This story is meant for adults. If you are not supposed to read this; don't.
This is the first story I have posted on Nifty. Depending on how it is received, I may post a few more. I welcome any comments to twinkchaser@excite.com.
The next month was wonderful. I spent most of my time with Mitch. When we weren't at work, we visited the library, volunteered at the theatre, and made love. I stayed over at Mitch's apartment most nights. My parents were never very interested in what I was doing, but my newfound friend and distraction caused them to worry.
"Brendan, tell me about your friend Mitch," Mom asked one evening when I had stopped in to visit. Mitch was watching a football game all afternoon, and that inspired little interest in me. She and I were cooking dinner. I was mashing the potatoes and she was making the gravy. Dad was off, picking up some magazines at the newsstand.
"Well, he works with me on the line in the factory. He is from California. He likes the same books as I do, and we both like the theatre." I gave her the bare facts thinking that was good enough.
"Is he a nice boy? He doesn't get you in trouble does he?" I smiled at her. I guess she will always be my mom.
"Yes, he is very nice, and he doesn't let me get in trouble." I laughed and continued to mash the potatoes.
"Does he love you as much as you love him?" I stopped what I was doing and looked up at the wall in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I don't know if I was ashamed or embarrassed. I hate to think I was either. I just couldn't look. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat and looked down at the bowl on the table.
"I think he does, Mom. I really think he does."
"I'm happy for you dear. Now, have you finished the potatoes?" She walked over and took the bowl from me. She put her hand on my shoulder and stood there for a moment. She leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head and went back to her gravy.
I told Mitch what happened later that evening. He gave me his patented sad smile. He hugged me and welcomed me out of the closet. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He tossed me on the mattress and stepped back. He turned on the stereo and started to dance. I got comfortable and watched my special show.
"Woohoo baby, take it off," I called and whistled. He just smiled and turned to shake his ass at me. "Ooh, is that an invitation." He smiled over his shoulder and nodded. He pulled down his pants, shooting me a beautiful moon. I scooted to the foot of the bed and kissed his butt. He bent over slightly and I pressed my tongue into his crack. He moved back against me in time with the music. I licked at his ass as he pulled his pants all the way down. I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me. He moaned as I pressed my tongue into his pucker. I stood up and turned him around and pushed him onto the bed face down. I reached for the lotion and tossed it on the bed. I stripped down and crawled on top of him.
"Give it to me big boy." He writhed on the bed rubbing his dick against the bed sheets.
"I am going to give it to you hard and fast. I am going to cum in that tight ass of yours," I growled as I nibbled at the back of his neck. I rubbed my cock head up and down his crack. He spread his cheeks, inviting me in. I grabbed the lotion and rubbed some into his ass. I put more on my dick and teased his hole with the head. I lifted my hips up and positioned the head at the target. I pushed until it broke through. I slammed into him, showing him no mercy. I had learned that he liked it like that sometimes.
I thrust into his tight hole. I pumped into him until I could tell he was going to cum. I pulled out of him and flipped him over. I leaned down and sucked his cock. He moaned loudly and filled my throat with his hot cum. I sucked out every last drop and then put his legs over my shoulders. I entered him quickly and it only took a few strokes before I emptied into him. I groaned and fell against his chest.
"You are the best guy I have ever made love to," I said in between deep gasps of air.
"I am the only guy you have ever made love to," he returned with an exhausted smile.
"There you go. You are so good, I don't need any other." Mitch kept looking at me as his smile faded.
"Don't say that. There are lots of great guys out there."
"I thought we weren't going to talk about this." I climbed up off of him and sat on the bed. I looked around for my underwear, and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I stared at the man I saw before me. I was not the same little boy that I was, mere months ago. Despite my age, I was a child before I met Mitch. I walked back out into the bedroom. "How long do you have?" Mitch was now sitting on the side of the bed. He had pulled on his underwear, and was staring at the floor.
"I don't know."
"Yes you do," I returned quickly. "I am sure you know about how long you are going to live. They always give an estimate. I don't even know what is wrong with you."
"I am going to die. That is all there is. I am going to die and leave you and you have to get that through your thick skull. I am going to leave you, and you have to find someone else to love."
"Unless you are dying today, I don't want to think about it. You are the one who put me in that mindset. I wanted to talk about it, but you said no. Now you keep reminding me. Now, I don't want to talk about it." I sat down and stared at the floor.
"I guess you are right. I said no talking about it. I am just worried about you."
"Ok, the truth of the matter is I am young. I can probably find someone else. I just don't want to think about it while I still have you. I will think about that when the time comes. Let's just hold onto each other while we can."