by H.T. Bruhaus email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com
Austin and Baker Secret Romance
I had a secret boyfriend in high school.
His name was Austin. I had actually known about him when I first moved to his school district in the 6th grade. Over the next few years, I developed a super crush on him. He was popular and handsome and very good at sports.
I, on the other hand, was not popular at all and even though I ascribed to playing sports, I was not very good at them and was definitely not considered a jock. I played clarinet in the school band and during my senior year, I finally made it onto Varsity Track and Field. My specialty was the long jump. I also was somewhat decent in the high jump.
During the Winter Term of my Senior Year, Austin and I happened to be in the same Social Studies class. It was during the first week of Social Studies that our teacher assigned us our term paper. We were to team up with a classmate and make a presentation on the Vietnam War.
I looked around the classroom. Already people were getting together with friends. I just sort of remained passive, willing to let whoever wanted to team up with me make the first move. Then I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around and there was Austin with his big dark brown eyes and super long eyelashes. He says, "Hey Baker, do you want to work together?"
Well, of course I consented. We then exchanged phone numbers. Austin was shorter than me by a few inches, but his shoulders were broader and he was very solidly built. He probably out weighed me by 20 pounds. I was thin for my height, but my muscles were hard and lean and I had, what I considered, a very nice pelvic vee.
The next day, Austin sent me a text to see if we could start working on our term aper. We agreed to meet after school on Friday and go to his house.
When Friday finally came, I left my car at home and took a Lyft to school. I wanted Austin to drive me to his house.
We worked on The Vietnam War into the early evening in Austin's bedroom, which was above the garage and had a separate entry from the house. Austin's mom was home. She texted Austin that dinner was ready.
It is lightly raining as we take the outside stairs from Austin's bedroom over the garage down to the backyard patio, then we go through a side door into a mudroom and then through to the kitchen.
Austin introduces me to his mom, Mrs. Healey. She is soft and full figured with perfect salon hair. For dinner, we had home made mac and cheese with roasted garlic and bacon. It tasted amazing.
I say, "Mrs. Healey, this Mac and Cheese is fucking amazing."
I didn't mean to let the "F" bomb out, but Mrs. Healey is unfazed. "Thank you, David, that's very sweet of you."
Austin did not understand why I was raving about a mundane meal like Mac and Cheese. "Jesus, Baker. It's just Mac and Cheese. Get a grip, man."
I just ignored Austin and looked at his mom.
Since it was getting late, she suggested I spend the night. Now I looked at Austin, expecting him to protest, but he said, "Yeah Baker, then we can get a really good start in the morning."
My mother didn't care what I did, so it was arranged.
Austin and I continued on our project until almost 1am. His bedroom above the garage reminded me of a studio apartment, it was small, with the walls slanting down on the sides following the roof line, but it had it's own bathroom.
Austin said it was time to quit until morning and that he was going to take a shower. He went into the bathroom and turned on the water. He came back out and then turned on the TV. He started stripping down. I pretended not to watch him. Austin got completely naked right in front of me. He was watching the TV the whole time he was taking off his clothes. I got really hard in my Levi's.
On the TV was an old rerun of Married With Children.
After Austin took off his clothes, he went back into the bathroom and got into the shower. I was lying on his double bed. I could kind of see him through the shower door washing himself. I figured he might be able to see me on his bed if he cared to look, so I tried not to be obvious, but the fact that I was on Austin's bed and he was just a few feet away from me completely naked, washing his ass and cock and balls, that I discretely started rubbing my boner in my jeans.
Seriously, I almost came right there. However, I was too fucking paranoid to make a messy cum load in my jeans with Austin literally only feet away.
Austin got out of the shower. He left the water running. He said, "There's still some hot water left over Baker, but you better hurry up." He then started drying himself and was looking at me like, what was I waiting for.
Well, I still had a boner that wasn't going anywhere and there was Austin rubbing down his privates with a towel right in front of me.
He says, "Hurry up, Baker."
I dutifully jumped off his bed and took off my shirt and socks. I then pushed past him into the bathroom. I still had my jeans on. My body brushed past Austin while he is drying off. I turned my back to him and took off my jeans and boxers. I sort of walked backwards into the shower, keeping my hard cock out of Austin's field of view. It must have looked very awkward and unnatural to Austin if he bothered to notice, but at that point I didn't care. My number one priority was to prevent Austin from seeing my erection.
