Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 14:46:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Subject: Joey and Joshua Prelude 5D Joey and Joshua: The Prelude. Chapter 5D: The Consummation. By Randy P. Copyright 2003 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 you are forbidden by law 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. Special thank you's go to: r0wr for his editing, and "Sam" for his inspiration. Please feel free to join our yahoogroup at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/randyswritings/ to receive updates, comment or give feedback on the story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Swinging our joined hands, we walked slowly to the house enjoying the warm cloudless warm night with the waning moon hanging low in the east and the brilliant stars shining overhead. A gentle wind kissed our bodies. Trading shy glances and feeling giddy, my cock started to throb even harder if that were possible, straining the zipper of my dress pants. A quick glance at Scott's crotch showed much the same thing, and I felt his hand squeeze mine tight. Returning the squeeze, stopping and facing him, pulling him into my arms, I looked into his eyes in what little light we had. "Scott... I really have nothing I can say other than I love you with all my heart. I can't describe what I'm feeling other than my feet don't feel like they're touching the ground." "What ground, Josh?" He took my hands, brought them up to his lips and kissed them. "I'm more than ready for this. I love you so much. Come on, let's go in." At my nod of agreement, we continued to hold hands and walked towards the house. Right before we reached the door, my Dad came out smiling. Saying nothing, giving us a look of love, he walked rapidly into the Bumar's place. Trading looks of curiosity, we entered the kitchen -- and saw a note propped up against the country barn-patterned sugar bowl on the dark blue tablecloth-covered kitchen table. Scott reached for the note and read it off, "Scott and Joshua, we've prepared your bedroom with some special surprises. Consider them a special gift from the four of us. We love you." Scott gave me a grin, "They never fail to surprise us, do they?" "No, they don't," I replied. Inwards I felt like... maybe they do really understand how we feel. I knew my Dad and Scott's did... and perhaps they got that message through to our mothers. It was, after all, our wedding night. Scott pulled me close to him and gave me a passionate kiss, ending up nibbling on my lips. My trembling hands held his waist with our rock hard crotches rubbing together. When we finally broke off the kiss, both of us were breathless. I licked my lips and kissed him frantically, my tongue diving into his mouth to do battle, unaware of our surroundings. We both lost control right there and then, fumbling for each other's shirt buttons and touching everywhere, moving slowly towards our bedroom. To say we couldn't keep our hands off each other would be an understatement. Getting each other's shirt open and off, dropping them on the hall floor and stroking skin wherever we could reach, we reached our bedroom door. Scott shoved it open, the door banging into the side of one of the bookcases. I surprised him by sliding a hand between his legs, and one under his arms -- and picked up all 145 pounds of him and carried him to our bed. He looked at me in surprise, his arms going around me automatically -- and we both traded glances as I sat him down on the bed, both of us remembering the last time I had carried him into our bedroom - the day we came out to our parents as a couple. We both slowly became aware of the soft strains of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" playing in the background as the scent of Apple-Cinnamon filled the air. We looked around in surprise, noticing the flickering flames of candles set on top of two short bookcases and the desktop in ornate heavy holders. The bedspread was folded back, exposing the purple silk sheets I had put on the bed while Scott was in the shower before the Prom. There was a tray with two champagne glasses on the desk with a bottle sticking out of an ice-filled bucket next to them. After taking in all of the details, I helped Scott up off the bed. We helped each other out of the rest of our clothing and admired each other's bodies. Taking his hand, we went the few feet to the bucket. Scott gently pulled the green bottle out of the bucket and we read on the label, "Moet and Chandon Champagne" with the words "Imperial Brut" in a semi-circle above that. Whistling, Scott mentioned, "This stuff isn't cheap, I think." "No, it's not, honey. I saw Dad looking at some stuff online a few months