For a brief moment, upon waking up the next morning, I thought the previous night had been a vivid, wonderful dream and felt a shiver of terror run through me. It was not until I looked behind and affirmed to myself that I was still in Alex's embrace did this terror relinquish. I looked around the room groggily, very aware of my body still wrapped tightly in Alex's, and very intent on not waking him. A sliver of sunlight shone through the blinds on our windows. I didn't even remember how they got closed. I was still in a very similar position to the one I fell asleep in. Alex's lean chest was pushed deeply into my back. His defined pecks pushed into my shoulder blades and his bronze arms held me safely. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my butt, but I loved the feeling of it and I knew he wouldn't have been ashamed for me to be feeling him against myself. I felt so calm and at peace in his embrace, and nothing worried me... until I looked at the clock. I sprang up causing Alex to stir.
"Mmmmmm..." He groaned, unhappy to be waking up.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and sat there rubbing my eyes. Alex sat up too, and shifted behind me, and scootched up right against me, so his legs dangled over the sides alongside mine, and he could lean his tired body onto my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Why the quick start, love?" He asked me in a sweet voice.
"Alex," I blurted out, almost at a yell, "It's 8:00! We have class in like fifteen minutes!"
"You're right." He said still leaning against me, not caring enough to get up from this comfortable position.
When I rose he flopped down sideways and groaned, but eventually rolled off the bed and into some clothes that he picked off the floor, as I had done when I dressed.
"Don't eat breakfast." He told me sternly. "We'll go out tonight... Oooh! Shea... pack an overnight-bag too... we're going someplace nice tonight. There's no school tomorrow, so I'm gonna see if we can stay at my beach house."
"Today's only Thursday, we do have school." I said, doubting him.
"Yes," he said quickly, "but there's a teacher in-service so we don't have to report to class. Be ready at five, `kay?"
"Sounds great." I said, feeling a tense excitement build in me already. "I can't wait."
"Neither can I, sweetie." He said grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. He pulled me in roughly but then gently kissed my lips for a few brief seconds. His unshaven face tickled my lips, but it was pretty hot the way he did it, with bed head and messy clothes thrown on in a rush.
"See you tonight." And he swept out of the room silently, with a coat swung over his shoulder. As I finished throwing my clothes on, I noticed he had already packed a bag, which was sitting by his dresser, and wondered if he had been planning this trip for more than the last few minutes.
It was hard to force myself to sit through three classes thinking about all that had happened in the last several hours, and longing to feel Alex's arms around me again. Since I had decided to accept the fact that I was gay when I was 12, the one thing I had always wanted and never found was someone to share it with. Not necessarily someone to fall in love with for the rest of my life, and certainly not someone to fool around with, and experience the great sexual side to being gay. What I wanted really was someone to love, whether it was for a brief few months, or a long few years; it was something I longed for. I was a little dangerous in chemistry, because we were doing a lab with some semi-dangerous chemicals and acids, but all I could think about was Alex. He was perfect for me, at that time and at that moment, and I didn't think anything in the world could ruin that. Nothing was the same anymore... things were better. Classes weren't as boring, people weren't as aggravating. At least not today, but I could only hope the high lasted for as long as I hoped it would.
Watching the clock tick was agonizing. Even in gym class, which I shared with Ryan. Usually I loved the class, working out and being with him at the same time was usually great for me. We had a free day in class, and most kids went out to play football, but Ryan and I decided to get on the indoor rowing machines and do an ERG piece. Normally I would place my ERG a bit behind his so I could keep an eye on him, but today I didn't feel much desire. It wasn't because he wasn't hot, I knew and recognized that he was, but with Alex I had something else. Alex and I cliqued. It didn't matter that he was gorgeous, because he had the most beautiful heart I knew. He was so kind and loving, qualities I recognized in him far before the previous night. But it wasn't only that. He was trustworthy, I could tell him anything and on top of all of that, I had an amazingly fun time when I was with him. Just wrestling around the dorm or sneaking out of chapel to go for a swim, it didn't matter. We always had a good time together. So today, Ryan didn't seem so special. He was like a model in an Abercrombie catalog. He was worth stopping and looking at, but then he could be easily passed on. Not that he wasn't a sweet guy either.