When I get into the shower, the water was lukewarm going onto ice cold. My boner was soon forgotten as I started to shiver. My shower lasted 6 minutes, but hallelujah, my dick was as soft as a memory foam mattress. I turned off the water and stepped into the bathroom. I could see Austin lying on his bed watching TV. For some reason, he was still completely naked. I looked around for a towel. Nothing. I said, "Austin, can I have a towel?"
He said, "Sorry bro." and comes into the bathroom.
Austin calling me "bro" almost makes me hard again. He stepped past me. Since I am safely soft, I kind of proudly display my cock for Austin, in case he wanted to check it out. He totally ignored it, although I think he might have seen it reflected in the mirror mounted on the wall.
I watched Austin bend over and pull a towel out from under the sink. His naked bare ass is pointed right at me. His butt is round and full and I try to imagine what his little pink anus might look like if he grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart. Then he stands up and hands me a clean towel. We are standing face to face as Austin gives me the towel. I swear our dicks are a half inch from touching heads!
I can feel my dick start to rise again as Austin plops himself down on his bed and I start drying myself off. I may have paid a little more attention than necessary at getting my crotch dry and soon I had another erection. Austin was still lying naked on his bed.
I wrapped the towel around my waist, trapping my boner against my stomach beneath the towel. It was not an ideal situation, but there was nothing else I could do. Anyway, Austin didn't seem to notice. I'm about to put my jeans back on, but Austin gets off the bed and pulls out a pair of pajama bottoms from his dresser and tosses them to me. "Here Baker, you can wear these".
"Thanks".
He then puts on his own pair of pajama bottoms. I can't help notice that he puts them on without any underwear.
Austin has given me a pair of Spider-Man PJ's that are at least one size too small. Austin is wearing bright red and yellow plaid PJ's.
My Spider-Man PJ's are made out of a very thin cotton. They must have been washed at least 10,000 times. In my opinion, they seem more obscene than if I were completely naked. Austin has already gotten under the blankets. As he watches TV, I make a dash to his bed and get under the covers before he can see my hard dick making a tent with his boyhood Spider-Man pajama bottoms.
Austin seems annoyed with my rough entry into his bed, but soon we are both watching Al Bundy sitting on his ugly floral couch with his hand down the front of his pants complaining about his wife wanting to have sex with him.
Austin puts one hand under the covers and appears to be scratching his crotch. Maybe it's jock itch. The movement causes him to accidentally rest his foot against my foot. I immediately move my foot away and instantly regret it.
So I "accidentally" move my foot back and rest it against Austin's foot.
Austin doesn't react to the contact. I don't even think he is aware that our feet are touching.
We watch TV a little bit longer and soon I close my eyes. I'm just at the edge of awareness of my surroundings.
I feel Austin moving. I open my eyes just as Austin reaches across me and grabs the remote from the night stand on my side of the bed. He has to push his body hard up against mine to reach the remote. He sees I'm awake and says "Sorry, Baker".
Even though there is a fold of the blanket between us, I swear I could feel his dick pressed up against me. It was probably wishful thinking. Austin lays back on his side of the bed and turns off the TV. The room gets dark. He says "Good night, Baker."
I say "'Night Austin."
I must have fallen asleep almost instantly, because when I open my eyes again the bedroom is full of light from the windows.
It takes me a few moments to get out of my sleep fog, but I slowly become aware of a very pleasant sensation coming from my cock. I look over at Austin. He is sound asleep, lying on his stomach with his body pushed up against mine and his knee firmly resting square on my dick.
Of course I am hard. This must have been going on for a while, because I am beginning to feel that sensation deep within my balls of an impending load of hot jizz about to make its way out of my cock-head.
I lie very still. I don't want it to stop, but I believe blowing a load inside of Austin's Spider-Man PJ's and onto his knee under the covers of his bed, might put our Vietnam War term paper in some jeopardy. I'm a straight A student, dammit. I can't let this happen.
So I slowly and regretfully push Austin's knee off of my very excited dick. I am watching Austin's face as I do this. He wakes up and completely moves his leg back to his side of the bed. He looks at me and gives me a big beautiful smile and says "Morning, Baker. How'd you sleep?"
I think that smile was the moment I fell in love with Austin.
I say, "I slept like a baby".
"Glad to hear it."
Austin rolls onto his back. The bedroom is very cold but underneath the covers it is nice and toasty. Austin says, "It's fucking freezing in here." He then throws back the covers and jumps out of bed and makes a dash to the thermostat. He cranks the heat up to max and I can hear the baseboard heater start pinging. He turns towards me and then runs into the bathroom and I am left wondering if I really saw his boner pushing out his PJ's or was it my imagination.
