Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 09:33:45 -0800 (PST) From: Bardiel Subject: steven and the turners 1-3 This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between young men. Although the characters are young teenagers, It doesn't mean the author endorses or approves sexual liaisons between underage teens or young men. The following story is just a fantasy. None of this stories are based on any fact known to the author. If you are not of legal age to read this, you should leave now. If you do not like stories about homosexual sex and relationships, you should leave now. If you are of legal age and like this kind of stories, then keep reading and feel free to send feedback. bardiel13@yahoo.com. Important: The story doesn't take place in the US, so don't be surprised by different seasons and such. The story is copyright 2000 by "Bardiel". If you copy the story, please leave the credits, and the email address: bardiel13@yahoo.com. Keep in mind this is my first attempt. The story starts slowly, but bear with it. You will get to the juicy part by chapter 3. Steven and the Turners Beginnings Chapter 1: It was one of those boring family reunions. My whole family gathered for Easter and I was not particularly happy. I had just lost my job teaching at an airline company since it was taken over by another company and all my students were fired. I was 18 years old at the time, and it was really hard getting a job as an English tutor. Many people didn't really trust such a young boy, but I was really good. Everyone was really impressed with my English but a 18 year old is not always taken seriously. My mother's cousin said she had really good news for me. A friend of her was tutoring four brothers in math and told her that they were looking for an English tutor. She said that the children's mother was interested in talking to me, since her boys were quite difficult with female tutors. At first I didn't like the idea at all. I was not used to working with children and I was not sure if they were going to take me any more seriously than adults did. But the worst part was that I was gay. I was in the closet but I was really afraid of working so close to young boys and teens. It wasn't that I had any strange ideas in mind, but what if I liked one of them? It had happened before. I never had the courage to tell anyone about my secret and I had never had any kind of experience with other men. But working with these children seemed like a real problem to me. I told my mother's cousin that I was not sure about it, but she insisted that it would be good for me and that maybe I would end up with more students and earning more money. The pay was good and I really needed the money. I still lived with my family but in a separate loft in the back of my house. I was quite independent and I had been living on my own for some time. So, I accepted the offer and she told me she would give my phone number to her friend so this woman could get in touch with me. I still wasn't sure about the whole idea but I thought that in the end, it might not work, so I should stop worrying so much. A week went by and I had completely forgotten about it when I received the call. "Hello, is this Steven Baker?" "Yes, who is it?" I said. "Hi, my name is Sarah Turner, I'm calling for the English classes" "Oh, yes... Hello" I replied very nervously. "Hello. I am looking for an English tutor for my younger sons. I don't know if you have any openings in your schedule but I really need your help. My children have just transferred from another school and the English level in the new one is a lot higher and the boys are having a lot of trouble. Do you think we could start next week?" "I guess so... What time would be good for you?" I said, almost fainting (I was that nervous). "Well, how about Monday, let's say 5:30 PM. Is that all right?" "Perfect. Now let's talk about your children? What are their names?" "Well, Martin is 11, and he is the one who's having more trouble. The other one is John, he is 9 but he could use some help." She told me other things about the boys, gave me her address and we discussed my pay. When everything was said and done, I was feeling a little better. I supposed there would be no trouble with the boys, and since they were so young I would have no trouble with myself. Monday came by quickly and I was nervous as hell. I dressed casually but I looked pretty well. I was 6 feet tall, dark short hair, I had a light complexion and a nice built, a result of many years of playing rugby. Everyone told me I looked really cute since I had this kind of baby face and freckles. I had my share of girls but I was never really interested in them. The truth is I was a closeted gay guy, with no experience whatsoever with men and really horny. I was horny all the time, and I was finding it more difficult to stop myself from jumping on every cute guy I saw. That sounds kind of sad, but hey, I was a 18 year old gay virgin with a huge need for sex. I took a bus to their house and rang the bell. I was received by Sarah, the children's mother, who immediately called the boys. The first one to show up was John. He was probably 4f 9", he had very short dark hair and brown eyes. The poor kid had braces and I was sure he was having a hard time with his friends at school. Next came Martin. He looked older than eleven, he was big for his age, probably 5f 3", light blond hair and deep blue eyes. She showed me to the room we were going to study in and left me to get to know the boys. Both boys were quite a handful. They were obviously not used to any kind of studying and it took a lot of hard work to make them settle down and pay attention. It turned out they were really interested in my folder which had a lot of Dragonball Z pictures on it. I have been a huge anime fan for years, and the boys