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© kkrimson © Oran 2014
~Turning Fourteen~Of Brownies and Dates
"You gotta teach me how to bake."
"It's not that simple, believe me."
"Oh? You make it look like you're just dancing around with a spoon and a bowl."
Alex smiled at me, spoon in one hand and a mixing bowl tucked in his other arm. He knew how to bake, alright. It was something he learned from his mom a long time ago when he was just learning how to walk. Well, that might have been an exaggeration, but baking, for him, was as simple and instinctive like breathing. That's what he told me.
"Tell you what," he said. "You teach me how to dance and I'll teach you how to bake."
"Dance?" I asked. "I don't even dance."
"Really?" he said, with his eyebrow raised. "Then whose videos did I see on YouTube doing that crazy booty shake and split?"
Suffice it to say that a really, I mean, really deep blush made its way to my cheeks. I could feel my face burning up. And Alex's laughter only made it a lot worse. I scowled. Tried to, anyway, but ended up pouting.
"I'm not the only one stalking someone here, y'know," he quipped, holding down his laughter and ended up giggling somehow.
"That was a long time ago!"
"Once you know how to dance, you can't unlearn it," he said, putting down the spoon and bowl on the table.
"I was 10 back then. I didn't know any better."
"You sure knew how to split and it looked like you were enjoying it."
"I don't dance anymore," I said and I hoped he didn't notice how my voice sounded...sad.
"Why?" he asked, his expression turning to a more serious one.
"Does it have something to do with that girl you were dancing with? I mean, she was your partner, right? There were several videos with both of you together."
"Uh, sort of..."
"Did she...stop as well?"
"It's kinda hard to dance when you can't move anymore," I told him, looking down at the table.
"Oh...," Alex whispered. "I'm not sure I get it."
"She's gone...I mean, for good."
"...I'm sorry," he wistfully said.
For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. It was rather awkward, keeping silent while trying to think of someone who passed away. Still, I knew that I couldn't do anything more than just that.
"If it makes you feel better," he began. "I'll teach you how to bake for free."
"Is that so?" I asked, finally locking gazes with him.
"Yep!" he grinned. "...but y'know, it would actually do you good if..."
"...if I had a new partner," I interrupted while smiling knowingly.
"Y-yeah... Wait, are you suggesting..."
"I'll teach you how to shake your cute butt," I said. "...and from what I'm seeing right now, you're only wearing an apron around you so it won't be that hard to actually see it...shake."
With an apron around his waist and no other clothes confining him, it was easy to see the outline when a not so timid tent pushed up. Unfortunately, the apron was kinda thick to actually see anything past it. Still, it was pretty sexy.
"H-hey," he stuttered. "I'm just wearing this `coz of a fucking dare!"
"You're brave, I'll give you that."
I pushed my chair away from the table before standing up and walking toward him.
"Stay back!" Alex warned, lifting the spoon and pointing it toward his...uh...predator.
"What? I'll teach you how to dance, remember?"
"You wanna rape me! You've got that look in your eyes!" he shouted while taking a few steps back.
"Easy dude. I'm not that kind of person and you do look hot in that apron," I coaxed.
"I'm warning you!" he shouted. "One more step and we're breaking up!"
Oh...oooohhh?! What the hell did he just say? I looked at him disbelievingly and he just stared back at me with that same intensity behind his hazelnut eyes. He's totally serious about this.
"Wait, what? I'm not even doing anything," I finally said.
"Y-you and your fucking dares," he told me. "I mean it. One more step and we're done."
"Alex, are you okay?"
Oh fuck. Not this again. Well, you see, a month has already passed since Alex brought me out of my closet and into the world. It was spectacular. The world could never have looked more beautiful after that. Only one problem remained though. My parents still don't know about me being inside a closet and about Alex blasting that damned thing to smithereens with a whole load of fireworks, a warm hug and a gentle kiss. At least for now, I could finally see myself out in the open. He told me that it was the first step to take after coming out. I should first get acquainted with the `outside' world before letting the whole world know that I'm from another dimension, as he put it. And that dimension was the whole closet thing. Besides, I don't know what my mom and dad would think when they find out that I'm gay and already have a boyfriend.
