Standard disclaimers apply. This story involves homosexual activity. If you don't like it or shouldn't read it, stop now. This story is my work, please don't copy it without my permission.
Copyright 2010 Mike Masterson.
"Fuck me!" The water from the group shower garbled his words slightly as the owner of the athetic hips behind him bucked forward, almost smashing the eagar bottom's head into the tiled wall.
"Oh, you like that shit, eh? Yo, keep his mouth full. I'm going to start getting serious back here." The bottom looked momentarily worried but a 10in hard cock was at his lips before he had a chance to argue.
"Oh yeah, this one has a nice tight hole. I could fuck this all day. How's his mouth?"
"Don't know, but his throat is nice and tight!" Both jocks laughed. The object of their pounding was lost in a haze of dick and obsenities. The raunchy talk continued as the Top's pace quickened while he pulled out almost to the head and thrust the entire shaft back in, forcing the bottom to impale himself further on the cock in front of him.
Both jocks begain breathing faster and moaning at the same time. "Oh fuck! take my cum, bitch! Going to fill you up! FUCK!" The bottom felt his insides seared as hot cum jetted through bowels.
"Oh yeah, eat my fuck!" The cock in front of him pulsed and shoved further down his throat spraying him from the other side with thick, bitter strands of cum. It overflowed and sputtered out of the bottom's mouth.
Overcome and out of his mind with being used, the bottom came violently, his own 8" cock bouncing adding rope after rope of jizz to the shower floor. The cock in front of him had already pulled out and was being rubbed in his hair. The cock in ass slowly pulled out with a plop, leaving his ass oozing cum. It slapped his ass a few times.
"Nice fuck, kid. Maybe tomorrow we'll show you what a good time really feels like."
Mitch woke up with a start, sweating and if the feeling in his crotch was any indication, he'd creamed himself while dreaming again. Given that dream, he wasn't surprised. Lately he'd been fixating on jocks. It was that time of year, fall and the start of the a new school year. Jocks were always in their prime, having worked out all summer, and eager to show it off.
He was a senior at a new school. With some regret that the dream didn't last longer, Mitch got out of bed and got cleaned up. He knew he'd never have the experiences that he dreamt about. Apart from not knowing any hot gay jocks, Mitch was a geek, complete with glasses, a small bit of weight he would rather see as muscle, and a shy demeanor that broke when he was playing D&D but rarely elsewise. His one characteristic that he was kind of proud of was his full red beard; he kept it trimmed fairly short, and it was close to the same auburn of his hair indoors. When the sun hit it, it lit up like fire. He never saw any other guys his own age with enough facial hair to match it. Despite it, he remained mostly invisible at school. The fact that the new school was large should make it easier.
The walk to school was pleasant. The new house was in a suburb with plenty of trees and the leaves hadn't started to turn yet. The summer heat wasn't in full swing this early in the day, but Mitch could tell it would be. A group of runners passed him on the sidewalk. All were very fit and some had their shirts off. He felt a stirring in his crotch.
"Oh great, it's going to be one of those days" If he were lucky, and very brave, Mitch might find a place to relieve himself during school, but it was more likely that he would have to keep careful control over wandering thoughts and hide his crotch creatively. The secret was to never make it look like you were trying to hide a raging hardon.
it's only one day and then you have the weekend to recover. Why do they start the year on a Friday, anyway?
He went through the motions of the usual school tour for new, incoming students; his parents were wandering scholars who lectured at various universities, which kept them and Mitch on the move.
The day progressed nicely, which meant it was mostly boring; excitment on the first day can be a bad thing, he had learned. Despite a creeping desire to spy a few more runners, football stars, or anyone in a shower, Mitch was grateful his schedule didn't include gym that day. The concentration required to shower without noticable embarrassment would have been too much. Plus he had no idea how this school treated its gay population. Some schools were more accepting than others.
His final class before an open period at the end of the day was Calc. Mitch grinned a little behind his beard. Math had always come easily for him. The teacher, intent on stumping the class with a particularly hard problem and torturing them with annoying back-to-school weekend homework, was surprised, and perhaps slightly annoyed, when Mitch solved it. Instead, the Calc teacher resorted to assinging some review problems from last year, much to the pleasure of the class. Mitch seemed to gain some points there, but not much notice apart from the nerdier element in class. That was fine with him.
He settled into chair in a study area, reviewing his schedule for next week, when a most peculiar thing happened. He was noticed.
"Hey there." Mitch barely registered the voice, not used to being addressed at random.
"Hello?" A hand waved in the air in front of his chair. Mitch was startled at the attention and gave the owner of the hand a confused look.
"You ok? I know you speak English. I was just in Calc with you." For the first time, Mitch looked at the person speaking to him and was slightly shocked.
He was amazingly handsome, Mitch thought. He was around 6'3" with short black hair, bright green eyes, and adorable face, which was currently looking concerend. He was clearly a jock. Apart from his backpack, he carried a letterman jacked under his arm. His hands were large and slightly caloused. His arms were also large and well-defined. Mitch's eyes didn't dare linger too long, but he thought he spied a noticable bulge in the crotch standing front of him, though.
