DISCLAIMERS
All the usual disclaimers apply. This is not for readers under the age of 18 or for anyone where such literature is unlawful. So please don't go further if you fit into either category. This story involves an evolving romance between two teenaged boys who become intimate physically and engage in sexual acts. If same-gender love or sexual contact offends you, you have come to the wrong website and should avoid my story and everything else you find here. If you are still here, I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it. Comments are welcome at stoicactor@hotmail.com. And I thank those who began writing soon after Chapter 1 posted and have continued still. Your encouragement is a sweet nectar.
I want to give a special thanks to David, a courageous man and my story editor, for his thoughtful and intuitive suggestions for the Chase Naked story.
Comments are welcome at stoicactor@hotmail.com. And I thank those who began writing to me soon after Chapter 1 posted and have continued still. Your encouragement is a sweet nectar. Chase Naked Chapter 3
When Friday dawned, I was awake, my mind and all my senses concentrated on the end of classes that day, when I would gather my books and rendezvous with Chase to go to his house. I had my things tucked away in my backpack to stay the night.
My penis was veiny and hard as granite and keenly sensitive to the sheet slipping over the head as I slid out of bed to go to the bathroom. Hearing my mother downstairs cooking when I opened my door, I felt safe darting across the hall wearing only a tee shirt. Being out of my room with my penis exposed was wonderfully sensual. I loved the warm rush of air as I opened the door into the bathroom where an electric heater made it cozy and inviting.
For maybe two minutes in the shower, I slipped my soaped hand back and forth over my erection, savoring the feelings but not wanting to diminish the sensual power of the expected night in Chase's bed. Stopping wasn't easy, and my penis stayed stiff as a lamp post until I was back in my bedroom dressing for breakfast.
"Honey," Mom said as I sat down at the table. "Your face looks flushed. Do you have fever?"
She gently pressed her hand to my forehead.
"I'm fine, Mom, really fine."
She was skeptical but finally conceded that I didn't feel that feverish.
"I know you're excited about going to the Bowers house tonight. Maybe that's it."
"Could be!"
I tried to be cool when I said that, not betraying any of my racing thoughts of sex in my immediate future.
My mother always seemed to enjoy anything I was interested in and joined in my excitement. She had no idea what I longed for this night.
At school we did the little chin-on-my-shoulder ritual with Chase whispering, "I got good news." He wheeled around and leaned against the next locker. "Dad's out of town until morning. If we play it right, we won't have breakfast with him. Which is good. God, he's in a bad mood."
He winked, tapped my shoulder and moved away with long strides, his head held high.
Don't ask me what happened in classes that day. It was like a dream you forget, except for at least six erections before the final bell rang and I bolted from the building.
When I ran up to Chase, he was so eager he briefly touched just above my belt, then retreated like he feared someone might see. For that moment, his hand radiated heat through my knit shirt as if he had just taken it from the oven. I felt the heat down to my eager penis and balls. I wanted to shout and cry at the same time.
When I unzipped my pack to get us each a candy bar, he laughed.
"Why are your hands shaking?"
He knew why. I saw his sly, knowing grin. He was beautiful. I looked at his sweet face. His lips seemed almost engorged, so full. I caught a glimpse of his tongue briefly as it flicked from his mouth quick as a lizard's tongue catching a gnat in midair.
We walked the mile to the spacious Bowers home quickly, gabbing like magpies along the way. I don't know now what we talked about. The real topic lay simmering beneath the chatter of two nervous virgins quivering in anticipation of losing our innocence that very night.
Chase's mother was an attractive lady and greeted me warmly as we stepped into a large foyer.
"I'm Ann Bowers, and you must be Bryan."
I accepted her handshake and thanked her for letting me come over.
"We should be thanking you, Bryan. Chase doesn't have all that much company. And I like for other kids to visit. Honey, you haven't had any overnight guests--what do you call it? Sleepovers?--since that boy Jamie. Remember him? He got homesick and left before 9 p.m."
Chase looked embarrassed by that. And I was puzzled. In my mind I had always assumed that he was flooded with company, popular guy that he seemed to be. Chase shuffled awkwardly and motioned for me to follow him upstairs.
