Well, I'm back from vacation, and as promised, here's part one of the long awaited story. As always, don't steal from me, ask first before using my story, don't read if you can't, yadda- yadda-yadda.
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Chapter 14 "Coming Back From Vacation Special Part I" (This is totally an awesome title ok?)
The rest of lunch went by without any trouble. As soon as the bell rings, every one scrambles to their next class. I enter my economics class and plop my head down on my desk. We're talking about monopoly or something like that today... Ugh, boring... Why does the class revolve around graphs? At least the teacher isn't bad... I guess...
Thank god class came and went without much trouble. I rush out the door the instant the bell rings. I spot Chris coming out and we head to our next class. Well, at least my luck is coming back... somewhat. Caleb miraculously understood most of his homework. This might be the year... I hope.
In any case, Caleb, Chris, and I finish our homework relatively quickly. With nothing left to do, we sat back and talked about random crap. Sometime during the conversation, we switched to Caleb asking me about relationships. Apparently, he wants to do something special for Matt, especially since Homecoming's well... coming. All I can tell him is to be himself and see what Matt likes and dislikes. Time flies by and the bell eventually sounds off once again. Chris and I wave goodbye to Caleb and head to the parking lot.
"Don't forget about visiting," Chris reminds me.
"Mhm, I didn't forget, but thanks for reminding me snuggle bug."
"Hey!" he protests, "what if someone heard?"
"There's nobody around," I roll my eyes. "Besides, I'll call you whatever I want to call you."
"Fine, break our promise," he pouts.
"I didn't break it. As long as it's private, I can call you whatever baby names I want. And it's pretty private right now if you ask me," I argue back.
"Whatever," he states as he gets in my car.
"Admit it, you love it when I call you that... snuggle bug," I nudge.
"Sure... the day Patrick grows up."
"Wanna bet?" I joke as I pull out the lot and onto the street.
Shortly after, we arrive at his house. I park next to Betty's car and we get out of my car.
"I'm home Mom!" Chris shouts upon entering, taking off his shoes. "Huh... no response. I wonder why."
"I don't know. Let's go see." I shuck off my shoes and go further into the home. "Oh..." I whisper and point on the couch. "I was right."
Chris giggles, "Yep, I guess so... do you think that he's-"
"Oh naughty-naughty," I snicker back, "I doubt it though. Anyways, lets leave him alone and go find your mom."
"She's probably upstairs doing something. Come on, let's go," Chris drags me up the stairs. At the landing, I hear a thumping sound, followed by some shouting coming from the guest bedroom. Chris and I look at each other, concerned, and walk in there.
"Clair! Enough is enough! We can't have you turning the entire house around just to find one key!" a girl's voice screams, presumably Betty's.
"I don't care! Poor Patrick's been sleeping on the couch for the past two days!" Clair shouts back.
Chris and I rush over to the room to see Clair and Betty in each other's face while the husbands are off to the sides, standing there awkwardly. Wayne's eyes and mine meet and I signal him to come out. He nods and sneaks out while the cat fight continues.
"What happened?" Chris asks with me next to him.
"It's about the keys to your room. We can't seem to 'find' it anywhere and Clair's throwing a misfit," Wayne explains with air quotes.
"Oh... you said 'find' in quotes, as in-"
"Yeah I know Chris. And I understand why you did it," Wayne winks.
"Oh... should I give them back?" Chris asks.
"Nah... listen Chris. I know that I haven't been the best father lately, but I'm just too busy. I mean, I start work again tomorrow. Nonetheless, know that I will always love you, regardless of what happen."
Chris sniffles at the touchy words his dad pronounced. He runs up to his father and gives him a big hug. "Thank you Dad... that means a lot to me..."
They let go of each other and Wayne turns to me. "And don't worry Dylan, I know about your little secret with Chris."
Crap! Betty must've told him! I look at Chris and see him blush on the cheeks.
"Like I said, don't worry about it you two. I approve of him Chris; he seems really nice. Not to mention his looks," Wayne compliments me. I blush slightly alongside with Chris.
"Dad!" Chris protests.
"What? I did some unspeakable stuff to when I was young," he winks. "Shh, don't tell your mom about it though. Although I don't think it'll be of the main concern anytime soon..."
We all look back at the room and wince as Betty and Clair shout of Curtis to back off.
"You've gotten tanner," Wayne remarks.
"Mhm, I went to the beach yesterday," Chris grins.
