Tutor's Teacher
By Drake DragonsTale drakedt@sprintpcs.com
----- M/M 1st anal Gay-Beginnings/High School
This story is entirely fiction. I used to write porn stories for my own pleasure some time back. I've just decided to start up again. This story is only to be archived in nifty.org. No other service or archive may make this story available to the public without written permission from me. Thank you.
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I do not wish to continue this story. This is the story in its entirety. I may decide to update the current story, but any new ideas will be in completely different stories. Suggestions are welcome (they may not be followed up on, but are welcome).
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Final note: I do discuss condoms in this story. I'm not pushing them. Hell, I've been stupid and not used them more times than I can count, so I'm not a very good advocate for such a theme anyway. The characters in this story developed in a certain way in my mind. It was an issue to them. That's why it's in the story. If you want to have risky sex, that's up to you.
Ahhh, The weekend. Nothing is better than a weekend by yourself. Especially when you recently turned eighteen. Even better, you were able to stop by a porn store on the way home and pick up some magazines.
Ring... Ring...
"Hello?" I said to the phone, hoping that this call would be short so I could get on with my weekend.
"Hey, Thomas. It's Greg. You've got to do me a HUGE favor."
"um, what's that?" I was a bit unsure about that. Greg isn't one of my close friends. He's cool and all, but we only talk because our Advanced Chemistry teacher decided that we would both benefit from studying together. That was months before, and while I would say we were "friends," I wouldn't have called it the type of friendship where we just call up for a favor.
"Well... See, my Uncle had to come to town for the weekend, and he brought his whole family with him. I've got to get out of the house."
"'Out of the house?' Is it that bad?"
"Yea," he sighed, "I don't think my aunt and uncle know what birth control is. My twelve, ten, and eight-year old nieces and my 18-month old nephew have been here since yesterday, and I'm about to go mad. You have no idea."
"Wow, that sucks. What do you want from me?"
"Well... I was wondering if I could come over. We could study or hang out. Maybe watch a movie or something. I just gotta get outta here."
Just wonderful, I thought. "Greg, you know that my parents are out of town. I'm alone in the house this weekend."
"That's OK. I can buy us a pizza or something. I've got to get out of this house." He really sounded desperate.
"All right, but you need to give me an hour to straighten up," I said looking at the brown paper bag on my bed containing the three magazines I'd just bought.
"Sure thing dude. I think I can put up with another hour of this But not a minute more. See you then," His voice sounded very relieved.
"In an hour then. Later."
We hung up the phone, and I headed for my bathroom. To take a shower.
After the drying off I went over to the bed to check out my mags.
I lazily thumbed through the pages, looking at all the pictures of women, and men being sexual with women. I thought about how it might feel to make out with one of those women.
I was absently playing with my very stiff cock. My thoughts drifted, and I started to wonder how Greg felt when he was with a girl. Greg was on the football and wrestling teams. I imagined how the girls in the mags would respond to Greg's build. Greg was a well-known stud around the school. He dated all the hottest chicks. I thought about how they would let him touch them all over, and then stick his hard cock in them.
Ding - Dong
FUCK! Yet, an hour and 10 minutes had passed.... I stuffed the mags under my pillows and went down to answer the door.
I went downstairs and let him in. He again, pointed out how happy he was that I let him come over. We headed up to my room, and started talking about his family and studying. After a couple of hours Greg asked me if I wanted him to buy pizza. I couldn't pass the offer up. So he ordered it.
We had put up any homework we had out, and were playing some games on the computer. It was Greg's turn when the doorbell rang. He threw some money at me and reminded me to tip the delivery guy.
I went down and paid for the pizza. I decided to gather some plates, napkins, and sodas before heading back up.
When I got to my room I noticed that Greg had lain down on my bed and he was reading a magazine. I set the Pizzas and stuff down and went over to hand a soda to Greg.
As I handed him the soda I realized something and said, "What the hell are you reading?"
"Don't ask me, Thomas. It was under your pillow."
I suddenly panicked. I hadn't owned porn for more than a few hours now, and someone already knew I owned it. My face turned red. I didn't know what to think. I ended up saying, "What are you doing going through my stuff?"
He put the Magazine down. "Bud, it's OK. I just laid back on the bed waiting for you to come back up. That's when I felt that there was something under the pillow. It's not like I went though your dresser or anything."
I was still quite flustered unsure what to think. He was totally relaxed and continued, "You got some really good ones too. There also new. You did just turn 18 last week, didn't you?"
"um.. yea. I did. And thanks." I still didn't know what to think.
"Is that soda for me? Or are you just holding it unopened for the fun of it?"
