Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 17:11:28 -0500
From: Cy-kun <cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com>
Subject: Everything Will Turn Out Alright Part 4

Disclaimer: Even though you're gonna do it anyway don't read this unless
you're of legal age and this type of thing isn't outlawed where you
live. If you object to reading about sex and love between young boys then
this isn't for you. I'd still love to know why you're here though.
Copyrighted material that may be mentioned is owned by the people who own
it and I am not one of them. All of this is fictional, fake, and never
happened.

Introduction: Welcome True Believers! We last left our perpetual
protagonists.......damn I can't even do a good Stan Lee for two
sentences. Oh well. Thanks so much again to all the people sending me
email. I love what you guys like, or don't like, about the story. If you
have anything to say as always email me at
cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com. And a special thank you to Zach for
helping me with the editing! b^_^


-Cy

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	My mom woke me up at exactly 9 the next morning and for a few
seconds I was so groggy that I completely forgot why. I was all set to
throw a pillow at her when it all came back to me. I didn't hit her with
the pillow but I almost knocked her over when I ran past her and went to
the bathroom to shower. For probably the first time since I started
masturbating I didn't jerk off in the shower, even though I was as hard as
a rock. I washed my hair three times and scoured my body clean, I wanted to
be perfect for Vicky. After I got out of the shower I brushed my teeth
twice and even flossed, something I usually avoid on general principal. I
spent about 15 minutes drying and brushing my hair. I was going for a
slightly devil may care casual look but in the end it looked pretty much
the same as it always did. I even remembered to put on deodorant. Not that
I smell or anything but I wanted to have a pleasant aroma in case Vicky
ended up getting close to me.

	I got out of the bathroom at 9:45, which was about 15 minutes after
I had planned on leaving, (fucking hair) so I very quickly got dressed. I
put on a pair of black jeans and a blue Star Wars T-Shirt and frantically
pushed my mom out of the house and to the car. I then ran back into the
house to get my sneakers that must have fallen off because there is no way
I'd forget to put them on or anything like that. I got back to the car and
tried to ignore my mom's amused little smirk as we drove to Vicky's house.

	Luckily I had enough of my wits about me to plan ahead a little bit
so I was already in the backseat when we pulled into Vicky's driveway at a
little after 10:15. I was about to get out and knock on the door when it
opened and out came Vicky. He was wearing his usual cargo shorts with a
gray T-Shirt that hugged his slight frame. Excitement once again
encountered it's old friend arousal and I very quickly adjusted myself so
the results of that meeting were less noticeable. He was carrying a plastic
bag with what looked like a square box inside of it. As he got in the car I
saw that it was actually filled with several Xbox 360 game boxes stacked on
top of each other.

	"Hi Nate," he said as he plopped down on the seat next to me
smiling.

	"Hi Vicky," I said as I returned his smile. I sniffed, did he smell
different? It was a sweet, almost fruity smell but it was gone so quickly
that I thought I might have imagined it.  "What have you got?" My mom
pulled out of the driveway and started driving us home.

	"I brought some games that I thought we'd have fun with. We don't
have to worry about playing online so we have more of a selection than
normal." He started like he just remembered something. "Oh and thanks for
picking me up Julia!"

	"It was no problem at all." my mom answered and thankfully didn't
try to enter our conversation.

	I looked at the games he brought. Alan Wake, Red Dead Redemption,
Fallout: New Vegas, Assassins Creed 2, Dynasty Warriors 6: Empires. All
really good games and I didn't own any of them. I was looking forward to
today for more than just romantic and sexual reasons now. Me and Vicky
spent the car ride back to my house talking nonstop about a surprisingly
wide variety of subjects in that way that only kids seem to be able to pull
off.  We switched subjects, everything from the games he brought, to things
going on at school, to what we thought was going to happen on wrestling
next week, in such a rapid fire way that anyone listening to us would be
hard pressed to decide if we even understood what we were saying let alone
join in. I'm pretty sure my mom was amused by it all but to be honest I
never really gave her a second thought once we started talking.

	We pulled into my driveway about 30 minutes later and before my mom
could even turn the car off me and Vicky jumped out and ran into the
house. Yeah, I may have accidentally forgot to lock the door, but nothing
was stolen so no big deal right? We went right up to my room to play some
games.

	"So what do you wanna play first?" I asked.

	"Well it's your house so you decide." Vicky answered.

	"No, you're the guest so you get to choose." I said and before he
could say anything else I added "And it's my house so I get to make the
rules and that's a rule."

