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Two of a kind By Jason Trower ________________________________________________________________________
I guess there's one in every school, you know the kid who's got it made. He's popular, got the looks, the money, the brains, the body, all the guys wanna be his friend and all the girls want to make out with him. Well, that's me. Hope that doesn't sound too egotistical but it's true. My name's Jamie and I've never had a problem in any of those areas. My parents have always had money. Ever since grade school I've been the kid everyone wanted to hang out with on the playground, and then when puberty hit, well things got even better. That's when my body started taking on a very nice shape. I've just got naturally well defined and toned muscles, never had to work for them. I'm not big, kind of a medium build, but about 5' 9" tall and slim. All the girls just melt for my strawberry blond hair and ice blue eyes. It's kinda funny to sit and talk to them, brush my long bangs away from my face with my hand and hear them sigh. But girls were never a problem either, I guess I've always had my pick. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and have never had to ask for sex in the year since then. Yeah it's a pretty good life, but I've never had a steady girlfriend. In fact, girls don't excite me all that much, they don't turn me on the same way...that a guy does. I can't really help it, just the way I'm wired I guess. Guys just really turn me on. I'd take a flat, firm, smooth chest over a girl's breasts any day. And to have something to put in my mouth...well we won't talk about that just yet.
Now don't get me wrong, I like girls, I like being around them, I love all the attention, and of course sex feels great! And when you're in a high school like mine there just aren't any opportunities for sex with guys. So I let life go on and enjoyed it as much as I could, having my hands on the girls and wishing they were boys. Until the day he came along.
It was as normal a September morning as any. School had started a few weeks earlier and I was finally accepting the fact that summer was over. But school was never all that bad a place for me and I had already noticed a couple of new girls who were sizing me up.
"Yeah," I thought to myself, "I'll probably have em both in bed by the time school is out."
What kid wouldn't like to have that confidence? But I sighed at the thought, knowing that as great as it was it still wasn't what I really wanted. I just decided to avoid their eyes for now and stared out the window. The sun was bright that warm morning with a cool breeze that came in the open window and flirted with my hair. But I was soon disrupted from my daydream as the classroom door creaked open and in walked a vision so amazing I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't still fantasizing. He was taller then me, and thin with long smooth legs. His arms were strong and veined with a light wisping of blond hair. He wore a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows and I could easily envision his beautifully sculpted chest beneath. The top button of the shirt was open, enough to let me see the way his long neck met his shoulders and the small necklace hanging there. He had blond hair, but not any ordinary blond, it was golden. Cut short but still long and free enough to swing and move as he did, and it was brushed back in a perfect wave of shiny silk.
"Take a seat wherever you like," the teacher instructed him. "Everyone, this is Carek, he just moved into town. I trust you'll all make him feel welcome."
But I was drooling too much to say anything as my eyes followed him to his seat across the room. Now I'd been looking at guys for about two years and had seen some real hotties, but this kid was like nothing I'd ever seen. He was beyond gorgeous. Everything about him fit perfectly. His body, his arm, legs, his beautiful lips and small nose, his bright eyes and that golden hair. He moved across the room with an air of confidence and strength, rather unusual for a kid on the first day at a new school, but it made him even more attractive.
I was almost completely turned around in my chair to look at him but quickly realized how obvious I was being. I immediately turned to face the front of the class again, and that's when I saw that almost everyone was looking at him as well. All the girls and about half the guys. I don't think anyone learned anything about algebra that day. Every free second was spent glancing at this teenage god. He even answered a question and we all got to hear that sexy voice. It had definitely changed completely, no hint of a crack or squeak, but it wasn't deep. It had a friendly air to it, as if he was smiling no matter what he said, and it complimented his sumptuous looks ideally. He even made the words "square root" sound sexual. I wondered to myself if this boy had been created for the sole purpose of sex.
The bell finally rang and we all began filing out the door, except for Carek. He was now standing at his desk talking to three girls at once, two of which were the new girls who had been sizing me up just an hour before. And although I could completely understand why they were so attracted to him, and I honestly didn't even like girls, I still felt a small twinge of jealousy inside. For the first time I was no longer the top dog. There was somebody cuter, somebody more popular, desirable and sexier then me.
