Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 11:28:34 -0800 (PST) From: Randy Subject: Joey and Joshua, Prelude, Chapter 5A Joey and Joshua: The Prelude, Chapter 5A: "The Decision." By Randy P. ==================================================== Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and contain descriptions of homosexual sex. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. If this type of material offends you, or if the law forbids you to read it, please exit the story now. Email comments may be emailed to: usam1a2mbt@yahoo.com. Flames will be deleted without comment. The usual copyright laws apply. Note on the Prelude: This prelude is written to provide for the setup of the main story involving Joey and Joshua and contains time gaps that may or may not be expanded in the future. Dedication: This series is dedicated to my first true love, Scott. I'll never forget the fun and love we shared, Scott. I miss you terribly. I've decided to call one of the characters Scott in this story as a tribute to what we had, love. ==================================================== 2 years later... We were changing out of our school clothes in the bedroom we'd shared for the past year when Scott glanced at me and asked, "What's wrong, babe? You've been so quiet today." I stared at the incredible body he'd acquired during puberty as I answered, "The Prom is in 3 weeks and we've not decided what to do about it yet. I'm getting bombarded with questions about which girl I'm taking and the endless jokes about prom night and more besides. They're mocking me because they know I'm gay. It's really starting to irritate me." As Scott gave me a look of sympathy, I let off a soft growl at seeing such an amazing treasure trove in front of me. He noticed my interest in his tanned hairless chest as he flirtingly unzipped his trousers and stripped them off. At the sight of my quickly tenting underwear, he grinned and danced seductively over to me, watching my enraptured face, enfolding me in a soft hug and started slowly kissing and nibbling his way down my neck, across my throat to the other side. Oh, that produced some really nice feelings and a small groan from me. I wanted him so bad! My hands started wandering over him as I felt his hands moving down my back to my rump and when he hit the top of my crack, I had to bite my lip to stop from squealing with pleasure. He must've sensed what I was feeling; he moved down to one of my erect nipples, running his tongue around and over it gently, then taking it into his mouth and sucking while massaging my butt cheeks, slowly moving towards my front. I began stroking his back, starting at the shoulders and slowly working my way down his back with a feathery light touch, causing him to moan and shake a little. I tapped his shoulder and motioned toward the bed. He quickly lay down, and I slowly lowered myself on top of him, our fully erect dicks rubbing against each other. I kept the rubbing going for a minute, and he closed his eyes as I started kissing my way down from his forehead to the hollow of his throat. I felt him fumble for my cock and moved so he couldn't get to it. His eyes opened with a frustrated expression at my action. I smiled and murmured, "Trust me, ok?" He nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing with a contented smile. Oh, I didn't want this moment to end! I moved my mouth down to his nearly dime-sized brown nipples, wetting them with my tongue, savoring the taste and size. I bit one softly, causing him to shudder a little and give off a soft noise. I kept working on his nipples as my hand caressed down his stomach to his pubes. I felt his hips move to try to get my hand on his head. I broke off hand contact, moving my tongue slowly down his body into his pubes instead, nosing my way through his boyish-smelling bush. I circumvented his manhood, going down to his sack, licking and massaging his balls with my tongue and mouth. I gently took his balls into my mouth, rolling and sucking. He gave off a gasp of pure enjoyment. After a few moments, I popped them out, and let the tip of my tongue start moving upwards his cut shaft, slowly licking every part of his slim 7-incher until I got to his mushroom-shaped head. I stopped, and he gave me a bewildered look, "What's wrong, Josh?" "Nothing, babe!" I said as I crawled into a 69 position. He quickly caught on and grinned, and we began licking, sucking and jacking in all of the ways we'd discovered in the past two years- massaging each other's sacks, playing with each other's holes, inserting a fingertip and enjoying the sensations we were producing in each other. I felt his body tensing up rapidly, his sack growing tighter, and prepared for his awesome fire. I felt him start deep-throating me as I started on the same thing. We started fucking each other's faces, moving in rhythm, and for the first time ever, we blew in perfect unison, blasting load after load of white-hot fire into each other's throats! We both gave off noises that were felt more than heard. Oh man, I wanted this second to last forever, with this stud in my mouth and his fire in my throat. We grabbed each other's bucking legs as we finished our respective orgasms, and with happy smiles on our faces, cleaned each other up. I rolled off Scott and