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Amy was oblivious all summer. As she was entering her senior year, mom and dad started to basically "interrogate" her about which college and major she was interested in. I knew the answer. Siblings often talk, despite the fact that they may not appear close. She was the extroverted one, while I was often confused for aloofness. Yes I was an introvert, and much into video games along with other technology, just like many other high school students are into. Yet I was after a long summer, ready to return and my class schedule was looking to be full of great choices. Then again Montgomery County Public Schools in Maryland, mandated classes for the most part, although I was excited about my elective in coding.
Our parents were both very intense. Amy and I knew they worked for the "federal government," yet they didn't say much. Maybe this was a remnant of them growing up in St Petersburg Russia, or due to their initial careers with the KGB. We knew that much, but as much time as mom and dad spent on "date nights," Amy agreed with my analysis. They definitely were CIA, and working against Vladimir Putins "new Russia." One day dad didn't see me, as I was so young at the time. He was watching television, and yelled out in Russian "fucking little green men again!" His voice was louder than normal, and it was there that the pieces started to add up more. The diplomatic pouches and also, the long hours and cell phone calls they both answered, that went into all hours of the night.
Don't get me wrong, as we lived comfortably, and our parents treated us kindly. Like any family there was tension, and Amy looked stressed discussing education goals at the table. Maybe our folks used a hot light and tactics seen at work too. I gave Amy a smirk and she caught it. Yet she did discuss with them University of Maryland and Salisbury State. Mom and dad were hoping she might consider a Ivy League school. That was another question. While yes Ivy League schools were known for their academic standards, reputations, and the like, many suspense books and movies showed intelligence operatives went to these. Amy had the smarts, and the grades to get in, but she wanted to stay close to home. Her dream was to be a psychologist, and to help people out, which seemed rather admirable.
The last few months, her and our parents were locking horns over this. It was like a bad game of chess. Dad especially kept pressing her on government service, and how to be an accomplished American. The stereotypes you read of foreign born parents is true. They are incredibly hard on their children, and the most important goal is academics. While a lot in our area thought the Asians were the most brutal, if they were flies on the wall in our house, they'd probably agree we had high expectations to live up to. Mom could be just as pushy as dad, although thankfully she did have this radiant warmth. She also was the only person, who could calm the Siberian Tiger, and now she interceded on Amy's behalf. We went back to our lasagna and vegetables.
After dinner I played Fallout on Xbox, and checked my phone for messages. Nick had texted me. I was so happy as my best friend and I had quite a summer. Especially after our family returned from vacationing in upstate New York. A few days previously my dream came true, as I lost my virgin to him. Nick and I had been close friends since we met back in middle school, now we were inseparable and there was another layer to our connection. I so wanted him again. Yesterday I was a bit sore after our interlude, and I was stunned also that, I wasn't his first apparently. Yes I had mixed feelings about that, as while we had a wonderful time in the living room, I was still shocked he had been with another guy. Then again I was just so happy, that he gave into temptation, when I saw he wasn't wearing underwear too.
The usual texts, and Nick told me, that he enjoyed our romp. I smiled. Looking in the mirror I was still clean shaven, and looked younger than my 14 years. Yet despite the spiky hair and appearance of innocence, I had been tearing up the internet for years now, watching gay porn and dreaming of what had finally became a reality. Now instead of riding bikes with Nick, I wanted to ride him instead. Insatiable. The last day I must have jerked off four times, and with a finger inside me, I thought of Nicks long and thick shaft sliding in. Boom the cum went everywhere shooting out. We were texting back and forth, and he sent me a picture of his hard dick. The words that followed made me even more stiff. "When can we?"
I was practically drooling looking at his big unit, eight inches or more, and the brown pubes on top. Soon I got pictures of his balls, and I sent him an ass shot. A few minutes later, I got a picture of his erect penis and sperm all over him. I texted him back "tomorrow." "How?" "My parents are out, Amy is at work too." I knew he was smiling. My mouth was engaged fully too, as like that Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland that we had been required to read, it was necessary to have my friend again. Now in addition to our fun together, there was a unspoken physical need, and lust was at the top level. We texted back and forth. While I thought of asking him where he had fucked before, I let it go as well, sometimes it's just better to enjoy things as they are. Eventually I'd figure out a way to ask him. Yet tomorrow was full of promise, and as I played video games into the night in my bedroom, I knew there would be a far more enjoyable reality one soon. So strange but I became aware of not only my male sex organs, yet my asshole seemed to waken up to a purpose of desire and necessity.
