Date: Sun, 06 Nov 2005 19:35:58 -0600
From: M Logan <mlogan6969@hotmail.com>
Subject: By The Way - chapter 11

By The Way
Chapter 11

Hey y'all, I'd like to invite you to my new group.  It's called Logan's Lit
and can be found at:

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This story is about guys who dig, or are into, other guys.  The names have
not been changed.  Damn, I hope none of these guys wanders into Nifty,
because they'd surely recognize themselves.  Whoopsy!

If you haven't caught my hints and proclamations yet THERE ARE NO MORE
FLASHBACKS.  I don't think I actually had one since chapter 4 (that's 7
chapters ago, to you and me), or maybe it was 5.  Believe it or not I'm
still getting e-mails about how confusing that had gotten.  I'm sorry.
Trust me, I was just as confused.  I'm not bitching, just saying
"Hellooooooo!"  We're continuing this saga, full steam ahead.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my gal, Eliazbeth.  You've shared your
family with me.  Thank you.

Get your stripper music out 'cause we're getting' nekkid!!!

Back to the story...

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Welp, I did it.  I talked with my parents about my desire to scrog with
guys.  Actually I talked and they sort of sat there.  It was what a friend
of mine from Tennessee called "a blinking moment."  They just blinked after
I told them that I was gay.  Their admonitions regarding myself and sex
were the same as they always had been.  They thought that I should wait
until I met someone I wanted to spend my life with.  Shyah!  Right!  At
first they didn't ask, and I didn't mention to them that the friend of mine
that they so enjoyed when he was over was also great with his hands.

But then they asked.

I told them that Alan and I were good friends and becoming closer as the
time went by.  I think they read between the lines but were sort of
uncomfortable asking whether or not their youngest was scrogging the
football team's running back.  I wasn't.  Yet.  Man I was dying to.  Oh,
there was no question whether I wanted to or not, it was whether or not I
could work up the nerve to push him and I further.  Scared little son of a
bitch, me.  Must be all of the pussified 'week at the beach' drinks that
I'd come to really enjoy.  Hmm.

Alan never asked what had upset me so much in the car after the movie and I
didn't want to say anything to him.  I did tell him that I came out to my
folks.  That kind of threw him for a loop until I said that I didn't
mention him to them, though they had indeed asked.  He wondered why I
didn't say we had a thing going between us.  I told him that it was none of
their business unless he wanted to tell them himself.

We actually talked a few times about what was going on between us and
agreed that we could feel our friendship growing, along with our schwanzes
when we made out.  It seemed sort of funny to say that he was my
'boyfriend' but I honestly started to feel that way.  I made extremely sure
I didn't let on to anyone else because I was really concerned about his
reputation.  Sure I didn't want the world to know that I dug cock and hot
man- ass, but I was more concerned about him.  I guess that should have
clued me in way back then how I truly felt for him.  A lot of times he and
I would 'double date,' or so it looked to the world.  I'd usually take
Deanna and he'd ask some girl out that he knew or was friends with.  He
never led them on; we just went out to have a fun time.  Then after the
girls went home the clothes came off!  Just kidding.  But we did play kissy
poo a lot.

A LOT!

Alan was insatiable.  But more about that later, horn dogs.

A couple of weeks into January the high school pageant rehearsals began.  I
had a friend named Adrianne Blaylock who was representing our senior class.
There were other girls who represented all of the other grades as well,
along with other nominees in the same grades.  Adrianne had known that I
played the piano (did I mention that I play the piano?)  and wanted to know
if I would accompany her singing "Send In The Clowns" as her talent for the
competition.  I won't tell you whose version she sang, lest I get shit from
my fellow author-buddy.  Criminy, the grief I take.  At least it's fun
shit.
  But I digress.

The actual pageant wasn't until mid-March, but all of the untalented girls
apparently needed plenty of time to prepare for their lackluster
participation.  Adrianne really had a nice singing voice and I was so
humbled to be asked to play for her.  After one practice I received a
strange request.  I had played the song and while she sang you could hear a
pin drop.  Every time we practiced the other contestants and teachers who
were present stopped what they were doing to watch and listen.  There was
always a pause for several seconds after I hit the last note before anyone
applauded.  That means that they really liked the performance and that
always made me feel great to participate in her singing.

This particular afternoon the jazz band teacher happened to be there and he
called me over to him.

"Hey piano man, come here a minute," he said.

"Yessir?" I asked, walking towards him.

"Man, that was really, really nice.  How come I've never heard you play
before?"

I shrugged a bit and smiled.  "I dunno."

"I'd like you to join the jazz band, if you could."

Wow!  This guy always took the band to the state competitions at U.G.A. and
won.  The fact that he wanted me to play threw me for a loop.

"Um.  I don't know how to improvise," I said, which is a lot of what modern
jazz has.

"That's okay, neither does our keyboard player," and he laughed.  That was
b.s. because his piano player was terrific.

