Disclaimer: This story features high school aged (aka underaged) teens having consensual sex. If this content isn't your cup of tea, or it is illegal wherever you live, turn around now.
This is the first part of a series about teenaged love, and a jock's fear of the homophobic attitudes in today's world. Also there's lots of sex. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
It was a wonderful Saturday night for Damien.
He was currently balls deep in the tight ass of the football team manager, who was moaning and panting and speaking unintelligible words with each thrust into his hole.
Damien felt the sweat dripping down his face, and he couldn't help but let out a few groans as the hot ass enveloped his thick cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck FUCK!" Robbie roared as Damien stroked his cock in time with his deep thrusts, and he came, shot after shot of hot cum rocketing out of his cock into Damien's stroking hand and onto the side of the bed. His own orgasm caused his asshole to spasm, and Damien groaned deep from his chest as pounded his cock as far as it could go as he unloaded a large load into Robbie's ass, who continued to moan, albeit in a more subdued way.
Damien's moans had settled into deep breaths, and he removed his hands from their respective places on Robbie's cock and his hip, wrapping around the smaller boys midsection almost protectively. Damien leaned forward onto Robbie's back.
Basking in the afterglow of another amazing fuck, it took a moment for either boy to speak, and when they did, Damien was the first to do it.
"That was perfect." He said appreciatively, trailing kisses down Robbie's back as he regained his composure. An exhausted Robbie groaned in agreement, and let out another groan as Damien slid out his cum covered 9 inch cock. Damien grabbed a nearby towel and wiped off his cock then reached around and did the same to Robbie, who seemed too tired to even moan at the contact to his over sensitive post orgasm cock. He managed to push himself off of his position, and turned and kissed Damien gently.
"You're so amazing, you know that?" Robbie said in between kisses, and Damien smiled against his lips.
"I'd say you are just as amazing, if not more."
They very much reluctantly broke the contact, as they couldn't very well just sleep on the floor when there was a perfectly comfortable bed directly next to them. Robbie climbed onto the bed from his kneeling position, and Damien stood up for a quick trip to the bathroom. He took a quick piss before stopping in front of the mirror.
He never really believed in a person getting an afterglow after sex, up until he got into a relationship with Robbie and they started regularly fucking. His Italian heritage was obvious; his black hair was cut very short; his skin was deeply tan. He had the beginnings of hair growing on his chin, but he didn't think he liked the whole facial hair look.
He was in great shape; he worked out regularly. And while he was muscular, it seemed he didn't have quite the definition as most people; the muscles were solid to the touch but it seems he was cursed with only light definition, at least in his abdominal region, as his pecs were nicely defined. He wasn't especially tall and he wasn't especially short; he was fairly average height. He had a a fair amount of short hairs under his belly button, and a light dusting of hair between his dark nipples. His cock, now flaccid, hung large between his legs, about six inches soft, with fairly large balls underneath.
He turned and walked back to his room. He had the house to himself for the weekend, a monthly occurrence due to his parents' weekend business trips.
He crawled his way onto his bed, climbing underneath the dark blue comforter. Robbie made a slight groaning noise, then curled up close to Damien, who put his arm around the warm body next to him. He considered himself lucky to have found Robbie. Robbie was skinny but in shape, pale. Probably best explained as 'twinkish'. His light blonde hair had grown to just above his eyebrows, and his blue eyes were damn near mesmerizing. But most importantly to Damien, Robbie was an extremely kind person, would probably never hurt a fly, and despite his lean frame and status of team manager, could play football with the best of them.
Robbie's breathing had slowed, and Damien's followed suit as he drifted into a comfortable sleep.
Damien was a deep sleeper, but certainly a talented tongue up the ass would wake anyone up!
Damien groaned and arched his back, turning his head to see Robbie between the cheeks of his admittedly large bubble butt. Robbie removed his tongue and looked into Damien's eyes with a crooked grin.
"Morning." He said simply, before going back down to continue his work.
Robbie was certainly good at it, and soon had Damien fully awake and horny as fuck- Damien craved more contact with Robbie in the pleasure filled moment, anything-
As if reading Damien's mind, Robbie flipped him over in his surprisingly strong grip and clambered over on top of Damien in a 69. He went to work on Damien's uncut dick, and Damien happily slurped on Robbie's pale 6 inch cock, wrapping his arms around Robbie's midriff.
After they both had cum, Robbie flopped down onto the bed.
"Good morning," Damien said brightly once he was sure Robbie's load has completely been swallowed. Robbie laughed, before sitting up and stretching.
"Breakfast time, I think," he said in a strained voice as he stretched. Damien flipped his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, yawning.
"I agree."
The worked in tandem in the kitchen; Robbie manned the bacon and scrambled eggs, and Damien prepared coffee and pancakes. They sat on the stools on the little island in the kitchen and began eating.
"Fuckin' delicious," Robbie said as he devoured his pancakes. Damien looked at him with a big smile.
"Why thank you very much sir," Damien said through his mouthful. He turned back to his plate, took another bite from his pancakes, and turned to say something to Robbie- but he was gone.
"Robbie?" He said quietly. No reply. "Robbie??" A little louder. Still nothing.
He was crying. He felt a crushing sadness. Where was Robbie?
Damien woke up with a start. It all came rushing back to him....of course it was a dream.
Robbie's parents had died in a house fire. It was determined Robbie had to move down to his less affluent but loving relatives in Virginia, but there was a waiting period and he had been staying at Damien's house for the time being. Robbie had, understandably, been an emotional wreck, and it hurt Damien a lot to see his best friend- possibly more?- like this. But last night had been the first time Robbie hadn't woken up with a loud gasp covered in sweat after another nightmare.
Unfortunately it was their last night together.
Robbie was moving today.
Damien reluctantly got up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, turning to look at a lightly snoring Robbie; he looked so peaceful..... It was so fucking unfair for the both of them!!
Damien woke Robbie up, and now they had to get ready. Reluctantly, they did; Damien tried to keep himself composed, but Robbie was doing far better at it than he.
The air port was a 30 minute drive. Damien's parents walked them to security, but they had to go back to the car from there; they had gotten Damien a pass that enabled him to wait at the gate with Robbie. They breezed through security, and got to the gate just as they began letting people in. Damien surveyed the crowd, before turning to Robbie and wrapping his arms around him. Robbie returned the gesture.
"Be safe, alright? Please. And if you ever get the chance to call me, please do it. Even if we've both moved on." Damien's voice broke, and he tightened his eyes shut- but that didn't prevent his tears.
"I will, I swear I will," Robbie replied. Damien broke the hug but kept his hands on Robbie's shoulders. Robbie looked just that bit more broken now that he was losing another loved one, and Damien's heart broke. He decided to do something he'd never done before.
"I love you." Damien said, his eyes right on Robbie's. Robbie looked shocked, then smiled happily.
"Oh, Damien, I love you too!" He looked legitimately happy for the first time in a while, and hugged Damien once again, squeezing tightly.
Inevitably, the time came for him to board.
He walked up to the kiosk, had his ticket scanned, and turned around to Damien. They waved at each other one last time... And he walked away.
Damien watched as he walked to the plane. Robbie rounded a corner, and he was gone. Damien wiped the tears from his face, and sighed deeply. He wondered how his life would go now.
After Robbie.