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This story is for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY, and in some
locations, over 21 years of age. Check your State, County, and
Local laws before proceeding if you are 18, 19, or 20 years old.
This is a gay sex story. Or will be. This story is fiction, and
no actual persons, living or dead. The names of all the people,
and things in this story are made up. The town and cities are real
but establishments are made up.
This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting
male high school students under 18. All of the sex in this story
is between consenting males. One or more of the scenes may
involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in
most states, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO
TRY THIS IN ANY WAY OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY. Sex
acts should be in complete privacy on your own private property.
I woke up in the middle of the night. The moon shone
brightly though the curtains. I could feel Aaron's body near
mine. I smiled in happiness. I felt him breath near me.
I smiled in pure delight. I was, for once in a lifetime of loneliness,
happy. No, this was not just plain happiness; this was an entirely
new level of contentment.
I closed my eyes with the intent of falling back asleep next
to the boy I love. My eyes shot open in realization. Then I heard
it. Breathing. Not my own, not Aaron's, no. . . .my roommates.
They were back. `Holy Shit. Oh, My, God. They know,
they know I'm gay, they know everything.' Tears started
to form in my eyes, soon sliding down my cheeks onto Aaron's beautiful
"Sean," He mumbled.
"Aaron," I said as I stroked his cheek, "listen."
He listened. Tears too started to form in his eyes and
slide onto my chest. "Sean."
"Shhhh. . . . . .everything going to be alright,"
I prayed. I knew it wouldn't. There would be problems.
I just knew it. I held him tightly against me until he fell back asleep.
I saw the worry and concern drift from his face.
I watched him dream. Watched as his head rose and fell
with my breathing. Watched the corners of his mouth draw into a smile.
He must be having a good dream. I, on the other hand, could not fall
back asleep. I know that Tim knows, but now my entire room knows.
They probably told the entire place. I'm. . . . . . .we're
screwed. I laid there for another hour, with Aaron on my chest, worrying
over what I was going to defend with. Sleep eventually claimed me.
My final thought being, `The dream will come true.'
(From Tim's perspective)
The party was fucking fantastic. The dancing, the drinks,
the countdown. It was wild. In fact at one point Justin stripped
and danced in his underwear. I just cracked up laughing. I had
a great time. I guess everybody else did too because when the chaperones
said, "Party over," almost everybody was still there.
`I did notice Sean was gone.' I gathered
with my roommates and walked back to the hostel. `Aaron was gone
too.' Everyone filed into the building and climbed the steps
to their respective rooms. `They must be getting freaky.'
Of course I didn't realize this until it was too late. The door
to my room swung open. The light from the hall spilled into the room.
It washed across the floor, our bags, and Aaron and Sean sleeping in the
same bed. I froze in realization. Everybody else slipped past
me, only to stand in shock at the scene before them.
At this age the slightest implication will label you as gay.
This scene is definitely implicating.
"Guys," I whispered, "guys, come on out of
there. I need to tell you something."
Mortified each person stepped out and I closed the door, returning
the room to darkness once more.
"What the hell was that!?!" John said.
"Shhhh," I whispered.
"What the hell was that?" he repeated a little
"Umm," I stammered, what could I say, that wasn't
already obvious. `They're gay and are lovers.'
Everyone sat pondering this.
"I knew something was up," Megan blurted, almost
"What?" I said.
"Huh? Oh, I knew something was up between them."
"What are you talking about?" john questioned.
"You have to be blind. . . . .," Megan said.
"Sean and Aaron are gay and have fallen in love,"
I said quickly, interrupting Megan.
"Oh," John said, a bit too calmly for my comfort.
"Well at least somebody's gettin' some on this trip."
"John!" Nicole said as she slapped his shoulder.
"Well?" he responded.
"It seems that we have more than one couple on this trip,"
I said. Both John and Jessica blushed.
"Hold on, don't change the subject." John
"What?" I questioned.
"Just that my friends are now fucking each other up the
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"I guess, wouldn't you?"
He hesitantly said, "Just give me some time. Come
on, I'm tired. Lets get some sleep."
We all agreed and once again slipped into the room, making
sure not to wake up the two lovers. `Aww, how sweet I thought.
Oh, how loving. Hummmm.'
(From Sean's perspective)
The sun peaked over the window sill, spilling through the curtains,
across my face, and onto the floor. I woke with a jolt, and immediately
blinked my eyes shut. I sat up, of course this bent Aaron's body
to an unnatural position and he woke up. Realizing the events of last
night, I gently stroked his hair.
"Thanks," he said.
"Last night. It was indescribable, just beautiful."
"Come on, lets get up. Not to put a damper on this
wonderful moment, but remember later that night. . . . . . . .they know."