I listen closely to Austin in the bathroom. He doesn't bother to close the door, but I can't see the toilet. There is nothing but silence. A minute goes buy until I finally here a really light dribbling noise. Then it stops. Then it starts up again. Then it stops . I believe Austin is trying to piss through his boner. I assume he is sitting on the toilet, leaning forward, with his hard dick pushed down between his thighs, like I have done myself a million times when I wake up with a piss boner. Eventually the stream becomes steady and loud.
The toilet flushes and Austin comes out of the bathroom. I notice his PJ's are not obviously tented with an erection, although as he approaches the bed, I can see his dick flopping around inside them and even though I am trying not to look directly at his crotch, it does appear that there is a dark spot of piss there.
He jumps back into bed. "Fuck it's cold."
Now I realize I have to pee. I'm still aware of our Vietnam War term paper project sort of hanging out there in front of me, but I figure if Austin can have a morning piss boner, then so can I.
I get out of bed. My boner, which is there partly because I have to take a piss, but mostly because Austin's knee was grinding away at my crotch just moments ago, is out there in front of me stretching Spider-Man to his limits.
I know, without a doubt, that Austin can see my boner pushing out his Spider-Man PJ bottoms, because as I walk over to the bathroom, Austin just blatantly stares at my crotch. I don't think he even knows he is doing that.
I sit down on the toilet, out of view of Austin and I commence to pee. I hardly get started and Austin is in the bathroom with me. He turns on the shower and pulls off his PJ's. He's got his hand in the shower stream, waiting for it to get hot enough to get into. His dick is practically in my face as he waits for the water to warm up.
I finish peeing at the same time as Austin gets into the shower. I flush the toilet and stand while pulling up Austin's Spider-Man PJ's.
Immediately Austin jumps out of the shower and bumps into me. "What the fuck Baker? Why'd you flush?"
I don't understand what he is upset about, but I apologize anyway. "Sorry Austin."
He is standing next to me with his hand in the shower again. The water must be super hot, because there is a large amount of steam pouring into the bathroom.
I just stand there trying not to look at Austin's dick.
Then a moment later Austin gets back into the shower.
The bathroom is freezing and the shower looks super inviting. I'm Sure it would be inappropriate to ask Austin if I could join him.
While I am standing there, Austin slides the shower door back. "Baker, there's not much hot water left. If you want a warm shower, you better get in here now."
"Okay." I quickly strip off the Spider-Man PJ's and get in the shower with Austin.
It's crowded with both of us in it. Austin politely steps sideways out of the water stream to let me have some of that liquid warmth and we face each other as we slide past and the heads of our dicks knock into each other.
I try to be cool about it, but I can see Austin's dick starting to rise. Of course this makes me own dick start to lift up, witch makes Austin's dick grow even more and soon we are on a feed back loop and in a mater of moments we are both rock fucking hard.
Austin looks up at me and into my eyes. He seems panicked and vulnerable.
If this happened in the boys' shower at school, we both would have been ridiculed and teased relentlessly, but because we are in the privacy of Austin's bedroom and because I am unable to pretend I am straight anymore and because Austin seems to be on the verge of crying. Yes, Austin Looks like he might start crying, that I just cannot endure his pain a moment longer and I wrap one fist around his hard cock and I grab the back of his neck with my other hand and I give him a long hard kiss on the lips.
Austin kisses me back and audibly moans. Somewhere in the back of my mind I am thinking, "This is not happening."
His hand finds my dick and he starts stroking it slowly and he opens his mouth at the same time and our tongues meet.
We are now kissing each other hard and stoking each others' cocks slowly, although as I get more excited, I start speeding up my stroke.
Austin begins to time his strokes with mine. I open my eyes and I see Austin's eyes are already open and we are looking directly at each other.
I pull back a bit and look down at Austin's hand on my dick and my hand on Austin's dick. We start stroking faster. The sight of us jacking each other gets me so fucking excited, that I start moving my hips back and fourth, Austin does the same thing, and even though we are now pumping our hard cocks into each others fists, neither one of us is about to let go.
Austin moans, then he says, "Fuck!"
I purposely let go of his dick this time. I don't want him to cum yet. He slows down his stroking of my cock. I can't keep myself from grabbing his dick again, but now I use just two fingers and a thumb instead of completely wrapping my hand around his shaft.
A minute later he says, "I'm gonna cum!" then he makes a loud breathy moan, then says "Shit." and I can feel his dick going into spasms and a second later I watch as his hot sperm shoots onto my hand and my abs and my dick and my balls.
