voice, "I don't want to lose him, I don't want to lose him, I don't want to
lose him..."

Even though Coleman assured Devin that everything was going to be ok, the
fear he had of others tormenting him, and even the breakup of his
friendship with Phil, was still alive.

Coleman did not want his wounded solider stranded.  He took Devin, and
pulled him close to slowly touch and caress him.  He went around slowly,
caressing and caring all of the pressures he had to deal.  It was not to
excite Devin, but rather assure him that someone was with him in battle.
The effort that Coleman was putting in caused Devin to stop his voice.

Coleman gave Devin the thought that two people in a battle were certainly
better than one.  However, if the boys could find the other bi or gay boys
in the school, they could win the fight of being who they are.  To Coleman,
caressing Devin meant that he would be there, no matter what happened.
This utopia that both boys envisioned could happen, but right now, the
first step was to verify to each other that they loved each other and would
stay.

The touching continued, until slowly, Devin was brought back up to life.
His head finally got off of the wet lawn.  He finally responded to the
feelings that Coleman gave him.  It took much longer than expected, however
he started to caress Coleman back.  Devin's hands though, were still weak.
The anguish he just released would be a good reason for not being
aggressive with his play.  Right now, releasing the pain out of Devin was
the priority; feeling Coleman's warm body throughout was the only medium
that could do the job.

Devin continued to touch Coleman throughout, however he started to
concentrate his touch around his neck and shoulders.  He stroked his hands
more like a massage, but the meaning remained the same.  He was not going
to leave Coleman, no matter what happened.  That message was transpired
throughout all of Coleman's nerves and senses.  Devin and Coleman brushed
and then rested their heads against one another's and the warmth that each
boy had was shared.  Coleman sensed that Devin became stronger because of
his activity, he started to heal Devin a different way.  He wan to rouse
Devin up for the boys' playtime that they had planned.  Coleman repeatedly
stroked Devin's short, blond hair.  He was just waiting for a response from
Devin.  He could sense that Devin knew what he wanted to do.  No words were
said during these transactions, the body language, touching, and caressing
did all of the communication between the boys.  Devin knew exactly what
Coleman wanted, he knew for the past two days, however he wanted to play
hard to get.  Both of the boys wanted to explore each other, but the boys'
personalities affected when they would play that night.

Devin's nature of being passive and taking things slowly always showed
throughout his life.  Devin was always a laid-back boy, but because of his
new relationship with Coleman, he yearned to take as much time as possible.
He did not want to rush through any relationship.  Sure, Devin could have
let Coleman go down on him and shoot his juice in Coleman's mouth the day
before, but it was too fast.  At that time, there was no verification of
commitment from Coleman.  He liked playing hard to get, he did with Rachel.
But now, it was more crucial to if there was commitment because of the
short amount of time knowing each other.  Devin could not have his heart
broken again like what happened with Rachel, it was not an option.  He
needed someone to love him, help him out with his needs; sex was not a top
priority on his list, it was up there, but not as important as knowing that
he was loved by someone else.  The devastation from Phil, his homelife,
Rachel, and his uncertainty about his sexuality were dragging him down.  He
just needed someone to pick him up.

Coleman, on the other hand, was more of a typical 14 year-old boy, as far
as a relationship was concerned.  He did have Megan, but it was not a
loving relationship, it was physical, and that was the extent of the
relationship.  He does not need love in his relationship because his
emotional foundation in his home and life was as sturdy as a brick house.
Having someone love him was up there.  He just needed someone to care about
his well being, but more importantly, fill his sexual needs.  Coleman knows
that his philosophy about relationships was not the most romantic.
However, he was a young teenage boy, his hormones stirred him up.  Having
that release with another person was the answer.  He was not uncertain that
somebody loved him, he already knew that.  The top reason for him having a
significant other was to receive physical love, not to affirm that he felt
like somebody cared or loved him.  Ironically, Devin needed him the most
for the former, rather than the latter, but Coleman was willing to love
Devin and make him feel loved.

Devin decided to continue his game of hard-to-get.  The boys felt each
other with their hands.  However, Coleman expressed that he wanted a kiss
from Devin, so Devin had his face approach Coleman's slowly, but he rested
his cheek on Coleman's cheek.  The tears on Devin's cheeks were still
imminent, however, they were slowly dying up; he was in the process of
being emotionally healed.  Devin continued to brush his hair against
Coleman's, but did not want to go for the kill...yet.

