Three Simple Words

Again, I am extremely sorry for the delay...my college life got the better of me >.<

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Chapter 7 "Catching Up"

Today is Friday, happy Friday! It's lunch time right now, and Chris is sitting next to me, arguing with Caleb about something stupid. I can care less; I think it's something about a favorite color or something.

Anyways, while they're bickering, quick recap of Tuesday to now. I got home at around 6:30 Tuesday night and told my parents the news about my weekend (minus getting a boyfriend of course!) and the new job Betty offered. Naturally, they encouraged me to try it out. About half an hour later, Mom calls everyone for dinner. Dinner was lively, as always. Dad managed to make fun of each and every one of us. We finished eating and everyone helped do the dishes.

As soon as they were done, I rushed into my room and called Chris. After the first ring, he picks up and we talk about anything and everything. Eventually, the conversation led to me bringing him up-to- date with my promises.

In the end, my mom nagged at me, telling me to end my lovely talk at around 11pm. I told Chris good night, and sent him a "love you" text. I quickly showered and went to bed. I have to say, I already missed him being in bed with me...my arms felt so weird having no real body to hug. Unable to get comfortable, I grabbed my other pillow and hugged that to sleep.

Wednesday and Thursday came and went with nothing exciting happening thank God. Every since that chaotic day on Tuesday, yeah...never again...hopefully. The only strange thing is Brandy not harassing me ever since Tuesday. While a normal guy would be happy about this, I know Brandy better than anyone. She isn't the one who admits defeat easily. She's up to something...I just know it.

Anyways, back to the lunch table. Chris and Caleb are still arguing. I have to say, in about a week's time, Chris's shell has completely dissolved, allowing his true self to emerge, much like a caterpillar metamorphosing into a beautiful butterfly. On the outside, he may seem like an shy and quiet person, but give him some time, and anyone can see just how bright his soul has become.

"Dylan!" Chris whines.

"...Huh? What?" I snap out of my daydreaming and gaze upon my beautiful boy. God he's cute...

"Can you help settle our argument? Please?"

"Hey! That's not fair!" Caleb argues back.

"No it isn't! Dylan's a perfectly fine tiebreaker for this argument!" Chris shoots back at him. And the two start again...Oh god...just let it end already!

"Fine! We'll ask Carrie then!" Chris brings out.

"Oh no, I'm not taking anyone's side," Carrie defends. "Man, the entire school can hear you two."

"Heather?" Caleb asks.

"If it'll stop you two from arguing, I'll gladly do it...But no matter what my answer is, you two have to promise me that you'll stop arguing. Please!" she groans.

"Deal!" the two blurt out.

"Ok...what was the question again?" she asks.

"Which one of us is cuter, me or Caleb?"

"Neither of you are cute," she blatantly states.

"Ooo...right in the hurts man..." Matt says.

Awkward silence. Then, the Chris and Caleb are at it again.

As they're arguing, Heather shouts above them. "HEY SHUT UP!" Awkward silence again at the table. Everyone's eyes grow big. "The two of you promised to stop arguing."

"...Fine..." Caleb looks in the other direction.

"Whatever. I'm still cuter looking." Chris crosses his arms and turns in the other direction.

"So...now that they've stopped arguing...what are you guys doing over the weekend?" Matt asks.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but Carrie and I have a double date with Heather and Joey on Saturday," Bryan states as he gives Carrie a quick peck.

"Yep, then they're probably going shopping with us on Sunday," Heather adds.

"Oh come on baby, do we have to?..." Joey whines.

"Of course we do. Carrie and I need to shop for a dress. Homecoming is just around the corner," Heather sings out.

"Homecoming isn't for another two months!" Matt bellows.

"Never too early to stop," Carrie giggles. Joey and Bryan groan at their ruined weekend.

"Oh cheer up guys, at least you two can catch up," Carrie adds.

"I guess..." Joey says, depressed.

"Anywho, what about you Dylan?" Matt interrogates me.

"I've gotta baby-sit this little rascal over the weekend," I said as I scuff Chris's hair.

"Hey!" Chris protests, "Stop messing with my hair! And I'm not a rascal!"

"Of course you are silly, and I'm always going to mess with your hair," I joke at him as I scuff his hair again, which he protests to regardless. "So yeah," I said back to Matt, "That's what we're doing this weekend."

"What about you Caleb? You got anything interesting going on?" Matt asks.

"Um...not that I know of. Why?" he responds.

"Wanna hang this weekend then? I need a break from all this AP load..."

"That's what you get for taking every possible AP being offered," I strike upon Matt.

"Well some of us want to learn something," he argues back. I stick my tongue at him. He speaks back to Caleb, "So how 'bout it?"

"Um..." Caleb ventures his glance in my direction. He leans over. "Can I talk to you Dylan..." He looks at Matt. "...In private?...Just for a minute or two."

"Sure, let's talk by that tree," I suggest. Caleb and I stand up and head towards the point I pointed at. I notice Chris's eyes staring at us.

"So, what's on your mind?" I ask, but I already know what he wants.

He looks down and shoves his hands in his pockets. He sees a cement rubble by his feet; he kicks it aside.

He looks up. "Dylan...I kinda want to tell Matt about my feelings this weekend..."

Bingo. "But..." I start for him.

"...But...I kinda want you there with me for support...you know, incase it doesn't work out. I know I'm asking for a lot though." His gaze falls to the ground again.

"Hey...cheer up buddy," I encourage, "Of course I'll be there for you."

Caleb's eyes shine like a diamond at my response. "Thanks Dylan...You're a good friend to have..."

"Mhm...but! I'm leaving out the room when you confess to him okay? I don't want to be peer pressure Matt in any way."

"Deal." I scuff his hair. I sneak a peek at Chris; I sense jealously in his eyes. Wait 'til I confront him about this! We walk back to the table.

As we're sitting down, Chris gives me his questioning look. I smile and wink back at him. He does a subtle nod, understanding that I'll explain later. Matt breaks the silence and asks, "What was that about?"

"Oh nothing," Caleb returns, "And yes, we can hang this weekend. How does my place sound?"

"Sure. Saturday?" Matt replies.

"Works for me."

After Caleb's words, every takes in a deep sigh to release some tension. It's only been a week, and everyone's already stressed out. For us seniors, applications are coming out soon. Guess what that means...that's right, essays, essays, and more essays! NOT FUN!

"So...everyone's thinking about our future huh?..." Carrie breaks the silence.

The general crowd responds with, "Mhm...yeah...kinda..." or something along the lines of that.

"Well...I'm sure everyone here will have a successful future," Carrie states.

"I hope so..." Joey states sadly. "What are we gonna do after the six of you leave?" (quick side note, that's me, Bryan, Joey, Matt, Carrie, and Heather).

"You guys will manage somehow," I said. "I mean Chris will help Caleb after I leave, right Chris?"

"Mhm, granted he'll actually listens for once," Chris teases.

"Hey!" Caleb interjects.

"Anyways..." I interrupt him, "the three of you'll survive. Trust me on this. Friendship is a powerful thing."

Bryan continues, "And besides, if anything, you guys can come visit us in college. It's not like we're going to disappear on you."

"Yeah...I guess..." Joey agrees, "but school's going to be so boring and quiet without you guys next year..."

"Well then, we better go out with a bang then!" Carrie shouts.

"Yeah!" Heather agrees, "To a great and happy last year of high school guys!"

"Yeah!" Everyone raises their hands and cheers since we don't have drinks to cheer with.

After our little pep talk, the bell rings and we disperse into our individual cells. Chris and I pick up our backpacks and head towards our next class.

Once my friends-particularly Matt- are out of earshot, I tell Chris, "We're going to Caleb's house tomorrow."

"Why?" Chris asks as we continue walking.

"Because, he's going to confront Matt, and he asked me for support."

"Oh..." he looks slightly sad.

"Why the long face?"

"Nothing..." he starts. I raise an eyebrow. "It's just...I was hoping to send more time with you this weekend. You know...get to know each other better."

I stop dead in my tracks and give Chris a hug. Like always, I make sure no one's look and pack him on the forehead. I crouch down and tell him gently. "Don't worry, we have all the time in the world for that. Heck, we can start today after class if you want to. But right now, I think we can set aside our personal needs and give Caleb the support he needs, just for half a day."

"...Yeah...I guess we can do that...I mean, if you didn't set aside your lunch for me that day, I would've still been crying my eyes out."

I scuff his hair again and give him a big grin. "Anyways...let's get going. You're going to be late for class!"

Chris gives me one more quick squeeze and we rush to our next classes.

Economics came and went in a flash. I don't even remember what my teacher talked about. I do remember to run out of the door at the first sound of the bell though. I get out and wait in front of Chris's classroom door. He soon emerges and tackle hugs me.

"Save me Dylan! Class was so boring..." he muffles the words out from my chest.

"Don't worry Chris, just one more class. And let go already!" I playfully try to pry myself free. He, of course, refuses to budge. He lifts his legs up and clings onto me like a starfish.

"Carry me to class Dylan..."

"Ugh!..." I dramatically groan, "Fine!...but only because you're extremely cute." I drag my feet slowly to our next class. (Hey, he's heavy ok!)

