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Ohhhhh, the morning. I love, and also equally hate the morning. Just awake, my brain starting to realise it's no longer dreaming, my eyes not yet open. Which I've learnt, through much trial and error, is the best way. It's not all real until you open your eyes. And you don't have to get out of bed either. A few precious moments to remember my dreams, and wonder about what the world has in store for me today. But until I open my eyes, it's all good, it could be anything. I pull the duvet up a little higher, covering my shoulders, and pull our hot bodies closer together, feeling the warmth of skin on skin contact all along my body.
Truly incredible. Wait, what? My eyes snap open. Damn. My arm is wrapped over and around his body, holding us close. He's facing away from me, my face just a couple of inches away from the back of his neck. I'm in bed, with a boy.
And we're naked. Honestly, this is not like me. At all. In fact it's so much not like me I have to check that I'm actually awake. Which yes, I know, is stupid. You can't ever actually test if you're awake can you. But I'm happy enough that I probably am. And I know who this boy is. Ohhhhhhhh. Of course I can remember everything that has led up to this moment perfectly well. I don't drink alcohol, so there's not even any excuses.
I don't not drink because I have any kind of deep rooted family religion crap going on, but firstly, I'm only 17. So technically it's not really allowed. But actually, more importantly, I just don't like it.
Alcohol that is. And I don't really need an excuse for this anyway. Cue the music. I don't know why, but I'm thinking of Vincent, you know, the one that starts 'starry starry night'. I must have seen that in an old film or somewhere. So that's what was playing. Our eyes met across a crowded dance floor, lights skewering the hazy atmosphere, the crowd of people parted, leaving just the two of us, looking, watching, seeing each other for the first time, and knowing that this is it, the one, the future, the forever. No, of course that didn't happen. That?s just in my imagination, like so many things. But we were at a party. Not a good party. And not together. And the song was actually Real Love by Clean Bandit, in case you were wondering.
Let's track back a bit, I'll try and make some sense of this for you.
Hello. I'm Joe. Joe James. I'm 17, and may as well be an alien, at least as far as my family and probably this whole tiny town are concerned. I live with my Mum and step-Dad, my brother Callum, who is a year older than me (so that's 18 if you're counting), and my step-sisters Chloe and Gemma, who are twins, and fourteen. It's all happy enough, for them at least. I'm not exactly unhappy, but I don't ever feel like I really belong in this family. They just don't understand me. Like literally, at all. And it's not like they hate me, or bully me or abuse me or anything. But they're just not really that bothered about me. I don't expect any of them would know that last year I won the Maths prize, like out of the whole school, I won it! Despite me talking about it loads, and coming home with a certificate, and a massive medal, if you asked them right now, not one of them would know that. Anyway, Mum had been invited to this party for some kind of distant nearly relative. I think she's my second cousin or something, and I've met her exactly twice. It's her 21st birthday party, and that's a thing, around here. So we were all going. She's called Leanne, and is nice enough, if you like that sort of thing. I, do not. At least not in that way. Definitely not. According to the invitation it was Black Tie dress code. Out of all of us, I was the only person taking this seriously, and had arranged to rent a proper Dinner Jacket. You know, bow tie, patent shoes ? the whole lot. Everyone else was making some sort of effort, just not as much as me. But that's OK. I love getting dressed up and looking good, there's just not that much cause for it around here. The rest of my family just seem to let me get on with it.
I'm sure they think I'm a bit weird. Probably not a million miles away from the truth. So we're all there, sat around at this party, which, is so incredibly bad. There weren't really many people there, maybe sixty. Which sounds like it should be enough people for a party, but most people didn't seem to know each other. I certainly didn't. And literally no-one was dancing. The DJ wasn't really trying very hard I don't think, but no-one was dancing anyway, and I really like to dance. Not that I'm any kind of super-mover, but I love dancing and having fun, so sitting around at a party is like hell for me. Leanne appeared later in the evening with her boyfriend Tom. I'd not met him before, and actually he was pretty fit. I smiled politely when she introduced us, and I tried not to embarrass myself. I think I managed it. They wandered off again and time dragged slowly on. Most people seemed to be dealing with the situation by drinking. I, on the other hand, just had to wait. But then, because miracles do occasionally happen, the DJ seemed to stumble upon a few good tracks in a row, and I decided that I was going go dance anyway. Yes, even if I am the only person on the dancefloor, it had to be better than nothing. I tried to persuade Callum to come with me, but he wasn't having any of it. So I stood up and danced on my own. After a couple of songs there were a handful of other people up and dancing, not with me particularly, but it was nice not to be the only one, even if I was the only boy. Sadly the pure luck of DJ song choice ran out after half an hour and I was subjected to shitty music again, so I walked back towards the rest of my family, who I don't even think had noticed I'd been gone. I met Leanne and Tom again on my way across the room, and Marcus, who is Toms brother, apparently. As I mentioned, Tom is very fit. Like - I have to concentrate on not starring at him and drooling fit. But Marcus, oh dear god, not that I believe in you, but please, he was going to be the one that made me fail in my not starring and drooling task. Not that he was perfect looking, he's actually pretty normal looking, like me I guess. But there was something about him.
