This story is a work of fiction; none of it is real. It's all from the sick little thing I call my imagination. This is my story for Nifty, and my first homosexual story as well. This is just a test story, however, and I'd love to see your feedback and critisism. For now, please enjoy this first chapter... at least I hope you'll enjoy it.
Raul had me pinned on the bed; my legs resting on his shoulders, balls deep in me. Raul was excited, grunting and sweating. He must be tearing me in half by now, he's so rough. The bed- the cabin began to creek at his every thrust into me. I noticed he had kept straight eye contact throughout the entire time, he had a serious look to him. I couldn't keep his gaze so I closed my eyes and let out moans, just to tell him I was enjoying this just as much as he is.
I turn my head to the side, looking at our pile of clothes, still feeling Raul's eyes burning onto my skin. He let my legs fall to his sides, making me open up even wider and he scooted closer to me, penetrating me deeper. He grabbed my sides and pounded me even harder. He was now above me. I think he was trying to grab my attention. I looked into his eyes again; he still looked serious as fuck. My gaze fell to his chest. It was shiny from his sweating. I reached out to touch it, rubbed my thumb against his erect pecs. He made a low moan compared to his loud grunting. I looked up again once again. same expression only this time he lowered himself on me and buried his face in my neck.
He wasn't kissing it, nor did he lick or bite. He just rubbed against me. Considering he was doing the work, I wasn't as sweaty and he felt sticky to the touch. He continued humping me. I heard him whisper me something for the first time since we've started. "Come on... come on..." I heard him whisper; his hot breath on my face. We were already tired from the hike over here. He must be exhausted by now. We've been at it for alittle over an hour. I'm getting in and out of it for a while. The spliff we took earlier was begining to wear off.
I wrapped my arms around his neck; pull him cheak to cheak. I didn't know it was possible but he went alittle faster. He began to breath faster and moan out some curses. He lifted his head and rested it directly above my head his nose and forehead pressing hard against mine. He focused eye contact and this time I wasn't going to break the moment and look away. It didn't take much longer before he shot his seed inside me, he shuts his eyes tight as he does. I had already shot longer before his. He lets out a loud sigh, still presses his face against me.
I just lie there, I felt funny. I can feel Raul slip out of me. It felt raw down there and I suddenly felt cold and empty. I try to look at Raul in my tired trance. He looked back, no words shared between us. I try to smile at him but I stupidly just looked up at him. He lifts himself up from me, chills run up my tummy and chest despite the fire I was feeling just hours before. I admire his toned body. He wasn't ripped but he had nice small but hard muscles. I wanted to touch him again. Pull him on me again.
He grabbed his shirt from the pile of clothes that we ripped off of each other and dried the sweat from his chest to his abs. He wiped his cock then tossed the shirt next to my head. He gave me one more serious-sexy look then got off the bed and put on his boxers. He walked to the opposite side of the cabin and lied on the chair. It wasn't long until I heard him lightly snoring.
I grabbed Raul's shirt and brought it to my face. I could smell his cologne, feel his sweat and cum and most importantly, I could smell his scent. I cuddled the shirt. His shirt. I tried to remember how this all happened.
It was Raul's Birthday soon and he "hinted" at me that he wanted a gift during English. "Can you get me a Live card, G-Boy?" I didn't get him a present for Christmas so I owed him. "Sure, just give me some time," I told him. "Cool," he said smiling. The next day he said he can get me something in return. "I think I can get you some weed," he says. "A Wii? I already have one..." "No, weed, some smoke-" "Spliff?" I interupt. He laughs. He thinks it's funny how I call it spliff. "Yeah, man, some spliff," he mocks. "Cool," I said.
Last week he invited me to go hiking with him. Joey and Javier were invited too but they bailed at the last minute. I wanted to bail too but I wanted some alone time with him. Even then, there was something about him that attracted me. He seemed glad it was just me, "There's only one bed," he told me. "I can sleep on the floor," I said. "We can share it," he winked. I blushed.
We met at the hill. He carried his tan backpack, me just a bookbag. We walk next to each other. I glance at him every so often, he caught me staring once and smiled. His shirt was getting soaked from sweat. It turned me on. We stopped for a bit and he took off his shirt. I couldn't stop staring. Nice, smooth, not much hair. "Fuckin' hot huh?" he says more than asks.
