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Now that I was at College I was remembering the past with Erik alot. We talked on the phone religiously, but I still missed him. I was at Florida State, him at Harvard. The only way I'd seen his sparkling blue eyes in the past few months had been via webcam. So the memories kept me close to him. As of late, memories of Homecoming 2000 had been running through my mind. To this day, that remains one of the most beautiful and perfect nights of my life.
Homecoming at Harborfield was a much bigger deal than at my old school in Florida. The entire week was dedicated to it. There were stupid little contests all week long, different spirit days all throughout the week, and the big finale being the football game Friday, and the announcement of homecoming King and Queen. The race for King this year was pretty interesting, as it pitted me, Erik, and our good friend Colby against one another. In all honesty, it wasn't a race, as we didn't actually have to do anything. What it came down to was a school wide popularity contest. But the three of us got a nice laugh out of being nominated. After all, two of us were Gay, and dating each other, and the other was bisexual, and had broken hearts on both sides of the spectrum. We were completely clueless on who would win, but oddsmakers were predicting Erik.
Even though we weren't technically required to do anything, it was still a pretty hectic week. Most of my week was spent running from pep rallies, to cross country meets, to working my piddly little cashier job. Thursday was my first day off from everything that week. And it was also the first day Erik and I got to be alone.
In nice weather, Erik and I spent as much time outside as possible. But it was already October, so Mother Nature had ceased her delivery of warm weather to Michigan until at least March. So our activities today consisted of nothing but laying around in front of the fireplace, and maybe a video. And since my dad was working a death penalty case down in Louisiana, we had the house all to ourselves.
Thursday was my usual day off, but Erik still had practice. So while I was waiting for him to arrive, it gave me a chance to clean up what little mess I had made the past week alone in the house. I was busying myself in the kitchen when I heard the living room door open. I walked into the living room, and saw Erik hanging his jacket. He walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. He then grasped my hand and led me over to the couch. I sat down, and he followed, laying his head in my lap.
"Baby, I feel like hell," He said as I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Well, you still look good," I replied somewhat jokingly.
But in all honesty, he did look good. Erik was the only man alive that could make a tattered old T-shirt and football pants, both covered in dirt look good. Well, him and Drew Brees.
"Yeah, right," He disagreed. "I probably smell like hell too,"
"Nah. You got that sweaty man smell going on. I like it,"
"Well then its a good thing I didn't shower at school then isn't it?"
"Why didn't you shower at school?" I asked, leaning down and kissing him.
"Well, I was thinking you and I could take a shower together. Its been awhile," He said as our kiss parted.
"I like that idea," I said, leaning down and kissing him once more. "But I got one better. How bout a bubble bath?"
"Sounds perfect,"
"Okay, I'll get the bath ready. You go to my room, and don't come out with clothes on," I said, followed by a kiss, then making my way down the hall to my father's bathroom.
Since my dad was in Louisiana, we had full use of the only actual bathtub in the entire house, which was in his bedroom. I turned the water on then began to search around the room for bubble bath. I found what was obviously Heather's stash in a cupboard underneath the tub itself. I dug around for a few seconds, until I found the scent I wanted, blueberry. I poured in the directed two capfulls and mixed it with the water. As the bubbles began to form, I walked back across the hall to my bedroom.
As I walked in, Erik was just peeling off his shirt. His back was to me, so I walked up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist. He grasped my hands in his as I kissed his neck softly. I inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful scent of my boyfriend. He leaned his head back and our lips connected for a short, but passionate kiss. He then released my hands and returned to removing his clothes.
"I love you," I said as I began to search through my CD case.
"Love you more," He joked, his football pants landing on the floor in front of me.
I let that comment go and continued my CD search until I found the one I was looking for, 98 Degrees debut album. I pulled it from the case then walked back across the hall to my dad's bedroom. I popped it into the CD player then reached over and shut off the water. The bubbles were almost to the top, which meant that with two people in the tub, the water would be just perfect. As the sounds of "Come and Get it" began to play, I began to strip down.
The mirrors in my dad's bathroom were floor length, so I took the chance whenever I was in here to admire myself. I had a pretty good body. My abs were my strong point, or so I was told. And I have to admit, they were pretty well defined. I had nice arms too, but they were nothing compared to Erik's. But no matter how good my body was, I still thought the combination of my hair and eyes set off the whole "Adam Package" so to speak. Really light blonde hair, and dark brown eyes. It was a joke within my family that my mother wasn't really my mother, as she had red hair, my dad has black, and I somehow wound up blonde. I would think I wasn't my father's child, if it weren't for the fact we had almost identical facial features and the same color eyes.