Now, as the month passed by us, we eventually told each other more of our secrets, fears, misfortunes, successes, hopes, dreams and all those other mushy stuff about life. It was two weeks ago that his tongue slipped and he unintentionally told me his deepest, darkest and most closely kept secret. He was a virgin.
There's nothing bad about that, I told him. But it was actually a really, really, really big deal for him. I asked him why and pointed out that he was still 13 so he had a whole lifetime ahead to get himself...penetrated. Well, I told him that a stick somewhere out there would eventually find its way up his ass. He didn't take my joke so well and we ended up not talking for about two days or so. Yeah, he can't stand not talking to me for so long. He's sweet like that.
Now the reason why it's such a big deal for him is that he's gay and that he doesn't really know what to expect and how to do such a thing as to get a stick right up his cute butt. He doesn't really see it as something comfortable and easy. In fact, he told me that he'd bleed to death if that should ever happen to him. He's afraid and very, very much so.
"Alex, look at me," I told him, noticing how his fierce gaze wavered and how he ended up pushing his back hard against the counter.
"I won't hurt you, I promise. You'll tell me when you're ready, right? I can wait no matter how long it will take."
"I'm not a pervert, Alex. You know that. I'm not in it just for the sex."
"...yeah," he whispered, lowering down the spoon. "I just need more time."
Did I ever mention that Alex looks so cute with that hesitant, doubtful and confused expression on his face? His lips trembled ever so gently and I think he isn't even aware that he's already pouting.
"C'mon," I told him, closing the distance between us. "...one step at a time. I'll teach you how to dance."
I took away his spoon and set it on the counter, taking his other hand in mine and placing it on my shoulder. I held onto his waist, bare skin without much of the apron and took his right hand with my left. He looked at me curiously and knowing that he's still shorter than me, it just made him look more beautiful.
I led him toward me and he followed awkwardly. His steps shuffled and I could tell that he didn't know where to put his foot.
"See?" he said, smiling a bit. "I'm not really good at dancing."
"But you're the perfect partner."
Even without any music to dance along with, our steps finally fell in tune to our own song. I don't really know whose singing our song and I could tell that he thought of the same thing. I doesn't matter. We're just taking this one step at a time.
After several minutes or so, Alex decided to get on with the brownies he was making. His mom left us a while ago and wasn't supposed to be back after dinner so we had their home to ourselves. His dad was on a business trip and won't be back `til next week.
"I can see your cute butt," I said, seeing how leaned over to put his brownies in the oven.
"And you're not getting any of it," he teased, timidly shaking his ass.
"Just looking at it is enough for now," I said. Surely, it was enough to give me a hard-on.
"Remind me not to play truth or dare again."
"It's fun, y'know."
"Not unless you get dared to wear nothing but an apron."
He walked towards me, blushing and still sporting an erection. Damn, I could stare at it all day long and still not get to see it. Then, he sat directly in front of me with a knowing smile on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"Not as hard as you."
"Yep. Want me to do something `bout it?"
I smiled back at him, but declined to say a word. I know he'd understand what's on my mind.
"What?" The smile on my face left me.
"I can't do anything `bout it."
"Why not?" I heard myself whine.
"Use your hand, big bro. I'm sure you know how to do that, right?"
Ah yes. I forgot to tell you. See, Alex and I have only seen each other naked since two weeks ago. We were kinda shy at first so we decided to take it slow. I mean, really slow. First, the shirt came off. Second, down went those tight jeans. Third, well, we stopped there and just looked at each other. Both our eyes locked on our evident erections, clad in thin cloth boxers. We started off from there and every single day, we'd stay up in my tree house just like that. We kissed a lot, played with each other's soft skin too much, but never went beyond the hem of our underwear. I know most boys our age liked to get on with it, but like I said, we were kinda shy at first.
Then came that day when Alex accidentally brushed his hand on my groin, feeling my sleeping dick stand up to full attention. I can't forget that day. He blushed so deep and held my eyes like he was hypnotizing me. Of course, there was that signature pout on his beautiful lips and I'm sure that my breathing stopped once I saw the tip of his tongue licking the bottom of his lip. He was about to remove his hand, but I stopped him, stared at him differently, like telling him that it was okay and we should really get on with it. He smiled shyly and that's when I decided to kiss him, holding his hand while guiding it to the hem of my underwear, pulling it off me together. That was when we first jacked off together. His hand was on my dick, mine on his. It was incredible and totally hot. Our tongues rolled, our chests bared and pushed against each other. When we finally came, my underwear was still `round my ankles while his was thrown away to the side. That night, like any other night I've been dreaming of, we slept naked together in my tree house. Thankfully, my parents aren't that nosy when it came to whatever I did as long as they knew where to find me.