"Chase, sweetheart, come back down in twenty minutes. I have you boys a treat to hold you till dinner."
I wanted to ask about Jamie, the homesick boy, but I didn't pursue it.
Inside Chase's bedroom we paused while he pushed the door shut. For slowly crawling seconds, we stood facing each other before he moved close and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Bryan, I'm glad you're here. It's so cool."
He suddenly hugged me, slamming me against his body in a tight embrace. I felt his arms go around me and his face nuzzle my neck. He kissed my neck and my cheek. I was so taken by surprise that I almost collapsed in his arms, offering no gesture to protest or return the affection.
"Was it good on the phone," he asked, pulling back to look at me.
I could only nod at first. I was having trouble breathing.
"It's gonna be better in person."
Sensing that I was overcome by all this, Chase gently led me to his bed and pulled me down against him.
"You okay, dude?"
"Ye-yeah!"
He got very near my face. I felt his breath, smelled his scent and instinctively parted my lips as his lips made the slightest contact with mine before pressing down urgently.
I had never been kissed romantically before in my life. Chase said he had only once. But we learned quickly and rolled about sucking each other's lips, forcing our tongues into the other's mouth and laughing and wiping away bursts of tears.
His mother's call interrupted us.
"Come on down, fellas. Got something for you. Wash up first."
We struggled to get rid of two already aching boners, laughing looking at our bulges. Chase went to the door and told her we would be right down. His mother liked for him to wash up before sitting at the table. He led me into his bathroom and got a washcloth, ran warm water over it and took me by complete surprise when he ran it over my face and neck. The feeling was incredible. Then I washed him, and, still pushing to rearrange our hard-ons, we slowly descended the stairs.
We went into the breakfast room where two fresh fruit compotes awaited us, a medley of fresh pineapple, honey dew melon, watermelon,. cantelope and grapes. Ms. Bowers came in holding up a crystal bowl.
"Surprise!" she said, "Fresh whipped cream."
She heaped the cream onto the fruit and stepped to watch us dive into it with spoons.
I watched Chase eat. Once, when his mother vanished into another part of the house, he lifted a spoonful to my mouth and watched the cream dribble down my chin. I quickly scooped up some and smeared it over his lips and chin. We watched each other lick our lips and draw the backs of our hands across our chins.
"You left some," Chase said, reaching to get a white smudge off the corner of my mouth as we giggled like junior high girls.
"What are you boys laughing at?" Ms. Bowers said from the kitchen.
She had gotten back in there from another door. I don't know if she saw anything. At least we know she couldn't see under the table to our laps, where our excitement would have been all too obvious.
"Oh, Mom, just having fun!"
We behaved fairly well until after dinner, which was served formally at 7 o'clock. After eating as politely as we could, Chase and I helped carry the dishes into the kitchen and offered to wash them, but Ms. Bowers insisted that we go on and, in her words, "just have a great time together."
"When will dad be home?" Chase asked glumly.
She said that Pastor (she really referred to him that way) would be home from the airport around 9 a.m.
"His driver is picking him up so I can be here to prepare your breakfast."
Trying to act restrained, we bounded up the stairs two at a time and hustled into Chase's room and fell on the bed together. Chase started to unbuckle my belt, but I put my hand over his and stopped him.
I knew that the time for dealing with my insecurities was here; I got quiet as we lay entwined in each other's arms.
Chase looked me right in the eyes.
"Bryan, I think you're nervous about me seeing you naked for the first time. Right?"
Although I protested at first, he took my hand, kissed it, and said, "Quiet! I know how to make this easier. Come on."
He led me into his bathroom, a very large room with a dressing nook at the end opposite the big shower with the clear glass enclosure. He nudged me into the dressing area and had me sit down on a little bench. He knelt in front of me and carefully took my shoes and socks off and rubbed my feet for a while. I leaned against the wall and felt a wave of relaxation rise up from my feet to my neck and face.
"Ready?"
I nodded and stood up and let him remove my knit shirt and my jeans and then slip my blue boxer briefs down my legs and off.
"Bryan, you are beautiful," Chase purred, staring at my naked body, then leaning forward to rest his face against my dick and balls. I gasped
"Not so bad, huh, dude?"