	He narrowed his eyes at me then laughed and shook his head. "Ok
fine. Before I pick......are there any other rules I should know about?" he
looked me right in the eye as he asked this.

	Yes, I thought, you have to sit on my lap, naked, and let me touch
you all over. You have to kiss me and never stop. You need to ravage me
right here on the floor. I didn't say any of that. I did think about it
though. I mean, if this was a porno the second he said that the "boom chika
wow wow" music would have started playing and we would have stopped
woodenly reciting dialogue and started ripping off each other's clothes.
That was obvious flirting, right? He totally wants me, no need to worry,
yeah? Well, no. This is exactly how Vicky, Jason and I always joked
around. We were always making stupid, teasing comments that, to someone who
didn't know us, might come off as just a bit homoerotic. I never considered
it flirting when Jason did it and, no matter how much I wanted to, I
couldn't assume it was flirting when Vicky did it either. But that didn't
mean I couldn't flirt when I answered.

	"Well," I said slyly "There might be but you'll just have to figure
them out as we go along."

	He laughed. "Ok, fine. Let's play New Vegas. I just got it and I
haven't played it much yet so it'll be fun to go through it with you for
the first time."

	"Awesome." I said and put the game in.

	"I love your TV by the way." Vicky remarked as the game loaded up.

	The TV in question was a Sony 38 inch flat screen HD LCD TV. My mom
is a VP at the company she works for so she makes a good amount of money,
especially for a family of two. We don't live in a super expensive house
like Vicky, we don't really need much more than we have now so there's no a
big house wasn't necessary, but we make up for it by spending all the extra
money on nice accessories. Which is why I have a 38 inch HDTV in my room.

	We got into the game, created our character and started playing. We
decided to put the difficulty on hard since there were two of us. This made
it easier for us to die and therefore we ended up taking shorter turns than
we normally would have. It was a good way to play a single player game with
two people. We played for about an hour or so before we really got stuck
for the first time. We were on a mission where we needed to search through
two Vaults to find repair parts for the Brotherhood of Steel. The Vault we
were in had this subplot where every year they would need to choose one of
their own to sacrifice to the computer system. Everyone was long dead but
we unraveled the mystery through hacking computer terminals and reading the
notes left behind. We found the room where the people would be taken for
sacrifice and watched a funny film strip left behind about why it was a
good thing to be sacrificed. After the film ended a horde of Mister Gutsy
robots came out and slaughtered us. No matter what we did we always
died. Now, we didn't really need to kill all the robots, we had already had
the part we needed for the mission but it was getting to be a point of
pride for us. We were going to kill every one of those damn robots. The
problem is we just couldn't do it. We got frustrated and started arguing
about the best strategy.

	"You need to use the pulse grenades." I argued.

	"We don't have any." Vicky shot back.

	"Well then try the mines."

	"They don't work, let me try..."

	"No that isn't right..."

	"Gimme a second..."

	"Let me try."

	"No it's my turn."

	"But I think I know what to do."

	"Then do it during your turn."

	"No, let me do it now" I grabbed for the controller.

	"No!" Vicky held it up out of my reach.

	I lunged for it and ended up knocking Vicky down and falling on top
of him. He had the controller in his hands stretched out behind his head. I
couldn't reach it. I crawled up his squirming body while he tried to kick
me off. We were laughing now, enjoying wrestling for the controller more
than trying to kill the robots. I made my way up his body until I could
stretch my hands out and grab the controller. We struggled for it, each of
us pulling on one end until I looked down and realized that my face was
inches away from his. Our eyes locked and the entire world seemed to fade
out around us. All that existed for me in that moment was his beautiful
gray eyes. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily and not just
from the exertion of our little wrestling match. I was on top of him with
our chests pressed together and I could feel his own rapid heartbeat
through my chest. I didn't think it was entirely from the wrestling
either. My hair hung down in front of my face, almost touching his nose,
and I brushed it back. His lips were slightly open and my heart wrenched at
how beautiful he was.

