This is a dual written story by 2 authors. We have each taken a character and run with them. Personality and stats are also individually created. Everything else that occurs is jointly decided and thought out. We hope that you have as much fun reading this ongoing story as we did writing it. You can contact Fred at emeraldj@twcny.rr.com or ICQ# 7554513 or AIM s/n emeraldjay. You can reach Lael at vanyelashkev@pacball.net, ICQ# 11938988 or AIM s/n VanyelAshkev. If at all interested, we have other stories written separately. Fred has "Dreaming of Jaye", in the High School category. Lael has "Near Collision", in the Sci-fi/Fantasy section.
"Picture Perfect"
By Fred Cole and Lael Stalnaker
Chapter 1: The Night 'Out'
I can't believe I got invited to this party; it's like a who's who of jockdom. Looks like I'm the only Junior here. It came as a surprise to me; it was the last swim meet of the season when Steven invited me to go.
It was supposed to be a big ole bash, with all the alcohol your average high school Senior can get their hands on. It started off as a teammates only event, but I guess my being the only yearbook photographer that wanted to cover the swim team kind of made me one of the crew. I had my reasons, what sort of gay boy would I be if I turned down the opportunity to watch men in tight Speedo's? These guys were sleekly built, as if born to be poolside. Steve lived too far away for me to walk to his place, so he set things up so Brian would give me a ride.
The time finally arrived, Brian pulled up to my place and I got in to his car, throwing my bag of clothes in the back seat.
"What's that for?" he asked
"Oh I just told my mom that I would be crashing at your place, she didn't want me waking her up on my way in during the middle of the night." I replied.
"Cool," was all he said.
The drive was a short ten minutes to Steve's place. He lived on his own for the most part. His mom had taken off a few years ago, and his dad was always away on business. When we got in the music was blaring, the beer was flowing, and by the way the guys were dancing with their girlfriends, it looked like Caligula was in charge. There were a couple of guys that went stag; they were hanging out in the TV room watching some slasher flick. I wasn't really in the mood to watch TV; I could do that at home. I just went to the bathroom and poured myself a beer from the beerball in the bathtub, and went out to the den to veg out.
I was there for maybe twenty minutes when I turned to see HIM walk in, the cutest guy on the varsity swim team. He is the stuff my wet dreams were made of. I waved, expecting just a simple nod of hello. He came over towards me, just beaming with that mischievous smile that he had, it reminded me of my cats when they were up to no good.
"Hey, Greg, how's it going? Steve said you'd be here tonight," Kyle said.
"I wasn't sure I'd make it. My mom can be such a pain sometimes," I replied.
"Hey, you want a refill? I'm about to get a cold one myself."
"Yeah, sure, I could use one."
A few moments later he brought back two bottles. "Here ya go," he handed me a wine cooler, "the bathroom was full so I grabbed these instead, hope you don't mind"
"Not at all, I like wild berry, 'sides, I was gonna tell you to get one of these instead of a beer for me anyway. I don't want to spend my night praying to the porcelain god."
"Yeah, I remember the last party you went to, how did you manage to break your nose on the toilet anyway?"
"I passed out while my head was on the bowl and slid off." I was turning three shades of red at this point.
"Don't feel bad, dude, I've had stranger things happen to me, " he said clapping me on the back.
The moment he touched me, I felt a twitch in my pants. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'what if he sees me sprout wood?' I started blushing unconsciously at the thought. All he did was give his playful grin again. 'Geez, does he actually know? Well if he does, he doesn't seem to mind.'
"Come on, Greg, let's get out there and dance."
'Wait a minute, did he just ask me to dance?' I asked myself. "Alright, let's go," I replied...
There was a small crowd in the rec room dancing away. We danced amongst the group for a few songs, not really with each other, more like with no one and everyone at the same time. Just then the deejay of the moment put the Macarena song on. Everyone was getting into formation, and Kyle got right next to me.
"Hey can you teach me this, I can never seem to get it?" he asked.
"Sure let's move to the outside corner of this bunch so you can see."
I must have been a good teacher, because he got it down after about the second or third time. He was dancing so close I could feel his body heat. Every time we did the hip swing slash ass shake, we would end up bumping into each other. The final one was coming up, I decided to be a wiseass and bump a bit harder than I needed to, and ended up knocking him to the floor. As soon as he hit, he gave me a stunned look, which in turn caused me to laugh so hard I was doubled over in pain, and rolling on the floor myself. He was laughing too, realizing what had just happened. I managed to pull myself together and stretched my hand out to help him up; he grabbed and pulled me back to the floor, causing more fits of laughter.
I was really beginning to feel like I could be myself around this guy. I didn't feel like I needed my camera to hide behind.
