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D'n'M Part 4
From Chapter 21:
For five, maybe ten seconds they looked at each other, blurry through their shared tears, then Dan -- Milo would argue for years that it was actually him -- took M's face in both hands, pulled it gently forwards and tenderly, oh so carefully, brought their lips together. It was a moment neither would ever forget but which both would struggle forever to put into words.
Chapter 22:
After what felt like an eternity of timelessness (in reality it was no more than 30 seconds) Milo drew his head back twelve inches or so and looked directly into D's eyes, expecting to see ... what exactly? He had no idea, though he knew he'd recognise it if he saw it. His face was still cradled in D's hands and a wonderfully warm feeling was seeping into his cheeks. He continued looking, scanning D's blue-greys for any sign that he was being had, that this was some sort of cruel and malicious trick being played on him by D as payback for having lied to him for so long. But no, there was nothing in those beautiful eyes other than deep love and abiding affection. INCREDIBLE!!
"It's true, I'm in love with you, too, M. That's what I was gonna tell you but you beat me to it." D's words, his smile, his eyes all conveyed the same message that, by some miracle, Dan Reed was actually, genuinely, indisputably in love with him, Milo de Beer. UNBELIEVABLE!!
"But ... but ... how? Why? I mean, how long have you been gay?"
"I'm not, at least, I don't think I am."
"Huh???"
"I don't look at other guys in the locker-room and get turned on; I don't track good-looking boys at the mall; I don't jerk off thinking about fucking or being fucked by some great muscled hunk or skinny twinkie teen."
"Then I don't understand."
"That makes two of us. What I do understand is that I don't feel about anyone else the way I feel about you; I'm not jealous of anyone else the way I'm jealous of you and Grey together; I don't care about other people's opinion of me the way I care about yours; I don't feel my heart speed up when they come into a room the way it does when you do. I'm in love with you M. That's what I know and even though it's taken a while for me to work it out -- with the help of Please Call Me and Tom -- there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that you're the one I wanna be with, in every possible way." Had he really just said all that? Fuck, it sounded almost grown up! The New Dan Reed rules okay!
"But ..."
"But what?"
"I haven't got tits!"
Of all the things D could imagine M saying at that moment, this wasn't even in the top thousand. "True that," Dan replied with laughter in his voice, "But I can remember certain other body parts that I'd like to get to know better. So can we go home now? I really wanna kiss you some more."
When he heard M's voice on the phone sounding tearful, Gerry was immediately on red alert. Had there been another accident? Had he done something stupid and damaged his leg again? Had D said something to upset him? But M had quickly reassured him that, no, none of those things had happened and that he was to put his overactive, over-protective paternal imagination back in its box, get in the car and give them a ride to D's house. Turning in at the park gates fifteen minutes later, the first thing he noticed as he pulled up was the two boys sitting side by side, holding hands and with their fingers entwined together. At last! He had no idea what had taken them so long but he was completely delighted to see that they'd finally sorted things out and got their double-act together.
Gerry said nothing as the two got into the back of the car other than a friendly, "Hi," to D. He did offer his son a slightly questioning look but got no more reply than a small shake of the head so he didn't push it. Each time he glanced in the rear-view mirror in the five minutes it took to get to the Reed house, all he could see were two teenage boys trying, and failing, not to stare at each other with soppy grins on their faces.
M's attempt at a high-speed shuffle up the steps to the Reed house front porch, clearly desperate to get inside to get on with whatever it was they'd got planned (it didn't take much parental imagining to work out just what, exactly, that was), was one of the funniest things Gerry had seen in a long time but, of course, he didn't dare let his son know that.
"Thanks dad. I'll send you a message when it's time to come and pick me up. See ya." And so he was dismissed, and he couldn't have been more pleased if he'd won the lottery.
Once Gerry had driven off and the two boys had closed the front door behind them it was all they could do not to fall on each other like a pair of Oliver Twists presented with a five-course banquet. In fact, that's exactly what they would have done had Roger Reed not come out of the home-office at that exact moment. Like Gerry a few minutes before, Dan's dad couldn't miss the looks of love-struck adoration that passed between the two boys. He fought, pretty much successfully, to keep a check on his knowing grin. Just wait `til he told his wife, this was one bet he'd actually enjoy losing.
"Hi M, how's it going? Looking forward to going back to school tomorrow?"
Going back to school was the last thing on Milo's mind but he managed to mumble something polite and appropriate before D steered them both towards the stairs.
