Greetings, one and all. This is my first story to be submitted to the Nifty archives, and if you're reading this, then it was accepted! Yay! Anyway, this is a story of complete fiction. The characters are real, the story is not. It is merely a fantasy that I wish would happen. Enjoy.
By the way, I don't care who reads this. If you're mature enough to handle it, then more power to you. If the word "gay" makes you gag, then leave. :) You may save one copy for your enjoyment, but do not distribute this without my name and credits on it.
*BRRRRRRRRING*
The loud class change bell knocked my english teacher out of her extremely boring speech about Julius Caesar. I gathered my books, put them in my backpack, and stood up to leave the classroom. How one person could make a great play so boring, by explaining things we, in an honors class, should know already, was beyond me.
Besides, French was next, and the person I had fallen in love with was in the class. I could hardly wait to get across the school.
I shoved my way out of the room and pushed into the throng of people. Three minutes later, I had moshed my way down to French class, entered, and took a seat.
Then the object of my affection walked in.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. His smooth, cocoa skin, his radiant smile, his laugh, his eyes, his voice. Even the name....Barry. Music to my ears. My head followed him directly to his seat. What I wouldn't give to be the seat of that desk.
"Bonjour, class!" came an older voice from up front. As if it was some automatic trigger for me, my head snapped forward and I responded, along with everyone else, "Bonjour, professeur!" Our teacher then began going over what we were doing that class period.
Gag me with a spoon. Yet another boring day in French.
Ninety minutes and one lunch period later, it was time to leave class and go to Chemistry. As I headed out the door, I felt a warm hand on my back and almost melted into a quivering puddle on the floor. I knew it was Barry.
"Hey, Matt!" he said, flashing his bright smile.
I was speechless, as usual, around him.
"H...huh...hu...hi...hi Barry." I said, managing an almost sickly grin.
"God, French was boring today, wasn't it?" he said. I merely nodded. "Listen," he continued, "I was going to the park to play tennis later after school, and seeing as you're a beginner.." Insert smirk here, I thought. "....maybe you'd like to join me in playing a few sets."
Damn it. My one weakness. I couldn't resist any invitation made by Barry.
"Uhh...sure...my racket's in the trunk of my car...I'll meet you there at five?" I said, with the same sickly grin.
"Great!" came that wonderful voice again, with a smile.
For some reason, I could hardly wait until school was out...
3:10 PM...the time of celebration for all the teenagers in the school. I knew it was celebration time for me.
I headed out to my car in the parking lot. Opening up the trunk to take my racket out and put my backpack in, I noticed Molly, my good friend, putting something into the trunk of her car. Her head popped up a second later, and said a very energetic "Hi!" to me. I returned the greeting.
"So, what're you gonna be doing later?" she inquired with a smile. "Oh.." I looked down at the racket in my hand, "just gonna get my ass kicked in a few matches of tennis with Barry." I replied.
"Barry, huh? You sure are spending a lot of time with him lately." she said, cocking an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean anything!" I said, half defensively. "But you'd like it to, wouldn't you?" she said, giving me a grin. "You damn right." I said, smiling. "Listen, I don't have to meet Barry at the courts until five...would you like to come with me and get a burger? I need to talk to you about something." I said. "Sure! I'll just get Nita to drive my car home." she said, and ran off to give Nita her keys. She ran back, and jumped in the passenger side of my car.
We arrived at Burger King a while later, got our food, and sat down to a leisurely dinner.
Molly was the first to speak. With a mouthful of onion rings, I made out the words, "So, you like Barry, huh?"
With other people nearby, I nearly choked on my Whopper. After regaining my composure, I nodded.
Molly slurped her Coke. "He IS cute...nice ass too." This time, I choked on my onion rings. Molly giggled. "Best of luck to ya, you know."
I smiled. "Thanks." I said. We talked for a while longer, until it dawned on me to look down on my watch.
"Shit! It's 4:50! It's been fun, Molly, but I gotta go. I'll drop you off at your house on the way to the courts." I said. Molly nodded. We put up our trays and left for the car.
After dropping Molly off at her home, I arrived at the tennis courts at 4:57. I didn't see Barry's car anywhere, and there was no one else there. I decided to start whapping some tennis balls against the wall.