were quite interested in Dragonball Z. "Where did you get this?" asked John. "Do you like it, John? "Yes, it's really cool, but call me Johnny, nobody calls me John" "OK, then, Johnny it is. How about you Martin, do you like it?" "Yes, where did you get it?" said Martin. He had the sweetest voice. "I made it myself from some cards I have" "Cool. You really like DBZ?" Martin asked. "Yes, I do. If you wanna know anything about it, just ask me. I know a lot about it. But only if you behave!" The deal was they would behave and then I would give them ten minutes to ask anything they wanted. It worked out pretty well, but they were young, and they were the youngest of four brothers. I couldn't expect any better behavior. One thing I noticed is that they really didn't get along with each other and nor did the older boys. Before the class was over, Sarah came back with another of the boys. His name was Sean, he was 13, 5f 7", brown eyes, and silky straight, sandy blond hair which he kept short except in the front. Cute guy, seemed really smart and friendly. Suddenly, this beautiful boy came in the room, all wet because of the rain outside. He was gorgeous. I heard myself gasp and hoped that nobody noticed. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, he was about 5f 10", the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and nice looking legs. I sort of stared at his shorts and I could tell he was packing quite a nice bulge.. My staring was cut short by Sarah, who introduced her oldest son, Mike who was 16. That's when I felt really scared for the first time. He was absolutely beautiful to me. Would I have to be around him? If that was the case, then I was in trouble. I couldn't keep my eyes of him and I had just met him! What would happen if I had to be around him all the time. I was nervous, but always the professional, I shook hands with him and introduced myself. "Normally, I am at work in the afternoon, so whatever you need, just ask Mike. If the boys give you any kind of trouble, please tell me so I can talk to them." said Sarah. "Ok. No problem" I said The year went by quickly. I ended up going to their house twice a week and I also ended tutoring Sean. The boys and I got along really well, but I had to be with only one at a time or they would start arguing and fighting with each other. The children gradually opened up to me and encouraged by their mother I used to talk to them whenever they had problems in school or any kind of personal problems. I guess I became closer to them than I should have, but Sarah always seemed to be OK with it. I even ended up talking to their teachers on behalf of their mother. Sometimes I felt like I was some kind of tutor slash nanny, but I really didn't mind. I liked the children that much. On the other hand, I never really had a problem with Mike, I didn't see him very often, but when I did we got along really well. Every time I was around him, I ended jerking off at night thinking of him. I wanted him alright. He was so sexy and cool. He was always talking about his conquests which only made me hornier. But I had to keep myself under control, after all this was my job. I could not risk it in any way. Everything went all right until December. Mike had to prepare for his English final examinations and he required my help. I didn't even think twice about it, thinking only of spending more time with him. We had classes everyday for two weeks and it became harder for me to control myself. One time we were talking about clothing in general when the subject came to underwear. We talked about the different kinds until he made an example on briefs by showing me his. Once again I found myself staring at his crotch. It looked big and soft. I absorbed every detail for my nocturnal sessions. It looked like I had been staring for an eternity, but I guess it must have been a few seconds. He didn't say anything but I was sure he had noticed. The year finally ended and the boys did OK, except for Martin who had to sit for a make up test in March. Sarah said she would call me in February so we could start. I was happy that I was going to continue with my work, which I ended up liking a lot. But I had no idea what was in store for the next year, and how much closer I would be getting to these boys. Chapter 2: Awakenings. The Summer was great. I had lot of fun with my friends and I gradually got my mind off the Turner kids, specially my lust for Mike. February came, and they called me to see when we could start. They had just returned from their vacations by the sea. Martin was tanned and his hair was lighter. He had turned 12 years old only a week before and he was really happy. He was in no mood to study but after telling him how important this examination was, he made the effort. It always surprised me how it seemed their parents never talked to them about school and how important it was to study, but I guess that is what I was there for. Since we were studying early in the morning, I never had the chance to see the other boys. They all slept late, it was summer after all. During the second week, I started noticing how Martin would stop doing his exercises and he just stared at me. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just staring at me, all misty eyed. For a second, I thought he liked me, but I dismissed the thought immediately. "What are you staring at?" I asked "Nothing. I was just looking at you" he said matter-of-factly "Why, is there something wrong? Did I forget to comb my hair or something?" "No, I'm sorry. I was just a million miles away" "That's your problem, you can't even concentrate on the task at hand for more than two minutes" "Sorry, I'll keep on working" "You better. And don't start making any jokes." "Why? You don't like my jokes?" he said looking at me with his best puppy eyes. He was quite a manipulator. He seemed to know which buttons to push all the time. The loudest of the four by far, he was also the shyest. If you ever came too close to exposing his lack of bravado, he would immediately fold back. But that was one of the cutest things about him. "Of course I like them, but this is not the time. You can joke all you want when we are finished" "OK. Great!" His face light up instantly at the possibility of me staying a little longer with him. I didn't mind staying for an extra twenty minutes or so with the boys. After all, I had a lot of fun with them. When the class was over, I was about to live when I ran into Sean, who had just returned from walking the dog. It was amazing. The sea air had certainly done a lot of good to his body. He looked really great. He had developed a lot during the holidays. I found myself staring at him. His hair was also lighter and a bit longer. He was tanned all over, which really suited him. He was obviously in better shape, with a little more muscle and just a hint of baby fat. He was wearing just his shorts, and I had a good look at his chest. He had the nicest brown nipples, which were erect from being exposed. I turned my head and had a good look at his ass. It was round and firm, a perfect bubble butt. I had never seen such a beautiful ass. I checked him out from head to toe and felt a slight twitch in my groin. The sensation woke me up from my dream-like state. I looked at him in the eyes. "Hi, how are you? It's been a long time!" I said. "Great, and you?" His voice had become deeper and it sounded really sexy. "Had a good time?" "Yeah! I had a lot of fun, but I'm really hoping for school to start over." Sean said, giving me one of those mischievous smiles. Mike had told me that Sean was a lot more impish than he let on. He said he always knew how to get you. And he was getting to me. I felt my cock become harder and I couldn't help it, so I put my folder in front of me. "That's great. I hope you will be paying more attention this year. You have this big test by the end of the year" I tried to sound calm, but looking at him just made me nervous. My problems were increasing, not only did I find the now 14 year old to be hot just like his brother, but my other problem was at full mast and it was in a really uncomfortable position in my jeans. I needed to shift it somehow. "OK. I have to get going. See you!" "Would you mind if I walked you to the bus stop? I don't have anything better to do" he never took his eyes of me. I didn't have time to argue. "OK, but shouldn't you tell your mother?" "It's ok, It's not that far" "Well, why don't you tell Martin? he's in the other room, just in case" I was nervous as hell. As soon as he turned around I adjusted my cock into a more comfortable position. He came back fast with his usual smile, which I wish he hadn't. It made him look so hot and confident. He walked me to the bus stop, just telling me about his vacation. When the bus arrived, he said goodbye and left for his house. I looked at him as he walked, with his back to me, and that delicious bubble butt moving rhythmically as he walked. How bad I wanted that butt. My dick stayed hard all the ride back home. As soon as I came into my loft, I took all my clothes off, and just fell on my bed. I couldn't get the picture of his face with that smile out of my head, his bubble butt kept showing up in my mind. I was so hot. I grabbed my uncut 7" cock and started gently pulling the foreskin down, and then up again. I kept conjuring his body in my mind and I imagined myself sucking those nice little brown nipples. Watching his face contort by the pleasure I was giving him. His smile ever present as he moaned my name. Caressing his butt cheeks with my hands, pulling him closer to me and feeling his erect boy cock against my chest. Slowly removing his shorts and boxers, feeling the hot skin of his cheeks in my hands until his cock was free and the heat of his organ pressed against my chest. I was starting to breath heavily and I could feel the orgasm approaching. I sped up the rhythm and suddenly spurt after spurt of my hot cum started jetting out of my engorged dick. The first spurt was so powerful it landed on my face followed by other strong spurts all over my chest. I was overwhelmed by the power of my orgasm. I was by far the best ever. I massaged my chest with the cum and tasted it. It was strong and salty and a little bitter but it tasted great to me. I'd have given anything to have Sean's cum in my mouth. I went to the bathroom and had a nice relaxing shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was pleased with what I saw. I was certainly good looking but I was still afraid of coming out of the closet. And now it was worse, 'cause it could really screw up my job. I kept thinking about Sean. How could he look so great in such a short time. A growth spurt of course. He wasn't a lot taller, but he was certainly more developed and masculine. His hair looked great as it always did, short except for the front which rested on his forehead just over his eyes. I started thinking about his brother Mike, also. He was really good looking, nice build, great arms and legs, great smile and that bulge I had seen covered by his briefs. Suddenly, I felt a little guilty. This were my student's for God's sake! I was their tutor. And we had a whole year of classes ahead of us. What if one of them noticed me checking them out? Jesus! For all I knew, Sean could have easily noticed when I was doing it barely an hour ago! But then he wouldn't have walked with me (unless he wanted something). There I go again! This has to stop! I had to think it over. I couldn't help finding them hot and neither could I stop jerking off thinking of them. But I had to be more careful when I looked at them. After all, they were not gay! Or so I thought... Martin