Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2016 13:05:27 +0200
From: Field Man
Subject: Light at the end of the tunnel - Chapter 3: Quartz, Onyx and Ruby

Story: Light at the end of the tunnel
Chapter 3 - Quartz, Onyx and Ruby

"Wait!" He hopped to my side as I was heading home. "You can't wander in
the streets like that. You've got blood all over your clothes and on your
face"

As annoying as it was, he had a point. The punctures were still dripping
blood and it was obvious that I wasn't going to make it very far in this
part of town looking like this, I would most likely be arrested by the
police within the first hundreds meters. Still?he was the one who put me in
this situation.

Where the hell is he going with this?

"Maybe you should have thought about it beforehand" I said harshly.

"Look? I'm really sorry, ok? I mean it. I still think you're an ass, but I
didn't want to harm you."

"Why, thanks!" I rolled my eyes and started walking again, but he hopped
ahead of me and stopped me.

"C'mon, just let me make it up to you. We'll disinfect your cuts, and I'll
find you some clean clothes to wear instead of those bloody ones. Then you
can leave and never talk to me again. Deal?"

The struggle was real. The mere suggestion of going to his home would have
made my knees weak a few hours before, but now? I was really pissed at him
and going there was the very last thing I wanted. On the other hand?Rosa
would freak out if I came home like this.

Sigh? I think I'm cornered here. I don't really have a choice. I'll just go
there, get the clean clothes, and leave.

"Alright, but only because I can't go home like this." I answered in a
pout.

I could swear that a slight smile brightened his face when I said that. It
lasted one second, but I was sure it was there.

The walk was rather quiet. He made sure to keep his dog on a tight leash,
and I made sure to stay a few steps behind. Every now and then, I would
notice him glancing discreetly at me. Not quickly enough to be a "is he
still following?" glare, not lasting enough to be some sort of remorseful
stare.

This was the kind of thing that made this boy a real mystery to me. At
first, he was lovely; then, he was a real ass. With most people, you can
easily decipher their feelings by their attitude, by the way they walk,
speak, or look. When it came to him, I was facing a black box. Except for
the rare times he willingly expressed his emotions in the short time I had
known him, none of them would surface; and if they did, he'd suppress them
right away.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off and with every step I took, the
pain grew. I kept my arm immobilized against my chest, as the slightest
move would make me wince, and took a few deep breaths of cold air. It
helped me regain my senses, made my head clear. I wasn't mad
anymore. Upset, yes, but not mad. His dog attacked me, but deep down I
could understand that it was just a mistake. He just happened to be in the
wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong dog. Just like your servant,
if we think it through: I also was in the wrong place, at the wrong time,
with the wrong dogs. If I can't put things in perspective, how can I expect
him to do so? I could see how it seemed easier for him to deal with the
beating and humiliation by "wiping it off" his memory as a whole; but I
hoped that he would realise that I was no guiltier than he. Though, one
thing was no mistake: the shoving. And that hurt.

When we eventually reached his house, something startled me. The windows
were dark and not a single light was to be seen in the house.

No one's home at this time of the day? Weird?

He reached for the keys in his pocket, opened the door and rushed inside,
leaving me standing on his porch, wondering what I should do. After a few
seconds, he came back into the doorway and stared at me suspiciously.

"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to bite you" He said with a sly
wink.

"Very funny? Don't you want to tell your parents you're bringing someone
over?" I asked like the polite boy I was.

His face dropped briefly, but he was once again so quick to regain his
composure that I wondered if it even happened at all. "Don't worry about
that, they're not around. Come in."

I stepped in and followed him into a narrow corridor that led us to the
kitchen. The house was modest and seemed as neglected in the inside as it
was on the outside, nothing like the one I lived in.

"Here, get yourself comfy while I grab the medical stuff" He pointed to the
table with his finger and left. I grabbed a - wobbly - stool and sat on it,
letting my eyes freely wander around the room.