In fact when he looked around to see if anyone was around, and pulled off his shirt I didn't even flinch or adjust myself to avoid embarrassment. I'm not saying I didn't notice his body, or enjoy watching him, but it wasn't the same this time. He was hot, but he wasn't Alex and he wouldn't have done it for me then. I did enjoy the show while it lasted however. His muscles flexed with each pull on the machine, and his bronze chest was drenched in sweat. He had a hairless eight pack which also buckled with each pull, and it was hot to see him working his body.
"So have you been Catholic your whole life?" He asked me in the middle of the workout. It was unusual for him to switch to such a serious topic so suddenly, but I didn't mind talking about it.
"I'm not a Catholic." I said with a bit of severity in my voice. "The religion generally offends me. I'm sorry if that offends you, I just don't agree with it all. I guess I'm on the fence about the whole Christianity thing. I certainly wouldn't pick to be in a denomination as strict as Catholicism, but maybe I'll be in some church someday. Maybe the Lutheran ELCA, they're a lot more open. I believe the core values of it Christianity, though. I believe Jesus is the Son of God, but what I don't like about it is the hypocrisy that is tied to so many Christians. They say they're supposed to love everyone, everyone is supposed to be equal, yet somehow they can lay blame to so many other people when they sin just as much as anyone else. I don't get that, and I don't like it."
"I see what you mean. I hate that too," Ryan responded, pausing for a moment as if to consider something. "I'm not a Christian at all. I hate the way they look at people, I hate the way they view the world. They're so frickin' close minded. Some people are different, and they can't accept that, and that attitude sucks in this world."
For some reason I thought we were talking about the same thing... the arguments against the religion seemed to be rooted in the same complaint- homosexuality, but I wasn't sure.
"Shea," He gasped, pushing a little harder for the end of his piece on the ERG. "Why do Christians exclude people like homosexuals and lesbians and people of others faiths? If what you said is true, why can they deny sinners? It's like you said- they're sinners too."
"Well," I said preparing for a long explanation, "many Christians take The Bible too literally. You see there are specific verses in The Bible that say homosexuality is a sin. There is also a commandment that says no one can worship any other gods. I had the same question you did myself. I talked to a pastor about it; actually, he explained it really well. Think of it like this, because then you'll have a better hold on The Bible than many Christians. The Bible was written two-thousand years ago, in a much different time than ours, so to determine what The Bible is actually commanding us to do, you have to look at the deeper meaning behind the law. For example, in one book of The Bible, God forbids women to wear braids."
Ryan scoffed at the absurd idea, but surprisingly, he seemed genuinely interested in my opinion.
"Obviously girls are allowed to wear braids now, and it is accepted, even by Christians. They only accept it because they think it's not as big a deal as homosexuality, or worshiping another god, but to God all sin is equal. So, with the braids... what you do is look at the command behind the law. In those days, in the particular city where this book of The Bible was written, the local prostitutes wore they're hair in braids to stand out to potential customers. So obviously the reasoning behind this law isn't "don't" wear braids, it's-"
"Don't dress like a whore." Ryan said simply.
"Exactly." I said.
"So what's the idea behind worshiping other gods... or homosexuality? Does it apply to those too?" He asked, still genuinely interested.
"Yea, it does." I said, happy to continue. "First off with homosexuality. Back in the days of The Bible the life expectancy was little over thirty years and populations struggled because of disease and famine. So if ten percent of men were gay, and ten percent of women were gay, then twenty percent of the population could not reproduce. Now God wants his creation to continue until he's ready for it to stop, so he commanded that men and women only marry the opposite sex, therefore allowing his creation to go on. Obviously today there are enough medical technology, and there's a high enough population, that we don't have to worry about twenty percent not reproducing. It actually probably does society some good."
"I see..." Ryan said standing up and replacing his ERG on the wall. "Thanks for the explanation. You don't need to explain the false gods thing, I think I get it."
"Don't worry about it." I answered.
"We should talk again sometime." He said, and then he looked up at the clock, saw that class was over in three minutes and walked off, his sexy ass swinging tauntingly at me. But I had something better waiting for me at home.
I decided to keep on my athletic clothes from gym class and headed over to the science building. There I told my teacher that I was sick and wouldn't stay at class that day. He was pretty cool, and just gave me a reading assignment and said it was fine if I went back to my dorm to sleep. I really did feel fine, but I truthfully didn't think I could make it through his class only because I was anticipating tonight so much. But that didn't matter, because with the spare time I had before Alex got back I could shower, change and pack my bag.
