Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2017 14:56:57 -0500 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: Steve and Dade Together Title: Steve and Dade Tell the World DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free for us only because there's people who are kind enough to donate some of their money to keep it running. If you could be as kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. I'd hate to see this place disappear. Thank you. Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org Note: This story is a continuation of an earlier story, but don't worry, I will fill you in on all the parts you missed. For the detailed version of what happened just last month, go to "Kyle's Brother Needs It" In Gay > HighSchool. My mother almost called the cops. "Mom, please DONT." I yelled, and thankfully, Steve was there to grab the cell phone. "Oh, don't you two gang up on me here. You're not gonna tell me that this is right. Now it's one thing that you are ... you know. But you are 15. I wouldn't let any child, boy or girl, gay or not, DATE A 19 YEAR OLD." Mom was right, of course. It was weird. It was almost a month ago when it happened. Yeah, my older brother Joey walked in on me - and his best friend - with our dicks in each other's mouths. It was embarrassing enough to be caught like that, but that was the least of our problems. You see, I am 15. Steve.... is almost 20. And we are in love. "Give me the phone back, young man. You're not too old to be punished either." She reached for Joey, who was quick enough to dart. She wanted to call the police. She wanted to report that her youngest 'baby' had been molested. That I was not old enough to date. That I was somehow tricked. We had to convince her otherwise. "Mom, just.. calm down." I slammed my hands on the kitchen counter. I had had enough of this. "Mom! Seriously. There is more to this than some scandal! I really need you to stop being an Mom and be.. my Mom." Uhm, I didn't understand it either, but I think she, well, actually did? She threw her hands up and walked to the fridge. Reaching above it, she pulled down a caramel bottle, and tookk a swig right from it. "Ok. I'm gonna have two more hits of this scotch, then you are going to give me as MANY reasons as possible why I shouldn't call the cops," Swig. "You have 3 minutes," Swig. "Go." Joey and I flopped to the counter and sat across from her. I was teared up and Joey held the phone tight. I told her the story. "...and see, Steve and I knew that we were right, because we already had such a good thing in the family, and there's like, no one we trust more, you know? And he wants me to be happy, and I know I am young, and things may change after high school..." I just kept rambling. I had to get it all out. I had to tell her that we found each other, and that for gay kids, it's not easy to even find other gays, let alone guys you can date or share moments with. What I wasn't going to tell her, was that I was the luckiest 15 year old in the world; that I had a sex life that even 25 year olds dream about. That I had access to the best, hardest, strongest man in the world, and that he could fuck for hours. That he would blow me until my eyes rolled back into my head. That he knew me inside and out - so well, that he can make me unload without using my hands.. that he's actually able to hold my hands tight and I cum with him just inside me. It's a fucking bliss. But I'm not going to tell her that. "...So see mom, like, if you make that call, you won't just break my heart. You won't just set me up for the worst couple years of my life - you'll also be ruining Steve's life forever. People won't recover from a child molestation thing. He'll be branded for life," I breathed and continued. "And it was my fault, not his." She blinked, like the words I said made sense until that very moment. "How is this your fault." I looked at Joey, who had backed off to the wall. No help from him on this one. "Yeah, well, ok. So, last month, I made a plan to see if I was really, you know.. gay. So I tricked Kyle into letting me stay at his house, so that I could, you know, put some moves on Steve." As I continued to tell this part of the story, my mother's mouth was slowly opening into the 'omg' look. "...And before he really had time to figure things out, I was kind of.. on top of him, a bit? Like, nothing pornographic, but there was some - " "Stop. Don't want to know this part." Mom's had was in the air, in standard mom power. The house got completely silent. Swig. Bloop. The bottle was much lower than it had started. I was sent to my room. No phone. No iPad. Mom had to think. I booted up the laptop I hadn't used in years, and went to Facebook. I had to tell Steve what was happening. You see, all of this started because Steve has been staying over more and more. Usually he would have crashed in the main room with Joey - but these last few times, he's been sleeping in my room. With me. We agreed that there would be no sex when family was home, so it was innocent enough; well, I mean, as innocent as it can be to have your mother wake you up from breakfast and find a 19 year old spooning your youngest child. Steve was ejected from the house, Joey was called to action to get him out, and I went to full-blown defense mode. But now, I was grounded. Joey, the 'adult' son, was still in with Mom, and that gave me time to shoot Steve a message. I'm sure he was a mess. 