	What the hell, it was now or never. I summoned up all the courage I
possessed and slowly moved my face closer to his. I looked into his eyes
until the last possible moment then turned my head slightly. Our lips
brushed together ever so slightly and then to my surprise and delight Vicky
leaned up and kissed me full on the mouth. It was every bit as magical as I
imagined it would be, sparks flew, rockets exploded and for one brief
moment there was world peace. I now knew the entire reason for my life was
to kiss these lips. I kissed him back hard and he wrapped his arms around
me and pulled me close, the controller completely forgotten. I opened my
mouth slightly and ever so gently probed his lips with my tongue. His mouth
opened immediately and our tongues met in a furious clash. We opened our
mouths wide and tried to push our tongues as deep inside the others mouth
as we could. He held me tight as we kissed and I never wanted him to let me
go. I let him put his tongue all the way in my mouth and then closed my
lips around it and sucked on it hard. I felt him shudder under me and I
smiled internally. I released his tongue and he immediately opened his
mouth. I pushed my tongue inside of him and he clamped down and started
sucking on it. God that felt great. He released my tongue and I kissed him
softly on the lips. We traded soft kisses back and forth until I pulled
back slightly so I could look into his eyes. I felt tears welling up.

	This was everything I had ever hoped for, my every dream come
true. My heart pounded with excitement and I tried to find the words to
tell Vicky how I felt. How could I explain how my heart sang every time I
thought of him? How could I put into words the anguish I felt when we were
apart? He needed to know that my every thought was of him. He needed to
know that he was more precious and necessary to me than air or water, that
he was my sole reason for existing. I needed to tell him all this and more
but when I tried to say all of what I was feeling only four simple words
ended up coming out.

	"I love you, Vicky." And, in the end, that really said it all
didn't it? Now the tears did fall from my eyes. They landed on his cheek
and rolled off. Tears were streaming out of his eyes as well.

	"I love you too Nate." he said and I buried my face into his
shoulder and cried tears of relief and joy. He loved me! All my doubts all
my worrying had been for nothing. My beautiful, perfect Vicky was in love
with me. I felt my heart overflow with happiness. There was nothing in the
world as beautiful and pure as this, loving and being loved in return.  He
held me even tighter and I could feel wetness from his own tears on my
shirt. We held each other for several minutes until we both stopped
crying. I lifted myself up onto my arms and looked into his eyes
again. They were slightly red from the crying but he was smiling and the
redness somehow made him look even sexier. I wiped the last remaining tears
from his face and kissed him again. He giggled.

	"You taste like tears." he said.

	I laughed softly and wiped my face. He stopped me and kissed me
again.

	"Don't. I like it." he said and licked my lips. I laughed, wrapped
my arms around his neck and threw myself to the side pulling him on top of
me. He let out a little yelp of surprise (too! damn! cute!) and then
giggled again when he found himself looking down at me. I brushed his hair
front in front of his eyes and drank him in, his shining gray eyes, his
smooth face, his perfectly proportioned mouth, his slightly parted lips,
his long eyelashes, I felt like I could stay like this forever and never
get tired of looking at him. He didn't seem to have any problem with it
either and we just lay there and stared at each other. I was the one who
ended up breaking the silence. There was something I needed to know.

	"Hey, Vicky, can I ask you something?"

	He nodded.

	"How long have you, ya know, had feelings for me?" I asked.

	He shook his head. "I don't have feelings for you, I love you." He
flashed a quick smile. "And since that first day in school. I saw you at
the pool and thought you were super hot but I didn't actually fall in love
with you until I talked to you for the first time." He hesitated for a
moment. "Until I met you I really hadn't been happy for a while."

	That broke my heart. It just seemed wrong for this little angel to
ever be unhappy but I could relate.

	"The divorce?" I asked.

	"No," he answered surprisingly. "I knew that was coming for a
while. It was actually kind of a relief when it was finally over and I knew
I was going to live with my dad."

	"Then what happened?"

	He sighed. "Before I moved I had a friend named Ben, we'd been
friends for years and I always looked up to him. He was a year older than
me and in our group of friends he was the one that we all liked, kind of
the unofficial leader I guess. Around when my parents started seriously
talking divorce I found out that I was gay. Not only was I gay but I kinda
had a crush on Ben. So I did what I always did when I had something
important to tell someone, I told Ben." He paused.

	"I'm guessing he didn't take it well?" I asked fearing yet sort of
expecting what came next.

	"Not at all. He called be a faggot and told me that if I ever tried
to do any of that 'queer shit' with him he'd punch me in the mouth. I cried
all night. By morning I figured that the worst was over. He rejected me and
I'd lost my best friend and nothing could be worse than that. At least
that's what I thought. What I didn't know was that Ben had told our entire
group of friends what happened. Not only that but he lied and said I tried
to grope him. I don't even need to tell you how long that took to get
around school. Everyone saw me as the perverted fag who tried to molest his
best friend. They all made fun of me and I lost any friend I ever
had. That's the main reason my dad moved us down here. He wanted us both to
be able to start fresh in his old hometown. It's also why I never told you
how I felt. I couldn't bear it if you....." he trailed off.