Devin became tired of his "game"; he was emotionally spent by his
outpouring of emotions and tears.  He lied back down on the grass and
pushed himself inside of the tent until he was on top of his sleeping bag.
This happened without a word said.  Devin lying down on his sleeping bag
was an open invitation for Coleman to start loving his body.  Devin looked
at Coleman squarely at his eyes, while Coleman was still outside.  Devin
had an innocent little kid look, but that look meant that he wanted Coleman
to love him.  Coleman became excited on the inside, because his boy was
ready.  Coleman crawled on his hands and knees into the tent until he
reached Devin.  He lifted up one leg and settled it down on the opposite
side so each of his legs was on each side of Devin's torso and Coleman's
body was above Devin's.  The boys just stared into each other's starry
eyes.  The love that both boys needed, and wanted, was present, now they
needed to show each other why they are together.

Coleman lips started to descend and approach Devin's, but this time, Devin
accepted the imminent kiss.  The kiss was one of the first steps that would
help him recover from the emotional trauma he was in.  The boys locked each
other's lips together.  There was a tight seal between the boys' lips.
There was an exchange going on in the boys' oral cavity; the saliva and the
tongues were mixed together.  Coleman loved the feeling of wet kissing
Devin's mouth.  Devin, on the other hand, was thrilled when his tongue hit
Coleman's braces.  That tickle was the incentive to kiss.

Coleman let go of the seal, and started to wet kiss Devin from the lips, to
his chin, and down his neck.  Coleman sucked on Devin's neck like a
vampire, until he was sure that a hickey would stay on Devin's neck.  Devin
did not care of the hickey that was left behind because of the excitement
he received from Coleman's unbelievable kissing.  He thought to himself,
"Well, I'll care about it later on."  Devin returned the favor by kissing
and sucking all over Coleman's face.  After Devin had gotten Coleman's face
wet with saliva, they locked lips once again. The boys could not stop
kissing, because the love flowing through them was allowing Devin to heal
with each passing minute and Coleman to become more excited.  The boys
showed their passion for one another during their exchanges.

While the boys were kissing, their hands were on each other's necks and
shoulders.  Coleman was the first one to be brave by drifting his hands
down to Devin's chest.  Since Devin had his sweatshirt on, he could not be
aroused by Coleman's touch.  Coleman lifted Devin's sweatshirt and Devin
responded by arching his back off the sleeping bag so the sweatshirt could
be pulled off.  Coleman threw the sweatshirt to the other end of the tent.
Coleman was thinking that Devin would not need the sweatshirt for the rest
of the night; he was Devin's blanket.

Coleman's hands brushed up against Devin's firm pecs and stomach.  They
were sculpted beautifully from the summer and performing for the school
swimming team.  He continued to brush them until he wanted a little bit
more action.  He descended his hands down to Devin's navel and then sent
them underneath his shirt and had them lay right on top of Devin's chest.
They just stayed there until Coleman used his hands to stroke Devin's chest
and abdomen.  Then Coleman went to Devin's nipples and gently rubbed them
with his fingertips while Devin let out little "oh"s and moans.

Devin did not know what to do; he was so caught by Coleman feeling him up.
He finally decided to follow Coleman's lead.  Since Coleman was only
wearing a t-shirt, he did not have to remove any clothes, at that point in
time.  Devin slipped his hands underneath Coleman's shirt and started
feeling Coleman's slender chest and stomach.  Coleman's body was slender,
much like a soccer player.  The lack of hair on Coleman's body made his
skin soft and smooth.  Devin's soft touch made Coleman distracted from his
stroking because he became more excited by the minute.  His feelings became
so high that he could not take the anticipation any longer; he had to have
Devin's body...immediately.

Coleman's lips locked up against Devin's for another transaction.  The
boys' tongues kept swirling around each other's while they softly moaned.
Devin moved his hands from the front of Coleman's body to the back.  The
young boy's back was just as smooth as the front; Devin thought he was
feeling a dolphin's body.  Since Devin was on the ground, the only place
where Coleman's hands could go, was down.  However, since Coleman was above
Devin's stomach, his body thwarted his hands' path to Devin's crotch.  He
thought that it was time to expose Devin's boyhood.