"Come on, let's get another drink," he said.
I happily followed, lapping up this boy-god's attention like a lovesick puppy. We headed for the wet bar on the other side of the rec room, he grabbed a couple of different bottles and started adding a splash of this and a bit of that. I don't know what it was but it sure didn't taste like anything like the cherry coke he started off with. The concoction was strong enough to lift weights, or run racecars, I don't know which. By the time I finished what he called a 'rocket booster' I wasn't feeling a bit of pain, or anything else for that matter. I sort of meandered my way to the TV room, my head was swimming and I wanted to go to bed before I did or said something I might regret. No point in outing myself and not being able to remember it the next morning.
"Kevin, have you seen Brian?" I asked
"No, dude, I think he left already. Think he said something about leaving a while ago. Say, isn't that your bag over there by the doorway?"
"Oh shit, he left me here, where the hell am I supposed to go tonight? My mom's not expecting me home and I can't stay here." I complained.
"Well shit, man, just ask Kyle if you can crash at his place, I'm sure he'll let ya, his 'rents are cool." Kevin offered.
"I guess so," I turned to see Kyle coming in to the room, "Hey, Kyle, can I . . ."
"Sure, man, you can stay at my place tonight, I was just getting ready to go home," He answered before I had finished asking.
"Oh good, so can you help me up, I'm not feeling so steady at the moment."
"Yeah here, let me help you." He said, as he grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me with such force, I nearly fell face first into him. "Whoa there bud." He helped me straighten up my stance, led me over to my bag and grabbed it for me, nearly dropping me because I was so wobbly.
We walked out to the passenger side of his car, after opening the door, he poured me into the passenger seat, then went around and hopped in the driver's side, tossing my bag in the back seat.
"Nice car," I said as I looked over the inside of his midnight blue VW Beetle.
"My dad got it for me after I got back from regionals last year." He started the car and backed out of the driveway onto the street. "Let's ride around for a bit, I don't really want to head home just yet."
"Hey, I'm just along for the ride. How come you're not as shit-faced as I am, we had the same amount to drink?"
"Wrong! You had more; remember that rocket booster I gave you? Well, I just made it look like I had the same thing; all I really had tonight was that wine cooler. Dude, you don't look so good, I'm gonna put the top down for some fresh air."
I can't believe how trashed Greg got. Maybe I shouldn't have mixed all that stuff together so carelessly. Still, it was fun watching his face when he downed it. He's a pretty cool for someone not on a team. I can't help but sneak a look at him as we head for my place. Thank god my parents are actually out of town for the week. They said they were going to check out some training center for me in the Mid- West. They promised to make it back for Commencement.
When Steve told me about the party at his place, I wasn't really going to come. Why hang around a bunch of guys who really just wanted an excuse to make-out with their girlfriends and down brews? They knew I hadn't had a girlfriend since my Freshman year. They thought that it was because of trying to keep my gymnastics training going at the same time that I am on the swim team. Sure that would suck for any kind of sex life, but that's not really it.
I had already noticed that guys turned me on 90 percent of the time. It got to where I felt guilty taking out a girl, when what I really wanted I was afraid to have. So, presto chango, no more dates. I let my life revolve around gymnastics and sometimes socializing with the jocks from various teams. I let them think whatever they wanted. Since I always got results for the team, and Dad is such a huge donor for the school sports programs, I get left alone when I want it and invited to pretty much everything. Now that we're Seniors, the girls have finally given up on me, cursing my dedication to my training, rather than who they should have; their competition, other guys! I had pretty much trained myself to ignore other guys along with the girls. Too much of a distraction.
Then I noticed Greg. He was at most of the sports events for our school, camera in hand. His photos totally rock. He manages to catch the perfect moment at any event. Never fails either, always gets that one moment that everything hangs on. I would not be surprised to see a Pulitzer for photography attached to his name one day. I like looking for his photos; I can always tell which are his. Most of the jocks like him too, since he always catches their best moments on film.
Anyway, when Steve told me that Greg was coming to the party, I decided to go. I wanted to see him one last time before I left school. If I am honest with myself, I guess I can admit I have had a crush on him for the last two years. His eyes always pay attention to everything and you can tell his focus on whatever he is doing is total. He has a pretty good body, certainly not a weight lifter, but definitely someone who doesn't mind hard work. He's taller than I am, but most people are.
I got to the party kinda late. I had worried about all sorts of details that I usually ignored, especially my stupid hair. I had let it grow and it reached the mid point of my neck now. The blond strands went every which direction, driving me nuts. I fussed in the mirror until I finally snorted at my silliness and said screw it.