	I hugged him fiercely. I felt like crying again but I couldn't
decide if it was from sorrow or rage. I would have given anything to keep
something that horrible from happening to Vicky and at the same time I
wanted nothing more than to rip that Ben asshole apart with my bare hands.

	"I'm so sorry that happened. I wish I could have been there to kick
that son of a bitches ass for hurting you."

	He hugged me back just as hard, then pulled away and looked into my
eyes. "It's ok. None of that matters now. I've never been happier in my
life than I was these past few days with you. You make me happy, more than
that you make me want to be happy, and cheerful and caring and everything
good and just better in every way. You make me the person everyone should
want to be. You're the best friend I've ever had, the best thing that could
have possibly happened to me, and I love you." He gave me a long kiss.

	Even if we weren't kissing I would have been speechless. I never
thought for a second that I would have had that much of an effect on
Vicky. I didn't even know how I did any of that. I thought I would have
been lucky if he thought I was attractive and here he was telling me that
in only a few short days I managed to make him somehow better than he
was. And as I thought about that I realized that the same was true for me
as well. Vicky made me better.

	"I love you too." I said when we finally came up for air. He smiled
up at me with a look of such pure bliss that I just had to kiss him
again. I pulled him down towards me and pressed me lips against his and as
I did I heard a loud grumbling coming from the direction of Vicky's
stomach.

	"Sorry." Vicky broke the kiss and giggled shyly. "I'm hungry."  I
realized that I was as well. I looked at the clock and was shocked to see
that almost two whole hours had gone by since we had our first kiss.

	"Let's get some lunch then." I said.  Vicky got off of me and
helped me to my feet. My chest felt empty without him lying on it but I
figured that we'd have time to fix that later. We went downstairs and I
asked my mom if she'd make us some lunch. She said she would and we sat
down at the table to wait. We were sitting close to each other. So close in
fact that our legs were touching and I was starting to regret my choice of
jeans. If I had just worn shorts our bare skin could be touching right
now. I caught my mom sneaking looks at us as we talked quietly about
nothing important. I'm not sure what she was looking for but she apparently
found it as she gave me a strange little smile when I caught her eye and
then focused on making our food.



	Mom made us each a hamburger, only the fanciest cuisine for hey
baby boy, which we devoured in less than 5 minutes. I guess making out is
hungry work. I wondered if I'd need to have an emergency bag of chips next
to the bed if and when we finally had sex. My mom tried to engage us in
conversation by asking us if we were enjoying ourselves (why yes I am
enjoying Vicky and I'm pretty sure he's enjoying me as well) but we both
gave short, monosyllabic answers in between staring into each others eyes
and she took the hint and left us alone.

	The entire time we ate we didn't take our eyes off each other
once. Vicky's leg kept rubbing against mine and I could see a longing in
his eyes that I'd never seen before. It was actually a bit jarring, seeing
such naked desire on that sweet innocent face. I had no idea what prompted
it but I was getting incredibly turned on.

	Now, I still felt really bad for what Vicky went through and even
though I come off as a sex crazed pervert sometimes (ok, well, maybe I am a
sex crazed pervert at times) I still wanted to be romantic with
Vicky. Right now, though, all I could think about was getting this boy
naked and having my way with him. Hey, romantic epiphany or not I was still
me. Vicky apparently was thinking along the same lines because after we got
back into my room and locked the door he pulled me into his arms and kissed
me hard on the mouth. I gave him a wicked grin and pushed him down on my
bed. He lay there and smiled up at me invitingly.

	Not that I needed any encouragement, mind you. I finally had Vicky
in my bed and there was no chance in hell that I would let this opportunity
go to waste. I crawled into bed on top of him and kissed him again. As we
kissed he ran his hands up and down my back and then slipped one hand under
my shirt. I shuddered with pleasure at the contact. His hand slowly traced
my spine up towards my neck and pulled my shirt up with it. It really hit
me then, I had already had my first kiss and no matter what else happened
today every new sexual contact we had would be my first. Not even a month
ago I wouldn't have cared who was under me just as long as it was finally
happening but now I wouldn't have wanted my first to be anyone but
Vicky. When his hand reached my neck he pulled my shirt up over my head and
I slipped my arms out of the sleeves. He tossed the shirt aside and looked
at my slim, naked torso.

	"You are so sexy..." he whispered and I grinned.