Then I can't hold back and I yell "Fuck!" and I make the same noisy moan sound as Austin and I'm now shooting my load onto his dick and his hand and his abs and his balls and our cum loads are all mingled together and it's impossible to tell who's load belongs to which dick and it's all sticky and gross and super fucking hot.
We look at each other again and we start to laugh. Austin kisses me long and passionately, almost desperately. Then he grabs the bar of soap and starts washing the cum off of both of us. The water was turning lukewarm, soon to be ice cold, so we quickly finished cleaning up and got out.
I had a huge grin on my face and so did Austin. He said "Damn, Baker, that was nice." I just nodded my head. Austin and I go into his bedroom. Austin is casually looking at my naked body. He sees me seeing him looking at my cock and we laugh.
Austin says, "Come here Baker".
I walk over to Austin. I know he is going to kiss me. We wrap our arms around each other and press our naked bodies against each other and we kiss. Sweet and long with our eyes open and looking directly at each other.
Then Austin rests his head on my shoulder and we just hug. It is a beautiful, intimate, loving hug. Asutin makes an "Hmmmmm" sound.
We break apart. Austin says, "Let's get dressed and see what my mom has made us for breakfast."
"Okay,"
I find my boxers and I'm about to put them on. Austin takes the boxers out of my hand and says, "Hey, Baker, I've never worn boxers before, do you mind if I wear yours today?"
I'm about to tell him that they aren't exactly "laundry fresh", when I realize that's probably the point. So I say, "Sure Austin, as long as I can wear yours."
"Deal." Then Austin locates his briefs on the floor by the TV and tosses them to me.
We get dressed and go down to the kitchen. His mom is there. Bacon is frying in a skillet. It smells amazing. She's got a waffle iron heating up and is mixing batter. Austin gives her a kiss and we sit down at the counter. Austin's mom pours batter into the waffle iron. All this time I am highly aware of Austin's dirty underpants clinging to my privates and I look over at Austin. He has pulled the top band of my boxers up above his jeans so that I can see it. We start grinning. His mom looks up and says "What are you two smiling about?"
"Nothing mom." Then we both burst out laughing.
Mrs. Healey is sweet, she laughs with us, like she's in on the joke. She asks us how the paper is coming along and I say, "We're almost done".
Austin interrupts me and says, "We're almost done with the research."
Austin looks right at me and a light turns on in my brain.
Then I say "The paper itself is probably going to take a really long time."
His mom gives us a sad face and says, "Well you better eat up." Then she sets a big plate of bacon down on the counter and we dig in.
After breakfast, we go back up to Austin's room and work on the paper. We spend all morning writing it.
A few hours later, I'm sitting on Austin's bed, typing into my laptop. Austin is at his desk on the PC, gathering info from the internet. I start reading back to him what we have come up with so far. Austin comes over and sits down next to me. The left side of his body is pressed up hard against the right side of my body. He casually rests his left hand on my right shoulder. I pause a moment before I continue reading. Then Austin closes the laptop and sets it on the floor. He moves his hand underneath the waistband of my jeans and into my briefs, (his briefs). He gets as much of his hand onto my cock and balls as he can. I watch as Austin's other hand pulls open the buttons of my fly. While still holding onto my cock with one hand, Austin tries to pull down my pants with the other. I lift my butt off the bed and help him push my jeans and briefs down around my ankles.
Austin starts stroking my now hard cock. I take both of my hands and unzip Austin's jeans. I pull his pants down to his ankles, but his boxers, (my boxers), get snagged on his erection.
"Shit." Now his hard dick is poking through the pee slot and I'm not getting those boxers off of Austin without some cooperation from him. In the meantime, Austin continues to stroke me and I feel like I'm going to cum long before I solve this problem, so I give up and start stoking his cock.
Austin leans back and closes his eyes. He stops doing me. I slip my other hand into the leg of his boxers, (my boxers), and play with his balls.
"Fuck Baker, that feels good."
I look up at Austin and then back down at his cock. I love how his balls feel in my hand. I have an urge to just start licking them, but before I can work up the courage, Austin says, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I start flicking the bottom of his balls with my fingers. Austin pulls up his shirt to expose his abs, then starts spurting his load onto them.
Now it's my turn to cum. Austin is still lying on his back with his eyes closed. I don't want to disturb his contentment, so I start jacking my dick myself.
Austin sits up and grabs my wrist. "Let me do that, Baker." His shirt has fallen back down and I can see wet spots of cum soaking through the fabric.
He lifts his shirt up and gathers as much of his spent cum as he can and slathers it onto my cock. He positions his head over the top of my dick. At first I think he's about to go down on me, but then a big load of saliva stretches out of his mouth and onto my cock.
