All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. Do not read if you are easily offended by such subject matter or if to do so is illegal in your country of residence. Pease send any feedback to - danny_batty_man5@hotmail.co.uk
This is a fictional story describing the developing relationship between two teenage boys living and studying in the United Kingdom, it is set in 2008.
Mr. McAndrew slammed his palm down hard on my desk jolting me back to reality. I glanced around and realised the whole class was waiting, Jamie was sat two rows back smirking at me, I looked back at Mr. McAndrew who was stood glaring at me, his left eye twitched a little as it always did when he got mad - earning him the name McTwitchy.
"Well... ?" He asked impatiently.
"Well what?" I retorted. His glare intensified, then he sighed.
"Do you think Shylock is cruel by nature, or do you think his cruelty is a product of his circumstances?"
I raised my eyebrows my eyes flicking down to a berated copy of The Merchant of Venice lying unopened on my desk. I could now hear Jamie sniggering with Sophie. I really couldn't put up with this shit. I looked up to meet Mr.McAndrew's eyes.
"I dunno sir."
Jamie let out a loud snort of laughter causing Sophie to giggle.
"Fuck off!" I snapped looking back at the two of them, causing them to loose control. It wasn't even funny.
"Oi lad! I won't have that sort of language in my class." Mr.McTwitchy's eye was going off like crazy now. "You haven't even opened your book and we're halve way through the lesson, there's no point in you even being here, clearly a disruption... Will you two shut up!?" Jamie and Sophie quickly tried hard to calm down, Jamie smothering his face in his jumper lying on the desk. "I want you out of my class now lad..." I was already up shoving my notepad and book back into my Nike grey backpack, I slung it over one shoulder and took my jumper under my arm making towards the door. "...and I don't want you back in here until you can learn to pay attention, I'll be calling your..." I let the door swing shut behind me cutting him off mid-sentence.
Fucking English Literature, I couldn't cope with another four months of it. I only took it up because of my mum. She used to write short plays all the time, some of them were even used at her local theatre. She didn't write them anymore, she didn't do a whole lot of anything anymore, not since she has been diagnosed with MS. Normally she would spend most of the day sat in the conservatory looking out into the garden. I never knew my Dad, my mum used to say he had gone to France to get a better job and that one day he would come back for us and we would all live next to a beach in Gironde, some place in the south of France she had been to as a kid. But that was when I was little, I figured now I was the result of some one night stand, she had probably been too shit-faced to even remember who the guy was. My Gran lived with us now to help look after Mum, but they had never been close and I got the feeling my Gran selfishly resented having to take care of her, feeling like it should have been the other way around. My Gran thinks the world of me though, being her only grandkid I never had to compete for her affection, she only stayed to help me.
I'd been walking quite fast, already I was out of school and past my bus stop before I realised.
"Fucking McTwitchy" I thought as I turned around and made it back to the green bench shelter where we seemed to spend most of the day. Shrugging off my bag onto the floor I sat down and took out my phone, only ten minutes until Jamie and Sophie would be finished. Twats, it wasn't my fault if they were acting like spanners. I'd known Jamie all my life. We used to live next door to each other and my Mum would always have him over and his Mum would always have me over. His Dad had died from cancer when we were 8, I couldn't really remember him but judging from the pictures in Jamie's house he looked a lot more like his Dad than his Mum. Black hair that he kept medium length and waxed to one side for a sort of windswept look. Quite a square jaw, dimples, and he was pale but his face around his cheeks would stay quite pink like he was blushing. He had his Mums eyes though, quite a light shade of brown.
Sophie was our best girl mate, a short, busty brunette who was one of the craziest birds I knew. Always up for a laugh and getting into trouble, with a knack for getting away with it leaving me and Jamie to take the blame. We had only met her this year when we moved from school to college, but we all had the same classes and took the same bus route so by now we knew her pretty well.
"Wanker!"
I closed my phone and slipped it back into my pocket as Jamie and Sophie made their way down the road, Jamie grinning like an idiot with his arm around Sophie as she yapped on about something.
"Tosser!" I called back now grinning as well, it was infectious.
Jamie whispered something in Sophie's ear and she giggled, giving him a shove towards the road before halve skipping halve jumping ahead of him to the bus stop. She flung herself down on the bench leaning up against me and smiling cutely.