The dorm room was empty; Alex was at his calculus class. It was really hot, so I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground. I looked down at my abs... I liked and appreciated them, and decided it would suck to loose them with the end of the crew season, so I got on the floor and did some core body workouts for about twenty minutes. By the time I got up my stomach was throbbing and sweat was pouring down my pulsing chest and absorbing into the waistband of my athletic shorts. I decided to hold off my shower, because I thought the sweat was a bit erotic, so I slowly began to pack my bag carefully choosing what to put in. A bathing suit would be good, after all, it was May and quite hot out. I wouldn't need pajamas, because I would sleep in my briefs like I always did, but I did throw in an extra pair and a change of clothes for the next day. I was finally finished and stripped off all of my clothes and threw them in the hamper in the corner of the room. I walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. I didn't set it onto the steam setting until I had stood under a cold jet of water for about ten minutes, and goose bumps had covered my body and my nipples had tightened up. Then I flipped off the water and turned the steam up, lying back onto the built in bench and carefully shaved around my cock, not wishing there to be any hair. I knew that was what Alex liked, and I preferred it too. When I was finished I let my mind wander to the feeling I felt that morning when he was pushing against me, when our hard bodies were together. I got hard almost immediately, and began stroking myself, without intentions of cumming. I knew if I built my anticipation by jerking until I was near climax and then quit it would intensify our night.
I wondered when I was finished with my shower if I should have felt guilty about expecting to have sex with Alex that night, but I decided I shouldn't. Even though he had only been my "boyfriend" for a night and a day, we had developed a bond so deeply over the last year that I was sure it was as strong as or stronger than most married, adult lovers. I loved him, and he loved me. I knew I had loved him for a couple months, which I don't think can just happen. I think it takes time, but I definitely thought he loved me too, and I wouldn't have sex with him unless I knew he did.
When I was finished thinking about this I had, without hardly noticing, put on my favorite outfit, and Alex had told me several times that he liked it too. My jeans were washed to look a bit dirty and over my torso I had a black tee shirt with a white collared button-up over it. I knew he liked it, and I felt most confident in it. I also placed on my neck a small necklace from American Eagle which Alex had given me for Christmas. Almost as soon as I had finished Alex came through the door smiling at me. He had already changed and showered between now and when I saw him this morning, but I didn't know how. He was wearing a small grey tee shirt with a blue cuff collar and sleeves. It was pretty tight and showed his sexy body very well. I loved it on him.
"You look gorgeous." I said beaming at him.
"I thought I did, until I came in and saw you. I don't quite compare." He said stepping in close to me.
"You're full of shit." I said teasing his compliment.
"I know." He said looking at his own body. "I was just saying it to make you happy."
"Alex!" I said, laughing.
"I'm joking." He said reassuring me. "The truth is I don't like going in to public with you because you get noticed more than me. I knew who all the gay guys would be looking at." He said, this time seriously.
"That's not true." I said, putting my arms around his waist.
"It is." He said with finality in his voice. "Now let's get going, we have an hour drive." He grabbed his bag and mine, but I took mine from him.
"You're not the only one strong to carry a duffel bag." I said knocking into his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" He said laughing and looking at my arms, which we both knew were well defined. I laughed too, but sarcastically, and Alex reached his hand out to mine. I looked at him apprehensively, but closed mine around his, locking them together with each of my fingers placed in between two of his. His grip felt great on mine. It was amazing to me how sensual holding his hand was. It was a firm hold he had on me, but at the same time his skin was soft, and I slowly stroked the back of his hand with my thumb, as he did to me.
We walked out into the hall, knowing no one would be out there because of dinner going on, but even if there were people I doubt it would have stopped us. Nothing else really mattered to me at that time, especially what other people thought of me. I was dating the most desirable guy on the campus, and not only because of his amazing looks did everyone love him.
We tossed our bags into the trunk of his black Mustang, which his parents gave him for his sixteenth birthday, and headed off the campus and towards the expressway. We continued to hold hands as he sped ever-closer to the lakeside cottage.
"You should always keep two hands on the wheel." I said as we went into a steady curve, half joking.
"Maybe I should always keep a hand on you." He suggested raising his eyebrows.
"Cute." I said pulling mine away from his, allowing him to focus on his driving. "So did it take much convincing to get your parents to let us come up here?" I asked.
"No." Alex replied. "I've had friends up before, so it's no big deal to them."
"You've had people up before?" I asked.
"Yeah... why?" Alex answered.