He starts spreading the mixture of cum and spit all over my shaft and cock-head with his hand. The feeling is so intense, I gasp and arch my back.
Then Austin starts sliding his fist slowly up and down. He changes to a backhanded grip, where his thumb is now nearest the base of my cock. As he moves his hand up the shaft and over the head, he squeezes his fingers. I can't hold back a second longer and I start shooting my load.
Austin's backhanded grip has my dick pointing away from me. As I cum, he squeezes tighter and the constriction sends my load shooting far out into his room. I can hear it plopping onto the carpet with each successive spurt.
This concerns me a bit. I have always been very careful where I leave my wad, either in a Kleenex, or in the toilet, or down the shower drain, or amogst the ferns in the back part of our property. Austin seems indifferent about the mess we've made on his rug.
As I am lying there, Austin stands and pulls off his shirt. He uses it to clean himself up and then tosses it to me.
As I am using his dirty tee to clean off his cum and spit from my cock, Austin duck walks over to the hamper with his pants still around his ankles and his softening dick sticking out of his fly of his boxers, (my boxers) and digs into the hamper and pulls out a pair of his briefs.
Much to my relief, he uses the briefs to wipe up my cum from his bedroom carpet.
Austin tosses his briefs back into the hamper. I walk over to the hamper and put his cum soaked tee into it. I notice at the foot of his bed there is a large spot of my cum. I say, "Austin, I think you missed a spot."
Austin then takes his stockinged foot and rubs it back and forth across the spot. He looks up at me and smiles. "Got it."
Okay, I realize I'm a bit anal, right? So I totally ignore the fact that Austin has just spread my cum around and did nothing to actually clean it up. It's not my bedroom. It's not my bedroom, dammit.
We go back to work on our Vietnam War term paper.
At around 3pm that Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Healey, sends Austin a text saying dinner is ready.
We've been snacking all day long, but I can definitely go for something a little more substantial to eat. It is still lightly raining as we take the outside stairs down to the kitchen. I meet Austin's dad. He is solidly built, if not a little overweight.
Mr. Healey is the swing shift foreman at a company that makes ocean going barges. He is ready to go to work after we eat.
We have an awesome home cooked meal. I could not stop telling Mrs. Healey how amazing her cooking is. Between me, Austin and his dad, there is pretty much nothing left over.
Mrs. Healey insists I eat the last piece of roast beef. I protest, but then Austin and his dad join in. As I am eating the last of the roast, Austin belches, then his dad belches even louder and they both start laughing. They look at me expectantly. I oblige them with a really loud and long belch. Austin high fives me and his dad says, "Now that's what I'm talking about".
Then Austin's mom stands up and we get quiet. I'm thinking she's about to read us the riot act. With a straight face and a really sweet voice she says, "I'm so fucking proud of my boys." Then she smiles and we all start cracking up.
Mr. Healey kisses Mrs. Healey and then he gives Austin a big hug before leaving for work. He extends his hand to me and I go to shake it, but then he pulls me in for a hug too. It's a little awkward, but I'm surprised I am enjoying it.
We start cleaning up and Austin's mom asks if I will be staying another night. Before I can say anything Austin says, "Yes".
She then says, "Will you call your mom so I can talk to her?" I assume Mrs. Healey wants to see how my mom feels about me spending all weekend here.
I explain to her that my mom is on a business trip in Beijing and my dad lives in Florida. Mrs. Healey looks worried, so I consult my phone. I say, "It's 7am on Sunday in Beijing right now. I can email her assistant with the details and have her call you on your phone when she has time."
Mrs. Healey thanks me. Then I ask, "Can Austin drive me to my house so I can get some of my things?"
She says, "Of course. I think you boys need a break from all the hard work you've been doing anyway."
Austin and I just grin at each other.
In the car Austin asks, "Where to, Baker?"
"Do you know how to get to Skyline Boulevard?"
"Shit, you live on Skyline?"
"Not exactly, I live on a side street off of Skyline called Baker Parkway."
"Fuck Baker. What are you, like millionaires or something."
"Something like that."
"You better put your address into the navigation system."
So we start heading up into the West Hills. On the drive over I tell Austin about all the security cameras on the property and that we should probably assume we are being watched while we are there.
Austin says, "You mean I can't grab your cock or stick my tongue down your throat?"
I know Austin was joking, but I become serious. "I expect if anyone finds out we're fooling around, I probably won't be allowed to spend the night again."
Austin says nothing.