As I'm walking, I get people staring at Chris's behavior, but I don't give a shit. Let them judge. In fact, be jealous of my boyfriend. Yeah, that's right, just stare and envy at what I have.

Anyways, I manage to carry the two of us to Study hall just as the bell rings. Chris gets off me and opens the door for me.

"Why thank you good sir," I said to Chris with a horrible British accent.

"You're welcome old chap," he replies with an equally bad accent.

After giggling like little girls (hey, we're gay remember), we make way to the back table and plop out asses down. Just as we sit down, Caleb's head pops through the door. He sees us and instantaneously shifts his feet towards us.

"Hey guys."

"Hey," Chris and I return.

"So Caleb, what you got for me?" I ask

"Hmm, just math homework."

"Wow...you can actually finish homework before the weekend," I sarcastically commented.

"Yeah, but that's only if I can finish..."

"Well then, better get started then," I remind him. While he's digging through his backpack for the homework, I turn to Chris, "You have anything to do?"

"Um...I don't think so...lemme think..." He then mumbles to himself, "I finished math... English project is done...no chem, WHAP is due next Friday...study for German test..."

After some deep thinking, he random blurts out, "Nope! I officially have no homework for the weekend!"

"Lucky bastard," Caleb remarks. Chris sticks out his tongue at him.

"Ok Chris," I begin, "sine you have no homework, why don't I start teaching you the gift?"

"Really?" Caleb and Chris say at the same time. They look at each other and laugh.

Trying to settle the two down. "Yes, really." I tell Caleb, "If you need anything, just ask ok? For the most part, I'll be teaching Chris."

"Alright." and with that, he starts writing furiously.

"You ready Chris?"

"I guess." He looks at me with his charming cerulean eyes. I lean on my hand and stare back at him, smiling like a doofus. "So uh...what do we do?" he asks.

"...Huh? What?" I snap out of my daydreaming.

"You were staring at me again weren't you?" Chris whispers.

"Of course I was. You're too cute," I reply. Chris blushes again. Aww, soo cute!!! "Anyways, let's get started. First, I want you to take a real good look of the room. Try to notice every single detail in the room-"

"But that's impossible Dylan," Chris protests.

"...You didn't let me finish..." I pout.

"Aww...can you forgive me?" Chris asks in his cute voice.

"Of course I can," I grin at him, "Anyways, I know it's impossible, so we're going to take one corner at a time. Let's start with the teacher's desk area. Tell me, what do you see?"

"I see..." Chris squints his eyes. "...books, and a computer, and some paper."

"Yes, but specifically, what color are the books or what's the genre? Title? Hardcover or soft- cover? You have to go beyond what you just glance at and actually have to look at the fine details."

"This is hard..." Chris already says.

"I know...no one said it was easy...but at least try," I encourage him. "If you still don't get it, that's fine. I'll still love you the same, if not more."

"Aww, that's sweet," Caleb says.

"Don't you have work to do?" I ask.

"I do, but I have a question," he grins at me. He puts the paper in front of me and points at a problem. "What do I do here?"

"Show that...blah blah blah...then do..." I mumble quickly to myself as I read the directions. "Ah! Ok, first you distribute this number into x and y, then subtract the 2x over to the other side, then divide the entire thing by 4."

"Ok...then I graph it on the thing next to it right?" Caleb asks.

"Yep."

"Thanks Dylan."

"Sure no problem." I turn back to Chris. "So, can you tell me what the details of the books on the table?"

"Um...two of them are red, one's blue. I think the blue one's a textbook, while the red ones are part of a series."

"Good, now what about the computer?"

Chris looks at the place again. "It's a...Macintosh. I can't tell what year model it is though..."

"That's fine. Now, I want you to look around, try to notice the tiny details and changes in this room. For example, that kid in the other corner just picked his nose."

"Eww..." Chris gags out.

"I know right," I smile at him. "Anyways, if you see anything interesting, tell me. I'll be looking too, so I don't miss out on anything."

"Ok!" Chris gives me a great grin and starts peeping at every nook and cranny.

All in all, Chris actually did a decent job. He noticed a bunch of things other people wouldn't usually care about, like a butterfly floating by the windows or some girls whispering to each other. But...he didn't want to continue because he complained about how it hurts his eyes too much. There goes another potential learner...Oh well, at least he's still my lover!

Now back to the story. The bell rings, and the three of us rush out the door. After saying goodbye to Caleb, Chris and I head to my car.

"You told your mom that I'm taking you home today right?" I ask Chris as we're walking to the parking lot.

"Yeah...she's the one who reminded me," he says, feeling rather embarrassed about forgetting.

"Well, here we are," I announce as we walk towards my old vehicle. I unlock it and open the door for Chris.

"I'll never get used to having you as a boyfriend Dylan..." he says out of nowhere as he shoves his stuff in.

Surprised at his question, I ask, "Why's that?"

He finishes shoving his backpack and scoots into the passenger seat. "Because, you're the first person that's ever been so nice to me...like holding the door for me or spending time with me..."

I lean in and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Well, that's what boyfriends are for right?"

"I guess...I just never thought I'd get someone as special at you."

"Aww...I'm flattered Chris. For that, you get another kiss." I lean in and kiss him again. I stand back up, close his door, and quickly run to the other side and get into my seat.

"Did you miss me?" I said as I buckle my seatbelt.

"That was the worst two seconds of my life!" Chris exasperates jokingly.

"Well then, to the weekend I was looking forward to!" I start the engine and pull out onto the road.

I'll skip the boring part of me driving. I mean, come on, do you really want to listen to our stupid conversations Chris and I had in the car? Yes? Wow...stalker much? Fine. Long story short, we talked about Chris's adjustments to his mother being home. He says it's weird and that he needs to get used to it. Other than that, he's perfectly happy about spending time with him mom. Now that you know, stop bugging me for all the little details...sheesh...

I park my car into the driveway and shut off the sputtering engine. Chris grabs our backpacks, I grab my duffle bag full of clothes, and we head inside.

"I'm home!" Chris shouts through the house.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Betty shouts back. (still not used to calling her by her first name...)

We set our backpacks by the stairs and race each other into the kitchen. Of course I win since I have the advantage of slightly longer legs. I sit down on one of the stools with Chris joining in soon after.

We both start giggling like crazy.

"Boys these days..." Betty sighs.

"Sorry Mom...I'm just so happy that Dylan's here."

"Mhm yeah, just try not to get too frisky as soon as you enter your room," Betty remarks.

Chris blushes profoundly at his mother's comment. An awkward tension evokes from the kitchen area.

I bust up laughing to break the silent. Chris gives me a dirty look and whines to his mom, "Moooommm!!! Not in front of Dylan!"

"I never knew you guys were like this," I choke out in between laughs.

"A mom has to poke fun every once in a while," Betty replies cockily. "Anyways...Dylan, I have a favor to ask. Well...not really a favor, more of a proposition."

I stop laughing, "I'm listening."

"Well..." She begins, "As we all know, you'll probably be sleeping with Chris more often than not, and I think that tiny bed is no good for a full grown man with a fast-growing boy."

I nod my head, understanding the dilemma. "I see your point. So...what do you suggest?"

"What I suggest is to switch Chris's smaller bed with the queen sized bed in the guest bedroom."

"Hmm..." I go deep into thought for a few seconds. "Can it fit?"

"We'll make it fit," Betty replies, "and if not, we can always move Chris's stuff into that room."

"Can we not?...That room gets no sunlight," Chris intervenes.

"We'll see." I scuff his hair.

"Hey! I told you to stop it," Chris protests.

"Oh stop nagging. You know you like it," his mom says. Chris blushes at her comment again while Betty and I chuckle at him.

"Anyways, let's try. Come on Chris!" I said as I rush towards the stairs with Chris following close behind.

"Be careful you two!" Betty yells in the distance.

We reach the second floor and rush into the guest bedroom. I look at the bed and start calculating what we need to move in order to fit this ginormous mattress into Chris's room.

"Whatcha thinking 'bout Dylan?"

"Hmm..." I fold my arms and rub my chin. "do you like the layout of your room Chris?"

"Kinda. Why?"

"I'm thinking about what to move in your room to get this huge bed in..."

"Oh...well you can move my stuff around. It's not like I have to have it that exact way."

"Well...in that case..." I then mumble to myself about what to move around. I stare blankly into the horizon and wiggle my finger around, visualizing every piece of furniture in Chris's room being tossed around in my head.

"Aha! I've got it!" I shout out. "Come on Chris, we need to move your bed out of the way first."

"Ok," he replies back.

We enter back into Chris's sanction and move his scattered things aside. Feeling satisfied with the walkway we've created, we remove the coverings and sheets off of his bed and tilt the now naked mattress sideways. After a few tugs and twists, we managed to pull the mattress out of Chris's room. Then, we repeated the painful process with the bed frame. Only this time, we had to lift if off the ground so that the wood didn't scratch the floorboards.

"Phew that was hard..." Chris comments as he wipes his forehead.

"Yeah...now go get the vacuum. We're gonna need to move everything around. Might as well thoroughly clean your room for once."

"I'm not that dirty..." Chris states.