"Alright Mitchells?" she giggled, putting her cheek against mine before making to lick my face. (Mitchells is my surname, which everyone called me by, except from Jamie who called me by my first name Tom, just as I would call him Jamie when almost everyone else called him James.)
"Get out of it!" I laughed tickling her away from me. Jamie had just walked under the shelter.
"Why is Mitchells so frigid James?" Sophie asked, putting on her best serious face.
"Well, it's because..." Jamie started what I'm sure was going to be some halve-witty `explanation' but I cut him short.
"It's because I know where that tongues been!" I said, looking Sophie up and down with mock disgust.
"Hey! What's that meant to mean?" she giggled.
"It means you're a slut" Jamie explained as if letting someone know they were seriously ill.
"I am not! That's not what you meant is it Mitchells?"
"Not really, but now I think about it... you are a bit of a slut" I replied laughing at the look on her face.
"Wankers!" she shouted, trying to act angrily but obviously not caring at all. She jumped up from the bench and tried to grab Jamie's tracksuit bottoms managing to pull them halve way down his thighs revealing a grey pair of TopMan boxer-briefs.
"See what I mean! Can't keep you off me" he laughed yanking his trousers back up as Sophie sat back down between us pouting.
"You should have seen her on the bus Tuesday, think she almost gave the old man at the front a heart attack!" I chuckled as she jabbed me in the ribs.
"If you would just get with me then I wouldn't have to pretend to give you head in front of strangers would I!?" she replied looking at me innocently.
I wasn't sure if Sophie actually wanted to get with me, Jamie seemed to think she might, but we both weren't certain. She often made comments like that in general, but more to me than anyone else in college. I only liked her as a friend though I thought, so had no intention of taking it further.
"Come here then." I said putting one hand around her back and the other on the back of her head and bringing her lips to mine. Closing my eyes she parted her lips and our tongues met, playfully entwining. I opened an eye to see Jamie looking surprised, I turned my head more and winked at him. He smirked and stuck his middle finger up at me. I closed my eyes again then pulled away from her.
"Yeaaah, you're a slut" I said, like that confirmed it.
"You're such a tease" she giggled punching my arm playfully and then leaning away from the bench to look down the road. I had heard the bus coming as well. We all showed our passes before heading up the stairs to sit on the top floor at the back of the double-decker, our usual seats. We sat in silence for about ten minutes, Jamie listening to his IPod and staring out of the window. Sophie was texting. As the bus rounded a corner it started to rain causing me to shiver, I pulled my jumper back on. Jamie did the same.
"Awww are the two queers cold?" Sophie chided, she was wearing only her white college shirt with the top 3 buttons undone revealing her chest considerably.
"No, we're just not freakishly immune to the cold, I recon it's those tits" Jamie retorted eyeing up her chest and taking out his earphones.
"Jealous much?" she grinned standing up and holding onto one of the bars as the bus slowed. "Well I'll see you queers tomorrow!" she waved as the bus came to a stop on her road.
"You better not make that a thing!" I called as she made her way down the aisle.
"Why, are you insecure about your sexuality Mitchells?" she giggled as she got to the stairs
"What does that even mean?" I frowned as she disappeared below.
Her head popped back up, "It means you're a fag!" and then she was gone, laughing her way off the bus and into the rain.
Jamie watched her out of the window as she hurried to her house. Then we were away again, my stop was next and then Jamie's was the one after that.
"What is up with this weather mate? One second its clear and warm next minute it's rain... " I started but Jamie wasn't thinking about the weather.
"I thought you said you weren't into her like that?" he asked looking at me confused.
"I'm not... we were just fucking around" I grinned. "Why's it matter anyway?"
"No reason, just you said you didn't and then you practically tongue fucked her... so I thought you might have changed your mind is all, but if you say you're not, fair enough mate" he replied then returned to looking out the window.
"Fair enough." I replied, pushing the button to tell the drive to let me off at the next stop. "Anyway mate, I'll catch you tomorrow morning right?"
"It's a Saturday though?" he asked looking confused.
"Sophie wants to head into town remember? To go shopping, you said you'd come..."