The band practiced during the same time I had study hall, so transferring
classes was pretty easy.  Many of the guys welcomed me as though they'd
known me all of my life.  There were two dudes in there, Scott and Philip,
who were also in my physics and trig classes.  In physics they sat on the
row in front of me and I knew them from that.  I also remembered Philip
from way back in the seventh grade; I knew who he was but we'd never had
any classes together.  In trig class they sat together a few rows over.
And no, they weren't gay lovers.  They were just very close friends.  Scott
played sax and Philip played the trombone.  There was a really tall guy
named Tim who played trumpet, and was actually a featured soloist in the
marching band as well as the jazz band.  Then there was a dude named Steve
who played sax.  He also turned out to be gay.  Woo hoo!

Then there was Matt.  This guy was one that I'd noticed for years, mainly
because he was one of the few guys in school who could, and did, wear a
mustache.  He played soccer and had fantastic legs, all hairy and thick.
Yum.  Matt played the bassoon, or whatever that big ole fat-ass bass
saxophone is called.

And last but not least, and one of the most reoccurring people in my life:
Glen.  Y'all remember him, right?  He was the guy that I called right after
I found out I had cancer.  Ahhhhhhhhh!  They all say.  Now we find out
about Glen!  Weeeeeee!  Now here's an interesting thing about my home boy.
Glen and I, along with David who was in my Spanish class, also rode on the
same bus when we were in seventh grade.  He lived in the neighborhood next
to mine, which was the same one that David lived in.  I always remember him
as being very quiet and I always thought he was stuck up.  Isn't that
always the case?  It's not the ones blabbing about like yentas on speed
that we assume are stuck on themselves, it's the quiet ones.  Go figure!

Another interesting thing.  In eighth or ninth grade Glen also dated the
little ho that I 'dated' in seventh grade.  Probably for a week just like
me.  Poor guy.  Glen also played the saxophone.  With the exception of
Scott and Philip I never had a class with any of these guys the entire time
I was in high school.  I think I explained why in an earlier installment of
Paul Lyons' "The Winds Of War."

I turned out to be basically a page turner for the guy who actually played
the synthesizer.  Fine with me.  I was way out of my league being there in
the first place.  The only reason I agreed to was because of who the
teacher was.  Plus what else was I going to do during study hall.

But like I said, the guys all treated me as an equal, as though they'd
known me forever.  Suddenly I was included in everything that they did, on
the weekends and during the week.  Alan and I still did our thing, but for
once I felt that I really and truly fit in with a bunch of guys.  Yeah I
had partied and hung out with people before but this was really different.
It was a guy camaraderie thing, ya know?

On the actual night of the pageant I had dressed in my choir dress costume,
which was black pants, a tuxedo shirt and a red bowtie.  The jazz band
itself was actually sponsoring the pageant and so several of the guys were
escorting the girls onto the stage, which is why they ended up wearing
their tuxedoes.  Since I didn't have a jacket I asked Matt, the soccer
player, if I could borrow his while I played for Adrianne.  He and I had
the same build so the jacket fit fine.  Even though I'd been around him in
class this was actually the first time I'd spoken to him.

It came time for Adrianne to perform and the two of us were waiting in the
wings during the previous performance.  She was nervous, and I felt like
shitting myself.
  But again, I'm not into the wet and messy games.  I actually said a
really quick prayer to myself.  Well that's dumb.  I actually said it to
God.  I was terrified that I'd forget what I was playing.  I'm the type of
person that once I learn something I don't really need the music in front
of me again unless I go years without playing, so I was going on stage
without any chart.

The piano was rolled onto the stage while the jazz band played some music,
then Adrianne and I walked out.  I took my seat and the band stopped.  Her
name was announced "accompanied by Paul Lyons, singing 'Send In The
Clowns.'"  Now I don't know if you've picked up on this yet, but I'm gay.
And we gay guys sometimes have been known to have a flair for the dramatic.
I waited until there was total silence in the auditorium before I hit the
first note, which if you know the song (as I'm sure all of you Southern
California surfers do) you know that it starts out with an oboe (I think)
normally, playing the melody line before the rest of the chords come in.  I
arranged with the lighting guy to keep the stage lights off until the
arpeggios started, then to slowly bring up the blue lights.

I was nervous until I started playing, then I only looked at Adrianne and
the piano keys.  I was concerned that I would overplay her singing because
I was used to playing the song without anyone singing along, until she
found out I could play it and asked me to accompany her.  We went through
the arrangement and she sang it flawlessly; and God heard my prayer because
I didn't flub it up.  Again, at the end the final note was stuck and it
faded away to nothing; it was followed by complete silence for a perfect
second, and when the applause followed, it was deafening.  As we walked off
the stage we threw an arm around each other and congratulated ourselves.
Adrianne unfortunately didn't win.  She came in first runner up to the
broad who threw the party where Alan and I almost made out for the first
time -- before going to his house to make out.