Mitch became very concerned on a number of levels. First, he was simply in shock at being instantly attracted to the young man in front of him, not only physically, but something about the conern on the jock's face was very endearing. Second, Mitch realized he spent perhaps too much time checking out the jock's body; a potentially dangerous act. And third, he finally realized he had been silent for far too long to still be considered sane by most people.
"Uh.."
"Oh good, you didn't become mute in the last 10 minutes since class ended." The jock smiled and Mitch felt his face flush. Blood rushed elsewhere, too, and Mitch adjusted some books in his lap to conceal a monster erection.
"I'm sorry. That was rude, just starring like that. I'm Mitch Anders. I guess I didn't recognize you from class."
"Josh Benson" He bent toward Mitch and extended a hand. Mitch took it and felt the heat from the firm grip. His already aching cock pulsed a bit. "I was sitting behind you. " Josh added, nodding.
"I'm sorry if I bothered you. You seemed lost in thought there" Mitch was finally able to blink away some of the intial effects that Josh's various charms were causing.
"Yeah, I think it's just the heat. I kind of zoned out for a little bit."
"No joke. The AC in this building sucks." It took Mitch a moment to realize AC meant "air conditioning" and not "armor class".
Damn RPGs Mitch mentally chastised himself.
"Anyway, it looked like you just ripped through that problem he gave us. I was wondering if you could help me with some of the review problems. I'm not completely dim, but it does take me awhile to get back into the swing of things."
"Oh. Uh. Sure." Mitch started to dig out his math book and nodded toward an empty table.
"Oh! That's right, you're new. Seniors can leave early as long as they have open periods at the end of the day. I was just going to go home."
"Oh. That's cool. They didn't mention that."
"Yeah. it's not something they like to encourage, but it's competely legit. Anyway, did you drive? Can I give you a ride ?"
"Uh. yes. I mean no. Er, I didn't drive and yes, a ride would be great."
A brief confused smile crossed Josh's face and vanished after Mitch stumbled over his explanation. "Nice beard, by the way." Josh said, rubbing his hand over his own clean-shaven jaw. Mitch felt the heat on his face again. His face must have been just as red as his beard.
The drive to Mitch's house was less awkward than he was expecting. Josh was plain-spoken and kind in a way that not only confused Mitch greatly, never having received such positive attention from a football player, but it was also quite disarming. Mitch found out that Josh was, indeed, on the varsity football team.
"This the place? It's a nice house. And actually, mine is just up a block north and over one street. We're practically neighbors." Josh's smile was, again, unexpectedly geniune.
Who are you, and why are you even talking with me? Mitch thought to himself.
"So, if you don't mind the boxes. You're welcome to come in. It shouldn't take too long to get through the problems." By this point, Mitch had been able to get control of his dick and didn't need to make an effort to hide his crotch anymore as he shifted his backpack to get out of the car.
"Oh Shit! I'm sorry. I should have said. I promised my dad, I'd keep up my afternoon runs. I thought I said something. Is it okay if we go over them in a few hours? You're welcome to come over to my place. " Josh scribbled his addressed and gave brief directions.
"Is that ok?"
"Oh. Sure. It beats being in an empty house. My parents are still at our old place packing last minute stuff."
"Great! I'll see you in a few hours then."
Mitch felt utterly confused at the last 20 minutes, and decided that it would best just to ignore any thoughts that came close to more than just friendly feelings towards Josh.
He's not one of the guys in your dreams, doofus. He's just a nice guy who stinks at math and wants to pick your brain.
Mitch sighed and accepted the conclusion. He settled on the couch, turned on radio (one of the few unpacked forms of entertainment) and found the book he'd been meaning to reread.
At the appointed time, Mitch didn't have a problem finding Josh's house. He was about to knock when the door opened and a woman came walking swiftly out.
She stopped briefly, or did she just slow down? Mitch wasn't sure. "Oh you must be Mitch. Josh said you'd be by. I'm Karen, Josh's mom. He's upstairs." She waived a hand up toward the second level of the house.
"Sometimes he sacks out after a run. Just wake him up if he's still asleep. Oh! And would you lock the door after me? I'm late for an appointment." The genuine smile was apparently genetic, Mitch decided.
"Oh, yeah, absolutely." Mitch replied and nodded. She was just getting settled in her car when Mitch closed the door and locked it.
upstairs
The stairs were right at the doorway. He found his way to the second floor and Josh's room was easy to identify from the open door and light snoring.
Great, just great.
Mitch walked in and slowly set his backpack and jacket down, trying to make as little noise as possible. Then he saw Josh and froze in his tracks.
It could have been seconds, minutes or days. Eventually Mitch came to his senses and came to terms with what he was looking at. Josh was laying uncovered on his stomach, wearing nothing but a jock strap. Josh's firm bubble butt, back and shoulder muscles, along with his spread eagle pose almost made Mitch faint.
He was immediately hard, and painfully so. Mitch stayed frozen in horror as Josh began to move. He was just turning over.
He was still asleep, much to Mitch's relief, and then he saw it. Josh's cock was mostly hard and sticking out of his jock strap to the side. Mitch wasn't sure but it looked like it might have been leaking. It was as big and gorgeous as any cock Mitch ever dreamt about. It must have been 10 inches and thick.
In his sleep, Josh adjusted his balls and returned to his dream.
What are you dreaming about?