Carek finally made his way past them and took his place next to me at the back of the long line trying to get out of the crowded room. I was still staring at him, more amazed now that he was so close. So close I could actually smell him, a beautiful light scent, as if somebody had bottled summer itself.
He turned and looked me right in the eye and my jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes were like two bright, sparkling, wet emeralds. He had green eyes! And not just any green eyes, a brilliant luscious green that shined as if illuminated from within. He stood looking at me, probably trying to figure out why I was staring.
"Hi, I'm Jamie," I managed to say.
"I'm Carek," he said giving me a smile that would melt a heart of stone. I had no idea what to do or say, I just stood with my lips parted, ready to speak but unable to form a word, until I finally turned and walked away without a sound. It probably seemed rude but I couldn't do anything else. Besides maybe it didn't matter, life would go on as usual. And it did for about two more periods, until history. That's when the whole scene repeated itself and once again I sat and watched as Carek waked into the room, lighting it with his beauty and charm. Once again all eyes followed him and you could almost hear the hearts breaking as he walked down the aisle to his desk. I was captivated by his sizzling looks and the sheer sensuality of his presence. But my heart wasn't breaking, it was hardening. By the end of the day his name was on everybody's lips, whispered in the hallways and classrooms. I was starting to get sick of hearing about him, but still, even the name sounded arousing.
As the days went on it became more and more apparent that I was being replaced. The spotlight no longer shined down on me, or any light for that matter. The girls no longer sighed when I smiled and brushed my hair back, they didn't stare at me or say hi to me when I came into a room. They didn't lean against my locker waiting to talk to me or slip notes inside. They didn't care anymore, they had Carek. I wasn't anything special, I was old news. Who wants to look at the same blue eyes when they can wonder at the mystery of green. And now I was just another in the crowd, drooling and fantasizing over him like the rest.
Thursday was miserable, gloomy and raining, so nobody was eating lunch outside. Everyone was crammed into the cafeteria but I found my way to my usual table and sat with my best friend, Kevin. Unfortunately Kevin seemed to be the only one sitting at the table, the rest of the crowd had moved, sitting with Carek.
"Where's Eddie?" I asked as I sat down.
"Probably at home languishing in grief."
"What?" I asked rather surprised.
"Guess you didn't hear. He broke up with Lisa," Kevin said putting his food down so he could give me the whole story. "Eddie is in the same PE class as that new kid Carek, and Lisa actually asked Eddie what Carek looks like in the shower!"
My eyes glazed over at the sound of that name, but I understood the gravity of the incident. Besides the fact that Eddie's girlfriend was asking him about another guy, she was asking him to break the most sacred unwritten rule of high school. No guy ever talks about other guys he's seen in the shower. To do so would be to admit you were looking, and why would any straight guy be looking?
"What the hell?" I asked angrily, filling with jealousy, "he walks into school and within a week the place is falling apart. You'd think these girls have never seen a guy before. Just look at him, even Karen is over there flirting with him. She was the first girl I ever had sex with and now she's all over him!"
"It's like a novelty, he's new so the girls want to check him out," Kevin said, trying to calm me. "He doesn't have anything on you, besides, there's plenty of girls in this school still after you. That is if you haven't slept with them all by now."
Kevin was smiling but I sure wasn't.
"It's not even the girls that are the problem," I said quietly.
"I don't get it dude, why do you hate this guy so much? You get laid all the time and I never do, but I don't hate you."
"I don't hate him, it would be a hell of a lot easier if I did," I said as I stood up, throwing my back pack over my shoulder and walking out of the cafeteria. Kevin sat there with a bewildered expression before calling out to me as I left the room.
"Call me later?" he asked, but I didn't answer, I just kept walking. I wanted to get out of there, out of the school, out of town, anywhere that I wouldn't have to deal with the battle of emotions raging inside of me. I wanted to look at Carek, to drink in all his beauty, and in my wildest dreams maybe even touch his firm body. He was the embodiment of everything I longed for but at the same time could never have. To see him filled me with awe and desire but the knowledge that I would never know the warmth of his tender touch pained me. I walked quickly to the back door and was about to brave the blowing rain so I could go home and cry in solitude, but I stopped. As much as it hurt, I needed to see him, to watch and dream of him, as if I no longer had any other purpose in life. Something took control of my body and walked me slowly to history class.