While Coleman was thinking of breaking the seal, Devin could feel that
Coleman wanted to go down on him, but Devin had another idea.  Since he was
on the bottom, he would do Coleman first.  It was the right thing to do.
Devin anticipated that Coleman would release soon, so he positioned his
hands on the side of Coleman's back.  The exact moment that Coleman
relinquished his seal, Devin used his strength to keep Coleman's body
there.

The first words in minutes, maybe even hours, took place.  However, these
words were not ones of sorrow, it was words of pleasure.

Devin said slyly, "Where do you think you're going Coleman?"

The dramatic pause caused Coleman to look at Devin with a confused
expression on his face.  He was unsure of what Devin was thinking.  Coleman
thought that Devin would want to release himself in order to cause all of
his worries to temporarily vanish.

Devin ended the silence, "I want to blow you now because I'm in the right
position"

Coleman was surprised, but before all of his thoughts could settle, Devin
pulled him in until his crotch was right in front of Devin's head.  The
excitement caused a tent to slowly pop up in Coleman's shorts.  Devin used
his left hand to pick up Coleman's shirt while he used his right to
unbuckle Coleman's belt and shorts.  Devin accomplished this feat as if he
had many opportunities like this before, however it was based on pure
skill.  Coleman's tent popped out of his shorts as Devin unzipped them and
pulled them off.  Despite the cool night air hitting Coleman's almost
exposed member, it was still at full-mast.  Since Coleman had one last line
of defense from being nude and Devin was still fully clothed, Coleman
wanted Devin's clothes off as well.  Coleman's hands went underneath
Devin's body, and slowly pulled off Devin's shirt.  The shirt was snagging
against Devin and the sleeping bag, so Coleman pulled harder until Devin's
shirt was set free.  Devin gasped as the cool air infiltrated to his skin.
He gasped again as Coleman moved down to his thighs.  Devin was confused
with what Coleman was doing until Coleman unbuckled and unzipped his
shorts.  Devin raised his cute butt above the sleeping bag such that
Coleman could pull it down to his knees.

Both of the boys were now only wearing their boxers, but Devin wanted to
pull off Coleman's last piece.  Devin raised and supported his upper body
by his elbows.  When Coleman looked up at him, Devin gave Coleman a look
like he has something up his sleeve.  Devin then used his left hand to wave
Coleman back towards him.  Coleman resisted moving until Devin pulled him
back in.  The boys knew what was coming up next, but neither wanted to say
anything.  The boys' body language and emotions were still strong enough to
communicate with each other; words were simply not needed.

Devin was hypnotized by Coleman's tent that was right in front of his lips
and mouth.  He wanted to pull it out and pleasure Coleman.  Devin had his
thumbs on the waistband of Coleman's boxers.  He slowly pulled it down,
feeling the resistance from the tent.  Devin pulled the boxers out as to
accommodate for the long boy pole.  Coleman gasped when his rock hard cock
snapped back up when Devin slipped his boxers past it.  Devin continued to
pull the boxers down until it was resting on his chest.  Devin stared at
Coleman's dick.  It was uncut, not exceptionally long, but quite thin.
There were a few veins that showed along the shaft.  Around the shaft were
a few sparse hairs trying to form a pubic triangle, but could not at this
stage in Coleman's life.

Devin could smell the musky scent when he used his right hand to pull the
foreskin back to expose the symmetrical mushroom head.  Coleman let out a
soft moan when the cool air hit his boytool's head like a punch in the
face.  Devin used his left hand to feel up Coleman's loins.  The
pleasurable sensations that he received also caused a chill up his spine,
but Coleman went crazy over it.  Devin moved his hand to Coleman's
obliques, belly button trail, and nipples.  While Devin's left hand was
feeling Coleman up, his right hand lightly touched Coleman's aching cock.
He could have went for the kill immediately, but Devin wanted Coleman to
stay aroused for a while to prepare for a climax that would cause Coleman
to literately shoot up to the moon.  Suddenly, both of Devin's hands played
with Coleman's tightly wrapped balls.  Devin repeatedly tapped all of his
ten fingers on Coleman's balls.  Coleman could not stand the sensations and
the pleasures he was taking in.  Each tap of his balls caused Coleman's
once rhythmic breathing to jump for a short moment and his voice let out a
meek "yelp" for what it seemed like every second.