He set the mag down and I handed off the soda. Then I went over to get some pizza. He did too. We sat down and ate.
After a few slices, he said, "Don't even trip about the mags. I'd have bought some too if I didn't think the cleaning lady goes through my room too thoroughly. Heck, we already keep secrets for each other anyway. Not like the gossiping bitches at school."
That's true. Over the time we've worked together, we've shared a few confidences, and from what I can tell, we've never broke any of them. Sort of like we were destined to be friends, even though we never really had much in common.
"It's cool Greg. It's just that I haven't had a chance to look at them yet."
"Oh! That's why you were a little reluctant to have me come over. I'm sorry, Bro"
I flushed with embarrassment, "That's OK. I have all weekend, I guess."
"I remember the first thing I bought a couple of months ago. I rented a video. I only got to watch 30 minutes of it. I was too nervous my parents would come home. You know how it is, Thomas."
"I didn't figure you'd have to buy porn. What with all the girls you go out with. I figured you'd be all taken care of."
He let a small laugh, "I may have a lot of girls go out with me. And, if you listen to the talk around school, I'm sure I've been with half the girls there. But, I don't get near as much 'action' as people say."
"Shoot, Greg, I figured that with your strong body and good looks, you would have had all the girls in school by now. Unlike me. I get nervous just thinking about actually asking a girl on a date. I'm just not comfortable with them, ya' know."
"Not comfortable. I think that's a normal way to feel. You just have to get over that and break past that barrier. Make the first move, and everything else falls into place." A short pause, "Have you ever been with a girl?"
I'm glad Greg and I can keep secrets. I'm always comfortable talking with him. I know that he wouldn't ever tell anything I said with him to anyone else. And definitely the reverse. So I didn't even hesitate into the next level of the discussion. "No, I haven't. I haven't even touched a girl beyond a handshake really. Much less seen a real one naked."
"So, you've never got the nerve even ask a girl out, much less make a first move on her?" He was genuinely curious.
"That's just it, though. I don't even know how to make the first move. If I was out with a girl, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."
After a second, Greg's eyes lit up with thought. A grin sneaked onto his face and then faded to a serious look. So I was more than a little lost as to what he was thinking when he said, "OK, dude. You did me a huge favor by letting me get out of the house. So, I owe you one."
"Um, OK?"
"I can show you what to do. I mean just so you know what to do, so you aren't so nervous about being with a girl when the time comes."
"You would really do that?" We were decent friends, but not really close enough that we'd had a discussion this deep yet or at least not this personal.
"Sure thing. I mean, I trust you not to tell anyone I gave you any pointers. And I know you won't give any of my secret moves away." Greg winked at me and we laughed our tension away.
So there I was, in the loose T-shirt and Khaki shorts that I had thrown on when I was interrupted earlier. He was sitting on my bed in his tight shirt and designer jeans, patting the bed for me to come over so he can show me the mysteries of dating. This is not how I thought my weekend would be going. Despite and feeling of how odd this is, I go sit on the bed next to him. Curious to what he's going to teach me.
"OK," he started, "there are steps to setting the pace and mood. You want to make sure she's comfortable at the step you're on before moving to the next step."
"OK, what if she doesn't want to do one of the steps?"
"Well, if she doesn't like something you are doing, you back off a step or two, and try to regain comfort. Of course, after that, you try again. After two brush offs, forget it. She ain't putting out."
"So what are the steps?"
"They are: touch, kiss, fondle, feel, penetrate, return. Touch her. Hold her close and feel her body. Then go in for the kiss. A hot passionate kiss too, not how you kiss grandma. The next step is to reach under her blouse and fondle her breasts. After that you reach between her legs and feel her pussy. Penetrate is getting into the jeans and touching her pussy flesh on flesh. The last of the steps is the return. That is trying to get her to reach in and feel your cock."
"Wow... there is a lot of logic to what you are saying. I wouldn't have got that right for sure. But, what about after that."
"After that, Thomas, you just let nature take it's course. Once she's all hot for you, and has her hand on your cock, chances are you'll get what you came for. Assuming you don't scare her," he let a short chuckle.
"Ok, so it's touch, kiss, fondle, feel, penetrate, return. I think I can handle it."
"Trust me, the first time is the hardest. You get all nervous. I'll tell you though, if the girl is really into you, you'll succeed even if you goof up, and if she's a bitch, you'll fail no mater what you do."
"Cool, now I have to hope I remember all that the next time I'm alone with a girl."
Greg looked up at me and with the straightest face I've seen said, "Maybe you should go through it with me to make sure you know what you are doing."