"Ah shit yeah, forgot, alright mate see ya tomorrow then" he smiled.
"See ya Jamie"
I made my way down stairs and out into the rain, which was now falling less heavily but the temperature had plummeted. It felt like snow was on the way. I quickly jogged down the road, pulling my hood up over my crew cut hair, passing one identical redbrick house after another until I got to mine. I took off my bag and rooted around for my house key, slipping it into the lock I got inside fast pushing the door shut as the bus turned the corner.
No one was home. My Gran would always go to Bingo on a Friday afternoon and take my mum with her. I went into the lounge and collapsed onto one the sofas, reaching between the cushions to retrieve the remote and flick through the 5 channels. I felt a chill again and looked up to see the doors into the conservatory open, the rain hammering down on the glass sounded like it should be smashing the roof. I got up and closed the doors then returned to the sofa, there was nothing on. I felt myself falling asleep, my eyes were heavy, I'd stayed around at Jamie's the other night and we had ended up pulling an all nighter just chatting and playing on his 360.
I thought about what he had said on the bus, I remembered telling him I wasn't interested in Sophie but I couldn't remember him saying whether he was into her. Why would he flick me the finger, even if he was kidding about, he must have been jealous. He had always been quite jealous of the girls I got with. I hadn't actually gone all the way with any of them, he thought I had, but I'd always taken things slow and it never worked out in the end. Jamie had never really been with any girls, he had pulled and probably been given head, but when we would hang out with girls together they always seemed to fall for me. Which I found strange because I'd always thought Jamie was better looking. He was more mysterious and I was just an average good looking 17 year old. I was a little taller than he was, both of us were skinny, my hair was light brown which I didn't like so I kept it short, my face was thinner than his and my cheek bones more defined. He had always been more shy, it used to be the other way around until his Dad passed away. When I would stay at his sometimes he would start to cry at night, he did this until he was about 13, so I would let him climb into my bed and sleep next to me, just to keep him company. I would hold him close to me until he had stopped crying and fallen asleep.
Suddenly I realised my dick had started to grow hard thinking about comforting Jamie. I quickly sat up on the sofa. Staring at the blank T.V, I got up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I must have been so desperate to jackoff, it probably had been over a day and a halve since my last. Hurrying upstairs the idea of jacking off had made me hard again in anticipation. I unbuttoned my shirt and closed my bedroom door and locked it, even though no one was home; out of habit. Pulling down my track suit bottoms (we were meant to wear grey school trousers with white shirts, a uniform, even though we were in college, but me and Jamie wore our track suits in so often all the teachers had given up on telling us to change). I slipped them off from around my ankles and lay on top of my duvet, staring at the ceiling and rubbing my dick through my loose white Calvin Klein boxers. I was completely hard now, I undid the button of my boxers and my dick sprung out, pointing straight upwards, throbbing as my blood raced through it. I was probably close to seven inches, uncut, with a slight curve to the right. Slowly I began to stroke up and down my shaft, using my thumb I rubbed the little bit of the precum I'd leaked onto my head, then I used a little spit to lube up more. I kept rubbing up and down, thinking about making out with Sophie, I started to pump faster, imagining sticking my dick down her throat, then Jamie's face appeared behind Sophie, looking confused, I imagined kissing him, sticking my tongue into his warm mouth, holding him close to me like I used to, then putting my dick into his mouth, I was really pumping my dick now, realising that I might fancy my best mate and it felt so good, the pressure built up and suddenly I was shooting my load, two massive squirts arched upwards and landed on my smooth bare chest. I had goosebumps all over my body and my nipples were hard, I shivered and stared up at the ceiling trying to understand what I'd been thinking. Then pulled the other halve of my duvet over myself and fell asleep.
I woke up suddenly, for a second I couldn't work out what had woken me and then there was a knock on my door.
"Tom are you awake? Jamie is here." my Gran called through my door.
"I'm up." I croaked back, only just finding my voice, I rubbed my eyes and swung my legs out of bed. I heard footsteps as she went back downstairs. Grabbing a pair of boxers from the draw I stumbled and almost fell as I pulled them up.
"Do you want to hurry up you mong?" Jamie's voice came through from the other side of the door.
I hadn't realised he was already upstairs. Crossing the room I unlocked the door and swung it open, turning my back and heading to my wardrobe to find a t-shirt.
