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Sorry this chapter took so long to get out guys, but sadly life tends to throw curve balls. On the upside I got my computer back! So my boyfriend is free to play flight sim at all hours of the day on his computer again. On the downside, I'm picking up extra shifts at work because of the patio being open. Seriously, do me a personal favor if you like this story, and the next time you think to yourself "I should go out for dinner tonight!" Dont. Just stay in and give all the poor chefs of the world a break.
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Straitjackets and Starlight: Part Four
-=Elliott=-
I awoke several hours later, and glancing at my clock saw that it was now 6:30 am. I yawned and started to rise off my bed before I felt his arm around me again. Suddenly the haze of sleep cleared and I remembered the events of last night. And Devon was still there, with his arm wrapped around me and his breath warm on the back of my neck. His chest was tight against my back and I could feel his hard on pressing against my ass through his boxers. It felt... hot. Not just sexually hot, but temperature wise, his cock was like a rod of fire against my skin, and I felt my blood begin to boil. I couldn't help but rub my behind into him a little, trying to coax as much contact as possible without waking him. I was painfully hard, as I usually was in the morning, and now would usually be the time that I dealt with it, before I had my morning shower. But this... was incredibly sexy. And hot. A dream come true even. If only he wasn't wearing boxers. His cock was just resting comfortably along my crack. I had to touch it.
I HAD too.
With as little movement as possible, my hand crept across my body and around behind me. His cock was straight along my crack, and from what I had seen of him at the pond I knew that he had to be peeking out of those little boxers at least a bit. My hand gently slid between my ass and Devon's crotch and I felt my fingertips lightly brush against the bare skin of his shaft. Ok, maybe he was sticking out more than a little. It felt like at least 4 inches of burning flesh were exposed. I stiffened as I heard Devon moan in his sleep at my touch. I quickly withdrew my hand and he moaned again, then tightened his arm and thrust his cock against me aggressively. I let a little gasp escape me at that. His breathing was ragged now, and he was holding me so tight it would have been painful if I wasn't in a state of complete bliss. Without even realising what I was doing, I grasped my seven inch length and slowly stroked up and down my shaft. Devon gave another thrust against me and I felt a little lubrication on my lower back. He was leaking... I wonder how far I could get him without him waking up. I slowly moved up a little farther, so that the next time he pushed forwards he would push his head between my cheeks.
I should have stopped, I know. He was my best friend, and even if he would sleep with me and hold me while I was down, and offer comfort, I know he didn't want this. But it felt so good, I wanted him inside me. Fuck, I knew I probably couldn't handle the whole of him without a lot of lube and even more time, but I wanted it so bad. I heard him growl a little in my ear and he pushed forwards again, and sure enough, he was leaking enough that his thrust sent his cock between my ass cheeks and I felt his head brush against my hole. Holy fucking hell. I tightened my grip on my own member and started a faster rhythm, while still trying to avoid making too much noise or moving at all. I felt Devon shudder as his cock head was encased in the muscles of my ass, and his tip was pressing against my tight opening. I was so close, just one more thrust and I'm sure I would cum. I flexed my ass as tight as I could, trying to spur him into movement again, to push me over the edge into sweet oblivion, but all I did was wake him up.
-=Devon=-
I woke up groggily and felt Elliott get out of bed. Did he jump up really fast or was I just in that slow motion state of half sleep? Before I could even really focus my vision, I heard his bedroom door open and then the bathroom door close. Jesus, was that kid flying? I yawned and stretched a little. I looked down and saw that almost half my cock was sticking out of my boxers.
And I was horny. My god was I horny. It felt like I had come just to the edge of an orgasm, then suddenly stopped. I heard the shower start in the bathroom across the hall and again looked at my erection. I knew it was above average. Statistically I was double the national standard, sitting at 10.5 inches when fully hard. And was I ever hard right now. If Elliott had just gotten into the shower, I had at least 30 minutes before he emerged.
Normally, I would think it was weird to masturbate in Elliott's bed, but I was almost beyond rational thought at this point. I looked over to the bedside table and saw a box of Kleenex. Perfect.