"Just going to hang out for a while, dad. We'll come down later for something to eat. See ya." And they were gone, leaving Roger grinning widely at the bottom of the stairs. He, too, didn't have to try very hard to work out what was going to be happening as soon as Dan's bedroom door closed behind them.
Upstairs, finally alone together in D's room, the boys made their way over to the bed, more or less falling onto it trapped in each other's arms. This time the kiss was more urgent, harder, full of teenage passion and longing and sheer, unapologetic horniness. Dan's tongue was the first one to escape, tapping on the door of M's lips and excitedly exploring its new surroundings as soon as it was allowed in. And it wasn't just tongues that were on an adventure, hands, too, began travelling all over the new territories that were there to be discovered. Their entwined bodies rolled over and over each other, first Dan on top, then Milo. Dan began tugging urgently at M's T-shirt (the hoodie had long ago been discarded) but Milo pulled away.
"Slow down, D. We're only gonna do this once."
"Huh? I hope we're gonna be doing it way more than just once!" The look of disappointed disbelief on Dan's face was almost comic.
"No you idiot, our first time together, we're only gonna be doing that once." Milo was smiling.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry." They paused, looking into each other's eyes. "So are you gonna kiss me again, or what?"
Once again their lips met, and this time they allowed themselves to relax into it, to go slow, to let the feelings wash over them, feelings of love, of coming home. They came up for air.
"What next?" asked Dan.
"I dunno. What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. I thought you would. After all, you're the one with the experience."
"I've never before been in bed with the boy I love. This is as new to me as it is to you."
"Yeah, I s'pose it is. I never thought about it like that. How about we take our clothes off?"
Milo paused to consider D's suggestion. "I've got a better idea -- let's take each other's clothes off."
And so they did, taking it in turns to gradually reveal the glories of their two perfectly proportioned, strong, toned teenage boy bodies. Dan, lying on his back with Milo sitting astride him, partially sat up to have his polo shirt unbuttoned and peeled off and then lay back down again, the dog-tags re-settling themselves around his neck. Milo couldn't resist letting his fingers gently trace a path across the defined muscles of D's chest and around the already upstanding nipples.
"Fuck M, if you don't stop doing that I'm gonna cum in my pants."
"Not part of the plan, my friend. Keep it in your balls -- for now!"
"Easy for you to say. Let's see how you like it."
Dan sat up again, pushing Milo over and onto his back as he deftly removed the dark blue T-shirt. With M at his mercy he made the same journey across the demarcated chest except he did it with his lips, kissing his way down the middle groove. Milo's skin instantly erupted into a million sensitive goose-bumps.
"Stop it," he gasped, aware that he, too, was on a hair trigger.
"Okay," said Dan, once again bringing their lips together, thinking this would take some of the heat out of the situation. How wrong he was. Who knew kissing could be so hot? No sooner had their tongues begun to dance in and out of each other's mouth than they could both very plainly feel the other's rigid boner pushing against the fabric of their shorts and underwear, both aching for a way out and for release.
"Slow is a great idea, M, in theory, but my other head, the one down below, thinks the faster the better and my balls agree. Can't we just rub out a quickie? Then, with the pressure off, we can take all the time we like. Pleeeease?" D looked just like a wide-eyed puppy dog begging to be allowed to play, there was no way Milo could resist, especially as one half of his mind had been about to make exactly the same suggestion.
"Okay, you go first. And do it like the Cum Brothers do it -- shoot your cum all over me."
Dan didn't need telling twice. As soon as the words were out of M's mouth he was on his feet, one on either side of M's horizontal, half-naked body, throbbing, steel-hard dick in one hand, eager balls in the other. He allowed a large gobbet of spit to form in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his shiny, purple dick-head. Milo's view was of the underside of D's junk and the knuckles of his right hand as it frantically beat up and down the oh-so-ready boner. He soon noticed D's knees begin to tremble and raised his own hands up to steady them, gently massaging the bony caps. With no warning at all M was suddenly being showered with a gallon of cum (probably no more than an eggcupful but you get the picture). It was decorating his tummy, across his chest, on his face, in his bush. It was like experiencing the first snowfall of winter when you're a little kid only way, way sexier. As D slowly collapsed, M's hands slid up his thighs and came to rest, first on his hips and then, experimentally, on D's butt. Talk about hot. M had thought Grey was beautiful but D had him beaten in every possible department. His own dick, incredibly stiff before, was now like that battering ram in the last of The Lord of the Rings films. It demanded attention -- now!