ago for the wedding anniversary party coming up soon and it was like 75 bucks a bottle," I replied with amazement. "Oh, wow. Now how do you open this?" "Beats me. Take off the foil and pop the cork with the extractor tool thing?" I asked in reply, picking up the corkscrew tool and making a twisting motion. Giving the bottle to me and picking up the glasses, "Well, it's our wedding night, love. You open it," Scott answered, giving me one of his brilliant smiles. Giving him a smile in return, I removed the foil and worked the screw in. As the cork popped out, bubbly pale yellowish fluid escaped the bottle only to be caught in the glasses by Scott. I poured gently, putting the bottle back into the holder after I had filled the flutes halfway. Giving me a glass, Scott raised his to my lips and I mirrored his actions. "To us... forever," Scott said looking into my eyes. "To us... forever." With that, we each took sips, blinking at the smooth mellow taste. "You know, this stuff is... tickling my nose!" I exclaimed. Giggling, "Yes, it does." Scott set his glass on the tray and I copied him. We moved closer, our cocks pressing up against each other as our arms went around each other. Leaning his head on mine, looking into my eyes, Scott nervously asked, "Shower first as we agreed?" "Yeah, babe. We've gone through this so many times the last two weeks preparing... are you sure?" I hesitantly asked. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes. I want to do this with you. I love you, Josh, and I want to feel you buried in me and... take our love to the ultimate experience." Squeezing his hand tight as we walked to the shower, "And I want you in me. My heart could burst with everything I feel for you. I... can't describe what I feel. You're mine and I'm yours." As we entered the bathroom, "Yes, we are," Scott answered. He turned on the water as I got down the towels. Admiring his backside, I reached out and rubbed his right cheek. Turning back and grinning at me, he slipped into the shower. I eagerly followed -- and met him looking at me with a water gun. He let loose a blast of water as I shouted and got a face full. Scott giggled as I choked on the water and wrestled the gun away and shot at his balls. He laughed and I tossed the empty gun out of the shower into the sink muttering under my breath. Grabbing some soap and a washcloth, I started to wash his smooth tanned chest, spending time lovingly caressing his nipples. He leaned back against the wall, softly moaning. I slowly worked my way down his hard abs and gently washed his rock-hard cock and balls. Slowly jacking him off with one hand while squatting, I washed the front and back of his legs, then stood up and turned him around. He held on to the wall, breathing heavily as I did his back -- while simultaneously rubbing my cock up and down his crack, something we'd done a good deal the last few weeks in preparation for this event. I slipped my cock between his legs and poked his sack and he arched his back. "Oh, babe... I want you in me now!" He pleaded. I drew my cock out from between his legs, "Rinse off and I'll get cleaned off fast and we can get to bed," I muttered. Scott rinsed off, grabbed the cloth from me and quickly washed me down; paying special attention to the pulsing cock that would soon be buried into him. Giving it a kiss, he stood up and I rinsed off. Turning off the water, we stepped out and dried each other off gently. Taking him by the hand, I led him to our "nuptial" bed. He climbed into the center and laid on his back. Climbing up on top of him, I kissed him gently, looking into those marvelous brown eyes of his -- eyes that spoke trust and love at this moment. He kissed back, his hands rubbing my back as mine slowly moved down his sides, massaging his firm skin. As his hands reached my ass cheeks, I slid off him to the side, turning around so his turgid tool was right within tonguing distance. Scott rolled over on his side, giving my cock's underside a lick as I licked my way down the side of his shaft. We settled quickly into our normal 69 routine, nibbling and sucking, bobbing up and down each other's cock, being careful not to bring each other to orgasm - with one exception. This time I decided to do something I've never done before. Sliding his cock out of my mouth, "Why don't you lay on your stomach, love? I want to do something different." He complied and I moved my way to between his legs. "I'm not going to go in you yet, I want to try something, okay?" "Okay, Josh," he replied, closing his eyes, putting his head down on his arms, relaxing. I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue from the top of his crack down to his balls. He squealed in response, his head