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The rest of my senior year just flew by.  Alan turned seventeen in April
and I surprised him with my class ring.  No, I didn't give it to him.  When
everyone had their rings made at the end of our junior year I had chosen a
garnet as my stone.  Then just after Christmas, after I'd come out to my
parents, I surprised everyone by having my stone changed to a diamond.  Of
course it wasn't a real diamond, but that's April's birthstone and I got it
because it was Alan's birthstone.  Who says I'm not a romantic (retch!).

Then all of a sudden it was time for prom.  Who was I going to take?  I
could ask Alan but I'm not sure how the prom pictures would've turned out.

He and I ended up taking two girls who were just friends of ours.  We
didn't do the limo thing because we weren't rich.  But we did get to use
his mom's Cadillac.  I'll bet that his parents didn't mind a bit, which was
easy to assume seeing as how they were out of town that weekend.  Alan
picked up his date and then we went to pick up the girls.

Just kidding.  Actually, I drove over to his house.  When I saw him in his
tux I thought I'd die right there.  His hair was kind of spiked up a bit
and the suit looked awesome with his early spring tan.  Smartly he wore a
green tie and crumb catcher that really made his eyes stand out.  I was
like a wolf on the old Bugs Bunny cartoons, mouth agape and drooling.  It
was impossible to keep my hands off of him but we decided to call it quits
since we had to pick up our 'dates.'

That year our prom was held at the Colony Square Hotel and Ballroom
(interesting name, ballroom) which is at 14th and Peachtree Streets in
midtown.  The four of us ate at The Mansion on Ponce de Leon then headed
over to the hotel around 9:30 or so.  We had a really good d.j. who played
all the popular stuff.  My new band friends were all there and with dates
as well.  A swell time was had by all!  Say what you want but when it comes
down to it guys have no problem dancing with each other -- as long as girls
are right there by their sides.  Alan had taken his jacket off, as did I,
and we were sweating like whores in church from all of the dancing.  Thank
God for t-shirts or our nippies would've shown.  That's a big pet peeve of
mine.  Don't nobody need to see your nippies in a tux!

Around midnight the dance ended and Alan and I dropped off the girls and
then headed back to his house.  When I told my mom that I'd be sleeping
there that night she kind of harrumphed, but that was it.  Hell, I'd slept
over there so many times in the past that this was nothing new.  Alan and I
had been eyeing each other all night and I was about to do some serious
damage to the crotch of my tuxedo pants just thinking about him.  I had
decided that we'd do more than just kiss.  Too goddamned much time had gone
by with us doing no more than kissing.  I was really falling for this guy.
Hell, I should say that after six months I was all his.  In fact I had
hardly thought about Don at all since Christmas.

But I was nervous.  What a fuckin' pansy! I remember shouting in my head.
Just bend him over the counter and do your bidness!  Nope.  No.  This was
Alan.  I had felt things for him that I never even thought imaginable.  I
had to show him that night that I was his.  Not his possession, but I was
just..."his."  How else can I explain it?

Well let me try.

We walked up to the house, him flipping his keys and me with my hands in my
pockets.  I watched him walk.  It was too dark to see his ass, but then I
knew what it felt like having squeezed it as he ground his crotch into mine
on many occasions.  He had, or has, a very assertive walk.  Not really a
swagger, although sometimes he did, but in general he always seemed to be
determined to get where ever he was walking.  I let out a low wolf whistle
as I followed him up the sidewalk.  He turned and laughed over his
shoulder.

"You crazy damn thing," he said, standing at the front door with his key
held up about to be inserted into the lock.

I stood back a few feet away and just smiled.

"What are you smirking at," he smiled back.

I slowly stepped up to him, my eyes on his the whole time.  "Alan Collin,"
I said, "I am so.  Fucking.  Madly.  Crazy about you."

He smiled back as I tried to keep the sexiest look I could muster on my
face.  I bet I looked like a dope, but hell, he didn't complain.

"You too, huh?"

I stood and looked down into his eyes which were only a couple of inches
from mine.  "There's somethin' I wanna give you, pal."  I gazed back and
forth from his eyes to his mouth.

He raised his head a bit.

"Stick it in," I said.

His eyes bugged out.  "'Scuse me?"

"The key.  Stick it in and turn the lock.  Let's get off this porch."

He smiled and gave me a quick kiss, then unlocked and opened the door.  I'm
not really sure where his parents were always going, but I was glad that
they were gone a lot.  I think his brother Steve was out partying for the
night.  Who cared?  He wasn't home either.

Alan held the door open and I walked in past him.  Once he closed and
locked the door I grabbed him by his arms and pushed him against the wall,
closing my mouth over his.  My kiss was everything; strong, urgent,
passionate.  I felt him drop his tux jacket onto the floor as his arms
circled my body, his hands holding my head.  Our tongues brushed against
each other, then wrapped around each other, twisting as our mouths hungrily
covered each other.  I reached down and started squeezing his cock through
his pants with both hands.  This dude was really equipped.  It was
something that I'd never forgotten and had never really gotten used to.

