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The first time I saw him was on a Wednesday. My dad and I had just gotten into town and we were at the church where he would be serving as an associate Pastor. My piano had been delivered the day before, and I was playing a Beethoven concerto to see how bad it was out of tune. I looked up and there he was, the cutest boy I had ever seen. I knew he was 14, my dad had told me. He was Pastor McKnight's son Skyler. He was about six foot tall, with dark curly hair that was a little long. He was only a year older than me, but he had lost all of the baby fat that I still had, and I could see muscles under his tight white t-shirt. He was wearing black dress pants, and black shoes. They showed off his long legs. His most exquisite feature though was his eyes. They were a deep violet, and I don't think I have ever seen a boy that cute. "Play a Hymn that I would know." He said, so I started in on Amazing Grace, figuring that everyone knew that one. After I played the intro, he started singing. His voice was deep and strong, his pitch perfect, and timing exact. When the last note finished echoing off the 30 foot high highly carved ceiling of the sanctuary, he said, "It's hot in here, let's go to the mall across the street, and get something to drink."
The old stone church was across the street from a huge urban mall that included a sports complex, and high-rise hotel. We went down the long dark hall to the office where our fathers were meeting. "Rain and I are going to the food court for a drink." He said poking his head in the door. And . . . yes, my name is Rain. My older brother Kevin could not pronounce Brian when my parents were talking about the little brother that was going to be born soon. At three years old, it always came out Rain. So . . . the day I was born, the Nurse came in to fill out the birth certificate and they asked my name, and Kevin yelled out Rain, and . . . there you go. Rain it is. My brother Kevin died last year, and six months later, my mom died in a car accident. Dad and I decided that we needed a change, and needed to get away from all the memories, and moved here from Charlotte. He resigned his position as head pastor at a very large church, put our house on the market, and moved to Lexington, Kentucky to help rebuild a youth program at an old inner city church. We went from a church of over 2000 to one of around 200. Our house was still on the market, so we would be living with Reverend and Mrs. McNight. I would be sharing a room with Skyler. "Don't you think you should put your shirt back on son?" Reverend McNight asked? "It's hot." Said Skyler and we headed toward the main door. "Come back in about an hour son, we will be heading back to the house. Your mother will have lunch ready and we need to let these two get settled in" "Okay dad." He yelled as the door closed behind us.
The sun was very bright, and it hurt my eyes. Skyler helped me negotiate the traffic as we crossed the street in the middle of the block, and entered the mall through the side entrance. We walked through the crowd, passing stores with all the name brands like, Gap and, Victoria's Secret. Reaching the food court, Skyler ordered a coke, and I ordered a sweet iced tea. We got to know each other better over the next hour, and I realized, even though we looked so different we had a lot in common, we both loved music. He sang and played guitar, and we both loved video games. Yes . . . we looked different. I'm short for my age, only about four foot eight, have blond straight hair that won't stay out of my eyes, and I do not have his dark complexion. I have very light skin, and no body hair yet. I could tell that he had hair under his arms, when he lifted them over his head, and I could see up his sleeves. My eyes are a very light grey, and they generally freak people out. They make my face look funny, not like his, they are just plain sexy.
Dad and I followed them to their house, a New England style with two bedrooms on the ground floor and one on the second, there was also a bathroom on each floor. Skyler's room was on the second floor. It was one of those attic rooms with slanting ceilings. It was obvious that his mother did not come up here, there were dirty clothes on the floor, a pair of wadded up boxer shorts on the unmade bed, and tennis shoes in the corner. What I assumed was my bed was across the room from his, there was a small dresser next to it for my stuff, and he had cleared part of his closet for me too. There was a small sitting area with a love seat, a bean bag chair, and a TV with a DVD, VCR, and game cube. It was the perfect boy's room. I put my stuff away, and we went downstairs for lunch. My dad went back to the church with Reverend McNight, and Skyler and I played video games in his room. Even though the house was air-conditioned, it was warmer upstairs under the roof. Skyler complained that he was hot, stripped off his t-shirt exposing his hot teenage chest. He did have hair under his arms, and a few spouting out of the center of his chest. He went to the dresser, dropped his black dress pants, leaving him standing in just a blue and white pair of boxers and black socks. He pulled a pair of nylon shorts out of the drawer and pulled them on, slipping off the black socks. He then sat down and played the game shirtless and bare foot. He looked so hot! He had those large nipples that make a boy's chest look so good, mine were tiny, about the size of a shirt button. Needless to say, he beat me bad at the various games we played; I just couldn't keep my mind focused. We ate a late dinner, watched some TV, and then it was time for bed. "Do you shower at night or in the morning?" Sky asked me. He said all his friends called him Sky. "At night." I said "You?" "I shower at night too." He replied. "Well you go on first Sky." I said. I figured I was messing up his life enough. He stripped down to his boxers again, and headed toward the bathroom. I