"Who said anything about me not liking you dirty?" I flirt back.

"Nasty boy..." Chris mumbles.

"I heard that!"

He giggles and runs downstairs for the vacuum. While he's doing that, I start pulling everything else out too. His room didn't have a lot, just a computer desk, desk chair, bed drawer, shelf, a beanbag, and a T.V stand with the works. I manage to pull out half of the stuff before Chris returns with the vacuum. Woo is the place dusty...I think my lungs are filled with particles now.

"Whoa, you work fast," Chris realizes as he walks in.

"Of course, why do think I'm so smart," I said as I pull out his second shelf.

"Here's the vacuum you wanted. I also brought a broom just in case." He sets the broom and pan aside while plugging in the vacuum.

I set down the shelf and walk back into the room. "You can start vacuuming that area since I've already pulled everything out. As soon as I pull out your T.V., computer table, and that bed drawer, you can vacuum that area."

"Ok...Dylan...thanks by the way, for helping me clean up my room, or our room in this case," He blushes at the last part.

"It's not a problem Chris." I mess up his hair again and kiss him on the cheek. "Now start sucking up all that dust."

"Right-o!" and he presses the ON button.

As he's removing the pesky particles, I lug out the remaining pieces of furniture. As soon as I pull out the computer desk, I shout over the vacuum's noise, "I'll be right back Chris!"

"Ok!" he screams back.

I head back downstairs and see Betty in the living room, watching some T.V.

"How's everything going Dylan?" Betty asks.

"Fine...you wouldn't happen to have a mop of some sort would you? And also a wet rag I use to wipe off all the grime Chris's furniture's been accommodating?"

She stands up. "Of course we do. Go inside the kitchen and look under the drawers for a rag. I'll go get you that mop."

"Thanks," I reply. I walk into the kitchen and dig in the lower drawers. I find two large cloth rags in the back corner and pull them out. Just as I stand up, I see Betty coming into the kitchen with a Swifter Wet Jet and a packet of moist cleaning cloth.

"Will this do?" she asks me.

"Perfect...thanks." I grab the two items along with my two and head back upstairs.

Once I arrive, Chris has already finished vacuuming and removing all the grime out of his room. There's absolutely nothing in the room except the flooring.

"Wow...it's so clean..." I comment in amazement.

"Yeah...I even vacuumed the curtains, but I'm thinking of getting rid of them..."

"Yeah, you should; they keep blocking the sunlight huh?"

"Mhm," he grunts in agreement.

"Here," I throw at him the rags, "Go clean the grime off of the shelves and stuff. I'll mopping up the floor."

"Ok." He runs off to the bathroom to wet the rags. I pull out a wet wipe from the bag and clip it onto the Swifter and start attracting the remaining stubborn dust and grime the vacuum couldn't grab.

After a total of ninety, grueling minutes, we've managed to clean every nook and cranny Chris's room had to offer and placed everything back in a new arrangement. The only thing left is to set the mattress on the bed frame and we're home free!

Chris and I grab the mattress and lug it inside of his room. In one swift motion, we both toss it onto the frame and make some quick adjustments to make it fit. Chris grabs the new covers and wraps it around the mattress. After he finishes that, I throw the blanket onto the bed and take a step back to look at the room. Chris throws the two pillows onto the bed and joins by my side.

A whistle escapes from my mouth as I admire what we've accomplished. His room looks so much cleaner, brighter, and more spacious. Even though he obtained a bigger bed, I've managed to rearrange his stuff around to give his room the illusion of having more room.

If you walk into his room from the lower right corner, the left corner closest to you contains his bed compartment. His bed drawer is sandwiched between the sliding closet door and his bed by the corner, giving it a small walkway. To the bed's right is another bed drawer that we grabbed from the other room. It's not like anyone's using it. On top of each mini-desk is a lamp. The one being squished has the alarm clock on it while the other one holds the wonderful tissue box.

The corner to the right of the bed is where I put the beanbag since the window's right above it. Next to it is the small shelve, holding all his books and school supplies.

Leaving a little gap for his backpack and other miscellaneous items, the corner right in front of us holds his desk. I've managed to hook his computer back up and clean up his wires a bit.

And finally, his T.V. is now right across from the bed so we can just plop on the bed and watch something if we ever need to.

"...I like it," Chris says, "the layout I mean. So much better than what it was beforehand."

"I like it too, well I kinda have to...why else would I put it in this order?"

Chris turns around to hug me, "Thanks again Dylan...I think you deserve an award for helping me to much."

"Oh? And what might that reward be?" I feel something in my pants springing to life.

"I'll give you a hint, it involves me exploring a new world," he giggles out.

"Hmm...we'll see who's doing the exploring Christopher," I challenge back.

I grab the bottom of this shirt and yank it over his head before he could react. As soon as it leaves his body, I toss it aside and squeeze both his nipples. A soft moan escapes from his mouth. I lean forward and kiss him fully on the lips while my arms reach around and stroke his smooth, tight back.

"God I've missed doing that..." I breathe out.

"Hmm...I love the way your hands touch me...it's so velvety and firm..." He doesn't get to finish his sentence as I kiss him on the lips again.

We stumble closer to the bed and I fidget with his jeans. After a few tries, I unbuckle the button and zipper and pull them down as far as my hands can reach. I gently push him onto the bed; he lifts his feet up into the air as he falls. I grab them before they drop and yank off his pants and boxers and throw them to where his shirt laid.

Resting his legs on my shoulders, I unbutton my pants and let everything drop, exposing my hard cock to the world. Returning back to Chris, I pull off his ankle socks and gently rest his feet back down in a spread position. I simultaneously shrug off my shirt and step out of my pants. I quickly bend down to remove and socks and toss all my clothing aside to the ever growing pile.

Having no care in the world, I fall on top of Chris, invading his body with my hands as I make out with him. While I'm kissing him roughly and passionately, my hands grab anything they can get a hold of. I really don't understand why people do this, but hell it sure felt erotic and sexy. At one point, my right hand finds its way up to Chris's blonde, silky hair. It ventures up the neck and eventually buries itself inside the amber mosh pit.

I gently stroke the back of his head, occasionally tugging at his hair. Chris would stifle out his sexy moan through our kiss every time I do this. After about ten minutes of exploration, I stop making out with him and pin him onto the bed. I grab each of his wrists, put them next to his head, and stare into his deep, blue, and beautiful eyes of his.

"Wanna try something new?" I ask him.

"What is it?" he questions back.

I give him a devilish smile, "The sixty-nine position."

"Ohh...that sounds naughty. What do we do?"

I give him a quick kiss. "It's very naughty indeed. But first...you look so delicious Chris... Can I eat you up?"

Chris looks at me with his crystal blue eyes, "How can you eat me?"

I smirk at him. "Like this." I let go of his hands and crouch down to attack his nipples. I swirl my tongue around the left delicate point first, suckling it gently with my teeth and tongue.

In mere moments, the nub swells and starts pulsing with each passing lick. Chris is in heaven right now with the treatment I'm giving him. His breathing's deep and shuddering, with the soft sexy moans he lets out occasionally.

I move to the other side and give his right tip the equal amount of attention. Within the first few lashes of my tongue, the bud tightens and throbs, radiating heat from the source. After a couple more flicks, I move back to his sternum and lap down to his belly button. I flick that area too. Chris writhes from the sensitivity. I kiss his cute belly button and scoot back up to give his lips another kiss.

"Ok Chris, do you want to be on top of me or below me?"

"Umm, on top I guess. I don't even know what we're suppose to be doing."

"Just trust me. Now lemme lie down." Chris gets off and I take his spot. He then proceeds to lie on top of me, but I stop him. "Wait Chris, turn your body 180 degrees."

He lies down the other way, "You mean like this?"

"Yeah, now you suck me off, and I suck you off at the same time. This is the 69 position."

"Ohhhh...kinda like how the 6 and 9 are facing each other," he realizes.

"Bingo, now start sucking, I'm horny," I command him. He happily obliges and gulfs down my cock whole.

"Hmm...Your mouth is amazing Chris...so hot..." I sigh out.

"Mhm," he grunts out with my uncut manhood deep down his throat.

I didn't want him to be left out, so I gently massage his straining member with my delicate fingers. After playing around with it for a bit, I shove it down my awaiting mouth. I rest my hands on his firm ass and Chris immediately starts humping my face. While he's humping, I bob my head up and down. Soon, we get a rhythm going.

I don't know how to describe the feeling exactly. It feels great getting sucked by my lover, but I couldn't relax completely and enjoy the pleasure since I have suck him off too. Don't know why, but it's a major turn on. I knew that the both of us wouldn't last long.

Sure enough, Chris starts bucking his pelvis faster and harder, while at the same time, sucking on my shaft quicker and more rigid-like. We both stifle out a moan, and I start jamming my hips closer to his face. I start squirming around, trying to make the sensation last. But, the thought of me sucking off Chris at the same time drives me other the edge. I buck my hips forward one final time and accept the glorious waves of splendor. My dick spills its hot seed deep down Chris's throat six times.