As Dan fell sideways to lie on the bed Milo pushed down his shorts and boxer-briefs. As it was released his dick sprang upwards, throbbing in time with the incessant beating of his heart. As ever the pre-cum had been on overdrive so his dick was already lubed-up and action-ready. M set to work, if anything even more fervently than D had done a few minutes before. It wasn't long before his breath was coming in shallow gasps and his hips were thrusting upwards, ready to propel the imminent outpouring of cum up, up and away. D, who, from the start, had been mesmerised by this medal-winning performance, intuitively knew exactly when the eruption was about to happen and leaned over M's torso, pointing his face towards the exposed dick-head and opening his mouth. He had only ever tasted his own cum before, and that only experimentally, now here he was enthusiastically welcoming a good percentage of M's copious output and swilling it around his mouth without a second thought.
With his dick still pumping out the after-shocks, M leaned over and placed his lips over D's and plunged his tongue into the gooey, tangy contents of his mouth. D's jizz mingled with his own as tongues rubbed against each other. Such a turn-on.
Dan was the first to break away. He smiled and looked at Milo.
"You know what, M?"
"No, what?"
"I'm starving, let's go find something to eat!"
After the briefest of clean-ups (good old Mickey), hurried reassembling of shirts and shorts and an equally swift raid on the Reed fridge, the two boys were back in D's room, clothing scattered randomly across the floor, standing a few feet apart, facing one another, each allowing the other the time and space to simply gaze at his fully naked body, delighting in the perfection they each saw. D was overawed by M's glorious symmetry. The head, shoulders, limbs, abs and pecs all balanced and assembled as if by a master craftsman. No, he wasn't turned on by other guys but M had him drooling pre-cum and breathing like a stallion waiting for the race to begin. Was he gay? Who the fuck cared? He just knew he was drinking in the beauty of the boy he wanted to love and be loved by. Nothing else mattered.
M just couldn't believe this was happening, that he was staring at the object of years of desire, of yearning, of raw and undiluted lust. Yes, the body was everything that endless hours in front of on-line porn had led him to hope for, but it was the eyes that really got to him. Sometimes blue, sometimes grey, always deep and intriguing, he was amazed that they liked what they saw when they looked at him, M. Honestly he didn't understand the `not gay' thing. He was a boy (his solid, dripping dick was proof of that) and D was a boy (ditto), a boy who had kissed him and swallowed his cum. If that wasn't gay, then he didn't know what was. It made no sense. But sense or not, he was happy to simply accept D's word and bask in the incredible sunshine of the here and now.
With no word spoken between them they moved as one back to the bed, lying side by side and continuing to each soak in the other. M rolled himself over so that he was lying on top of D, their bodies touching all the way from their solid chests right down to their tangled ankles. Then he levered himself backwards so that he was kneeling, with his hands on either side of D's to-die-for upper body. Leaning forward he set about the task of kissing every inch of his lover's throat, shoulders, chest and tummy, revelling in the warm, silkiness of the skin and delighting in the thin, pale treasure trail that led him down towards the boy-stick that waited for him between the sculpted legs, impatiently throbbing and drooling.
As M began to lick up and down his dick D let out tiny gasps of air which had the effect of making M want to give him even more pleasure. With one last lick from root to tip he gently lifted the solid rod and eased it into his eager mouth. D's groan of sheer pleasure caused M's own dick to leak more pre-cum and his heart to race even faster. This was no blow-job, no quickie suck-and-go like it had been with Zephan, this was it, the real thing. This was making love, and he wanted it to last forever.
"Holy shit M, that feels amazing. It's like my whole body has gone into space, like there are fireworks in my dick."
Milo smiled, well, as best he could with a mouthful of dick. There was nothing D could have said that would have made him any happier.
"M, I want you to fuck me."
Milo looked up towards D's face and took his mouth off his dick.
"No D, I'm not gonna do that."
Dan's face fell, shock and surprise and disappointment fighting for space on it.
"I'm not gonna fuck you D, I'm not gonna do anything to you. Whatever we do, we do with each other and for each other. That has to be the rule right from the start, just like it has to be the rule that we only do things that we both wanna do."
"But how do we know what we wanna do? We're both pretty much newbies, me especially."
"That'll be the best bit -- finding out. Like I know you enjoy having your dick sucked, but how about this?"
And Milo's mouth was once again down at dick level but this time it went for the balls, sucking in first one and then the other. Dan's appreciative moans gave him the answer he was looking for whilst also giving him time to think about the fucking thing. Yes, of course, it was the dream he'd never allowed himself to have, waking or sleeping (except for that weird day after the surgery on his leg), the idea of sinking his hardest of all hard-ons into D's willing butthole would be like every birthday and Christmas present he'd ever had and ever would have rolled into one glorious, priceless gift. He knew, too, from dozens of Nifty stories and hundreds of on-line porn videos, that first-time, full-on sex was a lot more difficult than it either looked or sounded.