The paint on the walls was starting to wear out; a window was broken and
fixed with a plastic bag tapped to the frame; and the furniture was so
old-fashioned it looked like straight out of the 50's store down the
street. None of this really mattered, though. Back in my old town, I had
friends who would be uncomfortable - and this is a real euphemism - being
here, and some who would downright refuse to enter the house. Me? I didn't
care. As long as the ceiling didn't fall on me, I was alright with it.

He came back shortly after with a metal box under his arm and sat next to
me, turning to face me. He put the box on the table and rummaged in it
until he found a bottle of surgical spirit, a few compresses and a
bandage. He started pouring alcohol on a compress but he stopped when his
eyes crossed mine.

"Something's wrong?"

Damn. Am I so obvious?

"Not really? but? maybe you have some Neosporin instead of this?"

He smiled at my request. A real smile! Well, a mocking smile, but the first
since what felt like ages. One that I could enjoy, free to blink without
being afraid that it'd be gone when my eyes open again.

I did my best to stay upset with him - not for long, just enough to?make a
point -, but it was a real challenge. Who wouldn't be charmed by this
smile?!

"Sorry Sir, there's no such thing here. You'll have to do with it! Man up a
little, will ya?" He answered me as he was literally soaking the
compress. "Alright, take off your clothes"

"You want me to what?!"

Did I hear him right?

"How do you want to clean your cuts if you keep your hoodie on? Take it off
and give me your arm"

Ohhhh. Geez. I feel so goofy now.

The wince that twisted my face as the sleeve rubbed my forearm somehow
masked the blush that was building in my cheeks, but I figured that hanging
the hoodie on the door behind me would give enough time for my
embarrassment to wear off completely.

As soon as I sat back and laid my arm on the table, he placed his hand
under my wrist, grasped it and applied the soaked compress to the
punctures. He stopped midway, wearing a sly grin that did not bode well.

 "Alright, here's the important question. How do you want to play it? Tough
guy or pussy?"

What the?? What does he even mean by that?

Before I could even figure out what he meant, he stared into my puzzled
eyes, his grin widening as his grasp got firmer, and told me "Okay, tough
guy it is !" before pouring alcohol right on my forearm, aiming for the
punctures.

"What the?OWWWWWW! FUUUUUCK!!" I yelped and jerked my hand back the very
second I felt the stinging and flaming pain overwhelm me.

I was unable to stay still, wiggling on my stool and trying to make the
pain stop by waving my arm around. I could feel the burning liquid seeping
into my broken flesh, the pain increasing as alcohol, drop after drop,
travelled deeper. In fact, I think waving my arm made it even worse, as my
solicited muscles made room for more alcohol to seep in.

As the pain eased, I noticed that this jerk was actually laughing. Not a
slight snickering, but real laughter. I clenched my fist and gave him a
half-playful, half-genuine, punch in the shoulder. "Bastard!"

A wince appeared on his face and a whimper escaped his lips when I hit the
sensitive spot, still aching from the past day unfortunate moment, but he
was quick to regain his composure. "Ow! Now, that was mean!" He looked at
me with a feigned pout on his face but betrayed himself when a last snicker
he couldn't suppress escaped his lips.

"Says the guy who unleashed his dog on me" I pointed out sardonically.

His pout became more genuine and mixed with?concern? "Come on? That's not
fair. It's not like I told him to bite you, he just acted on his own. I
even yelled him to stop but he didn't listen. Besides...you and your
friends have not been really nice to me either"

Oh geez, here it goes again.

"Meh? I told you, they aren't my friends anymore. I'm really sorry about
what happened. They're real jerks"

I tried to lock my eyes with his, but he fled my glare and didn't
answer. Instead, he picked up a new compress, poured some disinfectant on
it and approached my wounds with it. My arm was still sore from the burning
shower and there was no way I'd undergo this hell again.

I mean, I could just leave it like that and hope it'll cure by itself. Who
needs two arms anyway?

I tried to move my arm out of his reach but he was faster than me. He took
a gentle grasp of my wrist and placed it on my knee, my hand resting on top
of his. His hand was so warm! I jerked a bit from the contact, the
sensation sending tingling through my whole lower body. I'd never had any
experience with boys - or girls, for the record -, this was totally new for
me! The unique shivers that traversed my being? I was already addicted.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle this time" He assured me, his bright eyes
revealing his sincerity.