'Steve: Mom went crazy, but she's gettng better. I have high hopes, she may figure this out. Keep quiet to your parents though, don't need to go through this twice.' I heard the stomp from the stairs and closed the laptop quickly. Mom walked in. "Dating, is allowed. But, you are 15. I dont care how old Steve is. You are 15. That means 1030 curfew. That means no closed doors when he's here. That means no - ugh - no inter-course." Swig. "Seriously Dade, if I even SUSPECT he is - or you are- Look. If you don't keep it in your pants, this is over and you'll be grounded until you are 18." With that, she walked out, and called behind her, "And no phone for a week." Joey, standing in the archway, sighed. Did it.. just work out? "Joey," she yelled up the stairs "You're grounded too. 3 days. Don't you ever hide something like this from me again!" Longest week ever. My right hand was literally falling off from the amount of jerking off I did. I mean, what else could I do? I couldn't text or call Steve, and mom was still holding my devices hostage. I am very thankful to this laptop and the saved porn I had on it. My favorite is this clip of a 22 year old pool boy. He starts to clean this pool, and sees a wife get in her car. She flirts with him, and he is like, 'bye Mrs. Martin.' - and then, when she drives away, the husband comes out. He's just in a towel, and looks like a model. Maybe 30; has good tone, and a perfect tan. Muscles in all the right places. He looks at the pool boy, who has moved on to the whirlpool. Without any regret, the husband drops his towel to rinse in the outdoor shower. You can see water sliding off his abs, turning to show his perfect ass. You can't see his package yet, but you know it's getting hard. The pool boy has frozen in place, and his hand absently reaches for his hardening junk. The husband turns to face the pool boy, and their eyes meet. He smirks and jumps into the pool. I always fast forward a bit, because at one point, the pool boy has to hand him a towel, and the husband pulls him in. They kiss, and before you know it, the husband has the pool boy on all fours in the shower, and with no evidence of lube or condoms, he's balls deep in his ass. The pool boy is jerking off what looks like a 7"cock, and the husband is close to unloading. By this point, my hand is FLYING up and down on my dick, knowing that that hot load is going to be buried deep into the pool boy. I gasp as I feel my own balls churn, and 1, 2, 3, squirts of cum shoot out of my dick. I needed it, and I can't breathe as it's happening. I calm down and close the laptop, my thoughts going back to when Steve and I first shared our loads. I fell asleep pretty fast, but boy did I have a great dream. -- Up to this point, Dade has been telling the story, and he's a great writer. But now, I think it's time you heard it from me. Guys, I am Steve. I am 19. I love this fucking man so much. He makes me feel so much. But You know all that. I mean, I am certain you can tell that the love we have isn't going away anytime soon. What I really wanna tell you about? Our first times. Yes, we actually both lost our V to each other. And I have to tell you; it wasn't what I expected. I'm guessing you won't believe it either. You see, when I talk about Dade and me, most people think that I am the 'man'. That I am the 'big spoon'. Now, that's true once in a while, but I will admit - there's no shame in experiencing things the other way. It's a great way to learn about ourselves, and what we each like. It all happened about a week before Dade got 'outed' by his mom and grounded. It was fantastic. Dade, Joey, Kyle and I had decided to take the camper up for a weekend by this lake we know. My parents let me drive the truck, so it was no big deal. We brought some cooking supplies, normal grill foods, and some towels. We had a first said kit, and some energy drinks. That night, we sat around the fire, and for a while, we didn't know if we could touch. Like, Kyle was still weird about his brother dating his best friend, and I didn't want to make it awkward for him. Once things wound down, we decided to call it a night. "Why don't the two love birds take the tent. I dont want to hear what may go on between you two." It was meant to be funny, but Kyle's words came out a bit strong. He laughed, then I laughed. He was trying. Dade and I made our way to the tent, which we had setup on the lake side. It was cool over there, which made it so much better to cuddle up to him. You have to understand something: I've never felt love for another guy before, so this is pretty new to me. Also, I've never had, well, free access to a boyfriend before. So, a chance like this? To be alone? I'm gonna take advantage. We got naked in less than a mintute. A couple minutes later, we were in a 69 position. Dade gets hard really fast, and his dick points up a little - this makes a 69 the best option to suck him in deep. His tight hips have made a habit of thrusting in my mouth when we do this, and I love giving him the control to gag me as he gets in deep. but tonight, he was being gentle. Thoughtful. Very slow about it. He