It was the same agonizing scene as he walked through the door. All I could think of was how much I resented it all. To think that one of these girls would someday be in bed with him, having sex that I could only dream of. But they wouldn't appreciate him, they would just move on and leave him behind when the next new guy came along, just as they had forgotten about me. They would never understand they were touching a body that one teen boy craved to the point of tears.
The rain was still coming down hard when the last bell rang but with both parents working my only choice was walking. I could have hopped a ride with somebody but if they weren't going to care enough about me to offer I wasn't going to ask. I wanted to be alone anyway so I stepped into the rain and trudged home. I only lived a few blocks away from school but I was soaked to the bone a few minutes after I left. I was glad I hadn't worn jeans that morning but I was uncomfortable nonetheless. At least nobody can see your tears when you're crying in the rain. I finally arrived home and moped up the driveway with my wet hair in my eyes and unlocked the front door.
"Jamie!!" called a voice from behind me. I turned and was startled to see Carek running through the puddles towards me, his back pack over his head trying to shield himself from the downpour.
"It is Jamie, right?" he asked as he sprinted up the sidewalk to me.
"yeah...Carek?" I asked him as if he was only a casual aspect of my life.
"Of course," he said displaying a big smile. "Say, can I use your phone? My ride never showed and it's a long wet walk to my house."
I gazed at his soft lips and my knees went a little weak when he mouthed the words 'long and wet', but I concealed it well.
"Um...yeah sure, man" I said as I opened the door and invited him in from the rain. Carek shook off his back pack and then bent over to untie his shoes. I had to catch myself from gasping as he bent over in front of me, his round butt tormenting me inside his tight shorts.
"You can use the phone in the kitchen," I said directing him through the doorway. He thanked me and I excused myself to get a towel. I paused in the hallway and tried to pull myself together. I had no idea how to feel, but I was feeling everything at once.
I pulled my wet shirt off, grabbed two towels from the linen closet and returned to the kitchen. Carek was already off the phone and thanked me for the towel. He was dripping all over the tiled floor, his wet shirt clinging to his thin frame, his blond hair wet and stringy, drops of water running down his satin cheeks and off his chin. He seemed a bit uncomfortable but I wasn't sure why. We both stood there in awkward silence, looking around the room, out the window and occasionally at each other.
"Somebody picking you up?" I asked trying to break the tension.
"Yeah, but they can't come by for like an hour. Hope it's not a problem," he said uncertain. I was taken aback slightly. He was worried he was being a problem? At any other time during the past week I would have been impatient to get rid of him, but now that we were alone at my house, talking one on one and just being two teens things were different.
"No problem at all man. Say, you want a dry shirt?" I offered. He accepted and followed me upstairs to my bedroom. I rummaged through my drawers looking for a shirt to give him and suddenly realized what was going on. Carek was in my bedroom, I was looking for a shirt that I thought would look good on him, and I was standing there in nothing but a pair of wet shorts. I felt a swelling between my legs and broke out in a cold sweat. I grabbed the first shirt I found and turned to hand it to him, but Carek was pulling his wet t-shirt off over his head. He was stretched taut and I could see every last muscle in his trim chest and arms. He was so well built, muscled but thin enough for his ribs to be slightly visible. His stomach was smooth and flat with a hint of a six pack beneath his flawless skin. His tanned body looked like it had been formed from molten bronze, his hair spun from gold by the gods themselves. His eyes were polished jade and he had a perfect ivory smile. I stared as he tossed his wet shirt aside and toweled off, then brushed his damp blond hair back with his hands. It was slightly messy but easily went back to that soft wave.