He applied the compress very delicately, hardly brushing against it at
first. My eyes were closed in dread, bracing for another painful
experience. But to my surprise, it didn't hurt. His touch definitely was
gentle. He was staring at me when I opened my eyes, but for once? he didn't
look away.

"See? It doesn't hurt. Now, brace yourself, I'm going to actually touch
you" He snickered.

Wait, what? I looked down and indeed, the compress was a few inches away
from the punctures. Sigh? I'm such a dork sometimes. His hold softened and
he started rubbing ever so gently with the compress, doing his best not to
hurt me; but as gentle as he was, the pain returned in a heartbeat. It was
more bearable than what he calls "the tough guy way" but even so, I
couldn't suppress the winces. I struggled as hard as I could to keep my
eyes open, to enjoy diving into his for as long as he would allow, but the
stinging was too intense.

"Shouldn't you call your parents? I mean, it's dark outside, they might be
worried" He wondered, trying to draw my attention off the pain.

I giggled "I don't think so. My dad has been summoned somewhere in Asia and
my mother won't be home before midnight, if she even returns at all. I sent
a text to my maid on our way here though, so it's alright".

"You have a maid? For real? I'm sorry, should I have bowed when we first
met or something?" Hah! The playful boy I knew was back. Take that, Hyde!

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Very funny again. How about yours?"

"Hmm lemme see. Maid? MAID?" He called out in the house. "Nope, none
here. That's what I thought"

 "I was talking about your parents, smartass"

He got up to throw the compress in the bin and answered casually "My mum is
not around anymore; and my dad is probably laying drunk on the floor of
some foul dingy bar downtown"

My smile disappeared in a blink. His mum is not around anymore? Does that
mean?is she dead? Awwww?It made me feel so sad for him.

I know what it is to live without your mother, but I still see mine every
now and then; I can't imagine how painful it must be for him?especially if
what he told about his dad is true. I don't know what is up with me and
hugging people, but now is one of those moments I just want to tackle him
and hug him very tight. Not "fun" hugs, just?genuine and caring
hugs. Protect him from the world.

"Oh damn, dude?I'm sorry."

He picked some bandage, looked right into my eyes and asked cynically "Why?
Were you driving that truck?"

The question left me dumbfounded. "Wh?how?What?! Of course not!"

"Then keep your apologies for yourself. Gimme your arm"

What the hell just happened again?! This boy amazes me. How can he be so
lovely, playful and - in his own way - caring one moment and be such a
cynical and sarcastic jerk the following second?

To my great disappointment, his hand left my knee as he raised my arm and
started wrapping it with the bandage. His gestures were so careful, so
gentle, that it required all his attention and gave me the opportunity to
take a long, good, shameless look at him. His beautiful bright eyes were
squinted in an attempt to make his motions as accurate as possible; his
cheeks, still faintly rosy from the cold, looked soft as a peach and only
his tender cherry lips, that he was slightly biting, looked more
kissable. My eyes lingered on them, wondering if tasting them would be the
mind blowing experience I pictured. Not even his black eye, or his
swelling, could make him look less attractive in my eyes. Unconsciously, I
half-closed my eyes, diving into a daydream; I descended into a fantasy
world where his hand would delicately land on my cheek, brushing it as he
would lean closer and closer?letting a slow and gentle kiss linger on my
lips. The kiss, slow and gentle at first, would get more passionate as?.

 "Ouch!" My dream faded instantly and my eyes burst open to a grinning
Nathan, his thumb pressing on the oversensitive spot of my forearm. "Why
did you do that?!" I asked him in a whine.

"That's for not listening to me when I'm talking to you"

Wait what? Geez, I really have to stop phasing out like that. "Sorry, I was
thinking about something else."

"Yeah?something" he snickered. "I was telling you that you're all wrapped
up. Now come with me, we'll find you a shirt which won't make you look like
a freaking serial killer" He got up and headed to another room of the house
but stopped midway. "Oh?By the way, you might want to "relax" a bit before
following me. I'll be in the third room on the right" He added with a
giggle.

