Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people is coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between adult male teenagers. If the law in your jurisdiction prohibits you from reading such descriptions, please exit the story immediately. --Brew Maxwell
We got my stuff. I tore the blank part off the note my parents left and wrote them a note saying where I was. They'd know anyway, but I figured it was only the polite thing to do. I folded up their note and put it in my wallet. I thought I might need it as evidence when we talked to his mom the next morning.
"They didn't even tell me where they were staying," I said, as we drove to someplace to eat.
"They're staying in Atlanta. Didn't you read the note?"
"Of course, I read the note. But where in Atlanta?"
"Probably a hotel," he said.
I started to point out that there were hundreds, if not thousands, of hotels in Atlanta. Then I thought, Why bother? I had their cell phone numbers, and I figured somebody at the office would know where they were. God!
Jason ate a huge meal. I just had a bowl of black bean soup, a Greek salad, a burger, fries, and onion rings. I really didn't feel like eating dessert, but the waiter was so cute that neither of us could resist it when he told us about the blondies with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce.
"What's going on at school this week? I mean, today's already Tuesday. Any tests or anything," he asked.
"Not that I know of. Probably a quiz or two in calc. Maybe one in English, too. You know how he is. Why'd you ask that," I asked.
"Well, if your folks are going to be gone until Sunday or Monday, we have a chance to be alone together for four, maybe five, days. We could take, like, an early Spring Break and skip the rest of the week."
"Spring Break? It's only October, Babe. It's fall, not spring."
"Yeah, here, but in South America or Australia or one of those countries, it's early spring. I think our brothers in those countries would want us to join them in celebrating."
"I thought South America was a continent, not a country," I said.
"Well, whatever it is, it's spring there. And Spring Break is like their major cultural event of the year, just like here."
We both lit up cigarettes with our after-dinner coffee.
"So, what would we do with all that time," I asked.
"Well, like tonight, we could have a couple of drinks and just relax. We could get naked. You could sit on my lap, and I'd play with your dick until you were so hard you couldn't stand it. I wouldn't let you come, though. I'd just back off, time and time again, and make the head of your cock sweat. You'd get a big ole drop of sweat coming out of that hole, and I'd just rub it and rub it."
"That stuff isn't sweat. It's cum. Pre-cum, really. It doesn't taste like sweat, either," I said.
"You've tasted sweat," he asked. I knew he was playing with me, but he looked like he was shocked that I had said such a thing.
"When I lick your armpits or your chest when they're all wet cause you're on fire, what the fuck am I tasting, if not sweat? Huh? And that doesn't taste the same as what you put out your dick, Jase. I've done it for over two years now, man, and I know what different parts of you taste like."
"I know what you taste like, too, little buddy. You taste gooooooooood."
"I never seem to make any progress with you, Jason. Why is that?"
He laughed a little. "You've made a lot of progress with me. You used to come after about thirty seconds in my butt or my mouth. Now you can go for a pretty long time. About as long as me."
I laughed with absolute delight. He was, unquestionably, the cutest thing on planet earth, and he belonged to me completely.
After a moment, I said, "Back to what happened tonight. I just want you to know I'll do anything to be with you for the rest of my life. Do you hear me?"
He looked at me with the most open, most loving, most accepting face I had ever seen. I wanted to jump the table and cover him with kisses.
His voice broke as he began speaking. "I hear you. And I'm the same. Shit. I'm crying right here in public. What's that cute boy going to think?"
"Oh, Babe. I'm crying, too. I love you so much." That was as far as I could go.
The cute boy came to our table to refill our coffee cups. When he saw what was going on, he backed off. I reached across the table and took Jason's hand in mine. The cute boy was in my peripheral vision, and I saw him smile at us. He knew and, apparently, approved.
After we ate, we went to Jason's house to ask his parents if it was all right if he stayed at my house while my parents were gone. He had done that before, so it was pretty much a done deal before we even asked. They were just coming home, but they said yes without even discussing it.
After we got his stuff, we went back to my house. We put his things away in my bedroom, and he took me into his arms and kissed me long, wetly, and with passion. I felt totally at ease in his arms, and I wished we could have stayed that way forever. After we kissed, we were both breathing deeply. He started unbuttoning my shirt, and I did the same to his. He guided it off me, and he hugged me to him, our bare chests rubbing one another.
"You feel so good," he said.
"You do, too." I rubbed his back and felt the taut muscle under his skin. I kissed him, and he opened his mouth to let my tongue explore his. I ground my crotch into his, and I could feel his erection against mine through our clothes.
He made the next move by unbuckling my belt and opening my shorts. He let them drop to the floor. He got down to remove my shoes and socks. Then he took my dick into his mouth through my briefs, and I gasped aloud with the pleasure of it. I looked down to watch what he was doing, and he looked up at me. I smiled at him, and his eyes twinkled. Eventually, he pulled my briefs down.
I raised him to the standing position, and I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shorts. I pulled them and his briefs down in one continuous motion, and then I went after his shoes and socks. I licked at his dick a time or two, but then I stood to kiss him.