Alan moaned into my mouth as I squeezed his cock and ass at the same time.
The feelings going through my hands were incredible.  I was crazy for this
guy, and he was just as crazy for me.  I could feel his muscles beneath the
fabric as I slowly pushed my hands up his belly and onto his pecs.  I
lightly scratched my nails across his shirt on his nipples and he twitched
a bit.  Our kiss was getting so hot we started to get sloppy.

I broke away first and put my hands on his upper pecs.  "Alan," then I
paused.

"Yeah?" he whispered.

"I love you."  There I said it.  I think I even stunned myself to hear it.

He smiled at me.  "I know you do."

I chuckled a bit.  "Ya do, huh?"

He just nodded.  "Paul, I don't remember not loving you."

"Oh Christ!" I muttered as I pulled his face back to mine, pulling his body
off of the wall.  His hands were all over my body and I was almost
delirious with ecstasy.  My dick was raging so damn hard I thought it would
pop my zipper off.

Alan pulled away and asked, "So, what'd you want to give to me?"

I smiled coyly.  "You'll see soon enough.  Hey man, you got any whiskey?"

He laughed a bit.  "Yeah, Irish, you know where the bar is."

I laughed and headed over to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, grabbed a
couple of glasses, then found the Maker's Mark.  That's a good name: Mark.
I put about an inch of whiskey into each glass.

"You want some Coke with that?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said as I tossed back the shot.  I winced a bit as it rolled down
my throat, then I filled my glass with another two fingers of whiskey.
Alan just laughed and reached into the fridge for Dr. Pemberton's cure for
the headache (Coca-Cola).  I threw back the second shot when he wasn't
looking.  Hell, I was nervous as shit.  I knew what my plans were and I
needed to relax a bit to go through with them without fumbling like a
maroon.

We toasted and drank our Jack and Cokes, or rather our Mark and Cokes.
With that much whiskey on a fairly empty stomach it wouldn't take me long
to get buzzed a bit.  But I'm Irish so it could take me longer.  You know,
genetics.

"So," he said with a smirk, "where's my birthday present?"  He was
referring to the fact that I hadn't gotten him anything on his actual
birthday.  Come on!  I didn't want to gay it up too much.

I set my glass down on the counter and walked over to him.  I held his chin
and jaw in my hands and looked into his eyes.

"Alan, honest to God I love you.  I don't say that to, or about, anyone."
I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, then leaned away.  "Come
'ere," I said, taking him by the forearm and heading to the stairs.  He
said nothing as I released his arm, then he followed me up the stairs.  Not
a word was said by either of us.

I turned the hall light on at the top of the stairs and walked into his
room, which was pitch dark, save for the light coming in from the hall.  At
this point, he swaggered into the room.

He had an idea of what was gonna happen.

I stood back from him a bit and slowly felt my hands up his arms to his
biceps, which were always firm.  Up to his neck I continued and massaged
the back of his head and neck.  He tilted his head back some and groaned as
my fingers worked their magic.  "God, that feels so good," he muttered.

I turned him around so that his back was facing me and proceeded to unhook
his bowtie.  Then as I unstudded his shirt I slowly nibbled and kissed the
back of his neck, around the sides and to his ears.  Those were really
sensitive and I let my tongue linger there as he squirmed in my arms.  I
pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last two buttons.  I
rubbed my hands across his chest and belly, the whole time still kissing
his neck; then I started grounding my rock hard crotch into his ass, which
he met by pushing back against me.

We let his shirt slip off onto the floor along with the tie.  I pulled his
t-shirt up and he raised his arms to take it off.  Alan tried to turn
around but I stopped him but kissing his back between his shoulder blades,
all the while running my hands up and down his well- muscled arms, then
along his sides.  Here he was ticklish.  When he started to laugh and twist
I just stopped my hand movement until he could get used to my hands being
there.  I was stooped over a bit as I kissed, licked and nibbled all of the
muscular contours of his back.

I stood back up and slipped my arms between his arms and torso, caressing
and squeezing his pecs, grinding my still-clad cock into his still-clad
ass.  I nibbled at his neck some more and he tilted his head to give me
more space.  Then I guided my hands down his chest and over his stomach.
He tilted his head back and sighed.  After I unbuckled his pants I opened
up the top button then took the zipper pull in my thumb and index finger;
as I lowered the zipper I raked my other three fingers against his
burgeoning dick.  I shuddered a bit thinking of where that was going.  I'm
glad I shot the whiskey and that it was starting to kick in.

Once the zipper was down I pulled my hands back up and then slipped them
into the waste band of his underwear.  I could feel his short pubes as I
slid my hands down, still kissing his neck and shoulders.  His cock was
bent to the side and it was so fuckin' hot to the touch.

"Oh Christ," I moaned into his neck feeling it's length and girth with my
fingers.  I released it from it's prison and started stroking up and down
with one hand as I caressed his big balls with the other.  "Mmmmmf," was
all I said.  His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them away.  My
boy was standing there in all of his naked glory.  I slowly started to jack
his big dick while I kissed his neck and ground my hardon into his ass in
time to the rhythm in front.