As we approach my house, I open the gate using an app on my phone and we drive in. We stop and watch the gate close behind us before we head up the drive. You can't see my house yet, but to the right, through the trees, you can get little peeks of the river far down below us and the city lights off in the distance. Then the driveway curves around to the left and we suddenly come into full view of the house.
It's an ultra modern glass and concrete home designed by a world renowned architect back in the 60's. I had turned on all the lights with my phone just before we arrived. Austin stops the car and softly says, "Holy fucking shit."
We park in front. I disarm and unlock the door. Austin is obviously impressed. My mom has had some high profile parties here and even the most worldly people can't help but being impressed with this house.
Austin says, "Where are the cameras?"
"Follow me." We go down the hall, make a couple of turns and walk down some stairs. I punch the code into a keypad and a door clicks open. I hold out my hand. "After you."
"Shit Baker, there must be a hundred screens in here."
"One hundred and twelve to be exact."
"Really?"
"I haven't a fucking clue."
The walls are covered in monitors showing every part of the property including inside the house.
Austin asks, "Where's your bedroom?"
I sit down at the console and pull up a view of a hallway and door on the main screen. "That's the door to my bedroom." Then I bring up another view. "That's my balcony and glass doors into my bedroom." Then I pull up a view of a bank of floor to ceiling windows. "Those are some of the windows to my bedroom." I pan the camera around. The lights are on and we can see inside. Then I grab my phone and enter a couple of commands and we can see white cotton shades coming up from the floor cutting off our view.
Austin asks, "Are there any cameras inside your bedroom?"
"I doubt it. Lets go."
I give Austin a quick tour as we head up to my room. The house is minimally furnished with modern designer furniture and expensive high concept art pieces. It is predominately white with little pops of color throughout. There isn't any clutter, it's clean and crisp. We go upstairs to my bedroom and go inside.
"Shit Baker, your bedroom is as big as my house."
"Fuck you, no it's not."
"It's fucking huge though."
"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't see my closet then."
Austin pushes past me and goes into my closet. "Damn Baker, your closet is bigger than my bedroom."
I was about to deny Austin's statement, but then realized he was probably right. So I keep my mouth shut and start putting clean clothes into a small leather duffel bag. I go to a drawer by the door and pull out a bottle of Wet. I show it to Austin and raise my eyebrows up and down a couple of times before I put it into the bag.
Austin says, "What's that, hair gel?"
"No, it's Wet, you know, personal lubricant."
"Personal what now?"
"Remember when you jacked me off with your cum and spit and how slippery that was?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"Fuck you. This lubricant is like 10 times more slick."
"Really?"
"Take out your cock."
Austin unzips his jeans and pulls his dick through the fly. I'm a little surprised that he just did it, no questions asked. I'm still adjusting to the fact that I'm getting VIP access to his dick. I stare at it and I can see it starting to get thicker and lifting it's head up a bit. I look at Austin. He is grinning.
He says, "Well Baker?"
I grab the bottle of Wet with one hand and hold onto Austin's dick with the other and apply a liberal amount of lube. Then I turn Austin around to face the mirror. I am now behind Austin. I am pushed up tight against his back with one arm wrapped around his chest and my other hand slowly squeezing his cock, which is now totally hard. Both Austin and I are watching this in the mirror.
I say, "See, a lot more slippery than spit and cum."
Even though the closet is big, it seems really intimate. It has a low ceiling and is surrounded on all sides by clothes. It also has a thick wool carpet on the floor. There is no outside noise at all. The acoustics in here are good enough for a professional recording studio.
Austin doesn't say anything. His breathing is heavy and loud and I can hear the lube making a squishy sound. I'm squeezing my fist across Austin's dick slowly. I can tell Austin is getting close. Then Austin says, "I'm getting close Baker."
I realize there is no place for him to shoot his load except onto the carpet. I forcibly push him towards the mirror. I'm getting some resistance from him, I don't think he wants to do anything to interrupt his orgasm, but I am persistent and just as I push the head of his dick up against the mirror, he starts shooting.
Most of Austin's load stays on the mirror, thank god.
Austin turns around and faces me. I notice his dick is still oozing a little cum and it's dripping onto the carpet. Before I can say anything, Austin says, "Take out your cock Baker."
My dick is already hard and so instead of trying to get it through the fly I just pull my pants and briefs down around my ankles. Austin finds the lube and starts squeezing it directly from the bottle onto my dick. A bunch of it gets onto the carpet. He gets behind me. He has not put his cock back inside his pants and it is still mostly hard and as he gets behind me it pokes me right in my asshole. I involuntarily jump forward.
I believe he might have penetrated me just a little bit.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry Baker. I didn't mean to do that."