"'through it... with you?' What like try the moves on you?"
"Yea, Tom. It's just you and me. It would definitely get you past the fear of the first time."
"Are you sure? I mean like, wouldn't it be a little weird for me to try to kiss you."
"It would be if anyone else ever found out. I trust you though and I really want to help you out. I remember how nervous I felt before the first time I made out with a girl. It's OK. I promise that nothing won't leave this room. And, I won't freak out from the trying, 'cause we are just role-playing. It's not like we'd be really making out."
"I guess not. It'd be no different from acting in a play. 'Cause that's all it is."
"I'm ready. I'll be a girl you were able to go out with, and somehow got into your room. Now it's up to you."
"Greg...?"
"Not Greg, um... call me Jen." The thoughtful look on Greg's face as he picked a name to play a girl almost made me laugh.
This was a really odd situation. But, I figured it would be OK. I mean, I knew that if I pressed too far, he would brush me off a second time, then I would back off. So I couldn't go too far. Still, it was odd thinking that I had the hottest jock in school asking me to come on to him.
"OK, Jen. I'm having a wonderful evening, Jen."
"Me too Tom," Greg answered. I was happy he wasn't using a false voice. If he'd tried talking like a girl, I think I would have died laughing.
I took his hand in mine, and started to hold and caress it. I looked into his eyes and said, "I really think you are a wonderful girl. I like being with you."
I slowly moved my arm around Greg while my other hand continued holding his hand. He answered, "You are really sweet too, Tom."
I ran my hand up and down his arm while I held my other arm around his back. I could feel his hard muscles, contrasted by the soft skin of his arm. He was relaxing in my arms. I looked deep into his eyes. The next step was kiss. I looked at his lips. I never really noticed the dull pink color of his lips before. With a sudden snap, I realize what I was really doing. "Greg this is too awkward."
"It's OK, Thomas. I know this will help you. Keep going."
I looked into his eyes again. He squeezed my hand reassuringly. I moved my face closer to his. He was relaxed with my presence there, and I saw his lips part slightly. I parted my lips and moved in for the kiss.
When my lips met his, I felt a warm and comfort as I'd never felt before. Our lips moved together, a little open, a little closed. Then his tongue played with my mouth. It gently darted into my mouth. I returned the action. It was hot. I was getting excited from the kiss. I wanted to tell him again that I didn't think we should do this, but that was hard to do with his tongue in my mouth.
Greg finally pulled back saying, "I don't know why you are worried. You are an awesome kisser." I flushed with embarrassment. He continued, "No, I mean it. If I'd met a girl that kissed that good, I'd probably be married by now."
"um thanks..." I really didn't know what to say to that.
"So keep going. You're a natural."
I have to admit here. I really did like the kissing. I mean this was my first kiss, sure, but I haven't felt that good about anything in my life before. So after I pulled myself out of my embarrassed state, I pulled back into the kiss. My tongue was the first to cross the line this time. We were both moaning with the kiss.
I kept up the kissing, and reached up to feel his chest. He may not have had breasts, but his pecks were developed enough to know where they would be, I felt over and around them. They were really firm, But soft. His nipples were hard. I reached down to his shirt line, and started trying to work my hands to his bare flesh beneath the shirt.
His shirt was tight. So after a few seconds of me playing with his shirt, he pulled it off. There was the reluctant moment when we had to quit kissing to get the shirt off, but neither of us wasted any time getting back to it.
I enjoyed the feeling of his excited nipples on my fingers. I've felt my own nipples, sure. I've even felt them when they were hard and pointed from the cold. But, it was different feeling his nipples. Nipples that were excited by my kiss.
I broke from his mouth and kissed my way down to his chest. I didn't know if this was what I was supposed to do or not, but he didn't stop me. I licked and teased his nipples, alternating between them. He moaned and offered up encouragement.
I was really excited. Partly because this is the closest to sex I'd ever been. But, I was also excited by how I was able to make him so excited.
I lowered my hand to his legs. His legs were definitely made for running. They flexed with the touch of my hand. I thought about how I knew I wouldn't ever be making out with a girl built like this. It did feel good, though, and I wasn't feeling any resistance from him.
I caressed my hand slowly up his thighs while my mouth kissed up to his neck. He moaned again, and spread his legs. I felt up his thighs and between. If I had in any way forgotten that I was making out with a guy just then, I was reminded when I got to his crotch and felt the presence of two heavy nuts and a very hard cock.
I pulled back. Any illusion of where I was shattered. Greg quickly spoke, "Don't stop. Please. It's OK. It feels awesome. Please continue."