Something I had to pay attention to, to listen to, to be near, to be close to. So actually, yeah, maybe he was perfect. The three of them were talking about where to go out to after this party finished, some new nightclub I hadn't heard of. It was Marcus who asked if I wanted to go with them, apparently having noticed how much I like to dance. And just like that, it was arranged. Well they thought so anyway. I explained that we don't live in the town so I'd have to check about getting home later, but a brief conversation with Mum and it was all settled. My head was anything but settled. It all seemed too easy, like, this sort of thing doesn't really happen does it? Of course, I was mentally leaping ahead, but still, it might be true. And what then?
What if it happens, what the hell do I do then? I guess getting carried away with my future and as yet completely imagined problems is also a habit of mine, and not a good one. The party finally died, at least an hour after it should have done, and the four of us headed off. Surprisingly the nightclub was pretty good, and I was having a great time. Leanne and Tom spent most of the night together, which is to be expected. I was mostly on my own, carefully checking out the boys, but always coming back to just one, Marcus. We seemed to keep bumping in to each other, and every time was kind of like magic. I don't know how or why. Eventually we found ourselves standing next to each other, trying to talk. If you've ever tried to have an actual conversation in a nightclub, you'll know how stupid an idea it is.
Up until this point, I'd done a good job of keeping an eye on the time.
I had to leave by 1.00am to get the last bus which went anywhere near my house. I know ? it's stupid, but that?s one of the many prices you pay for not living in a proper place. Marcus and I moved to a quieter area in the club, which honestly wasn't very much quieter, but we could talk more. I'm not even sure what we talked about, but it seemed easy, and interesting, and exciting and fun, and new. And then, all too soon, I had ten minutes to go get my bus, leaving this magical, perfect boy behind. I explained to Marcus that I had to go, and I like to think he looked disappointed. Being perfect, as he was, he didn't let me go on my own, so we both left and ran for the bus stop. It was a little further than I had thought, but I made it with a couple of minutes to go and only slightly out of breath. There wasn't anyone else waiting, which didn't surprise me, no-one else is stupid enough to live in the middle of nowhere. I was aware of running out of time with Marcus, feeling like I had to make the most of this chance. I was ever so briefly stuck in a Cinderalla daydream with the clock about to strike midnight. But the problem was that I didn't know how, or what I wanted to say, or do. I just liked being with him. So OK, that's not quite true. I had a whole future life in my head, but no idea how to get there. "So it's been really great meeting you Joe." "Yeah, you too Marcus, I've had fun, thanks for inviting me." God I sound like such a nerd. Marcus checked the time, looking for the bus coming down the road. He seemed a little nervous, like I felt. "Erm, Joe, I really like you." How I wished that meant what I wanted it to mean. "I like you too Marcus, you seem really nice." "No, I mean..." I was aware of how close we were standing. Very close. "What?" "I mean, I really like you." I knew the bus was going to be here any second, I had to say something back, didn't I? So I went all out, well sort of. OK, so not 'all out' at all, but for me, still relatively momentous, and previously un-tested. "Marcus, I really like you too, but I don't know if we're talking about the same thing." He looked up and down the road again before turning back to face me. I was looking at him, wondering. He was looking back at me. My mouth was dry, and I didn't know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do though.
But what if I was wrong. I could easily have this totally wrong, and he's a bit drunk. After all, I have literally never done anything like this before. Marcus is a nice guy, an actually nice friendly guy who has given me no clue at all that he might be interested in me like I am in him. So I didn't really want to make myself look like a total idiot. Thankfully, and I mean, like, thank the gods of whatever it is you might believe in, standing there staring at him seemed to work. Which was good, I didn't have any other plan. He leaned closer to me, I didn't move. And he kissed me. Slowly, gently, softly, briefly, he kissed me on my lips. I just stood there. Stunned. "Fuck, I'm sorry Joe, I've got this all wrong, I just thought that you were, well, that maybe... And..." "It's OK. I liked it." "You did?" "Yeah Marcus, I liked it a lot." I smiled, realising that I hadn't been smiling despite feeling insanely excited. Then he kissed me again, properly, making my head explode in all kinds of good ways. This high intensity last-minute moment was somewhat anti-climatic when my bus didn't actually arrive. But making out with Marcus in the bus shelter, that more than made up for it. Now I have officially kissed exactly two boys. The other one was a boy from school who ended up not feeling the same way about boys as I do. By 1.30am it was pretty clear that there wasn't going to be a bus, and I was getting a little anxious about how I was going to get home. "Relax Joe, it's OK, you can come at stay at our house tonight and I'll drive you home in the morning." "Seriously?" "Yeah, of course, come on." I called my Mum, who seemed more annoyed that I woke her up than that I wasn't coming home. So it was settled, I was staying over with Marcus.