After two rounds of self-tennis, balancing on the balance beams, and several showtunes, I had about given up on Barry. It was 5:45 and I was tired.
Just then, I looked toward the entrance of the park. I recognized the white car immediately.....Barry's. This didn't seem right to me. His car seemed to slowly crawl into a parking space, and he took a long time getting out.
When he turned to look at me, my face contorted into one of horror.
His eyes had been blackened and bruised. He had cuts on his face, arms, and legs. Walking with a limp, he barely made it over to me before he collapsed into my arms. I caught him before he hit the ground, and carried him over to the bench. He gasped, and looked at me in tears. My face softened, and I quietly asked him what was wrong and what had happened.
He took a deep, almost raspy, breath and laid his head on my shoulder. "I...told...my dad...something I...shouldn't have...told...him.." He gulped for air and started crying again on my shoulder.
My heart began to ache for this broken man in my arms. I gently rubbed his head and his back.
"I can't believe your dad did this to you," I said, "you're coming home with me."
I was going to take care of him no matter what. Damn straight.
He lifted his head up and smiled. "Really?" he said, through tears. I took my index finger and gently whiped away his tears. "Of course. You are my best friend, and I will not have this happen to you. I will take care of you until you are better, and then we're going to deal with your father."
Barry simply smiled at me again, before losing conciousness again. I
hefted him in my arms, gently placed and secured him in the backseat of
my car, climbed in the driver's seat, and took off toward home.
(Note: I'd like to thank everyone for the positive feedback. I'm glad you like the story, and please keep with it as I make it even better. So, without further adieu, Part 3. Oh, and anything starting with an asterisk (*) is a thought.)
I pulled into the empty garage attached to my house and shut off the engine. I looked over my shoulder at the person in the backseat and saw him sound asleep. Either that, or he was still unconcious. But isn't that really the same thing?
I opened my car door, pivoted around to the back seat, and gently gathered Barry up in my arms. He felt so warm against my body. Heading up the steps, I remembered I needed to punch the security code into the panel by the door before it would open. With Barry still in my arms, I leaned over, and with my nose, punched in the code. A computer generated voice responded "Access...Granted." and the door swung open. I walked in and closed it with my foot.
I looked around the empty house, now glad that my parents had gone on that company trip to Europe for a week. That, coupled with the fact that the coming week was spring break, left me much time to care for Barry.
I gently placed him down on the couch and covered him with a blanket. He seemed cold. After I made sure he was comfortable, I went into the spacious kitchen and got some Tylenol for the enormous headache I felt coming on. After taking the medicine, I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down in the recliner that was near the couch to watch over Barry.
After a few hours, I noticed that he was beginning to stir and got out of the chair and sat down on the edge of the couch. "Wha...wh...where am I?" he asked. "You're at my house, remember? Your dad beat the shit out of you and I'm taking care of you." I said with a smile. "Oh." he said, trying to get up. He groaned. "Come on, Barry," I continued, "we've got to get these injuries taken care of. The cuts don't look serious enough for stitches." I said, helping him up.
He limped into the bathroom with my help. Sitting him down on the small bench we had made especially for things that happen like this, I went to get disinfectant, bandages, and good old warm soap and water, with washcloths.
I returned a moment later with all this, and watched him cringe. "It won't hurt but for a second. Do you have any bruises or cuts elsewhere that I can't see?"
He nodded, and motioned all over his body.
*Aw shit. Ok, Matt, I thought, gotta keep your libido under control. You are taking care of him, it is just a body, no matter how good looking. Keep calm.
I swallowed once, and said, "Okay, well, then, we had better get you a bath...it will do more disinfecting than any of this stuff in my hands will do. Stand up."
He teetered up to a standing position. I inquired, "Do you need help?" He lifted an arm, cried out in pain, and nodded.
*Sigh. Ok. Here we go. Libido under control. Blood flow regular. One..two..three...
I stepped closer, and gently manuevered his dark green sweatshirt off. I was shocked at what I saw.
Over his smooth, defined, ebony chest and stomach, were huge welts and dark marks. His muscular back was crisscrossed with welts. He hung his head and began crying again.
