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This is Chapter 5 of my story about a lonely boy who discovers that family can be where you find it. If you haven't read the previous chapters they are in my story archive here.
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"How long have you been watching, Ronnie?" Veed asked, not the slightest bit angry at her intrusion.
"Only like two minutes," she said. "Mom sent me up to get you guys for lunch but I didn't want to bother Hawley and mess up his great feeling."
"Thanks Ronnie," the boy chirped. "It was the best one ever!"
"I believe it," Ronnie said. "Fin really sucked your brains out, eh?"
"Yeah! He's super good at it."
"That makes sense," she agreed. "You guys always say that gay boys suck the best."
I shot her a horrified look. Ronnie really did call me gay! I wasn't sure I had heard right the first time but now she's said it twice!
I knew I was supposed to get mad and deny it like the older boys did when somebody called them that but instead I just froze in place. The fact is I never completely understood what the kids meant by that, only that it's a really bad cut-down.
"Mom says it's probably too soon to tell if Fin is gay," Ronnie said.
I turned my beet-red face to her. "You were talking to your Mom about whether I'm gay?"
"Yeah," Ronnie said. "It looked like you only cared about the boys and not me so I asked Mom if you might be gay. She said you were probably just more comfortable with boys because you haven't really been around girls that much and especially not naked. But she didn't see what I just saw. The way you were kissing Hawley I'm thinking maybe you really do like boys."
I had read about Gay Youth on the parenting blog, about how parents should support their gay children and let them know that they are loved no matter what, but it never really said exactly what made a kid gay. It just kind of skipped over that part like everybody already knew it. Also it seemed like they were talking about older kids, like in high school, so I figured I didn't really need to know about that stuff yet.
I had to admit that it kind of made sense. I thought about my first hot jerk-off image, James' big hard boner. I sure liked remembering that. And I really got myself off good thinking about Veed's and Hawley's beautiful athletic bodies, like six times in one night! The very fact that I thought about boys' bodies said a lot right there. I remembered watching these three through their window, Ronnie just as naked as the boys, and how I knew instantly which ones I would rather look at.
I guess I already knew that I liked boys. I just never put that together with the word "gay."
"Children!" Mrs. A called up the stairs. "Lunch is getting cold!"
"We're coming, Mama!" Ronnie called down. "The boys were busy so they have to wash up!"
"Hurry up and wash your hands then, boys," Mrs. A said with a chuckle. "And don't forget to wash whatever else needs washing too."
"What does that mean?" I asked Veed, who grinned.
"You'll find out later," he said as we walked across the hall into the bathroom. Then he added with a wink, "Maybe after lunch."
I washed up when Veed was finished and when I got back to his bedroom to get my clothes — so they'd be in the same room with me when we got downstairs — he handed me a small gym bag.
"I put your stuff in here," he said. "It'll be easier to carry around. You can use it whenever you come over."
"Thanks," I said, and noted with pleasure that Veed was acting just as friendly to me as he ever had. In fact all three kids were taking me possibly being gay completely in stride, and even Mrs. A seemed unconcerned. It was weird because the whole rest of the world acted like it was the worst thing a guy could be.
You know what else was weird? Sitting around the dining room table with my friends and their parents and all of us buck naked. I was pretty used to it by then with Veed and Hawley and getting there with Ronnie but I still couldn't completely relax with Mrs. A's tits staring me in the face. I was only glad Mr. A's big dick was out of sight under the table.
The only concession to bare-ass dining was that we were all seated on towels. I had been informed that direct butt-to-furniture contact was forbidden except on beds and those pieces that have washable slip covers, like the couches we were on earlier. I thought they must have to wash those slip covers a lot judging by how often I found little skid marks in my undies, but then I remembered that one of Mr. A's main tenets of Swedishness was keeping oneself clean.
Maybe Swedes washed their butts a lot.
"Fin," Mrs. A said, "I notice that you didn't bring over your mother's lunch today."
My brow wrinkled. "She never mentioned it this morning," I replied. "I kind of forgot about it."
That was Weird Thing Number Three for the day because Mom always told me what she made, making sure she got credit for how much work she did taking care of me.
"Maybe I should get dressed and go look in our refrigerator?" I suggested.
"Not now," Mrs. A said. "We have plenty and it's getting cold. If you like you can bring it over later for an afternoon snack."