Steve was out front when I got there and waved me on in. He was the best anchor for relay we had on the swim team. There wasn't any stroke he couldn't do and get top speed out of. My own strength was in consistency. My times always came out the same, time after time. Not great but far from bad either. The coach liked to have me in the second spot, to keep things going, but still have time to make things up if the starter screwed up somehow. He dealt pretty well with the fact that my main focus was on gymnastics rather than swimming.
I went in and looked around. The usual shit going on, here there and everywhere. I was having doubts about the evening getting any better. I searched the house and finally ended up in the den. Greg saw me and waved. Just seeing him wave and knowing it was for me brought a grin to my face. Greg looked a little stunned as I came over to him.
"Hey, Greg, how's it going? Steve said you'd be here tonight," I said by way of greeting. I had to force myself not to totally scope him out right away.
"I wasn't sure I'd make it. My mom can be such a pain sometimes," Greg replied. The annoyance in his voice was pretty hard to miss.
"Hey, you want a refill? I'm about to get a cold one myself."
"Yeah, sure, I could use one."
I went in search of drinkables. Brian found me and showed me where the bottled stuff was. I reached for some brews and stopped just short. Greg didn't hold up to well with beer. The image of blood flowing down Greg's face from last time made me wince in sympathy. Then I noticed the wine coolers floating in the ice-chest. Then an idea dawned on me.
"Say, Brian, you driving Greg home?" I asked breezily.
"Yeah, but he's probably going to stay over at my place. Why?"
"Tell ya what, I'll let him stay at mine. My parents are gone and then none of us have to worry about anyone else's parents finding out. Cool with you? I mean, I know your 'rents are home right?"
"Yeah. That would be cool dude. I was worried about how to get Greg past my Mom. She'd have fit if she knew we are partying with this much brew. I'll get his stuff and put it by the front door. 'Sides, I'm picking up Vicky later to go cruising on the beach. This works out. Be sure to tell Greg what's up," Brian enthused.
I had taken the first step down a road I wasn't sure I really should go. Still, it could work out ok, or be called off at any point without anyone the wiser. I made sure Brian actually did leave Greg's bag by the door and that it was out of the way. Then I headed back for the den and Greg. All of my planning and cloak and dagger had taken scant minutes. I took the two bottles into him.
"Here ya go," I handed him a wine cooler, "the bathroom was full so I grabbed these instead, hope you don't mind." I quickly made up an excuse for taking so long. I had no real idea how long I'd been gone.
"Not at all, I like wild berry, 'sides, I was gonna tell you to get one of these instead of a beer for me anyway. I don't want to spend my night praying to the porcelain god."
"Yeah, I remember the last party you went to, how did you manage to break your nose on the toilet anyway?"
"I passed out while my head was on the bowl and slid off." He was turning three shades of red at this point. I thought of how incredibly cute it made him. Better make him feel better about it. I know it sucked to have his nose broken. "Don't feel bad, dude, I've had stranger things happen to me, " I said clapping him on the back.
It was as if I had fired off a nuclear bomb! His eyes widened and then he got this peculiar glazed look. Then I noticed his hard-on! That looked damn promising! Maybe I was on the right track after all. I could only hope and pray. Time to get things rolling. I grinned down at him.
"Come on, Greg, let's get out there and dance."
"Alright, let's go," Greg agreed.
There was a small crowd in the rec room dancing away. We danced amongst the group for a few songs, not really with each other, more like with no one and everyone at the same time. Just then the deejay of the moment put the Macarena song on. Everyone was getting into formation, and I got right next to Greg.
"Hey can you teach me this, I can never seem to get it?" I asked.
"Sure let's move to the outside corner of this bunch so you can see."
After three or four tries, I managed to copy what he was doing. I grinned. I wasn't going to tell him that I already knew it. Then he shocked the hell out of me. He sideswiped me and I went down like a brick down a well. I had been totally caught off guard. Greg started laughing so hard he fell to the floor next to me. I just smiled and waited for my chance. He would pay for his trick. And it came quickly. He reached down to give me a hand up and I took it. Then I hauled his ass back down on the floor with me. He busted up laughing all over again. It gave me the perfect chance to brush my hand across his butt without him noticing as I hauled him up by his waistband.
"Come on, let's get another drink," he said.
He followed, seeming pretty happy. We headed for the wet bar on the other side of the rec room, I grabbed a couple of different bottles and started adding a splash of this and a bit of that. I was making something I had read about, called a 'rocket booster'. Greg downed it as soon as I slid it in front of him. He sort of meandered his way to the TV room. I poured a quick shot of tequila to bolster my courage and sucked it down. Then I hurried after him.
"Kevin, have you seen Brian?" Greg was asking when I got there.
"No, dude, I think he left already. Think he said something about leaving a while ago. Say, isn't that your bag over there by the doorway?"
