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This story is intended for adult audiences. It contains emotional and sex scenes between two teenaged boys. If it is illegal for you to read this material, please stop now.
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My other Nifty story is Wade & Christian in the 2003 High School section.
This is a work of fiction, no basis in reality at all.
Dedicated to my 'Misery' boy, Nathan, whose semi-long e-mails inspire me to continue writing.
READ THIS!!!!: In the story *** indicates a change in the narrator's point of view.
I was totally convinced that Nathan Goldman was playing mind games with me. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what was going on, but every time I thought I figured something out about him, he switched up entirely.
Two days ago, he lay across from me on the train and pumped his dick for all he was worth, then asked me to lick up his cum. Today, he's not even acknowledging the fact that I breathe.
I knew this fucking trip was a mistake. Since we got here last night, its been him and my brother Jake, close as ever. I can't even join in the conversations because the people they talk about, I don't even know! It's like being in a house with grownups, but worse cuz Nate and Jake could care less about how I feel.
Jake's apartment is a dump. It's got one tiny bedroom that he won't let either me or Nate in and a small living room and kitchen. Nate and I had to sleep on this lumpy sleeper sofa. Even Sarasota with my mom and dad was better than the vacation I was on.
The only decent thing about this trip was sleeping next to Nate the night before. It was almost like when I was little and he use to put his arms around me when I crawled all over him watching tv or playing video games. I woke up in the middle of the night, and he had spooned me. His arm was around my waist and his crotch pressed against my butt and it felt so good, it was almost worth the entire trip just for that.
I sat across from Jake at the tiny kitchen table, munching on a sandwich. Nate came and stood at the kitchen door, which was really as far as he could go cuz there was no room for him to come in.
"So, what do you have up for today?" Nate asked Jake, ignoring me completely again.
"I gotta be at work by one and I'm going over to Margot's right after," Jake told him. "We're going to hang out all day. I'll probably be home late, around three or four in the morning. So, you guys can order something to eat or whatever. I know this is a shitty vacation for you, but I'll take you to the beach by the end of the week, I swear."
"No problem," Nate said, quickly...like Jake shit gold or something. I closed my mouth. If I complained, it wouldn't matter anyway. I was stuck in this tiny cramped apartment all day with nothing to do but watch tv, play video games or surf the 'Net. To make matters worse, it was like 85 degrees outside and that was hot by Michigan standards. Jake didn't even have an air conditioner!
Jackpot. The thing I loved about my best friend Jake was that he was predictable as hell. I mean, he never changed and for him, girls were always the most important thing in life. So, he would spend all day with his chick Margot and I would have Brett all to myself.
This was the day that I was going to make my move. I didn't know how I was going to do it exactly, but there was no way I was letting the opportunity pass me by. The sooner I broke the ice, the sooner we could have fun together...and the little guy was driving me fucking crazy!
He comes out of the shower wearing these shorts that are so baggy I could just pull them down over his nonexistent hips and little bubble butt. And he doesn't even have the decency to put on a shirt.
I almost lost it last night when he lay down next to me on the sleeper couch. He's such a little guy, he fits me perfectly. When he fell asleep, I just tucked him up against me and everything was perfect. He makes the cutest sounds in his sleep, too...they get me as hard as a rock.
I had to come up with some kind of plan cuz it was almost noon. An hour and Jake would be out of the way.
I can't believe what happened. Jake left the apartment at like 12:30 so that he could make it to work on time and I was stuck there with Nate like I had known I would be. I kinda got over how boring it was going to be because, you know, what can you do about it?
I was flicking through the tv channels and not really paying any attention to Nate cuz he'd ignored me all day. Why should I pay attention to him when I would just end up mad when he ignored me? I had it all figured out and everything. Reverse psychology or whatever. If he ignored me, then I'd ignore him. Fine.
So, I was just sitting there when he comes up and grabs the remote out of my hand. Nobody's done that to me since Jake moved to Florida. So, I'm not used to it and I got kinda mad. I stood up, toe to toe with Nate. Who gives a fuck that he's more than half a foot taller than I am?
"Give it back, you fucking asshole," I raged up at him and he got this big smirk on his face. He wanted to get to me and he was doing a good job of it.
"Say please, sweetie," he said, making pouting faces with his thick lips and I was enraged and excited all at the same time.
"Nate, you stupid fuck, give it back to me now," I hissed at him. He got this big, laughing look on his face.
"What are you gonna do, tell your big brother Jakie when he comes home?" he teased. I was not going to disgrace myself by jumping up and down after the remote like some sad, short loser. Nate was such a prick.
"Fuck it," I said and sat back down. "You are so immature."
I was leaning back against the sofa and staring at the tv, when he just jumped on me and put me in the headlock.
