Big thanks to my best friend Loek for his feedback and support, as well as helping me make some important choices. Loek wrote my favorite young friends story of 2022, so be sure to check it out if you haven't already - It's all Fun and Games. Also, please bully him into writing the final chapter because he still owes us.
That being said, I hope you enjoy this little sappy story. It contains explicit depiction of a sexual intercourse between 14-15yo boys, so please don't read it if it's illegal or offends you.
"Tommy, remember Aunt Rose and Uncle Jerry?" Mom says, with that official tone she always uses for family stuff.
"Hello," I reply, shaking their hands, which they extend as far as possible, seemingly eager to minimize physical contact. It doesn't bother me. To me, they're basically strangers. We exchange fake smiles while avoiding eye contact. Not that I care much. They are here to discuss the funeral arrangements and inheritance and then I won't see them again until there's a next death in the family.
Then Josh comes out from behind them. I haven't seen him since I was like nine. So if I'm fourteen, he must be fifteen. He used to be this scrawny little kid, but now, he's like a surfer model or something. I can't help but feel a bit jealous of his awesome blond hair, those high cheekbones, and those bright blue eyes. Totally the kind of guy who would be popular at my school. And probably bully me, too.
"Hi, little cous," he says with this annoying smirk.
"Hey," I reply, shaking his hand. He's got this strong grip that makes me look him in the eye. He looks so sure of himself. I quickly look away, kind of annoyed at myself for doing so.
There's an awkward silence. Honestly, I bet no one really wants to be here. I think I'm the only one actually sad about Grandpa. The parents just keep complaining about legal stuff and having to talk to relatives they barely remember.
"Tommy, why don't you show Joshua around while we're out? We'll call you for dinner," Mom says.
"Yeah, sure, Mom," I answer, trying not to show my annoyance. I'm really not up for playing tour guide or making small talk. Six whole hours of this, I think, checking my phone. If only I could fast-forward to when they leave and I can just chill in my room alone.
"And stay off your phones," Dad adds. "Be a good host, Tommy, alright?"
"Yes, Dad."
I kind of stand there, hoping they might change their minds or something, but no luck. They're off to see the lawyer, and it's just me and Josh.
We're just standing there on the driveway, and he's on his phone. Maybe we can just kill time on our phones and not talk much. I gotta make sure he's not a snitch. I've been grounded for less before. I give him a quick side glance, already dreading the next few hours. Guys like him, all tall and confident, they just freak me out. He's only said like one word, but I feel like I already get the type of guy he's become. He'll probably think I'm weird because I don't talk about sports, cars, or girls. What am I gonna say? Brag about the new Green Day song I learned on bass? Tell him I used to crush on Taylor Swift when I was seven?
But then he puts away his phone. "Sorry, had to text a friend. So, what do we do? Been a long time, little cous," he says, running a hand through his hair and actually smiling at me.
I tense up. His voice is deeper than I remembered, and it just throws me off. Any minute now, he's gonna figure out how awkward I am.
"Uh, well, there's not much to do around here..." I say, scratching the back of my head and avoiding his eyes.
"You can show me your room," he hints helpfully and I think of Cocteau Twins posters over my bed and mangas on my bookshelves.
"Uh, yeah, maybe later. Really nothing to look at, it's just a room. How about... do you like frisbee?"
"Yes sir, I do like frisbee," he says almost too eagerly. I'm happy I found something he liked but he's not supposed to like it too much. I'm not exactly good at throwing frisbee... or at any other sport, for that matter.
I grab the frisbee from the garage and we start tossing it around. It's a sunny, windless day, but instead of enjoying it, I can't stop thinking about what else we're gonna do. Josh's fit body and perfect face are distracting. Unlike Aunt Rose, I don't think I share a single piece of DNA with him. My small nose, soft features and short dark hair make me look even younger than I really am.
"So, got anything else going on around here?" Josh asks, throwing the frisbee in a perfectly, steady line. "Like, do you have any friends nearby? Girls?"
Fantastic. Way to trigger all my fears in a single sentence.
"Well," I start, pretending to think. "To be honest, I've kinda been keeping to myself since Grandpa..."
"Yeah, I get it," he cuts in. He catches the frisbee and walks closer, so we don't have to yell. "I'm up for anything. I'm on the swim team, and I play a bit of baseball and basketball too."
Of course he is and of course he does. And now he's expecting me to list all the teams I'm on and show off my trophies which are, well, non-existent.
"I do play in a band," I say. "It's just me and two friends, nothing special."
"A band? That's cool. What music do you play?"
"Uh, this and that, you wouldn't like it. I also ride my bike sometimes."
He grins. "I still want to hear about that band," and steps even closer. I force myself to meet his eyes. "Can I hear you play sometime?"
"Play what?" I ask stupidly.
"Why, this grand piano behind your back," he says matter-of-factly.
And yeah, I actually turn to check. Classic.
That's when he lunges, grabbing me around the waist and flipping me over his shoulder. I hit the ground with an 'oomph'. Before I can even figure out which way is up, he's on top of me, grinning down.
"Fight back, Tommy, or I'll make you play and sing for me all day!"
I'm panicking. I wasn't ready to be this close to him. I can't take looking at his big blue eyes and his even, white teeth. I try to fight and he lets me go. He crouches, waiting for me to attack. And I want to wrestle him, I really do. I want to show him that I'm fun to be around and I'm just like other boys. But I can't. And as an invisible hand squeezes my throat, I know the disaster is just around the corner.