Austin and I look at each others' reflection in the mirror. His face has turned bright red and he looks worried. I reach behind me, grab Austin's cock and lift it up a bit while backing into him. His cock is now pointing skyward and resting snugly between my ass cheeks. I say, "How's that?"
"That works, thanks Baker." Austin wraps his arms around me and grabs my cock with both hands. He starts sliding them up and down my shaft. I slowly move my hips back and forth. Austin's cock is still slippery with lube and it starts sliding between my butt cheeks. He presses harder against me and I can feel his shaft rub up against my hole.
Austin is now completely hard again and he starts thrusting his cock faster between my cheeks and moving his hands faster on my cock. At the same time he walks me closer to the mirror until the head of my dick is pushed up against the spot where he shot his load.
The sensation of Austin's hands slipping up and down my cock and his cock sliding across my hole, coupled with the head of my dick rubbing in Austin's cum on the mirror, triggers my balls and I start shooting my load.
My cum gets mixed in with Austin's and stays mostly on the mirror. Austin has stopped thrusting, but his cock feels super hard. As we watch my spent cum slowly dribble down the mirror, Austin moves his hips slightly and his cock slides between my cheeks some more. He looks at me and I can tell he wants to finish this way, so I nod and say, "Go ahead."
Austin lets go of my cock and holds me so tightly in a big bear hug that I can barely breath. He starts thrusting faster and faster. His slippery cock is sliding between my slippery ass cheeks. His hot breath is on the side of my face. He says "Fuck Baker", and a moment later I can feel his hot jizz squirting against my lower back.
We stay still for a moment, then break apart. I pull up my pants. The lube is beginning to dry and is getting sticky. There is cum stuck to my back and shirt. Austin has to unsnap the top button of his jeans to put his gooey dick back inside his pants. He has cum on the front of his shirt.
Austin follows me into my bathroom. He says, "Jesus, look at the size of this bathroom." Then he notices my shower. "Holy shit Baker, you could get the whole football team in that shower."
"Only the offense, I wasn't able to get the defensive team in there at the same time."
"Funny." He nods towards the shower, "Can we?"
I go to the control panel and turn it on. Water starts coming out of 9 different nozzles at varying heights and angles. Austin strips down quickly and puts his hand in the water. "Shit Baker, it's already hot." He steps into the center and says, "Oh my fucking god."
I strip down too and before I get in I turn out the lights. There is a floor to ceiling, wall to wall window on the far side of the shower and as the lights automatically dim down in the bathroom, the lights from the city skyline come into view.
Austin just says, "Fuck Baker."
Austin and I probably spent 40 minutes in the shower just enjoying the luxurious sensation of the hot water coming at us from all directions while taking our time getting really acquainted with each others' bodies. There isn't much ambient light to get a good look, but our hands are definitely more than adequate to make up for that deficiency.
After the shower we get out and I turn the lights back on. Austin says, "I can't believe we never ran out of hot water."
I just shrug and toss him a warm towel. "Shit Baker, heated towels too?"
Our clothes are in a pile on the bathroom floor. They are dirty and somewhat sticky with cum and lube. Austin is going through the pile separating mine from his. We are both squeaky clean and I can tell that he is reluctant to put them back on, as am I.
I say, "Hey Austin, why don't I find us some clean clothes to wear?"
"I was hoping you would say that, Baker"
We go back into my closet, still completely naked and I find a blue pair and a green pair of Adidas track suits I've never worn. I can't even remember when I got them. I think my mom had them shipped to me for my birthday last year while she was on a business trip in Moscow, or was it Budapest?
We put them on without any underwear. The soft fabric feels good against my skin. Austin says, "Wow baker, these are nice."
We stand side by side in front of the mirror. Austin has a big grin on his face, he says, "We look like an old married couple in matching outfits."
"I can find something else."
"Don't you dare. I like it." Then Austin gives me a sweet kiss on the neck.
We put our shoes on our bare feet. I gather up Austin's dirty clothes and put them in my duffel bag. I start putting my dirty clothes into a hamper, when I get to my boxers that Austin has been wearing, he takes them out of my hands and says, "I'm keeping these." Then he opens my duffel bag puts them in and pulls out his briefs that I've been wearing and says, "You can have these in exchange."
We get back to Austin's house around 7:30pm. Before we get out of the car I ask Austin if his mom might think it strange that he is wearing some of my clothes. "Nope, she's already in bed." Then Austin points to a window on the far side of the house. It is dark except for a flickering light from the television. He then texts her that we are home and a moment later she texts him back that there is some apple pie warming in the oven and ice cream in the fridge.