"Nate, man, get off of me," I said from under his arm, pushing his huge bicep with all of my strength and not even moving him an inch. I wiggled around until I was up off of the sofa and wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to squeeze the life out of him.
"Anybody ever tell you," he said, breathing hard, "you've got a bad fucking attitude to be such a little shit."
He lifted me up and tossed me around like I wasn't the slightest bit heavy. I got a rush of adrenaline and managed to drag myself down to the ground, but he came down with me, straddling me in seconds and pinning me to the ground with his arms and knees. I struggled for a few minutes but I knew when to give up.
"Okay, fine, You're bigger and stronger. Now, get the hell off of me."
He just sat there, looking down at me, grinning. I knew that I was getting hard, but who wouldn't? Nate was the most perfect specimen I had ever seen, captain of the football team, had his pick of girlfriends if he wanted them. It was only natural for me to be attracted to him. I was gay, afterall. But I didn't want him to know...even though I suspected that he might be to. He'd done nothing but tease and pick on me for the past year. If he found out about me, he might make things a hundred times worse.
"Look whose getting hard," he said, pressing himself down against my crotch, making me that much harder. I cringed and turned my face away from him. He sat there for a few moments, waiting for me to reach my full length.
"Not bad, runt," he said with a grin. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm always hard, man."
Stop. Rewind. Was he being nice to me?
I looked up at him, trying to hide the emotion I was feeling. I wanted to touch him. God, the image of him on the train was burnt into my retinas. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see him, pumping his rod and hear his moans...but I was scared as hell.
"I - I can take care of that for you, if you want me to," he said in a whisper and I almost didn't hear him. His green eyes were turning brown and gray, they were making me hot. He looked the way that he had when we sat at his parent's dinner table...like he wanted to grab me or something.
"Do you want me to?"
I nodded, I couldn't talk. He slid his legs off of me and reached for my shorts. I lifted up so that he could slide them off easily and then settled back down, feeling naked and vulnerable and uncertain. He stared at me for a long time, especially at my cock, which I was pretty proud of cuz even though I'm a little guy, its like eight inches easy.
"It's big," he told me and I smiled.
"As big as yours?" I asked and he shook his head. "Can I see?" He stood up and slid his pants down and off and then plunked down next to me on the floor.
It was huge. Bigger than mine for sure, but more long than thick. I reached for it. The first time I touched it,this huge shudder went through him and I pulled my hand back.
"God, man, don't let go of it," he told me and so I reached for his cock again. I loved the way it felt in my hand. It was hot and pulsing. I traced each tiny vein with my finger and watched in fascination as precum began to leak from the slit at the head. I wanted to place my tongue there and lick it up, taste Nate, but I was too afraid. I just began to pump him the way I liked to pump myself and he moved in closer to me. He had his hand around me a few moments later and had nestled his head in the crook of my shoulder.
He settled into a slick rhythmn and I felt my whole body begin to tingle and go hot. It didn't take long for me to feel like I was going to explode. I began to moan low in my throat and something happened to Nate. He went crazy.
His hand tightened around me and he was breathing against my neck, trailing his tongue down my shoulder, across my chest and licking my nipples, fucking biting them! I lost it right there. I let go of him, reared back and started spurting for all I was worth, moaning and shaking. I had never cum so hard before. It was my first time doing anything with anybody but opened my eyes and let him see how I felt. He had released something in me.
As soon as I could focus, though, I realized that Nate had cum, too. He had shot his load up across his chest and on the carpet. I hadn't even been touching him. I looked up at him questioningly, but he wasn't looking at me. He turned away from me and started picking up his pants and underwear. He drug them over his legs while I watched, the look on his face warned me not to say a word. I sat up, hoping he's calm down and we could talk, but he hurried off into the bathroom.
He came out fifteen minutes later and walked out the front door. Not a word.
Six hours later and I was still alone in the apartment. I pulled out the sofa bed and got the covers out of the linen closet. I was hungry. I had no money. I didn't know my way around the city and it was getting dark outside. I had no clue where Margot lived and I didn't know if I should be scared that Nate was gone for so long or if I was just being a wuss.
I made the bed and then lay down in it, too drained to go in the kitchen and scour Jake's barren cupboards for food. In minutes I was crying. I cried because I wanted Nate to come back and tell me that what had happened between us was cool, no problem.
All the lights were out when I opened my eyes again and Nate was behind me, his arm around my waist again, his semi-erect dick resting against me. I sighed, looked around. He was sound asleep. Near my head was a bag. I lifted up just a little and opened the bag. A submarine and chips. He'd thought about me...but why had he left in the first place?
I sat up in the bed, moving away from Nate, opened the bag and devoured the food. I'd find a way to ask him about it in the morning.
I put all of my trash in the bag and set it on the floor, laying back in the circle of Nate's arms. He snuggled closer to me and I started to fall asleep.
To be continued............................
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