Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any similarities to persons or events is purley coincidental. Enjoy the story and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen
Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like:
Gunnar: http://www.martindelacroix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/curly.jpg
Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi
Luke: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/userimages/2/2/1/6/0/2/286115.jpg
Sawyer:
http://www.burbujasdeseo.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Anatoli-Marcuse-Swim-Brief-Wave-Burbujas-De-Deeseo-02.jpg
CH 4
Sometime in the night, Cameron had woken, carried me to bed, taken off his jeans and t-shirt and climbed in next to me. The bright winter sun danced on my eyelids as I began to wake up. My head was on Cameron's slow rising chest. I kissed his cheek and he mumbled sleepily.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I said getting up.
"Prove it," he demanded with a smirk. I noticed the tent under the blanked and I quickly removed my clothes and straddled his waist. I pulled the thin fabric of his boxers over his cock, and sat back on it, moaning as he penetrated me.
I leaned forward and made out with him as he jerked my pole and fucked me slowly. I began breathing heavily and soon I was cumming on his hand. He blew inside me and I pulled off.
"Whats for break fast?" he asked, now wide awake.
"Its on your hand," I teased. He licked his fingers off and pulled up his underwear.
"Mmm, tasty." He kissed me and walked down to the kitchen. I pulled on a robe and followed. When I reached the kitchen he was whipping up a batch of pancakes and eggs.
"I love pancakes," I said as I sat at the counter.
"Is your mother ever home?"
"No, she's usually with her boyfriend at his place. So I pretty much live here alone. It gets lonely at times but, I manage."
"I'll keep you company."
"Are you even good at cooking?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes sir! Breakfast is my forte though."
"Oh Christ, breakfast foods are the bane of my existence. I can make pop tarts, toaster waffles and scrambled eggs. But ask me to make eggs over hard or an omelet and you may as well be asking me to be straight." Cameron smiled as he poured some pancake batter onto the hot griddle.
"That's how I am with, like, dinner foods. Anything that takes longer than forty-five minutes to make can fuck off."
"It's so cute that you are making breakfast for me. I stood up and went around the counter. I hugged him from behind as he flipped the pancakes. My eyes were perfectly at shoulder level. He turned his head and made an effort to bend down and kiss me.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"I don't know I guess i just wanted to kiss you."
"Hmm... Well if you want you can do it again." This time he turned his whole body around, grabbed me around the waist and lifted me slightly to kiss me. His lips rested sweetly against mine, a hint of mint on his breath. Our lips meshed together like they were made for one another. He pulled back a little before pushing his lips to mine again.
After what seemed like hours, Cameron pulled away and smiled at me. Then he turned back around and continued making breakfast.
Soon we were all done eating and we headed up to my bedroom to put on our costumes before heading off to one more all day rehearsal before the performance.
"So, I have to work tonight," Cameron said as he drove us to practice.
"Okay... And?"
"And I thought you'd like to know I wont be able to come over tonight."
"That's fine."
"Oh... Okay." He pulled up and we parked next to a couple others.
"Okay, so thanks for the ride," I winked, patted his hand and opened the door, "don't look at my butt when I walk away. I'm a good boy." I smiled devilishly and walked to the old middle school, moving my hips a little more than normal. I turned back to see him lick his lips. I laughed and continued on.
Later, when practice was over I was walking home. A car pulled into the driveway in front of me and the window rolled down. A couple of guys from my class. Sawyer Freeman and Luke Arrower waved.
"Hey, Gunnar, need a ride?"
"Yeah sure." I walked forward and climbed into the backseat. Luke backed out of his driveway and started driving. Then when he passed my street I began to feel nervous.
"Uhh, you just passed my street. You know I live down the block from you, Luke." Sawyer turned and smiled. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at me.
"We asked if you wanted a ride."
"I don't understand what you mean." Before I could say anything else Sawyer was in the backseat whipping out his penis.
"Sawyer, what are you doing?"