swiveled to look at me, and I raised my head. "What? Don't like it?" "I love it. That felt so good!" He exclaimed, putting his head back down on his arms, his body visibly relaxing. I bent back down and ran my tongue over his hole, feeling him shiver in excitement. Taking a deep breath, I slowly swirled around his pucker and slid into his hole, tasting him for the first time. Hearing a squeal of delight, I grinned and kept exploring Scott's hole, my tongue darting in and out, swirling around as I tried to imitate the stuff I'd read. Scott's moans of pleasure told me I was doing something right. I slowly tongue-fucked him, stroked his cheeks and legs, loving the fact that I was able to pleasure him so -- and found that this turned me on beyond belief. My cock just ached to be held and stroked. Wetting a finger with my precum, I withdraw my tongue for a moment, "Scott, I'm going to slide my finger in there... this time instead of using my spit, I'm going to use my precum." His head turned around and he looked at me as he grinned, "Okay. I can't wait." He laid his head back on his arms and relaxed further if that was even possible. I lubed up my finger again and probed his hole as I'd done countless times over the two years of exploring... and slid in slowly, surprised at the looseness I already felt. I had no idea how much further I had to loosen him so I nuzzled and licked his back while slowly sliding in and out of him with my one finger. Scott purred, and I literally mean purred, drawing a chuckle out of me. "Boy, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" "Oh, yeah... I love having sex with you, Josh. I can't wait until we finally get to experience this part of love. Mmmmm..." I added a second finger in and licked from the top of his crack to the base of his skull with the tip of my tongue, causing him to squirm with delight and his moans took on an erotic quality, nearly constant. I felt him relax even more as I nibbled his neck. "Josh... I don't know how much more relaxed I can get. I'm not afraid, not even a bit. Make love to me." Giving his love hole a final thrust with my finger and nudging his prostate, hearing a groan of pleasure and his seeing his back arch, I said, "I'm more than ready too love." I withdrew my fingers out of him and he turned over onto his back, giving me an impish grin and reached for the bottle of lube we'd brought a few days ago. Moving up between his legs so he could get hold of my love tool, he took a generous amount, warmed it up with his fingers and stroked my cock, spreading the slippery substance. I groaned in pleasure nearly orgasming there and then from his expert stroking. Geeze, this guy knew all the ways to get me off. After a few moments of stroking, he lifted his legs back up against his chest with his feet angled to the outside. I moved slowly to bring my head against his anus, trembling with emotion as my head touched his glory hole for the first time and looked into his eyes. He looked back with a serious look, settled his legs around my hips and took a deep breath. "Ready, babe?" I asked. "With all my heart and mind," he answered. Nodding and watching tears start to fall, tears of joy I knew -- for I was doing the same thing. I pushed and slowly parted him, my head sliding past his ring muscle. He took a breath of surprise and winced a little bit. I immediately stopped and stroked his legs. "You okay?" Nodding, "Yeah, Josh. Always a little bit of pain at first. Thank God we've practiced the last few weeks with a dildo." Staying still with just my head in him, "Tell me when you're ready love. I don't want to hurt you. I'd rather die before I did." He took another deep breath, "Come on... this feels so awesome. It's nothing like that dildo." Smiling at his handsome face, I slowly worked my way inwards, stopping halfway along my 5.5 inches and watching his face, holding back soft moans. He had this most incredible expression of love, looking back at me, smiling. "Come on, babe. You aren't hurting me." He reached up and wiped my tears off. "Fill me." I pulled back to the edge and slid in, falling into a gentle thrusting pattern, moans escaping me at the incredible pleasure I was feeling -- and pleasure at seeing him enjoy the intense emotions that were filling the both of us. I went deeper with each thrust and felt him lift his hips to meet my motions. My hand quickly found his cock just as my balls touched his skin and I started to jack him off in time with my thrusting, bending down to kiss him deeply, my tongue sliding in to twine with his, his hands rubbing my back and grabbing my ass, pulling me in deeper. I lost all caution and settled into a fast and deep rhythm, making love to him, both of us going wild