What does he even mean by "relax"? I tried my best to give some sense to
this suggestion and attitude but it was hopeless. Bah. I shrugged, stood up
and slipped the stool under the table. Taking a look at my shirt?damn, I do
look like a serial killer! It wasn't soaked in blood, but the stains were
enough for anyone to freak out at this vision.

 And the?. Oh god.

My cheeks started to fill with that embarrassing and burning shade that I
despised so much. The most shameless, fabric-tearing bulge was tenting my
pants.

So that's what he meant by "relaxing"! I so hope he didn't notice! I mean,
maybe?.maybe he was snickering for something else? Maybe he used "relax" by
coincidence? Maybe?sigh?

It didn't even sound credible in my head. He definitely saw it.

I tried everything I could to make "it" go down, from thinking about usual
disgusting or sad things - grandmas, sad puppies, my mathematics teacher,
etc. - to pressing on it. Let me tell you that the latter was definitely
not a good idea; it probably made it even worse. As for thinking about
"limping" things, it wasn't really useful either. The very second I'd close
my eyes, I'd be drawn back into my dream world, his sensual kiss being the
only thing I could picture at that time.

Still struggling to get my passion to cool down, I jumped when he burst
into the room and grabbed the first thing that was within reach, using it
to mask my embarrassment - before realizing that concealing my crotch with
a pot plant might actually be even more awkward.

"Dude! My dad is home! Give me your shirt, fast!" The words burst out of
him in a quivering rush and panic was dancing in his eyes.

Oh God, oh God! What do I do?! RIGHT! My shirt!

I took it off in a fury, almost ripping it in half in the process, and
handed it to the snickering boy across the room.

Snickering?!

"Why the hell are you snickering?! You just told me your dad was home! Give
me a clean shirt before he pops in, fast!"

"Yea?so I said." His panic faded as fast as it overwhelmed him, replaced by
a playful grin and glittery eyes. "Actually, you were taking an awfully
long time, so I figured you needed help with?that" He said, pointing the
now deadly flat front of my pants. "And it looks like it worked"

Did he just bluff?! I can't believe the bastard tricked me!

I tightened my grip on the shirt and whipped him with it. He protected
himself against my repeated attacks by covering his head with both of his
arms and, in some kind of unique destabilization attempt, started laughing
genuinely. His laughter was so communicative that I couldn't help but let
out a few giggles myself - which was my greatest mistake. All of the
sudden, he grasped my hand mid-air, stopping the incoming charge, wore a
serious face and raised his finger. The time itself seemed to have stopped,
our eyes were locked into each other as I wondered what he was planning to
pull this time.

"Hey! Behave, now!" He obviously was trying his best to maintain a straight
face but I could tell - by unfortunate experience - it was fake.

I didn't drop my smile for a bit when I asked half genuinely, half
playfully, the million dollar question. "Or else?"

"Else? Else? C'mon! I didn't think this far, I thought doing big eyes would
be enough. Can't you just play along?" he whined in the poutiest way.

"Unh-unh! You wanted to play it tough, deal with it" I snickered before
picking up where I left.

The laughter resumed, but stopped abruptly a few seconds later. His eyes
popped wide open and the brightness of his face disappeared with his smile.

"Wait, stop it dude" He whispered in a serious tone while straightening
himself. His eyes stared past my shoulder "Hey, dad. I wasn't expecting you
this early."

Those few words made me freeze. My legs got numb in a blink; the only thing
that kept me from sliding to the ground was the fact that it'd make the
situation awkward - more awkward than "just" walking in on your son and a
half-naked boy playing together in your kitchen.

I slowly turned, dreading his reaction, to greet him. "Hi, Mr Del?."
Okay. No one in sight. I assumed he probably went somewhere else in the
house, but there were no sounds of another human being, except those
chuckles coming from behind me. From behind. Arrrgh! He tricked me AGAIN!
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on?you, still!