"I know," he suddenly blurted out, stood up and walked toward me. "One step at a time, right? I think I know how to do that."
Doubting what he had in mind, I looked at him quizzically, but didn't dare stop him when he got onto my lap, facing me and smiling ever so gently.
"I know I want you," he said sultrily. "...but I'm not ready yet. Okay?"
I nodded, gulped and licked my lips.
"Why do you always look like that?" he asked.
"Like you're about to do something bad. It's scary."
He silenced me by putting a finger against my trembling lips, leaning over and I could finally feel his hot breath on the right side of my face.
"Damn, that's hard."
Yeah. Fucking hard. I could even feel how stiff I got when his cute and bare bum wiggled on my lap. I swear, with just him sitting there, I could cum all day. Oh, and I thought that my dick was a perfect fit for his ass `coz I could feel right through those cheeks and he even moved back and forth, toward me and away from me.
"Ssshh...this feels really good."
I nodded again. Then, I slipped my right hand under his apron, finally feeling just how hard he was. His dick throbbed and his breath hitched on my cheek, warmer and warmer. Now both his arms went around my neck and he held me just like that, hugging me it seemed.
Without being told what to do, I started stroking his dick, slowly at first, mimicking the rhythm of his lap dance. He shuddered and I could feel his hair touching my neck. I picked up the pace, my hand devouring his whole length, feeling his skin rub against it. He wasn't cut and as my hand went over his glans, I could feel that little bit of skin stretching back, wet and sticky. Even I, myself, felt wet.
"Gawd, that's good," he purred.
Yeah. Definitely too good. Even while Alex was doing a good job giving me a lap dance, I still felt the need to grind into him. I heard his groan when I first pushed my clothed dick up into his tight ass. And he only kept on going, faster it seemed, but not fast enough to outdo my incredible hand running up and down his length.
When I could no longer hold it, my eyes tightly shut and thoughts blurred, my left hand went around his waist as I pulled him closer, hugging him completely before I felt myself squirting my jizz into my underwear. He came almost immediately after I did, with that sticky feeling running down my fingers.
While we were still catching our breaths, our eyes locked gazes once more after he leaned back from me. There was still that tiny blush on his face and that sparkle in his eyes. He looked even more beautiful then. My right hand was still under his apron, resting on his thigh, only inches away from his nuts.
"You look messed up," he said. "...and you peed your pants."
"Is it?" He smiled innocently.
"We should clean up, don't you think?"
"Yeah," he said, getting off me. "...we should. 20 more minutes before the brownies are done anyway."
So Alex led both of us up to his room, into the bathroom where we washed each other's cum off our lean bodies. He was kinda slim, beautifully slim and light in my arms. I should know `coz I could easily lift him up and he wouldn't even protest. He would only smile, giggle and close his eyes. He loved it when I held him so close. Even with the warm water running over our naked bodies, our bodies against each other welcomed the added warmth.
"How do you make your hair stand up?" he asked.
"Do me a favour?"
"Just let your hair dry off. I think you'd look cute that way."
"You don't like my hair now?"
"It's awesome," he said. "But it'd be softer without anything, y'know."
He ran his hand through my hair, soft after some shampoo washed away the wax.
"See?" he said. "I like it even more now."
"Okay. If you say so."
We didn't do anything sexy inside the shower. We just got off anyway and having his tender skin touch mine without being so needy and horny was far more amazing than I'd ever imagined.
"I love you," he whispered.
Sweet as he was, he never failed to tell me those three words more than three times every day. Yes, I counted how many times he told me that. There was just something in his voice that didn't make me feel tired of hearing it nonstop. Maybe it was the sincerity behind his words or how boyishly beautiful his voice was.