"I was just wondering." I said. There was a pause. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I asked him.
"No. Actually you're the first guy I really liked. After I met you I knew I was gay, I had only wondered before. I think I knew but I wouldn't admit it. Why? Have you had a boyfriend?" He asked looking from the road to me.
"No, I haven't." I said. "You're the closest I've ever even been with to a guy in my life besides my father. I wouldn't have it any other way." I added squeezing his bicep.
"We're lucky, you know that, right?" He asked me.
"Of course I do." I said.
"Think about it. We have so much. Our parents love us, hopefully no matter what." This comment caused my stomach to lurch a bit. "And they can support us." He went on. "We have a beach house we can go stay at when we get sick of campus, and we met each other. What are the odds that if they had to reselected roommates, we'd be together? Pretty damn slim." He said answering his own question.
"I know we are baby." I said lowering my head to his shoulder, rubbing his bicep and squinting into the sun. "But don't talk about what-ifs. Don't think about where we'd be if we hadn't met. Just be happy we did."
"I am, love." He said smiling, and signaling to pull off the expressway. I put my head up.
"Where're we going?" I asked.
"Dinner." He replied simply.
Before pulling into the restaurant, Alex stopped at the bank and used his ATM to take some money out. I did the same, but he did insist on paying for our dinner calling the weekend "his treat". It was a simple, but great meal, and we sat and talked and learned more about each others past. It turned out Alex had a brother who passed away when he was twelve, and a sister who was fourteen. They were pretty close, but he preferred not to talk about his brother much.
Once we finally pulled into the driveway of the secluded house the hot sun was retreating close to the horizon. It was a large two-story elegant stylish house with grand windows and high rising columns to support a balcony over the front door. We grabbed our bags and headed up the stairs and into the house. It was beautiful inside as well, with an oriental theme running throughout. The living room had large wooden bookshelves and a huge cushy leather couch. A large TV sat about ten feet in front of it and an array of DVDs and movies sat on a shelf next to it. The kitchen had a large oak table with china set neatly around it. Alex said his parents had just left the house that morning and must have left it out for our use. The grand bedroom had a beautiful view of Lake Huron and showed the large private beach stretching far in both directions. Alex's room was the best of all. It had a large queen bed with a thick, royal blue, down comforter and nearly ten pillows. There was a small couch sitting in front of a TV stand which had a Play Station II connected to it. The bathroom was large with a double sink and a walk in shower similar to the one at school, only the faucet was about two feet wide and fixed to the ceiling so when it was on it seemed as though it was raining.
"This is great." I said, dropping my bag near the edge of the couch.
"You haven't seen the best part yet." He said pulling off his shirt and pants.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Just put on your bathing suit and follow me." He said.
We both had board shorts, so neither of us got completely naked since you wear something under them. I realized as we changed we hadn't yet been naked together since found out what we shared. I couldn't wait to be able to stare without worrying about being caught.
When we were both in nothing but bathing suits he grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs and outside onto the deck where there was a hot tub and large grill. He grabbed a tanning chair that was leaning against the privacy fence by the hot tub and led me down a small flight of stairs leading off the deck and down a sandy trail. Pretty soon we had reached the shore, and the sun was almost setting. He laid out the beach chair, propping the back up, and I laid on it with my legs spread, patting the spot in between them, inviting him to come and sit down with him. He sat where I directed and leaned back against my chest.
"Feels like you've been working out." He said leaning forward and turning to touch my chest. The feeling caused me to shiver. It felt so good to have him touch me.
He leaned back down and I wrapped my arms around his stomach, and he held them tightly where they lay, right over his crotch. We laid there in silence, enjoying the sunset for what seemed like hours. All I could do was enjoy his presence and bask in my love. Everything was right. With the combination of the beautiful sunset, and the presence of the gently rolling waves, the setting was very romantic. Pretty soon I started to get aroused, but I didn't care that he could feel it through my bathing suit. Of course he liked it. After a bit of time had passed I began to slowly stroke his chest, allowing my fingers to caress every inch of his torso, building a mental picture in my mind. The skin was smooth, with little bits of blond hair that I could never see with the naked eye. The feeling of his soft shiny skin sliding under my hands was amazing. Whenever I reached his nipple I would caress it a few extra times to stimulate him and then return to the rest of his chest. Pretty soon I had moved down to his abs. They were so hard, and it was so sexy to run my fingers in the grooves that the protruding muscles made as they pushed hard against his skin. Again he was hairless and the stroking picked up as he began to rub my leg. Pretty soon he turned around, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me. It wasn't a kiss like the other ones that we had shared, brief and quick. It was passionate, and filled with more movement and erotica than any kiss I had ever had. He first gently cradled my bottom lip in between his, massaging the gentle muscle with his. Soon our lips parted, and our tongues entered each others mouths. The kiss was perfect. It wasn't too wet, nor was it overdone. His mouth tasted wonderful to me as I sucked on his tongue and felt the inside of his mouth with mine. After several minutes of the passionate making out he stood from the chair and took my hand.