"Ohhh."
The two start conversing with each other, catching up on missed father-son time. The moment was perfect... well, as perfect as it can be with a fight going on in the background. Unfortunately, Clair spots the touchy moment, particularly Chris being present in the house.
"Chris!" she shouts, "You have an extra spare key right?"
"No... I never lock my doors, so I don't hold any keys," Chris responds mechanically.
"Really? Lemme see your keys then," she jeers, stomping towards him.
"Oh my god Clair! He just said he doesn't have the keys! Don't just go around accusing my son of these types of things," Betty defends us.
"It's ok Mom. She can look; it won't solve anything," Chris explains.
He takes out his key ring and hands them to Clair. She looks at each key, and throws them back to Chris. Little does she know, I was holding the key on my key ring. She storms out the door, followed by a bickering Betty. After the two leave the room and enter another, us four guys look at each other and sigh profoundly.
"I'll go try and calm her down..." Curtis volunteers. "Honestly... I don't get what the big deal is..." he mutters to himself as he leaves.
"Let's go downstairs, away from the commotion," Wayne offers. The three of us head back downstairs and he notices the still knocked out Patrick on the sofa. He sighs and shakes his head.
"I'll go wake him up," Chris nominates himself.
"I'll go with you," I volunteer. Once we were out of Wayne's sight, I press my hands down on Chris's head.
"Hey! What was that for?!" he protests.
"I know you naughty boy," I grin at him. "You and your horny curiosity."
"You too!" he retaliates.
"Guilty," I smirk.
We giggle and sneak up at the three-seater. On the count of three, Chris and I yanked off the blanket, exposing Patrick's nude body in plain sight. I notice the little bulge and couldn't help but snicker a little. It was only a little tube at about five inches hard.
"Shit that's tiny," Chris giggles.
"Hey now don't be mean..." I scorn at him. He looks at me and a smile forms on my face. Chris catches me and starts snickering. "Shh Chris."
"So how should we wake him up?" Chris smirks.
"Why not use the Chris specialty?" I chuckle.
"Nah... the Chris specialty is for you, and only you."
"Fine... let's do the combination special then," I suggest.
"What's that?"
"Oh you know, when one attacks the front while the other the back," I grin devilishly at him.
"I call front!" Chris gleefully whispers.
"Ok, then on the count of three. One... two... three!"
Chris attacks Patrick's miniscule balls while I squeeze his full moons. Patrick's eyes shoot open and jumps off the sofa. The two of us crack up laughing and fall to the ground. A dazed and confused Patrick looks around and realizes that he's exposed for the world to see. His eyes open wide and frantically looks around for his blanket. Feeling bad for him, I hand him the sheets. He snatches it out of my hands and quickly covers himself up.
"It's already 3:30 Patrick, and I don't know about you, but most people are awake by then," I tease after calming down my uncontrollable giggling.
"But still, how did you manage to sleep through that intense battle between our moms?" Chris wonders.
"Huh?" he yawns, "What do you mean?"
"Chris's mom and your mom had a big tantrum over the locked door issue earlier. And if I'm not mistaken, they're still at it," I explain to Patrick.
"Oh... well, ok..." he sighs without a care in the world. "Now can you guys um... you know, leave? I'm not really decent..."
"Sure Patrick," Chris assures him. We get up and start to leave for the kitchen. "But just so you know," Chris adds by the doorway, "We've already seen that tiny worm of yours. You have nothing to hide."
Patrick chucks his pillow in our direction, but I intercept and catch it without trouble. I toss it back and it hits Patrick square on the face. Chris snickers and we scamper out while Patrick gives us the death glare, not that it'll do much compared to mine. We dash into the kitchen where Wayne is preparing some coffee.
"Why are you two giggling?" he asks.
"Oh nothing, Patrick was just giving us a show," Chris snickers.
"Oh... I see..." Wayne takes a sip of his broth and sighs. "Dylan, can I have a moment with Chris?"
"Sure, I'll wait by the stairs."
"What's so important that you need to talk to me alone?" Chris asks.
"It's about... personal matter," Wayne taps his fingers.
"It's ok Chris, I'll wait by the stairs." As I'm turning around, I give Chris a wink; he nods slightly. As soon I exit the room, I turn sharply and hide behind the wall, straining to hear what the conversation was.
"So... Chris..." Wayne starts. "We never had the um..."
"Had what?" Chris asks innocently.