After showering, Alex went down to the kitchen first, telling me to just find something to wear from his wardrobe while he took care of my underwear and pants. He didn't wear an apron this time though. He was finally clad in some loose shirt and shorts. Some of his shirts were a bit small for my frame, but I did find something which fit me perfectly. I borrowed his boxers and didn't even bother with any pants. There was just the two of us in their house anyway.
When I stumbled in front of the mirror, I actually liked looking at my hair, damp and soft, partly covering my eyes. It didn't look emo-ish or something. It just fell naturally and even had some spikes sticking up at the back and side. Well, I might as well be conceited, but I did look cute.
"Big bro! It's done!" Alex called from the kitchen.
As I was making my way toward his bedroom door, something caught my eye. It was a neatly folded piece of paper on top of his drawer. I picked it up and something even weirder caught my attention.
December 20, 2013 – first kiss, make him mine
December 31, 2013 – let him out
January 15, 2014 – take it slow, shirt first then pants
January 26, 2014 – keep it going
January 30, 2014 – next level, boxers go off, jack off
February 14, 2014 – make brownies, spend time with him
I smiled at what I was reading. Was he keeping track of our relationship? He sure knew what happened on a particular day. Well, except for those other details, he surely captured those special days we had.
Then, unfolding the rest of the paper, it finally hit me.
February 15, 2014 – sleepover, sleep naked together
February 21, 2014 – sleepover, next step
February 26, 2014 – tell his mom and dad, console him
I squinted my eyes on those several lines, outlining what was to happen. It seemed like some sort of prophecy. Can he actually tell what was going to happen? How did he...? What the fuck?
Unsurprisingly, the paper had several more folds, several more dates. Each day for the following weeks and months had something written about it, all of them with the two of us together doing or witnessing something. As I read down to the bottom of it, one date struck my mind.
December 28, 2014 – Goodbye.
What the hell? Goodbye? Goodbye to what? I scanned the paper for any other dates beyond that, but it all ended there. Nothing else was written on its back. Nothing else was written about the two of us. Just that simple word on the 28th of December 2014. Goodbye.
"Big bro, c'mon down!"
Before folding the paper and replacing it, I took a quick snapshot of it with my phone, which was thankfully placed on top of the drawer itself. I managed to capture some dates, but not all of it. However, I made sure to focus on December 28.
As I got to the kitchen, Alex was already eating a brownie and smiling expectantly at me. I made my way toward him, sat in front of him and started eating as well despite how troubled my mind was at the time. He must've been oblivious to how my eyes surely looked distant or he just didn't care at all.
"Is it good?"
"The brownies. Is it good?"
"Oh...uhh, yeah." I took another bite and it was good. Delicious. Sweet. Just like its maker.
"Is something wrong?" He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Oh, nothing. It's just...these are really good, y'know."
"Don't lie to me, Mikey. Is it too sweet? Is it hard like some rock or..."
"Trust me, it's delicious," I assured him. "You gotta teach me how to do this."
"You'd laugh when I tell you what my secret ingredient is."
"Love?" I asked, holding back a giggle.
"Nope!" he cheerfully said. "Actually, it's...a secret."
"You're kidding, right?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"It won't be a secret anymore if I told you, would it?" he said, showing me the tip of his pink tongue.
"Alex?" My tone must've sounded quite serious because he stared back at me intently without even smiling a bit.
"You've got that look in your eyes again."
"I'm about to do something bad?"
"Not that one. The other one," he told me, squinting his eyes a little and leaning a bit toward me.
"It's like you know something I don't. It's like...you're keeping something from me."
"You know everything about me," I argued. "...well, not everything but you know me so well by now."
"Maybe," he whispered. "The same goes for me, right? You know a lot about me already."
"Like how you love to bake, or love having pets, or how you got that scar on your dick..."
"Hey!" he interrupted. "It's not a scar. It's a birthmark!"
"A really cute one, too" I told him.
He blushed from the compliment. Really, it was actually cute. Right underneath his shaft was some sort of dark spot. It wasn't dark per se, but considering how it contrasted the light olive complexion of his private area, tan lines separating it from the rest of his body, it was bound to be called a dark spot. Well, like Jupiter's Great Red Spot, there was a tiny spot on the skin that covered his glans, the one that stretched under it. It was maybe half an inch in diameter and it could only be seen when his dick was hard and up, unless you'd intentionally look for it when he's flaccid.