Try to picture this. I have an arm around the hottest stud in school. He's leaned back with his shirt off, hot and flustered, and begging me to keep touching him. I had to admit, it felt good. Real good.
I pushed him completely back onto the bed. Taking his chin in my hand, I bent over him and went back to kissing him. I continued the kissing while my hands went down to undo his pants. His hands were occupied around my back, keeping me locked into the kiss that he obviously enjoyed.
When I got his pants undone, I reached in and pulled out his cock. I was too busy kissing him, but I did notice one thing. His cock was big. I mean, It felt much bigger than my own.
I stroked and caressed his cock while I played a teasing game with our lips. My own cock was straining the shorts I wore. Thinking about the last step he gave me, I knew that it was my cock's turn to get some attention.
I directed his hand to my shorts. He barely touched my cock, then I felt him tense up and pull away. I started to panic. Then I remembered that panic was exactly what I was not supposed to do. I started playing with his cock again. I looked at it. It seemed so big.
I told him it was incredible.
"Yea, Thomas, but that's not a good thing."
"Why is that, Greg? I thought girls wanted big dicks."
"What they say they want is different from what they want. I've had a number of girls get me this hot, then they'd see my dick, and just stop."
"I thought you'd slept with most of the girls at school."
"I made out with a number of them. I've never actually had sex. Hell, so far, all I've got from the girls at school is a case of blue balls. I always take care of myself."
"I've heard girls brag about getting you."
"What, you think guys are the only ones who say they've done things to not lose face with their friends. I mean, damn. I'm sorry. I can't believe we are in this position now. We should stop."
"Um, Greg... I, uh... We... We're both kinda horny. Other than the fact that this is all new and odd, I'm not sure we need to stop."
"You don't want to stop, Thomas?"
"I'm not sure what I want, but I seem to enjoy touching you. I'd be willing to finish what we started. It's doubly cool that it'd be the first time for both of us. I mean, it's not like we are going to be telling everyone in school about this." I'm not sure why I was pressing to continue, but in my mind I did feel that a warm body in my bed was better than my own hand.
I took his hand and pulled it to my dick again. He pulled away again (Fuck).
"Wait," he said, "I trust you so much, and I do feel good, and I do want to finish what we started, even if just this one time. But, I have something to tell you...."
Now I was nervous. I wasn't sure what he was going to say. I just looked at him and waited for him to continue.
"Thomas. I've wondered for some time if I was gay...."
I was stunned. OK, that may seem odd considering that I had just laid him down and been stroking on his cock. But, I really hadn't thought of what we were doing as more than a game. Truth is, I've wondered about my sexuality too. I tried not to. But, when something starts to bug you in the back of your mind, you can only make it go away a short time before it comes back.
Greg didn't interpret my delay in responding to him correctly. He was noticeably upset, and said, "I'm sorry. I went too far. I really didn't mean to trick you into touching me. Please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything. Just forgive me."
"Anything?"
"Yes, Anything. I'm so sorry."
"OK, then I want you to..," I paused letting him sweat, "quit pulling your hand away from my cock."
It was his turn to be stunned. If the look on his face wasn't enough, the pathetic "what?" spoken from his strong and muscular body was enough to make me bust laughing. I kept it together and said, "If you are willing to do anything, I suggest you start by pulling down my shorts, and figuring out if you are really gay or not. Hell, we're study partners. So let's experiment, and find out if we like it or not. No promises, no guaranties, just male teen lust. I promise to finish something. I mean, like I'll at least wank you off. Assuming, you are going to offer me the same, 'cause I'm so horny I could die."
"Uh," he was a little lost for words, "well I wouldn't want you to die." We both snickered at that one, releasing some more tension.
He touched my cock through my shorts. Whatever hardness I lost before that moment, was all back, with a vengeance.
"There you go Greg. Take off my shorts. I need you."
He undid my shorts and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. I took off my shirt. When he came back to the bed, we embraced and kissed. My cock leaked precum all over both of our cocks and bellies.
This kiss was with full passion. Our tongues explored each other's mouth as much as our hands explored each others' body. I could feel the heat of his body against mine. I was so excited. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling. Then he pulled away from the kiss.
"Wow," he said. I tried to pull him back to me. He continued, "Just a second, bro. I think I almost got off there... We can slow down a little."
"Oh yea," I said. Now that I think of it I was fairly close to cumming myself. "It's not like we are going to run out of time."
