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"And how are you and Craig doing, dear? Are you still getting along - uh - as well?"
She knew!
"Mom! What are you saying?" I had to be sure.
"Are you - Chris, do you think you are in love?"
"Omigosh, Mom! How did you -? Does Dad know?"
Did Seth tell her?
"Oh, sweetie, the way you two looked at each other! I could tell right away. Your father knows, but he is having a hard time with it. But he's all right, I think. He's worried about your brother, though."
"Worried about what?" I asked.
"Well, I think he is worried that your brother may be going the same route."
"Do you think so, Mom?"
"Oh, how can one say? He's seventeen. He dates a different girl every week. He doesn't hang with the guys much - no close friends."
"Just like me, huh?" I said. "Have him call me, k?"
"Okay, dear. I love you. Bye!"
Thus endeth Chapter 9. Readeth on, thou wonderful folk!
Chapter 10
New years not long behind us, the Valentines dance was looming up close in our future.
"Why can't you?" Al asked. "If I guessed, don't you think others have too?"
"Yeah, but I -" I stopped and looked at Craig. He nodded. "We are just not ready to take that - step."
"You know," Rob added, "that it will not affect our friendship and love for you."
"And others - those who matter - won't care either." Al said.
"Thanks for your support - and your concern - guys." Craig spoke up. "Even if Chris was ready - and it's obvious he's not - I'm not even close to being ready to be out."
"Out of the closet - in the closet!" Al continued, "I just don't get it! What's the big deal? The people who matter already know, and we all love you deeply. Do you think others will react so differently?"
"I know they will!" Said Rob. She looked at him incredulously. "I have been called fag as ling as I can remember. I know how it makes me feel! I can't even imagine how it must be to - er - actually be -"
"Go ahead, Rob, you can say it - We're gay!" I said. "You see, Al, even as much as Rob loves and understands us, he can't even get himself to call us gay! And Craig isn't even sure yet. He isn't sure if it's a phase that he missed and he just needs to experience it, or whether he is bi or flaming gay!"
"Calm down Chris," Rob said. He didn't take to me yelling at his girl. "She was only trying to - well, you know she loves you almost as much as I do - she wants only the best for you both. I know I do. I guess maybe we DON'T understand fully. We just hate to see you have to stay home from the Sweetheart's Ball on Valentines night. It will be so much fun!"
"If you stay out extra late," Craig said, in his most lecherous voice and looking alluringly at me, "Maybe we can have a nice, fun time by ourselves, alone in our room!" Everyone laughed except Rob, who turned red. That Rob is so CUTE! I still get the hots for him when he looks like that!
Rob continued, "Hey! Maybe you can both get dates for that night, and -"
"Don't you get it, Sveethardt," Al said, "Zey vahnt to be alohn! Don' yoo vahnt to be alohn mit me?!" Delivered in her best Marlene Dietrich voice! That evoked more laughter, even from Rob, and if possible he turned an even deeper shade of red.
The night of the dance, Craig and I helped Rob get ready. He picked up his tux, and we fawned over him like the three fairies who attended Sleeping Beauty. Bippety-Boppety-Boo, and he was looking like Prince Charming. Well it wasn't quite THAT easy. I gave him a hair trim. His hair had grown to a nice length to part on the side, and I slicked it down with hair goo for him.
Craig shaved him as smooth as a baby's butt! We made him wear a jock strap 3 sizes (!) too small, so his crotch would be as flat as his abdomen. Craig joked that he should use some potassium nitrate (salt peter) to make sure his erogenous zone was as gentlemanly as he was. He thought that was a good idea.
"Where can I get some?"
We poo pooed the idea. "Too late now, Mr. Horny!" Craig said. Rob of course blushed.
"Well, I'm not going to be able to use "it" anyway!" He said.
"Not able?" Craig said. Don't you mean `afraid'?"
"I'm serious about keeping my virginity until I'm married."
"Hold still, pretty boy, while I pin on this boutonnière. There, `perfecto!'" I said.
