After talking to mom about Wheeler, I decided to go out for a bit. I just sat on the front porch and was thinking about what I should do. Wait a minute! Did she say he was beaten by his father for being gay? He's gay... like me? Oh, my God!!
This is sure putting a new twist on things. But what if he doesn't like me? What if he didn't want to be with me?
I was just sitting there running all these thoughts through my mind when I looked up, and there he was across the street. I jumped up and yelled, "Wheeler... wait!"
He had turned and started to walk away. But when he heard me yelling, he just stood there - not moving. I went ran over to him and said, "Look... I'm really sorry. If only I'd known, I would never have..."
He stopped me, saying, "How could you have known anything? I'm the one who should be saying 'I'm sorry' to you for saying what I did and then running away."
And I said, "No, dork! I want to say I'm sorry."
I looked at him and he said, "Look, dork... it was my fault!"
We both broke into laughter, and then I did something I was not expecting myself to do. I grabbed him in a hug and whispered in his ear, "Don't you ever run from me again."
I was holding him so close and tight I could feel my cock rising to rub his leg and thigh.
"Let's go somewhere and talk," he whispered.
"OK," I said. "I think we need to."
We must have walked three blocks before either of us said anything at all. When we stopped, we were in front of his aunt and uncle's house. With a tremble in his voice, he asked, "Would you like to come in for a few?"
"Yes, Wheeler, I would."
We walked in the side door to the garage and up the stairs to his room. All the while I was walking behind him, I was just taking in his smell and his beautiful body.
We sat on the couch and just looked at each other. His eyes were almost glassy with tears.
"I think I'm falling for you," I said.
He smiled and said, "I was just going to say the same thing to you."
I smiled and then leaned in towards him as he leaned towards me. Our first touch set all my senses on fire, and I could feel his whole body shiver as we tenderly touched lips.
We just melted into each other... slowly lying down with my new love on top of me. I don't know how long we were there. But we were brought back to reality by John Simpson who called on the intercom and said, "Wheeler, are you there?"
Wheeler said, "Yes Uncle John. I am."
"Wheeler, is Lloyd out there with you? His mom is on the phone and wants to know when he plans on coming home."
I raised off of the couch and looked at the clock. It was ten p.m., and we had been rolling back and forth on the couch for the past four hours!
I stood and held out my hand as Wheeler said, "Yes, Uncle John. We were just talking and forgot about the time."
We both smiled at the little white lie. I pulled him from the couch and into my arms. We kissed one more time as I walked to the door. It was so hard to let him go, but I knew I would be back soon... very soon.
I don't even remember walking home. When I got there, I walked in as if there was no one in the world but Wheeler. I sort of floated across the living room toward the stairs. My mom and dad were there in the living room, and I hardly noticed them. Distantly, I heard my mom ask if I was all right.
"Yes," I said dreamily, "I'm fine... damn fine!" and went right up the stairs to my room. I undressed... my brain still filled with feelings of pleasure and pain at finding, and then having to leave, my new love.
When I pulled down my jockey boxers, I noticed the big wet spot I had made.
God, how many times had I cum just kissing him? Looks like a lot.
I took a shower and then went right to bed... instantly falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Downstairs, my parents were still sitting after I came in. My mom looked at my dad and said, "Did he seem OK?"
My dad laughed and said, "No... he seemed in love."
Mom looked at him and asked, "How do you know?"
Dad told her that when I first came home from being with you on the bridge that night we first kissed, he had asked me the same question, "Are you OK?" and I had answered the same way, "Damn fine." They both laughed and cuddled closer together.
.....
After Lloyd left, I went back and just laid down on the bed -- putting my face into the pillow where he had been laying his head. I just inhaled his smell then rolled over on my back and noticed that I was wet and sticky between the legs. So I got up, dropped my pants and shorts, and noticed that, for the first time in my life, I had cum without even touching myself.
I stripped and went into the shower... realizing, as I was cleaning up, that I still didn't even know what Lloyd looked like naked. Or even if he would like what he would see when and if he ever saw me naked, what kind of underwear he wears, and what, if anything, he felt towards me. But I knew down deep in my soul that I was in love.
I woke up screaming and soaked in sweat.
God, can anyone stop these dreams from haunting me?
I lay back down and woke up later with the alarm going off and my uncle calling on the intercom telling me I was running late. I shut the alarm off and told Uncle John that I was up and moving, then quickly took a shower and dressed. I wanted to get to school as soon as I could to see Lloyd. I had to know for certain that what had happened last night was real, that it wasn't just a dream.
As I rounded the corner, there he was... walking towards my house as I was walking towards his.
.....
I woke up, showered and dressed... wondering if what happened last night really happened. I had to see Wheeler. I had to see if what we had done was real and not a dream.
As I rounded the corner, there he was... coming my way. As we drew close, he smiled. I smiled in return and said, "Hello, Wheeler."
He smiled again and said "Hello, my love."
My heart warmed with overwhelming tenderness for him. I said, "Hello to you too, my love."
"I said that already," and we both laughed. "I was hoping that what happened last night wasn't a dream.
I responded that I was hoping the same thing.
As we walked to the bus stop, we kept bumping into each other.
Wheeler then lowered his voice and said, "Look, Lloyd... I'm scared... scared because I've never done anything like this before. I'm a virgin to all of this."
I could see the tears start to form in his eyes. I stopped walking and turned to him to put my hand on the side of his face.
"Wheeler," I said, "I haven't done anything like this before either. I feel that there's something special in front of me, and I plan on not ever loosing you."