took my own cock into his mouth, and since he was on top, he had full control. I felt him slide down my throat and hold it there; while I was engulfing his dick, he did something I've never felt before. His finger was wet, and it was circling my hole. I blinked and started to cough a bit, and he pulled off me. Did he... was he trying to finger me? We turned a bit so that we were on our sides, and I took the moment to speak. "Dade, uhm..." He didn't let me finish. "Yeah, I think it's time. Can we try it?" We had talked about fucking, and I wanted it. Bad. So i nodded. But this was different. I had assumed I would be on top of him. Before I knew it, I was on my stomach. He had slid down behind me, and I could feel his hand.. his hands, rubbing my ass. I jumped. He licked me! I turned to look, and my 15 year old boyfriend was face deep in my ass, licking at my hole. My head slammed to the ground and my body shivered. Like a pro, this boy was tonguing me, rimming my edge, and I couldn't believe the senstaions. He lifted up to ask if he was doing it right - but all i could do was push him back to my hole. He was doing it PERFECT. I felt him pull away, and his hips arched up a bit. He was lining his dick up to my crack, and I felt him lower onto my back. His chest touched my spine, and I felt a slippery wet hard dick between my cheeks. I shot up and pulled forward. He was gonna fuck me. "Steve? I thought you wanted..." Dade stammered. He was confused. "Dade, I do. But we need lube, sexy. I've never done this, and I don't know if I can without some help." Naked and excited, I snuck out of the tent. In the provisions, I knew we had to have something. Looking around, I saw the dim light from the trailer. Our brothers were still awake. I'll have to remember to be a bit more quiet. Jack Pot. In a small jar next to the band-aids. Vaseline. I scooted back to the tent, and tossed the jar to my boyfriend. He was sitting indian-style, his hard 5.5" cock pointed up at me. I stood in front of him, and he took me into his mouth. He was not as good as taking my 7" cock all the way, but it didn't matter. He was good at what he did. I felt him swirl his mouth on my cut cock, and i could tell my precum was oozing out. His own hand had moved to his cock, and he had popped open the jar. It was pretty gross, this vasaline. I wondered it it was going to work. Dade was working it in to his cock, and as he stroked, it seemed to get slicker. Maybe it needed to be warm? His mouth was getting me close, and he didn't make effort to stop, so I had to pull away. Kneeling down, I took his lips to mine, and we kissed. His hand, slick with lube, reached back and touched me. I felt him spread some of the sticky gel-like stuff on my hole, and I gasped as his finger slid in. There was no warning, no way I could have prepared. It hurt, but at the same time, I knew it would. When he had the first knucle in, I stopped him. I twisted around, getting on all fours, then sliding down. I was a bit taller than him, so I knew he'd need me to be low. Guys, I have to tell you. I think I blacked out. Dade put his cock between my cheeks again, and the goey slickness felt amazing. His finger found my hole, and I felt him lift up to guide his own hard dick. I felt a push, then a pop, then.. nothing. I was out. "Steve, you feel ok? Do you like it?" I felt this strong thing figure behind me, his legs bucking and his dick fully in my hole. He didn't move much, but I could feel 3-4 inches of him sliding back and forth. I immediately lost the idea of pain, and went into full extasy. Without thinking, I grunted and pushed back. Thisa made him slide in all the way, and I couldn't stop. "Dade, make that cock cum inside me." I commanded. I'd never once gotten so primal, but this was it. I wanted his 15 year old seed in me. No, I needed it. Had. To. Have. It. He didn't need the encouragement. In what I can only describe as a 'breath', he was pushing his hands at my hips. His dick slammed into me three more times, and his vocal chords resounded a sqeak I've only heard once before- the time he blew his load deep in my throat. He came, pumping squirt after squirt. I couldn't move, as he was fully on top of me, but I didn't care. My own cock, straining on the ground, was not accessible. I don't know if I was even close to cumming, but it didn't matter. This level of orgasm was something new, and amazing. He pulled out and off me pretty fast, and that caused me to catch my breathe. I think he heard it, because he turned to kiss me immediately. Dade had cum indie me. I was now a part of him. His DNA was now inside me. He flopped down, and started to chuckle. His dick, covered in lube and cum, caught a bit of the light and actually glistened. He laid back, worn out. "Gimmie 15 minutes, and it's your turn." He said. I laughed, and flipped on to my back. "Dade, when you're ready, I want you to ride me. I want to do it like the porn of that guy who had to fuck his roommate for rent money. I want to see you slide up and down my 7", and I want to feel it in you all the way." Dade blinked. "Wow, you get pretty dirty, Steve, don't you." "I want you, baby. I want you deep." I retorted. There was no waiting. Dade bolted up, and found the lube. I told him to relax, that I could wait... but he had