Mitch stood there for a few minutes hoping Josh would just wake up and be embarrassed enough to not notice the tent in Mitch's jeans. After awhile it was obvious that this wasn't going to get resolved by itself.
Just do it. He won't even notice you once he sees himself.
Mitch took a deep breath and walked quietly over to stand next to Josh's bed.
"Josh. Hey. It's Mitch. Remeber? You wanted help on math?" Mitch knew it had been too quiet. He said it again, a little louder. No response.
Fuck!
He put his hand on Josh's shoulder and shook a little bit "Josh, It's Mit..." was all he got out.
Josh grabbed Mitch by the hand and pulled him into a long kiss. Mitch lost his balance and fell on Josh, and his huge cock. Mitch lost any control of his thought process and started to kiss Josh back.
They made out for a minute before Mitch realized that Josh was still alseep and mumbling.
"stay. bed." were all the words Josh got out while he turned on his side forcing Mitch on his side.
"go back to sleep. too early" Josh mumbled again. Mitch rolled over at Josh's push and Josh put his arm around Mitch, holding him, like any lover might.
What the fuck are you doing, you idiot! when he wakes up and finds out that he's spooning you instead of whoever he's dreaming of, he'll kill you.
Maybe I can fake it. Maybe I can explain.
All the while, Josh's hold on Mitch was nothing like he'd ever experienced while awake and better than any dream. Josh's strong arms were safe and held him, but not too tight. Mitch knew he could get out if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. As nervous as he was, he eventually decided he couldn't wake up Josh and relaxed. Then sleep took him.
Mitch woke up with another feeling he'd never encountered. Another man, hell another person, had their hand on his hard cock and was massaging it. Josh was still holding him, but his large hand now had Mitch's 8" and was slowly jacking and squeezing it.
What the fuck!
Josh mumbled, still barely above a whisper "Like your dick."
Oh my god! He's dreaming of a guy. Whoever he's dreaming of has a dick that he's jacking off and he likes it.
There was no way for Mitch to get out of this, and he realized again that he didn't want to. Josh's hand was amazing. Out of reflex he found himself slowly grinding against Josh's still hard cock.
This earned more sleep filled mumbles "yeah baby. You going to cum for me." Josh squeezed just a little tighter. Pre cum leaked out of Mitch's cock. Josh's finger felt it and used it lube the the cockhead.
"uuuuhh" Mitch moaned softly. He couldn't take anymore. His cock spasmed and jumped a little despite Josh's firm grip and Mitch watched as he sent streams of cum to cover the rest of Josh's sheets. He could also feel Josh start to grind his own cock into Mitch's jean covered ass with a little more pressure. After what seemed like hours, Mitch's cock finally settled down and softened in Josh's hand. Josh's cum-soaked hand resumed its hold around Mitch's chest. Mitch could smell his cum in the air and see it smearing his shirt.
Josh stilled his movements and Mitch could hear the smile Josh's sleep voice "tired now. sleep" Josh kissed the back of Mitch's neck and settled into more light snoring. Mitch had no other choice but to do the same.
Mitch woke up alone and confused in Josh's bed. And then the panic set in as everything came back to him. His soft cock was still hanging out of jeans. Cum still stained the air and his shirt, but Josh was gone.
Where the fuck is he! Oh shit! What does he know? What does he think happened?
It was about that time that Mitch heard the sound of a shower running. He noticed for the first time that Josh had his own bathroom. The door was open and he could hear the shower.
Fuck! I have to get out of here before he's done.
Mitch jumped out of bed, stuffed his slimey soft cock back into his pants and looked around for his jacket.
"Crap" he said said as softly as he could.
Mitch did a quick inventory of the room looking for it until his eyes landed on Josh's desk...with math homework out. It only took a few seconds to see that the review problems were already completed.
Wait.
Mitch realized that he no longer heard the shower and swung his head to see a Josh in the bathroom doorway, naked but for a towl around his waist.
"Hey there." Josh said smiling. "How was the nap?"
"You. You did the problems already."
"Yes."
Mitch's mind raced at the possible implications. "So you didn't need my help."
Still grinning slightly, Josh replied, "Nope."
"You weren't really alseep, were you?"
"Nope."
"You Bastard! You tricked me into having sex with you."
"Woah there." Josh slowly started making his way across the room with is hands open towards Mitch, trying to calm down a mad bull. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of a trick, but you could have stopped it. I don't think you wanted me to stop. I seem to recall you kissing me back. Oh yeah, and there was that pretty intense organsm you had." Josh nodded to the obviously still cum-drenched sheets.
Mitch stammered "But..you. You didn't even ask me. You just did it. Is this some kind of new kid hazing?!?"
Josh sat down on the foot of the bed and rubbed the back of neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I was going to ask you to dinner and a show when you got here, but you seemed a little shy in the car. I didn't know if you were out, or comfortable talking about being gay at all. I figured if I faked being asleep when I kissed you, it'd give you an excuse to object if you wanted. Things worked out a little better than I thought they would." Josh grinned again, sending more blood to Mitch's face and growing cock.
"But, being naked? And how did you even know I was gay or even if I was gay that I wanted that kind of attention? You were assuming a lot. " Mitch was cooling down a little and found a seat at Josh's desk.