*Fuck libido. It's all or nothing this time. Go for it...he might like it. If he doesn't, I can just play it off...
I gently raised his head, chin in my hand. Leaning in close, I moistened my lips and gently kissed his tears away, and ran the back of my hand down his cheek.
*Response? Is there a response? Keep looking, Matt. Brace for it...
He simply looked at me, expressionless. Nothing could be heard but the slight hum of the central heating and air.
*Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck..
He leaned in closer to me..closer....closer. In a deep voice, he whispered, "I've wanted to do this since I met you."
*What the.....?
His lips met mine and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. He nibbled on my upper lip as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
Breaking the kiss, I simply smiled. "You...me...kiss...um..wow.." I stammered. Barry simply smiled.
"I want to thank you for taking care of me. I want to become closer to you." he said. "Of course." I said, with a grin. He smiled again, and said, "How about that bath now?" "Sure," I said, "let me help you here." He stopped me as I bent down.
He laid his hands on my chest, then started unbuttoning my shirt. "No..both of us are..unclean." he said, with an allknowing grin.
I simply smiled.....
I let my smile fall, and took Barry's hands from the buttons on my shirt. "No. I will get myself undressed. I'm here to take care of you. Your arms hurt too much to be doing something like that." I said, as I kissed him again. My lips moved from his lips, down his neck, and to his smooth, muscular chest. I gently kissed the inflicted injuries and began lapping at his pronounced nipples, making him moan. Moving down from there, I gently kissed down the middle of his torso, and through his six-pack of abdominal muscles. I knelt down.
The Holy Grail. His bluejeans...
I undid his belt, and slid it out of the loops. I undid the button, and pulled the zipper down, letting the jeans fall to the floor. I was now face to face with his manhood, encased in a tight pair of boxer briefs. I stood up and cupped the bulge in one hand, gently rubbing it, feeling the large organ begin to expand. I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. I knew what that look was. Pure exstacy.
I gently placed my thumbs under the waistband and slid them down, kneeling down once again. His eight inch, hard, throbbing cock was right in front of my face. I looked up at Barry. He simply gave a small nod of acknowledgement.
I darted my tounge out and licked the beautiful brown head. Barry hissed. I gently slid it into my mouth, making sure not to scrape my teeth. I moved my tounge all around as I descended the length of the penis. Slowly, but surely, I had the entire length of his cock in my mouth, and my nose resting against his smooth skin. I began moving up and down on it, applying just the right amount of suction. My right hand played and caressed his perfect, rounded balls, and my left was at the base of his penis, rubbing and stroking.
I felt him begin to tense up, and he cried out, "Unnngh! Matt...I'm gonna..I..." He blew forth his load into my waiting mouth, and I tried to swallow it all, but was unsuccessful. Some of his thick cream oozed out onto my chin as I swallowed one last time. Letting the flaccid cock slip from my mouth, I stood up. Barry leaned in and licked up what had trickled down out of my mouth.
"My..god.." he gasped. "Was it good for you?" I said and smiled. We
both giggled as he stepped out of his clothes on the floor. I took my shirt
off, and slipped out of my pants, then my underwear. Barry simply cat-called.
With all his strength, he traced the small line of hair leading from the
middle of my chest downwards, finally ending by grabbing my soft cock in
his hands and gently stroking it. As it began to expand under his grip,
I removed his hand and smiled. "Ah ah ah...later. When you have strength
back." He pouted. I knelt down near the bathtub and started the water.
Once it was filled and at the right temperature, I helped him to sit down
on the non-slip mat. I sat down behind him, and felt him lay back against
me. "Just relax," I said, while soaping up the washcloth, "and I'll take
care of it."
Barry began to stir, and his eyes began to blink open. "Shhh..shhh.." I said, while kissing him on the forehead, "Go back to sleep. I'm just adding more warm water." He grunted and closed his eyes again.
We stayed in the warm water for a while longer, me singing gentle lullabies..and Barry..just..well....sleeping. I knew it was time to get out when I noticed my entire foot was starting to prune.
