A Thousand Rainbows by Mike Williams
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It was nearly eleven o'clock when the boys finished rehearsing the song one last time, and Todd added his own harmony, just as he had when he had first heard it several days earlier. They agreed to get together Sunday afternoon for one final practice. Unable to sing because of his wired jaw, it was decided that Paul would operate the equipment for the group.
Paul looked at his watch. "Well, I guess we better let you guys get some sleep." He turned to his friend. "Can I give you a lift, Tyler?"
"Yeah, thanks," Tyler replied. He turned to the twins and Todd. "It was great spending the day with you guys. I'll see you here after lunch tomorrow."
And they all joined in a group hug before the older boys left.
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Paul's car still smelled faintly of the pizzas he had delivered that afternoon and evening as they pulled out of the driveway of the Connor-Larkin home.
"Y'know," Tyler said. "It is Saturday night."
"Almost Sunday morning," Paul added.
"I don't have to be home until two o'clock," Tyler continued.
"Me too," Paul agreed.
"Sooo, ya wanna ... y'know ... go somewhere?"
"Well," Paul thought out loud, "when I was in the hospital, you did promise you'd show me where it all began between you and Alan out Sams Creek Road."
"Gee," Tyler replied, "it's a little dark out there this time of night. And it's kinda late too. Why don't we talk about it over a milkshake at Cindy's Drive-Inn?"
Paul chuckled. "Tyler, after two weeks with my jaw wired shut, I'm ready for anything but a milkshake. Tell ya what: You get a milkshake, and I'll just get a pop."
"Sounds good to me, quarterback," Tyler agreed with a smile.
And Paul swung the car around, heading east toward the popular hangout.
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"So the doctor says I'm healing pretty well," Paul said. "Looks like I could get unwired by the end of next week."
"That's great," Tyler agreed. "I know you're just as anxious as I am."
Parked at the abandoned weigh-station half a mile up Sams Creek Road, the boys were sitting in the back seat of Paul's car. They had pushed the front seats forward as far as they would go, so they could stretch their legs. The light from a nearly full moon cast eerie shadows into the car and across the boys' laps. The radio was tuned to the classic rock station.
"I'll bet the first thing you're gonna do when the wires come out," Tyler speculated, "is head to Cindy's Drive-Inn for a Monster-Burger and a large basket of onion rings."
Paul looked off into space for a moment. "Well, that's one of my top five things to do." He turned to look into Tyler's dark brown eyes and ventured his hand toward Tyler's. "But it's not number one."
Tyler returned Paul's gaze. "Paul ..." he began.
But Paul put a finger to Tyler's lips. "Tyler, ever since that first day you came to see me in the hospital, I can't get you out of my mind. You're the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. And I must be dreaming about you too because ... well ... I haven't gone a single night without shooting a load in my sleep ... even when I was still in the hospital."
Tyler adjusted himself in the seat to face Paul. He took Paul's finger and kissed it tenderly. "I've been thinking about you a lot too, Paul. I can't close my eyes without seeing your face." He snickered. "You know ... I've been jacking off three or four times a day just thinking about you. Just being around you I get so damn horny. I haven't felt like this since ... well ..." He turned away.
"Alan?"
"Yeah," he replied softly, turning back to his friend.
"I can never replace Alan," Paul said. "I can't be what he was to you."
"Can we not talk about Alan ... please?" Tyler interrupted. "Alan was my past. Paul, you are my here and now; you are my future. And I love you very much."
With that he drew closer to Paul, as close as the backseats of Paul's car would allow, for a close embrace and some passionate kissing, as passionate as Paul's wired jaw would allow. The windows fogged with the heat radiating from their teenaged bodies.
They broke apart for a moment. Paul tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. How he wished he hadn't drunk his pop so quickly. "Tyler," he whispered, "I've never done anything like this. Show me what to do."
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Tyler asked, remembering that his boyfriend was still healing from his injuries. Then he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry ... bad choice of words."
Paul joined in the laughter. Then he took Tyler's hand and placed it over his own crotch. "Yes, I think I'm `up' for this," he said, chuckling at his own joke.
"As long as you're sure," Tyler re-assured his friend. "We'll take it slow, one step at a time."
He undid Paul's belt, unfastened the top button of the quarterback's jeans and unzipped the fly, all the while looking deeply into they boy's eyes. When the zipper was all the way down, Paul lifted his hips, and Tyler slid Paul's jeans and boxers down to his knees. He gently touched Paul's cock, almost causing him to lose it right there.
"Oh god, Tyler! I'm so close!"
Tyler leaned down and took the boy's organ into his mouth, as far down as he could go. The sensation was almost too much for Paul. His breathing became labored as Tyler worked Paul's cock with his mouth and tongue.