We quickly got dressed and sneaked out of the room.
The door creaked and I cringed. The last thing that I want is for any
of them to wake up right now. We ascended the stairs to one of the
upper levels. I sat on the top step and pulled him down with me.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"What time are we all to get up."
"Good morning boys. Felling better Aaron?"
I heard from behind me. We both turned around to see who it was.
"Yes much better Ms. Kensington."
"Good. Look, there is something that we want to
talk to you two about."
"What is it Miss Kensington," I said.
"Well, we have been noticing some unusual behavior between
you two. For example, I have seen you two hold hands. I have
also seen you two gave fleeting glances at each other. Do you have
an explanation for this."
I looked at Aaron for support but found only a blank stare.
It seemed that he is now contribute to this conversation. I was on
my own. "Well, it seems you have us caught. I don't
know what explanation to give you other than, I guess that, we're just
friends. What did you think we are, lovers?"
"Yes, maybe, it was merely an observation. Some
of your classmates could easily deduce that you are."
"I guess, we will lay off the public display of affection,"
I said jokingly. Defeated, Miss Kensington and Miss Beecher marched
The entire place woke up within a few minutes. Aaron
and myself remained at the top of the steps and observe each of the players
getting up and out of bed. I rested my elbows on my knees and my chin
in my hands and waited for doom come. Aaron looks relatively the same
way. I lazily up on to my feet and pulled Aaron to his. We proceeded
into our room, and went to prepare our bags for travel. John gave us
this really cold stare and Tim had a smile drawn upon his lips. Everyone
else was tending to pack his or her bags, so that's what we did as
well. There was a great void of silence, almost uncomfortable.
After enough side-glances, all of which I saw, I had to confront the situation.
In the strongest voice that I could muster, I said, "Alright,
I know you all know about Aaron and I, so let's have it. Anything
you want to say to me, to us. C'mon, faggot this, faggot that,
I can take it," tears began to form in my eyes. I sat down on
the bed and collapsed under all this pressure. Aaron immediately came
to my side, and held me close. Tim also came and sat on the other side
of me. The others stared in shock. "I'm still the
same person," I said in a softer voice, "I'm still the
"I know," Tim said. After the show emotions,
the room made the pact. They would not mention our relationship to anyone
and we would keep a low profile. They would be there for us whenever
we needed them, and likewise, we would be there for them. John was
the only one who didn't like this agreement, but under Nicole's
guidance he joined in.
The Cliffs of Moher were absolutely fantastic. Indescribable
in human terms. Not to mention having Aaron and they're right
next to me. The fog was light enough that you could see for a mile,
but not beyond that. Small towers dotted the landscape. Preserved
to forever battle off the ghosts of the Vikings. Moss grew up the sides,
only enhancing the appearance. It was breathtaking. I took as
many pictures as the camera would allow. With people and without.
I took a deep breath of the ocean air, and with Aaron at my side, I could
not be happier.
This was not lived long as we were to be in the bus and on
our way to Galway, in a matter of minutes. Slightly depressed from
leaving so soon, I sat on the bus, and Aaron leaned his head against my shoulder.
I got a weird look as Mrs.Kensington, but I shrugged it off. The bus
started to ramble on down the narrow Irish streets. Aaron was out like
a lamp. It has been a stressful morning.
"So what's it like?" John Asked.
"What?" I replied.
You know what I mean."
"No, No, I really don't"
"It hushed tones he said in my ear, "Sex"
My head turned in a sharp movement and I stared blankly at him. "What,
I just want to know," he continued.
"Isn't this a little personal, you know, just between
him and me?"
"I am having a little trouble accepting this."
I came up with another confused look. "Ok, a lot of trouble."
He said. So It would help if I understood it better."
"Ok," I paused, unsure what to say, where to start,
even if here is the best place. But I figured that anyplace is as good
as any. "It is the most incredible feeling." I sunk in
my chair, remembering it all so clearly.
"Continue," he stated, "I want to know what
it is like to have a dick in your mouth?"
hesitating I said, "I feels intense. Not so comfortable
at first, but knowing that you are driving your lover over the edge makes
it all worth it. And on the flipside. Having something warm and
wet sorund your dick. Well lets just say it is a jack off session times
ten. No, a hundred.
"Wow, How about the ass?"
"Come on." He looked at me, with pleading
eyes. He really was curious. This brought up a red flag, but
I knew that he wasn't gay. There is no chance. My look
must have spelled out my thoughts.
"I'm not gay, and I know that as a fact, I just
want to know what makes it so appealing."
