Adam and Chase

Adam and Chase 4

Adam and Chase  -  Chap. 4

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The sweat had formed in tight beads on his chest and were beginning to trickle down to his abdomen. I couldn't stop myself. I had to stop myself. I had to get out of here or I would ruin our friendship forever. I started to get up to leave but Chase caught me by the arm and pulled me back.

"Where are you going, man?"

He knew damn well where I was going, why did he have to ask?

"I... I... I gotta go. Look, if I stay with you... well... like that, I'll do something that both of us will regret."

It wasn't that I didn't want to stay and be with Chase, but to ruin the friendship that we had only made up this morning was another thing.

"And what would that be?" Asked Chase.

"What the hell do you think?" My head whipped around and I shot him a glance that I really didn't mean to.

For a second his face became unsettled; then a small smile creased across it and I saw a glimmer shine in his deep green eyes.

"Here. Sit down, Adam."

I did as I was told. Not to do so would mean leaving that smile behind me, and I couldn't do that in a million years. My eyes wandered down from where his gaze previously held them, down his neck and shoulders; eventually they reached his chest. As I knew would happen, I felt blood rush to my crotch area. He noticed this, but seemed neither disgusted nor uneasy; actually he smiled.

It was the next thing he did that froze me back in my seat. Reaching up with his left hand, he placed it on his chest and began to slowly caress himself, looking at me for a reaction. I couldn't move; not one muscle. Moving his hand swiftly over the bare flesh he reached his right nipple and gently played with it. The body reacted and it visibly hardened.

"Chase, what the fuck are you doing?" I was so surprised.

He made a small laugh and his hand lifted from his chest and moved towards my face.

"Just trying to make you relax a little."

A knock at the door made him jump. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head quickly, then shouted out.

"Who is it?"

"Chase, its me. Lemme in, man. Why you locked the door anyways?" Came a voice from outside. Obviously male.

"Who's me?" That smile came again to Chase's face and I could tell he was playing a game with whoever was outside.

"Matt, you dumb shit. Now open the damn door!" Chase laughed, crossed the room and opened the door.

Outside stood a blonde-haired boy. He looked older than us, though not by much - maybe 17 or so. There was a confused and somewhat suspicious look on his face, but that didn't hide any of his attractiveness; not as hot as Chase was, but not ugly either. I settled that he was "kinda cute".

Matt walked into the room and looked down at me, sitting in the corner. I realized how stupid I must look, still in shock from what Chase had just done. No matter how much Matt was confused, he didn't just witness Chase's show and so was not anywhere near as confused as I was. In those few moments before I came to my senses, I tried to work out what had just happened. The guy who yesterday had called me a faggot and didn't want anything to do with me had just touched himself up in front of me, on purpose. Something was going seriously wrong here, or I was having hallucinations.

At that moment, Matt turned on his heel and looked at Chase. 

"So, who's your friend, man?"

"The one sitting over there like he can't speak for shit?" Chase laughed. "Just some street kid I picked up on 46th."

At this, my sense returned and I stood up, ready to defend myself.

"Um... Hey dude." That was the best I could manage for now.

"It's called Adam, and it didn't escape from some mental asylum or something... Well depends on what you class Staten Island as actually." Chase tried to give me an introduction.

Matt turned back to me and smiled.

"Okay," he began. "I have no idea what's going on, but I'm thinking you need rescuing from this psycho here." He pointed to Chase, who had his back to us and was putting his music away in his sports bag. "You wanna go get some pizza?"

"Sure." I replied.

Chase whirled around when I said that.

"Great!" He exclaimed. "I love you already!"

Matt laughed and tried to explain that Chase was madly, deeply, uncontrollably in love with pizza. I had kind of figured that from his strong reaction. At last, something we had in common.

"Hey man, what's that you're putting away?" Matt was asking Chase about his music.

"Oh, nothing. Just the new routine... You know? The one for Mrs Michelle?"

Matt nodded.

"Yeah, I seriously need some practice at that. I don't think I have the footwork right in the second part, when we shift balance."

"You wanna try?"

Damn! Now I was going to have to wait for lunch, and I hadn't even had breakfast yet. However, the upside to this was that I would get to see two cute boys dance for me. Plus, with what Chase and Matt were wearing, I'm sure it would be a good show. Both had on tight pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Sure, ok. Just once through."

Chase got up and pressed the cassette into the stereo machine again and rewound it. As he was doing this both he and Matt stripped off their shirts and I audibly let out a gasp. Matt's head swung around and I pretended to be interested in the piano over at the other side of the room. His suspicion forgotten, he went back to getting in position.

