"Braiden, wait up"
Chance got us a C on the project. He was more into making out than the actual project. I should have known allowing him to get the shit done at the last minute was a bad idea. I should have done it myself ahead of time.
"Braiden.. look I'm sorry!"
He pushed passed me into my house, and I knew I couldn't stay mad at him. That alone was too hard itself. I dropped my bag, turned the corner and waited for him. I heard him drop his stuff and nearing me and as I seen those cute emerald eyes I grabbed him. Not hard, but most definitely not soft. Our lips met and held their positions for what seemed like forever. He started to loosen his body, realized now that he was tense when I grabbed him, both of his hands finding their way to the tip of my hips, his hands fitting there so perfectly. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter into my own mouth. I felt my knees getting weak so I decided I'd stop him now.
"Chance, not here."
"C'mon Braiden, you can't lead me on then cut me off short."
"I didn't say we were done...I simply said, `not here'"
With that I took his hand and led him up to my room. His hands were warm and soft, like the rest of his skin, he was my "Prince in Shining Armor." I opened my bedroom door, leading him into my safe haven, it being neat and my favorite color; green. As soon as the door was shut, I took him by the neck, our lips meeting once more. Once again, I felt my knees tremble so I worked our way to my bed. I pushed him onto it, slowly creeping my hands up the front of his shirt. His muscles were tight, I could definitely feel the outline of his body, his abs, his well defined chest, making my way to his nipples which were now erect.
"Braiden...you're...crush...ing...me"
I found myself sitting on his stomach, "Oh, my bad, here," I got off of him and then straddled him, making sure I was leaning over instead of sitting on top. The more I pushed my hands up to his chest, the higher his shirt lifted. I took it by the end and pulled it over his head...his boxers were sticking out of the top of his pants. We made out for a good minute before I crept my lips up his cheeks, then back down his jaw, to his neck, to his chest, and finally his nipples. I made sure I caressed both of them equally, before making my way down the middle of his abs, stopping for a second at his navel, then working my way down to his pants, sliding them off, shortly after his boxers.
This wasn't the first time that I have given Chance oral sex. Honestly, I loved it, more importantly I loved him. It hasn't been long since we met, but there's just that connection with us that's special...matter of fact, magnificent. I being back down into Chance's crotch was normal. Maybe at least once a week this happens, and he returns the favor. I slowly licked his entire shaft, making sure it was slick with my saliva. I worked my way to his scrotum, fondling his balls into my mouth, and paying extra attention to the other one with one of my hands. Once finished, I worked my way back onto his thick shaft. He wasn't nearly as big as I was, but he made up for it in his girth. He wasn't massive, I would say just perfect for my liking. However, Chance never moaned. I imagined he did whenever he was alone, but during our "special time" he would never moan. Just his mouth slightly open head tilted back, and his eyes weakly closed. I stuck his shaft in my mouth, sometimes letting it out to go back to his balls, then to go back to his shaft. He would squirm every time I switched between his scrotum and penis.
I massaged his head with my tongue, slightly masturbating the base, allowing him to feel pleasure all over. That's when it happened, as his whole body tensed, and his balls pulling up into his body he shuddered and out came six marvelous blasts of hot liquid substance, which was perfect in my taste-book. Some say semen is salty and horrid; however, they must have never tasted Chance's. His was sweet, to a point of mere orgasming myself, with a hint of salinity; not much. He was perfect all around.
"Braiden that was...that was amazing!"
"Only for you baby,"
He asked if I wanted a return job but I declined. I felt good with what just happened, and didn't for him to do the same until later. He stayed over that night, and we watched tons of movies, and made out during the boring parts. Chance is all that I could ask for, and he's all I could ever want. He is the man of my dreams.
Chance:
The night with Braiden was phenomenal. I had such a great time. With all the movies, and his soft luscious lips. He has a body like mine, with shaggy brown hair that comes down over his brows, and soft-blue eyes. I love him to death...and admittedly, I think I am in love with him.
"Chance...Tell me about your mom"
I was taken aback by the question. I've never told anyone about her, I was too ashamed. I turned my head, I didn't want him to think I didn't trust him, but I just couldn't tell him. Not now.
"Chance, you're my boyfriend, and I love you, you know that right?" I nodded yes, "Then you can trust me enough to tell me right?" I didn't nod "Oh, well I see then, I guess I'll leave it to you."
I wanted him to probe. If he just dug a little deeper I would cave in...Braiden, come on, dig, I want to tell you...I need to tell you.
"Chance, you okay?"
"I need to tell somebody, and...Braiden, I need to tell you"
"Okay, your mom right?"
I nodded a yes, "Yeah. The story behind my mom is that she was never around. You see my dad and I have always been by ourselves. I don't know my mom's parents and I rarely ever see my aunt. She was the only one who knew my mom was pregnant with me. My mom was sixteen, so my dad says, as he was twenty. He got her pregnant, and you would think that he would be the coward to run off. Well, before her parents realized it, she ran off and lived with my Aunt. Whenever I was born, which was a year or so before my aunt's wedding, my mom gave me up. Luckily, my dad was forced to also sign the adoption papers, because he was still in her life, and he didn't. He decided to take me in himself, and raise me, with no help from anyone. Not even his own family. I rarely, if at all, get anything from my mom. Maybe the occasional birthday card, but that's it."
When I finished I realized my eyes were over-flowing. My cheeks were soaked but my shirt wasn't...and then I felt him around me. My cheek was rested on Braiden's shoulder as he held me in his arms, stroking my back trying to comfort me.
"I'm so sorry Chance, and I wish I could relate. In a sense, I have a way of knowing what you mean, but I don't understand not being wanted."
"It's okay, because I am wanted...you want me, and my dad wants me, and those are the only two people I'll ever care about wanting me."
I looked up at him, and he wasn't mad, or shocked at me saying that. Just then I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Braiden. He was compassionate and didn't care what anyone else thought of us. He only thought of us, and I wanted to be with him no matter what happened. As I was staring into his eyes, I started reaching up, my lips slowly and lightly meeting his. He parted his, but I didn't want a sexual kiss. We made out for maybe a minute, on and off, us kissing, then him exploring my mouth, then back to kissing, and vice versa. Braiden was the only man in my life I've loved more than myself, and for that I'm thankful.
I know this isn't much, but being a busy weekend before Thanksgiving I'm trying to get a couple chapters in. I appreciate all the feedback you have given me, and if you have any comments or concerns let me know. Thank you. Oh and p.s. There is still more to come, so keep reading and be patient!!