"OK Mrs. A," I said, more interested in the hot food in front of me anyway.
There were thick slices of a baloney-like sausage that had been fried golden brown, with macaroni on the side in a creamy red tomato sauce that reminded me of spaghetti. It looked and smelled fantastic.
"The sausage is called Falukorv," Veed explained. "It's one of my favorites."
Everyone was already tucking in so I cut a piece of sausage and took a taste.
"It's good!" I exclaimed. It definitely reminded me of baloney but it was much tastier, much brighter on the tongue. I thought of the tasty little sausage that was on my tongue twenty minutes earlier and I felt my face flush. I glanced at Hawley but he seemed to be thinking only of his lunch.
"I like to eat 'em together," the boy enthused, "like this."
He scooped up a heaping spoonful of macaroni and stabbed a piece of sausage that his mother had cut for him. He shoveled in the macaroni and popped in the sausage then turned his overfilled mouth to me with satisfaction in his smiling eyes. It was all he could do to chew without losing any down his chin.
"Now is lunch time, Hawley," Mr. A gently warned, "not play time."
"Hawley and Fin already had play time," Ronnie said, directing me a smirk. I was stunned and appalled that she said it in front of her parents but her eyes gleamed with good-natured teasing. To my astonishment both adults smiled.
"I'm glad you're having fun," Mrs. A said directly to me. "It's nice that you feel comfortable with us so quickly."
"Yes, Finley Cooper," Mr. A said with that same fond look as in our backyard. "You fit into our family quite well. You would make a fine Swede!"
I fell silent, distracting myself with my food. Did I really understand the situation correctly? Could Hawley's parents really be happy that I sucked off their eight-year-old son? Veed said that their Mom and Dad already knew that they fooled around but knowing and encouraging are two different things. I found myself staring at Hawley, who saw me looking and licked his lips in the most provocative way imaginable.
"Halvar," Mr. A warned. "Let Fin enjoy his lunch."
"OK Papa," the boy said and gave me one final sexy smile before diving back into his food.
"So Fin," Mrs. A said, mercifully changing the subject, "have your parents decided yet about dinner Saturday?"
"I think we're coming, Mrs. A. I heard them talking about it."
"Oh, that's wonderful news," she said. "We can't wait, can we dear?"
Mr. A seemed less enthusiastic but smiled at me and said, "Yes, of course. It is my hope that we may all be friends." He tilted his head meaningfully toward me and added, "But secrets must remain secret, yes Fin?"
I looked straight into his ice-blue eyes and answered, "Yes Mr. A."
My parents couldn't get this out of me with truth serum.
After lunch we kids helped clean up just like the other day only this time we were naked. My dick was hard as a spike as I watched Ronnie on the step-stool in front of the sink, her cute round ass jiggling as she scrubbed the skillet used to fry the Falukorv. It surprised me that I found it attractive but I definitely did.
Might I not be gay after all? Or did I only like Ronnie's butt because at eleven years old she still looked like a boy from behind? I turned then to Veed's smooth, sleek backside as he bent to load the dishwasher and my dick throbbed even harder, which seemed to confirm that I was one seriously gay caballero!
I was so confused! I decided that as soon as possible I'd read everything I could find on the Internet about being gay.
"Let's go back to my room," Veed said, the look in his eye unmistakably suggestive. My heart soared but then Mr. A's voice shot it down like a surface-to-air missile.
"Play must wait, Veed," he said. "Now there is to work be done."
I saw the disappointment in Veed's eyes but he didn't whine or complain, just smiled and said, "Yes, Papa."
I was conflicted because I was very hot to go upstairs with Veed but at the same time I loved that he was such a good son. He obeyed not out of fear — like the wimp I saw in the mirror every morning — but out of love and respect for his amazing father.
I would have been a good son too if I had a father I could respect.
"Can I help?" I asked Mr. A.
"Of course, Finley Cooper," he said brightly. "It is now as though I have three sons, so I may work you without mercy!"
We laughed with locked eyes. The affection he projected was like nothing I'd ever felt. I really loved the feeling and that phrase, "three sons." It made me wonder... and maybe wish just a little.
"What work do we have to do, Papa?" Hawley asked.
"We have lived here for three full days," the man said. "It is high time we get off of our lazy duffs and organize the garage."
