From Behind Those Eyes 9
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From Behind Those Eyes - Chapter 9
I could feel the soft flesh of his lips as they kissed and sucked their way across my chest, my hands clutching his shoulders. I watched intently as he placed each kiss on my strong, bronzed chest and as his mouth closed over my nipple I moaned with pleasure. His tongue flicked back and forth across it before he moved across giving the same treatment to the other side of my chest. He looked up at me and our eyes met as he silently asked me for permission to go on. I wanted it so much, I had been imagining what it would feel like to feel his lips closing around my cock for the first time and I instinctively pushed him downward, hoping he would understand that I needed this. His desire seemed comparable to my own need as he settled in between my legs, breathing my scent in. I could feel his hot breath sweep over my erection with each breath he took causing it to jump in anticipation. He reached out pulling my hard cock away from where it rested on my stomach as he slowly lowered his lips and kissed the head. Ecstasy.
I could feel something hard pressing against me from behind. Its’ presence was strong enough to wake me from where I had become quite settled, wrapped in Jesse’s arms dreaming, my back pressed against the warm skin of his lean chest. My eyes snapped open as I realized in my groggy state that is was Jesse’s erection that had settled comfortably against my ass. Instinctively I pushed back against him causing his hard cock to sink deeper into the place it had found pleasing. I could tell he was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and calm, but he released an involuntary groan as he sank deeper into the cleft of my ass. Even through the thin barrier our boxers provided, I could feel the heat between our bodies, my own erection so painfully hard.
I don’t know how he does it, even asleep, he can drive me absolutely crazy; the smile that won’t leave my face, the content sighs I release, the need to have his body pressing against mine. I wiggled around a little, settling back against him as the curve of his body matched mine perfectly. It was like I belonged right there next to him. It was a feeling I couldn’t control, but it left me feeling whole inside. I knew that I could never turn back from where he had taken me. This was real and while I was scared and confused at the beginning, it was clear to me now that things were the way they were supposed to be. It would be impossible to hide feeling like this. I had to tell my Dad soon.
I rolled over, turning in his arms as our chests met. As much as I liked the contact, the feeling of his skin on mine creating that spark between us, I backed away a little so I could see his face as he lay there in my bed with me. He was breathing softly, his golden strands resting across his forehead, and I gently lifted them, uncovering his beautiful face. His eyes blinked opened to find me looking at him smiling and he smiled gently in response. This was the second morning in a row that I had woken up with him, and I was starting to realize why I liked this time of day the most. There were no judgments being made by anyone, no act to put on, just us being together, being ourselves. While I loved his vitality, that electricity he always seemed to have in him making him smile that brilliant smile, I was starting to appreciate this Jesse too. He was calmer, less intense, just… peaceful.
“Morning,” I whispered softly.
“Morning,” he replied. “You were watching me sleep,” he said as if he was looking for confirmation from me.
“I was,” I admitted. “I can’t help it though, you just look so incredibly peaceful.”
“You’re cute when you do that,” he said and I wondered what he was talking about. My expression must have shown him that I didn’t know what he was talking about because he went on to say, “The way you sort of chew on your lip when you’re thinking.”
“Oh, I guess I do, I never really thought about it before,” I said as we heard a knock on my bedroom door. Jesse’s calmer, less intense mood vanished quickly only to be replaced by one full of worry. He practically jumped out of my bed, but I had anticipated a reaction like that from him and I had a firm hold around his waist making it next to impossible for him to go anywhere.
He lay next to me frustrated, nervous, as I said, “We’ll be down in a minute Dad.”
“Okay guys,” was the response we heard from the other side of the door before the sounds of footsteps made their further and further down the hall.
My eyes never left Jesse’s, and while he looked worried and scared, I was feeling more and more confident in the realization that my Dad would very soon know that I was gay and that Jesse was my boyfriend. Maybe it was the calm before the storm, I wasn’t sure really, but the one thing I did know was that it was time. Time to be honest. I had been honest with myself a long time ago, and I had finally allowed myself to be honest with someone else, leaving only my Dad, and he deserved to know the truth.