"Oh, well you have it all wrong. Yea the sex is
great, but what makes it all worth it is the love. Same as in a het
relationship. Just because it is two guys makes no difference in my
mind, and now hopefully in yours."
"By the way," And I felt that I could really trust
him, "I never had anal sex, I just gave it. And it felt amazing."
I turned to face the front, and rested my eyes. This signaled the end
of the conversation and he sunk back to his seat. I soon was asleep.
The bus pulled to a halt, jolting me awake. I looked
out of the window to see a very square looking building butting up against
the one next to it. "This is it?" I said in a rather sarcastic
rhetorical voice. Aaron laughed at my small joke.
Like clockwork, we retrieved our bags and steeped into the
building. All we found was a cold room with a wide set of stairs.
Unknowing where to go we did the only logical thing, we went up, and up,
and up. Three half flights. Opening the door we encountered a
rather nice looking common room and two doorways that undoubtedly led to
the rooms. Retrieving our key cards, we proceeded to find our room.
It was the same six of us. Once inside, things seemed to be a bit less
stressful about Aaron's and my secret.
Megan bluntly stated, "I want to see you guys kiss."
I turned a couple shades of red, when I found the same request in all of
my roommate's eyes. I looked and Aaron and thought, `Fuck
it.' I grabbed hold of him and pressed my lips to his.
He was hesitant at first, but too must have started to feel what I did.
The rest of the world melted away. The kiss became more passionate,
definitely including some tongue action. I suddenly became aware of
my audience, standing, jaw dropped. "WOW!!" Megan finished.
"Yea, wow," Aaron whispered into my ear.
I giggled as his breath ticked my ear. I returned to sorting my stuff.
Tim looked blankly at us for a while as did the rest of them. "What?"
"That was intense," John said, "I haven't
seen anything that….like that…..well….ever!!"
"Can I try?" Tim said as he seductively approached
"No, what do I look like, a fag…um"
"Do I??" I butted in.
"Do you what?" John asked me.
"Do I look like a faggot?"
"Well, no…but…God damn t. Stop giving
me a mind fuck!! Tim, I won't kiss you," John said.
He directed his attention to me, "I didn't mean to say that `f'
word, it just slipped. And no you don't look gay. Which
personally surprised. I thought gays were fruity, prancing, tight clothes
flamers. Or, Sex craved, male slut, child molesters. I was wrong,
"No harm done, you just learned something today."
I said. I pulled Aaron for another kiss, then finished sorting through
my things. This whole scene must have inspired Nicole, because she
jumped off her bunk and kissed John outright. It was almost comical.
We were called down to a meeting in the common, and then were
shushed out of the building to get our complimentary tour. To say the
least, I wasn't much interested. I did, however take a number
of good pictures. We walked into one of those old Catholic churches,
Each step echoed a hundred fold though the interior of the building.
It was majestic. The beauty of the Stained glass pieces and statues
just blew me away. We sat in the back for a moment, (being from a Catholic
school and all) said a few prayers. We all sat in the pews very slowly,
the sound echoed a hundred fold. I sat next to Aaron and put my hand
over his on the pew. The prayer were short, Irish in nature.
In the middle of one, Mrs. Kensington poked her head between ours, and looked
at our hands. Incriminatingly we quickly separated. However,
in her hushed tones she said, "I want to talk to you boys at the hostel.
We slunk back into our seats, caught.
On the way to our temporary home my stomach grumbled with nervousness.
Once inside we were led, almost by our ears, into Mrs. Kensinton's
room. "All right boys, I want the truth."
"Umm, I don't know what you're talking about,"
"Bull shit," She interrupted. Taken aback
by this foul mouth I was at a loss for words. "I know that there
is something going on between you, I am not blind. I want you to say
Suddenly the floor became really interesting, as I studied
the carpet follicles. "umm," was the only thing that would
escape my lips. I looked over at Aaron and his face must have been
just as contorted as mine is. But then I saw something. His face
became sharper, more bold even. His attitude was changing. He
looked up, straight into Mrs. Kensington's eyes. I followed his
gaze. He wasn't afraid. I didn't know what to feel.
"Your right," He started, "there is something
between us." He grabbed my hand and put into a comfortable grip with
his. I didn't resist, almost feeling the aura of his bravery.
"We are in love. That's right, but these four words cannot
describe all of it. I won't tell you about it all, just know
that it is serious and there is nothing that you can do to stop of even hinder
There was an uneasy silence.
It has been such a long time and I apologize for that. Family issues
have stepped in the way. But now with that cleared out of the way, the chapters
with come faster, a lot faster. Also, read my story "In The Blink Of An Eye."
There is the chaper, cliff hanger I know, but deal with it. Thanks to
all of the people who have given me moral suppot recently, it is much appreciated.
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