During my third release, Chris forces a moan out and rams his cock deep down my throat and dumps his baby-batter in my drain. Four shots I count as I gobble down his savory seed and feel his weight come crashing down on me. He opens his mouth and exposes my dick to the open air. After pumping his chest with some oxygen, he uses his remaining energy to turn his body around so that his face is on top of my chest and slumps down, shuddering in breaths of gasping completion.

"That...was awesome..." Chris gasps out.

"I...know right?" I squeeze out in between breathes.

"Hmm...can we cuddle for just a few more minutes?"

"Of course we can," I grin back. I wrap my arms around him push up to where the pillows are with my legs. Once my head hits the pillows, the two of us let out a big sigh and let out body completely relax.

I close my eyes for five minutes, and Chris here can't seem to lay still. He starts dancing his delicate fingers around my chest and stomach, occasionally rubbing the tips of my nubs in small, circular motions.

"...Dylan?" Chris croaks out as he squeezes my rose buds. "Remember what I said about getting to know each other better?"

"Hmm...you need to understand the meaning of cuddle Chris. You're making me horny again...jeeze!"

He stops playing with my body and hugs me, "Sorry..."

I pull myself up a little. "It's fine, and to answer your questions, what do you want to know?"

He scoots himself up to eye lever and kisses me. "I wan to explore your body more...you know, see what makes you tic and what you like and don't like. But I also want to get to know each other better on an emotional level."

I flash him a grin. "Let's start with the talking since we just blew our load. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure..." he then shifts his body around.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"What position are we suppose to be at in this situation? I feel like sitting down and facing each other seems to awkward but-"

I sit up and give him a squeeze. "Chris...calm down...take a deep breath," he does, "and now lie down with me." I slowly lean back down onto the bed with him on top of me. "There...now just breathe normally...feel better?"

"Yeah...thanks Dylan...I guess I'm just nervous is all..."

"No need to be, just let things happen naturally. No need to push things." I relax my grip on him slightly and rub his back.

"Ok..." he sighs, "So...how do we do this?"

"You're impossible sometimes, you know that?" I remark. "Let's start with, what's your name?"

"...Christopher Tanner..." he whispers out while enjoying his back rub.

I move up to his shoulders and rub them affectionately. "What's your favorite color?" I whisper gently.

"Hmm...blue..." he croaks out.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I whisper in his ear.

"Mhm..." he moans.

I flip him around and attack his nipples. While my hands invade his quarter-sized buds, I ask him, "So...what do you not like?"

He doesn't answer at first. Instead, he tilts his head back and starts purring like a cat. After a few minutes of enjoying the attention I'm giving him, he mumbles, "...I hate being lonely..."

"Well then...you won't ever be alone since you have me," I said as I venture down to his stomach.

"Thanks Dylan..." he murmurs out, "...for everything..."

"Shh...no more talking..." I breathe into his ear.

I scoot out from under him and lay him on the bed with his stomach up. He whimpers a little, but I kiss him on the lips for his assurance. Once he stopped whimpering, I remove my lips from his and gently spread his legs apart. I kneel in the opening and slowly trace my fingers from his shoulders down to ribs. From there, I glide my palms down the side of his hips and stop at his lean stomach. I spread my fingers onto his abdomen and daintily dance around the area. I peek down at his groin. Sure enough, he's sporting a semi again.

"You didn't jack off during the past two days did you Chris?"

"Maybe..." he toys as he folds his hands behind his head, exposing his entire sexy body for my eyes to admire. "I wanted to save it all for you."

"I see...think we can have another round?"

"Sure, but umm..." he trails off.

"Remember what I said about asking questions Chris?"

"Yeah I know...it's just my request is embarrassing...I want you to um...make love to my penis?" He states more as a question than an answer.

"That can be arranged, my romantic buddy," I smile and scuff his hair.

He scoots my hand away. "But I also want...your finger in me again," he rapidly speaks the last part and blushes.

"Did I ever mention how cute you look when you're embarrassed?" I ask as I lean forward to give him a kiss.

"I'm not cute..."

"Oh to me, you're the cutest angel I've ever laid my eyes upon."

"If you say so..."

I wrap my arm around his shoulder. "Come on Chris...you need to learn to love that sexy body of yours. Remember, you make all the guys jealous of your looks and you make all the girls envious by stealing me away."

"Hm," he grunts.

"Now about that fingering..." I remind him, "If you want it, lay down and lift your legs up high."

Chris's eyes brighten up and immediately fulfills my request. Not wanting his legs to cramp up, I quickly grab hold of them and spread them apart. I quickly jam my middle finger into my mouth and coat it with as much saliva as possible.

Feeling that it's slick enough, I reposition my hand to his plump cherry and slowly push in. As my finger's invading his tight love tunnel, Chris begins moaning like crazy.

"Hmm...Dylan, this feels amazing..."

"Just trying to please my lover."

Once my finger's all the way in, I carefully lower Chris's legs back onto the bed. Once they land, he immediately spreads them.

"You just can't wait for me to suck you off huh?" I tease as I slowly start finger fucking him

"Hmm...I can't help it...I've been wanting you since the second you left on Tuesday..." he grunts in defense.

"Well, I guess we've got some catching up to do then." As soon as I finish the sentence, I plunge down and engulf his extremely hard shaft for the second time today. I begin slurping menacingly up and down his throbbing shaft. As I'm making love to his beautiful penis, I push another finger into his tight pucker. As a result, Chris squirms like a slug due to the intensity. After getting both fingers snuggly in, I gently scratch upwards to where his prostate is. Chris inhales sharply and bucks his hips up, forcing his cock deep down my throat.

"Ssss! Dylan! Oh my god!...Uh!...Uh!...ooo...suck me harder! Phm!" He tangles his hand in my hair and pushes my head down.

Using my left hand, I try my best to pin down his hips from coming up again and start sucking him faster and harder. Every time I go back up, I'd give his red mushroom tip a quick swipe with my tongue. At the same time, I pump my fingers through his anus at a faster pace. Occasionally, my finger would venture up to his G-spot and give the area a little push.

"Oh! Dylan...Oh yeah...suck me...suck me! OH!...SUCK ME HARDER!..." he screams, "I'M GONNA CUM! Agh!" His hips break free from my grasp and he pushes them forward, hard. As soon as his head hits the back of my throat, he splurges his hot, creamy fillings down my throat.

Being used to his intense shots, I immediately rely on second nature to not gag. I relax my jaws, open my throat, and gulp down every last drop of cum like it was nothing.

"Mmm...ha...ha..." Chris pants as his body just drops back onto bed, completely exhausted. I carefully remove my fingers from his pink pucker, but continue sucking on his shaft for that last drop.

His body shudders and that last bit oozes out. Man I love it when that happens. It's so sexy and erotic. Anyways, I happily gulp down that drop of golden nectar and suck up my saliva, leaving his semi with a popping sound.

I smack my lips, trying to swallow the lingering cum that were too stubborn to go down. With a gulping sound, I lean over to Chris and give him his traditional cum kiss.

"Mmm..."

"Enjoy the attention I gave you?" I taunt.

"Mhm..." he sighs back. "Hug me Dylan...please."

I drop my body on top of his with a "oof" and squeeze my arms between the bed and his small frame. I squirm through his back and eventually find the other opening. Clutching my hands under his armpits, we both sigh and close our eyes. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and boy musk. I think you can even see some fog in the room from the heat we're producing.

But you know what, no fucks shall be given. I have my loving boyfriend under me, and we're both completely satisfied with this. You know...just having your other half next to you and knowing that nothing can stop our love for each other. Well...almost nothing...

"Chris? Dylan?" I hear a voice call from the hallway. Both of our eyes shoot wide open with a sense of fear in the atmosphere. Thinking quick on my feet, I lift Chris up, pull the blanket free from our bodies, and cover our exposed bodies up. Just as I pull the covers up, Betty walks in.

"Oh, there you are-"

"Hi mom," Chris grins.

"Hi Betty."

She sniffs around and looks at the room, "What is that smell?" She walks over to the window and opens it completely. Turning around, she notices the scattered clothes hidden beside the bed. Her eyes grow a little wide and she looks over at us. She catches a glimpse of our naked shoulder and it clicks in her brain.

"Well, I just wanted to see how the room turned out...Good work you two." She looks around and briskly walks out the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Do you think she knows?" Chris whispers after a few minutes of silence.

"Of course she does you doofus," I giggle, "It doesn't take an idiot to piece together the clues we left around."

"That must've been awkward for her." Chris joins in on the giggling.

"You have no idea...could've been worse though."

"How?"

I grin at him. "She could've walked in on us when you were screaming me to suck harder."

Chris's face turn bright red. "Oh my god! Don't make me think that!"

I laugh at his reaction and scuff his hair. "I think we need a shower. Wanna help me wash my back?"

"Have I ever rejected an offer?"

I flip the blanket aside and we hop off the bed. I open a crack and peeps out the door. Not seeing his mother in sight, we make a dash for the bathroom. As soon as Chris enters, I slam the door shut and lock it. I turn to Chris and we both giggle.

Chris walks over to the shower and turns on the water for it to get warm. While he's waiting, I creep up behind him and drape my arms over his shoulders.