I smiled because he pronounced it more like "doofs." Mr. A's Swedish accent was really growing on me.
"Clothes on, fellows," the man ordered. "We do not yet know for sure that the backyard is as private as we hope."
I opened the gym bag and grabbed my underpants. Veed made an exaggerated sad face as my junk was tucked away but then slyly smiled. I was not doing it as a joke but I was similarly bummed to see him cover up.
I noticed that Ronnie was not dressing and asked her, "Aren't you going to help too?"
"No, I have chores for my Mom here in the house."
"This is man's work, Finley Cooper," Mr. A said with a teasing look at his daughter. "The ladies do not like the garage because there is occasionally a spider."
"Aw, come on Dad!" Ronnie gigglingly countered. "You know I'm not scared of spiders!"
"This is true," the man conceded, then to the boys added, "It is only her mother who is afraid."
Mrs. A simply shrugged off the teasing. "What can I say? I don't like spiders. That's why I keep you around."
"Yes," Mr. A played along. "I am the Great Spider Hunter! Now where is my rolled-up newspaper?"
I finished tying my gym shoes and headed for the kitchen door when Mrs. A stopped me.
"Fin, since you're dressed now why don't you run home and bring back your mother's lunch? You might forget if you get... busy... again later."
The way she said "busy" was alarming and suddenly my face felt on fire. I had to get out of there so I mumbled, "OK Mrs. A," and hurried out the door.
I knew I could trust her — already I'd have walked on broken glass if Mrs. A asked me to — but it went against all my instincts to let a grownup know such naughty stuff. Doing sex things practically right in front of her just felt wrong. Not morally wrong you understand. More like unwise; the kind of thing that gets a kid in trouble.
I told the guys where I was going and rushed home. After three hours at the neighbors' our house seemed eerily silent. As much as I had wanted to get out of Mrs. A's kitchen our own kitchen suddenly felt foreign and unwelcoming. I needed to get out of there too.
I threw open the refrigerator and there was no lunch. That was very weird. My Mom had never forgotten to make my lunch even once since they'd been leaving me home alone in the summer. She must have done it on purpose but I couldn't imagine why. Something was going on with Mom and I'd have to be very careful not to fuck up when I dealt with her next.
I went back next door and found Mrs. A still in the kitchen. I told her there was no lunch and how strange it was but I didn't tell her I was worried that my Mom was going to go off on me.
"Hmm," Mrs. A said like she was making a mental note about it. "So your first time visiting us since you stayed for lunch and your mother does not make a lunch for you. That is interesting."
"It's weird," I said.
"Well, you needn't worry about it, Fin. We had plenty of food and you're always welcome."
I got that tremendously affectionate vibe again and it helped a lot. I thanked her and turned to go.
"Fin?" she asked. "Are you all right? You seem troubled and I'd like to help if I can."
I wasn't planning to say anything. I was just going to look it up on the Internet but she was right there and she wanted to help and I felt more trust for her than any adult I'd ever known, so I sheepishly turned back.
"Mrs. A, you knew what me and Hawley were doing upstairs before lunch, right?"
"Hawley and I," she corrected, "but yes. Not specifically of course but I knew it was some kind of sex-play."
"And that's OK with you? You're really not mad?"
She smiled that very fond smile. "Of course not, Fin," she said. "It's completely natural for children to be curious about sex. Nearly all children experiment, first by themselves with masturbation and then with other children. I did it when I was a kid and so did my husband. It's fun and it feels good, so naturally we want to keep doing it. Who wouldn't?"
"So it's OK because it's natural, like being naked?"
"That's right," she said with her easy smile.
I stood silent, looking into her kind blue eyes. She waited, knowing I had more to ask.
"How..." I stammered and jerked my eyes down to the floor. "How does a boy know if he's gay or not?"
Her amazing kindness never wavered. "Ah," she said, taking my hand and gently squeezing it. "Our little Ronja has been talking out of turn, hasn't she?"
"She saw me with Hawley and she said maybe I was gay."
"Well, it isn't her business but it's possible that you are. It's also possible that you're not. You're very young Fin and only beginning to learn about yourself. Do you think you like boys for sex and not girls?"
"I don't know," I answered. "I... really like Veed."
"I know you do, Honey," she said. "And for what it's worth he really likes you too. And so does Ronnie, by the way. She's a bit older than you boys and closer to figuring out her own sexuality. She was a little bit hurt that you seem more interested in playing with the boys than with her."