Devin continued to use his left hand to tap Coleman's balls, but his right
hand moved up to Coleman's full-mast shaft.  The cock was begging to fuck
by a cavity.  Devin placed his entire fist around the mushroom head and
started to stroke Coleman's cock back and forth.  Memories from the
not-so-recent past flashed before his eyes.  He remembered that something
like this happened with Phil about three years ago.  However, on this day,
Coleman permitted Devin to do what he wanted.  Coleman knew what Devin
wanted.  Devin looked up at Coleman's beautiful face while Coleman smiled
and used his hands to delicately brush Devin's hair.

Suddenly, the magical words that Devin wanted to hear came out while he
moaned with a higher volume, "Ooooh Devin, I love you, do it!"

With Coleman's permission, Devin's head lifted off of the sleeping bag and
slowly went up to Coleman's tool.  Then, the wonderful taste of Coleman's
cock hit Devin's lips.  Waves of pleasure transcended through both boys as
Devin engulfed more of Coleman's cock.  The sudden change of temperature
made the sensations stronger and caused Coleman to yell out a loud moan
while he cried out with pleasure, "Oh my god Devin, I love you, oh please
don't stop, I'll do anything!"

Devin swallowed all of Coleman's member, until Devin gagged.  He had to be
reminded that he only performed oral sex for a boy once and it was not much
of a experience, however he continued.  Coleman's heart was racing as more
blood traveled through his blood vessels.  All of the blood must have
rushed out of Coleman's big head to his little head when he placed his
hands on the back of Devin's head and started face-fucking Devin.  The
natural instinct to fuck a hole, whether it would be a boy's mouth, or a
girl's pussy, kicked in for Coleman.  Devin could feel that his boy was
approaching his climax quickly; he took Coleman's dick out of his mouth and
replaced the emptiness in his mouth with Coleman's hairless nut sack.
Coleman released one large moan and pleasures went to all of his
extremities when Devin continued to suck both of his balls simultaneously.
Devin's hands remained busy as he felt up Coleman's loins and his happy
trail.  The moans, the heavier breathing, and the tightening of the scrotum
only meant one thing for Devin: Coleman was going to climax.  He moved his
mouth back around Coleman's dick and he tried deep throating it one last
time before Coleman came.

Coleman could not take it any longer; his instincts went into overdrive.
He was fucking Devin's mouth again, his breathing became shorter, and his
moaning crescendoed.  Coleman could not stop his bodily functions any
longer when he yelled out, "Fuck Devin, I'm shooting!"

Coleman cried out one final moan when he shot volley after volley of his
hot boyseed into Devin's mouth; at that moment, Coleman was flying so high,
he thought that he would never come down.  The cum did not stop pouring out
of Coleman's slit.  Devin could not swallow all of the seed, so it started
to dribble out of his mouth and a stream of Coleman's cum went down his
chin as Coleman repeatedly whispered, "Oh my God."

When the cum stopped pouring out, Devin and Coleman finally collapsed
backwards.  Exhausted beyond their wildest dream, they shared the aura that
still remained in the afterglow.  Coleman was still on cloud nine, not
wanting to come back to reality while Devin tried to slow down his heart's
tempo and to swallow all of the cum that remained in his mouth and on his
chin.

After returning back to reality, the boys still lied down on the bottom of
the tent and the sleeping bag.  They looked at each other, smiling, but
still exhausted.  Their chests were still distinctly rising and falling.
Devin crawled towards Coleman and locked up to mix Coleman's sweet nectar
and their saliva.

Coleman unlocked and broke the silence, "Holy shit!  That was the best
orgasm ever!  You were so fucking good!"

"Yeah, I have to say so myself."

"That blowjob was awesome, I'm glad to you have."

"You're the real first love I have ever had, I'm happy you're here too."

"To return the favor, I am going to have you scream out in pleasure in just
minutes."

"Well, I can last longer than that...I hope."

Coleman returned Devin's comment, "Nah... You won't.  But before we do
that, do you want a little drink?"