"You sneaky bast?" Before I could finish, and before I could even actually
face him entirely, I felt his lips tenderly land on mine, muffling the rest
of my curse. My eyes burst open and I was so startled by this gesture that
I found myself gasping for air.

He's?he's kissing me!

He granted me those soft lips, as delicious as I had imagined. That taste,
so unique and sweet, was driving me crazy; I abandoned myself to this
mind-blowing moment that numbed my whole body, my toes anchored to the
ground, as if I was afraid to be torn away from this moment, and my eyes
slowly closing in delight. The shirt slipped off my hand and I cautiously,
very slowly, reached out for his side; but before my hand could rest on it,
he backed up. A whine involuntarily escaped my lips and I opened my eyes,
hazy from the delightful experience, to his smiling face slightly twisted
by a look of shock.

"Hey! That was a "or else", you're not supposed to enjoy it!" he grinned.

My eyes dropped to my feet and I mumbled "I wasn't enjoying it?". I could
tell that he wasn't buying the lie; my cheeks, burning so much from the
embarrassment that I was expecting the house to catch fire anytime, and my
incessant fidgeting made me a poor liar.

"I have to make this one better then." With a cocky grin, he delicately
placed his hand on my hip, the warmth and smoothness of his fingers
overwhelming me with tingling, and leant again. My eyes, having a mind of
their own, closed themselves as I was already sent to heaven by the feeling
of his hand on my bare skin, and I braced myself for the wonderful kiss I
was expecting. The few seconds separating our lips seemed like hours; the
excitement was building so strong that my palms were getting sweaty. I
can't wait anymore! This was taking way too long for my tastes! I opened
one eye, very slightly, and peeked to see what was taking him so long.

Good thing I'm not really a patient boy, because I would still be waiting
for that kiss the day after. He had stepped back and was now casually
leaning against the sink, grinning at me from ear to ear. I opened both of
my eyes, a slightly amused and annoyed look on my face. This boy was
definitely driving me crazy. "Sigh? What am I going to do with you?"

"I have a couple ideas" He said with a giggle, laying his free hand on my
other hip and pulling me closer.

There is no way on earth I'm closing my eyes this time!

I kept them suspiciously locked on him as he stepped closer. He closed his
eyes and leant, ever so slowly; I could feel his warm breath as he was
getting closer and closer, his grip tightening in the gentlest way, until
the long-awaited moment when our lips finally made contact. Wow! He must
have been trying his hardest because if the previous kiss made me weak in
the knees, this one lifted me off the ground, straight to cloud nine. I
closed my eyes and let him take me in whatever fantasy he had planned. We
made out timidly for a while, but the slow and gentle kiss soon turned into
something more passionate, more desirous. As I was nibbling tenderly on his
lips, he let out such a cute whimper that I was convinced I had found his
"weak spot". But he whimpered again and pushed me softly.

"Hey, easy there! Be gentle, it still hurts!" He told me, his finger
reaching his bruised lips.

"Huh?Sorry" I muttered and picked up the kissing where I left it, being
twice as careful. My hand reached for his neck, holding tight on it as I
was afraid my legs wouldn't withstand the ardent lip lock and the caring
caresses of his hands on my sides. Then, slowly, cautiously, his tongue
made its way to my lips, briefly lingering there for some sort of
approval. I'd never done it before, but his loving rubs, now roaming my
back, made every fear I could have disappear in thin air. My tongue
hungrily joined his in what became a ballet of desire, dancing passionately
as if they had done it a thousand times before.

His touch was driving me crazy, my passion growing with every warm wave,
every shivers his fingers sent through my aroused body. He pulled me even
closer, our chests now touching and beating in unison. I could feel his
fast heartbeat, the short and warm breaths on my cheek; the sensations made
me crave even more. The soft whimper that escaped my lips was music to his
ears, and his kissing became more frenetic, almost animalistic. I slid my
hand, from his neck to the neckband of his shirt, and ran my finger along
it in a feather touch, teasing him for a few seconds and delighting from
the sensations it gave him. His breath quickened, the warm blows growing
into lustful panting, and I knew he was enjoying it at least as much as I
was. With a soft motion of his hands on my side, and without breaking our
lip lock, he brought me ever so gently against the wall. A shiver ran
through me as the cold of the wall hit me but I was too aroused to care. We
were both panting at this point and keeping up our tongue ballet was
becoming a real challenge. I reluctantly broke the kiss and stood back a
bit to look at him, a goofy grin on my face. He was as breathless as I was,
puffing as if we had run a marathon, and staring intensely in my eyes. We
shared the same dreamy haze, and his silver eyes were sparkling of?of?lust,
of course, but there was something else I couldn't describe.

