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Mrs Broderick's 7th period English class made me sleepy. Sure I had lunch and a Monster energy drink, but out comes the Homer or Chaucer literature. So barbaric to keep us learning these works from who knows when. I fought the Z monster "wondering when in real life" this would be used. "The next category will be English Literature." I picked the one for $200, before class bully Jeff kicked my desk. How long has I been out? Thankfully the bully might have done me a favor, although not by design, as the last time I fell asleep in this class I got extra assignments. It was torture. As Mrs Broderick droned on about, "elements of writing," I knew that this weekend was going to be incredible. My lover Dylan, would be staying with me, as the folks and sister checked out more colleges for her to attend.
Dylan and I knew each other in 9th grade, but not too well, as our high school classes didn't align much. We now joked that the administration didn't want two gay guys to connect, but eventually our attraction for each other took place. After drama club one night, he texted me out of the blue, "stop by my house." Being only one neighborhood over from the school, and where I resided, I had a feeling that this would establish us. So many times I watched porn sites and thought of him. He was so fucking hot. While he was the thespian, I did drama club for my future college resume. As a starter on the freshman football team, this was a back up in case I got injured. My mom and dad were right on this, although I delivered the pain as outside linebacker.
Actually smiling as the varsity coach, wasn't blowing smoke up my ass. Sophomore and all metropolitan linebacker, I was already getting visits from collegiate scouts. At 6'2 and 220 of muscle I was only going to grow. Coach Timmons had been at our school for decades, and had championship teams, along with developing multiple division one players. He assured me after my sophomore season ended, "you have a bright future, and I have a feeling the University of Florida would get me." I hoped so as living near Orlando in Lakehaven, it was a dream to play for the home team. Two more years wasn't that long really. Dylan was very supportive, and he helped me academically. He would probably be the valedictorian our senior year, as he already was taking advanced placement everything. I wished he could sit in this desk as Mrs Broderick got into Greek mythology, and it's influence on countless writers.
That first night at his house was awesome. We drank some of his parents booze. Somehow we ended up kissing, and he gave me a blowjob as I stroked his penis off. It happened so fast, and now as full time lovers, we were far more passionate and advanced in our relationship. We were the ying and yang. Both of us learned more about sexuality, and after approving of his shaved crotch, I let him make me smooth as well. His blonde hair and green eyes, while he shaved me off got me randy, and it ended up with me bending him over and having my way. Since then we were almost inseparable, making out when possible, and this weekend he was in for some good trouble.
Friday night Katie seemed giddy. Mom and dad were too, as they'd be rolling out to Williams college. Katie was more introverted than I was. She had been recommended this school by her guidance counselor, and who knew if Mrs Baine was correct or not. A lot of students thought her primary job was serving the male principal. Through the rumor mill and social media, some thought they'd seen them together before. Both had wedding rings on. Being fairly accustomed to violence, we hoped this wouldn't lead to a nightmare on our campus. I could handle jerks like Jeff for the most time, but watching Tik Tok, there were lots of vicious videos on people finding their significant other was cheating on them.
So happy mom and dad ordered us pizza and wings from Papa Maggio's, as they made the best in our area. On their front window it said "open since 1962." That's a long time. Also they hooked us up, with a free pizza if we made the honor roll. As a growing young guy I was grateful for this. Katie was while we ate, looking at the campus. Williams College wasn't too far away in Broward County. Yet it would allow her to be independent, and get the degree she wanted. I remember as a little boy, her talking about going into biological research. Nothing had changed this, and according to Mrs Baine and the internet, this small school was known for this area of study. We loved each other, despite being polar opposites. Mom and dad were quite nice to us, and before she went off to school, we planned on a France trip to learn of moms side of the family.
They'd be leaving early in the morning. I'd stay up late playing online PlayStation games, and wake up. I'd have my usual breakfast. Then I'd have my lunch as I jumped Dylan's bones. He always brought out my passion, and although small, I was trying to get him to try out for the track team. He was fast for a white guy, and despite being so focused on academic matters, he was looking into it finally. I knew he had what it took, and plus he also grew up playing golf with his father and brother. That was another option as well. Thinking of him on the greens in a tight polo got me frustrated, but I knew soon that I'd be able to handle this with him. He always dressed so immaculately, but I was bound and determined to get into his underpants. Also I just wanted to spend time with him, as the love we shared was special, and I trusted him completely as my confidante. Plus we could get into some video games, along with running a bit on a nearby course. Then again the driving range was walking distance too, so that could be fun for both of us.
Playing Madden into who knows what hour, I finally crashed in my bed. Upon waking up, I saw that my parents left me money for a meal or two, and also the fridge was quite full. Having some waffles, I guzzled a Pepsi, belching loudly in an empty house. It was strange with everyone gone. Yet sometimes a teenage guy likes this, and as I looked at the clock it wouldn't be long. Taking a hot shower, I put on tight blue shorts and a tshirt. Hopefully Dylan scored some booze. He always had that, and also was known to occasionally smoke weed, but I had to avoid it during football season. I had been approached by the baseball coach, and was considering this. Only playing little league, he was right that I'd have to practice, but with my athleticism probably could make the team. I agreed with him, first base was the best spot. There I wouldn't have to worry as much about defense, and could work on my power swing. Coach was right I had the upper body strength, to knock some balls over the fences.
After drinking another Pepsi, the knock on the front door was downright magical. There was Dylan with his tight green t shirt and black backpack on. His blonde hair was messy which always turned me on. Opening the door we kissed. He put the backpack down gingerly, which meant that in addition to the lube, he had liquor for us. His parents were high functioning alcoholics, although they never seemed to catch on. It felt so good to have him here. We sat on the couch. He wasn't hungry but surprised me. As we kissed he pulled my shorts down, and before I could do anything he was down on his knees.