"You're beautiful," I whispered. He blushed a little, but he didn't say anything. He took my cock into his hand and rubbed it along the length of his own. He made the ridge of mine rub over the ridge of his, and I almost thought an electric shock went through me when he did it.
"I want you to fuck me," I said in a hoarse whisper. "I want every inch of your cock inside me, pumping away at my sweet spot until you shoot your stuff into me. I want all of you, Jason."
He guided us over to my bed and pulled the covers back. I had a towel under the top sheet, and he spread it out over the spot that would be under me. He tugged me to the bed, and I got in it. He raised my legs and just looked at me.
"I love to look at you in this position," he said. "You look so cute and sweet and vulnerable. I love it that you trust me."
"I do trust you. I never really thought of that before, but I guess it is a real act of trust to let you do that to me. Will you loosen me up a little bit?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Babe," he said, grinning.
I loved having my asshole played with and finger fucked, and Jason was very good at it. He never flinched when it came to eating my hole, and his doing that made me so eager for him I could hardly stand it. That night he took his time on me. He leaned forward and licked my anus, gently letting his tongue feel its way into the crevices of my pucker. He sometimes teased me about the amount of hair I had around it, and he often tugged at it with his teeth. He did that a time or two, and then he made his tongue into a little point to put inside me. I moaned.
"You like that, don't you," he asked.
"Oh, yeah," I sighed.
He did that a few more times, and then he lubed up his middle finger and inserted it. It didn't hurt at all, but the pressure on my prostate increased as he moved it about, and the knowledge that it was him penetrating me took me to a new level of arousal.
"You ass is really relaxed tonight," he said. "What have you had up there lately," he asked facetiously.
"Nothing. That's why I need you so bad right now. I'm ready, Babe, whenever you are," I said.
"Okay," he said.
He positioned himself on the bed so that his cock was lined up with my hole. He held my legs up for me, and he inched his way closer to me. I scooted closer to him, and then I felt the head of his dick on my hole. He rubbed it on it, and the nearness and hardness made me crave his entrance.
"Put it in me. I want you in me, Jason. Do it, Babe." I couldn't remember a time when I wanted him more than I did at that moment.
Jason pushed the head of his cock into me, and my rectum gaped open for him. He slide his cock into me without an instant of discomfort, and I gasped a time or two as his rod took me. I was his at that moment, and my sense of total surrender was overwhelming.
He began moving slowly and gently inside me, and he rubbed my prostate on every stroke. The angle was perfect. The pleasure inside me was indescribable, and it seemed only to build stronger and stronger with each lunge. I was whimpering with pleasure, and Jason was grinning his ass off at me. I loved fucking him, and the pleasure was quite intense, but nothing compared to having him pound away at the sweet place inside of me.
Jason slowed his rhythm, and I slowed my own in turn. In a second he stopped altogether.
"Let's get on our sides," he said. Without pulling out of me, he helped me move onto my side, and he was on his side behind me. The angle of entry changed, and I felt new sensations as a new part of my prostate received pressure from his dick. The brief pause was enough to help me settle down a bit. When he started pumping again, I met his thrusts with counter thrusts of my own. We were in perfect harmony, it seemed, and, once again, the pleasure built inside me.
Jason put his hand on my chest and started playing with my right nipple. It's the more sensitive of the two, and having him play with it ratcheted my arousal up several notches. I was close.
"How you doing, little buddy," he asked me.
"I think I'm in heaven. How about you?"
"I know I am," he replied. "I'm in you, aren't I?"
Such a sweet boy, I thought.
"I'm getting close, Jase," I said.
"Me, too. Anytime you're ready, Kent. Just do it."
Throughout the whole fuck, I hadn't touched myself a single time. My dick was so wet with pre-cum that my hand slid off it when I finally reached for it. Jason saw what I was doing and brushed my hand away. He took hold of my cock and started stroking me. That was all it took, and I came like a fountain. I knew the effect my orgasm had on him, and, almost simultaneously, he plunged deeply into me and started bucking gently as he gave me his cream.
Without extracting himself, he lowered my right leg. He put his arm over me and played with my cum on my stomach and chest.
"Was that good," he asked in a whisper.
"Oh, Baby, it was better than good. It was probably the best one ever."
"I'm glad. I wanted it to be special," he said. "You had to put up with a lot of shit today, and I wanted to show you that it's worth it."
"You're sweet, Babe. I guess that's why I love you," I said.
"Well, however much you love me, I love you just a little bit more. You're everything to me, Kent."
"I know that, and you know you're everything to me."
We lay quietly in the warmth of our love for another ten or fifteen minutes. It took both of us that long to fully soften. When he was too soft to stay in me, we separated.
"Do you want to take a shower with me," I asked.
He got up without answering and pulled me gently out of bed. We got hard after a minute under the warm water, and I sucked him off. He masturbated me until I came. Eventually, we actually washed one another and got out.