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This story is for you, Mike. I hope it finds its way home.
Chapter 3 HEAT AND LIGHT
Maybe week after our night in the field, Mike rings my doorbell on a Saturday afternoon. His face is bright red, and he's radiating energy; it's like he's soaked up the sun and can't keep from giving off heat. He walks through the door trailing an electrical storm.
"Come see, man. You're not gonna believe how sunburned I got with Jessie today. She was making out with me on the beach for like two hours. I felt her tits the whole time, but she wouldn't let me get my hand in her pants. It was so hot. I'm gonna get there; I am!" He pulls me into my bedroom without asking if anyone else is home, and closes the door.
"Look! " He's pulling his Speedos down to show a white triangle just above his pubic hair. "Can you believe how brown and red I am?" I sit at the foot of my bed, awestruck, but intentionally at eye level when he pulls the swimsuit down to his knees, letting his dick bob in front of my face. He's not completely hard -- his foreskin is still covering the crown -- but he's getting there.
"Mike," I say under my breath, looking up into glittering brown eyes.
"Oh man," is all he responds, reaching for the back of my head.
I want it, this solid, wide column of flesh that feels like nothing I've ever known before. He smells like Coppertone and sun and boy. His eyebrows furrow like he's in pain; his eyes dance with hunger; he's almost vibrating. Mike is a perfectly lithe animal who swells into a dick that aims at my mouth. When I go down on him, we will be the same animal.
Again I taste salty, sweet precum, though I still don't know what to call it.. I've gotten used to the taste of Donny's, but Mike's is different; I like it better. I know that if I suck him for long, there'll be more of it. I know he'll start to breathe hard, then harder, until he starts to come unglued. I can't tell you how much I want this.
Reed...Reed, I'm gonna cum. Oh, God, I'm gonna cum. Take it out, man, or you're gonna eat it. Take it out, Reed; take it...oh...oh...oh fuck...oh fuck!"
Yeah, I decide to swallow. I don't know why. Just because it's Mike. Just because, even though the smell and taste of cum are still not something I'm sure about, this is Mike's cum. And so he fills my mouth with this amazing paste, and the stuff is hot, and I think I'm drowning, but I go ahead and drink it.
"Goddamn...goddamn," I think, "that's Mike. He's inside me."
We're both too surprised to move right away. Then he leans over me until I lie back on the bed, still holding onto his waist, his cock softening in my mouth, his left thigh resting on my chest. But I can't stay this way for long; Mike's too heavy. I push him off, and he rolls onto his back, eyes closed, his breathing even. Asleep? The late afternoon light is turning the air in the room the color of his body. Why can't we live in this color forever? My parents aren't due until after dinner, but I'm worried enough to get up and lock the door.
Mike hasn't stirred when I crawl back onto the bed. Maybe he is asleep. I climb over his body on all fours, not quite touching him, but taking in his beach smell and the heat coming off his skin. His mouth is very full, very red, slightly open, and I suddenly realize I could lean over and kiss him the same way I kiss Lena. I have never considered that boys could kiss before, even with Donny. I think about it for what seems like a long time before I straddle his shoulders with my arms and begin to lower myself, like I'm doing a push-up, until my mouth is an inch from his. His breath is slightly musky. I'm going to do it.
"Gotcha," he yelps, grabbing me and rolling over on top of me to tickle me until I beg him to stop.
"You damn near got kissed, Burrhead," I admit.
"Kissed! Kissed?"
"Yeah, you know, like smack, smack. I just figured out that boys can kiss each other the same way we kiss girls. It's the same equipment, after all."
"Maybe you think it's the same equipment."
"Not THAT equipment. Our mouths. I could kiss you just like I kiss Lena."
"I guess you could. You want that?"
"I dunno. I want to know what it's like...and if I'm going to kiss a boy, it might as well be a boy whose dick I just sucked. Less likely to get the shit beat out of me."
"You are one crazy-assed motherfucker," says Mike. And all of a sudden he covers my mouth with his. It would be okay if he didn't start forcing his tongue, which feels like some huge, wet muscle, down my throat. This is not what I expected; it's more intense, more weird than having his dick in my face. It's too much boy all at once.
"Hey, Mike, wait, wait, wait! Give me a second here. Come back slower, man; this is cross-country, not a 50-yard dash. Yeah...like that. Yeah. Oh yeah."
I know he already has to shave every day, but I haven't thought to expect scratchy hair on Mike's face; it's a hot surprise. It goes with the whole feeling of power that's so different from girls. I hold him as tight as I can until he lets his whole weight sink onto me, moving into my body through my mouth and my skin. I am inside his smell, his taste. Our kisses get stronger from both sides until we are kissing as hard as we were when he started - but this time I'm with him. I am completely with him, and we're going someplace I've never been.
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