“We’re in this together,” I said encouragingly as I tried to remind him of that fact. “Now come on, I guess it’s breakfast time,” I said and I playfully pinched his butt before I got up and threw on some sweats and a shirt. He flashed me an incredulous look before he joined me and we headed downstairs.
“Hey guys,” my Dad said hearing us approaching.
“Hi,” we both responded at the same time causing him to laugh.
“I was just about to head out,” he informed us. “Duty calls. So what are your plans for the day,” he asked.
We both shrugged, looking at each other to answer since we hadn’t really planned anything. “I guess we’ll just hang out,” I answered. “What time do you think you’ll be home,” I asked him.
“Who knows,” he said almost sounding irritated.
I looked toward Jesse who was being awfully quiet and said, “So, cereal okay or should we be brave and try and cook something,” I asked.
“Uh oh, I’m out of here,” my Dad said as he walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll call you later Stephen,” he threw over his shoulder and left us to fend for ourselves.
Jesse and I finally decided on cereal, and as we sat and ate we talked and thought that seeing a movie sounded like a good idea. We figured that we could be together and not have to worry about running into anyone until we were really ready to deal with that.
I had been thinking since last night about telling my Dad about me and Jesse, but I had to consider his feelings too so I asked him, “Jess? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure baby, what is it?” he responded and I grinned. I just loved hearing him call me that.
“Well, I was thinking… and I think that I’m ready to tell my Dad. I mean I want to… that is, if you’re okay with it,” I said. I knew that his parents knew about him and everyone else too, for that matter, but I wanted to be sure before I told my Dad that he was my boyfriend that he was okay with it. If not, maybe I could just start by telling him about me, but I really wanted to be honest with my Dad and tell him everything. I really liked Jesse, a lot, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon either, in fact, I was pretty sure that I was falling in love with him. I knew that I had never felt this way before about anyone. I never wanted to be without him and when he was away from me I felt a need to have him close again, there was an emptiness when he wasn’t around.
After a long silence from him he simply asked, “Are you sure?”
“Well, yeah, I think so. Why? You don’t think I should?” I asked, wondering if there was some part of this whole ‘coming out’ thing that I hadn’t considered. I guess if anyone knew what that was, Jesse would.
“That’s up to you,” was his only reply on the matter.
“Am I missing something?” I asked wondering why he didn’t have an opinion on the matter, or at least some words of wisdom or encouragement. In fact, I hoped that if he thought I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life that he would at least try and talk me out of it, try and stop me from doing something irreparable.
“No one can make this decision for you Stephen. It’s your life and your Dad. I hardly know him, but you do, and you’ll have to make this choice on your own, but whatever you decide I’ll be right beside you,” he said as he took my hand in his.
We had finished our breakfast and were back upstairs in my room. I guess I had a lot on my mind; between seriously considering telling my Dad about Jesse and me, the fact that we were going out to see a movie in public together, and that he was currently revealing more and more of his perfect body to me I hadn’t heard him the first time he spoke.
“What?” I asked him.
“I was just asking you for a towel,” he repeated.
“Oh, yeah… a towel. I’ll get you one,” I said as I made my way to the hall closet. He was right behind me wearing only his boxers by this point.
“Thanks,” was all he said as I turned to give him the towel finding myself trapped between him and the wall. When my eyes met his I felt it; the intensity between us, the purity of our feelings, the desire. As if him standing just inches away from me wearing almost nothing wasn’t reason enough, the memory of my dream that morning resonated in my head and my body reacted. The thin material of the pajamas I had thrown on earlier tented out with my obvious excitement as he stepped forward, his mouth coming over mine. As soon as I felt the gentle pressure of his tongue brush across my lips, I dropped the towel I was holding and let mine meet his. His erection brushed against mine as he stepped closer to me causing the low groan in the back of my throat. My hips involuntarily thrust in his direction and I grabbed him by the hips pulling his body against mine.
