This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains mild sexual content between two consenting males. This is my first attempt to write a story in several years, so be gentle with your feedback. That being said, I do appreciate feedback. This story is a little different, and something that's been in my head for a long time. I have up to Chapter 4 written already and will release a chapter a week (or as close to that as I can get.) Enjoy....
Chapter 1
I'm in love. I love this feeling...being in love. Everything seems OK when you're in love. Even the problems that come up in life don't seem so bad when you know that you love someone and they love you in return. Knowing that someone cares about you and thinks about you; that no matter what happens, they are there for you to talk to and hold.
Chris brings alot of happiness into my life. We have been friends since the 4th grade, when I moved to Dallas with my family. His family lived across the street from our new house. He was a nosy kid that came over and started helping me carry my boxes upstairs and into my room. I didn't even ask him to, he just took it upon himself to help out. We were best friends from that first day. Our parents thought it was cute that we became almost inseparable. Wherever David went, Chris was sure to be there. Even on holidays we would take turns at each others' homes. Our parents didn't even seem annoyed that we would just walk into each others' homes without knocking. We were at home in either house. His family was my family, and vice versa.
When we spent the night together, which was almost every night, we slept in the same bed. Many times one of our parents would come in the room in the morning to wake us, only to find us cuddled together with one of us wrapped in the arms of the other. It was an innocent and friendly love that we shared at first.
For many years it went on this way. At around age 12, we and our schoolmates began to enter puberty. Our bodies started changing into those of young men. You know the changes that take place in that time of your life. Hair starts growing in the strangest places. Our arms and legs seemed to grow faster than our bodies. Of course our penises and testicles started growing too...much to our delights. Our voices started changing, often cracking and causing us much embarrassment.
Most of our friends at school also started developing a more serious interest in girls around this time also. The locker room was filled with talk of the pretty girls at school and how their bodies, too, were changing. Tits and ass were a big topic of conversation for most of the boys...but not for Chris and me. Neither of us ever developed that interest in girls. We had each other. And while we still didn't identify our feelings for each other as romantic, or even sexual, we had no desire to find a girl to fulfill the needs that many of the guys talked about. We were content with each other. Still spending many nights per week in each other's bed, wrapped in the warm embrace of our other half.
In private, Chris and I did notice the changes in each others' bodies. I mean, it's hard to spend that much time together and not notice. We were never shy around each other. We had been showering together for years. When we slept together in our briefs, we thought it was funny when we'd get hard in the middle of the night. We didn't spend much time outside of school with the other boys, so while they were learning about masturbation from each other, we missed out. Of course we knew what sex was. We went to the sex-ed class at school one day and learned about ejaculation and how babies are made....and wet dreams. Neither of us had experienced one yet. They didn't talk about masturbation in these classes though. Nor did they cover male-male sex. While Chris and I certainly weren't shy about touching each other, it never occurred to us up to that point that we could bring pleasure to each other or ourself in that way.
That was, until the night Chris had his first wet dream. It was kind of funny the way it happened. We were asleep in his bed. Wearing only our briefs as usual, Chris was spooned up behind me with his arms wrapped around me. Sometime in the middle of the night, I was roused from my sleep by Chris. Still fast asleep, he had begun to rub his dick up against the crack of my butt. Clutching my shoulder and gently humping me through our underwear, Chris moaned with pleasure. After a minute or two Chris clutched me even tighter and I could feel something wet on my butt. I thought Chris had wet the bed. I rolled over and woke him up to tell him so we could change the sheets and our underwear before the morning. Chris was extremely embarrassed, but I told him it was no big deal. It's not like it was a big mess, just a little wet spot. As we stripped down together to change into clean underwear, Chris looked more closely at the wet spot in his underwear.
"Hey, I don't think this is pee," he said, bringing the undies right up to his face to look closer. "It's not yellow, and it's all gooey. Hey, I think I had a wet dream!"
We were both excited about this, and he was no longer embarrassed. I told him about his humping me right before it happened, and we figured the rest out from there. He couldn't remember what he was dreaming about exactly, but he did remember that feeling. We changed into clean underwear and got back into bed together.