	"Not as sexy as you." I said as I lifted his shirt up. He sat up
slightly so I could pull the shirt over his head then I tossed it into the
corner of the room. He was just as beautiful shirtless as I remember. His
tanned skin looked even darker than usual laying on my white bedspread. He
was about as thin as I was but like I'd noticed before he slightly more
muscle tone. I could see the outlines of his abs on his flat stomach and
the ever so slight rise of his chest muscles. His arms also seemed to be
just a bit more defined than mine and I wondered if he worked out at all of
if he was just naturally gifted with a great body.

	I ran my hands from his stomach to his chest feeling each
individual muscle. He was so soft! My hands glided over his silky smooth
skin and when I reached his small boyish nipples I gave them a slight
squeeze. He let out a little moan at that and I grinned. I wet my lips with
my tongue and started licking my way up his body. I started right above the
waistband of his shorts about an inch or so below his bellybutton. God he
tasted wonderful. Like youth and sex and love and everything good in the
world. I could see the outline of his hard cock and it took all my self
control not to go right for it. I wanted to take this slow and enjoy it. I
gave his belly button a quick lick as I passed it and he squirmed.

	"Tickles." he said softly.

	I gave the spot right above his bellybutton a quick kiss then
continued my upwards journey. I licked up the middle of his boy abs and
kissed his chest right between his nipples when I got there. I dragged my
tongue slowly to the right side of his chest until I came to his nipple. I
grazed my tongue across it's tip and he let out another little moan. He
apparently had very sensitive nipples and I planned to take full advantage
of that. I ran my tongue around the outside of it then lightly bit the
tip. He moaned even louder. I lowered my mouth to his nipple and started to
suck on it, lightly at first then with more force. His moan turned into a
soft whimper. As he squirmed with pleasure under me I noticed that slight
fruity smell again. So he had used some type of deodorant or body spray
after all. It smelled wonderful, a bit like strawberries, but it wasn't at
all overpowering. It was actually pretty erotic. I knew I'd never again be
able to smell strawberries without thinking of sex with Vicky.

	He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his nipple and
with my left hand I started to put pressure on his other one. I rolled it
around between my thumb and forefinger before giving it a little pinch. By
now he was pushing the back of my head down harder on his right nipple so I
knew he was getting very much into my nipple play. I loved that I was
giving him this much pleasure but I had other goals in mind and it was time
to go for them. I released his nipple from my mouth and gave me a slightly
disappointed frown. I smiled at him and kissed his lips softly.

	"If you liked that then just wait." I said teasingly. His smile
returned and I started kissing my way back down his body. I was getting
very excited now because I was getting close to the main focus of my every
sexual fantasy for the past month, his cock. As I moved down his body I was
breathing heavily on his bare skin and he moaned again.

	"Your breath on my body feels so good." he said so softly that I
barely heard it.

	I grinned and blew lightly on his stomach and watched as his
muscles clenched in pleasure. It caused his boyish abs to ripple in the
sexiest way and I'd filed that away for later "use". Yeah, even during
actual sex I'm storing up jerk off material. I'm hopeless, I know. When I
got back to the waistband of his pants I tried to unhook the button with my
teeth. I struggled with it for a few seconds then tried wrenching it back
and forth like a dog with a sock. I heard Vicky giggling and decided it was
probably best to give up, I let it go and with one finger he slipped the
button out of the loop. Show off.

	Not that I was too put out seeing as I now had access to the object
of my desires. I unzipped his shorts and started to pull them down. To my
surprise, and delight, he wasn't wearing any underwear so when I started
pulling down his pants his stiff cock sprang out at me. It wasn't as long
as my six inches, I'd say it was probably about five and a quarter inches
long but it was thicker than mine, about a half an inch wider. He was also
circumcised which made me happy because I didn't want to have anything in
between me and his cock head. He was also completely hairless down there
and I was able to confirm my suspicions that his tan was completely
natural.

	While I was staring at his wonderful cock Vicky had kicked his
pants off and was now completely naked before me. I took a moment to drink
in the sight of him. His tanned skin, his slender body, his amazing cock,
his delicate, boyish legs. I don't think anybody could have imagined a more
perfect boy.

	"You know," Vicky said "You really should take your pants off
too. It's not fair that I'm all spread out for you and I haven't even seen
your dick yet." He pouted. Well, who was I to argue with that? I stood up,
unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide to the floor. Unlike Vicky I was
wearing boxer-briefs and just because I felt like being a tease before
taking them off I arched my back in a long stretch, pushing my crotch
towards his face. He surprised me again by licking his lips and staring
intently at my crotch. I am such a bad influence, I love it. I hooked my
thumbs in the waistband and pulled my underwear down. My cock popped up and
Vicky giggled.