I slowly peeled off my boxers, listening carefully for any noise signalling someone's approach. Once I discarded the underwear, I lay back down and rested my head against the pillow. Elliott's smell was all around me, and I found it arousing. The faint smell of the cologne he wore, mixed with the faint smell of sweat and a little musky odor. I had never really thought of Elliott sexually before, but I did now. I imagined him laying just like this, naked, with his hand tight around his cock. I saw him moaning and thrusting into his hand and eventually spraying his juice all over his chest. I moaned loudly and worked my shaft with my left hand, and fondled my large balls with my right. I always leaked a lot, and there was more and more lube for my hand as it slid up and down my slick shaft. My right hand left my sac and rubbed my hairless stomach, my fingers unconsciously following the lines of the eight pack I worked so hard to maintain.
Before long I felt the pressure start to build, and I let out a loud gasp as I started to cum. I had my eyes shut tight, so I didn't see where most of it landed, but I felt confident that I got almost all of it on me.
I lay there for awhile, gasping and letting my sense return to normal after the brief moment of ecstasy, before I heard the shower shut off across the hall. I quickly grabbed a couple Kleenex and cleaned myself up, then pulled up my boxers. I stood and gathered up my shirt and was about to sit back down when Elliott walked into the room with a towel around his waist.
I put on my best 'I-didn't-just-jerk-off-in-your-bed' smile and Elliott smiled back.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I need to run to my house and get clothes and shower before we head to school." Elliott nodded and soon we were in my Jeep driving the few blocks to my house. After a really quick shower and a change of clothes we headed off to school.
The first half of the day passed quickly, and uneventfully. At lunch I wandered into the cafeteria and one of the guys in my afternoon English class waved me over. I saw Elliott sitting with a group of people from his grade, and decided I would go and join him in a bit, after I found out what what's-his-name wanted. I was still struggling to remember when I heard someone from across that table call him Riley, and I was thankful for that. I had hundreds of books memorized, but it took ages for me to remember people's names. As I got closer, Riley looked at me and said
"Hey Dev, would you be up for a party on Wednesday?"
I took a moment to think before I answered, since I had never been to a high school party before. And since I was still technically a freshman, I was surprised I would be invited. But what the hell.
"Probably yeah, can I bring a buddy of mine? I still don't know too many people and a familiar face would be good."
"Yeah sure. It's a field party," So it would just be a really big fire and a bunch of trucks in the middle of a field with loud music and a billion people "so you can bring as many as you want. I'll text you the place in a bit."
I smiled and nodded before I made my way over to Elliott's table. I saw a couple faces I recognized from middle school, but I had never met most of the people around my friend. Despite being able to put up a good show of being self confident, I REALLY hated meeting new people. I wasn't shy, I just disliked the whole process of introductions.
I took the empty seat beside Elliott, he had probably saved it for me, and set down my bagged lunch. Elliott teased me about it, but my mom still packed my lunch every day. I didn't mind, since the stuff she made me was usually a lot healthier then the crap the cafeteria put out, but I did see a couple of odd looks from the people around me. I sat there kind of awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something, feeling like the most socially inept individual in the school.
-=Elliott=-
I watched all the kids watch Devon out of the corners of their eyes. He hadn't said anything yet, but just sat there with his little half smile and opened his bagged lunch. He had the confidence that most people work to attain their whole lives, if anyone else had just sat down without a word, it would seem awkward, but with him everyone seemed to be content just looking at him. Finally I spoke up.
"This is Devon, I was telling you about him earlier. He's my best bud and we go way back. Dev, from left to right that's Andrew, Carrie, Ian and Tom." All the kids Devon didn't know waved as I said their names, and Devon gave a warm smile and nodded to each in turn. Soon the conversation resumed and everything was normal. I still caught Carrie, the only girl at our table, looking at Devon out of the corner of her eye. A little stab of jealousy tore through me, but I couldn't blame her. I stared too. I noticed that Ian was also trying to cast little discreet glances, and I catalogued that information for later. Gay or just curious... I'll find out some other time.
I was still thinking about how Ian wasn't half bad looking, when Devon spoke up. "You guys are all freshmen right?" Everyone nodded and he went on.
"Well, I just got an invite to a field party on Wednesday night, and some familiar faces would be great. You guys all seem cool, want to come with me and Elliott?"
I chuckled a little at his assumption that I would just come with him no matter what. I mean, it was true, he beckoned I followed, but still.
