The Hart Diary: Chapter 3
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My father bitched me out when I got home. I told him I was practicing still, and would be for the rest of the week. It wasn't as if I had a curfew--I had never stayed out late before. It's just that my dad likes to bitch at me for everything. I held in my temper though, I couldn't be angry at anyone right now. I was in a state of complete content. This just added fuel to my father's fire. I eventually just left the room and walked upstairs. He called out for me, but I ignored him.
When I entered my room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I was hoping--it was, it was him.
"Hello," I said, trying to play it casual.
"Are you okay, did your dad get pissed?" He seemed anxious--he really did care about me!
"I'm fine, sure he got pissed, but I can handle him. He's just a bag of wind... so... today was fun." Still playing it casual, didn't want to scare him away. In my heart I just wanted to shout I LOVE YOU at the top of my lungs. If he could only see my facial expression, the sound of his voice, sonorous, made my heart leap, and the thought of his sweet, sweet, succulent lips on mine almost made me jizz in my pants.
"It was the best ever!"
"It was, oh it was. Soo...when do you want to do it again?"
"Tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day--"
"And the next week, month, year. Damn, dude, you've got me pulling wood so fucking hard right now."
"When you cum, think of me."
"I always do," I said, then thought how stupid and a bit stalkerish that must have sounded.
"I mean, I always will, I--" I began.
"I know what you meant. I've been hot for you for years, too. I never thought I'd get the chance to tell you, let alone the way I told you."
"I think I just came a little," I said breathily.
There was a noise on the other line.
"Oh, shit, my parents are home, I'll text you later."
"Bye," I said. He hung up.
I turned and locked the door, stripped down to my boxers and threw myself onto the bed. What must have been ten minutes seemed like an hour as I waited for a text from Pryce. I felt the phone finally vibrate in my hand.
"R u awake?" the text said.
I responded, "I cant sleep, wat about u."
"No 2 busy thinking about u."
My heart quaked a little.
"Same here."
"R u still hard?"
"Raging," I texted.
It was a few minutes before he sent me another text message. It was a picture message. I opened it and saw an image of his perfect, hard, seven-inch cock. The head was pointed my way. All I had to do was think about how it had tasted and I was ready to come. Underneath the picture was, "Cum to me baby."
I started jacking my meat, and then had an idea. I was getting close, so I stopped and positioned my phone on my abs. I put it on video mode and held it with my right hand so that I could see my whole cock. I had to back it up to my chest before I got the full thing in there. When I did, I started jerking my dick with my left hand while I was recording. I licked my lips, thinking about the taste of his cum as it had run down my throat, filling my belly with his DNA.
I wanted to have his babies.
At that thought, I came, everywhere. My dick was like a geyser, spewing melted gold all over my abs, some even hit the camera lens, at which point I turned off the video recording. I wiped the screen clean with a tissue and then positioned the phone above my head as far as I could reach. I took a picture of myself drenched in cum, I had to say it looked good. I sent him both the picture and the video, and in the subject line put, "I did."
"Shit, dude, I cant get over the size of ur cock," he responded in a little over a minute.
"Did u watch the video?"
"Of course."
"Did u cum?"
"How couldnt I, ur so hot."
I was beaming, positively beaming. No one had ever called me hot before. What I did in my post orgasmic stupor and love-drunkedness I would regret for the rest of my life.
"I love u."
I waited for a response.
"I luv u 2," he said.
I fell asleep that night the happiest man on the planet.
The next few days passed in a haze of lust and sexual exploration. I had told Pryce that I could only swim well when I saw him cheering me on, so during practices he was always on the other side of the pool when I swam. No one else on the team seemed to notice, although they did notice my increased speed. Every day I was getting faster. I went down to 45 seconds, which must have beaten some kind of record. Thank God we usually only did one round a day. I was so sore after practice, the only thing that would heal me was a massage from Pryce.
His parents worked late all that week, his mom was a gynecologist and his dad was a manager at some company downtown. His mom was on call most of the week, so she didn't get home until like 9:00pm and his dad had to cater to some sort of high managers in the company so he couldn't get home until about 10:00pm. We had hours to play.
He'd start by pushing me onto his bed. He'd lather his hands in some kind of cream and give me a deep tissue massage. He always paid special attention to my butt, sticking sometimes two or three greased fingers in my hole until I moaned. He said my hole was so tight it felt like a vacuum , sucking his fingers in.
My massages always had a happy ending. He'd suck my cock. At first he could only get the head and a few inches of the shaft, but each day brought him closer to my pubes. He was slowly learning how to deep throat my dick, but he still choked often. My 8 inches were proving hard to swallow for Pryce. He was still in shock that I was so big. I was also learning--how not to climax at the sight of Pryce's lips over my cock, the warm feeling of closure that spread through me when we were connected in this way. Almost as if we fused into one continuous being.
I was so in love with him.