"But that's what's so confusing," I said. "Sometimes I think maybe I do want to play with her."
"That's possible too," Mrs. A said. "There's something called bisexual, which refers to people who like both boys and girls. You mustn't worry about it though. You are what you are and someday you'll just naturally know what that is. And whatever that may be it doesn't change who you are as a person."
She pulled me into a hug, my face flat against her soft bare breast. I panicked a tiny bit but her tender words and warm flesh had an instant calming effect.
"You're a wonderful boy, Fin. You're kind and gentle and smart as a whip and we all love you already after only three days. If it turns out that you're gay you'll still be that same wonderful boy and we'll still love you just the same."
I felt myself melt into her, her affection engulfing me like a warm rain and her strong heartbeat pulsing in my ear. I hadn't been hugged by my own mother in years and only then realized how much I had missed it. My tears welled up and Mrs. A put a gentle hand on the back of my head, comforting me like an infant. My arms slipped around her bare waist and I hugged her tightly.
It might have been the most content I'd ever felt in my whole life.
I softly cried for a minute until my surging emotions relented and I nudged away, meeting her kind eyes with a sheepish but grateful smile.
"There's one more thing," she said, "and it's important that you truly understand. If you are gay our affection for you will not be in spite of it. What I mean is it will not be like, 'Oh, there's something wrong with Fin but we like him anyway.' There is nothing wrong with being gay. You are Fin and we love Fin. It's that simple."
"Then why do so many people freak out about gay stuff?"
"That is a far more complicated question, Sweetie," she said, and then with a conspiratorial smile, "but let's give it a try, OK?"
"Throughout history," she began, sounding just like Mrs. Adams giving a social studies lesson at school, "small groups of people have ruled over large groups of people. They don't want to lose their power because they like being in charge.
"One way they keep from being overthrown is by keeping the people busy fighting among themselves over things that don't really matter, such as whether a man should be allowed to love another man, or a woman with a woman, or if children should get to experience sexual pleasure.
"These things don't matter and humans can't control them anyway. Children will have sex play and men and women will love whomever they love regardless of what the Kings and Presidents and Priests have to say about it. We all have to follow our own nature, Fin. That's how the world works even if some people insist that it doesn't."
I digested this for a moment. "I think I understand, sort of."
"It's all very complicated, Honey," she said, but not talking down to me the way my parents always did. "I've been studying this stuff for twenty years and I don't pretend that I understand it all."
Hawley ran in through the kitchen door. "There you are Fin! We've been wonderin' about you." Before I could reply he was off down the hall. "Gotta peeeeeeee!"
Mrs. A and I laughed and our serious moment was over.
"I'd better go help in the garage," I said.
"Yes," she said. "And Fin, whenever you need to talk you can come to me, OK?"
My heart melted a little more. "Thanks, Mrs. A."
A solid hour in the garage had the place dust-free and organized within an inch of its life. Every single box from the move had been emptied and everything they owned stored in a logical and efficient manner. Mr. A was a stickler for order and precision and his little preteen acorns had fallen close to the tree.
My Dad constantly complained about the mess in our own garage yet he never, ever cleaned it. I'd come to realize that it was the complaining that he liked.
"Thank you, boys," Mr. A beamed. "You are all excellent helpers. Now run and have your fun!"
Veed put his head close to mine and quietly said, "Now we can go up to my room if you want to."
I grinned and I was sure the excitement showed in my eyes. We rushed inside and my heart pounded as I hurried up the stairs behind him. Even with shorts on the scent of him was stronger and muskier than before and it had other parts of me pounding in time with my heart.
If being gay meant wanting sex with boys then at that moment I was resoundingly gay!
The second we were in the room I threw my empty clothes bag aside and looked up to the taller boy's exquisite face.
"Can I kiss you, Veed?"
His grin spread and he said, "Sure, I'd like that. But how about if we do it in the shower? We got pretty sweaty and dirty in the garage."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"Besides," Veed more urgently said, "I want to wash you all over, and one place especially."
I flashed on an image of Veed scrubbing my bone-hard dick and I was all for it so I vigorously nodded. We quickly stripped off, never taking eyes off of one another. He was fully hard just as I was as he led me naked across the hall. In one minute we were standing under the warm spray breathlessly gazing upon one another.