couldn't keep my eyes off his nice round butt, and those long hairy legs. My mind kept straying to him naked in the shower rubbing his young tight body with soap. When I heard the shower turn off, I had a hard-on in my pants. He came out of the bathroom in just a towel, and tossed his boxers into the laundry basket in the corner like he was making a free throw. "Next." He said as he pulled off the towel and reached into a drawer for some fresh boxers. My breathing stopped as I saw his fine naked body. His chest and arms were tan; you could tell he went without a shirt a lot. The tops of his legs to his belt line were snow white. He had a nice crop of hair above his very nice wiener, and he had those low hanging balls that always got my attention in the locker room at school. I stripped down to my white y-front briefs, hoping that he didn't notice my hard-on. I went into the bathroom and locked the door, pulled off the briefs, got down on my knees, and started jacking my rod as fast as I could. I was going to need to do this a lot around Sky. He obviously wasn't shy. Showered, and relieved, I walked back into the room with just a towel around my waist. He was sitting on the floor Indian style in just a white pair of boxers playing a video game. I took off the towel and put it in the laundry basket, giving him a full view of my little boy's body, and my hairless pecker as I pulled on another pair of briefs. We played games in just our underwear until his mom yelled up the stairs for us to go to bed.
I figured that I would have a hard time falling asleep, a new place and all, and Sky sleeping in just his boxers in the same room. I guess I had missed having Kevin sleeping in the same room with me more than I thought, because I fell right to sleep listening to Sky's steady breathing, just like I did when Kevin was alive. About three in the morning though, I woke screaming and crying, with Sky kneeling next to the bed holding my arm and calling my name. OH, dear God, the nightmares were back. Tears were running down my cheeks and onto my naked chest. I was heaving with sobs, and hardly able to catch my breath. "Are you okay Rain? Are you okay?" I nodded my head. I couldn't talk. I rolled over and faced the wall, putting my back to Sky. I was so ashamed that he saw me like this. Now he would think of me as a little boy. In the morning, we dressed and went to church with our fathers and practiced some music, planning for Sunday's service. We were going to be leading the music, I am some kind of musical savant, and will someday study at Julliard. Sky was quite good too and had plans to become a Minister of Music someday. The day was fairly normal; we were still getting to know each other. The more I was around him, the more I liked him. He was so kind and gentle. Very outgoing, but to be a soloist, I guess you have to be. I'm a little shy and quiet, except when I am at the piano. That is when I can cut loose. I still looked forward to our little nudie show at bed time, like I said Sky was not shy. I had the same nightmare the second night, and on Friday, Sky must have mentioned it to my dad. When he and I were in the car alone that day he said that he had heard that the nightmares were back, and wanted to know if I was okay. He was worried about me. He had already lost two members of his family and was scared I might do something stupid. I reassured him that I was fine, and was sure they would stop soon. That night they were even worse. Sky climbed into bed with me any lay down next to me holding me in his arms as I cried myself back to sleep. My tears ran down his chest and settled into his belly button.
When we were going to the mall for lunch the next day, I decided I needed to tell him where my dreams came from. We sat in the park finishing our drinks; I made him promise not to tell anyone, not even my dad, because even he did not know the whole story.
A year ago, they found my brother Kevin and his best friend Shawn naked and beat to death on the football field behind the school. They had been on the team, and the other boys found out that Shawn was gay, and Kevin was his best friend, so . . . The four boys who did it, were anti gay, and wanted to teach them a lesson and went too far. They confessed to beating them to death with baseball bats. The bodies were so badly beaten that the funerals were closed coffin. I never got to see Kevin one last time. The news picked up on the story, with my dad being a minister and all, and outed Kevin and Shawn. The members of our church were split over the whole thing, you know, a fundamentalist minister with a gay son. Some of them said the cruelest things about Kevin frying in hell for being a fag. Six months to the day after Kevin's funeral, my mom died in a horrible car accident. The investigators said it was suicide, no skid marks or seat belts. Dad and I tried to stick it out, but it was too hard. The nightmares started then. I see Kevin and Shawn laying all beaten up, and bleeding, and Kevin opens his eyes and says "It's your fault Rain; you are the one that should be dead!" Tears were sliding down my cheeks. "You know that it is not your fault, you don't need to beat yourself up." Sky said in a low quiet voice. "But it is . . . my fault I mean. You see Kevin was not gay; he was not having sex with Shawn. It was me. Shawn and I were lovers. So it is my fault" Sky became very quiet, and he just stared at me with those deep violet eyes. "Please Sky, don't tell anyone. Please don't hate me. My dad can never know. Kevin's death, my mom, all of it is my fault. Please Sky!" The tears started for real at this point. I was also starting to panic. What if he told? "I won't tell Rain, I promise. You see, I think I might be gay too; I don't want my parents to know. I know what a disaster it can cause. I am so sorry for what has happened to you." He placed his hand on top of mine, and asked, "Are you going to be okay?" I just nodded; I don't think I could speak at that point.