Wayne sighs loudly. "We never had the talk."
"Oh..."
I use all my might to suppress my laughter. Wow... the talk now... of all times. I shake my head and listen in more. I think Wayne needs to a lesson on when is the right time to talk about certain things.
"Yeah... I know it's really late, but umm..."
"Dad?" Chris brings up, "If you want, you don't have to tell me. I kinda figured it out already..."
"Oh? You did?" Wayne raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah... I searched around the internet and you know... Dylan's kinda taught me some stuff too. So... yeah..."
"Ah... I see," Wayne says while deep in thought. "Well, that saves me the trouble of embarrassing ourselves I guess."
"Yeah... can I go get Dylan now?" Chris asks.
"Sure."
I hear Chris dashing towards me. I embrace myself and as soon as I see him pop out in front of me, I snatch him up and pull him in for a kiss.
"How'd the embarrassing conversation go?" I grin at him.
"Oh shut it, and let me go now," Chris whispers, "What if someone catches us?"
"Fine..." I pout as I release him from my hug, but not before stealing another kiss from him.
"What's gotten into you?" Chris looks at me funny.
"Oh nothing... just thinking about how much you've grown..." I smile cheekily at him.
"Ok... I'm not following," he states as he walks in back towards the countertop.
"Following what?" Wayne asks while preparing another cup of coffee. "Do you want some Dylan."
"No, I'm fine."
A loud thump projects from the ceiling. We all wince, wondering what, or who, caused the sound. We hear a door from upstairs slam shut and see Clair briskly storming down the stairs. Following closely is her husband, Curtis, who's trying his best to calm her down. She furiously slams the front door and Curtis reopens it again to follow her out. Betty follows soon after and stomps out the back, not wanting to see Clair.
"There goes the peace in this house tonight..." Wayne sighs.
"Should we leave?" I ask.
"Yeah... it might be best if you do..."
"...Where's my mom?..." Patrick asks as he approaches the countertop.
"She stormed out of this house a minute ago," Chris says, avoiding Patrick's gaze.
"Oh... well I'm hungry," he replies as if nothing is wrong.
"Our parents are fighting and all you care about is food?!" Chris asks, irritated.
"So? Why do I care? Now where's my breakfast?" Patrick replies nonchalantly.
"Agh... you're impossible Patrick. Our moms are fighting and all you can think about is food?" Chris protests, "You know what? I don't care. Can we go now Dylan?"
"Sure, I guess..."
"Oh, before you go Dylan, a package came for you. It's next to the hallway; Chris knows where that is," Wayne states sympathetically, avoiding Chris's general direction.
"Oh ok. Thanks Wayne. Come on Chris, let's go."
"The sooner, the better," Chris grits.
On the way out, Chris takes a small detour and carries out the package. We throw it into the trunk and cram into my car.
"Dylan... I feel funny..." Chris brings up halfway through the ride.
"Funny how?" I ask while I'm driving, concerned.
"It's like an uncomfortable feeling, like I have a lot of pent up energy that I need to release," he tries to describe his feelings.
"Oh... feeling like punching something?" I question.
"Now that you mention it, yeah..."
"Feel like screaming for no apparent reason?"
"Mhm..."
"You're frustrated," I say all so casually.
"Is it?" he asks, not completely convinced.
"I think so. And if my hunch is correct, it's probably because of Patrick. Why don't we talk about it inside. We're pulling into my house."
"Ok..."
I park my car in front of the garage and we quickly get out. Chris grabs our backpacks and I head to the back of my car to take out the package.
"What's in the box?" he asks.
"Don't you remember?" I reply, slamming the trunk shut.
"Remember what?"
"Oh... well then, it's a surprise," I smile. I unlock the front doors and dash quickly into my room.
"Is that you Dylan?"
"Yeah Mom. I'll talk to you later! I have something important to do!" I shout back.
"Ok!" she yells back as I close my door and lock it.
"Alright Chris..." I snatch him up and carry him to the bed, "What seems to be the trouble?" We fall backwards onto the bed with a thud.
He sighs and rolls onto his stomach. "I don't know... I just... feel mad..."
"Wanna talk about it?"
He sighs again. "I want to punch a baby in the face and crawl into a little hole."
"Well I don't have any of those at my disposal, but I do have a way to make you feel better."
"Really? How?"
I flip us around and pin his arms next to his ears. I smile at him and lean down to kiss him. As our lips touch, I feel jolts of electricity flow through my entire body.