Chase clicked on the stereo and the music filled the room. It was a rock beat with drum and guitar, no vocals. I soon realized that Matt was just about as impressive as Chase on the dance floor. They were doing a routine of what I could only classify as "whoa". It seemed to be a mixture of break dancing and hip hop. As the music became more wild, so did the moves, but they controlled them so well.

The last part was coming up and Matt turned and flipped his head back, his body following. I thought he was going to complete the back flip, but then in mid-air his body stopped turning and he crashed to the floor. Chase stopped and went to see if he was okay. He groaned, then started to laugh.

"I told you I couldn't do that balance shift for shit." I was glad to see that he was smiling and not hurt. "I want pizza!"

Chase giggled, shut off the cassette and began to pack up his stuff. Matt retrieved his shirt from the floor and as he slid it over his body I could see the sweat glistening below. He wasn't well defined, but he certainly wasn't fat either. I watched him until his shirt slid down over the bare flesh and I wasn't sure if he'd catch me.

Soon Chase had packed up completely and we were ready. Leaving the theatre, we saw that the sun was out bright now and I wished that I had my sunglasses. Chase scooped a pair out of his sports bag and flipped them open. They seemed to make him look even cuter. We walked over to the Pizza Hut, which was only about 3 doors down from the box office and ordered.

As Chase made a quick bathroom exit, I was left talking to Matt. He told me that he went to the same highschool as Chase, but was majoring in drama/dance instead of Chase's voice/dance combination. Both he and Chase had met at an audition for a commercial when Matt was 10 and Chase was 8. They had been friends since and now Matt was a senior, he tried to spend as much time as he could with Chase before the inevitable happened and he had to go off to college.

Chase returned after a while and sat down in the middle of the conversation Matt was leading about our waitress. I had become embarrassed when he first brought the subject up and was presently looking down at my feet and hoping Pizza Hut could be hit by a meteor shower or something right about now.

"damn dude, did you see the ass on that one, I mean DAMN!" Matt almost had his tongue hanging out of his drooling mouth.

Chase was almost sent into hysterics.

"Calm down, dude. She wouldn't want your ugly ass anyways."

He smiled.

"Yeah right, whatever man. I'm shit hot. People can't resist me." He replied. "I mean look, even guys can't resist me. I bet Adam's sitting there right now dreaming about sucking my hot dick."

I was sure he'd made that as a joke but I was still shocked. I managed to recover quickly and get a hit in.

"Whichever of your _girl_friends told you that you were hot lied to you." 

He looked sideways at me and smiled. I don't know if it was because of what I said or that I had said something at all. It made me feel good inside, as though I'd been accepted.

We soon finished lunch and Chase was a hair's width away from licking the plate clean, he was enjoying it so much. Matt stood up and threw a $10 on the table.

"Well, nice meeting you, dude. I got some stuff to take care of so I hope I'll see you around."

I nodded agreement and he left, clapping Chase on the back.

"Hey, stay out here. I gotta run in and get something." Chase said to me after we had returned to his apartment.

I nodded and he ran inside.

About 3 minutes later he emerged, carrying a bat, 2 gloves and a baseball.

"I'm guessing that since we got a few hours before you gotta go, we may as well not waste it playing PS2."

I laughed at how he was struggling to carry all the equipment and try and close the door at the same time. It just was not working, but before I could give him any help, he had dropped the bat and the balls.

I managed to stop the ball, rolling down the steps, under my foot, but missed the two bats and they clunked down onto the sidewalk. Jumping down the steps, I grabbed the bat.

We pushed our way through the crowded streets of Manhattan and yet again I managed to lose Chase twice. We finally reached Central Park after a short, but tiring, walk and he slid down onto the ground to rest from the walk. I lay down beside him, though not too close that he would think I was hitting on him. Turning, he smiled at me and jumped up. He threw me a glove and we started playing catch.

"You do know what matt was talking about saying he had stuff to take care of don't you?" Small-talk was a bitch, but Chase was good at it.

"No idea. What?" I replied.

"He had to go home so he could be there when his girl came. Last time he was like five minutes late and kept her waiting outside the apartment. She wouldn't let him do her for like a week."

"So Matt and her? They're gonna... umm... fuck?" I asked.

"Um, duuuuh." He smiled. "What do you think, dickwad?"

I made a gaging noise as if I was going to throw up and we both began to laugh. He threw me the ball and I just managed to catch it.

"Silly faggot! Dicks are for chicks, ya know." He said jokingly.

"That's not what my last customer thought. He gave me a tip too. Sucked the guy good!" I was kidding, but it was fun to play around with Chase.

"OK, dude. That is like so gross!" Now he pretended to gag and throw up.

"I know you like it like that, closet case." I retorted.

Looking up into his eyes, they betrayed something. He just looked away from me, as if he was embarrassed. It could have been anything, though; I couldn't tell for sure.