Well, at his house anyway. As we walked and talked I realised that as much as I didn't know where he lived, we were definitely going the long way round to get there. Not that I minded much, or at all. I minded even less when he took hold of my hand. It took us over an hour to get to his house, which was actually only about a fifteen minute walk away. Marcus opened the front door and I followed him inside. It was a nice house. Like a really nice house. I'd guess around four times bigger than my house. We stood in the kitchen as he drank a couple of glasses of water trying to counteract the alcohol of earlier in the evening. I stood there watching him, trying to figure out how this was all going to work. But then he kissed me again, and I stopped thinking so much. Wow, it's like he was magnetic or something, I just couldn't keep my hands off him, and he seemed to be liking it enough too. Our hands exploring each other as we kissed, through his hair, pulling his mouth even tighter against mine. He pulled my shirt out and was touching my bare skin as he leaned against me, pinning me against the worktop, like I minded that at all! This was, most definitely, the sexiest real-life moment of my entire life, and my lightweight dress trousers were doing nothing to hide it. And neither were his, as we pressed and rubbed against each other. "Come on" he said, "it's time for bed". To say I was disappointed would be a total understatement. But I also knew it would have to end. "OK, should I sleep down here on the sofa?" "What? No, of course not, come on." He grabbed my hand and led me towards the stairs. "Oh, you have a spare room I can stay in? That's great, thanks." Marcus turned and looked at me like I imagine a lot of people look at me.
With a puzzled and confused expression of 'what the fuck is wrong with you?'. "Actually there are two spare rooms, but I didn't think you would want to stay in either of them. I mean, you can if you want, I'll show you..." Oh. Now he was looking kind of sad. Oh.... wait! I get it. "You mean...?" "If you want to, I mean, I'd like that, but if you don?t want to.... Sorry, I just..." "No, it's cool." Cool? I mean, what a stupid thing to say. Cool. It wasn't cool at all. It was totally the opposite of cool. Like hot, really really hot. But I suppose you know that hot is the opposite of cool. I'm just rambling now. Marcus smiled again, I melted a little bit more, and followed him upstairs. And then upstairs again. Wow, this house is much bigger than mine. His room was on the top floor of the three storey detached house, and was massive. Like, actually massive. He basically had the whole floor to himself, with his own bathroom. I was looking around his room, at all of the stuff he had, and at how messy it was. Yeah, Marcus' bedroom is about as big as all of the bedrooms in my house put together.
My brief building survey was interrupted by Marcus closing the door behind me, and in doing so, pushing me back against it. I was expecting a kiss. I wasn't expecting him to be licking and kissing my neck though, or to be making that moaning noise which must have been coming from me.
I'd never felt anything like it before. His hands were feeling me all over, and then he was grabbing my ass. Any semblance of doubt, not that there was any, would have evaporated right then. Yeah, this boy was definitely interested in me. We walked, or perhaps more accurately, staggered whilst not breaking contact with each other, towards the bed. Somehow, and I'm not really complaining about how, Marcus was already half undressed. Shoes kicked off, jacket thrown on the floor, bow tie pulled undone, shirt unbuttoned.
He was fucking sexy. I, on the other hand, was just stood there holding my jacket, looking at him. "What?" he asked. Now before you get all carried away, I do know enough about myself to know that I can sometimes get a little distracted by stupid details. "Erm, it's just, do you have a hanger because I've got to return this suit...". "Of course" I could see he was smiling, but not laughing at me, as he grabbed a spare hanger and brought it over to me. Taking my jacket and hanging it up, he then pulled at my bow tie, undoing it, and started to unbutton my shirt.
His fingers brushing against my chest, probably more than was strictly required for unbuttoning purposes. He removed my shirt and went to find another hanger for it. I liked that. I sat on the edge of the bed and unfastened my shoes, kicking them off and pulling off my socks. Standing up, I threw caution to the wind ? well for me anyway, and unfastened my trousers. Hanging them carefully with the suit jacket, I turned to see Marcus standing right next to me. Slightly disappointingly, he was still wearing his boxers. But as loose fitting as they were, the hard bulge was pretty obvious. Not that my tighter fitting ones were hiding anything from view either. We just stood there for a few seconds, or hours, I'm not sure which, looking at each other. I felt like I wanted to absorb this moment to keep it forever. He was fit, not just sexy fit, but really physically fit. And a bit bigger than me, taller, stronger, older? He must be older. I didn't even know how old he was. In fact I didn't even know his last name. I didn't care that much right then either. But I really should ask him later. He pulled me onto the bed with him, and we were kissing harder than before, like it felt more urgent, more important. And wow it felt good.
