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"A Nerd and His Jock Boyfriend" by Zay de Parco
My parents are finally asleep, snoring away in their dream bubbles. I turn off the light in my room, and Jock and I take off all our clothes. We get on the bed and slide under the sheets. Since everyone thinks we're just buddies, it works in our favor that he gets to stay the night often.
He climbs on top and clamps his hands on either side of me. Our body heat and the heater combined feel toasty, what with it being winter. I don't have to see his hot face to know he's smiling. We've messed around so many times because we're always horny for each other. Our dicks aren't the only organs that speak, though; our hearts speak, too.
I melt underneath Jock's strong body, surrendering myself with no effort because of my feelings for him. When we first met, shortly after starting high school together, we used to get on each other's nerves because of his sporty nature clashing with my nerdy interests. After growing closer through a series of school projects, we began to see one another differently: friends, to friends with benefits, to boyfriends. He's a thick jock, and I'm a skinny nerd, but we fit like two missing pieces of a complicated puzzle.
Jock rubs himself against me like we're sword fighting, and our smooth bodies create sweet friction that threatens to make us sweat. We haven't gone all the way yet. What's the rush? Kissing and foreplay are fun enough. Maybe we're weird because oral and anal sex haven't appealed to us. Not yet, anyway? Then again, if he doesn't seem bothered by not doing any of it, then I assume he feels the same as I do.
That said, the curiosity of what it's like to go that far has been hitting me hard lately. What about Jock? Is he curious about it, too? Will we ever go all the way? I wonder...
He lowers his head to meet my lips, then slips his tongue inside my mouth. He always knows how to make me feel good and wanted, and especially loved. If only he wasn't a secret boyfriend. If only we could come out and tell the whole world that we're in love. Unfortunately, we live in Small Town, USA.
After grinding against each other for a while, Jock stops and lets out a soft moan. "Trying to make me finish already, huh?" he whispers.
A grin spans my face, even though he can't see it in the dark. "Maybe?" I whisper back.
He lets out a soft chuckle. "That's okay, we'll just go at it again so we can last longer."
"We always do."
"That's because you turn me on so much."
"Same." This intense feeling, a combination of physical and emotional, is simply awesome. Pleasuring myself is nice and all, but two "heads" are better than one.
Jock breathes harder as he continues grinding against me, his lips possessively on mine while his tongue pins mine down for a hot make-out. We breathe into each other's mouths, our kisses getting hungrier, and the heat we create intensifies and makes our bodies damp with sweat. He's getting close. I know it from how he's breathing and speeding up the pace. It's getting me close, too. Finishing together is the best part.
Finally, Jock unloads, his body quaking. He suppresses the sounds of his orgasm to avoid possibly waking anyone up. Soon, I unload just as much, leading to an entrancing orgasm of my own that quickly shifts into afterglow. We're drenched from our big loads of excitement, catching our breaths in hot sweat. Much of it drips onto the sheets, but it'll dry up soon. Besides, we'll eventually go at it again, so what's the point of cleaning up now?
He collapses on me for a sweaty snuggle, nuzzling my neck and kissing my lips. Then, he sighs in relief. "I love you, Nerd."
"I love you, too, Jock."
"Always?"
"Always."
We do it all over again and clean up, then put our clothes back on and fall asleep with the door open, safely detached from each other. I continue to hope we'll last forever. In fact, I think we will. There's no reason we wouldn't.
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