"Weird, I've been told you know what to do with other guys' dicks." We had gotten pretty far out of town when Luke pulled over and turned in his seat.
"What makes you think I wanna suck your dick?"
"A dirty little slut like you? C'mon put it in your mouth and make me feel good."
"Sawyer I will not suck your dick."
"Why the fuck not?"
"You didn't say please," I grinned.
"Please suck my dick, Gunnar."
"Gladly," I leaned forward and took his member into my mouth. He breathed out deeply as I took as much as I could. He was smaller than Cameron but far thicker. I pulled off, the head leaving my mouth with an audible pop.
"Head down the road take a left, then a right and pull up to the little shed," I demanded, "If you guys are gonna fuck me, I'm gonna need a little more room." Luke turned around as I pulled Sawyer's shirt off and went back to sucking him.
Sawyer moaned and ran his hands through my hair as I bobbed up and down. Luke pulled up the the shack and we all went inside. I got onto my knees as Luke took off his shirt and I unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans. His nice sized cock and huge balls rolled out of his jeans and I quickly went down on him. Luke ran one hand through his long, thick, dark hair. His eyes rolled back in his head.
I rubbed his abs and felt his pecs. I grabbed Sawyer by the dick and pulled him closer and then I took him in my mouth. I caressed the smooth bodies of both teen boys. I pulled back and looked at them.
"You boys got a condom?" Luke fumbled through his pockets and then pulled one out. I rolled it onto his dick. I lay down on my back and pulled my butt cheeks apart.
"Line up your meat with my hole and go at it. I'm sure I don't have to explain fucking you you, Luke." He got onto his knees and held my legs up before entering me.
"God, yes."
"I''m not God. God wouldn't fuck you this good," Luke said. He began rolling his hips as in inserted himself into me.
"Sawyer," I said between pleasurable gasps, "take off... Your jeans... And straddle my chest. I'm gonna suck you better than ever before."
Sawyer quickly followed my directions and placed his thick penis on my chin. I opened my mouth and Sawyer began face fucking me with Luke rode me hard. I grabbed my dick and began to jerk myself. Luke spit on my hand so that I would have a little lubrication. I moaned in thanks.
"Gunnar, Brittain was right, your ass is amazing." Sawyer pulled out of my mouth and I sat up a little catching him off guard and he fell off.
"Brittain told you he fucked me?" It was hard to say any of that with the intoxicating bliss Luke was pumping into me.
"Sure did, said you were a little cock whore and you took him and Jeremiah inside your tight ass."
"I fucked Jeremiah. And Jeremiah and I double penetrated Brittain. Christ on a stick, I'm trying to talk to you and you are making me breathless." Luke stopped moving and Sawyer watched us both.
"Brittain and Jeremiah let you fuck them? Wow. That's pretty gay."
"What is with you guys and thinking that if you aren't on the receiving end it makes you still straight?"
"Whatever... Can we cum now?"
"Sawyer do you want a turn?"
"Yes, please!" Luke pulled out and Sawyer shoved himself in. I screamed out because he was much thicker than Luke.
"Luke, I'm gonna eat your ass."
"I don't know about that..."
"You didn't know about fucking him either, Luke," Sawyer interjected. Luke backed his ass up to my face and pulled his cheeks apart. I started lapping at his hole and He moaned loudly. He rocked back and forth as I licked. I felt his warm jizz spray all over my stomach and very soon after Sawyer was blowing inside me. Sawyer grabbed my dick and jerked it until i came too, mixing mine with Luke's. Luke stood up with shaky legs before using his undershirt to clean himself and me off.
"You can take me home now," I smiled, dressed myself and followed the two gorgeous guys to the nice red Cadillac.
When Luke pulled up to my house it was darker outside and there were lights on in my living room.
"Thanks for everything guys," I came foreward and kissed them both on their cheeks.
"No thank you, Gunnar," Luke said.
"Yeah, thanks, Gunnar!" Sawyer smiled at me as I got out and walked toward the house. I came inside and the smell of sausage wafted through the air.