"Is it working?" I whisper and give him another kiss.
"Hmm... I think I need something more..."
I chuckle a little and lean down to give him another kiss. While our lips are locked, I release my grip and glide my hands down his arms, armpits, ribs, and finally, stopping at his hips. Having a firm hold on him, I flip us around again so that he's on top of me. My hands move towards each other and dive downwards towards my new prize: the two moons.
They squeeze tightly under Chris's pants and gropes his beautiful, firm, bubble butt. With every squeeze, Chris moans with pleasure. Oh how I love his moans; they're so sexy-sounding and cute!
"Mmm..." he musters and spreads my legs apart with his. After doing so, he fits them both in and hugs me tight.
"Feeling better?" I ask before kissing him once more.
"Much better," he sighs with another kiss. Who knew it'd be this easy to calm his negative energy down.
"Mmm. Well, as long as you're happy."
Our making out session lasts for about another ten minutes. During the course of our sexy moment, we tossed and turned everywhere, groped and invaded every body part, and moaned and sighed every pitch of pleasure. At the end, we were both breathing heavily with boners straining for some sort of relief. Chris turns over and drapes his arm and leg over me.
"Dylan... I think your toy needs some attention..."
"Wanna save it for later tonight? I wanna use the stuff I got today," I tell him, stroking his beautiful hair.
"Only if you show me what's inside the box,"
"Deal."
I scoot off the bed to claim my box of goodies. I grab a pair of scissors and plop back onto the bed. I cut the tape binding and rip open the box. Inside included various items such as two boxes of condoms, reusable douche, water-based lube, etc.
"Whoa," Chris says, astonished, "When did you get this?"
"Don't you remember? The day your mom gave me a credit card, I ordered some stuff online," I remind him.
"Ohhh... this is what you bought?" he asks.
"Mhm."
"What's this for? How do you use this? Wait, why is there a bottle in here?" he bombards at me while touching everything.
"Whoa! One at a time Chris," I stop him and put everything back into the box. "First things first, our parents?"
"Don't know about this stuff," he grins.
"Good. Ok, what do you know and what do you not know in this box?"
"I know nothing," he grins. "Well, except for this." He pulls out the bottle of lube. "I saw the actors use it in that porn video you showed me."
"Ah... it's called lube. Gay guys need this because our butt doesn't produce anything smooth and wet when something enters it. That's I lick your ass and wet my finger before sticking it in you."
"Ohh... then why not just use spit?" he asks.
"Cause lube is better. This one is water-based, instead of oil-based, so it doesn't stain the bed. Plus, spit can get a bit... sticky and rough. So that's why we use lube." I put the bottle back. "Now this box contains condoms. I bought one for you, and one for me. They're used for safe sex and to prevent pregnancy and some STDs. But since we're both clean virgins, I don't think that'll be an issue."
"Then, why did you get them?"
"Because," I start, "these condoms come soaked in lube. So whenever we need to do something fast, like at school..."
"Oh... naughty-naughty..." Chris coquets. He grabs the box and pulls out a rubber. "Oh, so that's how they shove it all in..."
"Yeah, and to put it on, you place it on your mushroom, pinch that little bulb, and roll the rubber down."
He shoves the square plastic back in the box and tosses the whole thing back into the package. "What's this then?"
"That... is a douche. You filled it up with water and squirt it in your ass to clean the inside."
"Why?" he questions while playing around with it.
"Because, little bits of shit might be left in love tunnel. And what if you want to suck on my dick later?" I tease.
"Eww..." he grimaces. "How many times should we clean?"
"I'd say once a week is enough. And you use it about three or four times to get everything out," I respond.
"Ok. you're gonna help me with this tonight," he giggles. "I know that this is a dildo, but what's this thing?"
"Oh..." I give him a dirty smirk, "That's a butt plug. The dildo might be too uncomfortable for you to keep in your ass the entire day, so we can use the butt plug."
"Oh, then why is there a battery holder?"
"It also doubles as a wireless vibrator. You know... for those times when you need something extra to help," I giggle uncontrollably.
"Wow!... You're disgusting..."
"Yeah... but I'm yours, which makes you disgusting as well," I snicker back.
"Whatever... then what are these?" he asks while pulling out two die wrapped in plastic.
"These are called sex dies. You basically roll them and you have to do whatever the two outcomes are; the last one tells you how long you do the action for. It's used for foreplay and getting people into the mood of having sex," I explain.