When I was done, I also had tears in my eyes as well. The look on Wheeler's face was one of shear joy. As we boarded the bus, we drew a few stares from the others because I'm sure that we looked like small, teary-eyed children being sent to school for the first time.
We walked into the school and then had to separate to go to our own lockers. I looked over and saw the sadness in Wheeler's eyes, and I knew that he could see the sadness in mine as well. I stood so close to him that I could almost feel the heat of his body.
I a whispered, "Till later, my love."
He looked up into my eyes and repeated the same words to me, "Till later, my love."
During school, I caught sight if him only once; we caught each other's eyes from the opposite ends of the hall. I smiled, but he already had that smile spreading across his face. I mouthed the words, 'Till later,' only to see him doing the same thing.
As I went from fifth hour to sixth hour, I had to stop by my locker. On the outside of it, a note was posted with just four simple letters: T.L.M.L.
At first I was scared that someone would be able to figure out what it meant. What if someone had seen him put it there?
As the last bell of the day rang, I headed right out the door to the bus. I was waiting by the bus and was beginning to worry until I spotted Wheeler making an exit out the side door. He was trotting toward the bus. God, did he look good.
As he reached the bus, he smiled and said, "Missed you."
"Wheeler, chill out, man," and he blushed and jumped on the bus skipping the first step. I followed and looked as if I were looking for a seat as Wheeler slid over and looked up and smiled. I sat down, and with a very serious look on my face said, "We need to talk."
Wheeler looked like someone had slapped him. He turned toward the window and never looked away until we were getting off at our stop. As the bus pulled away, he turned and started to walk toward his house.
"Hey, wait up!"
"No, Lloyd. I don't understand why you're mad at me."
"I'm not mad. What makes you think that?"
He glared at me. "What was the whole 'chill' thing and 'we need to talk'? What was that all about?"
"Wheeler, babe, I think I'm falling in love with you. And I don't want everyone in school to know about us. It could cause us some real problems from those who wouldn't understand."
The words poured out of him: "I thought maybe you had changed your mind about last night and that you didn't want to be with me, and that you were trying to tell me that you had changed your mind."
I looked deep into his eyes. "Never think such a thing, my love."
Wheeler suggested we go to his house. I looked and thought I saw a devilish grin forming on his perfect face.
We went into the garage, and as we climbed the stairs, once again I got to look this beautiful body as he went up the stairs in front of me. We entered his room, and he shut and locked the door.
I was in his arms in a second. I hugged him harder than I have ever hugged anyone before. He locked his lips on mine, as I pushed my tongue forward and parted the sweetest lips I have ever tasted. He moaned and sank into my arms. We stood there in the center of the room... kissing and hugging and swaying back and forth. And then he stopped and pulled away me first. I could see the tears forming in his eyes.
"What is it, babe?"
"Lloyd, I'm so scared that you won't like me, that I won't be good enough for you and not what you want in a boyfriend."
I was shocked -- shocked because I was thinking that it was I that would not be what he wanted, that I would not be what he thought I was.
I took his face in my hands and wiped his tears away with my thumbs.
"That's something you never have to worry about," I said softly.
Then I reached down and started to open the buttons on his shirt. My hands were trembling so bad I almost couldn't do it.
Wheeler looked down and watched as I unbuttoned the last button and pulled his shirttail out of his pants. I slipped the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor... then leaned in and kissed his shoulders and nibbled on his neck. His body shuddered all over, and he almost fell into me.
I pushed him back up and saw that his nipples were protruding though the material of his white muscle t-shirt... one just like the one I was wearing. As I pulled it out of his pants and lifted it over his head, he lifted his arms. It was then that I noticed for the first time the shade of his armpit hair and the fineness of it as well as the amount of it. Again, I was in awe. I leaned in and once more kissed his fine lips and moved to his neck and over to his shoulder.
Leaning back, I could see the trail of hair that went from his inny bellybutton and disappeared into the waist of his pants. It was about an inch long and started small and widened slightly as it disappeared from my sight. I was determined to find out where it went!
I leaned into his sweet lips and kissed him again. His bare skin rubbed on my shirt, and I ran my hands over his velvety smooth back. Then I broke the kiss and put my head on his shoulders. He moaned as I held him. I leaned back and lowered my head... taking his perfect left nipple into my mouth and sucking it and slightly nibbling it. Goose bumps shown on his chest and shoulders, and the deepest moan yet escaped his lips.
As I went to the other nipple, Wheeler tried to remove my shirt. I stood so he could unbutton it and pull it from my pants. He smiled when he saw I was wearing a t-shirt just like his. He pulled it from my waist and over my head then stopped, popped my left nipple into his mouth and did the same to me as I had to him. I almost buckled with the pleasure and feeling I got from it. I tossed my shirt to the growing pile on the floor. He looked down my defined chest and looked at my treasure trail that disappeared into my waistline. His fingers explored through the hair down there, and I moaned deeply... anticipating where he was going.
"It's just like mine... only better," he whispered. "Your body is just as I had dreamed it would be."
I replied that his was much better and also just as I had imagined it would be. He blushed and I did as well. As I reached over to undo his belt, his hands went on top of mine, and we looked into each others eyes.
"I'm scared Lloyd."
"There's nothing to be scared of. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, babe I'm sure. Just scared that you won't be happy."
"Nothing could or would make me happier. I don't care what your body looks like. It's yours. And if it's yours, then it will be as perfect as you are."
He removed his hands from mine and started rubbing my chest... then lowered his head as if he were ashamed. With my left hand, I raised his face to mine, kissed him ever so gently on the lips. and leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Wheeler Dalton."
He smiled and said, "I love you too, Lloyd Patterson."
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