at this newfound raw passion. I felt and heard Scott moaning and writhing, gasping for breath as I thrust quickly, my body completely taking over our lovemaking, trying to get air into my lungs. Scott locked eyes with mine and gave off a wordless shout as his cock exploded, sending shot after shot all over both of our chests. That was all the incentive I needed to erupt in him, filling him with spurts of my juice, biting his lip, his fingers digging into my back as my balls slapped and I bored into him, not wanting this glorious moment of release to end. Slowing down, reducing my jerking Scott off as well, I kissed him gently -- and he pulled me down on top of him fully forcing me to stop sliding on his slippery tool and slow down my thrusting even more. I felt his arms and legs wrap tighter around me and we gently kissed, grinning, looking into each other's eyes. "That was incredible, Josh. I... I've never had an orgasm like that before. Mmmm, still feels good, you going in and out." I looked at his handsome face and stroked it with my clean hand, "Yes, it was incredible, love. I can't believe how intense this was either. I love you so much!" His response was a firm kiss and, "I love you too. Now and forever." Slowing down to a stop, I laid quietly in him for a moment and withdrew my softening cock from his glory hole, causing him to sigh in disappointment. "I really loved having you in there. It felt so... right." I blushed, "You know, Scott... I've been dreaming about this for a year. I never thought this would be so awesome. I love you more than ever, my sweet gentle lover." "I still remember when you first called me babe, lover and we became boyfriends. I still remember how scared we were when we started. I can't believe how far we've come, how close we are... and how much I love you. Josh... I'm glad we grew up together. I can't imagine being with anyone else. I've waited so long for this too. I'm happy we did, because it means something." Kissing him in tender reply, I felt him grab my wrist and bring my hand up between us. We cleaned off the hand in a time-honored tradition we had, giggling at his taste as usual. He'd developed a sugary taste, no doubt fueled by the sweets he loved so much. I rolled off him and laid down next to him, feeling his arms wrap around me. I looked up into his handsome face and saw him with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. This guy was awesome! He nuzzled my neck and it was enough to make me moan in pleasure. "I think we'd best get cleaned up before I ooze out all over these sheets, Josh. It wouldn't do to mess those up," Scott giggled. Laughing, I agreed. We got up and headed for the bathroom. I started the shower back up and hopped in while Scott did his business, washing up and waiting for my sweet lover. After a few moments, he joined in and I quickly pounced on him, washing him down with a tenderness that surprised us both. We didn't have to say anything, we knew what the other was thinking, enjoying being together. After we had gotten done with our shower, we stepped out and dried each other off. "I'm hungry, are you?" I asked. "Oh yes, with all that work?" "Work?" I asked in a mock-outraged tone. I did most of the work, silly." "That you did! My turn next, stud." I blushed and handed him a hunter green bathrobe, slipping into my own blue one. We held hands and sauntered out to the kitchen. Scott rooted around in the fridge, finding some leftover Pasta Primavera, popping the cover off and tossing it into the microwave. I went back into the bedroom, remade the bed, turning the covers down and retrieving the champagne tray and going back out into the kitchen. Setting it down on the table, I watched as he put out plates and silverware, letting out a small "ooh!" at the champagne. Giving me that smile of his, he retrieved the Primavera from the nuker and we sat down to enjoy a meal. While he dished out the Primavera, I filled up our champagne flutes. "Ooh, this stuff tickles!" Scott exclaimed. "Yeah, it does. Boy, this stuff takes getting used to." Scott sighed, "I wonder what set Frank off like that. I mean, it's not like he didn't know you were gay -- or coming to the Prom." After chewing on some pasta and washing it down with a sip of the champagne, "He's screwed up, Scott. His parents have always taught him that being gay was the work of the devil and gays were `free targets', so to speak." "Unbelievable. You aren't a threat to him, he's bigger than me. I don't get it. How does one go from being indoctrinated like that to actually attacking someone?" He questioned. "Me either. We've scrapped for the last 4 years, fought on and off. I wonder if he is gay and trying to fight that fact. This could be his