Devin looked at him stunned, "Why do you want to get drunk, Coleman?  Are
you insane?"

"It will make it more exciting when you cum.  I'm going to drink it right
now, but I want you to have a little bit with me."

Devin had to agree, but he sighed, "Ok, get it out."

Coleman crawled on his knees to his bag and opened it up.  When he got the
bottle, he turned it around and opened up the bottle.  He offered the
bottle to Devin, but Devin was unsure.  Sure, he drank at parties, but now
was not an appropriate time.  Just to get it over with, he decided to drink
a few sips, and drink enough later on to get him buzzed.  It wasn't bad,
but it was burning his throat a little bit.  He gave the bottle back to
Coleman.  Coleman, not knowing what he was doing, downed the contents too
fast and he choked from the intensity of the alcohol.  Devin chuckled a bit
because Coleman deserved to choke for making him drink the alcohol.
However, he took the bottle again and took a few more sips in it until
Coleman stopped gagging.  When he did, he waited for Devin to finishing
drinking his few shots, then downed a few more, and put it back inside his
bag.

Coleman looked at Devin with an innocent look, but his words were far from
innocent, "Want to do it Devin?"

Devin's eyes lit up like a star as he got up, "I want to...but I want to do
it outside underneath the stars and moonlight."

Coleman looked at him like he had three heads, "What??!"

Devin mocked Coleman with a bad falsetto, "Well, you said, `Oh Devin,
please don't stop, I'll do anything."

Coleman had to agree, "Anything for you Devin, it'll be beautiful."

The boys started to go outside into the cool air of the late summer night.
Devin could see the bright stars shining from millions of light years away
and the almost full moon still rising to its azimuth.

Devin looked around at the beauty of his backyard in the moonlight and
thought it was just a beautiful scene for what was about to occur.  Devin
and Coleman stepped as far away from the house as possible.  When Devin
looked at Coleman, Coleman's mouth moved in towards Devin's and they locked
up for another time.  There were two silhouettes formed by the moonlight.
When the boys kissed, the two silhouettes came together to form as one.

When the boys released, Coleman started to slowly move down.  Devin felt
Coleman slipping away from him as Coleman started to kiss Devin's neck,
then his front chest.  Devin buckled in the ride of his life.

When Coleman's lips hit Devin's skin, Devin felt a warm spot in that area
from Coleman's hot mouth; contrasting to the cold air that surrounded it.
When Coleman's lips went away though, that particular patch on his body
suddenly became ice cold as if Coleman had never touched it.

Coleman hands were exploring and stroking Devin's chest, back, and then his
Abdomen.  The heat from Coleman's hands radiated into Devin's cold body all
the way to his heart; the warm feeling that Devin's heart received was
Coleman's love.

Devin on the other hand, used his hands first to caress Coleman's back.  As
Coleman descended, Devin's hands remained in the same area to capture
Coleman's shoulders, neck, and hair.  Devin's caressing supported Coleman's
loving, rather than to feel him.

Coleman licked Devin's belly button; the sensation and pleasure forced
Devin to arch forward.  Coleman went down to lick Devin's happy trail and
dropped to his knees and remained still for what felt like purgatory to the
boys.  Devin looked down at Coleman trying to figure out what was taking
him so long.  Suddenly, Coleman rotated his head up to look at Devin with
his sparkling eyes.  Coleman had the eyes of an innocent young boy, but it
was only a temporary disguise.

Devin repeatedly stroked Coleman's hair with his left hand, as he used his
right caressed Coleman's hard nipples and chest.  Devin whispered as he
continued stroking, "Do me Coleman, love me and make me shoot!"

Coleman accepted Devin's command and began to look at Devin's cock.  Even
though the temperature was about 60 degrees, the excitement was
overwhelming for both of the boys as their cocks were at full mast.

Coleman used his hands to explore and fondle Devin's tight chestnuts.  The
fondling caused Devin's heart and his breathing to skip a beat.  Coleman's
went under Devin's stiff member to lick Devin's balls.  Devin's arousal
went into overdrive as Coleman's hot mouth sucked on his nuts.  Devin began
to moan in ecstasy, first quiet but became louder by the moan.  The
overwhelming pleasure infiltrated throughout Devin's body as his knees
became weak.  Devin bent his knees and pushed his hips forward to get his
cock closer to Coleman's mouth.