I shook myself from staring at him but there was a pain welling up inside me that was ripping me apart from the inside. I'd never seen a boy who made me feel these things so deeply before. My mind, my heart, my body, my soul ached for him. The heat and humidity in my room was unbearable but I had to touch him, feel his touch, kiss him, anything or I'd die of a broken heart right there on the spot. I stepped forward to hand him the shirt but my eyes were still locked on his emerald gems. He looked back at me without a smile and took the shirt. Our hands touched for a moment and although we weren't standing on carpet I swear I felt an electric shock that made my whole arm go numb. My hand was empty but still outstretched and near his chest. I moved forward a little more and placed my hand on his smooth warm chest, brushing my fingers over his hard nipple. Carek stared back at me and put his hand on my side. His touch was firm yet gentle, warm and comforting. I felt a little dizzy and then...
"Jamie? Jamie?" I opened my eyes and my head throbbed. For some reason I was suddenly laying on the floor with a shirtless Carek kneeling over me. His hand was on my ribs and he was shaking me slightly.
"What happened?" I asked worried.
"I don't know, you handed me the shirt and WHAM you hit the floor," he said in a concerned voice.
I propped myself up on my elbows trying to regain my senses. Carek was still leaning over me but slowly moved his hand from my bare chest. I looked down at myself and saw the bulge in my shorts. He seemed to notice as well and blushed slightly as he sat back on his heals.
"You um...want a glass of water or something?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm OK. Guess I should have eaten some lunch today. So I just gave you the shirt and passed out?" I asked trying to sort out my recent memory.
"Yeah, that's all man," he agreed. I managed to get myself up and sit on my bed without feeling too dizzy. Once he felt certain I was OK Carek slipped the shirt on, giving me another nice show of his young torso. We waited for his ride in the kitchen as I made myself a sandwich and listened to the retreating thunderstorm. If our conversation had been awkward before it was really uncomfortable now. We both seemed eager to keep the subject on everyday things and just talked a little about school, bikes, and video games. For the first time Carek seemed quiet and shy, nothing like the self-assured guy that had walked into algebra class last week.
A car stopped in front of the house, sounding its horn. Carek jumped up quickly, thanking me for the phone call and the dry shirt. He stepped into his shoes and hurried out the door without tying them, waving as he jogged towards the car.
The next day in school was as uneventful as any. But for me D-Day could be considered uneventful compared to the previous afternoon. I had hoped to avoid the blond boy as much as possible. I was still trying to figure out exactly how I should feel around him, and the embarrassment of my fainting incident didn't make me feel any better. I was not used to feeling this way. I was always the one being lusted over not the other way around. But as soon as he walked into algebra class his eyes met mine and he gave me a friendly smile. I felt my stomach tighten but I returned the smile and tried to go about my work as usual. Class ended not a moment too soon for me and I hurried out of the room on my way to lunch.
Kevin met me outside the cafeteria with a puzzled look on his face.
"Did something happen with you and Carek, dude?" he asked almost immediately. I felt myself become tense and a lump caught in my throat.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, he's been asking questions about you," Kevin said
"What kind of questions?" I asked becoming increasingly nervous.
"He wanted to know if I'd seen you today, if you were feeling OK, if you had parents or did you live in that big house alone," he said, especially confused by the last one.
"Oh, well, nothin really," I said trying to dismiss it quickly as we took our usual seats. I could tell Kevin didn't believe me, he knew me too well. He decided to drop it, but just then Carek came walking over to us and my heart began pounding again. He looked almost happy to see me, smiling widely and walking with a spring in his step. His denim shorts hugged his slender hips and he wore a tight black shirt that made his body seem even more sleek then it already was.
"Hey Jamie," he said as he handed me the T-shirt I'd loaned him. "Hope you're feeling better today."
"Yeah...no problem," I said trying to hide my discomfort.
"You busy after school? Maybe we can get together," he asked in his usual confident demeanor.
"I'm...kinda busy, I don't think so," I said. If Carek was feeling disappointed he didn't let it show. He thanked me again and returned to his own crowded table.
"Nothing happened, huh?" Kevin said looking at me suspiciously.
"No nothing, so drop it already!" I snapped.
"Dude, I don't know what the problem is but you're definitely not being yourself anymore. You really need to get over this whole jealousy thing," Kevin said bluntly as he got up and left.
