Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Similarities to any persons, both alive and dead are strictly unintentional. This is a story about two boys in love and if this type of story offends you, please do not read it.
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The Champion - Part 3
I don't really remember dreaming about anything specific. If you're ever heard the expression 'too tired to dream' then you know what I'm talking about. I was totally unprepared for the evening I had spent with my best friend, Will Bergeron - an evening during which my life had changed. I guess all the emotions and - umm physical activity had simply drained me and I had fallen into the deepest sleep I had experienced in a long time.
My eyelids parted slowly and the time on my digital clock began to swim into focus. It was seven thirty on Saturday morning - the morning after my birthday party and the first time I had been with Will in more than just a friendly way.
"Will?" I said suddenly becoming more conscious of my room, noticing the new day's sunlight creeping into the room, noticing also that I was alone in my bed.
Horrible thoughts crept into my mind. He had freaked out again and had left. The overwhelming feelings and guilt had taken over once again and he had fled them rather than faced them.
"Fuck!" I said jumping out of bed, still in my boxer briefs and ran downstairs. I was about to run outside half-naked when I heard something in the kitchen. Walking around the base of the stairs and into the kitchen, I saw him sitting at the breakfast table eating a bowl of corn flakes. I stared at him stupidly for a few seconds before waltzing into the kitchen.
"Sorry," he mumbled between bites. "I was starving and didn't want to wake you. You're really beautiful when you're sleeping."
Smiling, I sat in the chair next to him.
"Of course, now," he said with a smirk, "you look like shit!"
"Oh, thanks, bro," I replied kicking him in the shins.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Nah, not really."
"So, how long are your parents gonna be gone?"
"Till Sunday," I replied. "But my sister will be home this afternoon."
"Well," he said. "What do you say we take a shower and then spend the rest of the day in bed?"
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. "How bout a hot bubble bath for two first," I said, leaning forward and kissing him.
My parent's bathroom had a tub spa that fit two perfectly. Once we got upstairs, Will and I began taking off what little clothes we had on. Will turned his back to me and pulled down his boxers.
I walked up behind him and whispered into his ear, "You know, I got a really close look at it last night, so you don't need to be modest."
"I know," he said grinning. "It just still feels kind of weird."
"What are you talking about? We've seen each other naked in the showers all the time."
Laughing, he turned around slowly and for once, I saw the frightened and awkward boy hidden deep within the rugged quarterback I normally saw. Glancing down at his left torso, I saw that the bruise Will's father had inflicted on the night of the championship was beginning to fade and left the skin around it, yellowish and blotchy. I looked up and saw that his eyes had followed mine.
I stepped forward and grabbed his face forcing him to look at me. "You are fine. There is nothing wrong with you, dude. Okay?"
He smiled weakly. "Okay."
I ran the water and filled the spa up with all sorts of soapy fun stuff that my mom had situated all around the tub. We both got in, resting our backs against opposite sides of the tub and wrapping our legs together. We simply reveled in the warmth and feel of the bubbles for a while. Then I shifted and turned around sitting between Will's legs. He wrapped his toned arms around me and kissed my neck.
"Say, Will?"
"Yeah."
"When did you first realize that you liked boys more than girls?"
Will was silent for a few moments. "Don't know. What about you?"
"I guess on some level, I always knew. When I was twelve, I was friends with Paul Conway - "
"You were friends with that dude?"
"I was twelve! Anyway, his older brother had a stash of porno mags and Paul showed them to me. Some of them had pictures of guys having sex with the girls. I had never seen that before in my life. I had seen women's breasts before and had even seen pictures of completely naked women before, but I had never seen a naked man before. Unless you count walking in on my parents having sex. Talk about scary."
Will laughed, "So you knew you were into guys when you were twelve?"
"Yeah, but, of course, I didn't know what it really meant until I hit puberty a few months later and discovered the fine art of flying solo. From then on, I was fascinated with dicks but I've never had the courage to do anything with another guy - until you came along."
"Fuckin-A," Will said kissing the back of my neck.
"So," I said, "you've got to remember the first time you were attracted to another guy. When did you first realize that you were gay?"
"I don't know if I am - "
The world suddenly drained of color and everything was silent. I opened my mouth tentatively and said, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that - I mean this is great and all but - And I still love you - but, I don't know that I am 'gay' - I mean, I don't even know what it means to be gay."
It was only then that I realized that Will had never thought about being with another man in more than a sexual way. I stood up and stepped out of the tub, dripping water and soap all over the place as I began pacing nervously. "So, where in the hell did you see this going?" I asked.
Will didn't look at me but instead stared straight ahead. "I guess I was just playing it by ear. Truth is, I always thought about having a family of my own with kids and a wife and a house in the suburbs. You are complicating that plan right now, to say the least."
"Well," I said determined not to let him see me cry, "I'm sorry that I've ruined your plans. Now would you please get dressed and get the fuck out!" Wrapping a towel around my waist, I ran out the master bath and into my room and locked the door.
A few minutes later, Will came knocking at the door.
"Drew - Drew, I'm sorry! You didn't 'ruin my plans' you doofus! I'm just trying to be honest with you. I swore to myself that if we did this, then I was going to be honest with you because I can't stand lying to you anymore. I'm fucked up in the head and I don't know what to do about it, but you're gonna have to accept that I'm not perfect and that I may not be what you were always hoping for."
He was right. He was telling the truth, but nothing that he could say was making me feel any better right now.