We continued playing catch for about an hour and when I glanced at my watch it was around 3. I had to be home by 6 and it would probably take a bit of time to get the ferry and make my way back so I gave us until 5 before I had to leave.

"What do you want to do now?" I said catching the ball and holding it.

"You wanna go back to my place?" he asked.

"Sure. Sounds fun. Bet you can't whoop my ass at GTA again." I said. Then, quietly to myself - "Hopefully things will go better then they did last night."

We pushed our way back through the streets until we reached Chase's place. Once inside, we discovered that his parents weren't at home. He said this wasn't unusual as both had to work until relatively late most days. His dad was usually back first, but that wouldn't be until 6 at the earliest.

We trudged upstairs, but this time I was in front. He dropped his gloves and ball in the closet and propped his bats up against the wall. I took a seat on his bed and he came and sat down beside me. Neither of us said anything for two minutes then he made a noise.

"Adam, how long have you been gay?" he asked right out of the blue.

"I don't know." The question had caught me off-guard. "I guess I started thinking about guys in the 8th grade but I'm not 100% sure." 

"Does anyone else know?"

"No, only you. I had planned on staying in the closet for the rest of my highschool career, until... well... yesterday. Please don't..."

I was going to finish the sentence, but found that I couldn't. His lips were pressed to mine, and this time I hadn't initiated it.

After the initial shocked went away, I opened my mouth to allow his tongue in. It was pure heaven; to kiss the boy of your dreams. He wrapped his arms around my neck and started kissing me harder, his tongue beginning to get rougher. Chase laid me down on the bed and continued to tongue-wrestle with me. Then I broke the kiss.

"Wow" It was all that I could get out.

I was in complete shock.

"Chase, are you sure about this... I mean I really like you, but if your not sure then I don't want to fall for you and then get hurt in the end. Remember last night you called me some stuff and I don't want to be hurt like that."

His face fell when I mentioned what he had done the previous night.

"Adam, I've felt this way about you since I met you. I was just scared to admit it to myself."

I smiled and he took it as a cue to continue.

He leant in and kissed me again; this time it was soft and gentle. I wrapped my arms around him and began to steadily increase the pace. I let his wanting tongue into my mouth and, in turn, explored every inch of his mouth. Occasionally, I brushed his lips with my tongue and this seemed to turn him on even more because he would let out a gentle moan and the package in his crotch would jump.

I moved my hand up inside his shirt and played with the nipples he had made hard for me back in the dance room. Slipping his shirt over his head, I began to suck on his neck. I rolled over so that I was on to of him and returned to his sweet lips. My tongue moved over his neck and to his chest. It wasn't being controlled by my mind anymore, but other organs. It started licking and sucking on his right nipple. I was soon flicking the tip of it with my tongue and put my finger up to his mouth to let him suck on me while I pleasured him. The suction on my finger made me dribble precum out of my now very hard cock.

His groans told me that my efforts were not going unnoticed. I continued my exploration of his body with my tongue until I came to the top of his pants. I sat up and searched his eyes for approval and saw him gently nod. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans, not wanting him to change his mind, and slid them down with his boxers to his ankles. He kicked them onto the floor and lay there completely naked with the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. 7 inches of hard, wet cock was staring back at me. Reaching out, I touched the head with my finger. It was the first time I had ever touched a guy's dick besides my own. I leaned down and flicked the top of it with my tongue. This caused him to groan with lust.

I began to lick the hard shaft, savoring its taste. Leaving his cock coated with heavy saliva, I took his balls into my mouth one by one. They rolled around my mouth making him squirm under me. I let his balls fall from my mouth and licked back up the shaft. I swallowed just the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Chase was now moaning uncontrollably and grasping at the bedsheets with both hands. I continued to take the rest of his 7 inches down my throat. Slowly, but surely, I inched it down my throat until I felt my nose brush against his pubes. Slowly, I came back up and gobbled back down again. Soon I had picked up a fast sucking rhythm on his meat. I could tell he was really enjoying this by the sounds he was making. Placing his hands on the back of my head, he forced me to take him faster.

"Adam!" He almost screamed. "I'm so close, babe."

"Shoot in my mouth." I managed to get out around 7 inches of cock.

He started to fuck my face, hard and fast.

"Almost there!"

I felt his cock grow inside of my mouth, then a hot blast of his cum shot out of the head and trickled down my throat. Chase must have shot 5 times before he settled down. Some cum was starting to dribble down the side of my mouth. I took my finger to get the cum off the side of my mouth but before I could lick it clean, he swooped down and sucked it off my finger. I tilted my head and kissed him passionately on his lips.

"I love you." Said Chase

"I love you more." I said.

"Jesus Christ!" Said Matt.

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