"Yeah morning to you too." he laughed, I heard the mattress creak as he sat down on my bed. "You know we're meant to be at Sophie's for ten?"
"What time is it now?" I asked surprised, I had thought it would be no later than halve eight.
"Er, nine forty seven" he replied.
"Shit" I grabbed a white t-shirt from my wardrobe. "Guess no time for a shower then?" I said turning back to Jamie.
"Nah mate, hurry the fuck up" he grinned. He was lying on my bed, where just last night I had jacked off thinking about him sucking my dick. I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked in his Superdry hoody and a tight black t-shirt, he was wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms and there was a slight bulge showing. "You alright?" he asked, I realised I had looked a second too long.
"You're shoes, on my bed." I said quickly, actually sounding more annoyed than I intended, I really didn't care.
"Wow, someone's not a morning person." he chuckled and climbed off the bed.
"Sorry" I muttered, I found my favourite pair of jeans in my chest of drawers. Spraying myself with deodorant I pulled on the jeans and then my t-shirt. Turning to face him again, he was already looking at me and I wondered if he had been watching me the whole time. But he wasn't the gay one I thought, he wasn't the one who had jacked off thinking about a guy. I didn't say much as we walked to Sophie's place, I had been thinking about last night, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to realise I had been into guys for a while and just never really admitted it to myself, or maybe even realised.
By the time we reached Sophie's the sky was overcast with thick white clouds and there was a chill in the air. She was leaning against the wall outside her house, texting. My phone buzzed as we approached. She looked up.
"You know how long I've been outside?" she said looking genuinely annoyed, I felt bad.
"Why didn't you just go back in then you prick?" Jamie asked, putting an arm around her shoulders as we started to walk.
"Well... wanker... because I came out of the house when my Dad left for work, leaving my keys, and stupidly thought you two dicks would be on time" she shot back, but smiling now.
"Should have put your tits on full heat" suggested Jamie, earning himself a punch.
"What's up with you Mitchells? Don't I get an arm from you" Sophie grinned, leaning against me as we walked. I put my arm around her side.
"Tom's not a morning person" said Jamie knowingly.
"I'm just tired, not feeling great" I explained, honestly I couldn't stop thinking about my newly figured out sexuality. I had started to wonder if it was actually just a one off thing, perhaps it was because I hadn't been with the right girl.
Once we had arrived in town it had began to snow lightly, after ten minutes of Sophie trying and failing to get me and Jamie to dance to the music a tramp was playing on a guitar, we had a quick look around the shops before deciding it was getting too cold and headed to the cinema to catch the latest big name film, a rom-com. Once it had finished we were back outside, waiting for Sophie's Mum who was picking her up and taking her to visit her sister in Manchester. It was still snowing lightly, but looked like it had been heavier whilst we were inside as it had begun to settle.
"Will you be back on Monday?" I asked her
"No I miss Monday, thank god, I still haven't done that page of questions for Business tudies." she replied, her arms wrapped around herself trying to keep warm, underdressed as usual. Jamie pulled her over to him and standing close behind her put his arms around her as well. I frowned, realising I was actually jealous of Sophie being so close to Jamie. Then quickly looked away ashamed as I saw Jamie spot my expression and raise his eyebrows.
"Here she is! She's such a mong at driving" Sophie sighed as her Mums little blue car pulled up to the curb, leaving too little room for the cars behind to go past. "I'll see you guys Tuesday then!" she smiled giving us both a hug and then quickly getting into the passengers seat as the car behind hooted it's horn.
We waved as Sophie sped off and then started to make our way to the bus station, it was a fifteen minute bus ride to the stop outside Sophie's and then a ten minute walk to mine, fifteen to twenty minute walk to Jamie's. We spotted a GAME store on our way and as the snow had picked up again decided to have a look at the new releases, Jamie wanted to buy a microphone for online as well. By the time he had paid and stopped trying to convince me Halo3 was better than Gears of War the snow on the pavements was a couple of inches thick. I had a bad feeling the bus's would be cancelled. My feeling was confirmed when we got to the station and were told our route had stopped all services.
"We'll have to walk it" he said, reluctantly.