"Well I think that's it." I lie down in my arms.
"What about my boner?" he mumbles while scooting his stomach to meet mine.
"I thought we agreed to use it later," I grin at him while patting his back affectionately.
"But now is later," he whines.
"No, now is now; later is later," I smirk.
"Fine, but I demand a kiss," he articulates and crosses his arms.
"Ok... where do you want it?" I sigh and sit up.
"Hmm... can you kiss me on the forehead and slowly venture across my body, avoiding the parts where they're clothes?"
"Wow... so specific, and that's more than one kiss," I notice.
"Yeah...but do it favor as my boyfriend. Pleeeease," he stresses while showing me his beady, sapphire gems.
"Oh alright... but I'm only doing the face" I give up my match to his puppy look. "Note to self, develop an immune system to Chris's gorgeous eyes."
"Yeah, the day pigs fly," he scoffs and pounces onto me by surprise and tackles me back down to the bed. "Now where were we?" his face grins while pinning my arms with his hands.
"You wanted a kiss, remember?"
"Oh yeah," he realizes.
I flip us around and give him a quick kiss on the forehead. I circle down his crown clockwise and continuously peck down gently towards his cheek. I dance across and up back to the original position.
"Ok, I done," I announce and plop my body down on his.
"But I wanted you to kiss me everywhere..." he mumbles.
"I'll do it later tonight..." I sigh and hug his ribs.
"...Dylan?"
"Yeah?"
"...Can we not use the dildo and butt plug for now?" He pulls himself up and leans on his elbows. "I know it sounds weird and you've already entered me with your finger, but I feel like the toys will steal my virginity..."
I rest on my chin and grin at him. "That's fine. I think I get what you're talking about; you don't want something that's in the shape of a dick to completely invade you right?"
"Yeah. Well... except for the real thing."
"Oh yeah. Of course," I giggle. "In any case, I'm feeling hungry, how 'bout you?"
"Kinda..."
We toss everything back into the box and shove it deep within the composures of my closet. Taking extra caution, I throw a cover over the box. With our deepest secrets concealed, Chris and I head out my room and into the kitchen.
"Hi again Mom," I greet as we enter the kitchen. Chris goes ahead and sits down at the table.
"Oh hi boys. Judging from the little one over there, you guys are hungry," my mom states.
"Who's the mind reader now?" I taunt as I sit down next to my cutie pie.
My mom waves aside the comment and pulls out a box. "I hope you guys don't mind cold pizza; that's what I had for lunch today."
"Sure, no problem Mom."
As soon as she sets the box down, the hungry pack of wolves attack and scavenge whatever was left in the box. In about two minutes, all that was left was the oily box.
"Well... I was going to say to not eat too much, but I guess I was a bit late on that," my mom says as she turns around to take off her apron.
"Sorry Mom, but we were hungry," I tell her.
"Yeah, sorry," Chris adds in innocently.
"Well, I hope you have room for dinner, which should be ready in about an hour or so."
"Alright, I guess we'll go do something in my room until then. Come on Chris," I wave for Chris to come.
He scoots off his chair and head towards my room. I stop by the fridge and take out two cans of coke. One in each hand, I briskly step into my room before my mom can scold me about having too much sugar in my body. Ha, fat chance of that happening!
"Here Chris, think fast." I toss a can to him and turn around to lock my door.
"Thanks." He pops the opening and takes a gulp. "Ahh... that hit the spot."
"So... what should we do for an hour? I ask while sitting next to him on my bed.
"I don't know, you're the one who usually comes up with ideas," he says.
"Hmm..." A light bulb clicks in my head. "Oh I know..."
"What?"
I grin wickedly at Chris and go in to my closet. After rummaging through my clothes and racks, I pull aside the cover and pull out the douche from the box. That devilish smile returns onto my face.
I turn around. "We can start using this."
"Oh... now?"
"Sure, I don't see why not."
Chris looks down for a bit. I tilt my head a little and sit down next to him. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know why... but I'm scared..." he admits. "Will it hurt?"
I pat him on the back and wrap my arm around his right shoulder. "I heard that it causes some craps as you're using it, but other than that, it shouldn't hurt. If you want, I'll go first. Alright?"
"Ok..." he smiles weakly. "And thanks Dylan..."
"Sure, what are big brothers for?"