Veed's eyes were the blue of a winter twilight and they held me transfixed. There was something between us, something more powerful than mere horniness and well beyond my ken. What Hawley and I had was delicious, sexy fun but it was merely playtime. This felt fundamentally different and infinitely more meaningful.
Veed's arms came around me and mine wrapped around him as if they could do nothing else. The strength in his taut upper body turned me on like never before. After a moment of intense eye contact I stretched up, leading with my lips. When I met his tender mouth there was so much electricity I half expected sparks and blown fuses.
We kissed deeply, our tongues immediately curling together. It had been great with Hawley but this was a whole new experience. Veed kissed with purpose and intensity and I was instantly immersed in it. He moaned into my mouth and the vibration was exquisite. I moaned as well and the sound echoed around the bathroom while our tongues twirled and danced.
Then I felt it. Veed had taken a tiny step forward and the snorkled tip of his straining cock touched my hip. As wonderful as his lips were that beguiling stiffness siren-called to me and I reached for it with my hand. Veed took mine too and we kissed and fondled and stroked each other for a long time.
I surprised him by breaking the kiss.
"I need it, Veed," I whispered and sank to my knees in the tub. His dick was stiffer than I'd seen it yet, enough to make the purplish tip protrude a half-inch out of his foreskin. I leaned in and touched my tongue to his pee slit.
"Ohhhh!" Veed sighed. "I've been waiting for this for days! Take it, Fin. Suck my dick!"
The import of this jolted me, that he had been wanting it for days. Had he lusted for me since the first minute we met just as I had for him? With new excitement I opened my mouth and took him.
It was different because his cockhead was covered but I liked it. His dick was much thicker than Hawley's and more than an inch longer, so hard I felt almost no spongy give like I did with the younger boy. It filled my mouth wonderfully and I hovered there nursing on about half its length and using my tongue to make his foreskin glide a tiny bit up and down.
"Oh yeah, Fin!" he groaned. "Skin it back and do my dickhead."
I grabbed his muscular buns with both hands to steady myself and closed my lips tighter around his cock. I pushed the skin back with my lips and ended up with the entire dick in my mouth, pausing several seconds to firmly suck around the base just as Veed had coached me earlier with Hawley.
"Dickhead now baby," he urged. "Tickle it with your tongue."
I was thrilled anew at being called "baby" and I pulled back to give Veed what he wanted. I concentrated fully on his exposed head, round and full just like his brother's but quite a lot bigger. I teased and slurped with the limited know-how that my one experience with Hawley had taught me. Veed's hands came to the back of my head and he held me gently as I began to pump my lips up and down his shaft.
I was disappointed when after two or three minutes he nudged my head away and said, "Let's wash now. We gotta save some hot water for Ronnie and Hawley."
My disappointment evaporated as he helped me to my feet and I realized that I would get to feel Veed's slippery, soapy hands all over my body. I just knew it would be ten times better than when I washed myself at home.
Veed loaded his palm with body wash from a squeeze bottle and began on my shoulders. A fresh clean smell filled my nose as his soapy fingertips glided down and across my sharp and sensitive nipples, making me moan aloud.
He turned me around, pulling my back against his chest and washing my belly in a reach-around fashion. His cock pressed firmly against my butt as his hands slipped lower. I gasped because I knew where they were headed.
"Ohhhh!" I sighed as Veed's slippery fingers gently caressed my aching stiffness. He moved his hand back and forth as if jerking me off but he wasn't moving my skin, just sliding his fingers up and down my shaft through the soapy slickness. He finished each stroke with a gentle pinch of my dickhead between his finger and thumb and it was so intense I wanted to come out of my skin.
He nibbled kisses up and down my neck, finding a tender spot to apply wonderful firm suction for maybe half a minute. Meanwhile my dick was getting so overstimulated I thought I might have to push his hands away.
Which was the last thing on Earth I wanted to do.
Veed rescued me by moving on to wash other, more mundane parts of me, which I loved almost as much. I was sorry when he finished and said to me, "OK, wash me now. But just wash, OK? We have to hurry a little bit."
I took the body wash and did a good job on him, starting with his golden hair and working my way to his toes. I followed his "just wash" request like a good boy and he only had to tell me once to leave his dick alone. He turned me around again to face him and sank to his knees.