"Come with me my dear." He said pulling me up from the chair and guiding me by the hand to the water.
We walked out to where the water was up to about our sternum. Alex squatted down a bit and pulled me over his lap, with my face to his. My legs were behind him wrapped around his butt, and with him holding me up we began to kiss again. Soon we were both on our feet and rubbing each others bodies which were both twitching with excitement. His nipples were hard and sticking out a bit as I pulled at them with my thumb and index finger, enjoying the sensation of their stimulation. Soon we sank down into the water, and below its surface we shared another, quicker kiss before coming back up for air. Now above water, I jumped on Alex's back and told him to head for shore. Back in water about a foot deep, amidst the rolling waves we fell to the sandy bottom, me on top of him, and once more our mouths came together. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done, and by this time our throbbing members were pressed hard together, but we moved them little to avoid over-stimulating them. We both knew there was plenty more to come that night. Soon we were both covered in sand, which was constantly being washed away by crashing waves and returned by our rolling. We were constantly putting out mouths together, blindly, just wanting to touch. Soon I rolled off of him and lay on my back next to him. The stars were out now, and I looked up at them, holding only his hand, breathless. I looked over and he was staring at me. I moved closer, and we crawled up the sand a bit, out of the water. Alex lay on his back facing the velvet sky, and I lay on my side, facing him clinging to his side. His hand held mine tightly to his chest which was rising and falling in rapid succession do to his exhaustion. He turned again and looked at me, smiling. He cupped my face with one hand, and stretched his mouth to mine and gave me another light kiss on the lips, then another on the forehead, and then my eyelids. He propped himself up on his elbow, still watching me intently.
"The stars are beautiful tonight." He said gazing up at them, and then returning to me.
"What stars?" I asked, kissing him again.
"Shea," He said, his voice broken and quiet.
"What?" I asked now propping on my own elbow, letting our hands fall to the sand between us. We still both panted for breath.
"I don't know what I'm feeling. This hasn't ever happened to me." He said, looking down into the sand. "I can't find words to tell you how much you mean to me." I thought a small tear was forming in the corner of his eye. "I love you so much." He said putting his hand under my arm and on my back. "And I don't ever want to feel distance between us."
"I love you too." I said, hardly able to get the words out. I couldn't believe the feeling that came with saying these words. My body and heart were on fire, not for lust, but for my love for Alex. In those next few moments we could not be close enough to one another. We clutched each others bodies, holding on so tight it hurt. We didn't want to let go, not after all the time we had been separate, not after all the loneliness we'd both had for years. And this was the first time since I saw Alex in the room with the girl that I cried, but this time it was for happiness and joy. I could tell Alex was crying too, because his body was trembling just like mine.
I didn't know how long we laid there but I guessed it was for nearly twenty minutes. He was the first to stir, because it was starting to get very cold. Our tears had subsided and we stood up to walk back to the house.
"Better go before our nuts freeze off." He said wiping his face.
"That wouldn't be good." I said laughing as I too wiped my eyes. We walked back to the house with arms around each others waists, both nervous but excited for the night to come.
"You're frickin' freezing." He said to me, feeling my hip with his bare hand.
"I know." I replied.
"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.
"I don't know, it didn't bother me when I was laying there with you."
He started walking behind me now, rubbing his hands vigorously over my arms to try and warm me, but before long we were back in the house and heading upstairs to his shower, where we could wash the sand off of our bodies.
I didn't take long for the lukewarm water to heat up to scalding hot. I couldn't wait to climb in and feel the warmth. In the meantime I sat on the couch in his room with a heavy towel wrapped around me, while Alex constantly called to me that the water was not yet warm.
Finally he called to me that the water was hot and I got up, shaking with excitement and walked into the bathroom.