"Oh shit, he left me here, where the hell am I supposed to go tonight? My mom's not expecting me home and I can't stay here." He complained.
"Well shit, man, just ask Kyle if you can crash at his place, I'm sure he'll let ya, his 'rents are cool." Kevin offered.
"I guess so," Greg turned, seeing me coming into the room, "Hey, Kyle, can I . . ."
"Sure, man, you can stay at my place tonight, I was just getting ready to go home," I answered before he had finished asking.
"Oh good, so can you help me up, I'm not feeling so steady at the moment."
"Yeah here, let me help you." I said, as I grabbed hold of his hand and pulled with too much force, he nearly fell face first into me. "Whoa there bud." I helped him straighten up his stance, led him over to his bag and grabbed it for him, nearly dropping him because he was so wobbly.
We walked out to the passenger side of my car, after opening the door, I poured him into the passenger seat, then went around and hopped in the driver's side, tossing his bag in the back seat.
"Nice car," Greg said as he looked over the inside of my midnight blue VW Beetle.
"My dad got it for me after I got back from regionals last year." I started the car and backed out of the driveway onto the street. "Let's ride around for a bit, I don't really want to head home just yet." "Hey, I'm just along for the ride. How come you're not as shit-faced as I am, we had the same amount to drink?"
"Wrong! You had more; remember that rocket booster I gave you? Well, I just made it look like I had the same thing; all I really had tonight was that wine cooler. Dude, you don't look so good, I'm gonna put the top down for some fresh air."
Thank god he's so drunk! I doubt I could be as cool with him if he were more sober. He'd notice for sure that I am into him. Just not a risk I can take right now. Last thing I need is to have the entire school find out that I'm into guys. If he sobers up much more, I'm gonna ditch the idea I had. Though, by his singing, I don't have anything to worry about. Greg is so cute, even if he can't sing for shit!
I pull away from the curb and manage to get us the rest of the way to my house without any further technical difficulties, like laughing too hard. I pull into the driveway and hit the brakes. Unfortunately, a little too hard. Greg snags in the seatbelt that I fortunately had the presence of mind to buckle on him when I put him in the passenger seat. His body let's out an oomph!
"Geez, dude! I'm sorry!" I was concerned I'd hurt him.
"No damage, just startled," Greg says quickly. There's a tiny slur to his words. Not major, but enough to show the alcohol is still with him.
"Well, let's get you inside."
I unbuckle us both and grab his bag. He has the door open when I get around to his side, but he's doing the turtle thing, unable to get out of the seat for some reason. I chuckle and get an arm under him, hauling him up. His arms grab my waist as he nearly tumbles forward. God! The feeling of having someone touch you like that, even innocently, is intense! I get a better grip on him and move him to the side. Easy enough to kick the car door closed with my heel now that he's not in the way.
Carefully, I fish the house keys out of my pocket and get the right one ready. In about twenty steps, a few of them backward, we get to the front door. Getting us both through the door once it is open was another exercise in flexibility. I had to turn us both sideways, stomach-to- stomach and crab-step us in. Having him so close, down the length of our bodies was a new kind of torture. I could feel definite stirrings in my Chinos. Hopefully, Greg didn't notice anything. I quickly get us back to side-to- side once through the door.
I flip on the lights and then stop us both. Now comes the decision: where to put him. I rule out upstairs. Getting up there would possibly kill one or both of us if he falls backward. So, that leaves the one downstairs guestroom. Fortunately, it has a full bathroom of its own. I start maneuvering us in that direction. His head is turning, owlishly looking around to see as much as possible. He had never been to my house before. I was over at his a couple of times, when we worked on the pictures for my dad.
We get to the room and I set him into an armchair in the corner. I toss his clothes bag onto the dresser. I turn down the covers of the bed and then turn to Greg. He's looking nearly asleep. I can't help but take the opportunity to really look at him. His black hair is sorta framing his face. It's a black so dark that the highlights look blue. Really sexy! His lean body has a quiet understated strength that appeals to me. And his eyes are a deep cerulean blue that would make sapphires look like pale copies of deep water.
I start suddenly. I'd been staring at him for minutes and I just now realized that the last 3 of them have been eye to eye! He blinks and smiles up at me. That smile could melt icebergs and my heart isn't even frozen. Then his eyes unfocus and his head sorta slumps onto his chest. Shit! He's passed out.
"Damn it!" I mutter to myself.
Greg looks totally uncomfortable slumped in the damn chair. That won't do at all. I go over and carefully get him into a fireman's carry. Having his limp body across my shoulders really gets my heart going and not just from the exercise. I can feel his weight rubbing into me, getting me very worked up. I carefully lay him out on the bed. I remove and toss his shoes over onto the vacated chair. The socks follow. Should be easy enough to find them all in the morning that way. Then I hit the snag. I don't know if I should undress him any further. I bite my lower lip and try to decide.