"Yes M," D interrupted his thoughts, "I like that a lot, definitely one for the list, but what I really want is for you to cum inside me, for us to be properly boyfriends, a real couple. Pleease."
"I want that, too, D, but from what I've seen and read on-line it's not as straightforward as it sounds and I really don't want to hurt you if you're not ready for it." Milo's face was, once again, level with D's, looking directly into his eyes, looking for signs of doubt or fear. There were none.
"I don't want that either, and that's why I've been practising." Dan looked very pleased with himself. Milo was shocked.
"Practising? How?"
"First it was just a finger -- Tom taught me about that -- then one finger became two and two fingers became a carrot (I didn't like the pointy end!), and then a pretty thick candle (I kept that up my butt so long it started to go soft!) So you see, I am ready for this. I know fingers and candles and stuff aren't the same as a real dick -- your dick -- but I'm pretty sure it will be way better, and even if it isn't, it's what I want, what we both want and need."
How true was that? Milo knew D was right, it was the thing that would finally commit themselves to each other, maybe forever.
"And don't worry, I don't expect you to do the butthole licking thing. That's gross!"
Well, that was one good thing, M couldn't but agree with D on that, just the idea of licking someone's butthole (even D's) was totally gross and he couldn't imagine himself ever having the balls to do it. However, hole-licking or not, now it was crunch time. Were they going to go all the way? If so it could only be on one condition, actually two.
"Okay, but on one condition, actually two."
"And they are?"
"Number one, it won't only be you taking me, it's gotta be both of us or nothing."
"Sounds cool. And two?"
"Like we agreed before, if we don't both like it we stop." Milo had his `no arguments' face on.
"Also cool. But me first. I want to feel you inside me. I want us to be totally joined together. We've been through so much together and been so much to each other, this will be like the final step we can take together." Once again D was impressed with New Dan's maturity. He hoped M couldn't hear the nervousness behind the confident words.
With the decision made Milo had to admit to himself just how much the next few minutes would be the fulfilment of a dream. Zephan, Tye, Grey, even Tom, they were simply stepping stones on the journey to this moment, the moment when he would commit himself, literally body and soul, to the boy who he knew in his heart he would love forever.
The lubing-up, the gentle fingering, the excitement-building rubbing and licking and kissing all happened in a blur of mutual giving and taking. When they both felt that the moment had finally arrived Milo rolled onto his back, grabbed hold of his never-before-so-hard, precum-pumping, purple-head-shining dick and pointed it straight up at 90 degrees away from his drumskin-tight abs. He nodded and smiled at Dan.
"Ready?"
Dan smiled back as he crouched over, bending his knees to lower his virgin butthole closer and closer to M's waiting rod.
"Look at me D. You can do this, but remember, only if you want to."
Dan looked down at Milo's beautiful face, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "Fuck M, you have no idea how much I want this, want you inside of me, loving me."
His hole made contact with the tip of Milo's waiting dick. Both dick and hole quivered in response.
"This is it M. No turning back now."
It would be good to write that this, the boys' first coming-together, was easy, straightforward and painless, yes, it would be good to write that but it would not be true. Dan's own so-solid-seeming hard-on quickly withered and shrank as he began to engulf M's dick, and several times he had to ask Milo to slow down or pull back. More than once the tightness of Dan's hole made Milo's dick shrink with discomfort. But each time the going got difficult they looked into each other's eyes and, often without a word being said, agreed to keep going, until, eventually they were positioned pelvis-to-pelvis, balls-to-bush with the most incredible feelings radiating out from this, the most intimate of all possible points of contact. With one final nod of agreement, Dan began to rock carefully backwards and forwards. For both of them the incredible feelings were suddenly magnified a million times. Soon D's rocking was joined by M's upward thrusting. Dan's dick returned to maximum hardness and sweat began to pour from his face onto Milo's chest. M's breathing matched D's moans in intensity. They joined their hands and entwined their fingers.
They kissed.
They cummed.
They cried.
Afterwards Dan had exactly the right words for that special moment.
"Fuck me M, that was awesome!"
"Fuck you D, it was. I love you, Dan Reed."
"Not as much as I love you, Milo de Beer. And you know what we truly are now, don't you?"
Milo smiled and nodded as, together, they said, "D'n'M -- together forever."
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