The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait! For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright. You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you, but in the meantime, enjoy!
"I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock"; "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock." Adam couldn't stop the words going round and round in his head as he lay on his bed, thinking about what had happened in the cubicle. Could he be mistaken? Had he misheard? Had he himself imagined the words? And if Greg had actually said it, what was to happen next? Adam had known Greg for a long time, and he was, without doubt, his best mate. "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock" - the words wouldn't go away. Adam's mind was in turmoil - I can't believe that Greg's gay; yet why else would he have said what he said? Shit! He mentally replayed the events in the cubicle: asking for Greg's help with the knot was done in all innocence - wasn't it? Sure, he'd started to get hard, but all teenage boys are semi-erect for most of the day anyway. And why had Greg asked him to turn around; did it really make any difference? What had it been like when Greg's arms touched the side of his body? Awkward? Embarrassing? Nice? Stimulating? All of those? And Greg had laid his chin on Adam's shoulder; no-one, not even Sarah, had done that. Adam recalled the warmth of Greg's face, only a few centimetres from his own. Then the heart-stopping moment when Greg's obviously hard cock pushed between his ass-cheeks - "Oh fuck!" Adam's mind raced through the events and possible consequences: "Gay? Straight? Bi? Confused?"
The ringing of Adam's mobile broke into his mental maelstrom - he could see that it was Sarah. "Hi, Sarah - it's great to hear from you. How's things?"
"Fine, Adam. Listen, I don't have too long to talk 'cos I've got to go out with mum in a minute, but you know I'm going away over the weekend?"
"Yeah".
"Well, how'd you like to come with me - us, I mean?"
"Who is 'us'?"
"Me, mum and dad. We have a cottage about 30 miles from Glasgow, and my brother should have been coming with us, but he can't, so there's a spare bedroom. It should be great!"
"That sounds fantastic, Sarah - are you sure it's OK with your folks?"
"No problem - they'd be really pleased - and so would I. Think you can come?"
Adam remembered about an English assignment he had to had in on Monday - "Thing is, Sarah, I've got work that I need to get done over the weekend".
"Bring it with you - it wouldn't take the whole weekend, would it?"
"Two to three hours, I reckon".
"Well, mum, dad and I have to visit some relatives on Saturday afternoon - you could do it then, if you didn't mind being on your own?"
"Sounds perfect! I'll check with my folks, and get back to you straight away".
"Great! Hear from you soon. Bye - oh, are we meeting at 7 outside the cinema tonight?"
"Yeah - see you there. Bye". A whole weekend with Sarah, even though her parents would be there, too, could be just the thing Adam needed - and there was tonight. Fantastic!
Adam's parents were pleased about their son's friendship with Sarah. In their eyes it was an ideal partnership: she was very attractive, bright and had a lovely personality. The fact that here parents were considered the wealthiest in the neighbourhood had, of course, absolutely no influence on their opinion of Sarah! It was all decided; Adam would be collected after he returned from the dentist, at around 5.30, and then they would head over to Loch Lomond, to a log-chalet, arriving about 8.00 p.m., and staying until late on Sunday afternoon. A perfect weekend in prospect and being with Sarah would be the perfect antidote to the confused thoughts he'd had over the last few hours. "Gay? No way!"
Chemistry homework wasn't Greg's idea of a fun evening, but tonight he was finding it tough to focus on all the complicated formulae. Events of the late afternoon were occupying this mind - "Oh, shit!"
"Greg! - Keep your bedroom door closed if you're going to use that kind of language."
Greg hadn't heard his mum come up the stairs - "Sorry, mum!" He got up from his desk, closed the door and, deciding that he was flogging a dead horse as far as work was concerned, put on a CD and flopped onto this bed. Hands behind his head, he lay there, thinking to himself; "OK - you're gay, and you've fancied your best mate for several years. You don't want to tell him in case he wants to have nothing more to do with you. He'll tell the rest of the school - you'll be an outcast; no one likes gays. You made a fool of yourself at the pool today. Oh fuck!" Greg cast an anxious glance towards the door - he had shut it, even if he'd accidentally spoken his thoughts. Just like he'd done this afternoon - except then he really had said what he'd been thinking.
"Should I phone him? Maybe a text would be better? What should I say tomorrow? Geography will be awkward, 'cos we usually sit together. What a mess - what a fucking mess! How am I going to face Adam tomorrow? He couldn't get away fast enough when we came out of the changing area. He must really hate me - but I really love him".
"Greg - I'm away to my choir rehearsal - see you later. Bye".
"Bye, mum". Greg reached for the hi-fi remote, and turned up the volume - something normally greeted by a "Turn that down" shout from downstairs. However, even the loud music couldn't drown the continuing thoughts that raced around Greg's head. Why did Adam ask for help with his trunks? Was he 'testing the waters?' And why did he let me put my arms around his waist - he could have said that he'd manage on his own. He must have known I'd come into contact with him. And why did he get a hard on - an impressively large hard on? And then he tossed himself off, knowing that I was watching him.