I used to think life wasn't so bad. Now I was being teased everyday with the most gorgeous blond stud I'd ever seen and I couldn't have him. All the attention and popularity was gone, and even my best friend didn't want to be around me. What was happening to me? Was fate punishing me for something? Was this my hormones driving me to frustration liked I'd heard about? Whatever it was it was too much. As soon as I felt the first tear roll down my cheek I knew I had to get out of there. My life was crumbling already and I sure didn't need everyone to see me crying in the middle of the cafeteria. That is if they noticed me at all. I walked down the halls quickly and out the back door, not caring in the least if a teacher spotted me. I held back the tears as best I could the whole way home, but as soon as I walked through the door they came flooding out. I couldn't stop, I didn't even try. I just sat there on the stairs and cried my eyes out. I'd never be happy again, not without Carek. But I couldn't have him, I could only watch and dream and face the harsh reality.
I must have laid there sobbing for a few hours before I was finally startled by the door bell. I wiped my eyes with my shirt as best I could, fixing my hair as I walked to the door so I wouldn't look too pathetic. I opened the door expecting to see a salesman but it was Carek! I stood there dumbfounded until he spoke.
"Hi Jamie, you OK? You weren't in history and you don't look so good," he said looking closer at my face, which I tried to hide.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Can I come in for a little?" he asked optimistically.
"I can't, not today, I'm busy," I said fumbling the excuse but it only exposed my discomfort more.
"Jamie, something's wrong, are you sure you're OK?" he asked again seeming more concerned.
"I told you I was fine, can't you just leave me alone, haven't you made things hard enough on me already?" I blurted out in frustration. It shocked Carek but it only made me feel more broken and pitiful.
"Can I come in?" he asked slowly, "just for a minute, then I'll go."
I let the door swing open as I turned and walked into the living room, still trying to hide my face as the river of tears returned. Carek came inside and stood quietly for a moment.
"This is about yesterday, isn't it?" ha asked. "I'm sorry Jamie, I really am. I kinda thought you were giving me some kind of signal and--and then when you touched me I thought that's what you wanted. I never intended to hurt you, Jamie. I won't do anything like that again, I swear. Please, just don't tell everyone at school that--that I'm a fag."
It took a few minutes for the full impact of those words to sink in. I wasn't sure if he was telling me that he was gay or if he just didn't want everyone to think that. But when I turned around to look at him I could see the answer in his face. The youthful sparkle had left his green eyes even though they were beginning to fill with tears. He was biting his bottom lip and I could almost see him trembling slightly. His hands hung at his sides, one pulling at the seam of his shorts. He looked so vulnerable, like he had just opened up the deepest reaches of his heart and was waiting, unprotected, for whatever consequences he had to face. It was a pale shadow of the boy I'd seen everyday in school.
"What happened yesterday, Carek?" I asked gently. He sniffled, trying to hold back his tears.
"After you handed me the shirt...you touched my chest, so...I touched yours. You closed your eyes and...I couldn't help it...I kissed you," he explained. As he uttered the last words the dam burst and his tears streamed freely down his unblemished face.
"You kissed me?!" I asked totally shocked. He just nodded as he wiped his eyes with his hand. I couldn't believe it. I thought I had imagined him touching me before I fainted and now he tells me he kissed me too! The boy I'd been slowly dying over, who I wanted more then anything in life, was not only gay but...he liked me! He had kissed me and I couldn't even remember it. In that one instant the clouds parted and everything became clear to me. It was almost enough to make me pass out again.
"I'm sorry," he said still crying, "I won't bother you anymore."
He started towards the door and for a moment I was too astonished to say or do anything to stop him.
"Carek, wait," I said just as he reached for the doorknob. I walked up behind him and waited as he cautiously turned around. He tried to avoid eye contact but I looked into his eyes, searching for anything that would tell me he was lying or joking or deceiving me somehow. I saw only sincere pain and heartbreak. I knew it was in my hands, I had the chance to heal both our hearts, to make our dreams come true. Carek's eyes were still downcast, he didn't even realize what was going on until it happened, until I leaned in and kissed his soft pink lips. He leaned his head back, our mouths opened slightly, our lips sucking at each other, slowly, tenderly. I broke the kiss gently, opening my eyes and moving back to look at him. His eyelids opened and that emerald sparkle returned.