Craig whistled, "Tweet-too-ee-o! You look good enough to eat! I want some of that!"
"Not before I do!" I said
Rob checked himself out in the full length mirror on the door. "I do look pretty good, don't I?"
"Now get out of here, and have a kick-ass time!" Craig said. "and Chris and I will have a mrnft!" I closed my hand firmly across his mouth!
As soon as Rob was out the door, Craig grabbed me and kissed me almost violently. I was not ready, but I didn't fight it! As we were thus embracing, Rob poked his head back in. "You guys have a good time too - oh!
You've already started!" He turned red and added, "Are you SURE you want to be alone tonight?"
"Are you SURE" Craig said, "you don't want us to mess you up? We could do it together!" He closed the door. Craig locked it behind him!
"Alone at last!" Craig said.
"Not only alone, but I think every guy in the dorm is gone to the dance!"
Craig grabbed me by the hand. He led me into the bathroom. He first pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed each nipple gently, and then went directly to my belt. That undone, he looked up into my eyes as he unbuttoned my Levi's one button at a time. When he reached the bottom, my package was forcing my cotton briefs out into the opening in my Levy's. He first blew on it then sucked a little at the bulging cotton, then pushed the jeans down and removed them at the same time as my socks. I was standing there in my briefs. I loved every minute of this. I had wanted it for so long. He was doing something totally new to him - and to me.
I pulled him up and put my lips on his. As his tongue entered my mouth, my hand was under his shirt, caressing his back. I shrugged it up and off, our lips only parting long enough to get the shirt by them. With our bare chests joining, an electric shock shot through my body, and by the thumping I felt from under his fly, I knew he was feeling the same sensation. His hands were on my back, and mine wandered down to his ample package, straining to be free. I fumbled a little with his top button, but then unzipped and his trousers dropped to the floor of their own accord.
He stepped out of them and as his boner was popping out the fly in his boxers, I set it free, by lowering them down to where he could kick free of them. Only my briefs were left, and he made quick work of ridding me of them. We stood for a moment, just looking at each other's form. Both of us were pretty trim, but I had some love handles, whereas he was firm and had a well defined six-pack. His biceps were more develpped than mine, too.
"My god, you have to be the most gorgeous man I have ever seen!" I said.
"Ditto!" he said as he picked me up and carried me to the shower. He deftly stepped in, and set me down. He turned on the faucet, and I jumped as the cold water hit my lower legs. I ran into Craig, and pressed him against the back wall of the shower, with my body. He laughed and kissed my nose. He then wrangled out and adjusted the shower flow.
"OOO! I said, You like it HOT!"
"That's not the only thing I like hot! And you, son, are about the hottest thing I can think of right now!"
"Is that why you're flying your flag so high?" I asked?
"Wait right here!" he commanded. He stepped out of the shower, reached under the sink and retrieved a plastic bottle with a hook at the top, and a hose at the bottom.
"A douche!" I exclaimed! "You have doing some private research?"
He stepped in and filled the bag up with water, adding a little drop of shampoo. He hung it and told me to put it in it's intended orifice. We both cleaned out until the water came out clear.
Craig then stowed the bag, etc. and then grabbed a wash cloth and soaped it up. "Close your eyes, Christy!" He said.
"Oh, I love that! Gunt called me Chrissy, and I hated that, but I loved it when you called me Christy! My little brother calls me that sometimes! I wish there was something I could call you!"
"Call me anything, just don't call me late for - for - for SEX!"
I laughed out loud! "I thought you were going to say `dinner'!"
"I might like to make a meal of you!" he said hungrily! "Now, as I said, close your eyes." I did as I was told. He gently washed my face, using circular motions, and being sure none of the soap got in my eyes. He rinsed my face and kissed my wet forehead, cheeks, nose and then mouth.
Then he washed my neck and back. He turned me around, squatted down and sucked on my hardness momentarily, then washed my chest, stomach and pubes.
He took extra care at my tits, my pubic hair and them my dick and balls. He was so gentle - and knew exactly how to wash them without hurting them.