	"Very nice." He said happily. I got back on the bed and resumed my
position down by his crotch. This was it, for the first time in my life I'm
going to fulfill a sex fantasy. And not just any fantasy about some random
boy but a fantasy about the only person I've ever been in love with. I took
a deep breath, smelling the wonderful aroma of aroused teenage boy, and
gave his cock a hesitant lick. Vicky groaned and clenched the sheets. I
grabbed hold of his penis and gave it a squeeze. It was so warm! And I
could feel the blood throbbing through it. At that moment I had no idea how
anyone could think it wrong for a male to enjoy this most wonderful of body
parts. Nothing felt more right than this. I shook off my
quasi-philosophical musings. This was not the time to over think.

	I slowly jerked his shaft as I watched his face contort into
various expressions of pleasure. I lowered my lips to his head and gave it
a soft kiss before sliding it into my mouth. I took the entire length
inside me.

	"Ohhhh that's so good!" Vicky moaned. I moved my lips up and down
the length of his shaft. I was giving a blow job! Not only that but judging
my the moans that were filling my room I was giving a damn good blow job
too. I started bobbing my head faster and faster on his cock. I fell into a
rhythm of swallowing the entire length of his cock, releasing all but the
head and then swallowing it again. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Vicky moaned loudly.

	I put my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft so that I was
licking it as I moved up and down. He squirmed under me and I wanted his
cum, I needed his cum. I massaged his sac as I blew him as if I could coax
the sperm out of his balls and into my mouth. He grabbed my hair at the
back of my head and started to pull my head up and down, not that I needed
the help. It hurt a bit but his enthusiasm only made me that much more
intent on bringing him to orgasm. I ran my fingers down past his sack and
into the crack of his ass. My fingers found his puckered hole and I rubbed
it gently.

	"Ohhhh I'm cumming!" Vicky shouted and erupted into my mouth.  Five
hot jets of semen spewed inside my mouth. It tasted amazing, a bit like my
own but slightly less bitter. I wanted to keep it there forever. I swirled
it around my mouth for a few seconds and then reluctantly swallowed. For a
second I worried about whether my mom might have heard his yell but I
figured it was too late now, so what the hell? I lay down next to Vicky and
was very pleased with myself as I saw the post orgasm smile on his face. I
cuddled up next to him and kissed him softly on the neck several times
while he rested. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top
of my head.

	"That was amazing!" he exclaimed. "I never thought anything could
feel that good." He hugged me. "You're amazing."

	I smiled and filled with pride. There is really no greater feeling
in the world than pleasuring the person you're in love with. We lay
together for several minutes just enjoying being close together. Soon
enough I felt Vicky's hand on my cock.

	"My turn." he said and gave me a nasty grin. I don't think I'll
ever get used to seeing such blatant sexuality on that deceptively innocent
face. I was more than ready, in fact just having his hand on my cock was
almost enough to make be cum right there. I had to try as hard (hehe) as I
could not to cum. I wanted this to last. I lay down on my back and Vicky
curled up by my cock. He didn't seem like he was going to bother with any
foreplay and that was suddenly perfectly alright with me. As much as I
wanted this to last I wanted to get my dick in his mouth even more. Vicky
had other plans right now though. He licked my shaft from the head down to
the balls and then sucked one of them into his mouth. It felt surprisingly
good. He let that one go and sucked the other one in. Then he did something
that completely surprised me, he licked down past my balls to my ass. I
groaned in anticipation and spread my legs wider to give him better
access. His tongue slid inside my asscrack and found my hole. It was like a
current went directly from my ass to my cock. My penis twitched and I was
so glad that nothing was touching it right now because if it had the
smallest amount of additional stimulation I would have came.

	Vicky ran his tongue around the edge of my asshole and then lightly
licked the center. He blew on my hole and I shivered. This was even better
than I thought it would be! He lapped hungrily at me and I squirmed with
pleasure. I didn't know what could possibly feel better than this. I found
out a second later when he pushed his tongue inside my ass. It was an
amazing feeling, much better than even the time I managed to get a Sharpie
marker up there. He wiggled his tongue around inside me and then pushed
more of it in. I moaned again as I grabbed my ass and spread myself for
him.