"Don't change the subject."
"No," he interrupted. "You know something I don't."
Should I tell him? What would I tell him? I wanted to find out for myself first, if whatever he'd written there would come true.
"It's nothing, I promise," I lied. "...y'know, I still haven't given you my Valentines gift."
His attention shifted away from questioning me and now he held a curious and delightful spark in his eyes. Taking one more bite off my brownie, I smiled at him and stood up.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing special. Just thought it'd be fun."
He watched me leave the kitchen and enter their living room, in search for my backpack. After retrieving his gift, I went back to him and still saw that curious look he had. Standing next to him with both my hands behind me, his eyes looked up into mine and he seemed just like a little kid waiting for his birthday present or something.
"A surprise?" his voice sounded high pitched, excited somehow.
"You love surprises, don't you? It's not much," I paused. "I don't even know if it means something..."
"I'd like anything that comes from you big bro."
"Not this one, I guess..."
"Try me," he said, lifting his palm up in anticipation of my gift.
"I warned you."
I finally gave it to him and the look on his face was epic. He looked flushed, had a pout `round his lips, a glint of annoyance in his eyes as he stared back at me after realizing what it was that I gave him.
"See?" I asked.
He looked away from me and turned his back toward me. He acted so childish sometimes, but I liked that about him.
"No, I like it," he mumbled.
"Huh? You like it?"
"Yeah...I did say anything, as long as it's from you."
"Dude...lil' bro...seriously? It's just a joke. No need to pretend you like it. Look..."
Then, swiftly, he turned back toward me and stood up at the same time. It dawned on me that he hugged me and his head rested on my right shoulder. I could even feel his own heartbeat against mine and his...giggle?
"You can wait, right?" he asked.
"Sure...but, I don't want you to..."
"It's okay big bro," he said, releasing me from his hug. "I know I want to do it, but not yet. It's still freaking me out."
"So...you'll keep it for now?"
"Yep! I know what it's for, y'know. Thanks!"
What was it for? Well, it was just a pack of condoms, a special pack, I should tell you. The thing that made it special was it's...
"Really, big bro?" he giggled again. "Chocolate? You love chocolate?"
"Well, uhh..." I averted my eyes from him, looking sideway. "I was actually thinking that you...uhm...y'know...me?"
He must've understood my point `coz he pouted again and there was that shy look on his face once more. As dirty as my mind was, I actually wanted him to blow me one day. We still haven't done that, and I thought he'd welcome the idea more intimately if he could taste chocolate and I could offer it to him...very willingly, of course. Then again, I wouldn't mind both of us blowing each other without such other flavours except for our own.
"C'mon!" he exclaimed, taking my hand in his and dragging me to their backyard.
On the way there, we stopped by their coffee table as he took his sketchbook with him. Yep, he was talented when it came to art. Once outside, he led both of us under the shade of some old tree. It was quite hot outside, the sun glaring down at us without even the slightest breeze passing by, and we didn't have winter season anyway. Standing happily in front of me, he opened his sketchbook, scanned through several pages until he handed it to me.
On that plain piece of paper was the sketch of two boys, one taller than the other, under the shade of the tree. The shorter boy tiptoed and gently touched his lips to the boy in front of him, his hands resting on the other boy's shoulders. The taller boy, on the other hand, had a sweet and gentle expression on his face as he held something with both his hands, a sketchbook perhaps or a really big piece of paper, pressed in between both their bodies right against their torsos. It was clear enough that the wind added some magic to their kiss as the leaves on the tree seemed to fall and dance with the breeze. Simply put, it was a sketch of both...
"You like it?" Alex asked.
"Wow," I said, before returning his expectant gaze.
Then, he tiptoed and placed both his hands on my shoulders, the sketchpad still in both my hands as it pressed against my torso and his. He even smiled as we kissed and that made me smile as well and close my eyes. Surprisingly enough, I felt a breeze touch my face and I thought it lifted Alex closer into my arms. It must've only been my feeling of elation, but I sure felt like flying as well.
Drawing away from the kiss, Alex gestured for me to look at the sketch once more.
"See?" he said. "I knew the wind was coming."
"It hasn't been windy since last week. I just had the feeling that it would blow today."