"You know that I love you right?" I whisper in his ears and peck him on the cheek.

He falls into my arms and tilts his head up for a kiss. "Yeah I know...love you too."

"I know..." I pull aside the curtains and guide Chris into the shower with me.

While he's being soaked under the lukewarm water, I pull out the shampoo, body wash, and conditioner. I uncap the bottle and squeeze out a nickel-sized droplet of shampoo onto my palm and set the bottle down on the tub floor.

"Ready Chris?"

"Mhm." He step out of the stream of water.

We switch spots so that I'm under the water now and we scoot down to our knees. I spread the bubbly liquid somewhat evenly throughout my palms and begin lathering up my sexy boy's beautiful strands of hair.

Even though his hair's probably cleaned by now, I still wanted to massage it some more. I don't know why, but I loved washing him; it made me feel special that I'm doing something that no one can do. No one...

But again, good things must always end. I scoop up the excess bubbles from his sterilized hair and flick them aside. I pull Chris up from under his armpits and guide to the water. As he's rinsing the suds off, I bend over and grab the body wash. This time though, I splurge out a healthy glop of strawberry-scented goo.

Making sure all the suds are off, I guide Chris out from under the hose. Again, I spread the body wash evenly around my palms and begin lathering up my smoking hot partner. I first quickly pat his shoulders, stomach, back, and thighs so that the soap spreads around more evenly. I then guide my hands back to his neck and stroke the area tenderly.

I wrap my hands around his neck and shuffle them back and forth to get rid of the grime. I then glide my hands down to his shoulders and give them a quick rub. Resting my hands on his triceps, I scrunch up his shoulder blades in circular motions to get rid of the knots. Chris starts cooing and purring at my touch. So sexy!

After removing all his built up stress in his shoulder and neck, I glide my palms down the back of his lungs and settle them right above his bubble butt. I cup my fingers around his waist and lightly brush against his side.

At the third upstroke, I let go of his armpits and reposition my hands to his arms; I give this toothpick arms a quick scrub and then I lean forward so that out bodies are touching. I reach down and give his cheeks some affectionate squeezes and I let my fingers dance out the ball room. As I'm washing his tushy, Chris leans back and rests his head on my chest with his eyes closed, purring like a cat.

I quickly roam into his crack and lather that area up before he could get too excited. Finishing his back, I drape my arms over his shoulder and begin scrubbing down his lean stomach and chest. Every time my hands glissade up, I'd give his cute little nipples a gentle pinch. He yelps the first time, but then moans a little every time since when my hands comes into contact with them. I give a few extra squeezes, with very sound that he makes being more adorable than the last.

Feeling that his upper half's clean enough, I crouch down and quickly scrub his hairless thighs, well-toned calves, and soft-skinned feet. As soon as his lower part's down, I invade his ball sack, groping it a little to clean it. I then peel back the foreskin and his penis the run down,. Using my eight fingers, I scrub his pubic mound and then push him under the water.

Rinsing off the soap, he emerges from the waterfall, looking a bit pinkish and so much brighter and healthier. I squeeze the conditioner bottle and hastily spread the contents around his hair, armpits, and pubes. I push him under the water again, but this time, I scuff his hair around to remove the hair- strengthening contents.

He steps away from the water and looks up at me. I stare back into his eyes and then give him a kiss. "Just when you couldn't seem to be any cuter, you seem to always prove me wrong," I said as I give him another kiss.

"Anything for my big brother," he flirts. "Anyways, my turn to explore!"

"I'll let you explore my body, but I'm washing my own hair. I think the hot water's going out."

"Aww...you always get the fun part," he pouts.

"Hmm...tell you what, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight, kay?"

"Deal! Now hand me the body wash."

I reach down and grab the body wash and shampoo. I hand the bottle to Chris and I squirt out a droplet of shampoo and start lathering up my hair. Chris wastes no time and begins scrubbing down my body, paying extra care and attention to my sensitive spots.

He finishes lathering me up and I quickly rinse off the slippery substance off my body. I step out and Chris spurts out conditioner onto his palm. I bend down and he quickly spread it around my mosh pit. He then scoops some up and attacks my pubes and balls. While he's doing that, I scoop some up for myself and rub my armpit hair.

Chris finishes playing with my tiny pubes and I set under the water again to rinse off the conditioner. All in all, we finish cleaning me up in about five minutes, something that Chris isn't too happy about. But hey, a deal's a deal.

He shuts off the water and we get out. I grab the towel and throw it over Chris's head. I start rubbing the fabric on his hair and then pull it down to his shoulders. I cursorily pat him dry and take the towel for myself. I repeat the process on my own body and replace the towel back on the rack.

Chris walks over to the door and peers out.

"Anyone in sight?" I ask.

"Nope," he replies.

"Ok, 1...2...3!"

Chris flings open the door and we dash into Chris's room. I enter second and push the door close with my feet. Chris continues sprinting up to his bed and plops on it; I join him soon after.

"Oof!" he forces out.

"Sorry," I mumble back.

"It's fine," he sighs.

I reposition myself to get a better look at him. "So..."

"Yeah...what now?"

I flash him a seemingly innocent smile.

"Ok, what do you want now?" he interrogates.

"What? I can't look at my boyfriend and be smile?"

"You can...but I know that look. You're up to something...naughty I presume."

"Wow...I see how it is...Why do you assume something's going to happen?!" I cry.

"...Now I feel bad..." he sulks, "Sorry Dyl-"

Before he can finish his sentence, I touch his lips with mine. I take full advantage of his surprised state and stick my tongue deep into his hot mouth. I close my eyes and begin licking everywhere my tongue could reach.

Chris resists at first and pushes away. "I knew-" he moans at the end as I lean forward and attack his sweet lips again. "Mmm..."

I grab hold of his back to prevent him from falling over, but I'm also getting wobbly from the kiss. Leaning on my right hand, I drive my body forward, thrusting my lips deeper into my lover's perfect mouth. Unable to withstand the intensity, my arms gives way and the two of us fall onto the bed with our lips never leaving the other. I reposition my one hand around his back and the other behind his head, feeling his damp hair. I grab a handful and gently tug it, feeling its soft, silky texture. Chris responds to the tug and moans in pleasure. He arches his back and clutches his arms around my back tightly, bringing the two of us closer.

Eventually, I leave his lips for oxygen. Gasping for air, I push myself off Chris and onto my back to the right of him.

He rests on his left arm, "I...knew...it..." he wheezes between gasps.

I look at him and grin goofily at him. "So sue me...You know you loved it."

"Just shut up and kiss me," Chris croaks.

"And you call me the naughty one," I giggle.

Chris rolls over and squeezes my hips with his knees. He cups my face with his hands and attacks my mouth his with. I cradle my arms below my head as he's tilting his head left and right. I guess he's trying to find a good position to kiss me, or maybe he's trying to be aggressive for once. Ooo, I like that, an aggressive Chris; that'd be sexy as hell.

But, Chris lets go of my face. "Tsk...I can't do it like you...Can you kiss me instead?"

"Sure kinky boy," I grin at him. He removes his hands off my cheeks and I flip us around. "By the way, I love the aggressive Chris; it makes me wanna do some really naughty things with you."

Before he could speak, I plunge down and begin making out with him just as crazy as the first time. We're moaning and groaning left and right during our second make out session. Instead of just staying in one place, we tossed, turned, and rolled all over the bed.

By random chance, we stopped for air with him on top of me and his legs wrapped around my butt. As my chests lifts up for air, it drags my lower half upward, grinding my private parts against Chris's. Chris stifles a moan and unknowingly squeezes his legs against my butt, causing me to grind at his dick again.

I guess second nature took over and I begin to thrust my hips against Chris's pelvic area. I have to say, humping might seem weird in a 3rd person point of view, but in first person, it feel great! The intensity, the constant rubbing of two penises feels so good! I start getting into it, with each thrust being harder and faster than the last.

"Uh...hmm...Dylan..." Chris pants out. "Uh! Oh! Whatever it is your doing, don't stop! Oh!"

I didn't need him to tell me twice as I push harder and harder. "Gah! Oh my god! Chris! Mmm!" My thrusts can no longer be described as thrusts. Instead, it's more like a vibrator gone wild. You probably can't tell when I'm going up or down anymore. "Hmm! Oh god Chris!" I call out.

Chris doesn't say anything. Instead, he just whimpers from the intense feeling he's getting.

"Fuck!" I swear under my breath., "Nmm! Ah! Mmph! I'M GONNA CUM!" I lose complete control of my body as my balls dump its contents all over Chris's groin area. I guess my orgasm drove Chris over the edge too. I feel his dick pulsating and see his delicious white cream fly in the air and land on his chin, chest, and stomach.

Even though I've finished splurging my baby batter all over Chris's body, my body's still on running mode, or in this case, humping mode. I realize this and force myself to stop since my dick's getting rather sensitive. I really wanted to just lie down on top of Chris, but his body's completely filled with cum. No matter how hot he looked, I didn't want to risk spreading our jizz all over the place. So instead, I do the next best thing and plop down next to him.

"That was intense..." Chris wheezes.

"It was, huh?"

He tilts his head. "Yeah...now can you help me clean up? I can't exactly move you know..."