My cock reacted like a missile defense system, instantly hardening. As I pushed his head down on my throbbing 9 inch pole, I made him gag on it. He was going to deepthroat my manhood, and I couldn't wait to be inside that tight ass of his. Yet for some reason he was like a praying mantis on me. As I howled out in joy, and my knees with the couch behind me turned to jelly, he looked up at me. The eye contact was so magnetic. His greens and my blues met. Smiling he felt my big full balls up and said, "I feel them tightening up. I'm going to suck you now so you last longer later. You'll eventually fuck me today." Such a tease, and before I could respond I heard the clicking noise and saw precum on his lips. He had his tongue and lips working in tandem, as I just couldn't believe how good he baptized my large pulsating cock. Aggressively he bobbed down like for apples, and as my body tightened up, my balls shot a huge load in his mouth. He missed not one drop, and although a sweaty mess, I could taste a little of my sperm as our tongues danced together. Smiling he said "I know you'll have more for me later." When he gave me head like this, he meant it "suck your soul out." This and then the fact he wanted to drink some booze now, I was game. He did tease me a bit, because even though I just had my balls emptied, ge purposely pulled his pants down. The pink jock strap with those buns looking amazing. So damn sexy and it wouldn't be long, before I'd just have to have my way with him. His eyes sparkling plus that nice cock gift wrapped up front in that pouch, I was so ready to pounce him when possible.
Oh yes we got the Jack Daniels out. That bourbon always did it for us. We drank quite a few Jack and Cokes. Also we played some video games together. Holding his hands also, embracing him, and kissing was a dream come true. We laughed and just felt so comfortable together. I enjoyed holding his face and kissing him lovingly, but eventually things just happened. Soon my hands were up his t shirt. His sensitive nipples were hard, and looking at his shorts, he was as well. There are just some times where the tension has to be dealt with. Sure we enjoyed spending time, but that male biological drive is in our DNA. Taking his shorts down, he smiled and his eyes closed, as I felt his hard penis through the pink fabric. Precum was penetrating the material, and I put my finger there, so as to get a taste of him. He was delicious, and he couldn't fight me anyway as I made sure we were both nude in the bedroom.
Pushing him on the bed, I had him bend over. Eating his ass like a peach, and thrusting my tongue in, he was literally screaming in so many octaves. It was my favorite thing to do, as my tongue and soon lubed up fingers were inside his hot tight ass. For now at least as I was absolutely going to stretch him. I had taken his virginity months back. Popping his cherry was incredible. Yet now he and I were more compatible, and I absolutely was going to ream him. Licking his hole more, I pushed him over and went down on his lovely penis. He was smaller than me, but those elastic like scrotum with those balls, was what I desired. Looking up at him, he loved how I made sure to provide equal time to his hard sex organ, and those very sensitive testicles that were low hanging. That salty musky taste, and soon I could taste his internal oven was sending up more precum for me to swallow. He was in another dimension. One thing I liked to do, was also lick the sides of his shaft before deep throating. Feeling his penis in my mouth, I owned him totally. Literally my oral fixation was as always ready to go, and I was so zoned in, that at first I didn't hear him beg me to fuck him.
Finally he made a move. Sliding my gigantic penis in his ass, he steadied himself on my abdomen. My favorite position. Here we could look at each other, kiss, and I could even feel his balls on my washboard abdomen. Feeling his hard cock on me, I just howled as my cock was further inside his tight oven. So warm wet and I knew my hardness hitting his prostate gave him reverberations of pleasure. All in now we were locked together. It felt so damn good. My penis was inside of him, and he was being stretched just right. All else in the universe stopped, as we kissed when we could, but the sensations across us were electric. So passionate. All of our hunger for each other. Both of us were sweating, and the room was nothing but our scents as we went through the process.
There's this feeling every gay man knows. It's a dance move of the highest sensation of pure ecstasy. Some chase this, we were going through it together. His small frame made my huge penis look even more so, and I whispered to him, "I wanna make you cum baby." He knew what to do. He got on his knees, and bent over on the bed. This allowed me deep penetration, and very soon our cadence was excellent. It was if we were ancient explorers finding the North Star in the horizon, as I felt his internal production start up. Only when and there it was as he shook. I grabbed his cheeks and said "release it baby." He grunted and howled, cumming all over the bed. His orgasm was like a flower that blossomed too fast, and I made sure to taste his cum on the bedsheets.
Soon we kissed and he got on his back. His feet on my shoulders. I loved looking down at him from this vantage point. His penis was still leaking cum, and seeing my fully engorged manhood in his ass sliding in and out was over sensory. His warm legs felt so good, and he bit his lips as I poked him with my long dagger. It was as if we had our own symphony, and it wasn't going to be much longer. Sweating even more profusely, I slid into his tight ass, and soon entered a level of bliss that words can't convey. It's that extra moment of energy and maleness that we all know. The pleasant storm clouds before the lightning. Heat and tightness wrapping around my shaft, and as he bit his lips more I just lost track of everything. Pouring out of my cock I had bred him once again, and the finale up our dance was here. Actually more of a break, but I know my voice reached 100 decibels plus as I just lost it climaxing inside of my lover. We had completed our ritual. His ass was full of me in a liquid form now, and I hugged him from behind. His lips as usual sugary sweet, as we both told each other sweet nothings completing another romantic romp together. Later on after embracing each other we got in the shower. We both loved to lather each other up. Two young twinks in our prime. We did cook some food up. Mom and dad texted me. "Are you alright?" Smiling I wrote "very much so." Dylan and I slept together. It was a outstanding way to further our bond, and tomorrow we'd have time for more romantic soirées.