"I don't have any cash out for a taxi, and we would probably have to wait an hour since everyone else is heading home, I think you're right, we could jog it at least then we'll be warm." I suggested. He agreed so once we were out of the shopping area we began to jog our way back home, after about five minutes the snow had almost stopped. About two streets from my place I realised Jamie had fallen back, I turned to see what he was doing and a ball of snow hit me in the neck, some of the ice slid down my shirt freezing my chest.
"You fucking dick!" I shouted as he laughed like a kid. Quickly reaching down I grabbed a handful of snow and lobbed it at him, hitting his arm and hoody as he tried to block it. He went to scoop up another handful but then quickly stopped as I was running at him. I chased him across the patch of snow covered grass outside the park, finally catching up and dump tackling him. Pinning him down as he squirmed beneath me in a fit of laughter, trying to push me off, I took a handful of snow and shoved it down the neck of his t-shirt causing him to yell and find the strength to shove me off. I rolled sideways onto the snow, almost crying with laughter from the expression on his face. Then I felt a tug and my sneaker was gone, the cold air suddenly freezing my foot. Sitting up I saw Jamie stood five metres away holding out my shoe with a `come and get it' kind of expression, the front of his t-shirt was soaked from the melting snow.
"Just give it to me" I sighed smiling, I couldn't be bothered to try and chase him with only one shoe. He grinned and then came over, giving in. He handed it back to me and then began jogging off towards our homes. Quickly I pushed my foot back into my shoe, not wanting him to leave me too far behind. I yelled out surprised, my foot was now colder than before and wet, he had shoved a load of snow inside the sneaker. Taking it off again I shook it out then put it back on, got up and started to sprint after him. As I rounded the corner he glanced back over his shoulder grinning and yelled, laughing as he saw me coming, then sped up. He slowed outside my house, but I kept sprinting and grabbed hold of him, forcing him into a headlock.
"Fuck off!" he laughed.
"Not a chance mate" I replied, dragging him up the path to my front door. Just managing to hold him with one arm I unlocked the door and pulled him inside. Releasing him he straightened up. Then I realised how wet my clothes were.
"We should get changed, you want me to put your stuff in the wash?" I asked, his shirt was wetter than mine.
"Yeah good idea!" he shrugged off his hoody, which was also soaked, and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I had managed to forget about last night until now, looking at his bare chest, he had no chest hair but I could see a little bit of armpit hair. His nipples were small and although he didn't have a well defined six-pack the faint outline of his muscles was there. I pulled off my t-shirt and couldn't help but check him out again. This time he was watching me, we stood in silence for a while looking at each other topless, unsure where this was going, then slowly he took a step forward until his body was just centimetres from mine, he leant forward and I watched him close his eyes as his lips met mine, I could feel the warmth of his body and our bare skin touched, at that moment I heard a car parking up outside the house. Suddenly very aware of what we'd just done I quickly pushed him away and surprised myself by saying angrily,
"Shove off you queer!"
He looked both surprised and hurt, then scared. Before he could say anything a key was being twisted in the lock and my Gran came through the door carrying two bags of food shopping. I picked up my shirt from the floor and turned to greet her and answered her questioning look;
"Our bus was cancelled, we weren't really dressed to walk back that far in the snow, just going to chuck this stuff in the wash."
"Oh hello dear, that's ok" she said giving me a kiss on the cheek, she looked at Jamie smiling "are you staying for tea Jamie?"
He glanced over at me and then said "No thanks Nan I'll get something at home." (My Gran insisted on strangers calling her Nan) .
"Nonsense, you have to wait for your clothes to wash anyway don't you? Stay for dinner, we are having chicken pie, let us see if we can get some meat on your bones!" she wasn't going to take no for an answer, smiling she looked at both of us. "You are both too skinny" she sighed and then headed off into the kitchen with the shopping.
"Don't tell anyone, please" he said quietly. He had sat on the bottom of the stairs, now looking at me, worried. I didn't know what to say, he sounded like he knew he was gay. I needed to clear my head.
