The following story about Will, an 18-year-old man in California, and Miguel, a 19-year-old baseball player from the Dominican Republic, is a work of fiction. I made it up and used names not associated with anyone I know. If you're a minor, you don't belong here, but you know that already. Go do something productive instead.
Please don't reproduce this story in any form without my permission -- it's my creation and I own the rights to it. Please let me know what you think of it at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. Thanks.
- Damian
END OF PART 11
About an hour or so later, I heard a noise in the bathroom and prayed it was Miguel and not Dad. Then a few minutes later, the bedroom door opened and I could hear Miguel getting undressed in the dark.
Which bed would he crawl into?
I held my breath when I heard Miguel pull off his boxers -- I knew that sound so well -- hoping for some sign from him that he had calmed down. I was lying facing his direction, and he could probably tell from my breathing that I wasn't asleep. I wanted him to know that, but I didn't say anything. I ached to the very core of my body for him, feeling very afraid and vulnerable. The ball was in his court.
In the scant light coming in from the window, I saw him standing between our beds. Then he made up his mind.
PART 12
I felt my sheet being lifted off my body as Miguel crawled naked into bed with me and enveloped me with his strong arms. He kissed me softly on the lips and let his free hand glide down my side and onto my butt. I grabbed him back and returned his kisses.
"You scared me so much, Miguel."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just had to have some time to think things through and get on board that bullet train I talked about. I do love you, Will, with every ounce of my being, but you have to let me catch up with you at my own pace. I feel like you're way out in front of me with this gay label thing. I want to be there with you, but I'm so scared of it. Let's get some sleep, and we can talk about it tomorrow. Maybe I'll feel better then. Turn over and let me hold you."
Silently, I did as he said and backed into his nakedness tightly, loving the feel of his half-hard cock in my crack. He kissed the back of my neck, ran his hand down my front, and gave my soft cock a tender squeeze, without releasing it. Pretty soon I heard him purring away, and I drifted off myself.
The next morning Miguel's hand was still on my cock -- we'd slept in the same position all night -- but it wasn't soft anymore. I needed to take a leak, but I didn't want to disturb him any earlier than necessary. After 15 minutes or so, I couldn't wait any longer and reluctantly eased his hand off my morning wood and slipped out of bed.
After pissing, I had taken a shower and was shaving when Dad came in and saw me. I had been thinking about Miguel while showering, and my hard-on had returned. Dad couldn't help but notice it.
"Morning, sport. Are you done in the shower?"
"Morning, Dad. Yes -- go ahead." I suddenly felt very vulnerable but also excited that Dad was seeing me hard again.
I watched in the mirror as Dad removed his robe and walked naked to the shower. He was hard, too! This was my first look at his hard cock, and I stopped shaving as I stared directly at it. He looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled, then glanced down at his erection.
"Looks like we both have wood this morning," he said, stating the obvious.
I absolutely loved this arrangement -- seeing my dad naked almost every day and letting him see me the same way. I never realized how much this openness between us would affect me. I wanted him to be proud of me -- physically and in every other way. And now I felt honored that he would so openly show himself to me completely naked and hard.
"Is Miguel up yet?" Dad asked, still facing me.
"No, I don't think so."
"I heard someone come in late last night after I thought you guys had gone to bed."
"Oh, Miguel went out for some air before going to bed," I replied, not believing that we were having this conversation at all, much less with both of us naked and hard.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, silently inviting me to open up if I needed to.
I set my razor down and boldly turned. Our eyes momentarily dropped to each other's hardness. My heart was racing.
"Miguel scared me last night, Dad. He's afraid of his feelings for me and thinks I'm way out in front of him in a place he's scared to go to. What do you think I should do? You know how I feel about him, and I don't want to scare him off."
Dad walked over to me slowly and put his hand on my shoulder. Our cocks were nearly touching.
"Will, you're just 18, and you're going to college in a few months. You need to put your relationship with Miguel in perspective. You and he are both going through a lot of changes right now. He needs your friendship more than anything else. Just don't rush into anything prematurely. If you two are meant to be together, it'll happen in time, but you're not going to be the same person four or five years from now, and neither will he. Give yourself some time to grow up and know what you really want, Will."
He was right, of course. I was ready to commit to Miguel for all eternity, but he wasn't ready to do that for me yet. I just needed someone like my dad to remind me and give me a reality check.
He squeezed my shoulder and turned back to the shower, still hard. As I watched his silhouette through the translucent shower door, I soon noticed that he was starting to jack himself under the water! This is something I never in the world ever thought he would ever do in my presence. He was standing sideways, so there was no doubt what he was doing -- it was like he wanted me to see it. I thought my own cock would burst and started stroking it over the sink. I think we both shot off at the same time -- that was so hot! My knees were weak and I held onto the sink as I came down from my high.
Returning to my room, with thoughts of my dad still in my mind, I found Miguel still sleeping but with the sheet completely off of his body. I reveled once again in how handsome and sexy he was. I dearly wanted to crawl back into bed with him, but I knew I had to get dressed for school. Only 37 more days, including weekends, and I'd be finished with high school forever. I couldn't wait!