"Drew, my clothes are lying on your bedroom floor right now, so you're gonna have to open the door sooner or later!"
I sighed. Trudging over to the door, I opened it. There he was in all his beautiful naked glory - the boy who I had lusted over for years and had now become the man that I lusted over still. He came to me and took me in his arms.
"Let's not worry about years from now," he said. "Let's enjoy right now."
He smiled and I smiled and we shared a soft kiss.
"Ummm . . . so are you ready for step two, yet?" he asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
He laughed and pushed me back onto my bed. Groping at my waist, he pulled open the towel wrapped around my midsection. Bending over me, he kissed my lips and traveled down my scruffy chin to my neck. Proceeding downward, he started kissing my chest and nipples and goose bumps instantly sprouted all over my body. By the time he reached my navel, my hard-on was jabbing his chest.
I felt his hand grab my cock and start jacking. Suddenly, I felt his hot breath as he said, "You know, I've never done this before."
"I know," I said running my hand through his hair reassuringly.
He opened his mouth and I felt the wet warmness encompass my cock. It was more wonderful than anything I had ever fantasized about. "Awww. . .," was all that could escape my mouth. It was like I couldn't breath. My head was thrown back and my eyes were shut when suddenly, I realized that I wanted to see what was going on. Forcing my eyes open, I looked down at Will who was taking his first dick like a pro. He gagged once or twice, but soon he learned his limits and proceeded with care. He would occasionally look up at me and I would smile back at him to let him know that everything was just as it should be.
I knew that I was getting close and I had other things I wanted to try, so I pulled Will off my cock and pulled him up to me. "How did I taste?" I whispered into his ear.
"Mmmm. . . good. Different, but good."
"I want to give something a try."
"Okay," he said kissing my neck.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled out the bottle of lube that, until now, had been used exclusively for solitary experimentation.
Softly, again into his ear, I said, "I want you inside me."
Will looked shocked. "I. . . I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, I'll let you know I'm fine the whole time. I just can't wait any more."
Will sighed. "If you're sure - "
"I am." Of course I was a little nervous. I had experimented with my ass by myself, but had never done anything with another guy before. In some weird way, that was because of Will. I could have gone out and satisfied my urges with some random guy, but in my heart I knew that I wanted Will to be my first if possible. And now it was going to happen.
Will fumbled with the bottle of lube trying to get it open. It was then that I noticed that his hands were shaking.
"Let me," I said, opening the bottle and squeezing some lube into my hands. I grabbed his dick and he shuddered.
"It's cold!"
"It'll get warmer," I said massaging his beautiful manhood.
"You'd better stop if you want me to - um - put it somewhere else."
I laughed and put some more lube on my fingers and lubed my ass, giving Will a minute to cool down. After cleaning up, I then turned over and lifted my ass in the air. "Fuck me, Will," I said simply.
Crawling behind me, Will placed one hand on the base of my back and guided his cock with the other. I felt the head of it brushing against my opening and soon felt him trying to push in. "It won't fit, Drew," he said.
"Yes it will," I said. "Push harder."
He did and I was rewarded with his cock head popping my cherry. The pain was exquisite, but I simply moaned and let it happen. "Deeper," I breathed into the pillow.
Will went deeper and deeper until I felt his torso against my buttocks. He began to fuck me instinctually. His left hand now roamed up and down my back, while his right came under us both and began rubbing my stomach and chest.
My head lolled against the pillow and tears spilled down my face. I was no longer in pain, but was crying more out of relief and joy. This was what I had always wanted and I was getting it from my best friend and lover. After a few moments, I said, "Wait." I pulled myself off of Will's cock and turned around so that I was lying on my back. "Okay," I said.
Will grabbed my legs at the back of my knees and spread them apart and back, exposing my man hole to him once again. His dick slid back inside me like a glove. The quarterback began to pound me with the pent-up passion of his manhood. I could tell that he was enjoying things just as much as I was.
I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck brining our faces together. We kissed like newlyweds and Will seized my dick and began jerking it wildly. We were like animals as I grabbed the headboard of the bed to keep from banging my head against it. I felt the cum rising and screamed, "Oh fuck - Oh God - Will, I'm - I'm. . ." And I did. I shot Will's chest, my chest, the sheets . . . it was a mess.
My ass contracting around his cock must have been too much for Will because he suddenly froze and I felt him pulsing inside me, releasing his seed deep within my ass. He pulled out and collapsed on top of me and I held him close, our heartbeats almost in sync.
Once we got our breaths back, I went to the bathroom with some wet towels and cleaned up our sticky sexual mess. I climbed back into bed and pulled Will close to me and sighed. "So you were relatively quiet. You okay?"
Will looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes and said, "I just didn't have words to describe what I was feeling. 'I love you,' just didn't seem powerful enough."
"Thanks, stud, you weren't so bad yourself."
I closed my eyes and drifted into a blissful nap.
A couple of quick knocks on my door woke me and before I could say anything, my sister had burst in. "Morning sleepyhead," Jen said, "I fixed some dinner and - " Suddenly, she saw that I was not alone. "Well, um, I guess I'll make another place setting while you boys get dressed."
After Jen had closed the door and left, I turned to Will and we both started laughing. "Come on, bro, I'm starved."
Thanks so much for all the continuing support. I'm sorry that this latest chapter took so long, but I'm working on some other writing projects and working so, it's taken a while. As always, comments and suggestions are welcome. You can email me at vidboyx@hotmail.com