An idea suddenly occurred to me, "Hey, if you had a wet dream from rubbing your dick on me, I bet you could do that awake also."
"Yeah I probably could...I wonder if you could to?"
So that's how we discovered masturbation. In time, we heard about oral sex and even anal sex. We were kind of grossed out at first, but Chris convinced me to try oral sex about a year after we first began masturbating each other. WOW! That was a great feeling! Needless to say, we spent a lot of our spare time with our dicks in each others' mouths, hehe. Around the age of 14, we began having anal sex also. We would take turns putting our dicks in each other. We experimented with different positions and how to bring pleasure to each other in many many ways.
We had never been closer. One night, during the summer between our 8th grade year and our Freshman year, Chris and I were laying in my bed watching tv. We had just finished having sex for about the third time that day (I loved summer vacations, hehe) and Chris was still spooned behind me with his penis still in me. As we lay there catching our breath, Chris said something that would change the course of both of our lives.
"I love you, David."
I was silent for a moment. I knew that I loved Chris also. I had known for some time that our feelings for each other were romantic. We shared an intimacy with each other that we had never before put into words. We simply never questioned our feelings for each other or thought to say the "L" word before.
I was overcome with joy. I turned my head back and told Chris that I loved him too. We shared a deep kiss, and I could feel him getting hard inside me again. We spent the rest of the night like that. With Chris inside me, he slowly made love to me all through the night. We must have said "I love you" a hundred times that night. We were both so happy.
That was four years ago. Our families were not the least bit surprised about our feelings for each other. We had a family meeting with both of our parents to tell them about our official change in relationship status. They actually were more surprised that it took us that long to realize that we were lovers. Apparently it had been the running joke between our families for years that we were going to be lovers and grow old together.
So that was it. No shouting. No condemnation. Just acceptance from our family. They warned us to be careful who we told outside of the family, but other than that we were completely and totally accepted by our families. They even threw a part for us each year on the anniversary of the night we voiced our love for each other.
Four years later, our love was stronger than ever. We were becoming handsome young men. I had short, brown hair. I had grown to 5'8" tall, and had developed a trim and tone body over the years due to my workouts for swimming and baseball. Chris was slightly taller at 6' tall. His mid-length blond locks contrasted to my brown hair. He usually let it hang down in front of his baby blue eyes. His body was absolutely gorgeous as well from exercising with me and playing baseball and running relays in track.
We had just graduated high school, and were getting ready to go off to college. Chris and I both applied to and got accepted to the same college about 4 hours away from home. Chris in engineering, and I in psychology. Our parents were paying for us to rent an apartment together off campus
This evening, we were going to celebrate our third anniversary. I was on my way home from my part time job at a movie theater. It was about 8:30 on a Friday night. Our parents had prepared everything for us, and after we both got home from our jobs, we were going to eat pizza and cake and play games and generally celebrate our love for each other and also our upcoming move to college. I was so excited, so happy. Everything in my life seemed perfect.
I was playing my radio almost as loud as it would go as I drove home from work. I didn't even hear the tires screeching as the car tried to stop. I had a green light at the intersection, so I didn't even think to watch for crossing cars. I turned my head to the left just in time to see the head lights of the car as it slammed into me.
The whole world went white. It's true about your life flashing before your eyes. I was suddenly a spectator at some of the most important moments in my life. I was in the delivery room at my own birth. My first day of Kindergarten when I was so scared and excited to be going off to school. That Christmas that we spent at Disneyworld. The day my baby sister was born, and the day my grandmother passed away. I watched moments from our little league championship game as I hit a home run. And a moving truck. Chris. I watched as we shared some of our most defining moments together. The night he had his first wet dream. The time we went camping alone together for his birthday and made love the first time. The night we voiced our feelings of love the first time. This morning when we kissed each other goodbye and promised to see each other after work.
I could feel myself fading fast. The darkness creeping from the edge of my vision. Strangely, I didn't feel any pain. There was a pressure in my chest and I could barely draw a breath. I saw my cell phone on the floorboard next to me, just within reach. I summoned the strength to reach down and send one last text message to Chris.
"I luv u Im srry"
Then everything went black.