"Warming up yet?" He asked, hugging me.
"A bit." I answered.
"Well let's get in then." He said.
I pulled my towel off my body and let it fall to the floor. Alex was already unbuttoning his bathing suit, and I quickly did the same, letting it fall to the floor too. We stood there in our briefs, facing each other and Alex took a step toward e, putting his hands on my hip.
"Are you nervous?" He asked me, in a gentle voice.
"A bit." I said putting my face into his shoulder.
"There's nothing we have to do tonight." He said reassuring me, but I wanted to. I was just scared.
"I want to." I said with finality in my voice. He kissed my neck.
I slid my finger under the waist band of his briefs and slid them down, watching his hard dick flop out. He had shaved too, and looked at me smiling.
"Someone's happy to see you." He laughed as he pulled my briefs down too, and my cock, just as hard sprang out too. Alex kissed me quickly on the mouth, and then we stepped into the shower.
The first part of our night, including the shower wasn't very sexual at all. It was more of a time of exploration and consumption with the bodies of the other. When we stepped into the shower, we faced each other again, and it was clear that Alex didn't want to just start having sex, and neither did I. He took his hand and put it up to my face, and began to trace over all of my features. My small nose, my eyelids, my cheek bones, and my jaw were all explored by his hand. He took his time, as if imprinting a physical picture of me into his head. His finger trembled a bit as he ran it across my lips, and soon he made his way down to my chest, tracing every bit of it as well. His hands slid slowly but easily across my wet body and he made a special point to run a finger down each of my hip bones. He skipped my dick and butt, making it clear that he wasn't doing this for sexual pleasure, but simply for the sake of being close to and feeling every part of my body. It wasn't for either of our pleasure, but it was to know one another deeper. It was one of the most loving acts I thought he ever did to me. When he had finally finished quite a bit of time had passed, and he kissed me deeply, finishing his exploration in my mouth. I hugged him close and told him I loved him over and over. His mouth soon went from my face to my neck, and then to my nipples. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. He enclosed his mouth around one of them, first only breathing heavy hot breath on it, and then swirling his tongue, pushing hard into it, causing a lot of stimulation I had never felt before. I did the same to him, and he obviously loved it as much as I had, for he rocked his head back to face the ceiling and groaned deeply. Pretty soon he pulled my face off of his chest and kissed me again, and then hugged me close to him. It was the first time our cocks touched, and it felt amazing to feel him pressed against my naked body.
"Let's get outta here." He said flipping off the water.
"Sounds good." I said.
We stepped out of the shower and onto the large bath mat. Alex grabbed a large towel and hugged me, wrapping us both in it. We rubbed each other off, and once we were dry we headed into his bedroom and climbed under his large comforter. Immediately upon entering the bed Alex climbed on top of me and started kissing me. Like before, but more rugged this time, our tongues crashed together, our lips opening and closing violently. His lips were soft and amazing, and he was a great kisser, taking over and making a simple kiss more than I ever thought it would be. This lasted several minutes, and soon we were starting to sweat. It ran down our hard bodies, dripping together and running off in the same mix. I rolled over onto him, and put the full weight of my body against him, my cock pressing hard into the front of his hip. I started kissing his next and shoulder, and soon I was pleasuring his nipples again. His chest muscle was hard and defined, and I could taste the light salt from his sweat. My tongue worked it way down to his abs, where I used it to find the grooves between his abdominal muscles again. He kept a hand on the back of my head the whole time, guiding my mouth, and keeping it well away from his cock. I went back to his nipple, which was tight and hard. I pulled with my lips, closing them over him and then opening them again allowing my tongue to push hard and rotate over it. He bucked a bit and groaned again with the sensation I gave him from my intense sucking. Soon he sat up, causing me to stop. He got up onto his knees, and I did the same. He pulled me close.
"I want to give you more pleasure than you've ever felt, love." He said intent on making me happy. I knew he would love it too, it wasn't only me who would be pleasure.
I fell down into the pillows, with his hand behind my back, supporting my fall. Once I was laying down, he continued to face me and slid forward in between my legs, with his cock facing my butt. He bent down and kissed my cheek, then my forehead, and then the middle of my chest.
"Are you okay, love?" He asked, taking my hand.
"I'm more than okay." I said smiling and squeezing his hand.