I shove the rubber into my pocket and motion Chris to head towards the door. He peeps open through a crack and makes a dash for the restroom with me following close behind. As always, I enter second and slam the door shut. I turn around and see Chris tugging his shirt off. I shake my head and walk over to help.
"Thanks Dylan," he grins at me as soon as his head pops up.
"Sure, no problem," I whisper back and secretly grope his balls.
"Hey!" he scolds.
I grin cheekily at him and fumble with his buttons. After separating the buttons, I pull down his pants and boxers in one go. He steps out of the leggings and removes his socks at the same time.
"When did you get a tan?" I joke.
Chris looks at me and smiles, "Oh you know, I decided to go to the beach one day."
"Really? And you didn't invite me?" I pout.
"You didn't ask," he retaliates.
"Ok, well the next time you go tanning, invite me ok?"
"Sure, but only if you get naked with me right now."
I waste no time in stripping as I cursorily remove every article of clothing I have on. I unbutton my pants and suck in my stomach, causing them to fall to the ground. As I'm stepping out of them, I pull my shirt over my head and throw it into the pile of clothes we've created.
I rest my hands on my hips and sigh. Chris scoots over and puts his thumb inside my boxer's waistband. Playing around with it a little bit, he removes it down slowly by circling his hands around my hips. Without much elasticity though, the waistband drops down completely after passing my bubble butt. Chris lets it fall to the ground and hugs me.
Startled, I slowly bring my arms around him. "What was that for?" I gently ask.
"Just wanted a hug is all..." he mumbles.
"Oh... ok..." I whisper, afraid of someone outside hearing us. Come to think of it, what happened to my two little nightmares?
The sweet moment eventually ends with me kissing Chris on the forehead. He lets go and I instruct him to turn on the faucet. Might as well take a shower while we're at it. The water runs and eventually turns scalding hot, just the way I like it. I pull out the douche from my pockets and step inside with Chris.
"So, me first right?" I ask to make sure.
"Mhm."
"Alright." I fill the tool with water and hand it to Chris. "I'm going to get on all fours and spread my legs. What you're going to do is gently stick the tip pass my sphincter muscle and slowly squeeze the water in ok?"
"Ok."
Chris makes room for me and I get down into a doggy position. Chris fills the douche up with water and gets behind me. I spread my legs and feel something pointy invading between my two cheeks. Then, I feel some warm liquid ooze into my anus.
"Hmm," I grunt; the water stops gushing in.
"Does it hurt?" Chris asks, concerned.
"No... it actually feels pretty good right now. How much water's left?"
"It's almost all the way in. Hold on..."
I feel my ass getting fuller as Chris squeezes the last of the water in the douche into my hole. At this point, that bursting feeling emerges, like my ass has some sort of cramp.
"Chris... slowly pull out the tip and refill it with water," I grimace.
He slowly wiggles the toy and I clench my sphincter muscle tight to keep the water in. Chris turns around to refill the water. Unable to hold the water in anymore, I groan and release my grip. I feel the water burst out with some of it flowing pass my dangling balls.
"Eww... the water's brown and has some chunks in it," Chris points out.
"And that's why we clean our asses," I tell him. "Now we repeat for about two more times."
"Alright, get ready," Chris warns. I spread my legs and feel the water gush in again.
By the third time, the water coming out is fairly clean without anymore shit showing up. I grab the spray and wash off my groin area.
"Alright Chris, it's your turn," I grin at him.
"Ok... don't say anything about the shit comes out though."
"I'll try, but no promises," I tell him as I fill up the douche with water. "Alrighty then..." I say as I get behind a doggy positioned Chris. I push in the tip of the douche into his pink pucker and slowly squeeze the water in.
"Mmm..." Chris moans, "you were right Dylan... it does feel nice..."
"Yeah, but you'll start feeling a cramp after a while. Just keep the water in as long as possible. When you can't anymore, relax and let water gush out."
I empty the remaining amounts into his ass and Chris's face starts twisting. After a few more seconds, Chris sighs deeply and the water gushes out of his ass. Just like me, his first time is filled with some rather undelightful brown pieces. I try my best not to make a face, but... yeah...
"That's gross..." I grimace.
"Mhm..." Chris grunts as he squirts the last of the water out.
"Well that wasn't so bad now was it?" I ask.
"Nah... I thought it was gonna hurt."
I fill up the douche again and stick it by Chris's anus. "Ready?"
"Yeah."