Suddenly I had too many clothes on. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. His hands slid up my shirt on their way to explore the thick muscles in my chest and the thin white fabric of my shirt gathered on top of his forearms until I raised my arms allowing him to get rid of the only thing keeping me from feeling the heat of his chest against mine. Our mouths separated long enough for him to get my shirt over my head, his hands sliding across my strong shoulders and up each arm until he had both his hands laced in mine.
His face was out of sight for only a second, but as it was revealed to me again, I saw in his eyes the emotions he was feeling. Desire, lust, passion; a need to be closer. “Come with me,” he said, his voice deep with certainty. I couldn’t find the words, but I nodded my consent.
I showered with other guys all the time, but this was different. While it remained unsaid, we both were quite aware of the fact that this would be taking a big step, but becoming more intimate was something we both wanted and had agreed we were ready for.
Holding my hand he led me to the bathroom. I leaned in and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. I turned in his direction only to find him standing there completely naked. I swear I stopped breathing for a minute as I saw him completely for the first time before our eyes met and he smiled at me. He was everything I had imagined and more. I loved the long lean body he had, and the parts I was seeing for the first time definitely held my interest as I took the opportunity to just look at him.
He walked toward me and when he was close enough, his arm went around my waist pulling me to him. I heard him sigh as my body made contact with his. “Ready?” he asked. Again I nodded, not being able to form a comprehensible sentence. His arms were around my waist, his fingers slowly tracing the waistband of the pajamas I still wore. It finally occurred to me that if I was going to get in the shower I would have to take my pajamas off. I moved my hands to my waist in an effort to make that happen when he said, “Let me.”
“Okay,” I said softly. His fingers made their way around to my hips and his thumbs hooked the sides of my pajamas and boxers together before his eyes met mine for one final silent request for permission to go on. I gave him the approval he was looking for. His eyes were locked on mine as his hands slowly made the descent down my body, removing my clothes, leaving me standing naked before him.
“Wow,” he gasped out as he took his turn to look at my body, though he had seen it once before, very briefly, it was different this time. This time, we both were acknowledging the step we were taking, and we wanted it to be right. The steam was rising around us when I felt him take my hand in his leading me to the shower.
Stepping under the warm spray he dropped his head back as the stream of water cascaded down his chest. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face before his eyes opened again. I watched his every movement, taking in every detail and committing it to memory. He stepped aside allowing me to lose myself under the hot water momentarily. I felt him move behind me, his lips sucking the drops of water off of my shoulders. He slid his hands from my shoulders down my back until they came to rest on my hips pulling me back against him. I felt the unmistakable presence of his erection as it gently slid against my wet crevice. I leaned back against his chest, his mouth on the back of my neck. I reached back and grabbed his hips, instinctively pulling him closer, and as he sunk further into the wet, warm space he moaned with pleasure. His hands slid further around my body as my head dropped back on his shoulder. I felt his hands exploring my chest and when his hand wrapped around my hard cock I gasped out loud.
Gently at first, he was stroking, the sensations different, better than when I touched myself. Unpredictable, he was in control of what happened now. No one had ever had there hand on me like this before, I never wanted him to stop. His other hand roamed over my body, feeling each muscle in my stomach before moving higher to my chest. His fingertip drawing small circles around my nipple until he deliberately rubbed across it sending another spark to my cock. “Oh Jess,” I gasped, the sensation so intense. On each long stroke his thumb would slide over the head of my cock and then all the way down to the base before starting the same path again. His agonizingly slow and long strokes left me in anticipation as my fingers were clutching the skin of his hips. The warm water fell all around us adding to the heat already in the room.
I could feel the familiar sensation building deep within me and I knew I was close. I wanted to see Jesse too; to touch him, and hopefully make him feel as amazing as he was making me feel. Somehow I managed to grab his hand that was stroking my dick, now at a slightly faster pace, and stop him. Physically my body made me groan in protest, but it was what I wanted. I turned in his arms and my mouth covered his immediately, my hands pulling his face to mine as I kissed him with all the passion and need my body was feeling. He released a deep groan in the back of his throat when his erection slid against mine before he grabbed me by the hips and turned us, pressing me up against the wall. His body pressed against mine, but somehow he found a way to get his hand in between us as he stroked us both at the same time. The feeling of his hard cock against mine, the way his mouth was working on that spot on my neck again was almost too much.