Waking up, I went downstairs to make toast. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge. Then I texted Nick "come over." He was still asleep. I kept checking the messages to see the word "read." Damn it. Eating more I decided to take a shower. Looking at my body in the mirror my slender frame was great, although I didn't have the height and muscle that my friend had. My penis was ahead of me, as literally rock hard, so I stepped in to clean myself off. I wanted to smell good, so I used the Irish Spring body wash. Cleaning off myself, I was ready for more fun, and put gel to make my hair more spiky. For clothes I decided against underwear, and putting on my very low cut running shorts. Bright orange they didn't leave much to the imagination, as did my tight t-shirt which revealed hardened nipples. That was new, and the aching from my balls, told my brain what I knew very well. It was time.
A empty house, so I decided to distract myself with Netflix. My parents promised to get us a dog from the pound, but still there was only the tank of tropical fish. Dads saltwater tank was impressive, and I decided to feed the various species in the made up reef. All they had to do all day was eat and swim. Didn't seem stressful, and while they didn't keep my attention for long, I always liked to give them food. One of the clownfish was an opportunistic feeder, and would swim immediately, as soon as I opened the door on top of the tank. As usual he was the first to it, but eventually the rest of the team got their grub on. There was some feisty behaviors observed. Maybe our science teacher was correct, about the survival of the fittest. Finally I saw the text. It had been sent for some time now.
While I was in the shower or feeding the fish, Nick must have made record time, as usually his methodical methods caused him to be slow in just about everything. He always was deliberate. It didn't matter if we were out biking, playing basketball, or in a chess match that never seemed to carry on. Nick was just wired that way, while I always just did anything without much thought to it. This had been good and bad, as my guidance counselor advised my parents of this. My freshman year I got caught up in some mischief, but had maintained a 3.7 gpa. This was with advanced placement classes, but mom and dad made it clear. "No more of those calls again." It wasn't easy as I was bored when in the classroom, and technology was what I wanted to work with. Nick on the other hand was the English and theater geek. Yet he also was on the basketball team. Like other freshmen he didn't play much, but got mop up duty during blowouts at the point guard position.
Finally the doorbell rang. I opened the door, closing it quickly, as Nick and I kissed in the living room. His soft lips and tongue met mine. The smell of his deodorant and hormones was in the air, and I just knew that I had to have him. I wanted him in a primal sense, and knew that in those shorts of his, was what I needed to satisfy my demanding urges. Soon we both were up in my bedroom, as he had fondled my penis as we walked up the steps. Now we were standing together. Kissing, embracing, and I sighed as he grabbed my ass with his super strong hands. Nothing was said, it was intuitive, and we were on my red queen sized bed making our with even more intensity. His kissing my neck was driving me crazy, and I was beside him feeling his hardness in my palms through his soft material shorts.
Looking into his blue eyes, no words were exchanged. It was the two of us opening a new door yet explored. Clothes were thrown in every direction. Our raw nakedness made me turned on and vulnerable, as that gigantic penis of his pulsated as it kept stabbing away at my hanging balls that tightened up even more. The plumbing downstairs was filling up, and I knew that my backside was going to be used. Kissing Nick I felt up his strong arms. His chest was so well developed, and as I licked around his nipples, and then then I tasted his sugary sweetness. Sweat and hormones. Massaging his hard penis he was helpless under my touch, and I moved down instinctively to have him even more.
Looking up at him on my bed, I licked his head and sides of his absolutely beautiful private parts. His blue eyes became even more obvious, closed, open, closed and open. I took him into my mouth, and the sounds of him in pleasure plus the musky taste were filling all of my senses. He was so damn good looking, and to have what looked like a porno set penis in my mouth was exhilarating. I wanted him to feel my desire, to know how much I sought him out. Bobbing up and down like a breast stroke swimmer, I felt his extremely sensitive balls as I swallowed him up. He attempted to speak but couldn't, as I put everything into deep throating him as far as I could. He was deep in my mouth, and spitting on his already shiny cock, I tasted his precum envelop my mouth and go down into my throat. Oh yes I had his sperm in me, but I wanted it somewhere else of course.
My naked friend was in my bed. I was at the steering wheel taking him in my mouth. What could be better than this. As the room became smaller he was far more prominent, and soon his hands were going through my hair. It was like electrodes lighting up. I continued to take him in as far as I could, and the noise of my lips against him was especially pronounced. Slurping his balls like I had seen in videos led to a different moaning, and without warning he stood up, picked me up and threw me on the bed. Oh wow he was so powerful. This was a surprise and I was stunned, yet I was under his spell as I looked down to see my hard penis completely disappear in his mouth.
It was unreal. Having seen the stars in the middle of nowhere, failed to comprehend what I saw and felt now. I was being baptized by my friend, and had entered the parallel universe of countless dreams. My hands somehow were gripping the bedsheets. I know my eyes were upside down, as his warm mouth was soaking my dick up like a Louisiana bayou that was drenched. He knew what he was doing. Looking at him he smiled as he had me. A willing prisoner to his sexual charms. As I laid on my back the smell is sensuality and our teen hormones were rampant. All senses were off kilter yet I loved this, as he touched my acutely aware balls, that had become tanks for a maximum load of pressure that needed to be released.