"Yeah, like I say, I'm sorry. I was naked because It's hot." Josh looked over at the sun coming in his window. " I got hard thinking about you before you came in the room. Things just sort of worked out a way I wasn't expecting, but I didn't stop it either."
Josh continued, "Oh, and I knew you were gay when you looked at me for the first time. You were totally checking me out and blushing. If it makes you feel better, I was checking you out in class. You just couldn't see me. When we were talking after class I could tell you liked me. I got a little horny and pressed the issue a little harder than I should have. I'm sorry."
"I'd still like to take you out for dinner." Josh added.
Damn that smile.
"No. Maybe. I don't know. Are you out? I don't think I've met too many varsity football players who were happily out of the closet before."
Josh beamed. "Yup, I came out last year. It went better than I expected, too. Not everyone is crazy about it. A couple guys on the team give me some shit every now and then, and one of the assistant coaches can be an asshat about it, but no one really seems to care."
"Lucky you." Mitch had an edge of frosted bitterness to his voice. Being called a 'fag' and shoved into lockers was an experience he tried desperatley to avoid for years.
"I know I was lucky." Josh seemed more serious. "I accepted that I was gay when I was a freshman. It took three years of hiding and not wanting to be one of those coming out horror stories you hear about before I decided I needed to be who I was."
"Mitch, it's ok if you're not out to your folks or anyone else." Josh said seeming concerned about the look on Mitch's face. "Everyone should come out when they're ready to, and if that means never, that's the way it is."
Mitch was quiet. "My parents know. They don't care one way or the other. A few of my friends in my old school know, but that's it."
Josh nodded.
"I'm still kind of pissed at you."
"I understand. I kind of took advantage when I shouldn't have. I did assume a little too much about a connection between us."
Mitch thought about it, starring at the math problems on the desk.
"What happens now?" Mitch asked, not looking at Josh.
"I guess that depends on what you want to have happen now. I think you should probably have some control at this point" Mitch could hear the light-hearted tone in Josh's voice and smiled a little.
"What do you want to have happen?" Mitch asked.
"Honestly? Ever since I saw that beard and talked with you, I've had a little crush starting. I'd like get to know you some more. I'd like to make you cum some more too." Josh grinned again. "I'd like to hold your hand during a movie."
Mitch nodded, "I'm not sure what to do right now."
Josh looked pointedly at Mitch's bulging jeans. "Is there anything you'd like to do..right now? Fair is fair, right?" Josh smiled and put his hands behind his head and fell backward on the bed." Mitch could see the towl stirring.
"Anything I want?"
Josh seemed both amused and intrigued. "I guess I won't say anything" He laughed a little. "I'm not that kinky. But, if it I can see you smile and cum, I'm pretty willing to try a lot."
Mitch was a little shocked at the sincerity in Josh's voice.
He got up for the desk and made his way over to the foot of the bed. "I liked the kissing. I liked everything actually."
Josh looked up at Mitch and said, "I'm not trying to use you for a quick weekend fuck fest, you know? I really am into you."
"I just don't know why you would be."
"Fair enough. I'm not sure I can talk about it in a way that's going to convince you." Josh seemed pensive. Pensive and very erect at this point. "Just believe me when I say, I'd like to learn everything about you. Your favorite food, color, movie." Josh spread his legs a little further apart. "And if you're up for it, I'd also like to see the look on your face when you cum inside me for the first time." Josh's expression showed complete seriousness and lust. "Whenever you're ready, that is. And not before" Josh added quickly.
Mitch's mouth dropped open. "I've never. I mean that was my first kiss with anyone before. And now...How often do you do this?"
"I've kissed a few guys, but you're the first I've done anything else with."
"You seem really relaxed and comfortable about it." Mitch's incredulity was setting in.
His hands still behind/under the back of his head, Josh shrugged slightly. "I know what I want, and I'm not afraid of it. Plus, I watch a lot of porn." He smiled boyishly.
Mitch snorted at that. "I hear that. Thank god for the internet." Mitch thought about things a moment more "So you'd be perfectly fine losing your virginity, and mine, before we've even had our first date? How do you know that I'm that guy? And even if I am, wouldn't a date after a few hours of sex seem a little weird?"
It was Josh's turn to think things over. "Yes, I'm fine with it because I can tell that it'll mean as much to me as it will to you. And no, if you flipped me over right now and spent the next hour sliding your cock, which looks rock hard by the way, in and out of my ass, a date afterward that only ended in a good night kiss would not seem weird to me at all."
Mitch blinked again.
He's not a top? or at least not just a top?
"But what if you're wrong? What if we're both wrong and we're not right for each other at all?"
Josh sighed "You're over thinking this."
"Am I? how?"
"Ok, I think we can agree that we're both physically attracted to the other, yes?"
Comparing crotches, Mitch couldn't dispute that. "Yes, it seems so"
"Fine, that's out of the way. Do you like me?"
"I don't know you. That's the point. I need to know you before I like you and I don't know you."
"Sure you do. I promise you, you know more about me than a lot of people who I consider friends. You just haven't known me as long. I think you do like me and you're just bothered because you feel like you shouldn't like me this much so soon. You think it somehow doesn't mean as much because we haven't been dating for weeks or months before seeing each other naked."
"Well, yeah."
"It's bullshit."