	"Oh god, more! Push it deeper!" I yelled not even caring if I was
being too loud. He obliged. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside
me until his face was squashed up against me. I had no idea how he could
breathe but apparently he could because he stayed there and moved his
tongue around inside my ass in the most wonderful ways. He moved it up and
down, side to side and even swirled it around inside me. Then I felt his
tongue slide out of my ass and wondered if he actually maybe did run out of
breath but his tongue was quickly replaced with a finger. My hole was
already covered in saliva from his rimming to his finger slid in
effortlessly. I shuddered with pleasure yet again. Even though his finger
was pretty much the same as mine in every way it still felt about a
thousand times better. That was nothing compared to what was coming next
however.

	Once his entire finger was inside me he started to finger fuck
me. He pushed it in and out, not too fast, but that didn't matter. It felt
great. Then he stopped fingering me and grinned. I wondered what he was
smiling about but I wasn't kept in the dark for long. While keeping his
finger inside my ass he curled it back around towards his hand, sort of
like what somebody would do if they were beckoning someone to come
closer. As he curled his finger back he pressed against something inside of
me. If his tongue was a current of electricity, this was a lightning
storm. I moaned out loud as he put pressure on whatever that was inside my
ass. He started moving his finger back and forth pushing on that spot
inside me and I couldn't take it anymore.

	"I'm gonna cum!" I shouted and Vicky quickly moved to get his mouth
around my cock. He wasn't quick enough however as the first blast hit him
right on the face. He got his mouth around it and was able to catch the
next 85. Well, maybe that's a slight exaggeration but that's how it felt. I
had never had a more intense orgasm in my entire life. I didn't even think
you could make an orgasm feel that much better, but apparently that falls
under the alarmingly fast growing category of "Things Nate Doesn't Know".

	I was so utterly spent that I didn't even notice when Vicky slipped
his finger out of my ass, lay down next to me and put his head on my chest.
My entire body felt like a popped balloon. I don't think I could have moved
if the bed suddenly caught fire which, considering how incredibly hot what
just happened to me was, might be a possibility.  I was so drained that I
was aware of nothing except the slight rise and fall of my chest as I
breathed.

	When I finally recovered from my post orgasmic bliss the first
thing I noticed was how sexy Vicky looked laying on my chest. Well, to be
fair, Vicky looked sexy all the time but I loved finding new ways for him
to look sexy. His body was pressed up against mine, fitting perfectly in
the contours of my body. His right hand was resting on my chest next to his
head and his right leg was laying slightly on top of mine. I lifted my head
up to get a better look at him and he turned his head up at me and smiled.

	"So, I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" he asked playfully. I noticed
he still had cum on his face, yet more new Vicky sexiness, so I wiped it
off with my thumb and licked it. Vicky giggled.

	I grinned. "That was amazing, I've never had an orgasm that
intense. I don't even know what you did, what were you pushing on inside of
me?"

	"That was your prostate." He giggled. Huh. I had always thought the
prostate was kind of like an appendix, something left over that serves no
real purpose besides making old men dread going to the doctor. The more you
know, I guess.

	"How did you find out about that?" I asked.

	"I read about it on the internet."

	"Wait, doesn't your dad block, like, every single website?"

	"Not really, just the social networking ones. He doesn't seem to
care about the porn stuff he just doesn't want me meeting any serial
killers on Facebook." He giggled again.

	"Wow, parents usually think porn is a bigger danger to their kids
than serial killers. But what kind of site tells you how to stimulate
somebody's prostate? All the porn sites I go to aren't really big on
instructional videos."

	"It was this really awesome site that had pictures of all these
sexual positions and guides on different ways of pleasuring people."

	"Hmm, you'll have to show that to me sometime and we can try to do
them all." I smiled wickedly.

	He returned my smile. "I'd like that." he said as he kissed me. I
was about to suggest that we find that website and get started (massive
orgasm or not there was no way I could spend any amount of time around a
naked Vicky and not want to have some kind of sex) when I heard footsteps
coming up the stairs.

	"Shit!" I yelled and jumped out of bed.

	"What?" Vicky asked looking around confusedly.

	"Stairs! Mom! Clothes!" I said in a panic.

	Somehow understanding my less than clear answer right away Vicky
jumped out of bed and started frantically pulling his clothes back on. Even
in my panic, I regretted that. I had my shirt back on but I couldn't find
my damn jeans. I looked around getting more and more annoyed by the second
when there was a knock at my door. There! They had somehow got under the
bed. Vicky, who's clothes were all in the same pile, was already fully
dressed. I was trying desperately to turn my jeans right side out but I
knew I had to say something or she'd know something was up.