I gently woke up Barry, and stood up, almost bonking my head on the shower curtain rod. Cradling him in my arms again, I took him over to the bench again, slipped a towel around my waist, and began bandaging his cuts. He was barely awake, but that was probably best that he didn't see his cuts yet again. Finishing that up, I went into my wardrobe and grabbed a loose fitting shirt and a pair of baggy underwear. I went back to the bathroom, helped him into the clothes, and then carried him to the large king sized bed in my room. I shucked the towel I had on, and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and a white v-neck shirt, and put them on. Crawling into the other side of the bed, I pulled the down comforter over both of us, and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling him close.
He gently spooned and scooted into me, and I smiled, and closed my eyes.
Tomorrow was another day...
I moistened my lips so I could speak, and said, "How are you feeling?"
He responded, "Better. You really took care of my wounds and I'm feeling much better than yesterday."
"Good, I'm glad," I said, "Barry, can I ask you something?"
"Anything." came the reply, again with a smile.
"You told your dad you were gay, didn't you?" I said, with a slight hint of apprehension to my voice.
All was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Yeah. Yeah I did. He didn't like it, obviously." A tear slid down his face again. I gently kissed it away.
"Don't you worry. The company my mom and dad work for have wonderful lawyers, and they're always at our disposal. We're gonna take care of it all." I said, in a calm voice. The next thing I knew, Barry wrapped his arms around me and gathered me in a big hug. I responded in kind and rubbed his back, making sure to avoid the welts.
Then, the words I never expected to hear from the person next to me, I heard.
"I love you." Barry said. Now it was my turn to cry.....
All my thoughts came flooding out. "Oh, god, I love you too. You don't know how much. Ever since I first saw you, my heart called out to you. I got to know you and I loved you even more. I love everything about you." I said, words spilling out like water from a bucket.
Barry simply smiled and kissed me. "Time to start the day." he said. "You hungry?" I replied. He nodded. I grinned and headed off to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, I wrapped my usual apron around my waist and got some eggs, sausage, biscuits-in-the-can, and hashbrowns out of the fridge and slammed the door shut with my butt. I was just chopping up the hasbrowns a little finer when I felt a hand grab my ass. I jumped slightly, and turned my head to face Barry. "You keep your hands off this meat while I'm cooking," pointing to my ass, "or you don't get any of this meat," pointing at the sausage, I said. "You keepa you hands offa da cook when he's cooking." Barry pouted. "Don't worry," I continued and grabbed my package, "you'll get this piece of sausage when you feel a bit better." We both giggled.
I cooked the food and set the table, making sure to get Barry a big glass of orange juice. I dished out the food and sat down myself. Barry practically stuck his face down and snorted, while I turned on the TV we had hanging on the wall. A search of all channels available turned up not a damn thing.
By then, Barry had also completely snorked down his orange juice. I sat in awe as I was only halfway through. "Hungry much?" I said, "Would you like to do something today, or are you still too weak?" "I'd kinda like to go see a movie," he said. I picked up the phone and dialed the movie line information service. After listening, I hung up the phone. "Wanna go see Shakespeare in Love?" I said, with a smile. "I doth, m'good man!" said Barry in a extremely overdone fake English accent. "Good, because I'm sixteen and you're seventeen, you're gonna have to get me in." I said. Another giggle from both of us.
After breakfast, I helped Barry get dressed in kakhis and a blue denim shirt, and I then dressed myself in the same way. "Twins." I said in joking voice, "Damn, I'm glad I had the foresite to get a few denim shirts. You look absolutely fabulous." Barry smiled that great smile of his. I never got tired of those toothy grins. We headed out the door, me taking steps a little slow as to not overexert Barry. We both climbed in the car and I started on the way. "I'm not going to our local cinema. They're too homophobic there; I'm going to one way on down the road."
Two hours later, we had arrived in Memphis, and my favorite theater. We got out, and got our tickets. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.
I nearly dropped my popcorn when I saw who it was...
I moistened my lips so I could speak, and said, "How are you feeling?"
He responded, "Better. You really took care of my wounds and I'm feeling much better than yesterday."
"Good, I'm glad," I said, "Barry, can I ask you something?"
"Anything." came the reply, again with a smile.
"You told your dad you were gay, didn't you?" I said, with a slight hint of apprehension to my voice.
All was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Yeah. Yeah I did. He didn't like it, obviously." A tear slid down his face again. I gently kissed it away.