did all right in his test and the year started as usual. I received a lot of calls from other parents. Apparently, I had gained quite a reputation in school, and the Turner brothers bragged with their friends about their cool teacher who knew everything about anime (which was becoming a huge trend). I had a lot of new students which I set up in groups. The only thing I was very careful with, was that I didn't get overly personal like I had with the Turner's. The year was going great for me and it was about to get a lot more interesting. Martin kept staring at me from time to time and I kind of got used to it and never said a thing. Sean started asking me questions about going out and sex which made me feel all hot and bothered. Fortunately, he was usually along his best friend Jay, who helped me stay in check. The boys were really curious, like all boys their age, and soon I would fantasize about them jacking of together. Jay was bigger and seemed older than 14. He was 5f 10" and he was built like a football player. But, despite his looks, he couldn't keep a straight face and was always making the lamest jokes. Mike liked to make fun of him a lot and I usually joined him against the "dynamic duo" like we called them. Johnny was his usual self, never wanting to study and always refusing to work, but I knew he would do it in the end, like he always did. One evening, I was alone with Martin. I was reading something about the Guinness World of Records to him. My left hand was holding the book and my right hand was on the table in front of Martin. I wasn't paying attention to him when suddenly I felt his breath against my arm. I ignored him and kept on reading. After a while he pressed his left chick against my arm and started rubbing it along my arm. He alternated his chicks and kept on rubbing. I was really nervous. Should I say something? Should I tell him to stop? Was this some kind of joke to see my reaction? The truth is, I didn't want him to stop. I decided I would pretend like nothing had happened and just take my arm away. This sort of thing kept on going and progressing. He did it whenever he had the chance. He started kissing my arm and rubbing his face in it. After some time, it became wilder. He licked my arm and one time he even licked one of my fingers. He smelled my arm and hand and I could tell he really liked that. I never said a word and neither did he. I was afraid that whatever I said might hurt him or that he might take it the wrong way. On the other hand, who knows what he was thinking. The point is, I liked it and I could not deny it. The other thing that grew was my relationship with Sean. He would always come to me with questions about anything and everything. He always asked me to stay with him after classes and help him with other stuff or with some video game. I really liked the chance to be with him. Then, I started noticing a new thing. When he came to the room for his class, he would usually be sweaty, his face red and he really seemed all hot and bothered; until one class I realized something. He smelled of cum. He must have surely been jacking off before coming. Why did he do it? Why always before our class? Could it be true? That's when things got even more complicated. By August, all this things were beginning to be difficult to bare, that's when Mike asked me if he could take classes with me, separate from his brothers. He had to prepare for a really important test by the end of the following year so we decided to have classes two times a week. Having classes with Mike was a lot of fun. We instantly clicked. We felt really good around each other. We would talk a lot about nothing in particular. We talked for hours every time, sometimes for three to four hours without realizing it. We started hanging out together. I really liked him. Not only did I like him in a sexual way but as a friend too. That would prove to be a big mistake,,, The sexual tension within me was reaching its limits. It was very difficult to be around this boys. I was starting to develop a crush for Sean. I didn't want to admit it, but I kept thinking about him all day. He was my most priced fantasy at night. But then, there was Mike. He was just as good looking as Sean, but in a different way. The way he talked and smiled to me. The way he moved his hands while he talked. That little string of spit in the corner of his mouth when he wouldn't stop talking. But we had become friends, and I knew he liked girls. He talked how they where all over him. Sean, on the other hand, never spoke about any girl in particular, only when Jay was around. And there also was the fact of his jerking off before our classes. I was sure about it now. The smell was unmistakable and there was one time when I actually saw a wet spot in his trousers. I loved the way he looked in his school uniform. He was always around when I was there and he was the one to call me when there was a problem with our schedule. I had to make a decision. I couldn't take it any more. So I chose who I thought was the right one. But as usual it wasn't up to me. "Sean, you are very quiet today. Everything ok?" "Yeah, everything's fine" "Are you sure? you don't seem to be that well. You know you can talk to me if you need to, don't you?" "Yes, I know. But I'm not sure I can talk to you about this. It's kind of difficult" "You know you can trust me. We've known each other for some time, and we've talked about a lot of things" "I know, but..." I could tell he was really nervous. He had little drops of sweat on his forehead and over his upper lip. "But...what?" I asked really anxious. "I...um...eh. I think..." he was getting more nervous. "Take your time, don't be nervous. Just take a deep breath." "I think I'm...err...I think I'm in love!" There he said it. I felt so nervous I was starting to sweat as