"What about the hot water?" I asked in surprise.
"There will be enough," he said and engulfed my dick to the root.
"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned. It was the first time I'd ever felt the ecstasy of a warm, wet, eager mouth pleasuring the center of my sexual universe. Veed's desire to please me was palpable and I knew he was just as excited to do me as I had been to do him. His tongue tickled my excited head and then he pumped ten times in fast succession. I had no doubt that a few more minutes of that would get me my feeling.
He held me deep in his mouth and sucked firmly but I sensed that something was dividing his attention. I opened my eyes — which I hadn't even realized were closed — and saw him squirting more body wash onto his fingers. He nudged my thighs further apart and then I felt the slick soapy digits massaging my balls.
This was much nicer than I ever dreamed it could be; in fact I'd never dreamed of it at all. Each of my nuts squished and squirted between his fingers as he sucked me and massaged me, and then I felt his soapy fingers trail back, up behind my balls and into the cleft between my cheeks. I didn't know what he was doing but this new stimulation plus his sucking, slurping mouth felt fucking amazing and I didn't even consider stopping him.
When he reached my hole the reality slammed me in the face that Veed was about to stick his finger up my butt. I had tickled around my own hole various times and found it pleasant but I had never actually inserted anything. In about one second Veed would do exactly that and during that one second my brain careened from panic to curiosity to excitement.
"Oh shit, Veed!" I cried as he wedged my hole open with his fingertip. I felt the rounded nub edging inside and I braced for panic to return full-force but it didn't happen. It hurt a little but I didn't want him to stop. I trusted Veed not to do anything bad and if Veed wanted this then I wanted it too. Somehow I knew to relax and let it happen and in two more seconds his finger was halfway inside me.
He pumped his wonderful sucking mouth up and down my dick and slipped his finger in and out of my ass at the same slow pace. At first he stayed at the same depth but then I felt him opening me wider and tunneling deeper. His knuckle spread my sphincter and the fingertip went all the way, touching something inside that gave me a jolt like an electric shock.
He sucked me fiercely and fingered me full-depth with slow and deliberate strokes. I felt a weird pressure inside my dick, getting more and more intense until it was almost unbearable. The buildup was almost like getting ready to cum but not the same. My mouth came open in a silent cry and then without warning the finger abruptly exited and the magnificent mouth pulled away.
"Rinse off, Fin!" Veed implored. "Let's go to the bed!"
I had never agreed with a suggestion more in my life.
He tossed me a towel and we dried ourselves in record time. We ran across the hall and scrambled onto Veed's bed, where he wrestled me onto my back and crushed his mouth to mine in the most passionate kiss yet. He humped his stiff cock against mine and we quickly got a reciprocal rhythm going, maximizing our cock-to-cock rubbing. His tongue was so far back in my mouth I thought he could lick my tonsils.
"Are you ready, Fin?" he asked, his blue eyes burning with intensity.
I took enough breath to speak and asked, "Ready for what?" although right then I was ready for anything.
"The best thing ever," Veed breathed into my mouth as he kissed me again. "Do you trust me, Fin? Can I do something to you that's just amazing?"
"Oh yes, Veed!" I moaned. "Do it, baby!"
"Don't move," he ordered and rolled off of me. I was disappointed to lose the delicious contact but I was sure he was coming back so I patiently lay there. Veed threw open his nightstand drawer and retrieved the plastic bottle that I would know anywhere.
"Astroglide!" I cried with joy. "I know what that's for!"
Veed smiled at me and cheekily said, "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Not a baseball glove, that's for sure!" and I giggled as I make the universal jerk-off motion with my hand.
"Yeah, it could be for that I guess," Veed said, "but it's really for something a lot better!"
I gave him a curious smile as he popped open the top of the bottle.
"Hold out your hand," he said, and when I did he squirted out a generous glob of the thick fluid. "Rub your hands together to warm it up."
I did and it felt like hand lotion or something only even slicker, and it didn't absorb into my hands right away like lotion. Veed got to his knees next to me, his rampant boner pointing at my face.
"Rub it on my dick," he ordered and this sounded like fun to me so I firmly but gently worked the slippery goop onto every inch of his hot cock. I especially enjoyed skinning his foreskin back and forth and twisting my palm against his exposed dickhead. It felt really nice in my hand, much like I suppose my dick had felt to him in the soap suds.