"Yo, Greg. Wake up a little." I whisper close to his ear. If he wakes up enough, I'll ask him if he wants his cloths on to sleep. That's an innocent enough way to find out. I know I can't stay asleep if I have anything on me. Even underwear keeps me awake now.
"Huh, wha?" he asks without opening his eyes. Good enough, I guess.
"Do you want your cloths on or off to sleep?" I whisper into his ear. My breath barely moves the hair that has fallen over it.
"Wow, the room's spinning, a lil'..." Greg mumbles.
"Greg, dude, last chance to decide, on or off?"
"Oh, off, never like any on to sleep." YES! I do a little one armed 'bowler's got a strike' move.
"Ok, I'll help you get undressed but you have to do it too." There, that should cover my ass if he's more awake once we get down to business. He fumbles with his pants and gets the button undone. Quite a feat, since the belt is still buckled. I undo the belt and slowly slide the belt out of the loops. It gets stuck in the back and I put my hand on his waist, pushing down lightly as I give the belt more of a tug. It flew up and snapped me in the nose. Ow! I tossed the belt over to the chair.
Greg's eyes semi-opened when I yelped. He smiled up at me then closed them again. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest. Greg wiggled, causing his open pants to begin to slide down. Then they caught on something. I felt my mouth go dry. He had a total hard-on. I gripped his pants on either side and pulled down. Greg lifted his butt higher and the pants slid down to his knees. He settled back onto the bed. My own rod was pretty stiff now too. I could clearly see the outline of his erection against the fabric of his bikini briefs. They had a cool black and white geometric design.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and got his pants the rest of the way off. The chair was getting covered now in his clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt took seconds. His chest was smooth and hairless. I guess the friction of moving the shirt had rubbed on his nipples because they looked raised. I gently lifted his head and got his shirt out from under him. His eyes drifted open and then closed again. Greg was now down to his underwear. I liked the look of his body, mostly covered for the first time to my sight. Now came the moment of truth. I wanted something, but wasn't sure what. I knelt at the side of the bed. His adorable face was inches away.
I held my breath and leaned forward. His face was slightly turned toward me, his cheek not quite on the pillow. My lips brushed his, feather light. I felt burned. His lips were so soft. He didn't open his eyes. I let a finger trace one of Greg's eyebrows. The fine hairs made my finger tingle. Greg moaned a little, a soft sound at the back of his throat. I kissed him again, waiting to see if he would become more awake. He didn't.
I leaned back on my calves and watched him. Greg's chest rose and fell evenly. He probably was asleep now. I sighed, half in disappointment, half in relief. Then I looked down his body. I had my elbows on the bed and my head resting in my cupped hands. My eyes traveled down Greg's form as if trying to memorize every detail, in case I never saw it again this way. I suddenly knew what I wanted. This might be my only chance to do it too. At least with Greg.
I shuffled ever so quietly down the side of the bed and came even with his still hidden crotch. I could see a little drop of moisture in the fabric. Now that his pants were out of the way, I could get a better idea of his size. Wow! He went quite a ways, but I wanted to see more. I worked a finger into his waistband, watching his face carefully. Not so much as a flicker of his eyelids. I lifted slowly and his hard-on pushed its way out into the light. It missed Greg's bellybutton by less than an inch and looked as big around as my fingers would go, just touching. My mouth went dry again.
A horrible thought occurred to me. I couldn't let the waistband down or it would sit tightly on that now free hard-on. It would probably wake Greg up totally. I could feel my cheeks heat up, a sure sign of a really bright blush. Well, that left only one option that I could see. The underwear would have to go. I lift them even higher and got my other hand in there. I shifted the first hand carefully and ran it down the far side. I pulled down and ran the hand back up. Then I repeated the move to the other side. Now his balls were showing. They had a dusting of fine hair that matched the nest that his hard-on went right over. I pulled at the level of the mattress and slid it from under his butt. Same thing for the other side. By the time I had his underwear to his knees, I was in a total sweat. My muscles felt like they were on fire, from the careful, exact movements I felt impelled to take. I lifted an ankle and pulled the briefs down. Finally after an eternity, I had the damn thing off. I drew back on the elastic and fired the underwear to the chair.
I let myself rest a little, watching his face. His lips curved in a faint smile, but his breathing was still deep and regular. I turned my attention back to the prize of the night. I leaned forward and examined him closely. He was circumcised. I could see the scar ring maybe an inch from the tip of his penis. The color was lighter than the rest of the shaft. He had a faint tan line. Definitely a secret Speedo boy here. I grinned, picturing him wet and in them. Now my mouth was suddenly full of spit. I swallowed and glanced up at his face again. I thought I saw the gleam of his eyes but then wasn't sure. My hair trailed over his hard-on as I turned my head to look at him. When I turned back, my hair came off, causing his hard-on to twitch. Fascinated, I did it again, watching his face. No reaction up there, just down here.