nothing of it. With a confidence I've never had, he straddled me. I felt the tip of my dick at his hole, and then it happened. He pushed hard, and half of my dick slammed into him. I could feel the tightness of his rings, and it blew me away. I had to grab onto the sleeping bag and yank hard to stop myself from cumming right there. I looked into Dade's eyes, and I saw it. Panic. Pain. He was unable to scream. He had no breath. I snapped out of my euphoria and gabbed his arms. He didn't move. And I realized what happened. A single tear came down from his eye, and I pleaded with him. "Pull off me, Dade. God - Oh God, please. Don't be hurt!" He shook his head. Then he flipped his hair back. I saw this little man - my love - grit his teeth, and slide the rest of the way down my cock. "Fuck me." Through grit lock teeth, my man commanded it. When I didn't move, he lifted up. I felt several inches of this hot, tight, wet tunnel pull from my cock. It was amazing, how warm and tight he was. Then, he slid back down. "Fuck." He continued. "Me." I looked at him once more; I needed an OK. He leaned down, kissing me. "I'm good. Do it." So I did. My hands grabbed his hips, and I lifted my boy up and down. He seemed to weigh nothing as I pounded him down two, three, four more times. But I was 19. The feelings, so strong, couldn't last. I felt my balls tighten, I felt my body tense. With no further ability to resist, I unloaded into my boyfriend's tight hole. He pushed down hard against me, and I could feel my veins pulse load after load into him. He didn't try to pull away; in fact, he arched back and I could see his own cock hard again. I reached for him, to touch his aching dick, but he pushed me away. "No, this is your orgasm. I'll get mine from you next time." he smiled. When he pulled off, we saw that he was bleeding a little. My dick, much bigger than he was able to handle at first, was also spotted with blood. He promised me that he was ok, and that a little TLC will be fine. We walked to the lake, moonlight only, two naked boys, and waded out to the middle. This pond was only 5-6feet deep, and never had any real fish in it. It felt good on my sweaty body, and Dade told me that his 'fire' down below was soothed by the cool air and crisp water. We slept for hours into the morning, and only when we heard the sizzle and smell of the bacon on the fire, did we even try to move. It was the best time of my life. I wanted to explain this, because I know Dade would have a very different story around this. In his version of the story, he was clearly a strong, powerful top who made me walk funny for days, and took my cock like it was a pinch on the cheek. Don't let him fool you. He still has trouble taking my dick. He's just learned to accept it. And I like that he goes slower. I get to feel more. Plus, he loves to top, and his cock gets bigger every year... so ... Bonus for me. When I took over the story, Dade was grounded, and we weren't sure how or if we'd get to see each other again. Hell, I thought I would be in jail! But that didn't happen. In fact, something even worse happened, and for a while, I was very worried. You see, three days after all this crap, there was a car accident. Dade, and his Mom were in the car. Dade had 4 months of hospital time, having broken bones and such. His mom, didn't make it. There was a long time of grieving, and confusion as to what would happen to the family. Joey was old enough to be on his own, but Dade was still only 16. There was no one left, so the State interviened. He was taken to a neighboring town, and I wasn't allowed to see him. To this day I still don't know why they wouldn't let me see him. Only his brother was allowed in. It wasn't until almost a year, short of text, letters, and emails, that I actually got to see my love again. We had sexted more times than I could count, and we had made promises about being together. I wanted him more than ever - but I had to wait until he was 17 and a half. It was only then that he could file to be emancipated. Which he did. When we finally could meet again, I had established a life. I was working at a local bar, 3rd shift. I had an apartment above a diner in town, and I invited him to live with me. I'm not going to say it was easy. LIfe for him was pretty upside-down, and that caused us to have issues. He was isolated. He didn't like me to touch him. It took months before we could get back to sex; but I will tell you, once you got him back on the horse... watch out. I'm 24 now. At least twice a week, I wake up to a now fully grown 8" dick sliding at my hole. He likes to wake me up by sliding inside me. Ever since that first time, when I passed out. He knows that my body will get used to it much faster when I'm sleeping, and he's good at what he does. I fuck him too; don't get me wrong. But things are different now. He likes me to fuck him on his back. I get his legs over my shoulders, and he guides me in. From there, I will pump him deep until he asks me to kiss him. I know when he asks for that, he's ready to cum.. without ever touching his dick, my cock on his prostate and my kisses on his lips makes a mess. Every. Time. Dade will tell you that I'm not that good... but he knows what I like. He knows what I want. He knows, Kyle's brother needs it.