I looked into his eyes. It was almost odd to look at him the way I was looking at him. But, he was looking at me the same way. That got me even more excited. I reached down his body and felt for his cock. I found it. It felt big in my hand; thick and warm. The skin was smooth and firm, contrasted by the precum leaked all over us. I'd never felt anyone else's cock before. He leaned in and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I felt down to his nuts. They were warm. I gently rolled them around in my fingers. Greg moaned and pulled me to him again. Reaching around with my free hand, I started playing with his butt cheek. It was firm and well developed.
He started nibbling on my ear. I stroked his cock. He whispered into my ear, "Suck me, please."
I moaned. We rolled around so that he was more on his back. I moved down as he moved up. I started feeling a little self-conscious. I played with his abs. They felt so firm. The muscles tensed and released under my fingers. He rolled his body up making his hard cock inch up to my hand. I started kissing his belly. He was moaning and trying to scoot up so that his cock was closer to me.
His cock touched my cheek, leaving a wet spot on me. I turned my head, stuck out my tongue and licked at the head.
His precum was sweet. I started to lick around the head of the cock. I felt his dick jump. He kept trying to move his hips to get his cock into more contact with me. I was enjoying teasing him. I took the head of his stiff rod into my mouth. I felt the head swell as I started to suck and lick on it.
Greg moaned an "oh yea" as I tasted his dickhead. The flesh was incredibly smooth. I felt his hands on the back of my head. He gently pushed down as he thrust his cock forward. Here is where I would like to say that I took his cock down like an expert. Nothing was further from the truth. I tried to take his shaft into my mouth, but I gagged. I think I even scraped a little. He was big. I was enjoying it, and he was too.
With my free hands I was squeezing his ass cheeks. I had pulled off his cock to start licking it, while trying to get my breath back. I reached up and started stroking his cock again, while my tongue explored his nuts. I inhaled the odor. It was strong and masculine. I rubbed my fingers under his ballsack. He pulled his legs farther apart. That's when I believe I started thinking about how far I wanted to take things.
I started licking under his nuts. He moaned again. While trying to keep my mouth between his legs and a hand on his cock, I started reaching past the edge of the mattress. I was looking for what I had stuck between the mattresses of my bed while trying not to alert him with my movements. A moment later I had two hands available to pay attention to the task at hand.
My tongue was lapping deep under his nuts now. I was stretching my tongue, reaching back for his ass. I tasted between his cheeks eliciting another moan from him. He said, "What are you doing?"
I pulled my head from between his legs responding, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Don't stop. It feels good. I just wondered what you were doing."
"You are the one who volunteered to teach me how to make out with a girl. I'm learning to eat pussy. Just let me know if I go too far, OK."
He didn't say anything, but in a brief second he was pushing my head down between his legs again, and lifting his legs up. I nestled my mouth into his ass crack, and started licking again. I had better access now. I licked around his puckered ass. I was amazed at how warm it was. Greg has great muscle tone, so the softness of his private parts constantly amazed me. I lapped into his hole. Greg was moaning my name over and over.
My tongue was getting tired, so I wet a finger and let it take over for me. Rubbing against his sensitive hole. I moved up to start sucking on his cockhead again. Sucking the best I could. I glanced up at his face. He was lost in the lust. I applied more pressure with my finger. Entering into his ass. He momentarily tensed up, tightening his assring around my finger. I just lightly wiggled my finger until he relaxed. I kept sucking on his dick. I was more hoping to distract him, as I wiggled more of my finger into him.
After a minute of this play, I started moving my finger in and out of his ass. I swear his cock got bigger. I pulled my hand up, licking my second finger. I'm fairly sure that he wasn't expecting me to put two fingers in when my hand went back down. He jumped a little when I put my fingers into him. I paused for a second, still sucking on his fat cock. After he relaxed, I slowly twisted my fingers back into him. He moaned more this time.
I reached up with my unoccupied hand and played with his nipples. I pulled my mouth off his dick, and looked into his eyes. I know I had a wicked grin on my face. He smiled back at me, although unsure of what I was thinking.
I moved up his body, leaving my two fingers inserted into him, and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed back deep and passionately.
I slowly withdrew my two fingers from his ass. He kept kissing me until he felt the head of my cock between his buttcheeks.
"What are you doing?" he said.
I looked deep into his eyes. I had such a big grin on my face that I could swear I felt the corners of my mouth reach my ears. I replied, "Just what comes naturally, 'Jen.'"
"Ugh, Tom, are you sure. I mean... I don't know."
"It's OK Greg. I put a condom on while you were distracted." I held up the empty condom package for him to see. "It's lubricated. I'll stop if it gets to be too much. I'm just so horny now I want to try so bad."
"I'm still not sure I'm ready for that."