Once all my clothes were off, I dipped slowly down into the steaming water. The water instantly went to work on the tenseness my muscles had build up over the past few days. I had placed first in a cross country meet with almost a minute over the other runners. My legs, however, continued to remind me of my victory with their constant aching. This bubble bath was serving more than one purpose. Not only did it work wonders for my sore muscles, but it also allowed me to spend some naked alone time with the sexiest man this side of Brad Pitt.
I was amusing myself with the bubbles as I saw Erik walk in, stark naked. I stared in wonder at his perfect body. Everything about it was so beautiful. Like the way his chest flexed as he walked. Or the way the light hit his skin, making him almost shine. Or the way his massive 8 inch tool was hardening under my gaze. I never removed my eyes from him as he lowered himself into the tub. Once he was in, he leaned over and brought his lips to mine. Our lips touched sensuously. I could feel Erik's tongue begging entrance into my mouth. I submitted and soon felt his tongue softly caressing mine. I felt Erik's hand slide slowly up my back, eventually resting in my hair. I bought my hands to his neck and began to graze his fingers softly across the back of it. He moaned out softly and buried his head in my neck.
"Must you torture me?" He asked, grazing his hand lightly across my back.
"You like it," I replied tauntingly.
"Mmm, just like you like this," He said, grasping my cock.
I moaned out as his hand encircled my rapidly hardening staff. I began sucking lightly at his neck as he began to jerk my cock with long, slow strokes. Our lips connected again with a passionate fury. I felt Erik bring his free hand to my chest and begin to pinch lightly at my nipples as his other hand continued its blissful torture of my throbbing 8 inches. It had been weeks since the last time we'd had sex. I could already feel the oncoming of an orgasm. But as I felt my balls begin to rise, the shrill buzzer of my doorbell went off. Erik stopped his stroking then looked up at me with question in his eyes.
"Keep going," I whispered.
"What if its your Grandma, again?" He asked.
I laughed for a second at the memory his statement produced. We had been in the middle of the act (in the living room no less) when the doorbell rang. We attempted to keep going, but my Grandma called through the window. Needless to say the mood was ruined. So Erik quickly withdrew from me and we scrambled to put our clothes on and make it look like nothing was happening. We realized after my Grandma had left that we had left the tube of Watermelon flavored lube on the coffee table. Thankfully she never noticed. Or if she did, she hadn't mentioned it. I'm not so sure I could handle that explanation.
With that experience fresh in my mind, I pushed myself up from the water and grabbed a bathrobe. I quickly slipped it on then turned back to Erik.
"Might as well get dressed," I said, tying the robe. "Something tells me we're done for the day."
He looked up at me with a sad puppydog look in his gorgeous blue eyes. Even after a year, I still couldn't resist those eyes. I dropped to my knees and grabbed his chin with my hand. I kissed him softly on the lips then once more on the forehead. He smiled up at me and I kissed him once more.
"You're so beautiful," I said as I got to my feet.
"I know," He replied, standing up from the water. "Hand me a towel will ya?"
I grabbed a towel from the towel rack and handed it to Erik. He slipped it around his waist and stepped onto the bathroom rug. As he began to dry himself I made my way to the living room door. I peeked through the peephole and noticed the blue and white painted hair of our King opponent Colby. I opened the door and began to my walk back to the bathroom where Erik was. Colby walked in and shut the door behind him. He followed closely behind me as I re-entered the bathroom.
"Did I interrupt something?" Colby asked as he took a seat on the sink.
"Sex, as usual," Erik replied, buttoning his pants.
"I'm pretty good at that huh?" Colby laughed.
I just nodded the affirmative and stopped to think how often Colby had interrupted the sex life of Erik and I. Hell, that was how he found out about us to begin with. You see, my bedroom was once a dining room for the people who lived here before me. So because of that, my room had sliding glass doors leading to the back yard. So to not bother my dad (He's a lawyer, his life is work. My friends popping in and out annoys him.), I had my friends just walk around to the back and come in my doors. Well, Erik and I were in the middle of a pretty hot makeout session when Colby decided to drop by un-announced. He saw us through the doors, of course. Apparently he sat there for like 5 minutes in shock before finally knocking. Thankfully he was cool about everything. I'm pretty sure he loved being the only person in school who knew. He loved being "life long friend who stumbled onto his best friend making out with his boyfriend" guy. But if someone had to find out our secret, there was no one Erik and I trusted more than Colby.