"Oh-ho MAN," he whispered.

I turned him around slowly.  "I just wanna look at you," I said.  The light
from the hallway washed over his gorgeous and well-built body.  His pecs
were firm and large, but not huge.  His arms were absolute perfection.  His
legs were just incredible, man-legs.  And then his cock.  Oh my God!  Now I
was really nervous.  I didn't show it, or at least I hope that I didn't.
"You're just fuckin' gorgeous," I whispered.  He smiled and stood there.

I leaned in and kissed then licked his pecs.  I found out in no time that
he was a nipple man as I washed my tongue all over one, then across his
chest to the other.  He had a little bit of hair between his pecs and it
was so damn sexy on him.  I pulled him to me and leaned over to kiss and
suck on his nipple, rubbing and squeezing the other one; then I'd switch.
Over and over I gave him a lot of attention.  But there was another place I
needed to go.

South.

I slowly squatted and tongued my way down his abs when my chin mashed down
against the head of his dick.  I swear it had to be eight inches at least.
But it was really thick too.  His balls hung down fairly low and looked
like they could burst at any moment.  I lifted them in one hand and gently
pulled and stroked at them.  With my other hand I pulled his granite hard
dick away from his body.  'It's now or never,' I thought.

Starting with my tongue at the base of his cock I ran it up his engorged
shaft.  He stood there, head lolling back and forth on his tight shoulders,
and moaned.  Up and down I flicked my tongue on his shaft, holding it to
the side as I worked my tongue up the back and up to the head.  I could
taste some of his pre-cum.  Christ, the guy was leaking like a cracked
pipe.  I lapped it up as I squeezed and rubbed his heavy balls.
Instinctively I opened my mouth and took the head into my lips, sticking my
tongue into his slit.  I turned my mouth back and forth around his
throbbing dick and ran my hands up to his chest, squeezing his nipples.

Alan kept moaning and shuddering each time my tongue passed over his head.
I pushed my head down further and felt his hands stroking my hair as I did.
No way was I deep throating this fucker.  I couldn't.  Being sure to open
my mouth really wide I went as far down as I could, which was about
halfway, then I continued the stroke downward with one of my hands.  This
seemed to work well for him.

Up and down, slowly so I could accommodate his invasion in my mouth, I
pumped my lips and tongue over as much as possible, stroking his shaft at
the same time.  Christ, he's a mouthful!  With one my other hand I tickled
beneath his balls and back to his 'taint.  This got his hips shaking.  Then
I started stroking his asscrack, my fingertips grazing across his hole.
Every time they passed over it he shuddered.

I snuck a finger up to my mouth and got it good and lathered up with my
spit, then I started sucking his cock again and stroked my finger back on
to his crack.  I sped up my mouth on him and slowly slipped my finger into
his chute.  I could feel him tense up a bit so I started really groovin' on
his dick.  Alan relaxed a bit so I slipped the finger in.  It took me a few
seconds to get it in to the hilt, then I started swirling it around as he
started to fuck my face.

"Oh shit!" he suddenly said, his knees giving way a bit.

I took my mouth off of him.  "You ok?"

"Fuck!  Whatever you did..." and I swirled my finger again "oh WHOA there!
Ho-ho MAN!" he said.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"Hell no, just keep doing that," he smiled.

So I did.

I started sucking on his cock again and was able to get about five inches
in, still jacking him with my other hand.  After a minute or so I found the
exact area that made his legs buckle.  Of course, his prostate.  Once I
found it I wasn't going to let it go.  I sped up my mouth on him and
fingered his man-button over and over.  Alan really grabbed my head this
time and started fucking my face really fast.  Finally he hollered out
"Awww Fuckkkk!" and his already giant dick swelled up even larger in my
mouth.  Suddenly I was flooded with his hot spunk and I didn't think he'd
ever stop cumming.  I swallowed as much as I could but some dribbled out of
my lips, which were almost completely stretched around his member.  Alan's
body kept shuddering with each blast, and even for a little while after.  I
scooped up what had spilled from my lips and licked it back up.  I wanted
to taste every bit of him.

As I went to stand up Alan hooked his hands beneath my armpits and pulled
me up and to him, mashing his mouth against mine.  He moaned while his
tongue searched out the rest of my mouth, twisting around my tongue.

Finally we broke our kiss and his heavy cock was pressed between us.
"Paul," he said, "I am so fuckin' in love with you."

"Well, shit, now I wish I'd'a done that sooner!" I smiled.

He laughed.  "Trust me, you have no idea how much I've wanted you to do
that."

"Wish granted."

"Now it's my turn."  He kissed me, then guided me back to his bed.  "Wait
right here."

Right.  Where was I gonna go?

I sat down and took off my jacket and tie, then started unstudding my
shirt.
  I kicked off my shoes as Alan came back into the room.

"Aww man!  I wanted to watch you get undressed!" he wailed, jokingly.

"Sorry dude," I laughed.