This was nearly naked kissing. I'd never felt someone so close to me before, not like this. I was on top of him, skin on skin, and now just blatantly grinding my hard dick against his. His hands running up and down my back, through my hair, over my ass. And then sliding into the waistband of my boxers, down, grabbing my ass for real. God how I moaned into his mouth right then. Squeezing my ass and pushing our dicks even harder against each other. And his hand moving around my ass, over my hip, towards, and then actually taking hold of my dick. Fuck. No-one has ever touched my dick before, and I was worried I was going to cum straight away. But his hand was gone, he pushed down my boxers and his own, kicking them away somewhere, so that we were totally naked. Hard dick against even bigger hard dick. I could feel it, so hard and hot, pushing against me. Obviously I've seen lots of hard dicks before, that's what the internet is for isn't it? But this one was real, and here. I moved to lay next to Marcus so I could see him totally naked, but he had other ideas, moving on top of me so that I was now on my back and he was above me. As if knowing what I wanted, he sat up, so that he was sitting across my thighs, his knees either side of my hips, and his big hard dick hanging, or rather sticking out and throbbing just above mine. I reached out to touch it, to hold it. Hot, and hard, yet soft.
Familiar, after all I touch my own enough, but also new. Marcus closed his eyes as I closed my hand around it and started to slowly wank him.
Moments later I watched as he did the same to me, matching my slow steady speed. I knew that there was no way in the world that I was going to be able to make this last very long, no matter how much I wanted to. With my left hand I reached up to pull Marcus close to me, I wanted to be kissing him again, feeling him closer to me. It made the wanking a bit more awkward, but it was so much better, having him on top of me, almost covering my whole body with his, kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I needed more, and started wanking him faster. He seemed to understand and tightened his grip and sped up on me too, making me moan again. "You're so fucking hot Joe, and I don't think you even know it." Hearing those words coming from this amazing boy was both weird, and amazing. He thinks I'm hot! Wow! Marcus was holding himself just above me with one arm, so I took my chance to explore some more of him, reaching down, over his tight body, lower, until I could feel his balls.
Holding them, squeezing gently, pulling them slightly. "Awwwww fuck!" I guess that's a happy noise from Marcus as I watched him swallow hard, and felt him wank me even faster. I'm not sure what happened to me in that moment, but I wanted him, like, really wanted him, to eat him. I lifted my head to lick his neck, wanking him as fast as I could, because I knew I was really close. We were both breathing hard and fast, and he was saying my name over and over. I don't even know why, but I couldn't help myself, and I actually started to bite his neck, like totally bite him. My grip on his dick and his balls tightened slightly as I realised that I was about to cum. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Marcus was almost shouting out loud, and then I felt it. The red hot stickyness of cum landing on my body. Seconds later I realised that it wasn't actually mine, Marcus was shooting his cum, and lots of it, hitting both of us. And that was then I lost any hope of control. Knowing that Marcus was cumming was enough to send me over the edge, and I started to cum too, harder than I think I've ever cum before.
My moans were muffled as I was still biting his neck, and after what felt like several minutes of endless cum shooting, but was probably only 30 seconds, Marcus collapsed on top of me, squashing our bodies together, both covered with each others spunk. I don?t think it was possible for me to feel any happier right then. After a few minutes we had both returned to a more normal breathing rate and we rolled onto our sides, facing each other. "Joe, that, was fucking incredible." "It was? Cool." "What, you didn?t think so?" "Marcus, I thought it was fucking incredible too, I just don't really have anything to compare it to." Well I'd said it, slightly without meaning to, it was there, out in the open. This was my first experience of anything like this, with anyone else. "You mean.... you've never.... this was your first time.....?" "Yeah." I was suddenly feeling embarrassed, and I suppose Marcus could see that. "Wow. I mean..... OK. Joe. You are, like, so beautiful, I just didn't even imagine that you hadn't done this before. So thank you, for letting it be with me." "Ha ha ha, you're thanking me? You have that totally the wrong way round Mr." "No, I don't think I do Joe." After several more minutes of just laying there, cuddling, talking, Marcus went and grabbed a towel for us to clean up a bit. We talked, briefly, about taking a shower together, but in reality I think we were both too tired for that. And so we fell asleep, arms around each other, my head on his chest. Happy, happy, happy thoughts. So yes, that is how I come to be laying in bed with this beautiful boy.