My hand replaced his on his own hard cock as he stepped back a little to create more room between us. His eyes closed as he gasped, feeling my hand on him. My movements were tentative at first with the hesitation I was feeling doing this to someone else for the first time. Slowly I began to stroke his dick, it was soft to the touch but hard, thick underneath his soft skin. I was listening to each breath he took, they were teaching me what he liked, how he wanted me to touch him. He moaned as my fingers slid over the end of his cock before making their way back down to where they would brush against his abdomen, his breathing becoming labored now. While his hand never stopped moving on me, I was suddenly more interested in watching him, seeing him enjoy the sensations I was creating in him.
My free hand traced the silhouette of his long torso until it came down on his shoulder. I pulled him closer to me as I bent down, my lips landing on his neck before I moved further down letting my lips make a gentle pass across his chest. “Oh fuck,” he gasped feeling my tongue flick teasingly across his nipple. I looked up at him from where I was slowly kissing my way over to the other side of his chest. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, the long line from his chin down his neck to his chest was masculine, magnificent.
His hand had slowed its’ movements on me as he let himself be taken over by the sensations he was feeling. I didn’t care though, watching him like this, sexual and uninhibited was like heaven to me. All I wanted was to make him feel good, to feel the pleasure that he makes me feel. His breaths were erratic, being replaced with moans of pleasure, as I stroked him faster. I knew he was close, I could tell and I felt him thicken further in my hand. His fingers were digging into my skin, and then it happened. His whole body shook with an intensity that was amazing as he came in my hand.
Suddenly I felt vulnerable, embarrassed almost, like I didn’t know what to say to him. He stood there, leaning against me while his breathing returned to normal, his head resting against mine. I didn’t have to worry about that long though because before I knew what was happening he was kissing me again. My body responded as it had since the first day I saw him. I wanted him, and the way that his mouth was moving down my neck to my chest was enough to make me forget my earlier discomfort with the situation. I knew what was going to happen, and while I would normally have been over thinking the situation, I wanted this. I had lost control of the situation, the feelings inside of me taking over, and I let him move me, take me to a place I had never been before.
The water was falling all around us as I felt his hand on me for the second time. This time though, his movements weren’t about discovery, and I was almost thrusting into his hand. His mouth was on my neck pushing me closer to the edge. My whole body tightened from the incredible sensations he was giving me as he stroked my cock faster. I was so close, moaning, when he whispered in my ear, “Cum for me baby.” A rush of feeling coursed through my whole body as I came, my breath lost for a moment.
I was relieved that there was a wall behind me to lean on because my legs almost gave out on me. My eyes were closed, my head back against the wall, as I tried to regain control of my body, my breathing slowly returning to normal. When I opened my eyes, I found him watching me and he smiled lovingly at me. I leaned over and kissed him in return, still euphoric from the intense feelings I was having.
I think that normally I would have been preoccupied, worrying about what he was thinking, but for some reason the way he kept his eyes focused on mine helped to soothe any fears I might have had. It didn’t hurt that he was gently washing my chest and shoulders either. “Turn around,” he said and I complied. His hands working to create a lather on my back as he massaged his way along my spine. We managed to finish our shower and get dressed before we sat down to decide on a movie.
He had his stuff with him as we pulled into the theater parking lot, the plan being that I would drop him off at home after the movie. That thought alone had me feeling like a part of me would be missing soon, but I pushed it aside, determined to make the most of our time together.
The theater was fairly empty for a Sunday afternoon, but we didn’t have any objections as we sat there in the dark, my hand in his, his thumb gently running over my knuckles. I looked over at him to find him watching the movie, but when he looked over at me and found me watching him instead he smiled that smile that he kept just for me. I knew I was in love with him, maybe I wasn’t ready to tell him yet or to say it out loud, but I knew. The way my breath caught in my throat and my heart raced, this was definitely love.