"You are so good looking, Greg. I mean your the hottest guy in school. Heck, the hottest student at school. I just want to be in you. To know you as I know nobody else ever has, or maybe ever will."
"Take it slow buddy."
That was the green light I wanted. I pulled him into a deep kiss. When I felt him relax some, I eased my dickhead in line with his asshole. I started pushing in. His body resisted my entry into him. I kept kissing him, and he relaxed a little. I finally pushed through his assring. He gasped into my mouth. His butt grabbed at the head of my cock. I slowly continued my push into his self.
Before long, I had him rolled up under me, and my cock completely into his ass. I felt my pubic hairs pushing into his buttcheeks. Looking down, I saw his balls hanging under my belly, and his cock (still very hard) leaking precum all over his chest.
The feeling of my cock deep in his ass was incredible. I could never have imagined what it felt like. As I pulled my shaft back out of him, he let out more moans. I started a gentle back and forth motion. Pulling out until his assring had my cockhead, then pressing in until I was all the way in again.
"Oh yea, baby," he moaned. "That feels incredible, Tom. Try going faster."
I sped up my pace some. I didn't want to go too fast. I was already feeling my orgasm boiling up in my nuts. As I want faster though, he moaned harder, saying, "Oh yea. That's it. Oh yea, Tom..."
I sped up again. Greg practically was screaming out my name. I told him how close I was. He held his breath for a moment, then released it with a grunt, as his ass tensed all around my dick. That started to set me off. His cock blasted cum all over him, and even on me, while I came deep into his ass. I felt as if I was going to pass out. Actually, I think I did, because the next thing I remember is him kissing my forehead and telling me that it was incredible. As if I didn't realize that already. My dick had pulled from his ass, and we lay side by side on the bed, with his legs still wrapped around mine.
I removed the condom, throwing it away. We kissed each other several times. I finally said to him, "If that never happens again in my whole life, I'll be happy I had to tonight. Treasuring this moment forever."
He looked at me replying, "OK, Mr. I'm having a Hallmark (greeting card) moment. But, what do you mean 'IF'? I mean, you better not be thinking about not repeating that performance. It took months to get you into me. I don't want to think about having to wait that long for a second one."
"'Took months?' You wanted me to seduce you?"
"I hadn't planed on it at all, or even thought of it. But I'm definitely not unhappy about the way it went."
"Me neither," I said, kissing him again.
"Tom? Your parents are gone all weekend, aren't they?"
"Yea. Why?"
"Hand me the phone."
I handed him the phone, and he stood up and dialed it out.
I head him say, "Hey Mom, it's Gregory... yea... Well, we had a small problem... No, nothing like that. It's just that somehow all of our note cards for our research project got soaked... Yea... Mainly we just have to look up our original sources and get the quotes correct... This time we are typing it on a computer so we have a backup... yea...."
I glanced at the note card box sitting safe and sound next to the computer. The very computer that had all the backup information from when we printed out the cards in the first place. I then glanced back to where he was standing talking on the phone with his mother. Naked! I loved looking at his body.
"I was wondering if I could just go ahead and stay over at Tom's. We have a lot to look up, and it would help us get a head start on it tomorrow if I was already here... Trust me, I'll see enough of them on Sunday. Besides, this will help with the sleeping space issues... I love you too Mom. You have the number here if you need me... Bye."
"OK," I said to him, "Now you don't have to leave. What do you have in mind to do? I mean, It's not like I'm up to performing a repeat performance tonight."
"First," he said, "you're already hard again." This was true. And, so was he. Ahh, the wonders of a teenage cock. "Second, I want to talk to you about everything here. Third, I really want to lay next to you some more."
Talk,... Lay next to,.... If it's possible for your heart to stop and race at the same time, mine did. I said, "Greg... um... do you want to make what we just had... um... more than sex?"
"If you'll let me. I mean I felt more with you before we were naked then I ever felt with any of the girls I made out with. I've had my dick sucked on, and my ass licked before. But, you were more. I can't explain it. But, if you don't want more with me, it's cool. Just let me stay the night. We can fool around in the morning, and think nothing more of it than sex. I'm cool with it."
"Greg, I absolutely felt more. I'd love to be your, er.., boyfriend. But, I'm not sure I'm ready for a secret relationship."
"Dude, I've had doubts about my sexuality before. I know I'm ready to handle a real relationship. Even if my parents won't be happy."
"What about school? It's not like we can't hold hands in the halls."
"I could give a crap less what the other people in school think."
I laughed a little. He looked at me. I said to him, "The really funny thing. Just last week my Dad talked to me about gay stuff. He was worried that I was hiding something, 'cause I never had a girlfriend. I guess he was right."