I went back to examining him, close up and personal. The veins in his erection stood out, pulsing just slightly. He curved up, not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. That caught my interest too, since I was ruler straight. The tip was helmet shaped, reminding me forcibly of Darth Vader. I almost giggled at the image. I was starting to feel lightheaded. I let my breath out slowly, only now realizing I had been hold it since I started taking off his underwear.
I reached over and touched his shaft with the tip of a finger. It was very firm, but also silky smooth. I ran the finger from the base toward the tip. The whole thing jerked sharply. I flinched and checked Greg's face. His head had turned more into the pillow but he was still out... I think. I decided to be really bold now. I wanted to see if he really was asleep or just faking for some reason. I lifted up his hard-on and wrapped my hand around it... barely! I tilted it so it pointed up, curving in all its glory for the ceiling. Greg's face didn't change and his breathing didn't either.
The feel of him in my hand was incredible. So firm but yielding a little at the same time. I let my hand slide up toward the tip. I stopped just short and watched a clear drop ooze out and glisten. That sealed my fate. I had to see what it tasted like. I leaned in and licked the drop off. My tongue brushed the tip as I did that and his whole shaft jerked in my hand. The drop tasted a little sweet, but mostly like nothing. I pulled my hand back down his shaft and made another decision. I carefully put him into my mouth and sucked him in.
It was incredible. I shut my eyes to better feel him. Blood pulsed in the shaft, throbbing against my palate. He tasted of soap, but not overpoweringly so. I tried taking more of him into my mouth. He slid further in, brushing against the back of my throat. I naturally gagged. I stopped, making sure I didn't bite down until the spasms were gone. I pulled back up until he was barely still in my mouth. I waited a little and then sucked him back in, changing the angle of my head this time. More of him went in this time, passing the back of my throat. Gagged again, but not as bad. This time I waited it out. I pulled up and came back down, surprising myself as my nose hit his balls lightly. He was all the way in me! I swallowed convulsively and was amazed as my throat closed around him.
I inhaled through my nose and was delighted with the faint sweaty smell of his nuts. My own hard-on was like a rock now. As I began to go up and down on him, I let my body rub on the edge of the bed. Even through my pants, the feeling was beyond way anything I had ever felt before. I sucked hard, pulling him deeply into my throat again. I was lost in the motion, thrilled by the act, loving everything about this. Why the fuck had I waited so long to do this?!
Then I got a surprise. I had pulled up and the tip of him rested on my tongue. I ran it around the outside of him, feeling the softness of the skin. Suddenly his hips bounced and he pushed up into me. As his hips lowered, he got even harder in my mouth. I felt him pulsate and then a burst of liquid shot into my astonished mouth. I swallowed automatically. Wave after wave of his cum went out and into my mouth. I had to keep swallowing or choke; there was so much of it. My eyes flew open and I turned my head to look at his face as I went down on him one last time. His eyes were closed, but I could see his hands wrapped in the sheet, clenched tight. I froze, his slowly softening hard- on still in my throat.
Sweat beaded his forehead. His stomach was pulled in, tight and hard. Suddenly, his whole body relaxed. I let him slide out of my mouth and carefully lowered his dick back down. I quietly sat back and just watched him. Then I realized that I had blown my own wad in my pants. Look Ma, no hands! I was totally amazed. That has never happened in my life. I like taking my time with jacking off, when I am in that mood. Greg's breathing was still deep and regular. Something about that bothered me, but I couldn't place it. I shrugged to myself and slid up the bed. I kissed him one more time, firmly but not hard. Then I pulled the covers over him. He stirred then, but only to roll completely on his side. He also managed to trap my hand under his cheek.
I sat there, my hand cupping his cheek for an hour. Just watching him sleep. The feeling in my chest was like a vise was tightening around my heart. I could really love this guy. That was what I suddenly realized as I memorized his sleeping face. The heat of his skin in my palm went straight to my body. I felt really warm all over. Then the cramps started. He had my hand at an angle that was now beginning to hurt and bad! I gradually managed to get my hand back, not that I really wanted to. I found myself content to sit here all night. I sighed. It really wouldn't be a good idea to be sitting here staring at him when he wakes up, naked no less!