He knelt back down and washed my legs, being ever so gentle with the tender insides of my thighs. As he washed my ankles and feet, he continually sucked on my woody, but very slowly and gently so as not to arouse me "too much".
Then he came back to my face and kissed it all over again until he ended at my lips. His tongue was so soft, and felt so nice on my own! He then poured shampoo on my head. My hair was cropped short, but he scrubbed it just enough to stimulate it and clean it. Then he rinsed my head. As the water was coursing over my face, he slurped at it with his tongue.
Then, leading me out of the shower spray, he took the bar of soap and rubbed it in his pubes, to a very thick, soapy lather. He dipped his hand in it and spread it on my lower face. Then he grabbed the razor and shaved me like he had Rob, leaving me as soft and smooth as any baby's butt! He rubbed his scratchy, as yet unshaved face on it a little, just for good measure, then rinsed me all off.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I asked, "You seem to know what you are doing!"
"I'm only doing what I would like to have done to me, that's all."
"So, is that my cue?" He leaned against the back wall and closed his eyes. I tried my best to duplicate what he had done. For all my years of suspecting and then knowing I was gay, I had never been intimate with another man before. My forced sex with Gunt was certainly not what anyone would call intimate, and even my former bouts with Craig were nothing compared to this. I knew I was in love. I hoped he felt the same.
I finished him off with a close shave, as he had with me. We embraced again, very closely. We were both in heaven, and it felt like some magical spell had overtaken us. We were so very gentle with each other and everything we did, as if anything more overt might break the spell. We got out of the shower, and I grabbed a clean towel, and toweled him off first. I only patted his genitals dry, as if they were fine china. When I finished with him, I was already almost air dried, but he dried off what was left.
We both stood together, in our glory, at the sink and brushed, then flossed our own teeth. Then we inspected each others mouth with our tongue. Our teeth were slick. Our breath was sweet.
Then he easily picked me back up and carried me to the bed. He put on some very low music and lay down facing me. It seemed an eternity that we just gazed deeply into each other's eyes. I knew how I felt, but was afraid to say anything to break the spell. Especially I did not want to say anything that committed my true feelings to him, until I was surer about his own.
"Christy?"
"Yes?" My breathing and my heart almost stopped.
"I don't know how to say this. I am feeling things I have never felt before. It feels so natural and so good - in my whole body - but it also feels - somehow - wrong." Tears were forming in his eyes. Was the magic leaving us?
"Go on, my - my -" I wanted to say sweetheart, but was too afraid. "Go on."
"Christy, I - I don't want to give you too much - er - hope - or something. I can tell - it is so evident to me - that you - love - er - yes, that you love me." I held my breath forever, it seemed, waiting for him to say whatever it was he was trying to express.
"I think, Christy, my sweet lover," My God, he was saying exactly what I was thinking! "I think I am falling in love with you!"
I reached over and touched his face. "How can anything that feels this good be wrong, Baby?" Tears were flowing freely down both faces by this time.
"I love you so much." He said. "I want everything to be perfect tonight. That way, if I wake up and it's all a dream, I will at least have the dream."
My hand caressed down his face to put my finger across his lips. "Shhh, Baby! It's not a dream" I whispered. "I love you too - more than I ever knew was possible!"
Then I kissed the tears away from his face, and felt his wet eyelashes tickling, kissing my cheeks. I found his mouth, explored the slippery, slick hardness of his teeth, the softness of his warm, inviting tongue. His tongue swirled around my own before pushing into my own eager mouth. I could taste his own wonderful, peculiar taste, smell his own wonderful, peculiar smell. One of his hands was caressing my short hair, the other the fine hair on my chest. He swirled his finger round and round each nipple. He wet his finger and teased them each to hard erection. My hand was on the soft fur of his butt, playfully swiping at the top and in-between the cheeks. My other hand massaged his neck, my fingers working like pistons in the relaxed muscle mass of his upper back and shoulders.