"Thank you for checking up on me today. I know I've been an ass, but it
meant a lot to me." He said softly.

"Awwwww?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, flouting the pain it caused,
and placed a kiss on his cheek.

He backed up with a funny look on his face "Hey now, don't "awwww" me!"

"I?.awww?.you?if?I want?.to!" I answered, delivering a few pecks as he was
struggling to avoid it.

A sly grin grew on his lips "Geez?and *I* am gay"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead"

"How did you know about me? I mean, that I was?what I am"

"What do you mean?" He knew perfectly where I was going, but it looked like
he found another occasion to tease me.

"Well?that I am gay" I admitted, lowering my head in shame.

He stepped back, not enough to break out of my embrace but enough to show
me his puzzled face.

"What? You're telling me I've been kissing a gay boy for the last 5
minutes? Ewwwwww!" he said, putting on a disgusted look. He pretended to
push me away, but I wouldn't allow it. I tightened my lock and pulled him
closer, moving my hands to his lower back and placing an innocent kiss on
his lips. It was a genuine peck, as if I had to make sure this wasn't a
dream.

God, I love the way he tastes!

"How about?we go somewhere more comfy?" he whispered sensually in my ear.

I'm pretty sure that if lust could glow, our eyes would have brightened the
whole neighbourhood at this moment. I was craving more, and hearing him
pronounce these few words made me bite my lip in anticipation. Before I
could answer, he stepped forward, breaking the few inches keeping us apart,
and shoved himself against me, making me gasp for air when I felt his
rock-hard bulge poke me shamelessly. He started snickering and looked down
my groin. I was rock hard, my arousal threatening to rip my pants open with
every throb.

"Why do I even ask?" he giggled "C'mon"

He kissed me one last time and took a hold of my hand, ready to lead me to
his bedroom. But I couldn't wait anymore. I want him; and I want him right
now, right here! As soon as he was turned, I let go of his hand and threw
my arms around his chest, wincing slightly from the painful gesture as I
pulled him back into my embrace and started assaulting his neck with long
and passionate kisses. I placed my hand on his hip, just inches from the
object of all desires, while the other was roaming his chest, circling in
sensual motions and languidly travelling south. I began a slow and rhythm
grind, using my hand to keep him pressed to me as much as possible. The
feeling of my hardness sliding along his crack was driving me, slowly but
surely, crazy; I wasn't even trying anymore to suppress the sensual moans
escaping my lips, and it seemed to turn him on even more. He laid his head
back on my shoulder and caressed his way to my hair, his hips joining mine
in that slow waltz of teen lust. When he thrust his firm and yet so
silk-smooth cheeks into me, I knew I wouldn't last long. I was so hard it
was starting to ache, the wet spot in my boxers craving relief, and my
sensual kisses on his neck had turned into greedy licks. I slipped my hand
under his shirt and played with his boxers' elastic for a bit, making him
squirm and shiver as his boyish belly tensed and the cutest whimper I've
ever heard left his lips.

 "Wait?" he muttered hazily.

But I couldn't wait. I had almost reached the point of no-return and I was
desperately in need of that relief. I moaned in his ear as sensually as I
could, but it was helpless. To my great disappointment, he stepped out of
my lock and gave me a quick peck as I grunted with frustration.

"Hehe, seems like someone's horny" he said with a chuckle, grabbing a
handful of my lust. My stare was so intense at this time that I'm still
surprised that he didn't run away. A profound stare of greed, mixed with
unconditional love and a dozen other emotions. The gentle stroke he gave me
made my whole body twitch and jerk.