"I've got that Business work to do" I said, then quickly passed him, going up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door and lay back on my bed. A few minutes later I heard the TV turn on. He must have been gay all along, or at least knew he was queer, that would explain the look he gave me when I pulled Sophie, he wasn't into her... he was into me. Maybe that's why I thought about him like that, but that still meant I was gay didn`t it?, unless it was just because I hadn't been with a girl for a while and subconsciously I knew he was into me so went along with it. That would mean if I tried hard not to think about it I'd be ok.
I spent most of the evening in my room, I actually managed to do the work I said I was doing. It wasn't until dinner that I returned downstairs. We thanked my Gran for the food and waited as she said grace, I wasn't religious but my Gran was and she insisted we say it every meal time, we ate mostly in silence, apart from my Gran asking about college and checking up on Sophie (who she thought was the sweetest girl!). Watching Jamie eating his eyes looked red, almost as if he'd been crying. Suddenly I felt guilty. Gran managed to insist Jamie stay over and that I help him with his Business work since I'd already done mine and it was the one subject I was any good at. She promised us a cooked breakfast once she was back from church tomorrow morning.
"I'm going to get your Mum now Tom" she called from the hall as we were loading the dishwasher and cleaning the pans. "We'll probably stay at my flat if the snow picks up again, I wouldn't want to be snowed in and miss the service tomorrow!"
"Ok Gran, see you" I called back, the door shut behind her.
We kept washing in silence, Jamie was drying up.
"Tom.." he started.
"I'm not going to tell anyone." I interrupted.
"Thanks" he said quietly. I glanced sideways at him, he had stopped drying the pan and had his head down, tears were running down his pink cheeks. Unsure what to do I put down the pot I was washing and patted him on the back. This prompted him to grab hold of me in a hug, which I returned. His head was on my shoulder and I could feel his tears on my neck.
"It's alright mate" I said, I started to feel uncomfortable as I realised I was enjoying being so close to him again. I let go of him and put my hands on both his upper arms. "Alright?" I asked.
"Yeah" he said, trying a smile and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. I turned away and continued with the washing.
That evening we watched TV, drank a few beers and chatted about college, friends and the movie we had seen. We didn't talk about what had happened earlier, it felt like any other time he had come around to hang out. When didn't go to bed until around two a.m., I had set up the spare bed earlier, a smaller bed which was designed to be stored under my bed so you could pull it out when needed. I slipped on the jogging bottoms I slept in whilst Jamie used the bathroom. I normally slept topless but slipped on a vest for the moment. Jamie came out of the bathroom and back to my room, he was wearing a similar pair of jogging bottoms, only his were made of a thinner material. He wasn't wearing anything else. I went to use the bathroom, when I came back he was in bed. To get to my mattress I had to step over him, his bed was right next to mine but about a foot closer to the ground. We used to joke about me rolling onto him in the night.
I flicked the light switch.
"Night mate." I said.
"Night Tom" he replied quietly, he sounded half asleep already.
I closed my eyes and must have drifted off pretty fast. When I awoke I knew I couldn't have been asleep for more than two hours. I could hear Jamie's heavy breathing. Rolling onto my side I looked across at him. His head was facing away from me, light from a street lamp was filtering through the curtains casting long shadows and an orange glow though the room, one streak of light fell across Jamie's face and bare chest, his duvet was only pulled up to his navel. He looked so peaceful asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with every breath. Without thinking I reached across to him and touched his left pec softly, then gently ran my finger tips down his body over his stomach and to his belly button. His skin was so smooth, I ran my fingers back up to his chest. Then quickly withdrew my hand as his body shifted a little.
"Don't stop" he whispered.
"You're awake?" I asked, it was a stupid question.
"Yeah" he said, and turned his head to face me. We were staring into each others eyes again. His were slightly puffy from crying earlier. Slowly, hesitantly, I reached out again and placed my hand on his body, my heart was beating heavily in my chest. Almost shaking, I ran my hand down his body again stopping in the same place and then back up to his chest, I circled his left nipple with one finger, then ran my fingers up his neck onto his cheek, he turned his head and pressed his lips against my finger tips. Holding them there, we continued to stare into each others eyes. Then the tension became too much, quickly he climbed off his bed and straddled my waist, I sat up a bit and lifted my arms as he hurriedly pulled off my vest and threw is across the room. Using one arm to prop myself up I held the back of his head with the other, letting my fingers run through his hair as he pressed his lips to mine I felt his tongue willing to enter my mouth, separating my lips I pushed my tongue into his mouth as his entered mine. He pulled away from me a little and started kissing my neck, my hand was still on his head, he worked his way down to my shoulders and then my chest. He pushed me gently to get me to lie back and I did, putting both my hands behind my head, I was staring at the ceiling - the feeling of his mouth softly working its way down my body was simply amazing. He reached my belly button and licked around it before making his way down the light trail of hair I had. By now my dick was completely hard, pushing against the fabric of my jogging bottoms. Without removing them he found my cock and started to kiss and suck the side of it through the bottoms, I was so desperate for him.