"So what's up Colb?" I asked, slipping my pants on then dropping my robe to the floor.
"Just bringing the news on Homecoming, since you both skipped out before the daily festivities." He replied, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "The preliminary vote count so far has Adam winning by 4%,"
"I told you being nice to freshmen helped," I laughed, slipping some deodorant under my arms.
Erik took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. I sat down in front of him on the floor and shuddered slightly as his hands connected with my still bare chest. Colby had seen us in less clothes than this, so putting our shirts on just wasn't a necessity.
"Well, that's just a poll. The final votes won't be done till tomorrow at 4, or so says Gidget,"
"Well, if she gets her way, I'll lose," I replied.
Good ole Gidget. She and I had been less than friends since I moved to this school. If you remember her from the second chapter, she was convinced Erik had a thing for her. She began to follow him around school, show up at his locker after class, she was basically his stalker. And me, being the closeted boyfriend, got pretty pissed off about the whole thing. So we got my cousin Melissa to be Erik's cover up girlfriend. Her job was basically to hang out with us at major public appearances, like football games for instance. And this one football game, Melissa was with us, and hanging on Erik like we hired her for. I walked away from them at one point to get hot cocoa, or something. Anyways, Gidget and the Tramp Patrol (That's what we nicknamed them.) were standing not far from the concession stand talking pretty bad about Melissa, and Erik in turn for "going out" with her. So of course, being the man I am, went up to her and nicely (yeah, or not) told her what exactly I thought of her, and how she was living in a fantasy world if she ever thought she'd get Erik. I think I even mentioned something about he'd rather date toast. I don't know exactly. But from then on, Gidget and I were at odds with one another.
"Yeah, she hates your guts," Colby replied. "She's pulling for me to win, or so she says,"
"Well, you did fuck her you nasty slut," Erik laughed.
"Don't remind me of my past mistakes," Colby said, shaking his head.
I just laughed and chose not to comment on Colby's sexual history, which read like the Chicago phone book. And I didn't even know the half of it, or so I was told. Colby didn't believe in love. So his life was purely sex. And since he was bi, he got it from either side. He had sex more than me and Erik did, and we went at it like rabbits when given the opportunity.
"There aren't enough days in the year to remind you of your past mistakes buddy," Erik laughed, standing up and stretching.
"Yeah, fuck you. At least I wasn't a virgin until I was 16," Colby snapped back.
"Ouch," I piped in, getting to my feet.
"You suck Colby," Erik said, defeated. "Hold me babe," He said again, laying his head on my shoulder in mock pain.
Colby just laughed and made his exit from the bathroom. Erik laughed at himself slightly and kissed me softly on the lips. I just smiled and grasped his hand as we made our way out of the bathroom and to the kitchen where Colby was now digging in the refrigerator. Erik and I took a seat at the bar and the three of us began to converse about tomorrow's King election. They both were predicting a victory for me, citing my friendliness with the underclassman the reason. I agreed, but in all honesty could've cared less. I didn't care which one of us won the crown. I would just be happy when this week was over, and I could go back to spending my evenings wrapped up in Erik's arms.
The rest of that night passed by pretty uneventfully. Colby wound up hanging around until almost midnight. So by the time he left, sex was the furthest thing from the minds of Erik and myself. Only thing either one of us wanted to do was sleep. We called it a night around 12:30 AM. The last thing I remember of that night was telling Erik that I loved him, and listening to his heartbeat as I fell quickly asleep.
We awoke the next morning about 20 minutes later than we were supposed to. So our usual morning routine was rushed through. And our usual breakfast of Nurtrigran Bars and Chocolate milk was eaten in the car on the drive to school. As we pulled into the school parking lot, I gave my watch a glance. We had arrived with five minutes to spare. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror, and had to tell myself that for getting ready in less than 15 minutes, I looked pretty damned good. I leaned across the seat and gave Erik a quick kiss on the lips. He gave himself a quick glance in the mirror, and gave himself a thumbs up. I laughed slightly and made my hasty exit from the car and into the building as the bell for first period sounded.