The light went out as I flicked the switch at the door. I left the door ajar and moved on to my room. Really just a straight shot through the living room to the kitchen and down the stairs. My parents had found, like, the only house in San Diego with a basement. They converted it into my bedroom slash weight training room. The weights and stuff were what you saw first when you came down the stairs. The fluorescent lights line the wall near the stairs, permanently on. Keeps me from tripping over the gym equipment on my way to the bathroom that is on the opposite from my actual bedroom. My room was divided off from it by some oak paneling. I went through the hanging beads that led to that section and collapsed on the bed.
I grimaced as the sticky mess in my pants caught my attention again. It had been cool when it happened, but sucked now. I got undressed and used my soaked underwear to try and clean up. I tossed them into the hamper and threw myself onto the bed, belly down. Thinking on what I just did, my brain freezes. I just blew a guy! I fell asleep in minutes, dreaming of Greg.
We pull away from the curb without much more trouble from laughing fits. We finally get to his place, pull into the driveway, and then come to a sudden halt.
"Oomph!" I grunted.
"Geez, dude! I'm sorry." Kyle said with a voice of concern.
"No damage, just startled." I slurred. I hoped it didn't sound too fake.
"Well, let's get you inside."
He unbuckled my seatbelt, how he managed to put it on without me noticing is beyond me. Then he unbuckled his and got out, then came over to my side. I already had the door open, but still playing drunk. I made like I couldn't figure out how to get out of the car. He reaches in, puts one arm under mine then lifts me up and out. I played like I was falling and grabbed around his waist, hugging him for all I was worth. It felt great doing that. I've been wanting to all night, but since I had the drunken buddy act going on, he was probably thinking I had just used him to catch my balance.
He swung me off to his side, while he kicked the car door shut, and then fumbles for his house keys as we walk up to the door. He shift's us sideways so we can both go through together; we sidestep in, front to front. He feels so amazing pressed into me full length. I can get a good view of his eyes; they have a look of worry, probably from the hardness forming in his pants. Thankfully he doesn't notice me following suit.
Then he shifts me back to his side, flips on the lights. They were bright compared to the dark of outside. We then head past a stairwell, kinda shuffling really. Meanwhile I'm craning my neck all over like an owl scoping out my surroundings. He had been to my place often enough, but never had I been to his. This was all new to me and I had to see for myself, where I was at. Hopefully I will remember enough in the morning, to find my way around to make it to the bathroom.
Once we got to where I figured I was sleeping for the night, he plops me in an armchair in the room. He turns down the covers of the bed, all the while I'm checking out his ass. I just can't get over how sleek he is. So finely crafted, almost fragile looking, yet his strength is hidden within his sculpted body. I droop my head a bit, to give the impression that I'm nearly asleep. My heart is pounding, waiting for him to finally take that chance, but I'm sure it will never happen.
I realize he keeps looking over at me, I fully open my eyes, but keeping a blank, spaced-out look on my face, as I watch his every move. He looks over a couple more times, and then jumps a little, as if startled. Must be he finally noticed that we'd been making eye contact for those last three glances in my direction. I blink, trying to get out of my trance, and give a sheepish smile. Then I will myself to stare blankly through him, but find it easier to simply slump my head down as if passed out. I know that if I did close my eyes I really would pass out at this point.
Kyle creeps over, and scoops me up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He walks unsteadily to the bed and carefully lays me down on the fresh linens. I felt my hard- on rubbing against his chest, but he apparently didn't notice. He then begins taking off my shoes and tosses them to the armchair, then my socks. He stops.
'Damn!' I thought, 'I can't sleep like this, I need to be at least down to my underwear.'
"Yo, Greg, wake up a little." He whispered in my ear.
"Huh, wha?" I ask raising my eyebrows without opening my eyes. Hoping to convince him I'm half asleep.
"Do you want your clothes on or off to sleep?" His whisper barely reaching my ear.
"Wow, the room's spinning, a lil'..." I mumble.
"Greg, dude, last chance to decide, on or off?"
"Oh, off, never like any on to sleep." I catch Kyle doing a bowler's strike move. Maybe he's easier to please than I thought.
"Ok, I'll help you get undressed but you have to do it too." I know there's more to that phrase than meets the eye. I don't think I should take it at face value. I know he can undress me without any help. I fumbled with my pants, undoing the button before my belt. He unbuckles my belt, reaches around to get it unstuck in the back, and gives a final tug. With it able to move so freely, he ended up snapping himself in the nose with the free end.
I peer at him with half-closed eyes, when I hear the snap. I flash a smile his way, and then close my eyes again. I try to wiggle my way out of my pants, but only half-heartedly, since I'm more interested in him undressing me. I am finding it more difficult to keep my body under control; my hard-on catches on my pants stopping their downward movement. Kyle took hold with both hands and pulled my pants the rest of the way down as I lifted up to ease their movement. My excitement was now clear to him, I only hoped that he felt the same way.