"Oh God Jamie," he said full of fear, anxiety, and hope, "please tell me it's true, please."
"It's true Carek," I assured him as I placed my hand on his chest. The sheer emotion of the moment brought us both to tears. Carek tested the waters by running his hand up my arm and I smiled at him slightly. His lips parted and he let out a sigh of amazement before moving his hands further around my back and bringing himself to me, holding me in a hug. My face was nuzzled into the side of his neck and I began kissing his satiny skin. A small moan of appreciation vibrated his broad flat chest against mine. His hands rubbed up and down my back as I began sucking at his neck, my own hands holding his firm body tight. He brought his strong hands up to my head and brushed his long fingers through my hair. It felt like an angel caressing me and I moved my lips from his neck to sigh in his ear. He cradled my head gently and brought our mouths together once again, our lips parting, his tongue brushing over mine. I inhaled his breath and felt it fill my lungs with the warm vapor of love.
With our eyes closed and still locked in a passionate kiss we stumbled towards the living room couch. I could feel a heat building inside me that was like nothing I'd ever felt. My head was floating above my shoulders, my legs turned to jelly, my whole being and existence was centered on that deep kiss. Carek held me and bent over as we fell backwards onto the couch and...THUMP!...right onto the floor. Carek rolled off of me laughing as I coughed and tried to catch my breath after being crushed beneath him, but I was laughing too. We were both on a delirious high, the huge release of all that tension and stress had swung us to the other extreme.
I managed to crawl from the floor and sit on the couch, slouching back, still giggling. I stared at Carek laying on the floor, seeing all his beauty just as I had before, but in a new light. I actually could have him! It was really happening, we were kissing and touching, in each others arms and loving every second of it. My heart swelled and I felt happier then I ever had in 15 years.
Carek rolled onto his side as his laughing finally began to subside. He gave me the warmest smile the earth has ever known, his brilliant green eyes looking right into me. A smile back was the only answer he needed. He crawled over to my feet, looking up at me like a puppy, and slowly slid his hands up my legs, stopping just below my shorts. He rested his head on my knee and searched my eyes for permission, but I stayed silent. I wanted to sit there gazing into his beautiful eyes forever.
I ran my hands down his smooth, strong arms and rubbed his shoulders gently. A sleepy grin crept across his lips but soon turned to a look of excitement as I gathered the material of his shirt in my hands and began to pull it up. He raised his arms allowing me to pull his shirt off over his head and then settled back into his resting position on my knee. I leaned forward enough to pull my own shirt off.
Carek's fingers worked the button on my shorts loose and he slid them purposefully down my legs and off my feet. I sat there in my boxers as he stood and began to undo his own shorts, but I stopped his hands and did it for him.
"Oh...wow, Jamie," was all he could whisper as he looked down at me with amazement. I let his shorts drop to his feet and he stepped out of them as I stared in awe at the tent in his boxers. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I wanted to do it with all my soul, but I was almost scared to. 'This is too good to be true' I thought to myself, 'this can't be happening'. But it was, the boy of my dreams was standing before me, ready and waiting for me to make my move. His eyes begged me and I could almost see his heart pounding in his chest. Carefully, so my hands wouldn't shake too noticeably, I slid them up his thighs, up his hips and up to his ribs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying my touch but becoming more tense as he waited. Then I gently took hold of the waist band of his silk boxers and lowered them. Carek inhaled quickly as I removed his last piece of clothing and my eyes grew wide. I had always been proud of my size, happy that I was slightly over six inches, but Carek was beautiful and well endowed. He must have been seven inches long! It was a dark pink color with a perfectly shaped circumcised head. I sat admiring it with awe, then tenderly explored the entire length with my fingers. I'd never touched another boy like that.