From the car we go directly to the kitchen which smells like cinnamon and baked apples. Austin looks in the oven and pulls out two bowls with generous slices of pie, he then tops them off with vanilla ice cream and we take our stuff up to his bedroom. As we go up the stairs that lead to his bedroom over the garage the drizzling rain turns into a downpour and we run the rest of the way up and get inside before we get too wet.
The bedroom is dimly lit by a small lamp next to the bed. I drop the duffel bag on the floor and Austin hands me one of the bowls with pie and ice cream. He kicks off his shoes, goes over to the bed and sits on it cross legged. I do the same, facing Austin. The room is quiet except for the muffled sound of rain on the roof.
The ice cream has partially melted on the pie. We both dig in. The pie and ice cream are so good I kind of moan and say, "This is the best pie I've ever had."
"My mom's won prizes for her pie at the State Fair."
"Is this ice cream home made?"
"Yep."
"How come you're not obese already?"
"Jogging, weight lifting and of course jacking off three times a day."
We both laugh, then we don't say anything else until finished.
When we are done Austin takes the bowls and sets them outside on the landing. He says the rain can rinse them out. Austin asks me what kind of music I like.
I start to tell him, but he interrupts me and says, "Play them on my speaker". So I log onto his wifi and connect my phone to his speaker and load up a play list of my favorites.
The first song is an oldie, "Believe" by Cher, I love vintage dance music. As the song comes on, I'm a little bit embarrassed by my choice. I think Austin will hate it. Austin is looking at me as the music starts. The intro is maybe a little mild and slow, then the beat picks up and Cher's voice comes in and Austin starts nodding his head. Then she starts singing "No Matter How Hard I Try" and Austin jumps off the bed and starts dancing.
Austin is a natural athlete and it really shows in how amazing he dances. I'm not that gifted of an athlete, but I have been watching music videos and old time musicals, like West Side Story, Seven Brides For Seven Brothers and Rent, all my life. I know a little bit about dancing. So I jump off the bed and start matching dance moves with Austin.
Now, I know Austin is super competitive. I've been following his athletic "career" for years. So when Austin sees that I can dance as good as he can, he ups his game and starts really pouring on the moves.
I demonstrate that I can do them better than he can and when Backstreet Boys most amazing song ever comes on, "Everybody" I get really wild. Austin doesn't have a fucking chance in out dancing me.
We are both sweating now. I'm getting over heated and I unzip my top and toss it onto the floor. Austin follows suit. Then, of course, he ups his game and strips off his bottoms.
Now Austin is super naked and dancing crazy and his cock is wildly flopping around.
So I, of course, take off my pants, but I do it in a super smooth dance move and at the end, toss them right into his face.
We are both completely fucking naked. I get distracted by Austin's cock and I trip and land on the bed.
Austin is wiped out also and he just plops himself down on the bed next to me. His body is pressed up hard against my body. I'm aware of his body odor and of his body heat.
The music continues onto the next song and I find my phone and turn it off. The room is suddenly quiet except for the sound of the rain striking the roof.
Austin turns and looks into my eyes. I'm looking right back at him. At this moment in time I realize that I am completely and unconditionally in love with Austin. I want to say it, that I love him, but I'm afraid.
Then Austin says, "I love you, Baker."
I look into his eyes, then I say it. "I love you too, Austin." Then I shout at the top of my lungs, "I love you, Austin!"
Then Austin shouts so loudly, that he almost bursts my eardrums, "I LOVE YOU BAKER!"
We completed our term paper the next day. Austin had told his mom we needed more time and asked if I could stay overnight next weekend. Of course it was fine with her.
Austin and I never told anybody about our relationship. We were afraid his mom would not let us spend the night together ever again. However I did spend the night at Austin's almost every weekend from that point on, ostensibly working on our term paper.
The phrase, "Working on our term paper", became code for us for sex.
One time at lunch in the cafeteria, I heard Austin tell his buddies that he couldn't go snowboarding with them this weekend, because he had to work on his term paper with Baker. Then he got this big grin on his face and looked directly at me from across the cafeteria.
Austin and I got an A on our term paper on The Vietnam War. And as horrible and awful as that war was and as much death and suffering as that war has caused, at least it played a major role in creating a special bond of love and happiness between two boys. What more can you ask for from a war?
by H.T. Bruhaus Feb. 20th, 2019 email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com
This is my third story on Nifty. My two others are: Neil and Rocky. Gay/College Dated Feb. 5th, 2019 Moss Cum Rock. Gay/Camping Dated Feb. 10th, 2019