He lowered his lips to my butt, still holding my hand and kissed me lightly there. I didn't quite know what to expect, and I doubted he knew well what he was doing, but I trusted him, and I was sure he'd seen the act of sex before. He slid his tongue, got and wet, into my butt and massaged it for a couple of minutes. It felt amazing to feel him in me, but I knew the feeling would only get better. Soon he took it out, and walked to the bathroom, coming back with a tube of lube. He spread some on me with his finger, and added some onto his dick.
"Just tell me if you want me to slow down or stop." He said to me gently.
I just nodded and lay my head back on the pillows, trying to relax. Soon I felt his dick pressing against me, and pushing against me. He slid in, very slowly, inches at a time. He went so slowly, and he held my hand the whole time, stroking my leg with his free hand. He stopped several times to make sure I wasn't in any pain, and to my surprise, I still hadn't been because he was so slow and gentle. He wasn't concerned with his own pleasure, but with my comfort. Once he had finally gone all of the way inside me, which felt amazing, he slowly began to move in and out, only picking up succession as I became more relaxed. Soon I was completely relaxed with him in me, and pulled himself out and reposition himself behind me, so we were spooning, and he slid back in, this time much more easily. He wanted to hold me while we made love for the first time, and he did, never letting me go or letting me feel without his love. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt, with his arms holding me tightly and his cock filling me. I had never felt so complete in my life. Alex picked up speed and momentum and soon he was groaning louder than he had all night, and I had started too, because the feeling of him slamming into my prostate was beyond what I thought I would be. He grabbed my cock with a free hand and pulled it, adding to my pleasure. He was pushing harder and harder, and pretty soon I felt him tensing up, and I knew he was close. He held me even closer to him, and got deeper into me than anytime that whole night. After a few more minutes of hard pushing, I felt him go rigid. His pounding got more intense, and so did my satisfaction. His moaning grew, and our sweat was allowing our bodies to slip over each other's with ease. He shouted out as I felt him starting to orgasm inside of me, pushing hard and hitting my prostate over and over. I thought I was going to come to, and I wasn't even touching my cock and neither was Alex anymore. Soon I felt wave after wave of hot cum shoot into me, filling me with warmth. We both bucked hard as the eighth and ninth wave of his orgasm shot, and soon it subsided. He fell into the blankets, and we both breathed heavily and deeply, exhausted. He still felt wonderful in me, and it had been the most satisfying act I'd ever done. He lay behind me, holding onto me for several minutes, heaving, and chest rising and falling. When he pulled out of me I felt a bit empty, and shuddered, but these feeling were gone when I rolled to face him. His face showed exhaustion, as did mine, but he smiled and ran his hand though my hair.
"You're amazing." He whispered.
"So are you." I said kissing his face.
Alex looked down and saw that I still had a boner, and decided to take care of it.
"You're turn." He said, though I already felt like I had an amazing turn, even without climax, but I didn't deny him.
He slowly got up, and retreated back in between my legs where he bent over and pressed his lips against my cock head, kissing it. It jumped with excitement at the feeling of his lips on it. He opened his mouth, and slid it over me, the feeling of which surpassed all that I had felt that night. He was amazing at sucking my dick, even though it was the first time he'd done it. His tongue swirled and flicked at me as his head bobbed up and down. This time it was my turn to moan loudly. The feeling was indescribable. It wasn't long before I was ready to climax too, because I was already so excited.
"I'm going to cum, Alex." I moaned, expecting him to pull his head off and jack me, but he didn't, he just kept going.
The orgasm that resulted from all of this was the most explosive pleasure I had felt in all of my life. When the orgasm started to build, I began to buck my hips, pushing my cock into Alex's mouth. The felt my body tense up and the waves of intense orgasm were more than I imagined they would be. I didn't think jacking off would ever work again, not after Alex. He created a wet suction that made me groan and shout, and soon I had shot ten loads of cum into his throat, and swallowed them all. I let my hips fall back into the bed as it subsided and Alex licked from my cock to my chin and then kissed my lips.
"I wish I could give you the pleasure you just gave me." He said returning to his spot next to me in the bed.
"Just laying next to you is all I need, sweetie." I said, "But don't worry. That was the most amazing thing I've felt in my entire life." I reassured him.
He smiled and kissed my cheek for the last time that night.
"I love you so much." He said.
"I love you too." I answered, and I curled up as close as I could get to Alex, using his chest as a pillow, and fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart.
True love was surely better than all that my imagination could have prepared me for.
Sorry this one took so long. I hope it was worth it!
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