As much as I wanted this kiss to happen, I pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. A thousand thoughts raced through my already confused mind. Did he really want this too? Was I dreaming or was this real? Was he still drunk? Did he mean for that to happen? Did he think I was someone else? As I thought about all these things, I forgot he was even there. When I realized he was still there, he had a pain and confused look on his face.
"Justin, are you ok?" He seemed really concerned. I was still confused. Perhaps this whole thing was some trap or joke. He knew I was gay, I trusted him enough to tell him almost a year ago. Did he and Kristy and all his friends try to trap me with the party and now with the kiss? I was so confused. I got up from the bed still with only the towel around my waist.
"I'm sorry Cam. I need to go. This, this just isn't right." I realized then that I didn't have any clothes with me. They were all wet from last night. "Damn! My clothes are still wet!" I shook my head and sank down in the nearest chair, with my head in my hands.
"What happened last night? Why are your clothes wet?" Oh my gosh. He doesn't remember a thing from last night. He must have been to drunk to remember.
"Never mind. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt, shorts, and underwear?"
He shook his head. "Go ahead man. I don't mind." So I picked up the clothes that he knocked off the bed last night and put them on. I grabbed my wallet, keys, and cell phone and started to leave him room. He just sat on his bed, looking at me with a hurt expression. Before I left the room, I turned to him.
"By the way, your car is at Kristy's house."
I left the room and walked down the stairs, finally reaching the front door. Before I could open it, I heard someone running down the stairs.
"Justin! Stop!" I froze and closed my eyes. I really didn't want to deal with this right now. But I turned around anyways.
We looked at each other. I could see a lot through his eyes. He was confused, hurt, scared. I could tell he could see the same thing in my eyes. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and we sat down, just looking into each other's eyes.
"Justin, why? Why are you leaving? Please stay." I couldn't believe what I was wearing. He wanted me here. Almost as if his feelings towards me were the same as mine toward him -- love.
"Cameron, I can't do this. I mean, you could still be drunk. It would be like taking advantage of you, and I couldn't do that. Or this is a trap. I just don't know." I kept on rambling, the dumbest stuff imaginable coming from my mouth. I don't know why I was doing this.
"Justin, stop!" I don't understand. I do not remember a thing about last night. Tell me, please." I could see it in his eyes he really had no idea what had happened -- he was totally confused and helpless. Just like last night, which is what drew me towards him. I told him everything -- Kristy's party, finding him drunk in the bathroom, him throwing up, me taking him home, the shower incident, me waking up to find him snuggled up against me with his arm around my waist, the kiss. Somewhere in the midst of this, he took my hand and held it. I didn't even notice until I looked down and saw it. I looked back at him and he smiled at me.
"Justin, stop worrying. I want this. I can promise you I'm not drunk and this isn't a trap. I wouldn't do that to you." His voice seemed so certain and his eyes confirmed it. He wasn't lying. At that moment, I knew that kiss meant so much. I smiled and a tear fell from my eyes. He wiped it off and pulled me in for a hug. I've gotten a lot of hugs in my life, but never one like that. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity before we let go. I looked at him and he looked at me, and then we kissed just as passionate as before. Tongues colliding and hands roaming, it was the most romantic thing I had ever felt and it just seemed so right.
We pulled apart and he grabbed my hand again. He led me up to his room and we went over to the bed. We kissed again and again. I couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. Next thing I knew, we were both as naked as the day we were born. I stood up and looked down at him. He was the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Not only was he beautiful on the outside -- blonde hair, perfect body, hairless arms and legs, and the most beautiful eyes and smile I have ever seen -- he was even more beautiful on the inside -- amazing personality, friendly, charming, romantic, sweet, intelligent. Totally everything I want in a guy was sitting in front of me.
I sat back down and he pulled me in for another kiss. This time, he had his hands on my waist and literally picked me up and put me on top of him. He still kissed while our erections were smashed into each other. The heat around our groins was so intense it could cook a steak. We kissed and our hands began to roam all over. My hands were on his strong, muscular back, feeling every muscle ripple as we kissed over and over. His hands were in between the two of us, pushing our erections together. I moaned into his mouth and was silence by his tongue. I got off of him and we laid side by side, my left leg atop his right leg. We kissed more and more as we held each other's hard cocks and worked them with so much passion and lust. I could feel my orgasm climb in my balls and his breathe became shallow and he began to pant. We were both so close! My primal instincts took over and just as I was about to scream with pleasure, his mouth enveloped mine and it suppressed my screams! My cock exploded all over me, as did his all over himself.
By the time we had both stopped cumming, I had nothing left in me. I was covered in cum from my neck to my balls -- so was he. He grabbed my hand yet again and led me to the shower where we cleaned each other and just held each other close for what was close to two hours.
Cameron and I continued this relationship for almost two weeks. He wanted it to be kept a secret, so none of even my closest friends who I trust with everything knew. He just didn't want to ruin his reputation. I, on the other hand, could care less. I wanted to scream to the world from the rooftops my love for Cameron! But I kept it hidden because its what he wanted and I wanted him to be happy.
About two weeks after that amazing night and morning, I was walking down the hall at school at the end of the day after Winter Break and saw Cameron surrounded by all his friends. I had agreed I would not talk to him at school if all his friends were around. As I walked past, I slowed down so I could hear what they were saying.
"Cam, we need to talk to you about something. We all think something is going on between you and Justin. I know ya'll are friends and stuff, but we think it might be something more. Are you gay?"
I stopped dead in my track and looked over. They didn't see me and neither did Cam. I listened to what he had to say.
"What are you guys talking about? Me, gay? Yeah, right. There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Justin. I really don't know what you are talking about. We aren't even friends. I only know him from Biology freshman year."
I was floored. Was he that embarrassed and worried about his reputation that he'd even say we weren't friends? I turned around and completely decided not to meet him where we always met after school. I headed straight for the parking lot. I was halfway out to my truck when I heard a honk behind me. I turned around to see Cameron in his car. I turned back around and kept walking. He came up next to me and rolled down his window.
"Justin, get in. Please." I rolled my eyes and got in the passenger side. We rode in silence to my car and he pulled into the empty spot next to it. He parked the car and turned to me.
"Justin, I know you heard what I said in the hall. I saw you." Before he could say anything else, I put up my hand.
"Shut up. Don't you say a word. There isn't anything you can say that I haven't already heard. You made it perfectly clear in the hall. You are ashamed of what we have and you even denied we were friends. You care about your reputation so much you'd completely write me out of your public life to protect it? Forget it, Cam. I want nothing to do with you." I got out of the car and slammed the door, walking over to my truck. He drove off without another word. I got in and shut the door, turned on the car, and just sat there. I put my hands on the steering wheel and stared out of the window for a couple minutes. I was startled back to reality by a knock on my window...
To Be Continued!
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