	"Did someone knock?" I yelled stupidly as I struggled to get into
my jeans. Which by the way I swore never to wear again when Vicky was over.

	"Yes I did" my mom yelled through the door.

	"Did you want something?" I yelled before she could say anything
else. There, jeans on and buttoned.

	"Well I did knock didn't I?" she said exasperatedly.

	"I guess, so what do you want?" I asked.

	"Tell Vicky his dad is on the phone and wants to talk to him." I
looked at Vicky. He shrugged.

	"Checking up on me I guess." he said quietly.

	"Ok, he'll be down in a second." I said.

	"Don't keep him waiting." my mom said.

	I listened and heard her walk back down the stairs.

	"Well, that was just a little bit horrifying." I said.

	"Yeah, I'm glad you had a lock on your door." Vicky said. "Well, I
better go see what my dad wants." He opened the door and started to leave.

	"Wait!" I called after him.

	"What?"

	"Your shirt's on inside out." I said.

	He looked down at his shirt and then let out a laugh. "Well, that
wouldn't have been fun to explain to your mom." He quickly took it off and
turned it the right way. "Better?"

	"Well it was better when you had it off." I said grinning. "But
it's right side out now."

	He rolled his eyes and went downstairs.

	I had nothing to do but wait. While I did that I thought about
everything that had happened today. Even in my wildest fantasies, and trust
me my fantasies can be pretty damn wild, I never imagined my first time
doing anything sexual with Vicky to be this amazing. I guess I would just
have to get used to the idea that real life could be a lot better than my
imagination. Please take that last sentence in the least pathetic way
possible. I couldn't wait to tell Jason, this would blow his goodnight kiss
right outta the park. Yes, I know I mixed metaphors. Deal with it.

	Still, part of me was expecting the other shoe to drop. In one
afternoon almost everything that I had wanted for the past month had
happened. I told Vicky how I felt, he returned my feelings, we did sexual
stuff and all of this happened because of a series of more and more
improbable events. If just one event since the start of the school year
went differently there was a very good chance that I'd be sitting here
alone right now obsessing and fantasizing about Vicky instead of living
it. I felt like I used up a lifetimes worth of luck in just five days. I
couldn't keep counting on improbable events to make everything turn out the
way I wanted, right?

	I was dragged from my thoughts by the sound of feet attached to an
incredibly hot boy racing up the stairs. Trust me, it's a very distinctive
sound. Vicky burst through the door with a look of unadulterated joy on his
face. He ran in and jumped into my arms. Or he would have if I actually
caught him. Instead he just kind of collided with me and we both went
crashing to the floor.

	"Ow." I said unnecessarily and rubbed my shoulder which had had the
unenviable duty of breaking both mine and Vicky's fall. Vicky didn't even
seem phased.

	"Guess what?" he said bouncing next to me with excitement.

	"You're just about to help me up?" I asked sarcastically.

	"Huh? Oh! Sorry!" he exclaimed and helped me to my feet. "Are you
ok?"

	"I'm fine" I said.

	"So guess what?" Vicky repeated before I had a chance to say
anything else.

	"What?" I said.

	"I'm staying over!" he squealed.

	"What?" I said, not quite sure I heard correctly. After all my luck
was supposed to be all used up so he couldn't possibly mean....

	"I'm staying over at your house tonight!" He said again grinning
uncontrollably.

	"You're straying over?" I asked still not quite believing.

	"Yeah! Isn't it awesome? My dad said that he's working at the
hospital all night and he doesn't want me to be in the house by myself and
he said that he already talked about it with your mom and she was cool with
it so I'm staying at your house tonight!" he gushed. Then he hugged me
tightly.

	A smile started creeping across my face at it fully dawned on
me. Vicky, the love of my short little life, was going to be sleeping over
at my house. Tonight. In my room. In my bed. Ha! Score one more for
improbable events, baby! Wooooo! Luck I'm sorry I ever doubted you!

	I hugged Vicky back and we started jumping up and down. This was
the best day of my life, the highest of the high points. From here on in
it's all gonna be going down. I looked into Vicky's eyes and kissed him. I
would rather being going down with him than up with anybody else.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Even though that kinda sounded like an
ending I assure you there is a lot more story to come. But here's the
thing, I'm going on vacation at the end of this week and I'll be away for
about two and a half weeks. I'll try to send in as many chapters as I can
while I'm away but they won't be coming every two or three days like thay
are now. I promise when I get back I'll do nothing but write!