"Smells great." I took off my coat and I moved toward the kitchen, "mom I was beginning to think you-" Cameron turned his head toward me and smiled.
"Hey Gunny. Can I call you that?"
"No. How did you get in?"
"You forgot to lock the door this morning. I'm making pizza." Cameron came around the counter and handed me a glass of wine,
"I also asked my buyer to get us some wine." I stood there in shock. Half because I was disappointed that it wasn't my mother and half because it was Cameron.
"Don't worry I bought groceries. Whose car were you in?"
"I was with Luke, why did you decide to surprise me? Do you ever hang out with your girlfriend anymore?"
"Well we don't hang out as often as we used to, but... Why do you sound so mad?"
"Well I am mad."
"Why?"
"Because you're not my mom. Because You use me. Because... God, nevermind."
"I'm just doing what I thought was doing something nice. We are still friends."
"Yeah but you don't want me to... Just forget it." I walked away from him.
"Gunnar, what? I don't want you to what?" he followed me.
"It doesn't matter," A tear fell down my cheek.
"Why are you crying?" Cameron came close and hugged me.
"No, stop!" I pulled away, "You don't want me to fall in love with you but you are making it so hard! You are perfect and charming. You are hot, you are kind. Fuck you! Fuck you for telling me not to fall for you and then making me fall for you." I burst into tears and sat down, "And to top it all off, I was really hoping that for once in my life I would come home to a mother making dinner for me. I was hoping that maybe she had decided to come home for more than a few minutes and wanted to sit down to a real meal with me."
"Gunnar, I'm so sorry." He sat down next to me and pulled me close.
"The pizza is going to burn." I stood up and wiped my face and walked back to the kitchen. I pulled out the pizza and grabbed a glass of wine and chugged it.
"I think I'm gonna go."
"Why?"
"It was a big mistake to come here. I don't want you to fall for me. Because I don't want to fall for you." Cameron came foreward and pulled me in for a kiss. Passion ignited between us. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto the counter. I kissed him deeper and this time ou tongues began to wrestle. I started to unbutton his shirt but he grabbed my hand.
"No sex tonight. Lets just eat the pizza and go upstairs and lay in bed and watch `Breakfast at Tiffany's'."
"That sounds great."
Morning came sooner than I expected and I woke with Cameron holding me from behind. We were still fully dressed. I carefully slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom, my bladder felt like a water balloon that was much to full.
When I was finished I stood at the mirror and examined myself. My hair was slightly messy and my face was red and puffy with sleep. I brushed my hair and teeth and splashed a little cold water onto my face to wake it up.
"I have to do something about the way I look." I put on a little bit of cherry chapstick and went to my closet to change my clothes. I grabbed a pair of white jeans and a bulky cable knit sweater. I returned to the bed and climbed in next to Cameron. This time the rustling woke him.
"Hey." he said with a sleepy voice. He slowly opened his big brown eyes. I came foreward and kissed him. He lazily kissed back and suddenly his eyes shot open, "fuck we have school today, what time is it?"
"Its a snow day today. There was like a mini blizzard last night."
"Hmm," he laid back and stared at the ceiling, "what will we do today?"
"Well, there's enough snow for a snowman..."
"That sounds super gay." Disappointment waved across my face.
"Do you have a scarf and hat for him?" Cameron asked as he got out of bed.
"Of course!" I scurried off and got some old things to put on the snowman.
"I'm gonna run home real quick and shower and get a different change of clothes."
"Or you could just wash those clothes here and shower here..."
"How about I go get clean clothes and save the shower for here?"
"Promise you'll come back?"
"You can come with if you want." He grabbed my hand and we walked downstairs. He grabbed his coat and we got into his car and went to his house.
"I'll be right back," he said, "I'll leave the car on so you can stay warm." A few minutes later he returned with a small bag of clothes and now he was wearing a wool cap and gloves.