He stood and kissed me and began getting naked. We stood there just looking at each other in wonder, and I never again worried about how I would look with another gay male.
"Can I touch you?"
I nodded, and Chase slipped his hand under my ball sac, cupping my balls tenderly. There is no way that I could ever have imagined how dramatically different the touch of another boy would feel. My own poor touch would never again be as exciting. And when he eased his other hand onto my dick, I felt like I was going to burst into an orgasm standing there in this elegant bathroom.
Chase took my hand and placed it on his dick and we kissed hungrily. After we paused to breathe, he led me back to his bed, where we lay on our sides facing each other, touching tenderly all over our bodies.
"Can I jack you off?"
I melted and rolled flat on my back, my arms to my side, completely vulnerable to his gaze and his touch as he wrapped his hand around my dick and slowly began moving it up and down, giving me sensations I could never hope to describe adequately. Chase went slowly, never changing the rhythm, up and down on my shaft, sometimes moving over the head, but always the same slow pace until I was begging him to go faster.
"Chase! Faster!"
My body was undulating, a wave of movement beginning in my torso and moving downward to thrust my dick up and lift my butt off the bed. My legs flounced and spread. My sac got so tight that my balls were pressed with slight pain against the base of my dick.
Suddenly, it all came together. I pushed my crotch high up, my butt clear of the sheet, and rapid-firing ropes of cum left my dick like slender white missiles. The first hit my cheek, the next my forehead and a third went over my head. Two smaller bursts landed on my flat belly and puddled around my navel. Chase squeezed the last sticky fluid out and some dribbled into my bush.
As the last of it left my body, I relaxed all over and lay smiling at my lover, who soon eased on top of me and kissed me with his tongue lingering deep in my mouth.
He moved sensually against my cum-slicked stomach and chest as he guided my hand between us to grasp his big dick and begin stroking him.
He raised his head enough to focus on my eyes and kept that connection until a flood of warm moistness spread out over my abs as Chase spilled a huge load. Then he collapsed on me as we lay in the warm afterglow of our first real sexual contact.
In the middle of the night, I felt him slip away and in a moment heard him in the bathroom. As he opened the door to come back, I got up and went to relieve myself, pausing for a quick kiss and embrace near the bed.
When I returned, the light was on and Chase lay naked in the middle of the bed, his dick swelling, his balls hanging loosely between his thighs. I climbed in just as he lifted his dick invitingly. He didn't have to say what he wanted. I knelt beside him and tenderly kissed the very tip of it, then slipped the head into my mouth as he moaned softly.
"Suck me, Bryan!"
Suddenly I felt his dick swell and his fingers go into my hair, clinging to my head, as it moved up and down his big shaft. It was too much for him to hold back.
"Bryan, Bryan, pull off, oh, God, pull off."
Unsure of what to do, I snapped my mouth back from him. His semen spurted onto my face as if it had been shot from a syringe. Some of it ran down over my upper lip and into my mouth. I flinched at first, then thrilled to the new taste.
"You okay, Bryan?" he asked.
"Oh, fuck, yeah! I'm doing great, Chase."
I rolled onto my back, still savoring the power of what I had done for my lover and how good it had been for me. I wiped at the stuff running down my face. Chase grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand and got most of it off of my face.
He tossed the tissues to the floor and reached for me and urged me into straddling his chest and pushing my dick into his eager mouth. I was so aroused by then that I didn't last long before I was pumping what felt like a quart of my seed into his mouth. Just before he let it into his mouth, he had said simply, "I want your cum!" He got it all.
We two virgin boys had crossed the divide between early adolescent fondling and passionate, intimate sex as an expression of love.
For an hour, we lay talking about all that had happened that night and even in the years before as we yearned for, but didn't dare approach, each other.
In the splendid shelter of Chase's bedroom, with no one around to interrupt us at that hour, we pledged our love to each other. We gave no thought to the coming return of Pastor and how he might respond to the presence of a Catholic boy in his son's bedroom--even if he had no idea that we had tasted the forbidden fruit of the tree and left our innocence to wither on soft, green, freshly stained bed sheets.
We liked the fruit and had no desire to surrender it.