"Tyler ... oh god ... Tyler ... unh, unh ...UUUNNNNHHHH!"
And Paul released his seed into the warmth of Tyler's mouth, onto the swimmer's waiting tongue. Tyler slowed his teasing of Paul's cock, using his lips to milk every last drop from the football player before slowly releasing him back to the warm open air of the car's interior.
Paul looked down at his friend through half-closed eyes with a wide grin. "Thank you," he whispered.
Tyler swallowed. "You're welcome."
Paul's eyes flew open. "What the fuck? You swallowed my ... uh ..."
"Your cum?" Tyler completed Paul's question. "Yes, I swallowed your cum. Because, Paul Miller ..." He paused to kiss the head of Paul's dick. "... I just want you to know just how much I love you. You're a part me now, and we'll never be separated."
"C'mere," Paul said as he drew Tylerback up for a tender kiss. Paul could taste his own seed on Tyler's lips. "I want to return the favor. Show me what to do."
"Not much you can do with this jaw wired shut," Tyler said as he gently stroked Paul's chin.
"Please," Paul pleaded.
"You're sure?"
Paul nodded.
"Let's take it slow," Tyler said. He took Paul's hand and placed it on his crotch. He noticed his friend's hand was shaking. "Don't be afraid."
"I'm not."
Tyler released Paul's hand. Paul did as he remembered Tyler had done to him a few minutes earlier, starting with Tyler's belt, then unfastening the top button on his jeans. But, his hands were still shaking, and he had some trouble trying to unzip Tyler's fly one- handed. He started giggling which started Tyler giggling.
"Let me help," Tyler said, and he covered Paul's hand with his own, aiding in the task of unzipping.
Tyler's black briefs were finally exposed. But Paul hesitated, realizing the first-time experience that was before him.
"Are you OK?" Tyler asked.
Paul tried to swallow in a dry throat. He looked to his friend's face. "I guess I'm a little scared is all."
"We don't have to do this, Paul."
"No, Tyler. I want to do this." Paul was emphatic. "I just ... never ..."
Tyler was quick to comfort his friend. "I won't rush you. Take your time. We've got all night."
Paul looked back down to Tyler's crotch. In the gloom he could see the outline of the boy's penis and balls. He slowly reached out and touched Tyler's cock through the fabric.
This is it,' he thought. There's no turning back.'
He slowly ran his fingers along the length of Tyler's cock from the head to the base, then reached down to feel the swimmer's balls, all the while filled with wonder at the sensation of touching another person's body. He ran his hand upward, feeling the gentle firmness of his friend's cock, the pronounced outline of the boy's cockhead. But Paul couldn't find a fly.
Tyler sensed Paul confusion. He took Paul's hand and inserted it inside his briefs, placing it firmly on his cock. Paul was amazed at the heat radiating from Tyler's cock. He stroked the swimmer's organ, urging it to greater firmness.
Tyler hooked his thumbs and lowered his briefs, exposing his equipment to full view. Paul could feel no pubic hair around Tyler's cock.
"You're so smooth," Paul said with wonder.
"I shave," Tyler explained. "So I can swim faster."
Paul held Tyler's cock so it was pointing up to the roof of the car and began gently stroking. In the dim light he could see a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his friend's penis. He leaned in and placed his lips around the glans for his first taste of cock. The taste was sweet, and the slippery fuid moistened his mouth. And it left him wanting more. But the wire holding his jaw in place held firm. He looked up into Tyler's eyes, conveying the message of his frustration.
"Just take it easy," Tyler said. "I know what you're going through. Try this instead. C'mere."
He pulled Paul up to eye level, then took his friend's hand and wrapped it firmly around his cock. Then he leaned into Paul's face for a tender kiss. They kept up their kissing as Paul got into the up-and-rhythm of stroking his friend's cock. Tyler parted his lips and slipped his tongue into Paul's mouth. With Paul's jaw wired shut for another week, this would have to be the closest they could get to tasting each other.
Paul continued stroking Tyler's cock as their kiss deepened. Tyler's breathing became labored, and he whimpered softly, signaling his impending orgasm. Without breaking their kiss he shot his load all over Paul's hand, on his stomach, as far up as his tee-shirt.
Tyler's body was racked by wave after wave of pleasure as he released six or seven bursts of cum. Paul released Tyler's cock and brought his hand up to his mouth to taste his boyfriend's sperm, just as Tyler had done just moments earlier. Tyler took Paul's hand and brought it to his own lips, licking his own seed. Together they swallowed Tyler's semen and looked deep into each other's eyes.
"Now we're a part of each other," Paul whispered.
"Forever," Tyler said as he leaned in for another passionate kiss.
So wrapped in their mutual pleasure, they never heard the pickup truck pull in quietly behind them.
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to be continued in Chapter 31