way of showing his self-hatred. I mean, he has been taught that being gay is wrong. If he is indeed gay, he would act out like that, I think. Maybe I'm just grasping at straws here. I really wish I knew." Scott asked, "Why don't you go visit him tomorrow at the jail?" Slowly cleaning off my plate, I considered my options. I could visit him and try to figure out why he did it, or I could just let him simmer and learn the hard way that violence isn't the answer. Taking a deep breath, "Scott, I think he needs to learn that violence isn't the answer. I'll talk to him in a few days, I think. Right now, he needs to learn a lesson." Opening his mouth and then closing it without saying a word, he cleaned off his plate. Getting up and taking our plates to the sink, "I really think maybe a talk with him would help, hon. How's your hand feeling?" "A little sore, but nothing major," I replied as I went to the freezer and got out some Rocky Road Ice Cream. Scott grinned as I displayed the carton and dished out small bowls for us, tossing the carton back into the freezer afterwards. "I'm really glad you weren't hurt bad. I was so angry when he attacked you. I honestly could have killed him right then and there for doing that," Scott said with two red anger spots appearing on his cheeks. As we went into the Living Room and sat on the couch, "I'm glad you didn't hurt him, Scott. Violence matching violence isn't always the answer. Sometimes it's justified, but..." "Yeah, I know. The way you handled that bully a few months ago is proof you need to sometimes," Scott stated, snuggling up against me and feeding me a spoonful after taking a few bites. "Oh, shaddup, you. Just because I clobbered a guy for bullying a 9th grader doesn't mean I was right." Chuckling at the successful tease, Scott slowly consumed his treat and I finished mine off first, setting the bowl down on the floor. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his neck, hearing him softly moan as he finished. He set the bowl down, half turned in my arms and kissed me gently, nibbling on my lips afterwards. He broke off the kiss and got up, pulling me up. I picked up the bowls on our way out. He headed for the bedroom while I made a fast detour to the sink, trotting into the bedroom afterwards, shivering in excitement. Entering the bedroom, I heard the music change to Heart's "Alone", our favorite song and Scott turned around, his bathrobe open, his love tool at full attention. Chuckling and stripping my robe off, I walked over to him and slid my hands under his robe and behind him, pulling him close. "Looks like little Scotty is ready for some more personal attention," I grinned. "Oh, yeah, he is. And so is joshy from the looks of it," Scott mischievously answered, taking my stiff rod into his hand and slowly moved his hand up and down, twisting a little bit at the end. Moaning in pleasure, I kissed him, our tongues meeting and swirling around each other's, one of his hands tweaking a nipple. Groaning, I steered us toward the bed, falling onto my back and pulling him down on top of me. After we were on the bed, he kissed back, holding my hands, then sliding down my neck to just the right spot and literally driving me wild by sucking. My back arching and grinding into him, I bit his shoulder and he reacted with a squeak of pleasure. Leaving my neck, he slowly nibbled his way up to my jaw line and went down the line to my chin and then to my throat, softly humming in time to the music. At that point, I was so far gone in the waves of pleasure to notice what song it was. Scott slowly worked his way down my chest, beelining to a nipple, licking and sucking on one, then shifting to the other as his hand slowly jacked me off. Whimpering, I stroked his beautiful reddish brown hair and softly stroked his neck as he switched nipples, every sense of mine on fire. Leaving my nipples after a short time, he licked and sucked his way down my abs and stomach, nosing his way through my trimmed bush as his hands caressed up and down my sides. I let my feet rub against him as he kneeled between my open legs. Holding my member in his soft hand, he licked my slit and maneuvered down one side of my engorged cock, his tongue moving in every direction possible as he reached my base and held my cock against his cheek while licking his way to the other side of my tool and starting back up. Kneading my balls with a hand whiles lowly working to the top, he paused for a moment to play in my slit, eliciting a soft growl from me. Nibbling his way down the bottom of my throbbing dick, his hand dropped to under my sack to stroke between my crack and balls. Holding my legs apart, I lifted them up to my chest, giving him access to my crack. His