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This is a continuation of "Nick and Sean part 1."
Nick & Sean part 2
Chapter Three:
I spent the rest of the evening worried about what Sean would do or say to me when we next saw each other. Was he really awake? Did he really know what I had done? God, I had been so reckless! I felt guilty for having taken advantage of my friend, and I was scared to death of the repercussions. Was Sean going to out me to the whole school? Would he try and beat me up? Would he ever talk to me again? All these questions burned in my head the rest of the night and I nearly cried myself to sleep with worry, guilt and fright, feeling alone and helpless.
Morning dawned with its usual vigor...my room was bathed in the ultra bright light of the desert sun. The fog of sleep gave me a minute of reprieve from my worries, but as I woke up and remembered what had transpired the previous day, my nerves sparked anew with fear of what the day might bring. I showered and dressed slowly, almost as though delaying getting to school would make it all go away. My mom fussed that I was going to be late and ushered me out the door, telling me to "break a leg" and kissing me on the cheek. Jesus, I hated it when she did that. I wiped the mom slobber off my cheek, got in my jeep and headed to school.
I still managed to get to school with a few minutes before class started. I made my way from the parking lot to my first period English class – intentionally avoiding the building next door where my friends and me usually hang out. I sat down at my desk and busied myself pulling books from my bag pretending to look for something. Sean came in just after I did and sat down next to me...We had first period together. Maybe if I didn't look at him he wouldn't say anything to me. No, then he would know something was up.
"Hey Sean," I said.
"Hey."
I didn't know what else to say to him, so I just asked the first thing that came to mind. "Do you want a ride home from school today?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course." Sean responded.
I think I must have visibly relaxed, because Sean just looked at me and grinned that sexy mischievous grin he did as he reached over and gently squeezed my shoulder. It seemed that all was well between Sean and me. We were still friends and I would still be driving him home after school. I knew I'd just had a close call, but I could hardly wait to get to Sean's house after school and smoke another joint with him...maybe he would take another nap...
After one of the longest days EVER, school was finally over. I'd spent the whole day daydreaming of Sean and praying I could touch him again. We met up and walked to the parking lot as usual, talking about the same old stuff we normally did. We cranked up the music in my Jeep, lit a couple smokes and headed toward Sean's house. When I pulled into the driveway and parked, we were still listening to a song, so we sat for a minute while it ended. Before I even knew what was happening, Sean had reached over and put his hand on my leg, so far up he was nudging the boys.
"Inner thigh!" he exclaimed.
I was so confused and taken aback by this, I didn't know how to respond. What the hell was that about? Was he joking with me? For lack of a better response, I reached over and did the same thing to him, grasping the inside of this leg as high up as I dared, while saying in my most sarcastic voice, "Inner thigh."
We both laughed nervously and went inside his house. It wasn't long before the little black box made an appearance, a joint was rolled and we were back outside smoking. I didn't really care for pot – it made everything taste sticky and sweet...like I had perpetual cottonmouth. It also made me sick to my stomach if I smoked too much. But I would do anything to be near Sean, pot included.
We headed back inside and plopped down on the couch. Sean turned the TV on and we sat for a while, just watching some random show. We were sitting right next to each other, and out of nowhere, Sean moved his hand and let it hover right over my crotch, a mere inch from the fabric. Our eyes locked and his hand hovered and I could feel the heat from his hand, burning through my pants and scorching my skin. I thought about pushing his hand down and making him grope me, but I just couldn't summon the courage. He just left his hand hovering there while we stared at one another. After about 30 seconds, he pulled his hand back and giggled. I was so confused by his actions I didn't know what was going on. Was he joking? Taunting me? I was to scared to make any moves of my own, and already regretting it.
We ended up ignoring the TV and started talking guy stuff and poking fun at each other, which ended up turning into a game of truth or dare. I think we were both feeling mischievous, because both of us took only dares. They rapidly progressed from stupid little things to more significant things. Finally, I got the courage to take it up a notch. "I dare you to suck my dick!" I said.