The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. Every direction I turned I had someone asking me something about Homecoming. As much as I enjoyed the attention, I couldn't wait for everything to return to normal. I did three different interviews, with three different reporters for the school newspaper. In every one, I was asked whom I thought would emerge victorious. Just to confuse the reporters, I answered different each time. By the time I finished with my last interview, school was over, and I ran to my car where Erik awaited.
We drove to my house and pretty much did nothing up until the time came for me to get ready. I got to dress up for the evening, Erik however would be decked out in his football uniform when the announcement of King came. I didn't over due the dress, like wearing a tuxedo or anything. Just a nice vest and a silk shirt with some dress pants, all brand new of course. That was one good thing about Homecoming, it got my dad to fork over the credit card for some new clothes.
After I was ready, Erik and I made the short drive to the school. We snuck in a quick kiss, and then I left him to go to the gymnasium as I had been instructed earlier in the day. This was where Colby and I got to wait until Half-time. At that point, we got to hit the field and await the announcement on who would be the 2000 King of Harborfield. We would have a queen too, but she was rather unimportant. Since all three of the ladies (and I use that term loosely) nominated didn't really care for any of us. But thankfully we only had to fraternize with them for a short time while we rode around the field with the crowns on our heads. After that, the school would repossess the crowns, and we'd wait 6-8 weeks for a worthless plaque telling us we had been elected 2000 King and Queen arrived in the mail. Homecoming wasn't really a big deal for those of us nominated, once you stop to think about it.
Even with those thoughts running through my mind, I still had butterflies. Colby and I wished each other good luck, then made our way to the girls locker room to wait for the ladies we were to walk with onto the field. I was relieved when I saw read the sheet stating which girls we were to walk with, and noticed my buddy Gidget was assigned to walk with Colby. I laughed at him about it, until she walked out. At that point, I turned away from her to wait for Krystal Canton, whom I was scheduled to walk with. When Krystal walked out, we exchanged pleasantries, and I extended my arm. She slipped hers through, and we began our walk to the football field.
We stood on the field looking like utter morons for about 5 minutes before they actually began to announce us. It was pretty pointless, we were the six most popular people in the school after all. But I guess it was for those in attendance who didn't know who we were. Since my last name was the highest in the alphabet, I was announced last. After the announcer had finished, he asked for a drum roll, which the band happily provided. The butterflies has completely risen from my stomach and were almost taking over my throat. Krystal and I wished each other good luck, as the announcer resumed his announcements.
"And the 2000 queen of Harborfield High School....Krystal Canton!"
Krystal, from instinct I supposed turned and hugged me. I told her congratulations just as they pulled her away and to her "throne" atop the Senior Homecoming Float. They allowed last years queen time to hand over the crown (which she'd only regained today) and the robe before the announcer resumed his announcements yet again.
"And the 2000 King of Harborfield High School.....Adam Ross!"
I was in disbelief for a few seconds until last years King (who was a total hottie, really buff guy named Brock) came over and tossed the robe around my shoulders. He removed the crown from his head and placed it sideways on my head. We shared a laugh, and with a slap on the shoulder he said "Congratulations Ross," and walked over to last years Queen for the traditional "stepping down" walk off of the field. The Junior "Princess" as she was called came over and led me to the float. I hopped up, and took a seat next to Krystal. She hugged me yet again, and said congratulations. I echoed her statements as the truck pulling the Float began my first ride as King.
The rest of the football game for me was spent taking pictures. Fortunately, I did get to watch the game long enough to see Erik score the game winning touchdown. Once the game was over, Krystal and I had to relinquish our crowns to the principal. I did so eagerly, and immediately tried to leave. But before I had the chance, Krystal pulled me off to the side behind the gigantic Eagle which was the Senior Float.
"Congratulations Adam. I couldn't have asked for a better king," She said, a little too friendly for my liking.
"Thanks Krystal, same here. But I've really got to get going," I said, turning to walk away.
"This isn't going to cause problems with Erik is it? I mean, you guys ARE the cutest couple in school,"
I froze dead in my tracks. Erik and I were VERY selective with who we told. And there was no way in hell either of us would've told Krystal. It is true, of the queen nominees, she may have been the one I liked the most. But she hardly fit the "best friend so you can know I'm gay" category. How she knew of Erik and I, I was clueless. I turned around to face her with a look of shock and horror on my face.