Soon he bunched me up, and he ran his penis up against mine. Kissing my legs in the air, he put his pinky inside me. Then his index finger and what was the warm? He smiled. I saw a bottle and knew. He was lubing me up and I wasn't going to resist him. Nick knew that too. Yet where did he know how to get this, and was I just a side piece or something more? Nick noticed my expression. He continued his finger dancing inside me, but said "what is it Terry?" "Nothing." Yet he pursued it, although my ass was feeling magical and I just wanted him inside me to throttle each other in our own way. Finally he let it go, and I was melting butter, as he kept fingering an area inside me that words can't describe the pleasure of.
I was in a trance. Paralyzed there was nothing I could do. He told me to get to the edge of the bed. I did. My legs were up in the air, and I felt pressure going there. It hurt but then there was a sensory moment. Pushing down as he instructed. He was going in increments of an inch at a time. I could feel him stretching me, and while it was still pressure and my guts felt like they were being cut into, soon there was relaxing and I was overcome by the pleasure. Obviously nerve endings as I felt amazing. My friends penis was literally inside me, and I watched his eyes and face closely, as his expressions changed repeatedly. There was a sound too, and the room disappeared, to become him only. I had his penis, he had my ass. We were together. He was inside me. That big cock I eagerly sucked was now sliding in my ass and further into my insides.
To know that I was giving myself up to him was a turn on. Seeing sweat form on his forehead, I felt his penis go back and forth in my hole and interior of my body. Sensations were all over, as even now my spinal column was singing as he pushed through new frontiers. It was like a drug of some sort, as I liked how it felt. He was smiling and looked ravishingly handsome as he did me. I was being fucked. He had this ability to also twist his hips, and it sent shockwaves throughout me, as I bit my lips and just took it. Soon I was riding him, and I liked it when he twisted my nipples in his fingernails. Oh yes they were clean but a little long, and I just kept bouncing on him more aggressively and with purpose now. Both of us were hard, but only one penis was visible. The other was all the way inside me, and my breathing became labored and noisy, as this was a lot to handle all at once. It hid all sides of my interior passageways, and when Nick touched my spine, I about lost it as all I could see were blurry stars in my peripheral vision.
The sounds of our bodies colliding viciously, as my warm and tight rear end clenched harder on him, was a sexual symphony of the highest order. He was groaning and pumping me, as I bounced up and down on him, like a gay candy striper would at the hospital. Two bucks in rut like sex, and we kissed. It was electric as he kept touching my spine. He also flailed away with more aggression, and as I cupped his warm and inviting scrotum to feel his balls, his smile told me all I needed to know. I could feel his large nuts pulling upwards, so I was aware of what was only inevitable.
As we were engaged in passionate coitus, he started to speak in some English. I loved his deep voice, but he must have been lost in the throes too. Sweat and his cologne. Nodding I understood. I acquiesced to his desire, and bent over so he could do me doggy. It was slightly demeaning yet it turned me on, as I wanted him to continue being my lover at this new phase of sexual whatever this was. Prone and vulnerable, I could feel Nick slide in. Not so gentle either. Kind of reminding me who was in charge, yet with his hands around my waist soon I was loving this being pounded by him as I was on my knees. Burrowed in the bed this way, I could hear him moan as I touched his balls from behind.
He was now feeling me up, and the exhilarating feeling was truly remarkable. Being plunged he was popping off his head into an area that caused me waves of bliss. It just happened as I howled like a wild animal. He drew my cock back and forth in a rocking method, and I went apeshit as I came all over my bedspread. It was like sexual cocaine hitting the neurons and my atomic molecules at once, and as I kept screaming, he joined me in chorus. My bottom was filled not only by his gigantic penis, as his balls sent sperm out and into my hole flooding my insides. It just seemed to go on and on. Nick was shaking as soon I felt his now satisfied pube covered groin, moving away from my sloppy hole.
Breathless and with a leaking bottom, I got in the shower. Soon Nick joined me. We kissed and he told me, "how amazing I made him feel." Smiling we had something very good going on. As we dried off together, I got him and I Gatorade's from the downstairs fridge. We kissed and hugged. We talked about what we liked, and I put my hands into his larger ones. It felt comfortable. Right. Cozy. Both of us naked drifted to sleep, and as I dreamed I thought of Nick. I had feelings for him, and also a rather sore rear end, but that's the price of loving your best friend. When I woke he was gone, but his texts told me all I needed to know.