Coleman took Devin's scrotum out of his mouth and replaced it with his
hands.  He rotated his head up and licked the tip of Devin's cock head as
Devin moaned with pleasure and tightened his grip on Coleman's hair and
chest.  Coleman licked around Devin's cock ring several times, bathing
Devin's head with his cooling spit.

Coleman's left hand continued to fondle Devin's nuts as his right hand
explored Devin's left thigh and hip.  Coleman engulfed Devin's member and
Devin moaned loudly as he pushed Coleman's head toward his crotch until his
entire member was in Coleman's mouth.  Coleman's breathing path was
thwarted by Devin's cock as he gagged.  Devin pushed away from Coleman as
he allowed him to breathe.  When Coleman recovered, he started to get back
into his rhythm.  Devin closed his eyes and tilted his head back.  The last
image he saw was Coleman sucking his aching rod.  Even though Devin closed
his eyes, he could feel the moonlight shining on his face, then he recalled
his dream he had nights before.  It was if his dreams were actually coming
true right before his eyes.

Devin could feel that he was close because he could feel his love liquid
was traveling down his tubes.  The sexual feelings he was experiencing
became stronger as he started to fuck Coleman's face.  He recalled when
Coleman fucked his mouth, but couldn't stop because it was instinct.  His
rapid breathing temporarily stopped because of his approaching culmination.

Coleman could feel that Devin was climaxing.  He took Devin's cock out of
his mouth and stroked Devin hard and fast.  Devin's thighs and loins were
tightening as Coleman started pulling Devin's nuts down and then tapped
them.  Devin knew that this was it as he yelled out with pleasure, "OH
COLEMAN!  FUCK I LOVE YOU!!!"  Coleman closed his eyes in anticipation of
Devin's climax as Devin's cock erupted in pleasure and gave Coleman a
mushroom tattoo that plastered Coleman eyelids, checks, lips, chin, and
chest.  Coleman continued to stroke Devin's sore cock as Devin moaned in
both pain and pleasure this time.  Coleman realized by Devin's moans of
pain instead of orgasm that he had to stop and he did.  Coleman used his
hands and tongue to wipe up all of Devin's boyseed and swallowed it.

The boys caught up their breathing and the afterglow caused them to come
down physiology and physically as both boys collapsed onto the cold and
damp lawn as if they were shot.

Coleman was breathing deep as he said, "Devin, fuck that was amazing!"

Devin could not complete his sentences in one shot, "Coleman..., I can't
believe...what you did...that was...out of this world!"  Devin's right
index finger pointed out to the sky as Coleman followed where his finger
was directed, "You made me shoot...literately and figuratively...to the
stars!  It was incredible!!!  Coleman I love you!"

Coleman did not say a word because it was not needed.  He went over to
Devin's mouth and kissed it.  Devin embraced back as he used his tongue to
contact Coleman's.  The boy juices mixed together to form this incredible
taste for both of the boys.  They locked together and stayed locked for an
indefinite amount of time.

The boys released their kiss and they lied there together...looking at the
stars and wished they could stay up there alone, together and forever.
Devin came back down to earth and realized that they could die if they
stayed out in the cold.  He tapped Coleman on the shoulder and crawled into
the tent.  Coleman followed Devin's path.  When Coleman was inside the
tent, Devin zipped it up.  When he turned around, he saw Coleman inside of
his sleeping bag snuggling against it like a five year old.  Devin crawled
into the sleeping bag and zipped it up, encasing their body heat.

Devin went in for the kill again as he locked up with Coleman.  Coleman
responded by kissing him back.  The boys kissed until they passed out
embracing each other.  The rest of the night in the backyard was silent as
the boys slept for the rest of the night.

The boys' love for each other was sealed; there was no turning back.

End of Chapter 9

I know that this was an incredibly long story, but a lot happened.  The
emotions, the sex, the love, the fear, the self-doubt were all in here and
I hope it was enjoyable!  Yes, there was actual sex (as far as the
characters are concerned).  This is the gateway to a new theme for the
story.

Questions, concerns, comments always appreciated.  Email me at
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