"Excuse me?"
"Your case, it's bullshit. I can see your reaction when I smile at you. The fact that I'm tryin fairly desperately to get you to be my boyfriend should be some indication of how I feel about you. Your only problem is that you think it can't possibly be genuine or sincere because of the timeframe. You're afraid that we'll each learn one little fact about the other that will bulldoze through what you think is a house of cards. And then you'll have regretted opening yourself up...so to speak."
"Yes, exactly."
"Still bullshit."
Mitch was starting to get frustrated. "Calling my opinions and beliefs bullshit is an odd way of seducing me."
Josh's brow furrowed slightly. "Mitch, this isn't seduction. If you told me right now that all you want is friendship, that's what I'd give you. If you said you just wanted me to hold you some more, you'd have it. Ultimately, you're going to believe what you're going to believe. I want to know everything I can about you, not because I need to add to the list of things I already like about you. I know I'm going to find things I'm not fond of. And you'll find out things about me you don't like. I hate mushrooms on my pizza. You probably love them. There, we are doomed to never eat the same pizza."
After a slight pause, Josh went on to say "I guess I don't know how to convince you that I know enough about you right now to invite you into my life, such as it is as a high school senior in my parents' house, and into my bed...when they're not home. They don't have a problem with me being gay, but I don't think they want to hear me testing the limits of my headboard."
Mitch was processing. "I don't think I ever thought I'd have this conversation with someone, let alone a popular jock stud sex machine." It was Mitch's turn to pause. "I don't like mushrooms either. I love black olives though."
Josh winced at that. "Yeah definitely different tastes in pizza. And most jocks are smarter than they seem. They either like to act dumb because people expect it or they don't know they're smart."
"So we don't have to have sex now?"
Josh frowned "Of course we don't."
"You just seemed to really want to." Mitch replied.
"I do really want to. But if only one of us thinks it's going to be ok, then it's not going to be ok."
"So why would I want to enter into a relationship knowing I was starting out as a disapointment."
Josh starred and replied cooly "Try again."
"Fine I'm not a disapointment, just tell me again why the football star is going after the geek."
"Mitch, you're smart, you're funny. You press all my sexual arousal buttons in the the right ways. Tell you what, if you don't want to find yourself sexy, that's fine, but can you at least accept that someone else has different tastes than you do...and he does find you damn sexy?"
"You could have anyone, Josh. Some closeted wrestler out there is probably drooling over you right now."
Josh shrugged again "I know. I've had offers."
"Really?"
"And now you're shocked about it, given how studly I'm supposed to be? Yeah. Someone asks you to stay behind after class or in the locker room. They steal a kiss between classes. If it makes you feel better I've turned down some hot guys because they didn't get me worked up like you did today. That and some of them really are dumb as rocks."
"But I didn't do anything to lead you on."
"Yeah, I know. You didn't do anything other than be yourself. That's just the way it is. A bright red beard, kind soul, talent for calc problems and cute butt are all it takes." Josh said with some obvious irony that Mitch didn't miss.
"I feel a little better."
"Good! Now what?"
Mitch considered the options available to him. "My birthday is March 5th. I prefer to chocolate cake. I like most music except country and metal. I love D&D and have never been able to watch a football game all the way through. I can deal with hockey. I'm for some gun control, but think George Lucas should be shot for the latest Start Wars movies. I'm in the mood for Chinese buffet. You pick which one, but I want to pay."
"October 11th. Cherry pie. Mostly pop with some jazz. I've never played, but willing to try it. I like monday night football, and hope you'll try to watch a few games I'm in. I'll see about getting a hockey game lined up; they're more fun in person. I'm against gun control and don't acknowledge the latest Star Wars movies. Chinese buffet sounds great; there's a clean one not too far."
Mitch layed down next to Josh and looked into to his green eyes. "I'd like you to kiss me again and if I get reminded of a dream or two that I'd like to see become real, I'll let you know."
Josh sighed, relaxed and contented. He ran his fingers through the whiskers on Mitch's cheeck and leaned into a long soft kiss. Mitch could smell the muskiness of Josh's shampoo and soap. The tension on his lips was perfect.
After several minutes of experimenting with harder kisses and softer kisses, Mitch had found his limit. He opened Josh's towl and lightly closed his hand around Josh's beast of swollen cock. Josh closed his eyes and moaned in response.
"So fucking big and hard." breathed Mitch. He started to run his hand up and down the shaft slowly, not quite squeezing and not quite jacking it.
"You're driving me a little crazy there." Josh hissed between clenched teeth. It was Mitch's turn to lean in, and he started kissing and sucking at Josh's neck.
"Oh fuck yes" Josh thrust his cock up through Mitch's hand with more force. Mitch couldn't help but squeeze harder. Josh was leaking, which made jacking that much easier. With dexterity Mitch wasn't expecting, Josh took one hand and unbuttoned Mitch's jeans, unzipped them, and fished out Mitch's hard dick (again).
Mitch's cock was still slick when Josh wrapped his hand around it, paying special attention to the head as he squeezed and ran his hand up and down the shaft. Both sets of hips were already thrusting, fucking the other's hand. Mitch went back to kissing Josh on the lips but not before giving him a few nice marks on the neck.