Soon we were ravishing each other in the shower, kissing and groping and sucking. I grabbed his thickness and jerked a few times before getting on my knees and taking it in my mouth. Cameron moaned and bent foreward to rub my back and ass. I curved my back to allow his easier access to my hole. I shuddered as one of his fingers grazed my sensitive pucker. He licked his fingers before inserting one of them in and probing around. Quickly he had a second and then a third finger in my tight ass. I moaned around his dick and continued. He loosened me up before sitting down on the built in ledge in the shower.
"Mount me, Gunnar." I was happy to oblige. I stood up and put my legs on either side of his and lowered myself onto his thick manhood. He smiled at me as I began moving up and down on him. He grasped my pole and started jerking me. I kissed him and he kissed back as I humped him rapidly. I felt the familiar tingle of orgasm. That sensational burning started in my toes and rattled through my body until I was covering Cameron in my semen. His hairy chest was already matted with the water and noy my cum made it slightly sticky. He cried out and my clenching hole caused him to blow inside me.
Cameron looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me. The kiss lasted for an eternity. He ended the kiss when his softening dick popped out of my butt. I climbed off of him and he stood up and we soaped each other up and rinsed off. I turned off the water and we got out and dried off. I put back on the clothes i had put on that morning and Cam slipped into a pair of flattering blue jeans (and by flattering I mean his bubble butt looked absolutely tantalizing in them) a tight v-neck and a cozy looking sweater.
"Ready to build this snowman?"
"Yes, lets go!" He turned and I grabbed his supple butt, "Yum!" Cameron looked back at me and gave me a half grin that could melt butter.
"Hands to yourself, Gropey!" He winked and we set off toward the blistering cold.
About an hour later, after building a snowman almost as tall as me and a quick snowball fight we were sitting in the livingroom in front of the fireplace.
"Thanks for building this fire, Cam. I hate doing it because I always seem to burn everything BUT the wood." I sipped my hot chocolate and Cameron pulled me close.
"It was no problem. I thought it would be a nice idea."
"I'm glad we had a snow day and we decided to spend it together."
"I'm glad too. I think we should watch a movie or something?"
"'Dial "M" For Murder'?"
"I love that movie." I grabbed it from the shelf and put the disc into the DVD player. We sat really close together and the movie began. Cameron put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.
After the movie was over I went to make us something to eat and Cameron sat at the counter.
"Cameron, what if I did fall in love with you?"
"I don't know anymore. Before I would have just said `I'm straight and we have to stop fucking,' but now I can't honestly tell you what I would say."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I like you. Like really like you. Like really really. And obviously I really like having sex with you but I don't know what I feel. You're different. I broke up with Chyan yesterday. Before I came over. I wanted to surprise you but I don't know why. I mean I think it was because I thought `hey, now we can fuck and its okay because I'm TRULY not cheating,' but then you started crying and I suddenly got the urge to hold you and make you feel better. I wouldn't do that to someone I was just using to get my rocks off. Not even a friend. Just someone who I really liked. Do you understand?"
"I think so... You think you may be falling for me too?"
"Too?"
"What?"
"You said `falling for me TOO'."
"No I didn't."
"You definitely did."
"I can't recall."
"Seriously, Gunnar, are you falling for me? Is this the part where you fall in love with me?" I looked at him to see if he was disgusted but I didn't find any hint of being grossed out.
"I don't know. Like I said last night, you are charming and sweet and kind and smart and really attractive. You make me feel great and I just think... I don't know." I looked away. I stirred the soup I had put on the stove.
"Gunnar, I think I love you."
"Really?" I scanned his face for even a tinge of insincerity.
"Yes." He came around the counter and placed a very small, very short, very passionated kiss on my mouth.
"Cameron... I don't want you to break my heart."
"I wont. I never would." He kissed me again. I turned off the stove and tore his sweater and shirt off. He pulled my sweater off and we fumbled with each other's jeans. And there, on the kitchen floor, Cameron Laangrab made love to me, for the first time ever.