Latter that night, while I lay in bed, I could tell that Sky was having trouble falling to sleep too. "Sky, are you asleep?" "No." he answered with a sigh. "What did you mean when you said you might be gay?" I asked. There was a long pause, "Well about a year ago mom and dad put up a boy that was having some problems at home He slept up here with me. One night we just sort of, you know, messed around. Nothing much, just jacked off together watching porn on my lap top. We didn't touch each other or nothing, just watched each other shoot. But, it was fun, and I think about it a lot. That first night when I took my pants off, and latter, when I got naked in front of you, I was hoping that we might, you know, mess around too. I think about boys a lot, not girls so much. How did you know you were gay?" I thought about that first time with Shawn. "You know, it was just one thing. Shawn came over to see Kevin but he wasn't home, I was alone. He just sort of kissed me you know, on the lips. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted more than a kiss. I got real hard, and started leaking. He saw the wet spot on my pants. I just knew that I wanted more than a kiss too. I just knew; it was the kiss." He got very quiet, and we both just lay there with our thoughts. I heard him start moving around, his bare feet on the floor. "Can I lie down next to you?" he asked; his voice right next to my bed. I pulled back the sheets and let him climb in. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked. "You know, just so you will know?" His voice was just a whisper, "Yes, if you want to." I leaned over and placed my lips on his. His lips were dry, and I could feel his body shaking. I am sure that part of it was from fright, but I could feel his hard cock against my hip, and knew it was part from passion. He just gave a light kiss and started to pull away. I put my hand behind his head and pressed our lips together again. I parted my lips and ran my tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth, and I sucked his warm wet tongue into my eager mouth, and started sucking on it. I could feel his hips start to buck rubbing his rock hard cock against me. I put my other hand on his firm round butt, feeling his heat through the cotton of his boxers. I helped him grind his tool into my hip. He moaned, but it was muffled by my mouth, as I stuck my tongue into his mouth, and licked the back of his top teeth. I then started sucking his tongue again. I could tell that his breath was coming in shorter spurts as his body started convulsing. I could feel his cum soak through his boxers and my briefs. It was so warm. I pulled away from his mouth, and just held him close. "I guess that means I am gay." He said. I just gave him a little kiss on each eyelid, and said "I guess so." He fell asleep in my arms, but I still needed to get off. So . . . I slid my free hand inside my briefs and slowly, so I would not wake him, jacked off. I did not take long; he had really primed my pump.
When I woke up Sky was already out of bed, there was sunlight coming through the blinds, and I could hear the shower running. I slipped out of bed, slid out of my messy briefs, and tossed them toward the laundry basket like a free throw, only . . . I missed by about two feet. I walked naked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. Sky was startled, and covered his cock with his hands. I laughed, "to late for that big boy." I said. "Can I join you?" "Yea, why not." He said letting his hands hang by his side, and revealing his rock hard cock. It was about six inches long, stands upright and points toward his belly button. The head was a purple color, large and rounded, almost blunt on the end. He was blushing as I checked him out. My little wiener sticks straight out from my body when I am not wearing briefs, is only about four inches when hard, and has a little pink head that goes to a point. I just hope that Sky is not disappointed in it. He reached out and held it as I stepped into the shower with him and pulled the curtain. Our lips met, and my hands traveled over his wet naked body. He made a humming noise into my mouth as he stroked my cocklet. He held me tightly, and let me cum down his leg. I slid out of his embrace, and got down on my knees, taking his rock hard man meat in my hand, I licked on the head and drew my tongue over the pee slit. He shot so fast I wasn't ready. His cum hit me in the face, in my hair, and up my nose. I slid his convulsing rod in my mouth and let him finish shooting down my throat. His hot cum tasted so good. I let his softening tool drop out of my mouth, as I stood back up and kissed him letting him taste his own cum on my tongue. I knew I was in love with a premature ejaculator, but I didn't care. I was in love.
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