"But that's the best part," he mock whined.

"The 'best' part?" I asked.

"Ok, well maybe it won't be the best part," he smiled.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a bottle in his hand.

"Found this in my brother's room.  It's some jerk off lube."

"Nice," I laughed.  "At least I know you've read my mind."

He looked puzzled, so I pulled him onto me on the bed.  "What do you mean?"

"Duh!  Alan do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Ummm...Maybe?"

I chuckled a bit.  "Buddy, that lube will grease up more places than just
your hands."

He thought about that for a second.  "Oh shit.  That's what you're giving
me?"

"Well," I smiled, "technically you'll be giving it to me.  But bud, what
did you have in mind."

He smiled in return.  "I'll show you."  His naked body was on top of mine
and frankly I couldn't think of any other place that I belonged.  Alan
wrapped his legs around the tops of my thighs and I could feel the lump of
his cock pressing into my crotch as we started kissing again.  Hope the
tuxedo won't stain!

He was definitely a man on a mission as he sat up and pulled me into a
sitting position with him straddling my legs.  He brushed my shirt open and
off, then tossed it onto the floor.  I helped him pull my t-shirt up and
over my head and his hands gave me electric chills as they roamed all over
my body.  He pressed me back onto the bed and his mouth left mine to start
kissing his way down my neck and across my chest.  I wasn't nearly as
defined as he was, just really beginning to show improvements in the past
eight months or so, but he knew right where to latch on with his mouth.

He lightly grazed my nipples with his teeth as his tongue flicked across
their hardness.  I pushed my head back further into the pillow and groaned.
"Awww fuckkk."  I went to guide his head with my hands but he took them and
raised them above my head, holding them there.  I looked up and I'll tell
you what, there was no sexier sight than seeing his arms raised above our
heads.  I swear Alan looked into my soul.  This guy was hungry for love and
I was gonna give it to him.

Sitting back up, Alan unbuckled and unzipped my pants.  I just closed my
eyes as he pulled my pants down over my hips.  My steel hard dick caught on
the waist band and then slapped back against my belly.  I lifted my ass so
he could slip the pants off, then he tossed them on the floor.  There was a
pause and I opened my eyes to see what was the matter.

Alan saw me.  "Just checkin' out the goods, dude."

I laughed a bit.  "Not as good as yours."

"It's good for me," and then he swooped down and took my cock into his
mouth.  He didn't take it all the way but it was enough that it set my body
on fire.  He got a good bit of it in and just started slathering it up with
his spit, getting it nice and lubed.  He took a play from the Paul Lyons
giving head book and pulled on my balls the whole time, the other hand
searched and felt around my chest.  I took his hand in mine and started
sucking on his fingers in time with his pistonning mouth on my cock.  Shit
I wanted to have him.  I was so damned horned up for him I couldn't get
enough.

I heard the cap pop on the lube and a few seconds felt something cool on my
asshole.  I moaned around the fingers in my mouth as he started massaging
and rubbing the lube around.  When he slipped a finger in I sucked the two
fingers down to the web of his hand.  It was a strange feeling even with
the lube.  It sort of burned a bit but once that sensation went away I took
a deep breath.  Alan started slowly finger fucking me, wiggling his finger
around.  With him doing that and sucking me at the same time if felt like
the inside of my dick was being fucked.  But then he found my button,
sending my hips straight off the bed and my entire cock down his throat.
He coughed for a second and then took his mouth off of me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Shit, you stop and I'll beat your ass!" I said.

"Hmmm," he raised his eyebrows then went back to working his finger around.
We stayed there looking at each other, and when he slipped a second finger
in I just squeezed the sheets on each side of my body.

I smiled and hissed, "You're killing me, ya know."

His eyes flashed a little bit and he took me in his mouth down to the hilt.
Fuuuuckkkkk!  This guy learns fast, I thought.  Then he used his two
fingers and just started constantly rubbing my prostate.  For what seemed
like forever I moaned and hollered, bucking my hips and rolling my upper
body around.  I was almost exhausted when I felt that awesome and familiar
tingle start behind my thighs.  My body tensed with the eminent orgasm.

"Oh shit," I said over and over.  "I'm about to..."

Then Alan just pressed his fingers against my button and "FFFFUUUUUCKKKKKK!
OH CHRIST!!!  Yarrrrrr!"  I then experienced the most extraordinary orgasm
in my life.  My body was jerking all around as his lips sucked what was
left out of my balls, his lips massaging the head of my cock.  He was
driving me nuts with his tongue and mouth.

"Oh God, please stop!"  I said.  I tried to squirm my way from under him
but he just grabbed onto my hips and buried my dick all the way down his
throat.  His lips pressed against my pelvis I felt his throat massaging my
cock.  It wasn't as intense as his lips just were but I was a whimpering
pile of jelly at that point.  After my dick deflated Alan finally took his
mouth off of me and crawled up my body.  There is just nothing better than
having a man lay on top of you, his weight pressed into yours, especially
after some really hot sex.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he
kissed me.  I could taste a little bit of what I had given him.