We finally make it to the top to a cabin. He drops himself on the porch. He smiles up at me. I lie next to him. He takes something out of his backpack. "Want some spliff?" He asks me. "Um... sure," I said, I wasn't sure if I should. I honestly thought he was just trying to act cool when he asked he could get me some.
The sun began to sink but it was still a bit warm. Raul still had his shirt off. He smokes the spliff then exhales the smoke on my face. "C'mon, smoke some," he says. "Um..." I take it in but I coughed it the very second the smoke hits my lungs. I try again and it was the same deal. I bring the spliff up to my lips but I feel Raul grab my hand. "Stop... here..." he says, taking in alot of the spliff. He holds it in and then turns to me. He gets the back of my head and brings his lips to mine. I melted. He forced himself on me, he used his tongue to open my mouth then he exhaled the smoke into me. It seemed easier to hold. I really did think it was a kiss, though.
He pulls back smiling. "You like that?" I breath out. "Yeah..." I sigh. "Cool, it should kick in in a few more shotguns," "Ah..." I said, already feeling it. He took another from the joint, held it then lowered his head over mine. I purposly held my lips closed so he could use his tongue. To my disapointment, he pulled away and let the smoke slip out of his nose and mouth.
"Stop that," he says. "Stop what?" I giggled. "Just open your mouth alright?" I pouted, I thought he liked it. He took some of the blunt. I held myself up using my elbows. He lowered down on me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips and then the smoke. He lifted up and laughed. I open my eyes. "You're liking this too much, G-Boy," He laughs. "Yeah..." I say without thinking.
"It's just the weed talking, right?" He asks. "Yeah..." I say again, a bit disoriented and not really knowing what else to say. "Good 'cause I need your help," he says patting his crotch, "And it's only gay if someone else sees us," he goes on. I can see his bulge through his jeans and my little member was starting to pulse. He leads me to the bed. He rips my clothes off and I pull down his jeans and he forces my face to his cock.
I can feel the sun's warming rays bath my face through the window blinds. I should have turned my head the other way because when I opened my eyes it felt like the sun light was taking a stab at them. I screeched looking away but felt embarrassed. I sit up and look at the chair where Raul was sleeping on. He wasn't there. Thank God...
I got up and realized I was still naked from last night... and I slept over the covers. Raul saw me in broad day light, naked. I realize we went all the way last night but that was at night where all the clothing I needed was the shadows. I'm an average joe but compared to Raul's God-chiseled body, I'm a bit self-concsious about it. He graced me with his body, and that's a treat. I'm only hoping I put out enough to satisfy him.
I slid on my pants from yesterday; I go commando. It's just breezy compared to boxers and briefs. I discarded putting on my shirt, it was smelly from hiking. I step out of the cabin. A stream of smoke hits my face as I step out. "Morning, Gio," I look left. Raul is sitting on a bench, smoking a joint. Uh-oh, he calls me 'Gio' when he's a bit serious.
"H-Hey Raul," I sit next to him. My ass swells in pain. He turns toward me, "Sleep well last night?" he asks. He wasn't looking at me directly, rather he looked at my shoulder. "Sorry if my snoring kept you up," he says. "Oh, no... You weren't loud," I assure him. The small talk continued to drag on this way very awkwardly.
It was difficult to sit. Raul really pounded in me. I was suprised he didn't bring it up. "Oh!" I get up and run back in the cabin. It must have been a sight for Raul, considering how strangely I ran. "What?" I heard him ask outside. I opened my book bag and grab Raul's gift. I walk back to Raul, taking it easy on my ass this time. "Happy Birthday!" He smiled and finally looked at me in the eye.
"Thanks, G-Boy," his smile broadens. I sit down next to him and he puts his arm around me and brings me close. I was suprised I didn't blush. "Listen... I didn't hurt you last night, right?" he asks, smoke escaping his lips. My ass is throbbing like a mother fucker... "No," I lie. "Okay good..." he sighs. "We should get going," It was my turn to sigh. "What?" he asks. "My bum hurts, I doubt I'll enjoy the hike home," "... I thought you said I didn't hurt you..." he said. "Well, I'm a little sore," He chuckles, "It's okay, I'll carry you,".
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