"Your Dad gave you the 'don't be gay' speech?"
"Um, not really. It was more like the 'You can tell me if you are gay. We love you the way you are.' speech."
"Woah. You're parents are a trip. I don't think mine will be as accepting. But, I don't care, I need you. Besides, I'm 18. An adult. If I want a boyfriend, I can have one. It's not like I plan on staying in this town forever, anyway."
We both talked for a while. We decided not to be 100% open about it in school, but we weren't going to deny it either. We weren't going to kiss in the halls, but we were going to talk to each other whenever we could. If we held hands, and someone else didn't like it, then Fuck them. We both sat on my bed talking (and kissing) letting time slip by. We got up and took a shower together. All we did was shower, but then again, I don't think there could have been a particle of dirt on us anywhere when we were through washing each other.
After we dried off, we went into the bedroom. I looked down at his clothes lying on the end of the bed. I said, "You don't have a change of clothes."
"Yea. But, it's not like I wore them for very long today either. I think if I hang them up, they should be OK to wear tomorrow. You know I'm not going to want to wear them to bed."
He pulled me into a hug. His muscular body engulfed mine. A minute later we pulled away, and went to the bed. Crawling in, we laid down under the covers next to each other.
A minute later he reached under his pillow. He pulled out a few small tubes, asking, "What's this?"
"The guy at the porn store gave them to me. He said that if I was just 18 and just getting porn of my own, I would need it."
We both laughed and Greg put the tubes on the night stand beside him. He rolled back over and took me into his arms. I never felt so comfortable going to sleep as I did naked in his arms. The night before I'd been planing my weekend pornfest. I never imagined I'd be going to sleep naked with my lover. Definitely not with hot jock Greg. I don't think the worst nightmare demon could have taken the smile off my face that night.
I woke in the morning to Greg crawling back into bed. He must have gone to the bathroom, as I heard the toilet filling. That sounded like a good idea too, so I got up and used the restroom myself.
I got back into the bed, facing away from him. It was just the direction that I slept. His arms wrapped around me. I felt his body pull next to mine. His mouth was on my neck. His chest against my back. His abs against my lower back. His very hard cock pressed against my ass.
He was kissing on the back of my neck, saying, "Morning, Thomas." His arms were wrapped around me hugging me. He started massaging my chest.
I was still unsure what to think about everything I'd experienced in the last 24 hours. I lay comfortably in his arms, lightly running my fingers up and down his muscled forearms. My thoughts drifted to what kind of relationship Greg planned on having with me. At this point I was sure I would be happy with him as a lover. I wasn't sure about an actual relationship. It's not as if there was a gay/lesbian club at school. Heck, I'm not sure there was even one in my community. I'd given up on thinking about a relationship at that point anyway. Most the girls at the school didn't connect with me. The few I got along with were definitely just study friends, nothing more. Now I was waking up in the arms of a boy. Not just any boy either. Greg was on the football team, and won more than his share of wrestling matches.
My thoughts were interrupted by Greg saying, "You seem a little tense, sexy." With that he made a quick move that changed us from lying side by side to him on top of me with me facing the bed under me. He started rubbing my shoulders. It felt good. His hands kneaded my back, neck, and shoulders gently, but firmly. I relaxed under his dutiful care. His warm, strong fingers massaged me into a very relaxed state. His hands focused lower on my back. He moved himself back, and started caressing my rear. I felt his hands gently molding my buttcheeks. He reached over me then went back to fondling my ass. I felt him pull my buttcheeks apart. Then I felt something cold.
It took a minute for me to relax after I realized the cold on my asshole was just the lube he must have picked up off the night table. He was gently playing with my pucker. The lube allowed him to play freely with my ass. His finger sliding and circling. Then he put his finger into me. I knew it was coming, but I wasn't ready for it. While the finger didn't really hurt me, It felt like more than I expected it to.
He gently probed my anus for a few minutes. The whole time he was telling me how wonderful my ass felt and how great he thought I looked. I just let myself totally relax under his care. He moved up over my back, and kissed the back of my neck. He then told me he loved me. I was about to tell him I loved him to when I felt a different prodding at my asshole.
"Wait," I said.
He was a little taken aback. I continued, "Are you going to fuck me? With that huge piece of cock?"
"That was the plan. What's wrong?"
"OK. One, you are huge. Two. Did you put a condom on?"
"Uh," his pause answered my second concern real fast. He said, "I figured it would be OK. I mean, we are both virgins, not counting last night. And, so it's not like we could get anything. I'm pretty sure I won't get you pregnant either, Thomas."