I sigh, "You just have to make me move don't you...after that intense workout."

"Of course," he beams, "That's what little brothers are for right? To nag at his old brother for help whenever possible."

I lift myself up and shake my head at him. I pull myself on top of him and lick up the mess we created. I first suck up all my cum around his pubes like a vampire. Then, I quickly lap up his stomach, up to chest, and finally, his chin. I have to say, the mixed taste of our cum together had a unique taste. The only downside? It was cold...I prefer the hot, sticky version when Chris shoots it fresh out of his chocking machine. But I guess we can't have everything.

Like always, I share some of the cum with Chris. He gladly accepts my gift as he invades the inside of my mouth as soon as our lips meet. He departs his tongue shortly after licking every part of my mouth. I leave his plump lips and glance up and down his body once more to make sure I didn't leave out a spot. Seeing nothing but his sexy, naked body, I plop my body on top of his.

"I love you Chris," I mumble.

"I love you too..."

An angel passes before Chris speaks.

"..Dylan?"

"...Hmm?" I groan back.

"Remember when you taught me about sex?"

I shift my weight and position my face in front of his, staring at his beautiful sea-blue eyes. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Remember what you said about fucking?"

"Yeah..." I said as I try to recall that event. "I think I told you what to do. Why do you ask?"

He pulls himself up and leans on his arms. "Why haven't we done it yet?"

Chuckling, I follow up his chest and give him a kiss on the lips. "Because I want that moment to be special for the both of us. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. 'cause you know... once we do it, there's no turning back."

"But then, when are we going to do it?"

I give him kiss on the forehead this time. "Whenever you're ready?" I whisper in his ear.

"But then...when will I know that I'm ready?"

I wrap my arms around him and drag him back down to the bed. I rest my head on his chest and circle my fingers around one of his coin sized nipples. I give it a peck with my lips and whisper, "...You just know when you're ready... it's like the moment when you have an epiphany ."

Chris sighs heavily. "Ok...what should I be feeling for?"

"Hmm...I guess when you feel absolutely safe with me doing anything to you."

"...What do you mean?"

"Ok..." I get off him, turn him to his side, and spoon his small body with mine. "Let's put it this way. What is your most precious thing in the world, other than me."

"Darn...I was just about to say...Um...let's see...I guess a diary?"

"You have a diary?" I ask.

"Shh!" Chris shushes as he covers my mouth. "Don't tell anyone!"

I push his hands away and do the zip-my-lips motion. "Ok, so the moment you trust me absolutely with your diary is the equivalent to me fucking you."

"Oh...that makes sense...sort of..."

I pat his stomach and kiss him on the cheek. "You have a diary? Really?"

"Why don't you just tell the whole world now?" Chris says.

"Oh I just might...unless of course, you let me see it," I slyly say back.

"Psh, you'll have to find it first." Chris gives me a smug look.

I leave the bed and walk towards the closet. "Oh, you think that you're so smart...thinking that I won't find it..." I slide open his closet door and jump into the far corner. After rummaging through his stacks of clothes, I pull out a book and wave it at him. "Oh my, what is this?"

Chris's eyes open wide immediately. He jumps out of his bed and swipes the book away from my hands. "How did you know?"

I bust up laughing and disarray his hair. "I'm a mind reader remember?"

"No really...how?"

"What? A guy can't be curious one day and accidentally stumble upon this wonderful book?"

He looks at me, then at his book "...I doubt it..."

I sigh, "If you really must know...it's the obvious place I'd hide it. I mean, it's either that place, behind the bed, or inside one of the lamp drawers."

Chris puffs his cheeks and pouts. "Did you read it?"

"Of course not...I respect privacy, unlike someone," I said as I poke his ribs. "Anyways, you can put it back in there, I won't read it until you let me."

He tries to act mad at me. "Hm!" he grunts as he walks towards the closet and shoves the book back underneath his clothes. After doing so, he turns around and pounces me. "...I can't stay mad at you..."

I gently stroke his back in response. "I think now's be a good time to get up don't you think?"

"Yeah I guess...what time is it?" he mumbles.

I glance over at his alarm clock. "Um...it's 6:40."

"Wanna go down and see what's happening?" he asks.

"Sure."

Chris gets off me and walks to his closet. He pulls out a brown T-shirt and dark-blue basketball shorts and slips them on.

"Chris, I have a dilemma; my clothes are downstairs."

"Not to fear! Chris'll save the day!" he beams as he runs out the door to get my bag. I shake my head and stifle a giggle.

In about a minute, Chris runs back with my duffle bag. He sets it down next to me and pulls out a white undershirt and black basketball shorts for me. I slip them on and give his balls a quick squeeze. The move catches by surprise and he yelps from the touch.

"Feeling naughty are we?" I giggle at him.

"I learn from the best," he grins back. I tussle his hair again and we head out his room and downstairs to the kitchen in search of food.

"Hey boys, dinner will be ready very soon!" Betty announced as we walk down the stairs. "Hope you don't mind, but I made stir fry with Teriyaki sauce."

"That's fine," I reply back as I take a seat by the countertop. Chris comes up behind and sits down next to me.

"So...anything planned for tomorrow?" Betty asks.

"Yeah!" Chris pipes, "We're going to Caleb's house tomorrow to hang out."

"That's nice to hear," Betty acknowledges. She turns off the stove, exhaust fan, and puts the contents in the pan onto three plates. She brings the three plates on the countertop table and places three forks next to each. "Enjoy."

Chris and I pick up our forks and dig into the plate.

"Slow down Chris! You're going to choke!" Betty scolds.

"But Mom...I'm hungry!" Chris says with a mouth full.

Feeling conscience about what Betty said, I slow down my eating and actually spend some time to enjoy the meal.

We end up finishing dinner in about thirty minutes. Chris let's out a burp. His mom gives him a dirty look.

"Excuse me," he states, but busts up giggling like a little girl.

Betty just roles her eyes. "Boy's these days..."

"Anyways, thanks for the dinner Mom. If you need anything, Dylan and I'll be upstairs playing something."

"Actually..." I intervene, "can you go set up the game Chris? I wanna talk to your mom about something."

"About what?" he asks.

"About why your penis is so small," I tease; Betty eyes at me.

"Not in front of my mom!" Chris whines.

I laugh at his reaction and kiss him on the forehead. "I'll be there in five minutes okay?"

"Fine...but you promised!" And with that, he rushes upstairs.

I turn back around and face Betty. I wait a few minutes just in case Chris decides to hang out.

Hearing the door slam shut upstairs, Betty breaks the silence by asking, "So...what did you want to talk about?"

"...About Chris and the topic of sex...You see, before dinner, he asked about...the last stage of sex."

"You mean-"

"Yeah, I mean that..." I trail off, knowing that Betty understood what "that" was. "Anyways, it's only a matter of time I guess...sorry about that..."

Betty sighs. "That's fine...we all have to grow up sooner or later...So what is it actually that you need?

"...I'm not eighteen yet, so I can't just go out and buy certain stuff to help prepare Chris and me. I mean, the last thing I want to do is to hurt him in any way. So I was wondering if you can do anything to help with that."

"I see...I think I just might have the solution. Tell you what, give me a few days, and I'll get everything prepared, okay?"

I look up into her eyes. "Thanks Betty...for understanding."

"Nonsense. Anyone can see just how great of a person you are. If anything, I've failed as a parent for not loving Chris enough. That's your job now...to look after him and fill that void in his heart. It's not going to be easy, but I know you can do it." She rests her hands on my shoulders, "You're going to make a great boyfriend for him, maybe even something more."

I blush at her words. "Thanks..."

"Now run along, if I know him, he's already missing you."

"Probably," I agreed with her. "Thanks Betty..." I add as I get off the chair and head up the stairs.

As soon as I flip open the door, a small body attacks me with a bear hug.

"I missed you Dylan..."

"It was only four minutes!" I exclaim.

He lets go of me. "Yeah! But four minutes is a long time!"

"Ok whatever. What game did you put in?" I asked as I sit down on his bed.

"Mario Party 9, hope you don't mind..."

I give him a kiss on the forehead. "Of course I don't mind. Now, 1v1, 2v2, or free-for-all?"

"Let's do 1v1 first."

"Alright."

"I win again!" Chris shouts as the screen shows his character in first place. He gets up and does his victory dance. Don't tell him this, but...I let him win just that I could see him dance. It's extremely funny and cute beyond belief. Anyways, Chris turns around and cuddles in front of me after his little dance. He lets out a big yawn, and you know about yawns, they're contagious.

After I finish yawning, I glance over at the time. "Shit Chris, it's 11:00."

Chris snuggles deeper into me. "So?"

"So...if you want to have some fun time, I'd suggest you get your butt ready for bed."

"Hmm...carry me..."

"Fine...you better be glad that I can't stay mad at you..." I sigh at him.

"I know you enjoy spoiling me," he giggles. "Besides, I need a big, strong brother to love me."

"Whatever, let's go." I carry him up and head out towards the bathroom.

I set him down by the doorway and opens the door. I grab my toothbrush that I left here and smother toothpaste on it. After applying the toothpaste, I pass the tube to Chris. I start scrubbing down my teeth, removing all sources of germs, bad breath, and bacteria.