As he unbuttoned my shirt, I got more and more excited, causing my nipples to harden. As he lifted my head to remove my shirt, I let my eyes drift open for another peek at my best friend, then quickly shut them before he could notice. Laying there, covered only by my bikini briefs, I felt vulnerable for a moment, but knew that my protector was by my side.
Then Kyle did the unexpected, but I had waited for it since we got here. He gave me the lightest feathery kiss, I have ever experienced. It felt like a flame had touched my lips, and lit my body aflame. I didn't dare open my eyes; I didn't want him to know I was awake. I also wanted to see how far he would go before chickening out. He traced along one of my eyebrows, tickling me, I moaned a little from trying to stifle my giggles inside.
Kyle moved away, but I could feel him looking me over. Then I heard him move closer, but staying off the bed. He tucked a finger beneath the waistband of my underwear, freeing my hard-on, so it could stretch out. I hoped he didn't leave it like that; it would be very uncomfortable with my waistband across my cock. He slowly lifted the waistband higher, getting his other hand in there. He ran first one hand down one side then same for the other hand, and slowly pulled them from under my butt to my knees. He then lifted one leg and slid it out, then the other. He was so gentle I thought I would fall asleep waiting for them to come off, I barely noticed their movement by the time he had gotten them to my knees. I heard the snap of elastic as he fired them off somewhere.
I smiled but still tried to keep my ruse of being asleep. I felt his hair tickle the head, making it jump. I felt a finger go from the base of my shaft to the tip, making my hard-on jump even more. I have a ticklish spot near my circumcision scar, that when touched will make it dance. I had turned my head to hide my expression, still not wanting him to discover I was awake.
I felt him grip my shaft and stroke slowly upward. Gawd it felt great to be treated to this. Then I felt something ward and wet, must be his tongue, brush against the tip. My insides were now squirming with the possibilities running through my mind. It twitched again. A brief moment later, he slid his hand to the base and engulfed me with his mouth. I could feel my throbbing against the firm grip of his lips.
He inhaled deeply on his second time all the way down. I didn't take long to reach climax, this being my first time getting a blowjob from anyone. I bounced my hips as he licked his way around the head with his tongue. I suddenly shot in his mouth, I wanted to warn him, but I also didn't want him to know I was enjoying this either. I unconsciously gripped the sheet with my hands trying desperately not to make a sound. The sweat was beading on my forehead. I tried to keep my breathing deep and rhythmic. He then let me slowly slip out of his mouth and laid my cock down gently on my stomach.
He brought the covers up over me. As he did this, I sensed his hand close to my cheek and rolled over top of it, pinning his hand to my pillow. I snuggled against his hand basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, wishing he would just climb in next to me.
I felt him get up and heard him turn out the light as he went out the door to the room. As I heard him head down the nearby stairs, I got up, in the dark seeing only by the light let in from the door being ajar, and headed for the dresser where my bag lay. I fished around the bag for my camera, a good photographer never leaves home without it, and got things set up for some shots to go in to my own personal collection.
I tiptoed down the stairs. The basement was sectioned off with a wooden partition; on one side was a weight room on the other side was a beaded curtain over a doorway. I surmised that I had found his room.
I followed the sound of breathing to the other side of the wall, and then carefully parted the beads in his doorway, so as to not wake him with their rattle. He was face down asleep on the bed nude as the day he was born. I traced his outline with my eyes, taking in every inch of muscled beauty. I wanted this moment to last. My eyes followed his tan line, curious as to what he was hiding beneath him. I watched him for a while, daydreaming of how to let him know that I enjoyed tonight's events.
I flicked on my flash, brought my camera to eye level, and focused as best I could in my semi-inebriated state. After firing off a couple of shots from the doorway, my body freezes in place, as I hear him stir. 'Oh, please, don't wake up! Don't wake up!' I fearfully thought. He didn't, phew. He was whimpering softly, grinding into his sheets. Placing my camera down on the floor near the beaded doorway, I crept over toward his bed. My body felt compelled to get a better look. I sat down beside the bed but far enough away to keep my presence from being felt. My gaze rides along every crease and ridge of his body. My nerves prevented me from touching him with anything but my sight. My body is now visibly shaking with the fear of being found ogling his fantastic body.
A quiet sigh escapes my lips as I get up to move back to the doorway. My hands grab for my camera on the way out. My gaze turns back to see Kyle now on his back, showing his full glory. His manhood is impressive, the head glossy in the reflected light from the weight room. My mind spins from the devilish thoughts brewing within. Creeping back upstairs to my room, I form a plan to both repay his favors and satisfy my yearnings. With the alarm clock now set, I relax into a peaceful yet light sleep.