"Calm down Adam," She said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "I'm cool with it, my cousin Sean is gay,"
I immediately brought my finger to my mouth with a "shh." I knew her cousin Sean was gay. It was pretty hard not to with all the lycra and leather that he wore. I supposed he could've "gaydar" figured me out and told Krystal. But that was unlikely since I was absolutely straight acting, and had conversed with the guy all of three times. That wasn't from my attempts to hide my sexuality, but really from the fact he was extremely annoying. He was extremely conceited and arrogant, alot like Krystal. Except he had no reason to be. He wasn't the world's most beautiful guy. "How did you know?" I asked in a whisper. "I know what to look for, I've known about Seany most of our lives. Once Sean told me you might be, I started paying attention to you and Erik. That's when I noticed how you looked at each other. Any idiot could see how much you guys are in love,"
"You didn't tell anyone did you?" I asked, still a bit paranoid that pretty much a complete stranger knew my secret.
"No. Your secret is safe with me. Now get going, I think there's someone over there waiting for you," She said, pointing over my shoulder where Erik stood with his duffel bag in hand.
"Thanks Krystal. You're alot cooler than I gave you credit for,"
"You go have fun. I'll talk to you later my King," She laughed, walking away to where her girlfriends stood talking.
I stood for a second still in shock that that had actually happened. Erik walked over to me and punched me in the arm. That was our equivalent to a hug in the presence on straight people. That kept us much more discreet than the friendly pat on the ass that Colby had suggested.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Big, long story," I replied. "I'll tell you later. Lets just get out of here," I said, walking in the direction of my car.
"Okay," Erik said, shrugging his shoulders and following behind me.
When I got to my car, I immediately dug into my CD case for something new to listen to. I had been driving around for about 2 days with the same Jennifer Lopez CD in, and I was getting quite sick of it. I didn't like her all that much to begin with. She didn't fit into the hate, or Aguilera category as I called it however. She just didn't rank up there in my favorite artists. I selected the Michael Jackson Greatest Hits CD I had burned, and popped it into the player as Erik hopped into the car. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my lips. I smiled brightly at him and started the car. I threw it into gear as "Man in the Mirror" began to play.
"So where to?" I asked, as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.
"My house, I wanna grab something real quick," He replied
"Okay," I said, taking the turn off for Erik's road.
The rest of the short drive was driven in silence. When we arrived at his house, he hopped out of the car quickly with a "Wait here." I obliged and cranked up the volume on the CD player as "Billie Jean" came on. Erik quickly reemerged with a blanket and the CD player from his bathroom in his hand. I didn't know for sure, but I assumed our plans were now the beach. Those were our usual beach going necessities.
"So where to?" I asked as he tossed the blanket and radio into the back seat.
"To the stars my love," He replied, leaning over and kissing me softly.
"I don't think I have enough gas," I replied with a cute little smirk on my face.
"Smart ass,"
"You know me,"
"To the beach, beautiful,"
Okay,"
I put the car into reverse and quickly exited Erik's driveway. Once I was on the road, he reached over and grasped my hand in his. We started to chat about the events of the evening. I filled him in on the whole Krystal situation. He seemed to be relieved that her knowing about us was all. I guess she'd been staring at him in World History class for awhile, and he thought she wanted him. She probably did, most girls in that school drooled over Erik. But at least Krystal knew she couldn't have him. The girls in our school were probably why I always managed a smile when I was there. Walking around, knowing all of those girls wanted my man, what a satisfying experience.
When we arrived at the beach, we parked the car on the road and began our walk down the beach to "our spot." (The little cave dealie, I know you know what I'm talking about.) I went to work lighting a fire while Erik busied himself laying out the blanket and selecting the appropriate music for the evening. As so often, the appropriate music was selected as Jessica Simpson's "Sweet Kisses" CD, or "our CD" as we had come to call it. After I had finished lighting the fire, I slipped the matches back into my pocket and walked over and sat down next to Erik on the blanket. He brought his hands to my face and lovingly stroked my cheek before bringing his lips softly to mine. His kisses started off as small pecks, but soon turned into a passionate barrage of kisses. I began to slide my hand slowly up his shirt as our kissing continued. But as my hand connected with his chest, he stopped me in my tracks.
"Wait, I have some stuff to say first," He said sweetly.
"Okay," I replied, not sure exactly what was about to transpire.