Just a feeling? Or could he actually tell what was going to happen. Was it just a feeling that he wrote all those stuff on a piece paper like some sort of diary written in advance, a foreseeable future with both of our lives in it and ending on December 28 of this year? More disturbingly...was it just a feeling that I somehow believed that all of those things would happen no matter how hard I tried to stop it?
"Mikey? You okay?"
"Yeah...just...thank you. This is the best Valentines gift ever."
"I actually think those condoms you gave me outdid this one."
"Well...it was kinda hard choosing the right flavour."
He giggled and I laughed heartily along. As the afternoon passed by, we spent our time together inside their house doing all sorts of stuff like snuggling on their couch, playing bandits, watching an unfinished movie and just feeling each other up. We were both very comfortable with how our bodies touched despite the clothes we were wearing. Even with our teenage hormones never failing to give us erections most of the time, we chose to just jack off one more time. I mean, there were so many wonderful things to do rather than just masturbating each other, especially on Valentines. And though we didn't go out on a date, it was still a special day.
February 15, 2014
"You brought a flashlight, right?"
"Yep! And some batteries, too."
"It's just for tonight anyway," I said. "...and it's not that dark tonight. I can even see some stars."
"That's the Milky Way, right? Those stars we see..."
"I dunno. I mean, there are other galaxies out there so maybe that star up there," I said, pointing to a rather small star. "...is another galaxy."
"It's really far away, isn't it?"
"Oh, right," he mumbled, settling right beside me by the window of my tree house. "...you think there are others like us out there?"
"You mean people?"
"No. I mean like us, y'know...special and different."
"Like two boys up in a tree house, too?" I asked. "...and jacking off?"
He giggled and looked at me, starry eyed it seemed.
"Do you think they have it better than us? Without others telling them off and calling them names...," he asked.
I thought about it for a while, looking up to the heavens before answering.
"If there's a world like that out there, I'd love to live there one day. You and I could move there...," I told him.
"On a spaceship or something. Maybe a teleporter?"
We sat in silence, contemplating about that world. A world where there were no limits to what was socially acceptable when it came to being in love with another. Perhaps, there really was a world like that out there. No closets, no name-calling and no one ever doubted himself if he should actually be in love with another boy.
"When are we going to tell your folks about us?"
"I don't know. They still don't know `bout me being gay and taking it a step further by getting a boyfriend. I feel like they'd throw me out if they find out."
"They will find out, sooner or later. I could ask my mom to help us make your folks understand."
"Your mom and dad sure are happy for the two of us, aren't they?" I told him. "...I wish mine would be, too."
"We won't know `til we tell them."
"Just give me a lil' more time, okay?"
He stared at me again, his eyes holding something I didn't know. Then, a smile formed around his lips before he rested his head on my left shoulder, sighing as he did so.
"It's kinda warm tonight," he said.
"What are you thinking?"
"They won't come up here, will they? I mean, your folks."
"Nope," I answered. "The last time they came up here was when I was eight years old. This is pretty much my place."
"Cool. So...uhm...would you mind if we sleep naked tonight?"
I was slightly surprised by his suggestion, but I did welcome the idea. Unlike yesterday, I wasn't totally aware that he was fulfilling yet another entry on his `diary'. What mattered to me was the eagerness in his voice and the bulge in my pants.
So when we finally decided to turn the lights off, setting the flashlight aside and making sure Oreo and Mocha ate their veggies, we found ourselves snuggled to each other without fabric touching our skins except for the blanket that covered both of us. As silly and awkward as it was, we were lying face to face with both of us surely sporting a blush despite the fact that we can't really see that much in this dim light.
"I can feel your dick poking at me," he said.
"Look who's talking."
We laughed it off and soon, our hands found their way to each other's erections, slowly stroking each other to the sound of the hamster wheel spinning like crazy.
"You think they're watching us?" he asked. "...Oreo and Mocha?"
"Unless they have x-ray vision, I don't mind doing it under a blanket."
He took what I said as a signal for him to quicken his pace and I mimicked what he did. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I saw him close his eyes. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I decided to lay on top of him and he even moved his hand away. That way, our raging hard-ons were rubbing against each other. It was short of having sex, but it felt really good. We kept quiet of course, fearing that we might wake up the whole neighbourhood.