All the kids at the table agreed eagerly and gave their phone numbers to Devon so he could text them more information as soon as he knew it. Eventually it was time for classes again, and Devon gave me a pat on the back and went off to his afternoon advance placement classes. I sighed and made my way to my locker and started gathering the books I'd need for my afternoon classes. I saw Mark heading down the hall towards me and I practically tried to climb into my locker. As it was, I just leaned down as if something I needed was at the bottom, and he walked right by. Either ignoring me or not noticing, I didn't really care. I wasn't up for a sneer or a gibe comment from him. I gathered up my stuff once he was out of sight, and sped off to my English class. It was my only AP class, and I loved English more than any other subject. Despite Devon's view of me, I did read a lot. I just, you know, read like a normal person. I didn't like talking about books with Devon though, because where I had read an impressive couple hundred books, I knew Devon had read (and memorized) thousands. But Devon wasn't in AP English 101, so I felt a great deal less intimidated by his intellect.
I managed to get into class just before the late bell rang, and took my seat in the back row. Carrie was sitting in her usual spot next to me, and as soon as I sat down the teacher announced we were going to be watching a movie. The room was silent as he slowly, so damn slowly, set up the old clunky TV and VCR. Soon enough, an old 80's film with actors butchering Hamlet was droning on in front of the class and the teacher was sitting at his desk. I could see a solitaire game reflected quite clearly in his glasses and I chuckled to myself a little.
Carrie passed me a piece of paper and I read the only words written on it.
Wow, Devon is way hotter then you said he was. Like holy hell.
I smiled and wrote my response on the line below her writing.
I know, you should see him naked. He IS god's gift to humanity.
I glanced at the teacher and passed the paper back. The rest of class passed quickly, and me and Carrie filled up two more papers after that one with idol conversation about how Devon compared to other guys, and some of his more... private attributes. I learned that she was currently dating Andrew, the guy we had been sitting with at lunch, but that it probably wasn't going anywhere, and she had a huge crush on Ian, but he had totally ignored her for the past eight years of school. I told her I thought it was because he in the closet, and she said he must be. He was pretty cute but had apparently never even kissed a girl before. In fact it appeared he didn't really have any friends at all, just acquaintances and that he never got close too and he always went straight home after school.
As we left class I was feeling like it was a good day. I enjoyed making new friends, and Carrie seemed to like chatting with me. The whole school basically knew I was gay, and it didn't seem like anyone really cared. Even our religion teacher didn't seem to treat me any differently than any other kid. Maybe I could survive high school unscathed!
-=Devon=-
I sat in my Jeep on Wednesday night outside Elliott's house waiting for him to come out so we could head to the party. If I understood the directions properly, then we had about a half hour drive to get to the field where it was taking place, and Elliott was taking FOREVER to get dressed. It was already 10:15pm and we needed to get going. I was just about to give up and go inside when he ran out his front door and hopped in the Jeep beside me.
"Sorry, couldn't get my hair right! Let's go, what are you waiting for?"
I found myself struggling to come up with something to say for a few seconds. Elliott looked... hot. He had obviously put a lot of effort into his appearance and it showed. He was practically glowing, and my tongue wasn't really listening to my brain in light of his beaming face. Finally I just decided to forgo talking and gave him my biggest smile and pulled out of his driveway.
The drive ended up taking us forty-five minutes, since I got lost at one point, but at around 11pm we pulled up to a ring of pickup trucks and SUV's all parked around a blazing bonfire. There were at least 80 people around, and as soon as we parked Andrew and Carrie ran up with relieved looks on their faces.
"Thank god you guys are here, we don't know ANYONE. It looks like there's people from a couple different schools, and their all in grade 11 or 12, we were so alone! Ian didn't end up coming."
Before I could respond, Riley came up struggling with a massive cooler. I quickly grabbed one end and helped him carry it to a cluster of other coolers.
"Thanks man, that fucker weighs a tonne! There's a whole buncha' beer in there, help yourself. There's no way I can drink it all tonight."
I nodded my thanks and grabbed three beers from the cooler and headed back to where Andrew, Carrie and Elliott were standing next to my Jeep. I passed them each a beer then reached into my backseat and grabbed a water bottle. Andrew gave me an odd look and Carrie laughed aloud.
"Whoa there mister responsible, it won't hurt to have one or two beers then drive home."