Thoughts and memories took on a visual dimension as Greg recalled Adam's perfect physique - and his wonderful ass! Was it more exciting when hidden by his Speedos, when framed by his jockstrap, or when seen in all its glory? Greg recalled many occasions when he'd so wanted to reach out and gently run his fingers over the muscular mounds of flesh, and their delicate, light golden hairs. Not coarse, but a delicate down-like covering that Greg knew would be so soft to the touch. His touch. His fingertips gliding over the surface, barely making contact. Followed by his lips. His tongue. "Kiss my ass" - so often used as an insult was, for Greg, quite the opposite. It would be a thrill to be so intimate with an area of Adam's body that few had ever seen, let alone touched. What a wonderful sight - situated above Adam's long, powerful legs, and below his lean, muscular torso, with two clearly defined dimples.
Greg's hands dropped to his crotch, finding a prick that was already engorged with blood, and demanding release from the tight confines of his trousers. The temptation was to jerk off quickly, but Greg wanted to savour every lovely memory, and to indulge every tiny detail of every fantasy he'd ever had about his hunky friend. Slowly and tantalisingly, he allowed himself to tease down the zip of his trousers, all the time imagining that it was Adam's hand that performed the task. Tooth by tooth. Until, after an achingly long time, it reached the end of its travel. Greg couldn't help but groan as he edged his hand into his trousers, his fingers making contact with the soft cotton fabric, now stretched taught by the pulsing penis that demanded attention. "Don't rush, Adam; take your time". Greg's hand slipped further into the opening, gently sliding over the warm rod of flesh that throbbed under his fingers. A deeper groan came from Greg's throat as his fingers cupped around his balls. Balls filled to overflowing with boy juice that would soon burst forth in a glorious, fantastically messy orgasm.
"Adam, undo my belt". Greg slid his trousers down to his knees and, using his feet, managed to kick them off completely, all the time gently massaging his swollen, leaking cock. "Oh, yes - that feels sooo good". The damp patch on the front of Greg's briefs was spreading steadily as the sexual tension mounted. He raised his right hand to his mouth, savouring the smell and taste of his body fluid. "Mmm." Greg raised his head, looking down at the obscenely beautiful sight of his underwear, struggling to contain his rampant cock. All eight inches of rampant cock. Eight inches of thick, rampant cock. With his head raised up, Greg slipped off his T-shirt, allowing him free access to his very sensitive nipples. "Oh yesss, yesss! I love it when you squeeze my tits, Adam. Suck them!" And in his mind's eye, his best mate lowered his beautiful face, with his full, luscious lips and began to lick Greg's chest and suck on his lovely, large nipples, licking slowly across Greg's smooth, hairless chest. Matters were beginning to progress fairly rapidly as Greg raised his legs, quickly slipping off his damp briefs and bringing them up to his face. The effect was electric, with body sensations rapidly approaching overload. Greg's hand movements became a blur as he frantically rubbed up and down the hard, shiny shaft of his cock, now thoroughly coated in sticky pre-cum. His left hand threw his briefs aside, and moved rapidly between nipples, balls and arsehole, each sensitive area producing yet more quivering sensations. "Suck my balls, Adam! Suck them! Please!!" Greg experienced a totally overwhelming sensation of ecstasy, the earlier low-pitched groans and grunts having now risen in pitch to squeals of delight. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! I'm cumming!"
And the unstoppable event that is a teenage boy's greatest joy began in Greg's balls, as they tightened up, sending hot, sticky spunk on its short but oh so pleasurable journey. "Ohhhh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh Adam! Oh Fuck! Oh Yesssssssss!" Greg's body went into total spasm, the unbelievable sensations causing every square inch to tingle with an excitement he had never known. He dug his feet into the bedcover, arching his back, and pushing himself off the surface. Pulsing stream after pulsing stream shot from the fiery, purple head of Greg's steel-hard dick as he continued to beat his impressive meat. Greg had always been a "shooter", but even he was surprised when several globs of hot, sticky cum splashed onto his face, further increasing the mind-blowing sensations that had taken over his body.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Greg lay still, his heavy breathing slowly quietening, the rising and falling of his cum covered chest gradually diminishing, and his dick still pulsing gently as it gradually lost its steel core. His heart rate began to return to normal as his body calmed down, and he could see the copious volume of cum that he'd sprayed over himself. "Wow! See what you did, Adam!! I've never cum like that before - thanks, mate". Greg drew his fingers through the pools of cum, enjoying the slippery sensation on his tight body. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he sensually licked his fingers. Slowly, from the palm to the fingertips, enjoying the taste of his own juice. "Mmm, mmm; I love the taste. You don't know what you're missing, Adam. It tastes really - well, really nice!"
End of Chapter 2