DISCLAIMER: The following story is a fictional account of young teenage boys who are in love. There are references and graphic descriptions of gay sex involving minors, and anyone who is uncomfortable with this should obviously not be reading it. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Although the story takes place in actual locations and establishments, the author takes full responsibility for all events described and these are not in any way meant to reflect the activities of real individuals or institutions. The author retains full copyright of this story.
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It finally happened. Really!
The alarm goes off, another school day starts and it's time to get up!
I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom. Forty-five seconds of shower, because it's late, fifteen seconds to dry. Pissing is not talked about, because I have a hard time. If you know what I mean. Maybe later, before going out.
I go back to my room and stop in front of the mirror. I drop the bathrobe with a gesture that I saw in a cinema by a great actress and I am hypnotized to admire my naked body. I'm not bad at all. Indeed, I am gorgeous and I love my body. The reason why I love it, it's simple and it is not that I am a narcissist. It seems to me that this is how it is when one loves himself, but I love myself, I love my body, because it is the only thing I can wish for.
Maybe I should explain myself.
I'm pretty, I said, more than six feet tall, blonde hair, soft, not long, blue eyes, sometimes green, sometimes gray and maybe it depends on my heart, on my desires. I have a regular face, always with a smile, likeable. My body keeps the summer tan and is uniformly gentle, except in those places. I am slim, without being thin, and muscular, with few hairs around the bird, but only there.
I have been sixteen years old for a few days and I am gay: I know this well.
I've had so many fantasies since I was eleven or twelve, that I finally convinced myself. I'm gay and I'm sure that in this part of the world there only one of my kind and it's me. I jerk off a lot and that's also a reason because I love myself so much. Because as far as sex is concerned I am my only friend, the only one I have found to date.
It's so sad.
I stand there, naked in front of the mirror, looking at me, looking at my almost hard cock. I rub it a little, he answers me quickly. He says he agrees to our little date and before I realize it he is in full erection with a couple of drops on the tip, the vanguard of that army of little, wannabe little gay boys that will end up as usual in the briefs I was wearing yesterday.
"Even today I want to taste you," I murmur.
I close my eyes and with a finger I collect the liquid from the tip of my cock. I pass it on my tongue and taste my own savor. It's me I'm eating. How tasty I am!
It's late and I can't waste any more time or I would be very late for school. I accelerate the movements and, when I am about to come, I crouch down, reach out to retrieve the briefs I was wearing yesterday and wrap them around the monster that grew in my hand.
Finally I settle the decisive blows, while in front of my eyes the images of a bunch of boys, my schoolmates, friends, acquaintances, people seen in the street, run around me like in a carousel.
I know, I'm a sex maniac, but it's always me coming back to my body. Whom else could I trust?
In the briefs I collect all the seed accumulated tonight. I take the last drops, the most dense and lick my fingers. I like it.
I needed it. I had to do it, I tell myself. Now I'm out of breath and sit on the bed. I try to catch my breath. I put on my bathrobe, I flew to the bathroom to wash myself again. I have to run to school.
And there it happens that, at a certain point of the day, Alex approaches me. God, how sexy she is!
Of all the guys in my class, and I'd have sex with almost everyone, he's the most good looking and the nicest. And that's why I built most of my fantasies on him. Physically it looks a lot like me. He's just a little taller, with brown hair and more hair on his legs. And I imagine many more elsewhere, no?
For the rest we are very similar, but he is a god. At least in the moments when I masturbate thinking about how nice it would be if he were with me. It's not like I want to have real sex with him. Yeah, that also, of course, but I would like to be more and more close to him, it would be nice to just caress him.
He's telling me something.
We had to go to the cinema in the afternoon. We should have been four, but for a few reasons two are not coming and asking me if I want to go alone with him. If it's the same for me.
No, that's not the same thing!
Sitting next to him for two hours will be torture. Here's what it will be, but I accept anyway. What else could you do?
I go through the rest of the day in a trance. The school ends and goes into the archive without damage, lunch slips away. I don't know if I ate, or what. Were my parents and my sister at the table as well? Maybe. The time comes to go, to meet him. It's four o'clock. Why then so early?
I see him in front of the cinema waiting for me. He arrived before me.
I don't know what movie we're going to see. Something of horror, an American movie, but who cares. There were also the other two I would have protested from the top of my fame as a true movie fan.
But non today, not with him. Who cares what movie do we see?
We buy tickets and I do not control the cash. He points out to me that the cashier gave me less. Quick fight and we go inside.
"Do you want popcorn?"
I watch him as if he asked me if I wanted a strip of coca: "Yes ..." I sigh.
We buy it. Perhaps too many. Will we eat them? My stomach is closed.
"To drink...? Nothing? "He asks.
"Yes ..." another sigh "coca ..." and I remain open-mouthed.
"Coke!"
"Oh!"
He also buys that and is going to pay for it.
I shake myself, I'm acting like a teen-ager girl invited for the first time by his boyfriend. Let's pretend to fight a little, because I want to pay for drinks. We agree and finally we enter.
I step forward and head directly for the last rows. I don't know why I do it, maybe it's because I don't want to have anyone around, to watch it all by myself.
Alex, not the movie.