I twisted around a bit so I could face him, "Greg, babe, I love ya'. But,... If you want me to be in any way comfortable with sex with you today, tomorrow, or ever, you'll have to show me you know how to play safe. I mean, what if we are dating, and then two months from now a whim overcomes you in a moment of weakness. What if you have sex with another person, then bring something back to me. What then?"
"I'll just use protection then. ya' know." Greg seemed a little irritated at the whole exchange.
"How about we just use the condoms now and every time, and then we know we are safe people. It Only takes one stupid mistake to mess up everything forever."
Greg sighed. I know I was killing the mood here, but I had a good point to make. If that was the end of us, then it would have been for the better. Greg looked at me pleadingly, "I've tried on condoms before. They are just too tight."
"And my ass isn't tight?" I said with a bit of playfulness.
"Well, it is, but not like a condom."
I had to lay on the sarcasm thick on this one, "So you are telling me that the condom, that will fit over a watermelon is tighter than my ass?"
"Um," Greg sighed. I'm sure he knew he wasn't going to win that argument.
I reached between the sheets grabbing out another condom package. I ripped it open, tossing the outerwear on the floor. I turned over to I was sitting on the bed. Raising myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him. I told him how much I loved him. I let him know that I wanted him, and if he wanted inside me, I would let him try, but only the safe way.
After a couple of minutes of kissing, his cock was at full mast again. I leaned forward and kissed the head. Taking the lube, I put a drop near the tip of his cock as it pulsed in my hand. I lined up the condom, and rolled it down his dick. Yea it looked a little tight, but I just looked into his eyes and said, "Now that's not too bad. Is it? Just think how good it will feel inside me."
With the condom rolled onto him, I applied some more lube to the outside of his shaft. I then rolled back over saying, "Now where were we?"
He leaned forward, kissing my neck again. He told me he loved me. I told him I loved him a lot too. His cockhead pressed against my asshole. I could feel it stretching. As it was starting to push deeper into me, I started to worry about the size again. I was too worried about the condom to remember that I wasn't sure I wanted him to try to take my cherry ass. I decided to start pushing, hoping that maybe that would keep him from getting in, and he might give up. That's not what happened. His cock slid into me. I groaned out in some pain, panting out, "slowly...."
He kept hugging and kissing on me, as he slid his cock into me. He breathed into my ears, saying, "Thomas, this is the first hole I've ever entered. You are my total first. This is incredible." I felt his hips against my ass. He somehow worked it all the way in me.
I felt something. It wasn't anything I would call pure pleasure, but I felt a bit of bliss from somewhere in me. Greg started sliding his cock in and out of me. I tried to stay relaxed, pushing against his cock as it slid in and out of me. He moved a little faster, starting to fuck me harder. His arms reached around me and he held me as he whispered his joy into my ear. He suddenly thrust forward, tensing up around me. His hug on me tightened, squeezing the breath out of me. He came. He came a lot. I was in total bliss feeling this total hunk lying on me, holding me tight, with his spent cock deep in my ass.
When he finally relaxed his hold on me, I was able to breathe again. I twisted around, trying to keep his cock in my ass, and kissed him deep.
He was all sweaty. The look on his face was one of exhaustion and joy. I ran my hands all over his back, just enjoying the continuing attention he was giving me.
"That was incredible," he said. "That was the best thing I ever felt in my entire life. Did you like it? I hope I didn't go to far."
"It wasn't that bad, Greg. I might let you do that again, sometime."
"Never leave me, Thomas."
"I don't plan on it."
I eventually let Greg out of my ass. We kept kissing and hugging into the afternoon. That evening, before he left for home we took another shower together. I think that was the longest shower I ever took. The water got cold, but we didn't care.
We ended up being out in school. Some of the teachers weren't too keen on it, but I guess our principal is from a more liberal background, so we didn't get any academic crap from it. We were told that we couldn't make out in the school, but that was the same for hetro-couples. Just cause we were over 18, most of the people in the school weren't. So, it kinda made sense to control ourselves.
On the down side, Greg's family found out and kicked him out. My dad (being a little more accepting) talked my mom into letting Greg move in with us. Dad's reasoning was that he didn't want his son dating a high school drop out. Greg had his own room (my parents weren't that cool with it) and was allowed to finish high school.
We found a college that we could go to, that would accept our couple status. We are now in our Junior years, and somehow we are still together. I love Greg dearly.
I've heard many horror stories about guys coming out, and gay relationships. I'm just happy I have what I have now. If Greg keeps going the way he's going, he may be the first gay professional football player to be out before his career. Here's hoping.