"Adam, you came into my life a year ago and completely turned my life around. I mean, I never thought I'd love again, but then came you. You changed my life so much by just being you, and being near me, and loving me. I owe you my life,"
I meanwhile felt the tears rushing to my eyes. But being the macho man I was, I tried my best to fight them back, until at least the end of his speech.
"What I'm saying is I love you Adam. And I don't know what the future will hold for us. I pray to God every night we'll still be together 40 years from now, but I really don't know. But even if we don't make it, I want you to have something to always remember me by. That's why I got you this," He said, pulling the box from his jacket pocket.
I glanced at the box for a second and knew immediately it was a necklace of some sort. All that was left was to find out what exactly this most perfect man on Earth had gotten me.
"I know we outlawed rings. And I don't really dig bracelets of any kind, except for those Rainbow friendship ones, but I'm not ready to wear one of those,"
I just chuckled at the way he was phrasing this explanation. What I'm sure was supposed to be a heavily romantic jesture was turning into comedy. But that was part of Erik's charm, being able to lighten the mood of even the most serious of situations.
"Anyways. I had all that running through my mind when I found this. I knew right away it was the perfect gift," He explained, a look of complete happiness sparkling in his gorgeous blue eyes.
He flipped open the top of the box and in it lay a gold chain with the number 12 hanging on it. There really wasn't a material gift more perfect for a closeted guy to get his closeted boyfriend. He had gotten me a chain with my Basketball and Baseball number on it. I leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I can't believe you did this," I said, staring deep into his eyes, a smile plastered across my face.
"You like it?"
"I love it. Put it on me,"
He pulled the chain from the box and undid the fastener. He slipped it around my neck then resumed his kisses. I slid my hands once more up his shirt and began to massage lightly at his nipples with my finger. We stopped our kisses long enough for him to remove his shirt. He tossed his shirt over in the direction of our coats and tackled me lightly to the ground. He began to work his magic on the buttons of my vest and shirt, and in no time had them pushed back and my chest exposed. His kisses began to migrate south, down my jaw, to my neck, and eventually to my nipples. He began his usual tease of my nipples; massaging them with his tongue and then blowing on them to make them hard. As he did that, I could feel his hand drifting slowly down my leg and towards my rapidly hardening cock. I felt his hand stop at the button of my pants, and one handed he released the button.
He stopped his tonguing of my nipples and brought himself down eye level with my now swollen penis, begging release from its fabric confines. Erik quickly obliged, and pulled my pants and boxers down in one motion. Erik immediately grasped my cock in his hand and began jerking lightly. I moaned out slightly and thrust up into his hand. I heard him giggle lightly as I felt his breath getting nearer and nearer to my cock. Almost seconds later I felt his warm mouth encircle all 8 inches of my dick. He began slowly bobbing up and down, pausing to suck the head each time. It had been weeks since I'd felt his mouth wrapped around my cock. I felt his hand begin to squeeze my balls, sending shocks throughout my body. I then felt his hand drift lower, and began to massage lightly at my anus. I moaned out, almost my way of begging his finger to enter me. His finger slid slowly in, and then began massaging my prostate in the same rhythm that his mouth was working my dick. Ecstasy was quickly taking over my body. I knew with only a few minutes more of this, I would send my juice flowing down Erik's throat. But I didn't want that this time. I wanted to feel Erik's cum inside me.
"Erik," I moaned. "Fuck me,"
I felt my cock slip from his mouth and his finger pull slowly from my anus. He slid up on the blanket and looked deep into my eyes.
"Are you sure? I didn't bring anything,"
"I'm sure sweety," I replied, squeezing his hand
"Won't it hurt without lube?"
"I've got just the thing," I said, sitting up and unzipping his pants.
I tossed my shirts towards the pile of clothes we had started, then continued removing his pants. I tossed them towards the pile as well, then grasped his cock in my hand. I jerked up a few times, causing a bubble of pre-cum to leak from the tip. I licked it up quickly with my tongue, then dove onto Erik's sweet meat. He moaned out loudly and thrust up into my mouth, almost choking me with his throbbing 8 inches. I sucked him for only a minute then removed him from my mouth. His cock was now dripping with my saliva. I lay back on the blanket and motioned Erik towards me with my finger. He got the hint and placed himself between my legs.
"If it hurts, just tell me,"
"I'll be fine," I assured him.
"Okay," He said, lifting my legs onto his shoulders.