After I'd cum, we'd switch positions. I'd grease him up and massage him. When I sucked his dick, it felt like all my dreams had come true. I'd suck him hungrily, then, when he got close, I would take my mouth off of his cock and start sucking his balls. We'd do this for a few minutes, both Pryce and I were getting better at controlling our orgasms. Pryce was still better than me. The longest he could last was about five minutes, while I could only stand three without blowing up in his sweet, sweet mouth.
We'd then make out until we got boners, and then we'd suck again. Sometimes we'd 69, other times we would take turns. No jerking while we sucked each other off though, so that that person would still be full of cum for the other's mouth to suck out. If throats could get pregnant, ours would have.
Around 7:00pm we'd hit the shower. We'd soap each other and Pryce would always try to stick as many fingers as he could into my asshole. I'd always moan, my asshole was very sensitive to his touch. It felt better having someone else finger you. It felt better just being with someone else. Pryce was my someone else, always.
We went around school acting like nothing had happened. It was hard for me, and I was an actor! I would catch myself staring at him in math, then quickly turn away before someone else could notice. In French class, when we were assigned as partners on a conversation, I kept slipping over my words. I was usually good at French, whenever I slipped the teacher would look at me, worried. Pryce tried to kick me under the table without being noticed, to get me back in a clear head. Well, I'm sorry, my mind was all foggy with love. I was suffocating in the sweet aroma. The only French thing on my mind was, "Je t'adore !"
During practices it was hardest to keep my cool. Whenever I saw Pryce cheering me on my heart would leap, sure I'd go faster, but I also usually get hard and have to fight back a tiger not to kiss him. I'd try to go for a grab at his junk, but he'd bat my hand away. I knew why of course: we had to keep this a secret. Neither of us was out of the closet. I wasn't intending on coming out until college, when I was safely away from my father. I had no idea when Pryce wanted to come out, but sometime surely.
It was Thursday afternoon that I first suspected that Pryce may not want to ever come out of the closet. The locker rooms were cleared except for me and Pryce. I approached him, put my hands on the lockers, surrounding him. I moved in to kiss him. I met his sweet, sweet lips only to be shoved away.
"Dude," he stammered, "not in here!"
"But--"
"But nothing! Shit dude, we could get caught. What the Hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking I loved you," I said, hurting. I had to keep from crying. So, this was our first fight and it was all my fault.
"Shhh," he approached me, looking both ways, "baby, not here, okay, anywhere but school. Come here, let's go home, baby."
I felt like a baby as he picked me up. What was love doing to me. I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. Everything I had, body, mind, soul, they all belonged to Pryce.
The make-up sex was great. It was the usual routine; first he massaged me with that cream stuff, then he went down on me. He licked the head of my cock, still miraculously soft, until I got hard, almost like a dog lapping up water, but much more sexually. When my cock was at its fullest, he started to make-out with my dick. He'd lick the head, and then kiss it, slowly. He'd kiss and lick the shaft, my balls, the head again, until I had launched out precum. He had me turn over, and then he did something he'd never done, he tongued my ass.
At first he spread my ass cheeks apart. My ass is hairy, very hairy; thick, brown hair runs from my hole all around my tight ass, so when he pulled my ass cheeks apart he played with some of the hairs. Then he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked my crack, taking the hairs between his teeth, pulling on them. Then he pulled back.
"That felt great," I said.
"What I'm about to do is going to feel greater. Now open up that sweet, sweet ass."
Oh God, he'd even taken my phrase. My heart melted as I opened my asshole. He stuck his tongue in deep. I succumbed to the ecstasy of the moment, letting out a moan. His tongue probed inside of me. He made swirling motions, and then he withdrew his tongue to the rim of my asshole, making small jabs. Where the hell he had learned to do that I have no idea, but the feeling was incredible. I moaned like a whore trying to force an orgasm, but I wasn't forcing shit, and I was close to orgasm myself.
"Deeper," I yelled.
I could tell he was smiling by the fact that his strong, high cheekbones pushed my ass farther apart. He jabbed his tongue in deeper and swirled it in circles. After about a minute he'd pull out and lightly lick my hole, I'd moan with want for his tongue back inside me every time he did this. He went through the cycle about three times and then turned me over. We kissed. The smell of my ass, a manly smell, on his lips pushed me to the point of no return, and when we broke our long kiss, and he went down on me, I came instantly.
It was the longest orgasm I had ever had. I must have shot eleven times, straight down his throat. He massaged my the head of my cock with the back of his throat, gagging a few times and spitting up cum. I pulled him up and pushed him onto the bed. We made out for hours, me on top of him, him on top of me. Then he lay down, his head upon his pillow, and I curled up next to him. He held me in his strong grasp and I felt whole. I started to cry.
"What's the matter, baby?" he said.
"I love you so much," I answered.
He held me tighter, squeezing me against his strong chest. I cried onto his chest, wishing this moment would last forever. But it didn't, and when we took a shower, I felt something missing, him, with me, forever.