I just laughed and said "Better safe than sorry. I just got my license, no need to get a DUI before I hit the two week mark."
We stood there chatting for a bit before I started urging them to go and talk to other people and eventually Andrew and Carrie were talking to a group of freshman from a school across the city. Someone had started playing dance club music really loudly near the fire and there was a bunch of people dancing, and Elliott dragged me into the crowd and we danced together for quite some time.
I wasn't keeping track, but I saw Elliott run to the cooler a whole bunch, and I knew he had to be feeling it by now.
-=Elliott=-
I couldn't stop laughing. For Devon's sake, I was trying to give the impression that I was still in control of my body, but I was beyond drunk. I had never actually drank before tonight, and the burn of the alcohol in my throat was... intoxicating? Bad pun... anyways. I could barely stand straight, which was fine since we were dancing and I managed to make most of my falls look like some crazy form of dancing that I was making up on the spot. Devon was still beside me with his dashing smile and strong arms; arms that were wrapped around my middle I suddenly realized. I heard the murmur of his voice in my ear but didn't understand what he had said. I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful. I could look into them forever. And his sculpted face, more perfect then the perfectest of Greek statues. Perfectest... is that a word? Seems like it should be a word.
I smiled and Devon smile back down at me. He was leaning closer, it almost looked like he was going to kiss me, but right at the last second he changed direction and put his mouth next to my ear and said "I think you've had enough, let's go back to my house."
I wanted to say something cheeky like 'On our first date? I'm not that kind of girl' but I stopped for two reasons. Even when hammered, I'm not that stupid. And, I would definitely be that kind of girl for Devon. God, if he even knew the things I wanted to do to him. I bet he doesn't know I know how to unbutton jeans with my teeth. Or the magic I can work with my tongue. Maybe I should tell him? Maybe if I told him he would want to sleep with me. I should tell him.
-=Devon=-
I practically carried Elliott back to my jeep. He was muttering something about tongues and pants, but I couldn't understand any of it. Probably for the best anyways. Once I had Elliott strapped into the passenger side, I walked around to the driver side door and peered around, trying to catch a glimpse of Andrew or Carrie. I didn't know how they had gotten here, but they were both drunk and I hoped they were smart enough not to drive home themselves. After a minute or so of futile scouting, I climbed into the Jeep and backed out of the ring of vehicles. As I was about to pull onto the road beside the field, Elliott suddenly spoke up.
"Dev, can we go to that spot I showed you? It's really clear tonight, I bet it looks cool."
I thought about it for a second, then decided that hey, what the hell, we were already up past two am, what's the worst that could happen.
"Sure thing."
"Cool. You're the perfectest."
I was about to comment on how that wasn't a word, then decided that it wasn't worth arguing with the inebriated. The gully wasn't far from where we were, and we got there in less than ten minutes. I pulled into the same spot as last time and Elliott climbed into the back of the Jeep and lay down to look at the stars. I smiled and climbed in next to him. The bed of the Jeep was a small one, and my entire left side was pressed against his right. I heard him sigh contentedly, and I looked at the stars for the first time.
The northern lights were out tonight, and they cast a dazzling show in the sky. There was no noise, just the quite sounds of nature; the soft creek, the faint buzzing of insects, and the swish of wind in the trees. Elliott was right, this really was a cool place to be. The perfectest, I might even say.
"I love you Dev." It was said faintly, and I almost didn't hear it since I was so lost in the skies. I looked left and into his eyes. "I love you too Elliott, you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for."
He gave me a very sad smile and resumed looking at the sky. I kept looking at him, because I didn't understand the sadness emanating from him. I loved moments like this, when it was just me and him, and I had always thought he did too. So why was he so sad now? Eventually I gave up, and returned to star gazing.
I don't know how long we both lay there like that, but it was four am by the time I gently nudged Elliott and we both stood and climbed into the front seat. We had school tomorrow, and we both needed to take a nap before the new day started. In no time at all we were at my apartment building and I helped Elliott up the stairs and into my room. He slowly took all his clothes off and climbed into my bed and I gave a little shake of my head and stripped down to my boxers and climbed in behind him. I wrapped my arm around his middle and pulled him close. His usual smell was masked by beer, but he was still my Elliott. Forever and always, my best friend.
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