"What's the something better?" I asked, slowly and sensually working him. "Me jerking you off instead of doing it yourself?"
"Not quite," he teased. He reached back into the nightstand and pulled out a small towel, which he handed to me. "Wipe your hands," he said, which I did.
"Now bring your knees up to your chest," Veed ordered, "and hook your arms under your knees to hold your legs up."
I was cautious but curious. It wasn't until I got into that position that I realized how this opened my butthole to the world. My first thought was that he was going to finger me again except with Astroglide this time but then my brain belatedly caught up.
"Veed!" I exclaimed. "Are you gonna put— it — in me?"
"It's amazing, Fin," he said with a devilish smile. "You're gonna love it, I promise."
My face contorted into a grimace like I just ate a bad grape.
"Come on, Fin," Veed encouraged. "I swear it feels great — once you get used to it."
"What about before I get used to it?"
Well," Veed reluctantly admitted, "it kind of hurts at first, but Hawley and Ronnie let me do it and they both like it now. And afterward I'll let you do it to me. That sounds fair, doesn't it?"
"I don't know..." I muttered.
"C'mon! Have I ever steered you wrong yet?"
I mulled the question for a second. "No," I said, "but you never steered your dick up my butt either!"
Veed laughed out loud and it kind of lightened my mood a bit. It was true, Veed had not yet steered me wrong and these Arvidsson kids definitely knew how to have fun. They wouldn't do anything that didn't feel good, especially not Ronnie.
"You'll stop if it hurts too much, right?"
"Of course!" Veed said with a touch of injury in his voice. "You know I'd never hurt you on purpose, don't you Fin?"
"Never!" I was quick to say, letting my legs down and sitting up to look him straight in the eye. "Not on purpose! Veed, you're my best— "
The next word stuck in my throat. It was way too soon to say it and I didn't want to seem like some kind of a stalker.
Veed's expression eased into a happy smile. "Were you gonna say I'm your best friend?"
"Um, yeah," I admitted. "I know we've only known each other for three days but already I want you to be."
"Cool!" Veed gushed. "I like you so much, Fin! Let's be best friends starting right now!"
"Cool," I echoed, projecting all my delight right into his wide blue eyes.
He launched himself at me and knocked me again to my back, landing lightly on top of me. His mouth found mine like it was laser-guided and we wrestled our tongues with more heat than I thought possible.
Veed adjusted on top of me and I felt his stiff prod against my leg. As he wriggled against me I realized that it was sliding extra slickly with its coating of Astroglide.
"Veed," I panted an inch from his lips. "Do you still want to do that thing?"
"More than ever, Fin!" he gasped. "I want to show you every sex thing there is!"
What could be left to show me after a dick in my ass? I guess I got what he meant though.
"OK," I said. "Just go slow, all right?"
"For sure," he said with all his sincerity and rolled to the side off of me. "I swear I'll make it the best thing you ever felt!"
I still doubted it but I smiled in spite of my trepidation and pulled my legs back up to my chest, grabbing the backs of my knees. I felt absolutely wide open and vulnerable, like I was inviting pain to spear into me in the worst possible place. My heart raced but I had made my decision. I was going to do this for Veed.
For my best friend.
Veed ducked his head between my legs and slurped my dick into his mouth, unexpected pleasure rocketing up my spine and into my overloaded brain. His eyes smiled up at me as he sucked and in a moment I understood because his fingers came to my gaping butthole. I felt the cool slickness of Astroglide and I automatically relaxed and opened myself to his probing finger.
It went deep into me just like in the shower and after a few strokes that matched the rhythm of his sucking he withdrew and then returned, only this time with two fingers.
"Oh!" I gasped, but it came out softly, not an expression of pain but of welcome surprise. It felt natural, inevitable, like I should have expected it. I settled myself and forced my body even more relaxed.
After a few minutes of double-fingering they completely withdrew and I knew the time had come. Veed knee-walked up to me and fondly smiled.
"Don't fight it," he softly said, wiping the excess lube onto the towel. "Let it happen."
I nodded and tried to smile but I didn't think it was very convincing.
Veed reached down between us and aimed his steely cock. I felt the slick, spongy tip moving across my hole, searching for the correct angle. He pushed with his hips but the dick skittered off target and slid up across my balls. He tried again and then a third time until finally his dick-tip perfectly aligned and he firmly pressed forward.