Sean just looked at me and said, "Take it out."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I was so utterly afraid to make any move. I just looked at Sean and he looked back at me. Then he closed his eyes, opening his mouth and sat there waiting. I was in shock. I couldn't move. Sean asked if I was going to do it or not...but I just couldn't fathom it. What if he was joking and I did it and he freaked out on me or something?!? So I stood up, unzipped my jeans and then stuck my finger in his mouth. Sean's lips closed around my finger, and he swirled his tongue and worked the digit up and down for about 20 seconds. I knew he knew he had a finger and not a dick, but he sucked anyway. I knew I was pitching a huge tent in my jeans. Sean opened his eyes, released my finger and just looked at me again. Then he said to me, "Check out what I can do."
Sean laid down on his back and flipped his legs up over his shoulders. "I can lick my own dick. Awesome huh?" he said.
I hadn't been able to see what he was doing, and told him so, and that I didn't believe him, so I told him to do it again and I moved to the ground so I could get a better look. Sure enough, he had popped his hard dick out of his shorts and was licking the tip. He stopped as soon as I'd had a look, sat back on the couch and giggled. God he was such a tease.
The game of truth or dare continued and Sean dared me to suck his dick. I responded the same way he had, opening my mouth and closing my eyes. I could feel Sean moving on the couch next to me, and I peeked through my "closed" eyes to see what he was doing. He was kneeling right in front of me, his basketball shorts staring me in the face. I could smell him, the wonder aromas of boy, soap, cologne and sweat all mixing together to give Sean a scent that drove me wild. He just kneeled there, neither moving toward me or making a move to release his dick from his shorts. I moved my face forward and made contact with his cute hard stomach. My lips danced over his abs, and my tongue licked and flicked. Sean laughed and screamed that it tickled and moved away from me, sitting back down. I was very disappointed that he hadn't put it in my mouth. It seemed neither one of us was sure of the other...so our game continued and it was my turn. I dared Sean to stick a finger in his butt. This dare was met with a look of genuine concern from Sean. I could tell I had just made a request that gave him pause and he agreed to do it only if I would to. I said I would, so he went to the bathroom and came back with some lotion. He laid on the ground and put lotion on one finger, then slid his shorts down to his knees and lifted his legs above his shoulders so I could get a clear view of his perfect ass. He massaged his hole with the lotion covered finger, and then gingerly slipped the whole digit in. I think my heart nearly stopped and my breath caught in my throat. I was transfixed by the sight before me, but it was over as quickly as it began. The finger was removed, shorts pulled back up and Sean disappeared to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back he said it was my turn.
Even though I had just witnessed him do it, and I had agreed to do it myself, I was absolutely mortified. Some illogical part of my brain was telling me that doing this was the same as telling Sean I was gay and that I shouldn't do it, despite everything that had transpired between us. I knew it made no sense, but that's how I felt all the same. It took Sean ten minutes of pestering me to get me to finally agree and drop to the ground. I put lotion on my finger and was about to pull my pants down when Sean started laughing at me and told me not to do it. He explained to me that he had not actually done it...that he had only pretended to. I didn't believe him – I knew what I had seen. I told him to show me what he meant, and without missing a beat he was on the ground again, shorts down, and he made like he was going to put the finger in, but then curled the finger into his fist, resting the knuckle on his hole. I knew he was full of it. The memory was clear in my head, he HAD stuck his finger in the first time, but he obviously felt embarrassed and wanted to save face, so I let him.
We decided our game was getting boring (though I thought it was just getting interesting) so we moved into Sean's bedroom. Sean took off his basketball shorts and just had on his boxers and a white t-shirt. I sat on the edge of his bed and he sat on a short stool just across from me. Sean looked at me and reached up the leg of his boxers. His hand stayed there for a few seconds and then he pulled his dick out of the leg...it just hung there, semi erect and beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Sean giggled again and I looked up to see him grinning at me, his face blushed and his eyes drilling into mine. My mind raced with thoughts of how I should react. In the end I decided that letting him make a few more moves was best.
I laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, praying he would take the hint and join me. I didn't have to wait long – only a few seconds later, Sean was standing at the edge of the bed looking down at me. He grabbed his pillow and placed it on my stomach and over my crotch. Then he collapsed on top of me, resting his fact in the bed next to my neck, his chest on mine, our hips grinding into each other, separated by a pillow. I wrapped my arms around his back and we just lay in silence for a few minutes, the fingers of my right hand idly stroking his back. The silence was broken when Sean spoke.