We finish at around the same time. I spit, gargle some water, and clean my face with water. Turning off the faucet, I turn around and grab a towel. I vigorously dry my face, then I walk over and pat Chris's face dry. After that, I place the towel in his hands and walk over to the toilet.

I whip out my 4 inch and let out a golden stream. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chris staring.

"Like what you see?" I tease.

He snaps out of his trance. "Wha?...Oh...sorry Dylan..."

I give my dick a few shakes and flush the toilet. "Sorry about what? It's not like you didn't see it before."

"Yeah...but it's awkward, looking at you pee..."

"I don't find it weird," I shrug. "Anyways, want me to leave, or you good?"

He stand in front of the toilet with me behind him. He pulls out his tool and stands there. "You can stay...but um..." he trails off. "Can you..."

I reach over his shoulders and grab hold his flaccid shaft. "You need to relax more Chris... Just stand still and let her rip."

Chris closes his eyes and spreads his legs apart. After a couple of deep breaths, a golden stream emerges and splashes into the bowl. Call me gross, but I find watching Chris pee somehow erotic. I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with Chris.

Nevertheless, Chris's tube does that squirting thing and his body shivers a little. I shake his penis a few times to get that excess drops off and cover up his boy parts.

I pat him on the back and go wash my hands; he follows close behind. I finish first and grab the towel again. I quickly dry my hands and give it to Chris, who just turned off the faucet. I scuff his hair and smile at him. He returns the gesture and we head the bathroom.

"We should go say goodnight to you mom," I suggest.

"Ok." he leans over the railing. "Mom! We're going to bed!"

From the first floor, "Ok! Night guys, what time are you leaving tomorrow?"

Chris looks at me, "What time?"

"Eh...11:30?" I guessed.

Chris leans over again and shouts, "11:30!"

Betty returns with, "Ok! Night guys!"

Chris grabs my hand and leads me into his room.

Once I shut the door, Chris bust up laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing...just the way I said 'night to my mom..."

"Ok..." I give him a weird look. "Anyways...go turn on the lamp light so I can shut the ceiling light off."

Chris dashes onto his bed and flicks the lamp light open. I flick the switch on the wall and walk over to the bed. Chris starts stripping his clothes, but I stop him.

"I want to do it," I smile at him.

Chris nods and lets go of his collar. I push him down onto the bed and embrace him with a big, wet kiss on the lips.

"Why are you so hot Chris...Your presence alone is making the room temperature go up... I'm scared of what's going to happen to the house when I take off your clothes."

Chris giggles at my comment. I reach the bottom of his shirt and yank it off. I throw it somewhere and push him back onto the bed. I lift his legs up high and pull off his pants with the other hand. I see his bare ass exposed in the air and couldn't help myself. I playfully give both his cheeks a swat.

"Hey!" Chris shouts and giggles.

I let go of his legs and quickly strip off my clothes. Once those are out of the way, I attack his body with my hands and kiss him mercilessly on the mouth. Chris interlocks his fingers around my neck and wraps his legs around my butt. While he's hanging there, I grab anything my hands could reach: hiss nipples, butt, balls, hips, you name it.

I flip us over and commence squeezing Chris's round cheeks. I spread them apart, massaged them, and rubbed them. Every time I do, Chris responds with moans and liquefies into a liquid. After about ten minutes of making out, he finally musters the energy to push himself away from me.

"Remember your promise?" he reminds me.

"Of course..." I rest my hand on his cheek. "...God you're beautiful..."

Chris leans in and gives me another kiss. "So uh...what do I do?"

I spread my legs and cradle my head with my arms. "You get to do whatever you want. Granted it doesn't hurt me."

"Ok..." He hesitantly rests his hands on my chest, as if any sudden move will cause me to explode.

"Oh come on Chris..." I grab both his hands rest them on my chest. "Now play with them. I'm letting you explore my body. See what makes me tick and what drives me over the edge. My words are the limit. Unless I tell you to stop, you are free to do whatever you want ok?"

He nods awkwardly and starts playing with my rosebuds. He gently squeezes the tips with his thumb and index finger and rubs them. I cradle my head again and enjoy the attention I'm getting.

"Hmm...there you go Chris...now just keep going, you'll get the hang of it."

"Alright...let's see..." He glides his palm down my chest and lays them on my stomach. "Hmm...I wonder..." He dives in and covers my nub with his mouth.

His tongue feels so smooth, yet so firm. And his teeth...oh his pearly whites! He gently nibbles the tip, driving me crazy.

"Uh...if you continue that...I might cum again..." I hoarsely choke.

Chris ignores me and glides his tongue to my other tip. He repeats the process all over again.

"Hmm..." I rest my hand on his head, but he pushes it away. I wonder why...

Well, I get an answer as he lifts himself up and gives me his goofy grin. He leans in and plants a kiss. He grabs my hand that was on his head from before and shoves it back under my head.

"No touching me or yourself," he grins at me.

"Fine..." I pout at him, "but I want compensation for this."

"I know just the thing." He plants another kiss and roams his hands down to my cock. "Now for the main event," he smirks as he squeezes my shaft. He gets off me and fits himself snuggly between my legs. He re-grabs my semi and begins to inspect it thoroughly.

"Hmm...why are your balls so dangly Dylan?" he wonders.

"Because, when you get older, your testicles, the hard part inside the sack, develops and drops."

"What's the testicles for?" Chris asks as he cups my nuts.

"Hmm..." I moan out. "To make your delicious cum..."

"Oh..." He backs away from between my legs. "Dylan, can you turn around?"

Being careful not to hit him, I flip myself over.

"Sorry...but can you also lift yourself up? Like you're crawling?"

I fulfill his request as I spread my legs and stick my butt out in front of him. I duck my head under my body and see him.

"Peek-a-boo," I smile; he giggles in response. I rest my head back on my folded arms and feel his silky hands cup my cheeks.

"Your butt's the same shape as mine," he giggles as he squeezes my round cheeks.

"Yeah...it's called a bubble butt because it's shaped like a round bubble..." I respond.

"Well I like it; it really suits you."

"Mhm," I sigh back.

I then feel a hot breath blowing at my pucker. Chris's hands spread my cheeks around and I feel a hot, slippery, and wet piece of flesh lap at my butt.

"Oh god!...Hmm! Chris!" I groan out and spread my legs apart even further.

Chris separates my cheeks even more and buries his face deep into the crack. He furiously smacks up and down my entire crack.

As for me? Well, I'm enjoying every moment of this. It's not every day my boyfriend rims me. Hell, this is the first time! Wow is he a natural at this; my moans and groans are more than enough proof of that.

But what really surprises me is what Chris does next. He stops at my wrinkled muscle and shoves his tongue into it.

I arch my back and push my butt against his face. Chris returns with an equal amount of force and wiggles his tongue inside my sphincter muscles, giving me a tingling feeling.

"Oh god Chris!" I heave heavily for air from the intensity.

After a few minutes Chris sucks his tongue back into his mouth and sits up. I let out a soft whimper since my ass felt so empty. But, that feeling quickly disappears when Chris cups my dangling nut sack.

"...Your nuts are so big Dylan...they're so sexy..." he says in a low, husky voice. He presses his nose up against the back of it and inhales deeply. "...Smells like you too..." He gives it a lick, which causes shivers down my spine.

He then flips around with his head in between my legs and engulfs my ball sack completely. He gently tugs downward at it, telling me to come down with him so he can be in a more comfortable position. Once his head's on the bed, he begins rolling my nuts around with his tongue. He flicks his fleshy muscle everywhere around my loose patch of skin.

"Uh...Oh my god! Hmm!" I moan in sheer ecstasy.

But before things got too heavy, Chris opens his mouth, pushes my body upwards, and scoots up to meet my face.

"...I suck at this..."

I lean down and give him a smooch. "Don't say that...you were great!"

"No I wasn't...I'm not cut out for this. I rather have you touch me and make me feel good."

"Oh I see how it is. Making me do all the work," I sass at him.

"You know what I mean!" he jokingly shouts.

"Yeah I know, just teasing you is all..." I plant a kiss on his forehead. "Now then...about my condition...you made me extremely horny and you didn't even bother helping me," I pout.

"Want to face fuck me ?" Chris suggests.

"Hmm...sure." Chris sits up against the wooden frame of his bed and I quickly position my dick in front of his face. He leans forward and engulfs my cock before I even position myself. He starts bobbing his head back and forth, sucking on my cock hard.

"Hmm...You fucking bastard...Oh!" I scold him, but couldn't say much more since the feelings too great. I muster up all the strength I have in me to position my legs so that I don't fall over. I straddle Chris's head up against the wall and start fucking his face.

I don't know what came over me, but I start saying some really mean things to Chris. "Hmm! Oh yeah...you want my dick don't you. couldn't even wait until I was ready...Oh fuck!...Hmm...suck that cock bitch, suck it hard!" I abusively said. "Oh! Hmm! I'm going to make you choke on my piece of meat...yeah...fuck!"