hand promptly darted downwards to stroke all along my crack as he moved down to my balls, licking my sack and nosing it. I looked, saw him moistening one finger with his precum, and took a deep breath to relax. I felt the familiar sensation of his finger playing with my hole as he took one ball into my mouth and sucked on it, using his lips to pull my sack tenderly. I groaned as his finger probed into my anus, taking an involuntary breath, my back arching again. His touch was like an electric shock, making me shudder in pleasure and pain. Slowly sliding his finger in and out, he let go of my balls and looked into my face with an anxious expression. "You, okay babe?" He asked. I nodded in reply and relaxed more, letting his expert ministrations prepare me for taking his 7-inch cock knowing it was going to be extremely difficult; I could barely handle the 6-inch dildo we'd been using for the last few weeks to prepare for tonight. We both knew it was going to be tough, but I wanted this. Badly. As he added a second finger to the mix, I consciously forced myself to relax. Scott stopped and looked up at me, "Josh, I have an idea. You're not relaxing enough. How about we ask your Dad for a shot of his brandy for you, just enough to loosen you up? I don't think he would object." "I'd rather not, babe. I want to experience everything. We've got some champagne in us already, which should be enough." Getting up off the bed, he scampered off into the kitchen, returning with the half-full bottle and the two flutes we'd been using. Scott looked at me with a pleading look, "Drink up, buddy. You aren't relaxing at all. You're so tight, I couldn't get that dildo in you without a hammer, I think. I don't want to wind up hurting you. Please drink some." I sighed, "Alright, alright. I will." Taking the proffered glass, he poured it full. Grumbling under my breath, I swallowed it down quickly, burping a bit afterwards, which he giggled at. He refilled my glass, setting the empty bottle down on the side table and I glared at him. "You know, I don't wanna be drunk for this. I want to be able to enjoy it." "You aren't gonna be drunk. Just relaxed, hon. I don't want to hurt you. This is supposed to be a wonderful night. I don't want you to remember it as a night of pain." "I know, hon. I don't want to be drunk either!" He muttered, "Josh, just drink it, please." Complying, I finished off the second glass and set the flute on the bedside table and laid back down, drawing my knees up to my chest. Scott got some lube and heavily greased his fingers up, sliding into me easily, working my tight ass with his fingers. He poked his head in between my legs and licked my cock from bottom to top, taking me into his mouth and slowly gliding up and down while he twisted and turned his fingers, adding a third one, slowly spreading and contracting, rubbing and soothing. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off into relaxation, helped by the alcohol in my system, feeling his work on my cock and hole. Feeling him withdraw from my ass, I steeled myself, looking up at him, taking a deep breath. He spread some lube on his tool and looked at me with an expression of tenderness. Licking his lips, he held my cheeks apart and moved up. I could feel his head pressing against me. I took the deepest breath I could and felt him press slowly, his head sliding into me. Gasping at feeling of being parted, I felt his hands tenderly holding my legs. He slowly worked his way into me, going slow inch by slow inch, moving around. After about 4 inches of penetration, he stopped and looked at my face. I tried not to show any pain, but I knew I couldn't hide anything from him. He pulled back and slowly thrust in part way, keeping it shallow and slow. He reached down and took my hands in his, looking with concern at my face. "I'm okay, babe, let's keep going, please," I pleaded. Scott didn't answer, just kept thrusting slowly and shallowly, letting me get used to him, holding my hands. I moved in time with him, squeezing my muscles as tight as I could around his rod and felt him slide a little deeper with each thrust, going slow and careful. Looking into his brown eyes, I smiled in encouragement. Letting out a sigh of relief, he settled down into a slow and even rhythm, slipping in deeper. Wrapping my legs around his lower back, I pulled him down into a passionate kiss, grunting with his motions. He held my hands tight, kissing back, moaning in pleasure as he finally settled fully into me after a few minutes and began to thrust quickly, taking me into his hand and jacking me off in time with his motions. Biting my lip from the mixture of pain and pleasure I was experiencing, I met his thrusts with grunts, my