"Don't you worry. The company my mom and dad work for have wonderful lawyers, and they're always at our disposal. We're gonna take care of it all." I said, in a calm voice. The next thing I knew, Barry wrapped his arms around me and gathered me in a big hug. I responded in kind and rubbed his back, making sure to avoid the welts.
Then, the words I never expected to hear from the person next to me, I heard.
"I love you." Barry said. Now it was my turn to cry.....
All my thoughts came flooding out. "Oh, god, I love you too. You don't know how much. Ever since I first saw you, my heart called out to you. I got to know you and I loved you even more. I love everything about you." I said, words spilling out like water from a bucket.
Barry simply smiled and kissed me. "Time to start the day." he said. "You hungry?" I replied. He nodded. I grinned and headed off to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, I wrapped my usual apron around my waist and got some eggs, sausage, biscuits-in-the-can, and hashbrowns out of the fridge and slammed the door shut with my butt. I was just chopping up the hasbrowns a little finer when I felt a hand grab my ass. I jumped slightly, and turned my head to face Barry. "You keep your hands off this meat while I'm cooking," pointing to my ass, "or you don't get any of this meat," pointing at the sausage, I said. "You keepa you hands offa da cook when he's cooking." Barry pouted. "Don't worry," I continued and grabbed my package, "you'll get this piece of sausage when you feel a bit better." We both giggled.
I cooked the food and set the table, making sure to get Barry a big glass of orange juice. I dished out the food and sat down myself. Barry practically stuck his face down and snorted, while I turned on the TV we had hanging on the wall. A search of all channels available turned up not a damn thing.
By then, Barry had also completely snorked down his orange juice. I sat in awe as I was only halfway through. "Hungry much?" I said, "Would you like to do something today, or are you still too weak?" "I'd kinda like to go see a movie," he said. I picked up the phone and dialed the movie line information service. After listening, I hung up the phone. "Wanna go see Shakespeare in Love?" I said, with a smile. "I doth, m'good man!" said Barry in a extremely overdone fake English accent. "Good, because I'm sixteen and you're seventeen, you're gonna have to get me in." I said. Another giggle from both of us.
After breakfast, I helped Barry get dressed in kakhis and a blue denim shirt, and I then dressed myself in the same way. "Twins." I said in joking voice, "Damn, I'm glad I had the foresite to get a few denim shirts. You look absolutely fabulous." Barry smiled that great smile of his. I never got tired of those toothy grins. We headed out the door, me taking steps a little slow as to not overexert Barry. We both climbed in the car and I started on the way. "I'm not going to our local cinema. They're too homophobic there; I'm going to one way on down the road."
Two hours later, we had arrived in Memphis, and my favorite theater. We got out, and got our tickets. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.
I nearly dropped my popcorn when I saw who it was..
"What the hell? You almost scared me to death!" I said, keeping a death grip on my popcorn.
"Sorrrrrrrryyy!" she said, rolling her eyes, "We were in Memphis and decided to see a movie." "We?" I said. "Yes. We." she said, as she wrapped her right arm around a tall, solid, piece of meat.
I looked over at Barry, who stared at the floor. Odd, I thought. I turned my attention back to Molly. "Perhaps you'd like to meet Johnathan?" she said. I nodded, and walked over with Johnathan to talk to him. Barry went over to talk to Molly, and they seemed to be getting along and having fun.
I opened my mouth to talk to Johnathan when he pointed an index finger into my shoulder. "Let's get one thing straight, asshole, Barry is mine. I'm just going with Molly so I can get closer to him, because I know you're friends with him, and Molly is close to you. I'm his ex, and although he broke up with me, I'm going to get him back and make sure you're out of the picture. Got that?" he said.
I was flabbergasted. My brow furrowed, and my tone became short as I clenched my teeth and said, "You try it."
I saw his hand go up, and before I knew what was happening, he slapped the side of my face, smirked, and walked off with Molly.
I joined back up with Barry and noticed we were going in the same movie. I sat on one side of the theater, and I put my arm around Barry as he laid his head on my shoulder. Molly and Johnathan sat on the other side.
Halfway into the movie, Barry left to go to the bathroom. I didn't notice Jonathan getting up and following a moment later.