well. "Really? That's great!" "You think so?" "Of course! That's wonderful!" "Yeah, I guess so." "Could you tell me who it is? Or is it a secret?" anxiety burning my guts. "Well, yeah ... I guess so..." "Well...?" "It's this girl from school. She is new." I was devastated. For a second I actually thought he was in love with me. But then I realized just how stupid I was. If he had any feelings for me they couldn't be more than what he felt for an older brother. Man, how stupid of me! For a second I really hoped he would say my name, but that's just stupid. That was just so stupid... "Really? What's her name?" I tried to play it cool but I wasn't doing a good job. "Well, err...Her name's... Grace." "Is she nice?" "Yes, I s'pose. She is quite nice. Jay say's she's really hot" I could tell he was more than nervous so I decided it was better to change the subject. Out of the blue, came Jay, the obnoxious not so little buddy. "Hi, there! Am I interrupting anything? Have you finished?" he was as crude as ever. "No, not at all. I think we are almost finished" I answered. "Give us a minute Jay. Why don't you wait in my room?" offered Sean. "Ok" and he left as fast as he came. "Are you all right? You seem a little worked up." "It's ok. Just don't tell anyone what I said, ok? Not even Jay." he was pleading and I could see he was scared by the look in his eyes. "Don't worry. I won't tell a soul. You can trust me. Walk me to the door?" "Yeah, sure." I was about to leave, heartbroken and miserable. I had let my feelings for this boy take control of me. I should have known it was never going to happen. But still, somewhere deep inside me, I had always hoped, and still did, that it would work. "Wait a second. I still need to ask you something!" I could tell he was still very nervous. "What is it?" I just didn't care anymore. "I can't say it here. Is it all right if I come by your house to talk to you?" "By my house?! Are you sure?" what was this all about? "Yes, I can't talk here. I'd feel better in your house." "Wouldn't you feel more comfortable talking to your dad or to Mike?" "No! I'd die of shame. I can only talk to you!" I could tell that it was serious. I wasn't going to deny him my help. I was heartbroken but I was no animal. "OK. Do you know how to get there? Do you need directions?" "No. I've been by your house a few times. Jay lives a few blocks away. We rode by with our bikes a couple of times. I hope you don't mind." "It's ok. When will you be showing up?" "I was thinking I might go by tomorrow. I was going to stay at Jay's house for a sleep over, but I guess I can tell him I will be arriving late. And I can tell my mother I'm going after school. How does it sound?" "It's ok by me, but what if Jay calls here asking for you? What will your mother think?" "That's alright. She is working late tomorrow. No one will know." "It sounds really important" "It is, at least to me. Will you be there by six?" "Yes, no problem. I'll see you tomorrow, then." "Great. See you tomorrow." I left his house more confused than I had arrived. My hopes for having something with him were crushed. My heart was a million pieces. And now, he was going to come to my house to talk about who knows what. I realized then my mistake. I had become to close to these kids. I had become some sort of an older brother but still an outsider. They could talk to me without fear of ridicule. That was great for them. But it was tearing me apart. Unbeknownst to Sean and me, someone had heard our conversation, and he was anxious to see were it led. Chapter 3: Sean I didn't get much sleep that night. I was hurt. I was hurt and tired. Everything I'd hoped for went sour. I made a mistake by letting my feelings dominate me. It wasn't the first time it happened, though. I lost one of my best friends that way. I never made a move on him, but the tension kept increasing and we finally grew apart. That was not the case this time. I would still be seeing him quite a lot so I had to get over myself. I had learned that nothing could keep me down as long as I didn't want it to, so I took a deep breath and finally got some sleep. I woke up really late the next day, but that was normal. I always went to bed late. My friends always joked about my strange sleeping habits. They used to say I was some sort of vampire. It was a nice day, not too hot, and there was a nice breeze. I took a relaxing shower and got dressed as usual. I prepared some stuff in my computer for one of my classes and I still had some time left, so I turned on my Playstation and played for a while. It was Friday, so I made my way to the bus stop. I had classes with Mike but his brothers would still be at school. I arrived around 3:00 and he was waiting at the door. "Well, Hello there! How's it going?" he welcomed me. He seemed really happy. "Hi, what's up? Ready to work?" "Of course, I'm always ready!" "Oh, yes, I keep forgetting. That must be the reason why we never get anything done!" "Hey, that's so unfair. I did a couple of exercises last week!" "Oh my God! Then we shouldn't do anything else for a couple of months!" "Ok, I get it. But I'm in a better mood today. I'll work hard." "Are you alright? do you have a fever or something?" I couldn't get enough of him. "No, I'm just happy. Can I get you anything to drink?" "A glass of water would be nice, thanks." He went to get my drink and again I couldn't help looking at his butt. He had a nice firm butt. He was wearing his rugby shorts as usual. "I'm wearing boxers today!" he said as he came back and showed me his boxers by stretching the waistband. I couldn't look anywhere else. " Wow, lady bugs! That's so lame! I thought you were some kind of Casanova! What are you doing with something like that?" I couldn't hold back. I was laughing so hard it hurt. Here was a guy who was always talking about his conquests with