Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 02:17:33 -0400 From: John W. Subject: July 4th - A Memorable Independence Day This Story is about gay couples. If this offends you, please do not read. You are responsible for your own actions! This is a true story, but some names were changed for the privacy of the people involved. This work is Copyrighted, and all rights have been reserved. Please do not copy this story without my expressed written consent. This is my very first Erotic story. If you enjoy it, please let me know and give me suggestions! John@jwwjr.com July 4th - A Memorable Independence Day It all started with the ring of a phone. Rrrring. God, I hate it when people call me early in the mornings. I love to sleep late, and it never seems to happen when people like Lauren have my cell number. "Salut?" I said with sarcastic enthusiasm. "Hey Sweety, How are you!?" comes Lauren on the other end. "I've been better" "Well, Angela, Patrick, and I are at my pool. Why don't you come see us?" "Do I have to?" I replied not wanting to get out of bed. "Yes!" she says. She always says that. I keep on forgetting that I shouldn't ask questions I already know the answer to. "Okay." I said. Just then, my mother walked up with a load full of clothes. We were leaving for the beach the next day, and she was getting us ready. "We are going out to eat around 12:30 this afternoon, so you can't do anything until then" "Shoot!" was my response. Lauren, still on the other line asked what the matter was. "Sorry Lauren, I can't come over until after I eat with the family" "That's cool," she said, "just get your butt over here right after!" "That's cool" I said, and we said our goodbyes, and I went back to bed for about 10 minutes. After those 10 minutes of wonderful bliss, my mother walks in and tells me to get ready. Another 5 minutes in my bed and I was up and running to the shower. The water felt so nice on me. What a nice 4th of July it was turning out to be. When I was finished with the shower, I got a towel and proceeded to my sink where I looked at my face and decided to shave. I love the feelings of just shaved skin. It's so smooth and wonderful. I was feeling my just shaven face when my mother yelled at me that they were hungry. I hate it when she does that! Once I was done with my shaving, and brushing my teeth I went to my room to get some cloths on. I decided to wear my flashback shirt from my band concert last year. It was a lightning bolt with red, white, and blue on it. Once I was finally completely groomed for the day, I went downstairs and as usual, waited for my parents to get ready after they had already yelled at me to hurry up! They soon arrived. After a fight on whose car we were going to go in, they gave me the keys to the Durango and we were on our way to Dreamland Bar-B-Que. I love the ribs at Dreamland, and so should everyone else, but that's another story! Once we finished eating we left the restaurant to go home. Rrring went my phone again! "Hello?" I said "Where ARE YOU!?" said the voice on the other line.obviously Lauren. "We are just leaving Dreamland, but there is a storm so it might take us awhile to get home." "Okay." "Is it raining up there?" I asked. "No, a few clouds, but nothing bad." "Okay, cool. See you soon!" "Okay, Bye Sweety" "Au Revior" As soon as I started the car it started STORMING. I wasn't able to go more than 20 miles per hour at any given time. However, about five minutes before we reached our house it became absolutely beautiful. When I dropped off the parents, they gave me the keys to the Tahoe. I have never driven the Tahoe by myself before, but for some reason, they liked that idea. So, I drove off to Lauren's house. About half way there I got yet another call from guess who!? "Salut?" I said. "Yah, just wanted to tell you that we are at the house now, we are going to watch a movie" "Aight" I said, and we hung up. I arrived at Laurens, and knocked on the door. Patrick came and answered the door. He's a cute kid, about a year younger than me, but in a grade higher than me. The color of his hair is questionable at the time, but it still looked good. He once was my boyfriend, but left me for another guy. We are still friends, though I don't know how I managed that. "You're wearing my shirt" I said as I walked into the door. Patrick was wearing a Blue-ish colored sleeveless shirt from American Eagle. It's the only place I shop, and I have everything from there. "Yeah, I know. Lauren was telling me that she hoped you wouldn't notice" he said. "Uh huh" I said. "HEY SWEETY!" Lauren said from the background. "Holaness" I screamed at her. "Hey!" Angela said from the couch. "Hello!" I said to her. When I walked into the Living room, there was junk food everywhere. Lauren was on the love seat by herself probably waiting for me, and Patrick and Angela were sitting on the Couch. Roxy, Lauren's "Puppy" was jumping on me, excited that all these people were here. "We watching The Fast and The Furious?" I asked curiously. "Yeah" Patrick said. "Cool" "John, Sweety, why don't you come sit with me?" Lauren asked. I knew it wouldn't last long because she would push my buttons the wrong way, like she always does and I would end up on the floor. "Alright" I said miserably. I don't know how to describe Lauren. She is her. Semi- long purple hair, though, she says it's red. Pretty face, boobs bigger than. Actually, I don't know anyone who has bigger. oh well, irrelevant. Angela, on the other hand is the classic blond. She doesn't act very bright, although I think she can be. She graduated with Lauren this year, but she was in my Geometry class. We watched the movie, had a couple of laughs, and talked about the boys. After the movie we all ended up heading toward the pool. There were some mid-20ish people there. We brought in a cooler and they told us no alcoholic drinks were allowed. Even though they had bottles in their hands. Some of them were cute though. At some point, I pushed Patrick in, and then Lauren attempted to push me in, but only succeeded in getting pushed in herself, and kicking me in the groin area. That hurt like a mother! Lauren and Angela ended up sun-bathing, and Patrick and I swam for awhile. We just kind of raced and made up stuff to do. Before we knew it the girls got in and started to play. We had a few chicken fights, but they didn't succeed very well. Again, Lauren and Angela got out of the pool. I was getting thirsty so I went to get a drink from the cooler, when Lauren called me over. "John!" she said in a whisper. "Yeah?" I replied. "You know if you want, I can think of something for you and Patrick to do at the house so you can go back and have some fun" "Whatever" I said, in disbelief that she would let me have sex in her house. "I'm serious." She said very stern in her voice. "He doesn't deserve to get any" I said, still pissed off about what he did to me 7 months earlier. "Yah, but you do" she said very passionately. I got back into the pool and thought about it long and hard *no pun intended*. I thought it would go away without me having to answer Lauren, but she persisted in her mission. "So, what do you think?" She asked when I came to get another swallow. "Sure, why not?" I said. I totally, in all seriousness thought absolutely NOTHING would happen. In about 5 minutes Lauren asked us to go get her clothes for her to change into. I told Patrick to come on, and he did so very happily. We got into the car, and we drove to the house. "I don't know if I trust you to drive me John" Patrick said. "Well, I guess you don't have much of a choice do you?" I said pissed at myself for this. "Guess not" He said. We made some small chat until we got into the house. When we did, he threw the keys on the floor. "Whoops, Lauren. We lost the keys and didn't want to leave without them" He said in a sarcastic tone. I knew he knew now. He wanted it bad. "I'm going to go take a shower" He said knowing what I would ask. "Can I come with you?" I asked, almost on cue. "Sure" he said without a care in the world. He proceeded up the stairs, and turned on the shower. He kept his bathing suit on, and I called him a wimp for it. He said he would take it off when he got in. "What are you afraid of?" I asked, being playful. "Nothing" he said, than gave me his bathing suit through the curtain. My rational thoughts stopped at that point in time. I stopped thinking about how bad I would regret this in a few hours, and just decided to do it. I took off my bathing suit, and got into the shower. I was already hard, and so was he. Anticipating what would happen was going through my mind. I went over and hugged him from behind, putting my chin on his shoulder, and my cock was in between his butt cheeks. "I missed you" he told me. I said nothing and just continued to hug him. I looked down at his dick, and found it larger than the last time I had seen it. He had gone through puberty while we were broken up, and I wasn't surprised. "Here, you can have the shower head for a little while" Patrick said to me, trying to do me a favor. "Thanks" I said. We looked each other in the eyes for the first time in a long time, and we kissed. As we kissed, My hands began to move. I held our dicks together and jacked them back and forth. We French kissed and he stopped us for a minute. He started sounding like Fireworks, and flashing his hands. I guess the fireworks flied for him. I laughed, and just started kissing him again. I love to kiss; for all that it is worth. It's just so nice, and I wish I could do it forever. Soon enough, Patrick found my ears. It's my weak spot, and I orgasm a whole lot faster when someone is licking my ears. I was enjoying it thoroughly. I was moaning and such, but he stopped. Started to kiss me again. I loved it. He