"You are one hot fucker," I said, finally catching my breath.

He just laughed at that.  Then he pushed himself up onto his elbows and
started stroking my hair with his fingers.  I was tempted to fall asleep,
not from the few shots of booze, but because I felt so damn protected.  I
felt like nothing and nobody could get to me or hurt me as long as I was
with him.  Those were somewhat new feelings to me; the feeling of needing
to feel safe.  I'd felt them a little bit with Don but with Alan it was
just...different.  I'm not sure how to explain it.

"I love you, Paulie," he smirked.

"Paulie?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's my new nickname for you."

I sighed and pulled his face to mine, at the same time I started thrusting
my hips slightly, wanting to get him hard again.  Hey, we were seventeen
and I was ready for another round.  My crotch was doing it's trick and I
could feel him getting hard again.  I broke our kiss.

"Sit up real quick."

Alan groaned and then pushed up off of me and sat up, on his knees.  My
legs were still astride his hips and I sat up, giving me a little bit of
room between he and I to do what I wanted.

"Lube?"

"Right here," and he leaned forward against me to get it.  I held him off
with my hands.

"I got it."  I reach back to the table and grabbed the tube.  He caressed
my now-empty balls as a sigh escaped from my lips.  I squeezed some lube
out into my palm, a lot of it actually, and reached for his cock which was
already at half mast.  And I do mean mast.  I could've used a couple more
shots of whiskey at that point.

With each hand I alternated stroking up his cock until he was completely
hard.  It didn't take long.  Knowing that he'd already had one cum under
his belt that night (or I should say it was now under mine) I knew he'd
last a good bit longer, and I took the time to really feel his member.  He
was a good and solid eight plus inches; his cock was thick and I could feel
the veins that criss crossed it as I stroked it lightly with my palms.
Alan sat back onto his feet and closed his eyes, his head tilted back a
little bit.  Leaning forward I kissed each side of his chest and he moaned
in his throat.  Clasping my fingers together I wrapped both hands around
his fully engorged cock and squeezed slightly as I stroked up and down.
When I got to the head I'd twist my hands around a bit, giving him more
friction there.  Each time I did that his chest lurched a bit.

I can do this, I thought.  I'm gonna do this.  I put more lube on my hands
and got Alan's dick all slick, then I spread a little bit onto myself.

"Alan," I whispered.

He opened his eyes.  "Yeah," he whispered back.

"I want you."

"You've got me, Paulie."

"In me.  I want you inside."

His eyes widened a bit.  "You sure you-"

"Hush," I grabbed his face and pulled his body back down onto mine, his
huge dick like an anaconda pressed between us.  "You'd better, I don't
know, use your fingers again first."

He just nodded, looking like a kid in a candy store.

Rubbing my dick, which was still flaccid, with one hand he started tickling
around my hole with the fingers on his other.  I pressed my head into the
pillow and spread my arms across the bed.  He slipped one finger in and it
went in like it was home.  In and out he started finger fucking me,
twisting his hand around as he went in, sometimes pressing my prostate,
sometimes not.  He was going nice and slow and by the time the second
finger slipped in I could feel myself start to chub up again.

With his free hand he started caressing my stomach and chest, taking time
to lightly squeeze each nipple.  Then he slipped in a third finger.  I had
to hold my breath for a second.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

"You're doin' just fine, baby."

He smiled and resumed fucking me with three fingers.  Reaching down I found
his cock and started stroking it.  "Not exactly what I'd call a Vienna
Sausage, hoss."

Alan sat back and started laughing.  "I enjoy it," he smiled.

"I want to, too," and I pulled his cock down and toward me.  He took the
hint and started to remove his fingers, then I pulled my knees back.

"You ready?" he asked.

I nodded.

Leaning onto his left hand, between my arm and side, he pulled his hips
back, reached through with his right hand and guided the head onto my hole.
It felt like the top of a fuckin' baseball bat.  I could feel the tension
in his hips as he tried to push it in.  But it wasn't going anywhere.
Fuck!  I took a deep breath and blew it out, then the head popped in.

"Gawd!" I groaned.  I thought I was gonna get ripped apart.  There was a
flash of pain that didn't want to go away.

"You okay?" he asked.  If there wasn't so much concern written on his face
I don't think I'd've been able to go on.

I smiled and chuckled.  "You're a big boy.  Gotta get used to that."

With his hips still in the air he leaned in and started kissing me.  I slid
my fingers through his hair and slid my arms down his back.  As we were
kissing I felt myself relaxing some and he was able to get more of his meat
into me.  Christ that hurt!  As we kissed like madmen, our tongues slicking
around each other, I made myself relax even more.  I pulled him further
into me by hooking my ankles around his back.  He started to pull out what
felt like a mile of cock but was more than likely four inches, then slid it
back in.

"Awww, shit!" I hissed.  He looked at me again.  "That's a good 'awww
shit'" I laughed.