the lamest boxers I've seen. "My mother bought them. Do you really think they look that bad?" "I'm sorry. I guess they don't matter if they are worn by such a hunk!" "Nothing looks bad on me. I bet you'd like to see what's under them!" "Don't say it twice or I'll do it!" We both laughed at my comment, but I meant what I said. My cock was already hard. "Any new girlfriend?" I asked. "Girlfriend?! I've never been with a chick for more than two months. I'm too good for only one woman!" "So you keep telling me, but I've still haven't seen any!" "How about you? Anyone special?" "Not interested, thank you. I'm Ok" "What do you mean "not interested"? No girls? You are quite good looking... I mean you must have some admirers!" "Well, thank you. I'm glad you noticed" I kind of blushed for a second. "But I'm not looking for any kind of relationship right now" I always surprised myself with my ability to keep a straight face while telling such lies. We kept on talking for a while and we managed to study a little. But when I looked at my watch it was already 5:30. Sean was coming by my house today and I was really curious about the reason. "I'm sorry, I have to leave at once" "What's up? Why are you in such a hurry?" "I have to get home before six, I ... have to help my sister with some school work." "Ok. No problem. I guess I'll see you next week?" "Sure, great. See you next week!" I was in such a hurry I almost forgot my books. "Hey, aren't you forgetting something? Man, it must be something really important." "Oh, yes. Sorry" "Would you like to catch a movie tomorrow? If you have no plans, of course." "Yes, sure, why not? Why don't you call me tomorrow to work out the details?" "Great, I'll call you, then. Bye." "Bye." I ran to the bus stop. Thankfully the bus came shortly after. I was quite nervous, and I wasn't sure why. Sean would probably want to talk about that girl he liked, but the idea of having him over was exciting. We would be at my place and no matter what happened, I'd still have the chance to check him out more comfortably. I arrived home at five to six. I was taking my keys out of my pocket when I heard him calling. "Hi!" he said. He looked happy and anxious at the same time.. "Hi! I'm sorry I'm late. Have you been waiting for long?" "Just a couple of minutes." I showed him inside. My loft wasn't big, but it was nice and comfortable. It had a nice bathroom, a small kitchen and a nice room slash studio slash living room. "Make yourself at home. Care for a drink?" "A coke would be nice, thanks!" I grabbed a coke for him and a glass of water for me. I sat on a chair and motioned him to sit across from me on the couch. "Thanks, I was really thirsty. I came directly from school." "Ok, mister. We don't have a lot of time. At what time are you supposed to arrive at Jay's?" "I told him around eight." "Ok, then. We have a couple of hours. What is it you want to tell me?" I was very curious about this whole thing, but I kept myself cool. "Well, you see... there's this dance next week, and..." he was breathing heavily. Whatever it was it was upsetting him quite a lot. "I see. And this girl "Grace" is going to be there. Is that it?" "Well... sort of ... yes." "Des she know about your feelings?" "Well... I don't think so. I've been trying to tell her but it always comes out wrong." He looked really sad about that and I could easily relate to him. I had been trying to build my courage to approach him in some way but I never could and now he was asking me for advice on how to do it. "And what exactly do you want from me? I'm not sure I can give you any good advice on that matter." "No, it's not that. I was just wondering if you could show me how to..." "How to what?" "Well, I wonder if you can show me how to dance, you know... slow dance?" "Oh... I see. You've never done it before? That's easy, no problem!" I jumped at the chance of being able to hold him a little close to me. Just the idea of holding him during some romantic tune was certainly appealing. "Really, are you ok with it?" "Sure, no problem. Should I put some music on?" "Yes, please." I grabbed one of my romantic CDs and put it on my stereo. He stood up and looked at me waiting for instructions. I put the theme from Top Gun which I've always found very romantic. "Ok. First you have to hold me by the waist and I'll put my arms on your shoulders." The moment he touched me I felt an electric current running through my body. I couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. I felt the heat of his body close to mine and my cock started reacting immediately. I could feel it growing to its fullest and I hoped he wouldn't notice. "Am I doing all right?" "Yes, ... great. Now you just move slowly from side to side and let the music take you. Just follow the rhythm. "Ok..." I could tell he was as nervous as me. We were both starting to sweat a little and the emotions within me were almost overwhelming. "There is another thing..." he said, with his head hanging low, looking at the floor. "What is it?" I was getting all worked up, and I couldn't help it. I was so close to him. Closer than I ever imagined I would. Here was the boy I had a huge crush on, dancing slowly with me. "What do I do if..." "Yes?" "If I want to kiss her?" This was too much. I thought I was going to faint. But I had to keep it up, at least a little more. "Well... you just talk to her softly and when you feel the moment is right... you just move closer and... then you try to kiss her" He was looking me straight in the eyes now. My excitement was growing. I was going out of my mind. "What if she looks away or just pulls away from me?" "Then it was not meant to be. But if she doesn't look away then you can go for it" We were getting closer by the second. His breath was getting closer to my face and he was still staring at me. I couldn't