God, if that's what it feels like with pants on, I can't wait to see how it
feels like without!

He grabbed my hand, pulled slightly on it and started leading the way. He
stopped at the end of a narrow corridor, in the doorway of a small room
bearing as only furniture a bed, a chest of drawers, a chair and a TV
perched on a rudimentary desk.

"Please" he said in a bow.

As soon as I had a toe in the bedroom, he clung to me from behind and
wrapped his arms around me. He resumed where he left off, rubbing my groin
with his loving hands as I caressed his arm in ecstasy. I had to twist
myself to get a taste of those delicious lips, but boy was it worth it.

Damn, he's such a good kisser!

A whimper escaped me when he hugged me a bit tighter, squeezing my arm in
between, but kissing him was the experience of a lifetime and nothing on
earth could make me break the kiss. At least, that's what I believed before
he loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. When I felt his hand reach
down and slip behind the elastic of my boxers, I nearly lost it. The
butterflies that invaded my belly were so intense that it felt like there
was a whole colony in there; I was literally floating. I couldn't believe
what was happening. He wrapped his fingers around it, skin to skin, and
gave me a few mind-blowing strokes that drained the bit of energy that was
left in my teen body. I felt like my knees were being cut out and had to
let myself fall on the bed, throwing an arm around his neck to take him
with me. He straddled me and sat on my thighs, his eyes shining with love.

"I can't believe this is happening" I confessed as I took a hold of his
hand. "I feel like the luckiest boy ever"

"I know you do! Who wouldn't dream of someone like me?" He said with a
smirk. He seductively took off his shirt, granting me the vision of his
perfect boyish chest and leant further into me. He whispered seductively in
my ear "And I'm not finished with you yet?" and started licking his way
down from my neck, leaving a sensual and cool trail behind.

"Mmmmmm?Nate?." was all I could mutter. The rubbing of his chest on my
hardness was feeling so good that I started a slow grind, raising my slim
body off the bed and pulling him into me as hard as I could. When his licks
reached my underbelly and he sensually slipped his tongue under my boxers,
I nearly exploded. By the time he took those off, I was squirming and
wiggling uncontrollably on the bed. It was really too soon for my taste, I
wanted this moment to last forever; but when I felt my inches slip softly
in the velvet insides of his warm wet mouth, I knew I wouldn't last
long. It was like my whole body had been lifted off the floor, and the
feeling of his burning tongue exploring every single inch of me was
indescribable, by far the best of my life. I had never really understood
what all the fuss was about it, but now?I was already addicted. God it felt
good! He sped up his motions as my whimpers got louder with every loving
lick, and I had to hold on his shoulders not to slide down the bed. He was
enjoying it as much as I was, and when he moaned again, the vibrations that
it sent down my throbbing passion sent me over the edge. "Nate?dude..I
think?Hmmm?.I think I'm going to?" But he didn't stop. He took the hand I
reached to warn him, held it tight and used his other one to jerk me. I
felt the most powerful orgasm of my life build up, my whole body getting
numb except for this one particular area; when I looked down again...his
eyes were still locked on mine, delighting in the pleasure he was giving
me?the climax took control of my body. I whined and purred, holding his
hand tight as if it was my only anchor to reality, as he was greedily
devouring jet after jet of my warm teen love for him. I was squirming
uncontrollably, my whole body tensed up as I pushed myself in the wet
heaven of his mouth, for the best seconds of my life. It seemed to have
lasted hours, yet it was over way too soon. I was left breathless, numb
from head to toe, a dreamy grin on my face. He lied next to me again and
nursed me, an arm laying across my chest, staring at me with lovey-dovey
eyes while I was slowly coming to my senses, to the rhythm of the gentle
pecks he'd give me every few seconds.

It took me a few minutes to even remember how to exist after such a
mind-blowing experience, but as soon as I did?I had only one thing in
mind. I pulled on his arm to get him to straddle me again, but he was
totally oblivious.

"C'mon! Get on top" I told him with a wink.

"What for? Are you a freak or something?" He asked with a feigned
suspicious look on his face.