He sighed deeply and looked down at me with an expression that said, "please". I leaned forward, opened my mouth a little and took the tip of his lovely cock between my lips. Carek made a small whimper as I began to suck gently and lick the sweet drops of precum that came to the tip. Carefully I took more and more as I grew accustomed to his size, then began bobbing my head, stroking his shaft with my lips as my tongue bathed the head. It felt better then I had dreamed of. His cock was firm and warm and slid into my mouth like it had been made for it. I held his taut round butt in my hands as he played with my hair and moaned his appreciation. No matter how much I took I only wanted more. Every sound, every sensation made me crave more like a drug. After a while Carek guided my head away from him, pulling his cock from my sucking mouth with a slurp. I looked up questioning why he had stopped me but he only smiled and got down on his knees before me. I lifted my hips allowing him to remove my boxers, freeing my aching pole. Carek quickly wrapped his fingers around it, stroking me slowly before he lowered his head to pleasure me with his mouth. In all my years of solitary masturbation and fantasizing nothing had ever felt as wonderful as that, so warm and wet. I squirmed and moaned as he sucked and stroked me at the same time. I ran my fingers through his golden hair and down to his broad shoulders as he spread my legs on either side of him. He fondled my balls gently making me shiver which only encouraged him more making him suck faster and harder, working my cock ravenously. I knew I was reaching my climax far too quickly, I had to stop him now or it would be over fast.
"Uh...Carek...slow uh down...wait," I panted trying to push his shoulders away. He released my cock but moved to my chest, sucking hard at my small nipples and rubbing his large member on my knee. The sensation in my chest was something I'd never felt before and it sent a tingle through my body. I clutched his hair as he pulled me off the couch and on top of him on the floor. I parted my lips and pressed them to his mouth, my tongue immediately finding his, swirling and wrestling passionately. I ground my hard on into him, gyrating my hips as he rubbed my back and held me to his firm chest. It was becoming almost animalistic but it was beyond our control, our bodies were so carnally charged from the weeks of tension that they had completely taken over. I moved down his body, my mouth tasting every inch of him, almost biting lightly as my teeth scraped lightly over his hard nipples. I kissed down his tight abs and licked around his cute little belly button just before swinging my legs around to his head. His beautiful teen meat was standing straight up, waiting for me, begging me to taste his sweet intoxicating nectar again. I had barely grasped him by the base when I felt his hot mouth engulf me again. I licked around his mushroomed head then took him in as deep as I could, trying to catch up to the head start he had on me. He massaged my butt as I rolled his balls in my free hand. He held me steady in his mouth, sucking and licking as I stroked my mouth on his cock frantically. I was nearing my orgasm so fast but I wasn't done with Carek yet. My mouth was becoming sore and tired from accommodating his size but I didn't want to stop. I pulled my head up and began jacking him off, gripping tightly as my hand slid up his shaft, over his head and back down. I stroked faster but it was too late. I felt it take root deep inside me, my balls swelling, then, suddenly, I cried out as my hot seed rushed through my cock and shot into Carek's mouth. He sucked harder still on my now over sensitive penis and I thrashed about, unable to control the intense pleasure. But my orgasm had pushed Carek to the edge and I felt him expand in my grip. I quickly plunged my mouth back over him just in time to catch the first shot of his bittersweet fluid. The first was far from the last however, shot after shot of warm cum gushed from his throbbing manhood. I tried swallowing but it was such a new and intense experience for me. What didn't shoot down my throat slipped back out my lips and dribbled down his length. Once I started to relax from the fierce orgasm I licked him clean, giving his softening head a final kiss.
Carek laid on the floor exhausted, barely moving as I pulled my limp cock from his mouth and laid down next to him. He sighed with content as I laid my head on his chest and rubbed my hand over his strong stomach. He moved his arm around behind me, holding me close, his hand tenderly brushing my hair.
"Thank you, Jamie. I--I love you," he whispered.
"I love you Carek, from the moment I laid my eyes on you," I said as my tears dripped from my face and onto his smooth teen chest. For once they were tears of joy and fulfillment.
The weekend continued, the happiest of my life, and I spent every waking minute (and plenty of non-waking minutes) with Carek. Monday was a school day like any other, with one big exception. Carek and I walked into class together, both smiling, both walking confidently to our seats. You could still hear the hearts breaking but I didn't care who they were breaking over. I knew that it was nothing compared to the loss that would sweep over the girls if they knew that the two hottest guys in school were now both unavailable.
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