As my bare skin rubbed against his, I could feel our sweat mingling like how our fingers intertwined. Thankfully, I had a mattress up in my tree house so I knew that he didn't mind being under me with most of my weight on him.
It wasn't only our dicks rubbing against each other. Even our nuts came in contact and that sent a tingling sensation through me, urging me to go on. He was pushing into me as well and I could almost run the tip of my erection down to his ass. I tried avoiding that spot, knowing that it'd freak him out and he may even push me off him.
"Shiiit...feels good," he uttered.
I grunted my agreement and kept on moving and finally, I could feel myself going over the edge. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly, but it was his forceful kiss that shut me up. Warmth went over my torso, dripping down on his as I collapsed on top of him.
"That was intense," he said and I nodded. "...you're heavy, big bro."
I moved off him and lay down again, coming face to face with him once more. Somehow, his face glowed under the night. Or was it just my eyes filled with the after-effect of what we did?
"I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arm around my chest, his eyes closing gently.
February 21, 2014
"You sure about this," I asked.
He kneeled before me as I sat naked on the edge of his bed. Except for his white socks, he was naked as well. He smiled up at me and nodded bravely.
"If it tastes like chocolate, I won't mind," he said.
My hard dick was wrapped in that special condom I gave him. Most people said it was for the sake of having safe oral sex, but I thought it would help Alex get over the fact that he was about to have a dick up his throat.
"We could just jack off, y'know..."
"No," he declined, wrapping a hand on my dick. "...besides, this looks fun."
Without any more hesitation, he swallowed my glans shyly at first before taking it all in. Unlike him, I was circumcised when I was little. I didn't think of it much, but I sure envied the loose skin that Alex had on his dick.
"Don't use your teeth," I reminded him and he nodded.
If it was up to me, I would have given him a blowjob first. I knew how to give one, considering all those times I spent reading and watching videos about it on the internet. Well, that was enough experience, I guess.
Alex seemed practiced enough. His wet tongue went over my glans, his luscious lips running over my length and...and...
I didn't know how it would feel without the condom, but I didn't really care since this was my first blowjob so I had nothing to compare it to.
His hand cupped my balls nicely while the other rubbed on my thigh, going in between and down to my bum, underneath my balls. I could even feel his hot and erratic breathing on my skin.
It didn't take long for him to quicken up with his one hand holding my shaft this time. I couldn't see his face as my eyes squinted and my hands settled on the strands of his soft hair. That overwhelming feeling reached me again and with the condom wrapping my dick, I could feel every drop of cum I ejaculated.
When I heard him giggle, I took my hands off his hair and opened my eyes. His face looked sublime without cum on his lips. I smiled back at him as he stood up and sat on my lap.
"Tastes like chocolate," he said.
"You liked it?"
"I guess so," he mumbled shyly. "...but I want to do it without the condom next time."
I nodded and pulled him closer to me, my right hand finding its way to his dick. He smiled suggestively this time, and I knew right then that it was my time to give him head.
"You want me to wear one?" he asked.
"Nah," I said. "I'd rather taste you than some chocolate."
Letting him off my lap, I proceeded to kneel before him and poke a shy finger on the tip of his dick. I could see that dark spot once more and it only made me more excited, thinking how it would taste. Would it be different from the rest of his shaft?
He still didn't have that much pubes, only bits on top of his crotch. He's not really that big either, just normal for his age. Looking into his eyes for one last time, I saw his eager expression before I finally poked my tongue on his exposed glans. `Tastes like...'
February 26, 2014
`Tell my mom and dad...console me?'
So far, what he'd written came true. I was looking at the snapshot I took with my phone while seated in our classroom, waiting for the end of my last class. My friends didn't even bother asking me what I was reading or who I was texting. They were far too busy ignoring our teacher.
That afternoon, I walked home by myself. Ever since I got together with Alex, we always walked together until we reached that corner where we had to go separate ways. Apparently, he didn't come to school today and didn't even text me where he was. It surely got me worried.
"Mom?" I asked, surprised that my mother was on our porch, evidently waiting for me and seemingly had something in her mind.
"Sit down, sweetheart," she said.
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"It's about Alex."