I rolled my eyes "Oh, shut up already" and pulled him all the way on top on
me until he sat on my belly. I grabbed his belt and brought him down to
kiss me languorously. "Here we go" I moaned, grabbing a handful of his
round and firm buns and giving them a squeeze before going for my prize. My
hand roamed on his smooth beginning of a six pack and softly, seductively,
never breaking eye contact?reached down. I had never touched a dick before,
but I'd definitely do that again! It was so soft, silky to the touch, and
yet hard as a rock; it was wet at the tip and warmth was radiating from it
in a greedy aura. I gave it a few strokes, making him wiggle and moan in
delight; his lips softening to the point of being a mere spectator in our
kiss, only conveying the vibrations of his muffled whimpers, was a unique
experience. Not only was he straddling and kissing me as I served him, but
he was also enjoying himself big time! But as much as I loved having him
squirm on top of me under my hand as we kissed passionately, I wanted
more. I broke the kiss and, pulling on his jeans, whispered in his ear "How
about?you take those off?". He granted me a delighted smile as he stood up
on the bed, never leaving my eyes, and started undressing. Once his jeans
were out of the way, I couldn't help but rub my hands continuously over the
now accessible velvety skin of his thighs and give some attention to the
warm globes standing proudly beneath his bulge. He was biting his bottom
lip all the while, and he was probably craving what was coming more than me
- if that's even possible. He tossed the last piece of fabric keeping me
away from his delicious length and sat down again, playfully waving his
throbbing inches in front of my salivating mouth. I wrapped my fingers
around it and gave it a few expert strokes that made him writhe in delight
before my amused eyes. He gave me a defying look and crawled closer,
letting the wet tip linger on my lips as if he was waiting for some sort of
approval; I didn't indulge him. I played with him, enjoying the delicious
taste, running my closed lips on every inch of it as I was giving him slow
and gentle squeezes, until he couldn't take anymore. He was panting, trying
to keep his balance with his hand pinned to the wall, and with a last grunt
of frustration?pushed softly between my lips, eager to welcome him in their
velvet depths. I held him there, exploring every inch with my tongue, and
eventually took him in a long, slow bob. I could swear that his eyes rolled
upwards for a second as a high-pitched whimper, that didn't even sound like
him anymore, escaped his lips loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to
enjoy our little adventure. He began a tender and rhythmic thrust, his body
tensing with every motion, as I sucked him for all I was worth, enraptured
by that mouth-watering taste and by that clean scent of vanilla. He was
delicious, just as I thought he would be. I'd say I was like a kid in a
candy store, except there was no store for the unique candy that I was
devouring hungrily. He was almost over the edge, his rhythmic motions
turning into a more passionate grind; he sprawled out over me, his head
resting on the wall as his hands were now busy making a loving mess of my
hair; his moans, getting louder and louder, were ear candy and loud enough
to be heard throughout the house. It was then that I felt his whole body
tense up, his pace being more erratic than ever, and I knew it was a matter
of seconds before that wonderful time ends. I wished so much that I could
see his face, lock my eyes into his when the fateful moment struck. I
started jerking him off again, doing my best to please him as much as
possible, and despite the pain? I used my other hand to massage his
hairless orbs. It was way more than he could take, and I felt the pounding
pulse of his climax shoot through his shaft as he shoved himself as far as
he could. He buried his hands further in my hair, his whole body twitching
and squirming, sweat rolled down his skin, as I tasted the sweet teen
liquids on my tongue for the first time of my life. He collapsed after the
few first jets, sliding down to my side, the last drops leaving a cool and
sensual trail down my chest, and laid his head, exhausted and drained, on
my shoulder.

He stared at me passionately and gave me a genuine kiss on the lips, before
laying his head back again. The glare he gave me was so intense that during
this one particular moment, love became tangible in the air. We never broke
eye contact, staring into each other eyes and holding hands with childish
smiles brightening our faces. From now on, I'll wear my punctures with
pride. Fate granted me an opportunity that too few people get in a
lifetime: love. I paid the blood price, and it was worth it.