I felt my butthole open and I sucked in my breath. I relaxed by sheer force of will with the very tip of Veed's cock just piercing my outer ring. My butt did its best to repel the invader but then, somehow, my sphincter spasmed open and the head of Veed's cock popped into me.
The enormity of what had just happened crashed through to my consciousness. A part of Veed's body was actually inside of me! This boy I had crushed on since the minute we met — hell even before we met, since I first saw him through my bedroom window wheeling his bike out of the moving container — this beautiful boy had the head of his magnificent, rock-hard penis inside my butthole! I had never liked anything more and suddenly I couldn't wait until the rest of that wonderful dick was all the way in!
"Oh Veed!" I cried. "Oh my God!"
"Am I hurting you?" he exclaimed in alarm.
"No!" I hissed in suppressed elation. "It's so good! Push it in, Veed. Please push it in!"
Joy and excitement flooded his lovely eyes and his grin was never wider. He firmed up his stance and grabbed my hips, pulling us together. My asshole stretched as he sank himself into me and the pain was exhilarating! I wanted it to hurt exactly this much. I wouldn't want any more pain but this was perfect.
How strange that my mind went there, but I thought of the freezing shower I took that day when I read about Swedes going from the sauna to the snow; how it shocked me and felt so foreign to what I would ever call comfort but how thrilled I was afterward and how I knew I would definitely do it again just to feel that way. Veed's dick skewering into me reminded me of that; how it had its unpleasant element but it was ultimately so wonderful that I knew I'd do it over and over again.
Veed paused his onslaught and looked into my eyes. "Still OK, Fin?"
"Yeah," I grunted. "Come on, man. Do it! All the way!"
He pulled back a little and I was disappointed to have less of him in me, but then he stopped and shoved forward with even more force. He went quite a lot deeper on this thrust and I cried out in pleasure and pain.
"Oh yes, Veed!" I moaned. "That's it. Give me your dick!"
He pushed forward again and I felt my hole widen to accept his greater thickness near the base. It didn't even hurt anymore. In fact it felt fantastic!
"Holy cow, Fin," Veed gasped, short of breath. "You're just as tight as Hawley!"
I fixed his eyes with mine. "Do you love it, Veed?" I begged. "Do you love your dick inside me?"
"Oh hell yes!" Veed cried and I felt his balls gently brush the skin over my tailbone. He was all the way in and I fucking loved it!
He paused a few seconds, his dick pulsing within me, and then he began to pump, slowly at first, then lengthening his strokes and speeding up. The faster he went the harder he thrust until he was slamming into me hard and fast. Our skin made slapping noises and I felt his loose nutsack swinging against me like a wrecking ball.
"Oh-oh shi-it Vee-eed!" I cried, my voice staccato with the impacts. I pulled my knees back as far as I could until they were next to my ears, opening myself as wide as it was possible to be. Veed leaned forward to accommodate the new angle until his face was directly above mine. We locked eyes and it was like there was some sort of tractor beam between us, pulling our souls together. Neither of us blinked as he pounded and pounded into me.
Suddenly I was aware of a different feeling inside, the same one I felt in the shower when Veed was fingering me so deeply. He was touching that same place inside me and creating that same amazing pressure inside of my dick. It built quickly until it was so intense I felt like the tip of my cock was going to blast off like a rocket. Just when I thought it couldn't get any stronger it built even more until it was almost painful.
"I'm gonna cum, Fin!" Veed cried and somehow he pumped me even harder, his pretty face turning even redder and twisting into a Devil mask of concentration. In ten more pumps he was there, slamming his cock into me in wildly erratic jabs.
I watched his cum begin but an instant later the pressure inside my dick exploded into an unexpectedly powerful orgasm that obliterated all my other senses. We both vocalized our ecstasy, my cries high and sharp and Veed's deeper and more guttural. We came and came until neither of us could give any more.
Veed's slackening cock slipped out of me and he collapsed onto my belly. I dropped my legs as we kissed and nibbled and softly moaned into each other's mouths. Out of nowhere the words "I love you Veed" welled up in my mind and I literally clamped my hands over my mouth so they wouldn't actually pass my lips. Veed liking me was the most important thing there had ever been in my life and I couldn't risk scaring him off!
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