changed directions on me again. This time heading south. He started nibbling on my pecs. One after the other. Then headed down more. He played with my belly button, and then headed for my dick! He started licking my balls, and enjoying himself. He then headed for the dick itself. He started to engulf me. It was so awesome. I hadn't had a blowjob for 7 months; it was nice to be sucked again. He had gotten better. He almost got the whole thing, but not quite. It was awesome. He came back up, and started kissing me again. "This isn't right! It's my turn" Patrick said. He was right. The last time we had made love, He blew me, and I never got him to orgasm. I felt pity for him, so I got him into position. He sat down, and I sat on his stomach for a little while, and I thrust my dick into his mouth for a little bit longer, then I started kissing him again. I went down to his stomach, and played around. Then, went to his dick. I hadn't sucked a dick in a long time, and I was ready. I licked the head, and then licked down the shaft. I sucked his balls, then went in and took it. I almost couldn't get him in all the way. There was some gag, and he noticed. He tried to push me all the way down, but I stopped him. Rrring. DAMN PHONES! Patrick's phone rang, and he went to answer it. It was some random person, so I just sat and waited. He got back in, and I guess felt sorry for stopping so, he went to work on me again. He started sucking me, and coming back up to my ear. I asked him at one point if I could fuck him. He told me no, so I just went ahead and let him go on. He went from my mouth, to my ear, to my dick in such a perfect pattern that I started to orgasm very fast. He was licking my ears when I told him to suck me, take it all in. He did. I moaned, and said I was about to cum. He was anxious to get it, and I let him. 3 or 4 hard squirts of cum came out of my dick. He swallowed most of it, and then came back up to me and French kissed me. I loved the taste of my cum. It was nice, and he seemed to like it too. For some reason, he turned off the water, and sat on the toilet. He told me to jack him off, get him off however. He was determined. I started by just jacking him slowly, and then fast. Soon, I just sucked some more. That provided some lubrication for him and I jacked harder and harder. He figured out that day that he liked lube. He seemed so close to orgasm so many times. We had to have sat there for 20 minutes trying to get him off. "Will you fuck me? It might make me go faster." He told me. I would have loved this to try this theory, but it was getting late, and I knew we didn't have time so I declined. KNOCK, KNOCK "SHIT!" Patrick said in disgust. "I'll get it" I told him. He continued to work with his dick. I'm not sure if he ever got off or not. I don't really care. I went and put my pants on, then went downstairs to see Angela and Lauren scratching on the window, both knowing what had just happened in the house. "Howdy Ya'll!" I said very happy with myself. "Hey Sweety, you look like you had fun" Lauren said. Angela just looked at me crazily. I gave verification that what she thought actually happened, and where it happened so she could feel comfortable sleeping at night. Patrick came down after awhile, and we headed towards the Park for the fireworks display. We had to take my car to my house, and since it was on the way to the park they just followed me home. After that I sat in the back with Patrick. He tried to hold my hand, but I moved away. He gave me a puppy dog look and I told him no. He gave up after that and nothing happened. We ended up parking at the Subway half way across town, but it was a lively event and even that far back people were sitting waiting for the fireworks to start. We walked down the road, which was closed to car traffic and ended up on the opposite side of the ball field that I needed to be on. I called my mom. "Hello?" she said. "Hey Mom! Where are ya `ll?" I asked. "We are moving toward the tennis courts, the clouds look like they are about to pour loose" She said, as I looked up. The clouds were very ominous. It was almost 9, and the fireworks started. I said goodbye to mom, and we started to run towards an open baseball field. Patrick went to meet a friend, but Lauren, Angela, and I all stood and watched the Fireworks with aw. "This as been a good day hasn't it honey?" Lauren asked at the end of the display. "It sure has" I said, satisfied. Patrick went home with his friend, but Angela and Lauren took me home. We shot off some fireworks there and played Phase 10, a card game similar to Uno. They finally said their goodbyes, and they were off. I turned out all of the lights downstairs, and proceeded to my room. I lay on my bed, thinking of the days events. I soon fell fast asleep, getting ready for the next day. I was going to the beach! Comments? Questions? E-Mail Me! John@jwwjr.com