After I was dressed, I sat down on the side of the bed and gently stroked Miguel's body until he was awake.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead. Your ride will be here pretty soon, and I don't think you want to go to baseball practice in your birthday suit, do you?"
I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. He smiled and stroked me on the side of my face.
"No, I suppose not," he said as he yawned and stretched. His morning wood stood up tall and proud, and I stroked it a bit. Every time I did it, it was like the first time.
"Better not do that if you don't want to start something we don't have time to finish," he grinned.
"Any chance you'd give me a rain check on that and let me resume tonight?" I said.
"I think that could be arranged. Have a great day, amigo."
"You, too, buddy. You, too."
Between thinking of Miguel and of my dad, I think I smiled all day in school and drew a few curious stares.
"You want to talk about last night, Miguel?" I asked after we were back in our room that afternoon.
"Well, okay, although I'm not sure what I want to say. I think you know what I'm wrestling with, and I just need some time."
"Do you want me to get lost for a while so you can be alone?"
"No, definitely not. I need you here, Will." He paused, and then added, "Would you do something for me?"
"Anything, Miguel. You name it."
"Well, this may seem a little strange, but maybe not. I've been thinking about you all day today and how sexy and handsome you are. Your white body really turns me on. Can I, uh, undress you? I mean, by myself? While I stay dressed? I really want to."
My stomach did a flip at this. Of course, we were naked together a lot, but he'd never asked before if he could just take my clothes off by himself while he stayed dressed. I nodded silently, with a little smile. This could be fun!
My skin was already tingling with excitement as Miguel pulled my tee shirt up and over my head while I raised my arms. He ran his hand over my chest and tweaked my nipples until they were hard and standing out from my body. I already had my socks off, so all that was left were my jeans and my briefs. He ran one finger down my chest to my navel, which I found a little ticklish but very erotic as well. Sitting on the end of the bed, he unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and slowly pulled my zipper down. I started to get hard.
Reaching into the back of my briefs, he lowered them along with my jeans in one agonizingly slow, continuous motion. My half-hard cock popped out into the open, and then he helped me step out of my final garments. I stood completely naked before him. He examined my body like it was the first time, running his fingers over nearly all of me while my cock fully inflated. He didn't touch it right away, but he took a ball in each hand and manipulated them lovingly and slowly in their bag.
"Turn around," he ordered.
With my bare ass in his face, he ran his hands over it, then ordered me to spread my legs. He reached between them and fondled my low-hanging scrotum from behind with one hand and reached around to my erection with his other.
This was so damn erotic I could hardly stand it. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and screaming for more. Then he had me stand with my side to him so he could play with my ass with one hand and my cock and balls with the other. He did this for several minutes, as pre-cum started to flow out of me.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, white boy?" he asked, breaking a long silence.
"If you like me, that's all I need to know," I replied honestly.
He turned me back so I was facing him again. This time all his attention was on my cock, as he stroked, squeezed, and played with it like a kid with a new toy. I was happy for my raging cock to be the center of his attention. He reached out with his tongue and licked the pre-cum off the head of my cock, barely touching it. I'd been turned on by this hunk many times, but I honestly think this was the best ever. Ever so slowly and ever so lightly, he flicked his tongue on various parts of my dick, including trying to get inside my pee slit. I wanted so desperately for him to take me all the way inside his mouth, and then he finally did. Oh, it was heavenly!
He played with my balls as he gently sucked me, his lips sliding over the rim of my glans and then back again until I was ready to scream for release. When he pulled gently on the hairs on my scrotum, I was ready to lose it. This was it -- he had driven me to the edge of ecstasy and now there was no holding back. I plowed my dick deep into his throat and let loose with a gusher that must have nearly drowned him, while he pulled me closer with his hands on my buns. I couldn't believe how much was coming out of me, especially since I'd cum just this morning. But this one was at least twice as much cum, and it felt ten times better.
I was almost a rag doll after it was over. I pulled out of his mouth and sat up on his thighs facing him, holding his head tightly to my chest.
"That's what it's all about, Miguel. You took me to the moon and back and I love you so very much."
He looked up at me with a face so full of affection that I almost cried.
"I feel so bad about hurting you last night, Will. I was being narrow-minded and selfish. Can you forgive me?"
"After what you just did to me, I think I could forgive you for murder. That was amazing. Did you plan this all day?"
"As a matter of fact, I did, amigo. I knew how bad I made you feel last night when I walked out, and I just thought all day about wanting to make it up to you this afternoon. All I could think about was your beautiful white body and how much I wanted to strip you and make you feel as good as possible."
"That was really hot, buddy, having you undress me like that and making me stand naked in front of you while you were still dressed. I've never felt more vulnerable or excited, and I loved it -- every single second of it."
Still, my father's words in the bathroom this morning brought me back to reality: "If you two are meant to be together, it'll happen in time, but you're not going to be the same person four or five years from now, and neither will he. Give yourself some time to grow up and know what you really want, Will."
I stroked the side of Miguel's face and kissed him gently. "I need a nap, buddy. How about you?"
(To be continued soon in the concluding chapter of this story, Part 13. Please send any feedback to Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. Please mention your first name and location in your message. Thanks for reading my story.)