The fourth time was better than last three; the only thing that came out was water. I bring the hose over and wash away the smelly stuff away. Once the area's clean, I bend down and give Chris's bubble butt each a wet kiss.
"Oh... someone's gotta boner," I sing as I grab his steel prick.
"Uh..." Chris grunts, "Dylan... if you keep that up... I'm gonna cum..."
I reluctantly let go of his sausage and stand up; Chris flips over and lifts himself up too. I grab the shampoo and quickly clean us up. I finish cleaning Chris up first and tell him to sneak back into my room without anyone noticing.
He leaves and I lean against the wall, pondering on my life. Just a brief note, I rarely do this, but whenever I do, expect me to think for a long time. What did I do to deserve Chris in my life? How did I get so lucky? All that good stuff.
My trail of thought wanders from Chris to what's happened so far, particularly our little mishap. I wonder what Brandy's got up her sleeves. What did she mean by war? She can't use the gay card since I've knocked out that possibility.
What about Matt and Caleb? Are they doing well together? Gah I shouldn't be thinking about stuff like this! They're a happy couple, and nothing else. I should be concentrating on the threats in front of me.
I sigh deeply, not wanting my brain to explode from any more of this thinking. I want a simpler life without trouble... one without all these conflicts and an annoying Brandy pestering me. I shake away the thoughts and quickly scrub myself down. I turn off the water and dry myself up. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I head out the bathroom.
I enter the room and see a naked Chris writing on something at my table. I guess he didn't see me as he ponders for a little on what to write next. I snicker silently and sneak up behind him. I peek over and see that he's writing in his diary. Being as quiet as possible I swiftly cover his eyes up and lean up to his ears.
"Peek-a-boo," I whisper. He jumps a little and fumbles to close his book. "Don't worry Chris, I didn't look at what you wrote."
I remove my hands and Chris quickly closes up his diary. "How do I know you didn't look at it?"
"Because I made a promise to a friend a while back that I wouldn't peek in his diary until he allowed it," I state. "And have I ever broken a promise to you before?"
"...No..." Chris pouts, "Sorry I doubted you Dylan... it's just..."
"You're not ready yet. I know Chris... I know..." I finish for him. "Now about you being naked..."
He blushes and walks over to his bag of clothes. "I wanted to air dry a little," he says in defense.
"Sure it was..." I reply sarcastically, "Or maybe... you just wanted me to see you in the nude."
"Nmm, nah," Chris waves aside, "I have many ways of getting you in bed with me."
I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Mhm," he grunts as he puts on a pair of boxers.
I drop my towel to the ground and open my closet. Chris and I quickly put on a fresh set of clothes and settle down on my bed with Chris draping his arm and leg over me.
"What took you so long in the shower?" he mutters as he's getting comfy.
"I was just thinking about some stuff..." I sigh and pat his butt through his checkered cargo shorts.
"Stuff like?" he mumbles while nuzzling my ribs with his nose.
"Stuff like my love life... and conflicts I've created since the start of the school year," I tell more for myself than to him.
He lifts his head. "You mean Brandy, college, and your future in general?"
"Yes my little mind reader," I tease. "How'd you get so good at this?"
"I picked up some stuff from a good teacher," he giggles. "But don't worry about me too much; I'm sure Brandy can't do much with you in the way."
"I hope so Chris... I hope so..." I sulk slightly.
"Here. Maybe this'll make you feel better." He scoots up and gently bites my lower lip.
The move surprises me and I tense up a little. He loosens his grip and suckles on my lip. I half-sigh half-moan as Chris has his way with me. He moves up and presses both his lips on mine. I open my mouth and feel Chris's tongue wriggle in. He licks my teeth, roof, and slaps around with my pink flesh. He removes himself and settles his cheek on my chest.
I heave heavily from the intense kiss and try to down my high. "Whoa... where did you learn that Chris?..."
He looks at me with his beady eyes and smiles. "I told you; I had a good teacher."
I chortle uncontrollably from relaxing too much and wrap my arms around him. "Thanks snuggle bug... for everything."
"No... thank you; I'm still thinking that this is all a dream. But at this point, I don't wanna wake up..."
"Me neither babe... me neither..."
Chris slides to the left slightly and I tilt a bit to the right so that I'm slanting a little. I drape my right arm over and rest my hand on Chris's sexy ass. I slowly pat on it, setting a rhythmic tempo for the two of us to follow. In no time flat, we both drift off to sleep. A nap couldn't hurt... right?
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