I felt his cock slowly enter my ass and almost screamed out in pain. But with the help of the music playing, I was able to concentrate on more than just the pain. Once Erik was completely in, he leaned down and began kissing softly at my neck and he started to slowly thrust into me. I was quickly lost in the heaven Erik's cock brought me. I could hear him moaning lightly in my ear as his cock continued to rock my world. I felt his hand encircle my painfully hard cock and begin to jerk it in sync with his fucking. In almost no time, I screamed out of my orgasm and clenched my ass tightly around Erik's cock. He moaned out and almost bit my shoulder as I shot more than 6 shots of cum in between us. Erik let my still throbbing cock slip from his grasp as he continued his blissful pounding. He displayed why I had given him the nick name of "Marathon Man" as he continued his fucking for almost 10 minutes more. As his orgasm neared, he leaned down and whispered "I love you." into my ear. I then felt him thrust into me one final time, and felt his cock deposit load after load of his juice into my ass. I felt him slip his cock from my ass and then inch up the blanket. He kissed me softly on the lips then lay his head down on my chest.
"I love you," He said softly, yawning at the finish of his statement.
"I love you too," I echoed, beginning to stroke his hair softly with my hand.
I felt Erik hug me tight to him and then felt his breathing slow against my chest. I yawned out quietly, and closed my eyes. As the sandman won our battle, I heard Jessica hit the high note in "Your Faith in Me."
When I awoke less than an hour later, Erik was not on my chest as he had been. I sat up on the blanket, and crawled over to my clothes. I slipped my pants and boxers back on then stood up. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on over my still bare chest and made my way from the cave. As I walked out, I noticed Erik leaning against the side, staring at a fire blazing down the beach. I walked up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist. He craned his neck back and planted a kiss softly on my lips.
"Whatcha looking at?" I asked
"The couple down there. Just hoping that this beach blesses them like it did us," He replied, turning around.
He grabbed my chin in his hand and kissed me softly on the lips. I hugged him close to me and kissed him once more on the cheek.
"I love you Erik,"
"I love you too Adam,"
As our hug parted, our song (Where You Are by Jessica Simpson & Nick Lachey) began to play. The both of us giggled slightly at the timing. I slipped my arms around his neck and he pulled me close to him. I laid my head against his shoulder, and as the song says, we danced in the moonlight, just like we used to do.
"Yeah, hold on, he just got here," I heard as I walked into my dorm room after my last class of the day.
"Adam, telephone," My roommate, Tristan said, tossing the phone in my direction.
I picked up the phone and mouthed the words "Who is it?" to Tristan, but he didn't answer. I was worried. Since I was in the same area code, the loony bin was allowing my psycho, I mean mother to call me. I put the phone up slowly to my ear and cautiously said hello.
"Hey gorgeous," Erik's deep, sexy voice spoke to me.
"Hey baby, what's going on, its Tuesday. You don't call until tomorrow," I said sweetly, getting a gag motion from Tristan. I flipped him off and tossed a pillow at his head, connecting dead on target.
"I've got some good news," Erik explained.
"What's that?"
"I'm coming to see you!" He exclaimed.
"What?" I asked excitedly. "How?"
"Our exams end 2 weeks before yours do. I talked to my mom, and she said I could go see you instead of going home."
"Oh my God babe that is so fucking great. When do you get here?" I asked, the happiness evident from my bouncing seated on the bed.
"I'm at the airport right now,"
"What? You slick little bastard, how long have you been planning this?"
"A month, give or take," He laughed. At the airport I could just imagine him with his patented grin on his face, so proud that he'd pulled this off.
"You're in trouble Mister,"
"Promise?"
"Definently,"
"Good, now come get me,"
"I'm on my way,"
"Love you,"
"Love you too," I said, hanging up the phone.
"The boyfriend in town?" Tristan asked as I walked up next to him and deposited his cordless back onto it's base.
"Don't play dumb Tris, I know you knew," I said, slapping him playfully in the back of his head.
"Stop getting physical with me, save it for Erik," He yelled at my retreating back.
"Oh I plan on it," I said as I shut the door to our dorm behind me.
I bounded happily down the stairs and ran quickly to my car. I hopped in and quickly fired up the engine. I put on Mariah Carey's "Daydream" CD then tossed the car into reverse. I cranked up the song "Fantasy" to full blast as I drove to pick up my boyfriend, whom I hadn't seen in 4 months. Something told me, after this visit was over, I'd have a whole new batch of sweet memories to remember.....