Then Alan started a slow and steady rhythm and it wasn't long before I got
used to those first several inches.  Our kisses were heating up even more,
as was my dick.
  I was almost at full mast myself.  I reached down to his ass and pulled
as hard as I could, which caused Alan to shove his entire cock into me.  I
gasped out loud as I felt some pain at his entire intrusion.  We lay there
panting into each other's faces.

I nodded to him.

Looking into my eyes he pulled back and I felt myself being emptied, my
asshole like an emptying sheath around his dick.  Then he pushed back in to
the hilt and I closed my eyes as the discomfort once again turned into
pleasure.  He started picking up speed and as he did he changed trajectory,
sometimes absolutely smashing into my prostate.  Each time he did that my
torso lurched uncontrollably.  After a while he had a really good fuck
rhythm going; then the son of a bitch would start deep dicking me, and I
thought I'd go through the bed.  As we got even more into it he'd bring his
knees up next to my thighs and just squeeze himself into me.

Out of nowhere I felt this incredible feeling inside and I pushed myself up
into a sitting position, with him pressed against my chest, hunching his
cock up into my ass.  My breath was escaping in little gasps as his
battering ram cock slammed into my joy button.  I thought I'd squeeze the
life out of him, my grip was to tight around his shoulders.  Our sweaty
chests pressed against each other and my dick rubbing his stomach.  I
couldn't take it any longer and then suddenly my body released.

Or my dick did.  My legs squeezed so tight together they almost cramped and
my toes curled up.  "Fuck.  Alan.  Fuck!" was all I could say.

And fuck he did.

He reached up my back to grab onto my shoulders and pulled me so far down
onto his cock I swear it felt like he'd grown an inch.  He banged me like
that hard for about a dozen times when I started shooting another load,
this time all over our stomachs.  I hollered out incoherently and felt his
dick spasming inside of me, obviously coating me with whatever he had left
in him.

Okay, I just thought I'd had the most amazing orgasm when he blew me.  I
was addicted to cock.  His cock.  I knew at that moment that, sexually, he
was the only one for me.  I rocked my body up and down his pole as he
kissed my neck and upper chest.  I didn't want to leave.  I didn't want him
to leave.  Shit, I had no idea I could feel this way about another human
being.  I know some of it was the sex.

Finally I had to take a deep breath so I propped back onto my hands on the
bed.  Alan started rolling forward until we both fell onto the pillows, him
on top and still inside me.  Both of us were panting and sweating like mad
men.

His face was buried in my shoulder.  I started tracing my fingertips around
his back and down to his bubble ass.  "Man, I love you," I said, kissing
his ear.

"I love you too," he said.  I could hear that he was exhausted.  He leaned
up and looked at me.  "Was that good for you?"

I busted out laughing and squeezed my asshole around him, which was not
easy to do considering the battering it had taken.  "Alan, I could do that
over and over..." and I kissed him.

He smiled during our kiss then started to roll off of me.  His dick popped
out and the cool night air rushed in, taking my breath again.

"Shit" I said.

"Sorry.  You okay?"

"Just give me some warning next time, k?"

"Mmm hmmmm."  He chest was up against my side with my arm beneath his neck,
while I scratched my fingers through his hair.  Then he brought his leg up
and over my thigh and held me to him.

I'd done it.  I did what I never thought I'd want to do.  I don't mean
letting him take me anally, although that was quite a feat.  I actually
felt like I'd given a part of me to him that nobody else had.  There was
something that night that could never be given to anybody else.  I gave him
my heart along with my body.

Sure I was seventeen and grown up thoughts are common when you're a
hormonally charged teenager, but I knew he had my heart.  Nobody else could
ever take that moment from me.  I'd shared my entire being with him.  I
loved how he love me, and how I loved him back.

I could hear his heavy breathing and feel his chest rising and falling
against my side.  "Good night Alan," I whispered.  "I love you."

I stayed awake a little while longer.  It's crazy how and when different
thoughts pop into your head.  I lay there and started worrying about
graduating.  Graduating?!
  Where the fuck did that come from.  I started feeling nostalgic about
high school.  I remembered all of the changes I'd made.  All of the friends
that had come and gone.  Don.

Don?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?  I shook my head a little to
clear it.  Then it dawned on me.  I'd be graduating soon and Alan would
still be in high school.  I knew that I couldn't treat him the same way
that Don treated me.  Of course he and I weren't in exactly the same
position that Alan and I were in.

I held Alan a little tighter, physically and mentally, to squeeze out the
thoughts of a friendship that had pretty much ended not all that long ago.
I promised myself that he and I'd make it past graduation.  At least I
wasn't going off to school, I knew I'd be going to a local college...

All of this mess was going through my head and I had to try really hard to
push it all out.  Here I was taking the chance of ruining one of the most
memorable evenings of my life, and I finally cleared my head.

As I drifted off to sleep one of my last thoughts was...'what happens
now?...

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So what happens now?  Well I guess you'll have to wait until the next
chapter to find out, yo!  (Ice, ice baby!)

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