After the movie ended we got into my truck and I drove him home. We walked inside and immediately ran into Jesse’s mom. I recognized her from the first visit I had made to his house and she smiled at us. “Hello boys,” she greeted us.
“Hi mom,” Jesse replied. Her eyes were bouncing back and forth between Jesse and I, like she was trying to figure something out.
“Did you two have a good time last night?” she asked innocently.
“Yeah mom, we did,” he told her.
“That’s good, I’m glad,” she responded smiling.
“We’re going to put my stuff in my room,” Jesse explained before he started for the stairs. I followed him but stopped when I heard her voice next.
“Jesse, aren’t you going to introduce your friend to me?” she asked, clearly wanting to know more.
“Oh, yeah mom, I’m sorry.” He made his way back toward her and again I followed him. “Mom, this is Stephen Cooper,” he offered.
“Well, hello Stephen,” she said smiling.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Thanks for letting me stay the other night, you have a nice home,” I said, suddenly a bit nervous.
She smiled brightly and said, “Well thank you honey, I’m glad you liked it.”
“So let me ask you boys something,” she started and I looked over at Jesse, maybe in fear or worry, maybe in confusion. I’m not sure why really, maybe it was just her tone, or maybe it was the way we just ran into her and I hadn’t prepared myself for this meeting at all, but there I was, rubbing my head again waiting to see what it was that she wanted to know.
Jesse offered me a small smile as he looked in his mom’s direction and said, “What do you want to know Mom?”
His look was serious now, and I was sure there was some sort of silent communication going on between the two of them when she asked, “Have you guys eaten yet?”
I think I let out a sigh of relief as she spoke, because for some reason I was so close to just blurting out, “I’m his boyfriend.”
I didn’t though because Jesse said, “No, we haven’t. We went to a movie, but Stephen has to go home soon so I’ll just eat something later okay?”
“Alright,” she replied, her eyes looking back and forth between us before turning to walk into the kitchen.
We quickly made our way upstairs and to his room before we ran into anyone else. “I think she knows,” I said, not sure what to make of the situation. I mean I guess they had to know it would happen sometime, their gay son would eventually have a boyfriend, fall in love, create a life with someone, so I decided that she couldn’t be too shocked.
“Oh, she knows, I guarantee you, she knows,” he said as he flopped down on his bed in exasperation.
“Does that bother you?” I asked him since he seemed to be more worried than I was about this.
“Well, honestly, no, it doesn’t except for the fact that I think it might bother you,” he managed to get out before he looked up at me.
Was I bothered by it? I had to think a minute about that, but I think that I was ready for it and I went over to where he was and sat next to him saying, “Actually, I’m really okay with that.”
That surprised him a little but instead of questioning me or worrying anymore, instead he just pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
After a few minutes I realized that I had better get going. “Jess, I have to go now,” I said.
“I know,” he replied, still holding me. “I just don’t want you to go.”
“I know, I don’t want to either, but I have to,” I said sadly.
“So what about school tomorrow?” he asked. “Will I see you?”
“Yeah, do you want a ride in the morning?” I offered.
“A ride? No, that’s okay, my Dad drops me off on his way to work,” he said. “Thanks though.”
I nodded and stood up. When we made it to his bedroom door, I turned around and said, “Thanks for staying with me last night.”
He blushed a little in remembrance of our time together before I kissed him goodnight. He followed me down the stairs and I said goodbye to his mom as we headed out the door. I climbed in my truck and he stood at the window next to me. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at school then,” he said.
I reached out and grabbed his hand and said, “Yep. Bye Jess,” as I squeezed his hand.
“Bye baby,” he replied and I grinned. “I love it when you smile like that,” he said.
I drove home and when I got there my Dad was home. We talked for a little while and then he said he was heading to bed. I went up to my room and got ready for bed and then I called Jesse and said goodnight before I drifted off to sleep.
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