I point to two armchairs at the end of a completely empty row. Hardly anyone is in the hall. He nods.
It will be great, the two of us in the dark, alone. Alex completely absorbed by the film and I looking at his beautiful face. Maybe even touch it a little, because we will have the armrest in common. We wear T-shirts, we have bare arms. My cock is hard only at the thought of the feelings I will feel.
Now I'm a little worried about having to hide my erection for two hours. I'll have to be careful.
The movie begins. It's not bad, better than I thought and it's really scary, we both chuckle a little, as we crunch popcorn and let the images scare us. After all, it hasn't been so many years since we wet our pants for what we're seeing now.
Once the popcorn is finished, I move around in the chair and I do one thing.
I don't know why, but I've already done it when I have someone I really like beside me. I move my leg to touch his. Nothing in particular, like a spontaneous movement, looking for his warmth, the presence of this boy next to me.
I'm on his left and move my right leg up to his side. We don't really touch each other. If we had the shorts, the hair on our calves would touch, but now we only touch the fabric of our jeans. I mean, it is not that I have really touched it. And, as far as he can tell, it was a casual, instinctive movement.
But he does the exact, same movement. Just the same. So much so that we have the same probability of thinking of a coincidence.
With my heart in turmoil and paying no more attention to the film, I tell myself that I absolutely have to try again, understand, be safe. I know that if I don't do it, I'll jerk off my whole life. And if it really is a combination, he will move his leg away.
I moved and this time held my leg against his and he doesn't push his leg away.
That's when I understand that it's touching me on purpose. Maybe.
God, please let it be like that!
I move again and place my foot on his. Our legs are perfectly aligned and another incredible thing happens. He is moving, he raises his leg and rests it on mine.
The lower part of his thigh is right on top of mine. I feel all his weight. I seem to die of joy.
But I still don't know if really what we are doing can mean what I believe, or is playing and in a while we will burst out laughing together.
Perhaps he too is uncertain, undecided and if it's a joke, in the end he will really laugh. If it isn't, I'll try.
Without removing my eyes from the screen, on which it is going I do not know what anymore, I place a hand on his knee, but he precedes me and is already stroking my thigh, approaching dangerously to my cock. So close that I'm about to get wet right there.
"I think the two of us need to have to talk about something ..." Alex whispers, as he continues to touch my thigh.
I nod, but I like too much what we are doing and move my hand higher on his thigh. But just a little.
"Let's get out of here, do you want?" He asks and I nod again. Where's my tongue gone?
When we're out, I don't know if it's day or night.
"Let's go to my home" I say, finally managing to articulate a few words "there should be no one!"
"Yes, let's go" I can say that he's more excited than me.
We run, rather than walk. From a discreet look I find that he has as hard as me. He catches me inspecting him and we burst out laughing.
Not really knowing how we did that, we get home.
I throw open the door and shout: "It's me! I am at home!"
Fortunately no response.
"We are alone" and I signal him to follow me
We run to my room. Time to close the door and we are one on the other. Touching us, running our hands everywhere.
It's a great feeling, to feel another touch. We do not talk, but, by a kind of tacit agreement, we avoid touching ourselves there. Maybe we know we're both about to explode.
It seems to me a dream to be right with him, to do things. We hold each other for a while, in a tangle of arms, then he moves me away and always without speaking he caresses my cock, prudently. I do it too. It's very hard.
"Are we undressing?" He whispers.
A moment later we are without T-shirts, five more seconds and we have unbuttoned jeans and then down to the ankles. Alex can't resist looking at me and just hugs me again. He holds me tight. He finally kisses me. With the tongue he opens my lips and I let it go. It's like in a movie and I'm about to cry.
I feel his cock against mine, I understand that if we keep rubbing ourselves we'll both come, very quickly. I know it for myself, but I know it for him too. It's that his body moves with me and what I feel he feels and vice versa.
We still have our boxers. They are equal. We find out when he walks away to look at me and I watch him too. We burst out laughing, then we lower them together. I do it for him and he does it for me.
And here are our cocks.
We remain breathless. I don't know for him, but for me it's the first time. I reach out my hand. I shudder. The emotion is really great. I see he trembles too. We caress each other with the same apprehension, afraid of hurting ourselves. I don't know why, but I'm afraid to touch him.
But even if I am afraid I cling to him, our cocks are crushed between us. In a moment it will be too late, but I know it must happen. I'm happy. I feel his movements accelerate. We continue to kiss each other.
We are sweaty, he tightens me stronger, now we are almost crushing. We are breathless when we come one on the other's stomach.
We calm down, but we remain embraced, with the tongues in the other's mouth. I feel something trickling down my side. I know what it is. Instinctively, I pick it up and put my finger to my mouth.
Alex looks at me, his eyes wide open, for a moment I am terrified of having done something wrong, that he is disgusted, but then he smiles and does something that surprises me, that I do not expect, he returns to kiss me. On the mouth, with the lips open. How do those who love each other. He sticks his tongue in his mouth, liking my semen.
Then he picks up some seed that runs from the other side and makes me lick it. He smiles. I also take it on the forefinger and bring it close to his lips. I see them open and lick my finger.
It happened, it finally happened. Really! Just like that song says.
The End
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