crawled up to his face, and we enjoyed the taste of each other's cum as we played a bit of tonsil hockey. Oh, I loved him so much! We rested there without a word in each other's arms and fell asleep, our legs and arms entwined in perfect love. I awoke a bit later to Scott singing softly along with the lyrics from Heart's "Alone" as he appeared to be answering emails. Judging from the clock, I'd been asleep about an hour. I quietly stretched in sheer pleasure and quietly admired his 5' 8" muscular frame. He'd certainly filled out the last two years, adding 8 inches of height and 60 pounds while I'd not budged an inch, except for adding 20 pounds of muscle from our workouts. Sensing my study of his wonderful body, he swiveled in his chair and my jaw dropped as I took in his glorious nakedness! I moaned at that sight- this kid is so damned beautiful! "Want to have some fun, cutie, or is that only for show?" I said half-seriously. Scott's retort died on his lips as someone rapped on the door. My mom's voice rang through the door as she said, "Guys, suppertime. Play later!" Giggling, I got out of bed and in a teasing tone said, "Wonder how she knew we were playing in here? Do they have a cam set up in here or something?" "I haven't got an idea. Wait, maybe it's because we're hot and horny teenagers always after each other's bodies?" Scott mischievously replied in the same tone. Laughing at that rejoinder, we got our shorts and shirts on, joining my parents at the table. Oh yummy- spaghetti and garlic bread, one of my favorite meals. We dug in as the starving brats we were as my parents made small talk about their day. Half-listening, I concentrated on eating and tried to ignore Scott's foot rubbing my leg, attempting to drive me half-insane with lust. Dad must have noticed something happening, he leaned over to Scott and pointed his fork at him, "Hey cool it, kid, save it for later." Scott flushed red and pouted and my parents laughed. They certainly knew our antics. I leaned over and gave Scott a peck on the cheek, leaving sauce on it. He wiped it off with a disgusted look at me as I went back to devouring the mound of spaghetti I'd heaped on my plate. "I swear the two of you eat more than an elephant does," my mom lightly complained. Scott wickedly said, "Nope- he didn't eat breakfast or lunch today." My parents stopped eating and looked at each other worriedly as I remembered what had tied my stomach into knots earlier and stopped eating. Dad asked, "What's wrong, Josh?" I sighed and gave Scott an annoyed look and started to speak, but Scott interrupted me. "The prom". I glared at him with rising anger, and he started flushing with embarrassment, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Are you done embarrassing me yet?" I snapped at him. I saw him beginning to get an angry look on his face, and my dad told me, "Josh, go to your room. I'll be there in a minute." I got up and shoved my chair against the table, hitting Scott's foot. I pretended not to notice as I walked away, but I'd seen tears filling his eyes at the pain. I went to my room, slamming the door behind me. I fell onto the bed, punching the pillows and started to tear up. I *hate* it when I hurt Scott like that. He was only trying to help. A few minutes later, a knock resonated though the room. Muttering "Come in," I sat up as Dad came in. Closing the door behind him, he sat in the desk chair and looked at me. "Want to talk about it, Josh?" He asked. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so frustrated at all the questions people are asking about whom I'm bringing, the girls giggling at me when all I want to do is yell "leave me alone!" at these inane people. They're mocking me because they know I'm gay and out. I want to take Scott, but I'm afraid at the same time. They don't know he's gay. He's got 2 years of schooling left, and I don't want him to get beat up for this later. I'm scared of losing him!" I poured out. Dad got up and gave me a strong hug, saying, "Son, you can't go through life afraid for either of you. Scott can handle himself and you know that. Don't be afraid to do this, if it's what you both want. Talk it over with him. You've got a very upset and hurting boy out there. You two need to talk about this." Sighing, I said, "Yeah, you're right. Can I please borrow the car and take him someplace to talk alone?" Dad stood there and waited patiently. "Dad, I promise we won't make love in the car! Sheeze!" I said in an exasperated tone. He gave me a teasing smile and I knew he was having fun at my expense. He fished out the car keys and tossed them to me. "Be back by 9, I don't want you two out there in the dark," he said. Giving him a quick hug, I grabbed my wallet and trotted to the kitchen where Scott was sitting pushing food around his plate with a downcast expression. I walked up quietly behind him and gave him a hug, startling him. "I'm sorry, Scott. Will you forgive me, love?" I gently murmured into his ear. He jumped up at that, sending me stumbling backwards, turned around, grabbed me and planted a solid one on me. "Of course I forgive you, shorty!" He grinned at me. At that, I gave him a light punch to the chest and he laughed. I contently smiled, dangling the car keys in front of him. "Let's go for a ride. We need to talk