"I need you to suck my dick" I sighed out, still staring at the ceiling.
He stopped but didn't reply, next I felt his fingers fumbling with the fly of my bottoms. Then his hand was inside and he took my dick in a tight grasp, his hand was warm. Just his touch had me close to cumming, but I wanted it to last forever. He pulled my dick out through the opening, still gripping it with one hand he jacked downwards pulling back my foreskin, then I felt his warm lips and wet mouth wrap around my throbbing bell-end. I lifted my head off the pillow to look down my body at him, his eyes were closed in concentration, savouring the moment, his tongue playfully flicking the sensitive parts of my head within his mouth. I let my head fall back as he took more and more of my dick into his mouth, until I could feel his nose brushing my trimmed pubes. Then he began bobbing up and down, sucking hard, the feeling was incredible, better than any girl I'd ever had. He slowed down and took my dick in his hand once more, with only the head in his mouth he began to jack me off. I was close to cumming, I could feel the pressure building, but not yet. I reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further. I kicked off my jogging bottoms completely and knelt up on the bed, he moved down onto his bed to be level with my cock. Still solid, my dick was visibly throbbing, I put one hand back on his head and pushed my cock deep inside his mouth. He moaned as I began to force his head back and forth on my dick, thrusting my hips at the same time. I looked back up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, I was so close, his mouth so wet, warm and tightly sucking. Looking back down at him he had began to rub his own dick through his joggers, his beautiful brown eyes were staring up at me, I met them and held his gaze as I began thrusting slower but more forcefully, holding his hair tightly. I began breathing harder, the pressure was reaching maximum again, with two more deep trusts I let out a moan of ecstasy and began shooting my spunk into his throat. He was moaning too, then started to cough, choking on my load. I let out a sigh of exhaustion, completely spent, and began to chuckle. He let my dick drop out his mouth and still coughing slightly was laughing too. I bent down and pulled his head up to meet me in a deep and passionate kiss.
Next I pulled him back up onto my bed, positioning him so his back was to my front, both of us kneeling with his legs between mine. I pulled down his joggers so that my now half limp dick was pressed into his almost hairless crack, his smooth buns were pressed up against my thighs and hip bone. Reaching around him I put one hand flat on his toned chest and the other I used to take hold of his dick. The skin was incredibly soft, he was hard and as I squeezed it I could feel his blood racing through the veins lining his shaft. He was about 6 inches and I noticed for the first time he had no foreskin. I began to stoke up and down his shaft, he spat a little in his hand and rubbed it onto his dick as I worked. With my other hand I began alternating between gripping his loose low hanging balls and playing gently with his nipples. He lent back into me, my dick was now erect again and pressing hard between his cheeks. He began to rub himself gently up and down against my cock, placing a hand on each of my thighs, holding my close to him. He began to moan and I could tell he was close, I slowed down and began doing longer strokes, gripping harder. I began to kiss his neck, his skin was smooth and sweet. Gripping his balls again he began to buck against me, he cried out as his jizz shot out in two long arcs landing on my duvet, the feeling of him rubbing against my dick as he erupted from my touch was enough to make me cum again, and I shot my load between his back and my chest. I let out a deep breath and collapsed back onto my bed, bringing him down on top of me. I held him there for a moment then released his dick, a few of my fingers were covered in his spunk. I brought them to my mouth and sucked them, it tasted so right, then I turned his head and kissed him deeply once more. We rolled sideways so we were both lying together, me spooning him my dick still sticky between our bodies. I reached down and pulled up the duvet to cover us both, and without washing, our legs entwined and my face buried in his neck - we fell asleep.