I forcibly shove my cock down his throat and back out in rapid motions. "Ah I'm gonna cum! Hmm!" My motions get faster, harder, and more rigid. With one last thrust down his mouth, I dump my load for the third time today. Like a professional, Chris gulps every last bit down like it was nothing.

"Hmm...fuck Chris...you're so amazing..." I said as I pull my dick out and slump down.

"Dylan..." he speaks out in a soft, sad voice, "Why did you call me a bitch?" He starts tearing up in his eye sockets.

"Fuck!" I swear to myself. "I'm so sorry Chris...I didn't mean anything by that!" I said as I wrap my arms around him. "I just got too into it, that's all..."

Chris sniffles wraps his arms around me. "Really? So you don't hate me or anything?"

I kiss him on the forehead. "Of course I don't hate you silly. I just got too into the moment, that's all. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings..."

"But then, why did you say it?" He looks up at me with his beautiful, soft eyes.

"Oh that's right, you never watched porn did you?" I realize.

"What's porn?" he asks innocently and wipes his tears away.

"It's sex videos on the internet basically," I respond.

"They have that?!"

"They have everything on the internet nowadays."

"Oh..."

"Anyways... the actors in porn movies usually get too into the scene. They exaggerate every moan and groan they do. It's too appeal to the audience I guess. In any case, sometimes, they say stuff like that to make the viewers hornier."

"Oh...so you said it to make yourself hornier?" he asks.

I scratch my head. "Yeah, sort of...it's complicated. Just know that I mean nothing by it ok?"

"Ok..."

"Apology accepted?" I ask to make sure. He just hugs me. I pat his back and whisper into his ear. "I feel bad...let me make it up to you."

"How?" he whispers back.

"I'll let you give me a facial, how's about that?"

"...That'd be hot to see. Plus, I can lick it up afterwards," he giggles. He lets go of me and I lay him back down on the bed and spread his legs.

"Tell me when you're at the point of no return ok?"

"Ok."

I crouch between his legs and give his shaft a few strokes. Once it's fully boned up, I engulf it in my mouth. I slowly inch closer and closer to his pubes, enjoying the touch of his prick in my mouth. Once my nose touches his golden strands, I intoxicate myself with a whiff. While I'm breathing in Chris's musk, I contract my work my throat, expanding and contracting it with Chris's head in it.

"Oh!...Hmm...Dylan!" He starts panting like a dog.

I slowly lift my head up, stopping with my lips at his mushroom. I grab the base to stop it from moving around and give the tip a kiss. I engulf his mushroom, swirling my tongue around his foreskin and pee slit.

Chris bucks his hips forward sharply and inhales a pierce breath. "Sss!.. Dylan! Oh god!"

I guess he's had enough of the blue balls, I push down again and start bobbing my head on his love-making machine.

"Hmm...Dylan! Oh god! Oh!...Get ready! Hmm!" he hisses.

I remove my mouth from his pole and savagely jack him off. In a matter of seconds, his pee slit shoots out his white, creamy cum. The first spurt hits my left cheek, the second on my nose, and the rest among my forehead and lips. I have to say, watching his dick pulsating and shooting his spunk is really hot. It looked really cool seeing how his dick fires its rounds at that speed.

Chris bucks his hips forward once more and his body goes limp. His body shudders once more and that last bit oozes out. I hungrily lap that part; I mean, the rest is all over my face. I let go of his limp dick and smush his body with mine. He opens his eyes and licks my cheek.

"Mmm...come closer," he hoarsely croaks.

I do and he begins cleaning my face like a cat, licking everywhere. He finishes and kisses me, pushing some of his cum into my mouth. Needless to say, I happily accept it and swallow it down.

"Mmm...why do you taste so delicious?" I said as I give him another quick kiss. He shrugs his shoulders and I flip us to our side, with me spooning him.

"Dylan..." he mumbles.

"Yeah?" I whisper and pat his stomach.

"...Apology accepted..."

I kiss him on the back of his neck and whisper in his ear, "Thanks...it means a lot to me."

We both sigh deeply and lay in that position for a few minutes. You know, the aftermath of having sex. Speaking of which, the room is filled with the smell of sweat, sex, and boy musk. There goes our cleanliness from before. I occasionally kiss him somewhere, usually the neck, and continue to rub his hips. He's just so...perfect...

He's not super skinny that he needs to see a nutritionist, but he's also not chubby or fat like some people. His waist is slim and bony, but it suits his figure. On top that, it's halfway between of a woman's curves and a man's defined sides. It's hot beyond reason.

"Chris?..." I said to break the silence as I caress his body.

"...Yeah?"

"I think we should set up some ground rules...you know, so that we don't have another episode like before."

"Ok...but what kind of rules?"

"Simple rules. You're already fulfilling some of them," I bring up.

"Like?" he inquires.

I smile at his cute innocence and tussle his hair. "Like your ability to always ask questions and try new things."

"Well...I have a good teacher for that," he smiles.

"Ok, well the teacher wants to add more rules. One, try not to blue-ball me too much."

Chris turns around and faces me. "What's blue-ball?"

"When you make me horny as hell and not let me cum."

"Oh, so kinda like what I did before with the exploring," he realizes.

"Yeah." I quickly add, "It's fine though; you didn't know. Plus, sometimes, blue-balling can be exciting."

"What do you mean?"

"Another time Chris, since I don't think we can do anything naughty anytime soon," I said and kiss him on the cheek. "Anyways, next. If you ever feel uncomfortable in any way. Tell me. I don't care if it's me or someone else, you tell me. I will do everything in my power to correct the wrong."

"But what if you can't fix it?" he brings up.

"Psh, nothing's impossible."

"If you say so...anything else?"

"Hmm..." How do I put this rule out without him misinterpreting it? "If, for any chance, you catch me doing something I shouldn't be doing, confront me ok? Don't run away because there has to be an explanation for it."

"Huh? I don't get it..."

I sigh. There's no easy way around this. "I've read a lot of stories and watched a lot of movies. A reoccurring theme is a boyfriend making out with someone else and his partner catches him in the act."

"Oh, sort of like cheating on someone..."

"Yeah, something like that......Listen...I will never do something as crazy as cheat on you... but, there's always the off chance that something happens."

"...Like what?" Chris asks, still confused.

"Like Brandy for example...I don't know how, but she'll find a way to break us up. Just remember, I will never betray you ok? If you ever hear the slightest whisper, come straight to me. Don't

dance around and ask other people; that'll make things worse. Another example might be when someone else confesses to me and kisses me on the spot due to lust. And it just so happens that you come running along, looking for me-"

"I'd kick the other guy in the balls and grab you away," Chris bluntly states.

"Aww...thanks babe...but what if you didn't know the whole story? Like maybe I was the one who wanted to kiss him," I ask.

"But you just said that you would never betray me," Chris counters.

I open my mouth to speak, but can't think of anything to top that. "...Fair enough..."

Chris creeps in a smile. I scoff at him, knowing full well that he's rubbing in his victory.

"Anyways...one last thing, for now...It's not really a rule, but more of a promise," I said to get back on topic.

"What is it?"

I place my palm where his heart is and recite, "I, Dylan Wolfe, promise to always love you and protect you. I will cherish every moment we share together and make every moment special. Whenever you feel trapped in a pitch black room, I will be your silver lining, guiding you back to the world of light. Whenever you fall out of the road, I will pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Whenever you feel attacked, I will become the shield that blocks out all harm. Whenever you feel cold and lonely, I will be there to keep you warm. Because nothing pains me more than seeing you sad; your smile alone brings me happiness and strength to continue loving you and protecting you. I want to be the first person you see think of every morning, and I want to be the person in your sweet dreams. You are the love of my life Chris. I want to be with your forever, and nothing in the universe will make me change my mind...Nothing."

I remove my hand from his heart and he attacks me with a huge hug. "...That's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me..."

I feel something wet hit my cheek. Chris lets go of me and I see his eyes leaking tears of silence. I reach forward and kiss his tears away.

He wipes his nose with his arm. "...Thanks Dylan..."

"...No problem..." I kiss him on the forehead. "God you're beautiful...sexy too."

"...I wish I could be as romantic as you..." he sighs.

"You already are...remember, it's the small things that count, not the big, flashy ones."

"For example?" he whispers.

Instead of answering him, I kiss him on the forehead and rub his back.

"Oh..."

I chuckle and flip him around. He scoots his butt up to me and I wrap my arms around his skinny body.

Yawning, I glance over at the clock. "Fuck Chris...it's 12:00, we need to sleep..."

"Yeah..." he yawns, "Good night Dylan...I love you..."

I reach around and give him his good night kiss on the forehead. "Love you more...Good night."

I pull the covers up, making sure that it's covering Chris's body. Can't have him catching a cold now can we. Feeling satisfied that Chris is all snuggled and tucked in with me, I close the lamp light and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Again, I am absolutely sorry about the huge delay. College man...college...

But more importantly, I've finally figured out a pen name :D. I've decided to use Latin and incorporate a name with the story. For those who don't know, the name means "Strong Brother." Cue sudden burst of epiphanies among the crowd

Anyways, I'd love to hear feedback. Next time, we finally get to figure out Caleb's future! Omg! fangirl screams