A few minutes later, Molly walked over to me. "You seen Johnathan?" she said. "No, but Barry left to go to the bathroom a while ago." "Mmm.." said Molly, nodded, and went back to her seat.
The suspicion overwhelmed me. I got up and went to the men's bathroom. What I saw floored me again.
Jonathan pushed himself on Barry, and Barry resisted. In what I thought was a great act of bravery since he was in so much pain, Barry reared his fist back and slammed Johnathan in the face.
Molly came running up just a second later. Barry walked over to me and groaned in pain. "What happened here?" she said. Barry looked at her, pointed back at Johnathan, and said "Why don't you ask your 'boyfriend'?"
I kissed him right on the lips. "You...oh I swear." I said to him, smiling.
"Wanna go home?" Barry said. "Yeah." I replied. I wrapped my right arm
around Barry and headed toward the car.
I felt his tounge enter my mouth and wrestle mine. As his kisses got deeper, he started to grind his crotch into mine. I felt that huge piece of meat getting harder and pressing against my own hard member. I couldn't stand it anymore, and undid his belt, button, and yanked his zipper down, along with his khakis, down to his knees. I yanked the boxer briefs down next, and began kneading the two muscled globes of flesh. He began working the buttons on my shirt. I stopped and let him rip my shirt off. His lips immediately left my mouth and traveled down to my chest. His tounge began working at my nipples while I let out long, low groans.
My hands resumed their position on his ass. I let the index finger on my right hand wander down to the puckered hole I knew I would find there. I gently rubbed around it and drifted my finger over it a couple of times, making Barry groan. His mouth went closer to my ear and whispered in a deep voice, "Fuck me. Make love to me."
My eyes sprang wide open. "Are you sure? You sure it won't hurt? Are you feeling better?" I spattered out. "Yes. Make love to me. I want to feel you inside me." he said, in the same low deep voice, as he began working on my khakis. Before I knew it, my khakis had been ripped off, along with my underwear, allowing my seven inch hard cut cock to spring forth into the air. I felt his warm mouth descend on it to lube it, and my back arched. His tounge swirled around the head of my cock and teased the slit on top. I groaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I grabbed one side of his waist and motioned for him to pull his legs around to my shoulders. He got the idea, and I found myself staring at the beautiful cocoa ass.
I pulled it down to my lips, moistened my tounge, and began gently rimming his asshole. He hissed and clenched his ass. I pried his cheeks apart and began moistening and tounge-fucking his hole. The puckered rosebud finally gave way and I continued. When I was sure he was ready, I removed my tounge.
He jumped off and got on all fours on the floor. I smiled. "Doggy style." I said in a low voice. I got behind him and gently ran my hand up one of his cheeks. Grabbing the base of my dripping wet cock, I aimed for his hole and gently pushed. My cockhead finally slid in with an audible 'pop' and I began pushing in harder. "Unngh..god..uhhh..you're so tight." I said, the pressure from his asshole squeezing my cock. "Wait. Let's try something different." I said, as I pulled out. I slapped the side of his ass and told him to lay down on his back. I raised his legs up and put his feet on my shoulders, as I pushed my cock in again. I saw the look on his face turn to total ecstacy.
I began fucking slow at first, then I sped up. Barry gripped his hard, throbbing cock with his right hand and began jerking. Nothing could be heard in the room except my low-hanging balls slapping against his ass and the moans of contentment from both of us. I leaned down further and began kissing him. I forced my tounge into his mouth and kissed hard. He clenched his ass repeatedly, milking my cock.
It seemed like a day had passed when I felt myself begin to tense up and I shot my warm load into his ass, as I screamed out "Oh..GOD..I'm..I'm cumming!" The effect of me cumming along with the thrusts sent him over the edge and I felt the warm cum from his cock spill out, some onto my chest, some onto his chest.
After my last spurt and thrust, I collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around me, and the cum on our chests mixed. I was breathing hard. My cock softened and slid out of his ass, cum sliding and dripping out of the now stretched hole. I entwined my legs with his and relaxed.
A few minutes later, Barry said, "We should get cleaned up..in the shower."
I rolled off of him, the dried cum making an audible 'rip' sound....