"You're so fucking hot." Josh breathed, still slowly fucking Mitch's hand tightly squeezed and barely reaching all the way around Josh's cock.
"Flip around and get on top of me." Mitch got out when he remembered how to speak again. Josh's eyes lit up with recognition of what was going to happen next.
In the blink of an eye, Josh had his head positioned just above Mitch's hard dick, with his own monster cock and balls dangling just out of reach of Mitch's lips. The smell of Mitch's earlier orgasm and his current leaking were too much to resist.
Josh growled softly as he swallowed Mitch's cock whole. Mitch could feel the growl in his cock and the intensity of the sensations made him lose control. He grabbed Josh's cock with one hand, guiding it between his lips. With the other hand he grabbed Josh's ass and forced it down slowly, fitting as much of Josh's 10" in his mouth as he could, Josh moaning in approval.
Mitch adjusted his jaw to account for the massive feeling cock in his mouth; he never had to do that in his dreams. He forced the rougher parts of his tongue along the head, making Josh shudder. He did his best to to ignore the amazing feeling in his own dick and focus on sucking as much of Josh as he could. One hand jacked the rest of Josh's dick while Mitch's other hand moved from Josh's ass to his balls, tugging them slightly.
Josh suddenly yelled, "Oh fuck! Mitch, I'm coming! Uhhh. Fuck!" Mitch wasn't prepared for for the flood of cum that shot, and kept shooting, out of Josh's dick. Mitch could feel each burst as it traveled through Josh's cock to explode in his mouth. It quickly overflowed and much of it got caught in Mitch's beard. Slowly, Josh's cock stopped its spasms.
Josh renewed his effort on Mitch. Able to relax, Mitch didn't last long. "Oh god! Yes. I'm coming!" Mitch breathed out as Josh tried to catch as much of the hot spurting cum shooting out of Mitch's cock. Once Mitch's second afternoon organsm left Josh with his own cum- covered face, the haze of recent activities began to clear from his head. Mitch had tried to swallow what he could, but he wasn't sure if more cum didn't get caught in his beard.
Once Josh was able to to collect himself, he turned himself around and came face-to-face with Mitch and choked back a laugh.
"What?"
"Dude, I'm sorry." Josh ran a finger through Mitch's cum soaked beard. "I guess I had a big load waiting for you."
"Yeah, well, you need another shower."
Josh laid back and off to the side with his arms open. "Come here, like before." Josh asked, and Mitch laid back into Josh's arms and could feel the heat from his chest and his heartbeat. A breeze from the window cooling the the wet from their skin.
"I'd be surprised if half the neighborhood didn't hear you scream out, Josh. " Mitch said looking at the window.
Josh stiffled a yawn. "Yeah probably. At least my parents didn't come home. Speaking of, let's get a shower while we can."
Josh led Mitch to his shower. And apart from helping clean each other off and some brief making out, very little happened. Dried off and hungry, Mitch was gettings his socks back on when he noticed Josh's phone was lit up.
"I think someone called you while we were in the shower."
"Huh, I must not have turned the ringer back on after we left school."
Josh, dressed in his jeans, a t-shirt, and a bright short sleeved hawaian shirt, retrieved his phone and checked it.
"It was just a text from Vanya."
"Vanya?"
Josh continued to read the message. "Yeah, he's a good friend, probably my best friend on the football team."
"And his name is Vanya?"
"No, his name is Ivan, but everyone calls him Vanya. His parents came over from Russia in the late 80s"
"Oh."
"Oh shit!" Josh said under his breath, clearly annoyed.
Mitch grew obviously conerned. "What's wrong?"
Josh glanced at Mitch and began reading the message "We came by to see if you want to come get some pizza and beer, but you were busy. Who's Mitch? PS-Allyson wants to know if he's cute."
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so...public about things. At least not about that thing."
Mitch could feel the bottom dropping out of his stomach. Both he and Josh were getting a little red with embarrassment.
"So they came over and heard you when you..."
"Sounds like it." Josh was furiously composing a reply.
"What are you telling him?"
"I'm asking him to keep quiet until I talk with him and to especially to keep Allyson's mouth and phone quiet. She won't shut up, ever, apparently. Vanya said he keeps having to kiss her when she cums so the rest of the state doesn't know what they're up to."
Josh finished his message and closed his phone. Mitch asked, "Allyson must be his girlfriend, then?"
"Yeah, nice enough, but doesn't have enough sense to shut up sometimes. I don't want her making you feel uncomfortable."
"Why would I feel uncomfortable?"
"You seemed shocked that anyone would talk to you when I approached you after class. Believe me, if she has her way, you'll get plenty of attention."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess it's not something I'm used to."
Mitch's phone buzzed in his pocket, and checked it.
"Well shit. Here." Josh handed his phone to Mitch who read it aloud. "No luck dude, I'll tell her but half the cheerleading squad knows by now. Sorry. Glad you finally got some. Alex is gonna be pissed, eh?"
Josh looked lost in thought. Mitch asked, "Who's Alex?"
"Oh. him." Josh seemed annoyed, as if a fly had just flow into his face. "He's a waify little twink on the swim team who's been practically throwing himself at me periodically since I came out. He's a moron, but he might get pissed. He likes drama."
"But you never..? I mean with him..?"