believe what was happening. He was getting closer and I was inching my head towards his. It was going to happen. My mind was in a million places all at once. Should I go for it? Should I pull away? I didn't want this moment to end but at the same time I was more scared than ever. The excitement and anxiety were tearing me apart. And then, I could feel his breath on my lips. We were so close. Our mouths just an inch away from each other. "You are not looking away:" he said softly, so softly I barely heard him. His breath felt so great. "And I'm not pulling away, either." He pressed his lips against mine shyly. His lips were so soft and they felt great against mine. I felt so alive and peaceful at the same time. I had waited for such a moment for so long and it was happening. It felt greater than I had ever imagined. I started kissing him on the lips, softly at first, but increasingly more passionately. He responded in he same way and I moved my hands to the back of his head and started stroking it softly. I was feeling his silky hair through my fingers, all the while pushing him closer to me. His hands moved to my back and started exploring freely. He was feeling every muscle, every contour of my back, making my dick throb painfully in my jeans. I probed his mouth with my tongue and felt it relax letting me into it. He responded by wrestling his tongue with mine, just exploring at first, but with more intensity every second. I used my other hand to pull him closer to me, feeling his chest pressed against mine. That's when I felt his dick against mine, radiating so much heat I couldn't believe. I had the man I wanted close to me and I still couldn't get enough. I lowered my hand to his butt and pressed it gently on one of his ass chicks. I felt him moan a little in my mouth and I moaned a little myself. We were rubbing against each other, feeling the most pleasure I had ever felt. I could feel my knees shaking a little so I stood against my desk. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but I'm sure it wasn't that long. Soon we had to stop to take a breath. We were both breathing heavily and I certainly could not speak. "That was great. I was so afraid... you were going to get mad. I'm sorry." "There's... nothing to be sorry about. It felt great to me, too. I've been waiting for it for so long. I can't believe you did it!" I held him closer to me and he rested his head on my shoulder. "I've wanted to do it for so long. I just didn't know how. I mean... " "I know, I was about to make my move when you told me you were in love with that girl. I've wanted to be with you since I saw you that morning when you walked me to the bus stop. You are a great kisser, by the way." He kissed me softly one more time and we started making out. But this time it was different. It was more relaxed and caring. I just couldn't stop kissing him. I needed more. "That was my first kiss." "Mine too. I'm so happy I finally got to kiss you." "That girl doesn't exist, you know? I'm in love with you. I want to be with you!" "I'm in love with you too." I kissed him softly once again. "But we have to be very careful. No one can know about this." "I know." He started kissing me again. This time with more passion. I started kissing and licking his neck, and he really seemed to like it. I could feel his hands in my chest. He was trying to unbutton my shirt. I couldn't stop him. I put my hands under his T-shirt and worked my way up his back. His skin was so smooth and soft, it felt so hot. He managed to open my shirt and took it out of my pants. "I want to make love to you..." I looked at him. He had those pleading eyes again. I wanted to make love to him so bad.. "I want to make love to you, too. But you are supposed to be at Jay's house in an hour. I don't think it's such a good idea." "I don't care. I need to be with you. I've wanted it for so long" He started tugging at my shirt and I helped him get it of from me. "You have no idea how bad I want you. Are you sure.?" I asked anxiously. "What do you mean?" "I mean there's no turning back. I really want to do it. But not just once. I'd really like to be your... boyfriend" There it was, right in the open. My feelings and emotions were taking over again. "Really? Do you really mean it?" he looked really happy with the idea. "Of course. I want to be with you more than anything!" "Then ask me!" I couldn't believe my luck. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, but I couldn't be happier. "Sean, would you be my boyfriend?" "Yes!! Steve, I love you! I came close to him and took of his T-shirt. We both stared at each other. I was about to make love to this beautiful boy and there was nothing in this world which could ruin my love for him. And the best part was that he loved me back. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to be with him no matter what. I took his hand and led him to my bed. I told him to sit down while I knelt in front of him. "I love you." he whispered. I kissed him fully on the lips and parted his lips with my tongue. He responded by pulling me close to him putting his arms around me. I started kissing him all over his face and neck. I slowly moved down his chest until I found his left nipple. I breathed softly over it and I heard him giggle. "That feels nice" he said. I licked his nipple a few times and heard him moaning softly. I started nibbling and sucking at it, gently at first until I couldn't hold back any more. He started breathing heavier and moaning louder. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! I can't believe how good it feels. AAAAAAHH! Please don't stop! Please!" I used my left hand and started playing with his other nipple. My cock was beginning to feel really uncomfortable and I could feel it was making quite a wet spot on my boxers by the amount of pre cum it was oozing. I replaced my left hand with my mouth and started working on his right nipple. I used my free hand to unbutton my jeans. I could feel the wet spot starting to form on my jeans. I slid the zipper down, but didn't dare come any closer to my dick. I was so hot, so in heaven, I knew the slightest touch would set me off. Sean was still moaning and I knew he couldn't take much more so I started licking down towards his navel. The closer I got the better I could smell the scent coming from his pants. I gave his navel a quick lick an looked at the small trail of hair going down to his crotch. I put my hand over his bulge an squeezed it gently. "Please, take it out, I can take any more!" I could feel his jeans were a little damp and they smelled great. I pressed my face against his covered cock and took a deep breath. I heard him take a deep breath and hold it for a couple of seconds. I couldn't wait any longer. I unbuckled his belt and open his pants one button at a time. "Oh, yes!" he cried "Get up, let me take them off." He stood up in a second and watched me as I slid them off. He was wearing boxers and I could see just the tip of his cock coming through the front. When I was about to take his boxers of he stopped me. "It's my turn now." He stood up right in front of me and started kissing me all over my chest. He started dropping my pants from behind, feeling up my butt as he did it. My jeans quickly fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. We were both standing only in our boxers. I took him in my arms and kissed him hard. I could feel his hands in my waist, so close to my cock. We looked at each other and we both dropped our boxers to the floor. His cock was beautiful; 6 inches, uncut, smooth all over. His balls were full and round and hang loosely under his cock. I saw hi face while he was looking at mine. He was surprised but I could see he wanted it. "It's so big!" he said "Come closer. Let me have a closer look at you" The moment our bodies touched I felt like dying. His cock brushing against mine, our bodies sweating all over; grinding against each other. I knew I couldn't take much more and I was certain he was close. I laid him on my bed again and I went straight for his cock. I took it in my hand and gave it a couple of tugs. I moved my mouth closer and quickly took it in. He gasped the moment he entered my mouth. His body was pulsing and I knew he was close. I started bobbing my head up and down all the while looking at his face. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. His breath was coming in shorter, harder gasps and it took only a couple of more thrusts. He came in my mouth with such force, shoving his hips higher. I almost gagged when he pushed too hard but I resisted. I drank all of his cum without loosing a drop. It was quite a lot but I was determined to have it. He tasted incredible; salty but sweet at the same time. It was incredible. I let go of his cock and looked at him. He was spent. He was sweaty and breathing hard but absolutely content. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I want to do it to you. I want to do for you what you just did for me." I sat on the bed and he bent on his knees in front of me. He took my cock in his hand and started pulling on it. Then, he smiled at me and had a closer look at my cock. He pulled the foreskin back and gave my head a tentative lick. He must have liked the taste, 'cause he took it in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down. I couldn't believe the pleasure he was giving me. He couldn't take more than half of it but he soon found a good rhythm. Y grabbed him by the back of his head and stroked his hair. I was getting closer with every movement, the heat inside his mouth and the feeling of his tongue were almost unbearable. I felt that familiar feeling on my nuts and the force of my orgasm exploding in his mouth. He wasn't ready for it and he gagged a little but he kept licking and sucking. I pulled him up and kissed him. I could feel my cum in his mouth and the kiss became hotter and wilder. He laid on top of me and we kept on making out for some time. I couldn't be happier, no way. He had given me something I had waited for so long. I was in love with him and I never wanted to let go. But then I remembered! "What time is it?!" I asked. I looked at the clock and it way past eight. "Look at the time!" "I know" he said "but I don't want to leave. Not now" "I know, but I don't want us to get in trouble, either. I want to stay with you, but we'll get in trouble if you don't show up." "All right, but I'll be coming by tomorrow before I go home!" "I was hoping you would." and I kissed him on the lips. "But you can't go wearing that. Anyone could notice the smell." "What should I do? I didn't bring any spear clothes. I always sleep with just my boxers" "That's a nice picture! But seriously. I have a pair that are a little small for me, but I've always kept them because I think they look really sexy. Do you want them?" "Yeah!" his face lit up immediately. "Please, I'd love to wear them!" "Ok. Just be careful with your pants, they still have that wet spot on them." "I know, I'll think of something" After we were dressed, we made out for a couple of minutes and then I walked him to Jay's. I had to stop around the corner in case somebody saw me. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye, even if we knew we were going to see each other the next morning. He came closer and gave the sweetest and cutest kiss on the chick. I saw him walk away and I couldn't help it. I smiled. I had a boyfriend. I loved him and he loved me. We had just had sex. Life couldn't get any better. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ That's it. I hope you liked it. comments will be greatly appreciated. This was my first attempt. Expect more every week!