Nathan lay quietly. He had mixed feelings and thoughts. Sooner or later, he knew it would be time but Nathan never knew when that might be.
Then it did happen.
His shirt still lay on the floor. His button fly jeans were open and rumbled. His penis lay across his thigh, limp over wet skin.
The room was quiet, though sounds of the party downstairs was still in the background, though quieter then earlier.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation he still felt. Inside him, stretched muscles reminded him of the cock that had inserted, moved, lodged and exploded. It was a good feeling. There was no lasting pain and in fact very little despite the descriptions Nathan had read over recent years.
He wasn't sure if he should just pull his clothes up and return to the party or find a way to quietly exit through a backdoor.
If he appeared in the party, he'd try to ignore anyone who stared at him. Surely Martin had told someone.
Or perhaps Martin would just smile, drink, dance and hang out with his friends as he had earlier.
"Lookn good tonight queer boy" Martin had drunkenly whispered in his ear.
"Fuck off" Nathan had said with a smile.
"I want to, tonight I want to fuck that cute ass" Martin added a bit louder.
"You wish" Nathan automatically said. It wasn't the first time someone had made a comment about his bubble buttocks. Usually they were in jest. And he'd respond the same way.
"Sorry man" Martin found him in the kitchen an hour or so later. "I was just too drunk" he smiled and blushed.
Nathan was surprised. Martin seemed genuinely apologetic.
"No worries man, I knew you were partying" Nathan said holding his own bottle of beer in a toast gesture.
"Uh" Martin continued looking around the room "I do like you" he added "I mean you know..." he stammered.
Nathan didn't know what to say. Martin was still a bit drunk, that was obvious. He wanted to say he had been having fantasies about the guy for years ever since seeing him in his small Speedos at the swim meet.
That he had almost revealed his desires when Martin streaked the hallways of school or the summer he saw the boy usually shirtless working at the local park.
"Thanks, that's nice" Nathan chose his words carefully. For an instant he thought he should put his shirt back on. He had discarded it while dancing with the crowd.
It was a party with the usual mixture of classmates, friends and strangers. Nathan didn't know too many but danced with a group.
Claude was there. He knew about Nathan's suspicions he was gay. But nobody else did. But Claude disappeared outside to smoke joints with a group.
Nathan loved to dance. It was a world in which he could disappear, fantasize, envelope his emotions and feel his body gyrate with abandon. Sweat glowed on his smooth skin and even rolled from private areas down his thighs.
"Uh maybe we should get together, seriously man, I think I need to" Martin stammered out words that were obviously not thought out as he stepped closer.
"Maybe" Nathan said feeling Martin's body heat. He couldn't help the growth of his crotch inside his button fly jean shorts.
"Looks like you're ready too" Martin smiled his eyes aimed toward Nathan's tenting shorts.
Nathan glanced at Martin's shorts. Nathan had noticed he wore school gym shorts and it was obvious there wasn't any underwear or jockstrap. Now it was more obvious as the boys cock had become erect.
"Shit" Nathan sighed seeing the size of the blue cloth tent. "You need to take care of that before you go back"
Martin reached for his hand and put it on the erection. "It's yours" he said "Do whatever you want with it"
Nathan didn't take his hand away. His fingers felt the shape of the blood expanded cock head. He didn't feel Martin's hand at first on his own pants.
"You two ok?" Claude appeared. Martin turned toward the cabinets hiding his boner.
"Uh yea" Nathan said "We're just talking"
"If I were you guys, I'd use the back stairs; it leads to my bedroom.. Just get it over with" Claude, stoned but speaking clearly patted both boys butts. "You two need to get it over with." He repeated squeezing their flesh.
"Don't worry it's our secret, always has been, always will" he added "I'll cover for you" he left the room.
"Back stairs?" Martin asked.
Nathan pointed towards the door.
They didn't speak further but crept up the backstairs and found Claude's empty bedroom.
Neither spoke as they stood close enough to each other to sweat in their mutual body heat.
Martin struggled with his shirt and Nathan helped peel it off. His fingers moved across the boy's chest pausing to touch each nipple.
Martin closed his eyes and sighed.
Nathan licked each one and moved his tongue down the middle of Martin's torso. By the time his tongue had reached Martin's belly, the boys shorts were pulled down. His long cock bounced against Martin's cheek.
"Shit yea" Martin cried as Nathan's tongue lapped the helmet cockhead a few times. He wasn't sure what he should do or how to do it.
The shoplifted magazines had photos of men having sex. He had seen a few videos on the Claude's Internet since his parents had blocked the one at home.
"I want to fuck you" Martin said and tentatively added "and you want me to right?" His hands were already moving down Nathan's bare sweaty back towards the two round mounds of flesh.
They fell on the bed and Martin yanked at Nathan's jeans popping the fly buttons open. Nathan's own erection was freed.
"Yea you want it" Martin said seeing the indication Nathan did indeed want something.
Nathan turned over hoping Martin knew what he was doing. And if he did, how did he, did he have a condom, should Nathan ask, did Claude still have those rubbers in his bedside drawer?
There wasn't time to process his thoughts as the cock was pressing into him. Nathan pushed back hoping that would lessen the pain he had heard about.
It was over too soon. They lay there silent except for their panting.
Nathan wondered if Martin would just pull out and leave him there. Would he brag to anyone? Would he reveal that Nathan was obviously a queer boy? Would he ignore Nathan totally now? Would a rumor begin that Nathan was a slut? Would Martin tell everyone that Claude was gay too since they were friends.
He didn't know what to say.
Martin reached over his nearly naked body. "Ohhh" he said s his hand discovered Nathan's cock was still hard.
"Let's take care of this" he said and began to play with Nathan's erection and balls. "Just relax" he said in a quiet seductive voice.
Nathan felt the cock still inside him as Martin moved it. He wasn't sure if Martin was going to fuck him a second time. It felt good and he didn't want to think, just enjoy the attention Martin was paying attention to his own cock.
It seemed to take time, but the hand on his cock and balls didn't seem to care.
Nathan heard his own groans. Then he began to instruct Martin when his fingers crossed the sensitive places on his own cock head..and then he couldn't stop himself.
Nathan pushed his cock against the cock inside him as his gut elevated from churning to longing. The explosion that came sent electric shocks through his body and brain. And then too soon it was over.
He lay there not aware when Martin removed himself or left the bed.
"You ok?" Martin asked
"yea yea" Nathan said "fuck yea" he added and heard Martin laugh.
Turning towards the room, Nathan saw Martin moving towards him. He looked sexy, still naked, smiling, his penis swaying as he moved.
"Let's clean up and go back" he said holding out a wet cloth he had apparently fetched. "I want to dance" he added.
"If you do" he added.
They would know. Claude already did of course. They'd dance with each other shirtless, perhaps gyrating in a more revealing then suggestive way.
Nathan didn't care. He was no longer alone. He had Martin now.