hands digging into his back. I reached around to his chest as he kept sliding faster and twisted his nipple. He shuddered, the expression on his face one of sheer pleasure. Inside, I was a bit frustrated; he totally enjoyed both ways from his expression and I had this weird mix of pain and pleasure. Damn. I wanted to enjoy this so much. Resolving not to show my pain, I gasped in pleasure as he prodded my prostate with his head. Fighting to keep from orgasming until he did, I concentrated on his handsome face, our bodies rocking in time with his quick thrusts. I felt his cock began to swell, yanked on his nipple to encourage him and was rewarded by the feeling of shot after shot splashing into my walls and his shout of victory, pounding my ass with all the force he could muster, his balls slapping into me, sweat pouring off us both, the bed creaking with our frantic motions. My cock exploded a few seconds after his, sending a few shots of creamy juice splattering between us with me shouting in pleasure. Oh, that was an intense feeling, overriding my pain. I grabbed the back of Scott's head and pulled him down in a fierce kiss, working his lower lip as he slowed down, becoming gentle once again. Kissing me back, he continued to hold one hand gently while slowly working my softening cock. "Mmmmmm, Scott," I moaned, looking into those wonderful eyes of his. Slowing to a stop, he anxiously gasped, "That was... wonderful. Did you like it?" "Yeah, I liked it." "But? You know I can read you like a book. I know you were in pain." "Yea, I was," I admitted. "I think I prefer topping to bottom. But, to be honest, I did enjoy it at the end." Looking at me intently, he made a confession of his own, "I prefer to bottom, I think. It feels better and I hate causing you pain, my husband." I blinked in surprise, "Guess we are now, aren't we?" I giggled and continued, "I love you, Scott." "I love you too, babe. Now and forever." He slowly withdrew from me causing me to moan and him to giggle. Leaning down, he licked my stomach and chest clean of the juice I'd deposited a few minutes ago. Shivering at the feel of his tongue on my skin, I stroked the back of his hair gently, luxuriating in the feel of his hair. He finished his cleanup and nestled into me, sliding between my arm and torso. I held him close, smiling, looking at him and he grinned back, laying his head on my chest afterwards, looking exhausted. Feeling my ass ooze, "Babe, I think maybe I need to flush this stuff out of me. I'm dripping." Sliding out from under my arm and getting to his feet with a groan, he pulled me up and we walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and jumped in while I cleaned up, expelling his precious juice. After finishing, I joined him in the shower and we tenderly washed each other down, trading kiss after kiss and caressing each other. Finishing our shower, we exited and dried each other off, went and got into our shorts and t-shirts and padded out into the kitchen. Rummaging in the freezer, I found a supreme pizza and popped it into the oven as Scott sat down at the table. Getting down two glasses, I filled them with milk and sat next to him. "It's been a long night. I never imagined it would turn out this way," I said after taking a drink of milk. "I know. I was surprised Derek and you were able to make peace." "I really didn't want to see him when we got there. I'm glad we were able to at least talk civilly." Grinning at me, Scott downed half of his glass. "I can't wait to finish High School. It's gonna be different this year without you there." "I know. I'm excited about going to Community in the fall in their 2-year architectural program. It's going to be weird not seeing you during the day. I'm thankful I won't have to work at nights so we can be together during that time, at least," I smiled. Holding my hand tight, "I don't want to be separated from you any more than I have to, love. But we do have to think about our futures." "Have you decided what you want to do yet?" "I'm thinking business of some sort. I haven't quite decided which area of business yet." I nodded in response, "You've got time yet, hon. We've got plenty of time. Both to love and be with each other." "I know. And I'm looking forward to being with you forever." Blushing, I heard the timer go off and smelled the aroma of the pizza. I got up, gloved up and removed the pizza, cut it up, placed it on the table while Scott refilled our milk glasses. We dived into the pizza like the hungry teens we were, making small talk. We kept touching each other throughout the course of the meal, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Both of us were as happy as we've ever been -- and fully complete to boot.