Craig let out a deep, shuddering sigh, which triggered one of my own. Then he lowered his head to lay on my chest. He flicked his tongue out and swiped at my nipple. I flinched and let out a small gasp. He then drew himself over on top of me, and sucked on that nipple, gently gnawing on the outer rings as he pulled it into his mouth. I could feel his strong stiffness between my knees, my own pulsing wildly against his stomach. He gave equal service to the other nipple before licking his way down to my navel. He tugged at the hair around my navel with his lips, thoroughly wetting them with his excess of saliva.
He worked his way down my light treasure trail, as I gently caressed his head and ears with my fingers. He reached up and firmly placed each of my hands at m sides. "This is my gift to you!" he whispered. "Just lie still and receive it." As he nosed his way south, his smooth chin grazed the tip of my throbbing Mr. Happy. I gave a quiet little shriek. He blew on it, then lapped at it with his tongue, as I fought to maintain some of my cool. When he licked the strip between my anus and my scrotum, I could not stand it. I writhed, and let out a high pitched shrieked, and grabbed at his head.
"Nah-ah! No hands!" he commanded. I shakily returned them to my sides, only to raise them again and they fairly vibrated, in time with my stomach and legs, as he tickled and teased his was back to the tip of my manhood. He opened his mouth wide and blew hot air as he encircled it and lightly grazed the corona with his lips. I was taking fast short breaths, scarcely able to contain myself. He then took me into him, down to the top of his throat. He repositioned his head and tried to feed it down his throat. He gagged.
"Baby, you don't have to-" I started to say. His finger immediately found my mouth, and with his mouth still full he said, "Sch-slsh-sh-sh". He swallowed hard, then pushed down to my pubes. I heard a very faint, high pitched moan, as he willed his gag reflex to behave. He withdrew and did it again, this time a little easier. Soon he had a rhythm going, and I was nearly out of my mind. He felt spasms starting at my stomach, and stopped, coming up for air. He came up to my face, and looked deeply into my eyes. He could tell I was going to say something, but stopped me again with his finger across my lips.
"You have a hard time just receiving, don't you, my sweetheart!" he almost crooned. He reached under the bed, and brought up a tube of K-Y Jelly. He put it all over his index finger and also some on the opening to my anus. He carefully replaced the cap, then went down on me again, almost having to start all over again with the gagging routine. He slipped his finger gently into my rectum, and easily found my prostate. He started to gently massage it as he took full long strokes with his mouth, coming all the way to my corona before burying his nose in my pubes. Again and again he would stroke my prostate, in time with swallowing my full length. He went faster and faster, pushing harder and harder with his finger with each thrust, until he was like a well-coordinated machine, bobbing and thrusting in perfect time. I was by this time well on the way to leaving my senses. It seemed I could feel every hair on my body tingling in time with my pulsating, turgid rod. Then it began.
It started in my stomach, and spread both directions at once. It nearly strangled me as the intense waves of pleasure coursed through my whole body.
I didn't know it until he told me afterwards, but I forcefully grabbed his head and bucked my hips violently up and down until My whole body was writhing in spasms. Spasms of ecstasy! I came so hard that it felt like some kind of thick gruel, as shot after hot shot spewed in Craig's mouth and down his throat.
When the spasms were finished, he lay completely spent, my quickly softening member still in his mouth for long moments. Then with some effort, he hefted himself higher on my body, peered deeply into my drowsy eyes and kissed me deeply. I could taste the salty flavor of my own nectar, mixed the wonderful taste of my sweetheart. I could smell the sex on his breath, and it was the most heavenly smell I had ever experienced.
He slid down and laid his head on my chest. I opened my legs further, and encircled his torso with them. Then all went gradually dark, as I fell asleep, listening to my lover's slowing breathing, and feeling his heart beat against my stomach.
I can vaguely remember the sweet face of Rob, as he pulled the sheet and blanket over us.
Chapter notes: I felt each nuance of the forgoing, first as I wrote it and then even more strongly, as I proofed it. I hope you caught it too! Any comments are welcome. Please include "Chris" in the subject box. Love, Steve - s4d@hotmail.com