"I have an itch," he said into the bed.
I responded by starching his back.
"Lower" he said.
I moved my hand to just above his boxers and scratched.
"Lower" he said again.
So I moved my hand onto his perfect round ass and scratched each cheek, one at a time.
"In more." He whispered.
I moved my light scratching to the space between his cheeks, gently working them up and down his crack.
"Getting closer." He croaked.
I slipped my hand under his boxers and worked my fingers down his crack. My middle finger made contact with his hole and I gently rubbed it.
"Ah, that's it. Right there." He said.
I removed my hand, brought the finger to my mouth and generously wetted the digit with my saliva. Then I placed the hand back under Sean's boxers and worked my finger into his ass, gently massaging the hole, then slipping it in as far as it would go, his tightness and heat burning my finger as I wiggled it inside him. Sean moaned with enjoyment, but lay still, not moving.
I removed the finger from him and he rolled over onto his back, pulling his shirt off and the covers over himself. Then he raised his hips off the bed and I could tell he was taking off his boxers. He closed his eyes and lay there like he was going to sleep, but he was petting his chest and abs. I scooted up the bed next to him and brought my hand to his hard abs. His body shivered as I touched him and my own body seemed to be buzzing and tingling all over, the sheer excitement of what we were doing creating a huge wet spot on the front of my pants. I worked my hand lower and pulled the covers back to reveal Sean's hard dick. It was perfect. Long and straight with a spongy mushroom head and a few veins popping up here and there. There was a small pool of precum on his belly that had leaked from the tip. I dipped my finger into it and smeared the juice over his cock. I moved my hand down to his balls and gently played with them, his legs opening wider to grant me access. They were lightly fuzzy, the sack warm and silky smooth. I moved my hand back to his dick and wrapped it around him. I began to stroke him slowly, still in shock at what I was doing. I wanted to taste him so badly...I had to have his dick in my mouth, had to suck him.
"Sean. Do you want me to suck you?" I whispered.
"Mmmmphffff...uhhh...mmm" he quietly moaned in response.
That was all I needed. I moved between his legs and brought my face toward his balls. While still stroking him, I buried my nose and mouth between his legs, breathing in his musky and sweet scent, and licking his balls. I wanted it to last forever, but I could not wait any longer. I dove onto his cock with my mouth, taking as much as I could before it hit my throat and gagged me. Up and down I worked it, coating the shaft with saliva and swirling my tongue, sucking, slurping and stroking. My other hand went to the front of my own pants and released my dick from its prison. I stroked myself with vigor as I sucked Sean, lost in the feelings I was experiencing. I'd never wanted something so bad, and I was getting it...I was going to suck him dry. It was only a minute or two when Sean's breathing started getting ragged and his chest was heaving, his hands grabbing at the bed sheets, holding on for dear life.
He started bucking his hips up and down and he fucked my face with his long hard cock. I could taste his precum oozing from the tip of his dick and it drove me wild, my own dick dripping onto the sheets and my fingers. I was on the verge of cumming and so was Sean. I worked his cock with everything I had and just as I felt myself starting to go over the edge, Sean erupted in my mouth, shot after shot of thick hot cum coating my tongue, and filling my mouth. I kept right on sucking as some dribbled down the shaft from between my lips and I had to swallow to make room for more as he continued to cum. His load was so big and sweet. I was in ecstasy, my own cum shooting from me like a cannon, hitting his legs and sheets.
I continued sucking his dick while it softened, making sure to lap up all the cum that had escaped my lips. Finally, I reluctantly released him from my mouth and scooted up next to him so our faces were even. He looked at me through half closed eyes and gave me a goofy grin. I wrapped nestled my head on his shoulder, wrapped my arm around his chest and drifted to sleep.
**To be continued...perhaps. This story is based on true events from my junior year of high school. Actually, you could say I'm writing about my memories of what transpired between my friend and I. I need to decide if I want to take this story in the direction it happened in real life, or whether I should move into the realm of fiction.
Comments and feedback are welcome and encouraged. This is my first story, but I've always been interested in writing. I can be reached at Helleauxthere@gmail.com Thanks for reading.