"He and I? Hell no, he can't carry on a conversation that doesn't involve what guys on MTV he thinks are cute, or which GAP jeans make his ass look best. Besides even if he didn't have a jelly bean for a brain, he really needs another 50 lbs or more. I'd end up snapping him like toothpick."
"So now what happens?"
Josh sighed and thought about it. "I will most likely get hounded, people will be on the watch for me (if not both of us) for the rest of the weekend until I (or we) make an appearance and I feed you to the sharks. If we dodge them till Monday, it'll just happen at school."
Mitch tried to conceal his gulp and the feeling of panic that was starting. Josh turned off his cell phone.
Mitch said, "This morning, the only social complication I was expecting this year was being able to find a good gaming group."
Josh looked confused and even more adorable.
Fucker. Stop being so cute.
"Is it that hard? I mean, it's a large school. There's got to be a fair number who play?"
Mitch shook his head. "It's harder than you might think. Gaming groups are like little eco systems. If you introduce a species that doesn't mesh well, then everything is out of balance."
"Football isn't that different. Some guys just don't work very well with certain teams." Josh continued to think. "Ok, we can stay here and I can invite you to dinner with my folks, but you'll have to leave eventually. We can go to chinese buffet. I'm pretty sure I know I place where we aren't likely to be found. We can go back to your place and order a pizza. Or we can go out with my friends and deal with some embarrassment and Q&A." The last option made Josh's face contort as he waited for Mitch's response.
"If you hadn't yelled out my name specifically what would you do?"
"I don't understand the question."
"Suppose they heard you yelling out because you were here alone jacking off. What would you do?"
Josh had to think about it for a little while. "I'd meet up with them looking sheepish and red for a little bit, but I'd get over it."
"Have you ever caught one of your friends going at it with anyone?"
Josh seemed surprised at the question "Yeah, all the time. Sometimes if we win a big game the after parties become a race to see who can get a room first. Sometimes people won't listen at the door first and just barge in. One time I found Vanya doing Allyson from behind with a beer can on her ass. They were seeing if they could both cum without spilling it."
"Did they?"
"I don't know, he told me to get the fuck out and never mentioned it again."
Josh saw the unasked question in Mitch's mind. "And no, I wasn't with anyone. I was just trying to sleep off a six pack. Mom and dad are cool, but they're not that cool. I'd never hear the end of it if I came home drunk."
Mitch took several careful mental gymnastic moves to avoid lingering on the idea of a high school football orgy and what else he might stumble across at one.
"You've been pretty brave today." Mitch admitted to no one in particular. "I should be too. Let's go meet your friends."
Josh's face lit up like Christmas. "Really?! You want to?"
"I'll meet them eventually. Under different circumstances, I'd be looking forward to it. If I make an appearance after our unexpected performance then maybe I'll get bonus points." Mitch hoped aloud. Josh quickly leand over and gave Mitch a sudden and short kiss on the lips. "This is me not regretting anything."
Josh turned his phone back on and dialed. "Hey Asshat. Thanks for blabbing. Yeah yeah, I know you didn't mean to. You heard what I yelled earlier and you're asking if I had a good time? And who the hell is laughing the background....Half the team?" Josh looked momentarily worried, which did nothing to improve Mitch's resolve.
Josh turned away from Mitch and walked to the other end of the room and lowered his voice. Mitch could still make it out. His eyes weren't great, but there was nothing wrong with his hearing.
"Dude, he's kinda shy and embarrassed. Tell the guys and especially your loud-mouth girlfriend to go easy on him. Yeah we're coming over, just keep the teasing down a little ok?"
Josh grew more agitated, and while he didn't raise his voice his tone got sharper. "Of course, I fucking think he's cute, that's why...ugh. nevermind. We'll be there in a few." Josh hung up the phone and faced Mitch again.
"Sorry about that. I had to clear something up."
It was Mitch's turn to grin at Josh's blushing. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Heard that huh?"
"Yup, I'm far-sighted, not deaf" Mitch said smiling.
"Ok well, apparently they're with half, sounded like most, of the varsity team and Allyson has been catching people up on my vocals this afternoon."
Mitch mused. "Pizza and beer with my new, highly unanticipated, boyfriend's football friends, who think we've spending the last few hours humping each other. This is going to make a fun email to friends back home."
"They're not completely wrong about the last few hours." Josh smiled and a thought occured to him. "Do you drink? It's ok if you don't, obviously, I just don't want to make an uncomfortable situation worse."
"Beer? No, it's like liquid bread only more disgusting. I'm ok with a vodka shots or some southern comfort." Josh was taken aback at the mention of harder liquor.
"D&D must be more fun than I thought."
Mitch grinned with a slightly evil gleam in his eye. "Sometimes." He continued. "What do you plan on telling your parents about us, and when?"
"I hadn't given it much thought, actually. I'll be honest with them. Probably tomorrow I'll tell them that I met someone I really like and now I think I have a boyfriend." Josh eyed Mitch for any reaction or confirmation.
Mitch smiled."Surreal as it is, yes, I'd say we're boyfriends." Josh seemed both pleased and relieved at this.
"What about you?" Josh asked.
"I'll have a chat with them when they get back next week. I doubt Dad will notice, Mom will want to make sure you're a nice boy. Your friends are expecting us, aren't they?"