about the prom," I quietly said to him. At his nod of agreement, we put on sandals and jumped into the car. I backed out and headed for one of our favorite spots on a side road that went though the woods. As we reached the seldom-traveled dirt road, I came to a quick decision. "Scott, you want to drive?" His jaw dropped at the offer. I had never offered before even through he'd wanted to for the past year. "Sure!" He excitedly exclaimed and we switched places. Scott took off his sandals and threw them into the back seat, growling, "Hate these things anyhow, they get in the way." Mine quickly followed suit. Why not, I figured. Shifting into gear, he drove the three miles to our spot carefully, parked and asked, "How did I do?" "You did great! Hard to believe this was your first time driving," I reassured him. His delighted smile was all the thank you I needed. I put our CD that he'd burned full of our favorite songs a few months back and listened as the music softly filled the air. It was mostly soft and slow love songs with some material from Heart mixed in that we loved. I took a deep breath and started, "Here's what I want to do. It's risky, more so for you than me. After all, you got two years of High School left and I'm going to Community in the fall where they are accepting of gay people." With an anxious expression I continued, "I want to take you to the prom and out ourselves as a couple to the school. They know I'm gay, but I don't think they know you are too." I nervously waited for his answer as he sat there thinking- one of the things I love most about him, he has a sharp mind and always looks at everything from every angle. "Well," he started, causing me to draw my breath in anticipation, "I know it's risky and I'm likely to have trouble, but I don't care. I say, let's do it. I love you so much and want the whole world to know that. Forget the consequences, we have each other and our parents. That's all we need, babe." Releasing the lungful of air I'd been holding I grabbed him and gave him the fiercest lip-lock I'd administered in quite a while. He grabbed my crotch, and it was like a bolt of electricity pulsing through me. I pushed his hand away, and to forestall his disappointed look, explained, "I promised dad we wouldn't do it in the car." He thought for a second and asked, "Isn't there a blanket in the trunk?" I remembered Dad put it in there when I'd first got my license and started going off alone with Scott two years ago. We put our sandals back on, and I grabbed the keys from the ignition. We both hurried to the trunk. Sure enough, a blanket was there. Scott lifted it out, and box of condoms fell out. As he picked it up, Scott looked at me and said, "Josh, I want to try anal sex soon. I've been meaning to ask you for a while now. We've never discussed it." Startled, I said, "I want to try that too -- soon. But I don't think today is the right time for it. We'll talk about this later if you want, hon." With an expression of pure love, He replied, "Fine by me. Right now, all I want to do is be with you and love you. Josh, you mean everything to me. I can't imagine not having you with me." As he put the box back in the trunk, there really wasn't anything I could say to that but to hug him tight. We walked hand in hand, carefully picking our way through the woods, coming to a small meadow we'd not visited before. The whole scene was such an idyllic picture - beautiful yellow flowers sprinkling the grassy field adding their wonderful scent on a warm May evening, a beautiful blue cloudless sky, the sounds of native life all around us. Both of us took in a deep lungful of the air, looking at each other and giggling. We ran together to the middle of the field and spread the blanket out in the high grass. We stepped onto the blanket and stripped, shivering in excitement. We lay down and started exploring each other's bodies. We slowly made love, ceasing only when the Sun started to set. Laughing, carrying the blanket, walking hand in hand, basking in the afterglow of our love for each other, we made our way back to the car, making small talk. He must have picked up on my thought of letting him drive back to Valley Road; he was smiling so broadly. I laughed and tossed him the keys. He started the car and drove back to Valley, where we switched places for the 15-minute drive back. The whole time I was driving, Scott had his hand on my thigh- and it was making me slightly nuts with horniness. Ah, the magic life of 15 and 18-year olds in love with each other! We pulled into the drive, went into the house holding hands with silly grins plastered on our faces and passed Dad rooting in the fridge- and after one look at our faces, he shook his head in amusement. "Dad, thanks for the blanket and condoms in the trunk. The blanket was extremely useful. We didn't need the condoms, through," I said. At that, my dad cracked his head on the fridge ceiling, then stood up holding the back of his head with a totally unexpected look of confusion. In a gruff voice, he asked "what condoms? I don't- oh yeah, I forgot about those. Well they 're there if you need them." At our looks of embarrassment, he chuckled. I tossed him the keys and we went to our bedroom, stripped, and got into bed and lay there in each other's arms until we fell asleep.