"What about him? Is he in trouble? Did something happen?!"
"Michael," she began, sounding somewhat serious. "...you've been spending too much time with him, haven't you?"
I gulped, nodded and stayed silent.
"There's nothing bad about that unless you do something abnormal."
Abnormal? What the fuck did she mean by that? I stared back at her fiercely, and her eyes hinted that she knew something I didn't.
"I've talked about this to your dad and he feels the same way. We knew what you both did when you had that sleepover once. We heard everything. We're not deaf, you know."
What the... They heard what we did up in my tree house? But why did it take them so long to tell me this?
"I think you both know that what you did is not something normal boys do. Am I right, Alex?"
I looked at her quizzically, and before I could even respond, Alex walked past me and was right beside me at that instant. I stared at him, asking him all sorts of questions, but he just smiled back.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said. "...but we both love each other, so you don't have to worry `bout us doing those things."
My mom raised an eyebrow and I did, too. What the hell was Alex saying and how did he fucking get here? Did he follow me? He wasn't even at school today!
"This is your first and last warning," mom said. "We're not taking this lightly. You both know what the consequences are. I won't stop you from seeing each other as long as we are reasonably assured that you're not doing anything abnormal anymore."
"No buts, sweetheart. We're saving you from everyone in the world already. There are lots of people out there who will look down on you, hurt you and worse..."
Did those people include her? She gravely looked down on us, even calling us abnormal.
"I trust you to make the right decisions," she said as she stood up and went for the door. "You're far too young to jump to conclusions about loving each other. Understand?"
I nodded meekly and I felt Alex brush his hand against mine, making sure that my mom didn't see that tiny bit of affection between us.
We decided to talk up in the tree house and Alex finally explained to me how he got here in time for my mom's heartless advice.
"You got a puppy," I said. "...and my mom apparently found out `bout us."
Yep, he was holding a puppy in his arms. He told me that it was his cousin's and he was only looking after it for a week. His cousin went on a trip overseas and they went to see him off, thus missing a day in school. When they got home, he decided to walk the dog and take the route leading to our house.
"I'm sorry, Mikey," he said. "It's my fault."
"Don't be. They'd find out sooner or later, won't they?"
"We can try talking to them and convince them that we're not kids anymore! We can think for ourselves, right?"
Actually, we were still kids or somewhere near that age. But did that mean that we didn't have the right mind to know who we like and not who we're s'posedly attracted to? I know that I would fall for a boy a long time ago. I just didn't tell them, afraid of what they'd think. Even when Alex said that I no longer have a closet around me, I felt like my mom put me in a fucking safe and only she knew how to open the combination lock.
"We'll think of something," he assured me. "I know we can."
Yeah. Somehow, I did, too. After all, those stuff he wrote about us after the month of February included a surprise gift from my mom and dad for both of us, maybe in celebration of their acceptance of our identities and love.
However, a more troubling thought came to my mind. Alex didn't have anything to do with my mom waiting for me outside earlier. Unlike with what happened during those two other dates he'd written about, he had no control over this situation. My mom could've been at work or cooking dinner or just wasn't at home this afternoon. How and why did her talk with me coincide with the date on Alex's `diary'?
Staring back at him, I saw that knowing look in his eyes.
"Y'know, you have that look in your eyes," I told him.
"You know something I don't."
~ End of Chapter ~
Now to explain myself. Well, this story was originally intended as a one-shot, just a simple gift for New Year. However, I ended up making one mistake. I used the format for my other story and forgot to remove the 'End of Chapter' line down at the bottom of this story's 1st chapter. Consequently, it ended up being archived as a series and I got alot of feedback asking me about the 2nd chapter and wheter I will continue the story or not. That made me think of a plot for this story, one that would make this stand on its own. Now I have decided to continue the story, making it a MONTHLY series. It doesn't mean that I'd only update this once every month. It only means that I'd be celebrating some sort of special event each month surrounding both boys as they take on the challenge of Alex's prophecies. I'd update as frequently as I can, depending on my university schedule. I hope you'd understand. Evidently, this story would last unti DECEMBER 28, 2014, where we finally say Goodbye to both Alex and Mikey.
Oh, and please do check out my other finished story here:Singing Hearts
And this one's still ongoing: Measuring Love
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