"Yup. Need anything from your house before we head out?"
"Nope, lead on."
Josh pulled into a slightly narrow parking place in a seemingly run-down pizza place. "Gina's" is all the sign said, but a neon slice of pizza spoke to the menu.
Mitch was nervious and a little tense, and it looked it. Josh turned off the car and faced Mitch, putting his hand on Mitch's thigh. Mitch could feel the warmth and it relaxed him a little.
"Anyone who's going to be here will be a friend of mine. If someone isn't and starts something, there will be enough people to take care of it. They'll like you. You're likable." Josh explained, trying to sound convincing.
Mitch took a few deep breaths. "Should I expect anything in particular that I should prepare for?"
"Noise." Josh replied, sounding honest.
Mitch arched his eyebrow and Josh shrugged.
"They're jocks. They know we had some fun and they're going to tease me about it, probably loudly. They won't mean any harm. Just smile and try not to take anything personally. There's a decent chance that a fair number of them are uncomfortable enough with idea of you and I having sex that they'll stay quiet. "
"Ok, anything I shouldn't mention?"
Josh thought about it. "Yeah, anything I say while I'm naked and/or hard can go on that list of things to not mention."
Mitch nodded. "So, I shouldn't mention that you like my dick and that you want to see what face I make when I cum inside you?"
Josh chuckled a little breathlessly. "Wow, yeah. Those are great examples."
Josh and Mitched were greeted with some whistles and catcalls when they walked in.
Pizza went without incident. Josh took a little bit of heckling, but not as much as expected. As it happens, the same people who were willing to tease him if he had banged a girl were not so ready with the same taunts knowing two guys were involved. All in all, everything was fine. A few times Josh had to save Mitch from being assalted with questions. They chose to leave a little early and politely declined heading over to a teammates house for the beer.
Josh pulled into Mitch's driveway and walked him to his door.
"I know today was weird, but it was kind of great, too." Josh took Mitch's hands into his, grippping them gently. He leaned and kissed Mitch softly on the lips. "I've never done this kind of thing before. "I hope you had a good time. I'd like to see you tomorrow if it's not too soon or anything."
Mitch looked a little worried about what was about to come out of his mouth. "Josh, words are kind of failing me now and I don't know how to say this. I'll start by saying I had a great time, but what the hell is wrong with you?"
Josh was horrified and looked it. "Wha..Umm..I mean. I thought?" without noticing he increased pressure on Mitch's hand. Mitch did not fail to notice.
"Stop. Breath. Let me explain." Josh looked no less worried, but he did calm slightly.
Mitch tried to figure how to best to convey what he was thinking and feeling. "Josh I've been to a lot of different schools. You don't exist. Anywhere. Most of your friends don't exist, either. This is nuts. No one walks out of his first day of classes, has an amazingly intense, unforgettable, mind altering sexual experience and winds up as the boyfriend of a popular football jock. It just doesn't happen. I'm either going to wake up any moment now, or I'm going crazy. For the night we've spent together, I like you, quite a lot. But how real is this?"
Josh brow furrowed in contemplation for the second time as he released Mitch's hands to back up and leaned against the porch railing. He folded arms across his chest as regarded Mitch. Finally, he spoke. "I pick my nose when I think no one is watching."
"Josh.."
"When I'm hungry, which is often, I can get cranky and impatient. In fact, I can turn into a real asshole. I also cheat at scrabble and I'm mean to my little sister. At some point while we're together, I'm going to hurt your feelings. Badly. And you're going to hurt mine."
Mitch smiled but didn't seem convinced.
"And being out isn't bad for me now, but it was kind of hell for a month or so. No one wanted to talk with me, and yeah I thought about hurting myself. Vanya is probably the reason I didn't do anything stupid and probably also the reason I still have as many friends as I do. It makes me wonder how many of them are really my friends and how many of them get to feel ok about calling some poor kid a fag...'it's ok I'm friends with Josh. It makes up for it'"
Mitch opened his mouth to say something but Josh stopped him with an upraised hand. "I'm not done." Josh sighed. "I'm glad, really happy, that you see me in this perfect 'Josh Light.' It was kind of my intention. Maybe I did too good a job for one night. But I'm not perfect. We're not perfect. Before you go claiming temporary insanity, just know that I'm looking forward to knowing all the parts of you, even the ones that are going to piss me off and make me yell."
The reality of what Josh said hit Mitch like an anvil. He closed his mouth and thought for a few seconds that seemed closer to hours.
Mitch finally replied, "I'm judgemental. Really judgemental; I'm kind of a snot about it sometimes. Every now and then I decide I don't want to brush my teeth. And mostly, right now, I'm terrified of liking you more than I should and either ruining it myself or getting my heart broken."
Josh walked over and folded Mitch into his arms, holding him. "I can see that. Right now, I'm going to resist an urge to do some very intimate things that are running through my mind and just say good night and hope that's enough space. Because I'd kind of like to spend the rest of the weekend with you. Yes, I'm on first date behavior, but that's just the way it is. You and my family are going to have to deal with me being in a good mood for awhile. The strain may be aweful."
Mitch caught his breath before looking up into Josh's eyes. "Can you call your parents? I'd like you to stay over tonight."
Josh smiled and nodded.
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