"I... I forgot something in my room." My voice is shaking. Josh gives me a puzzled look, but I don't wait for him to ask questions. I turn around and force myself to walk. Only when I'm inside the house, I let myself run upstairs. I lock myself in my room, jump on the bed, and cry into my pillow. What's going on with me? And goddamn Josh. Can't he see what he's doing to me?
I jump when there's a knock on my door.
"Tommy, you alright?"
"Y-yes. I'll be right up... I need to..."
"It's alright, take your time!" he yells and I hear his footsteps on the stairs.
After a while, I calm down and check my phone -- it's been fifteen minutes. I stand up and look in the mirror. So pathetic. I figure I should just hide out here until my parents get back. But if Josh tells them what I pulled off... I'll be done for.
I take a few minutes to compose myself, then head back downstairs, telling myself it can't get any more awkward. So what if he thinks I'm a loser? Just a few more hours, and then he's out of my life.
But Josh isn't on the driveway. I search around the house, calling his name, my voice cracking embarrassingly. Nothing. I had one job and I failed at it. I mean, I'm not blaming Josh. I'd be out of here too if I was him. I sit down on a porch and silently practice the speech for my parents so they don't ground me for too long.
And just when I come up with a convincing story, he shows up. He walks down the street, chewing gum and carrying a shopping bag. He grins when he sees me, looking very proud.
"Thank god you're here, I got way too many snacks. I always feel like I'm not getting enough and I end up buying too much."
I stand up and start, "Hey, I'm sorry I..."
"But I'm better than my friend Steve. He always gets the weirdest snacks for movie nights. Like, last time he brought walnuts, mentos, and cupcakes. Fricking cupcakes, dude. Can you beat that? What's your favorite snack?"
I hesitate. What are we talking about?
"I don't really eat snacks," I shrug.
"Do you think we can have a movie night?" he asks. "That would be so cool."
"Movie night? But you're leaving after dinner, right?"
"I don't think so," he shakes his head. "My mom called. There are some more formalities and we're staying until tomorrow. So what do you say, movie night?"
"Sure, but don't make me pick. I always pick something boring."
"It's fine, we'll pick together. Hey, I also saw bicycles in the garage. Which one is yours?"
"Both are mine. One of them is broken."
"Broken? How?"
"Well, maybe not literally broken. I think the tires are flat and the saddle keeps falling down when you sit on it."
He perks up. "Sounds like an easy fix. Let's take a look. If we can get it working, we could go somewhere. I bet there's a nice place to go, right?"
Crap. I should've told him the bike is beyond repair, now he's getting strange ideas. I reluctantly lead him back to the garage. Josh spends a moment examining my old bicycle.
"Yep, dude. The bike will be fine. The chain's a bit rusty but it should hold. Later, we'll give it a coca-cola bath, and it'll be good as new."
"Coca-cola?" I ask. Is he trolling me now to make me look like a fool?
"Crazy right? But it works. And guess who taught me that."
"Grandpa..."
"Bingo. Learned all the useful stuff from him," Josh says. Still busy with the tire.
I just watch him, kind of lost in thought. "Weird we've never hung out, considering we're family and all," I finally say.
He stops pumping for a second and looks at me. "You'd get why if you knew my folks better," he says, going back to the bike. "Sometimes I swear my dad's from another planet."
I can relate. I can't help but think the same about my mom. She's great and all, but she's nothing like Grandpa was.
"There we go," Josh announces, stepping back from the bike. "Not exactly new, but it'll get us around."
"You sure? It's really old, you know," I point out.
"It'll hold up. And don't worry, I'll ride it. But you lead the way. Are there any cool places to go to?"
I hesitate. Not because I don't know where to go. I'm just not sure if I want to take him there.
He nudges me. "Well?"
"Yes, I might know a place or two."
In just ten minutes, we hit the country road, a serpentine trail weaving through fields, pastures, and dense forests. Initially, the road is a smooth surface, but it soon turns into a series of undulating hills. The rhythm of ascending and descending is familiar, so I barely break a sweat. Hearing Josh breathing hard behind me is strangely satisfying.
As the terrain levels out, Josh finally manages to pull alongside me. He's red on his face, dark patches of sweat marking his shirt beneath his arms.
"You have good stamina," he says with a note of respect in his voice.
"Thanks. We're almost there."
We turn into a barely visible path. It snakes around the trees and seems more and more overgrown with each year. We climb for a bit and then the trees thin out as we reach the top of the hill. Finally, we arrive at a lush patch of fluffy grass and a simple stone fireplace - Just a few steps away, the ground falls away to reveal a view over a lake surrounded by a forest of tall pines.
"Whoa!" Josh's eyes light up as he dumps his bike on the grass. "This place is awesome! Can we go down to the lake?"
"I usually just hang out up here," I reply, glancing at the tranquil waters below.
"Why? There's gotta be a way down, right?"
"Yeah, but it's a pain in the ass to get back up on the bikes."
Josh thinks about it for a second "Then we can leave the bikes here and walk. But let's sit down for a while. I love the view."
We settle down at the cliff's edge, and I pull out a bag of chips. I feel a little more comfortable sitting next to him, maybe just a bit embarrassed by my earlier breakdown. He didn't really do anything wrong. It's nice of him to take it cool, but I bet he made his mind about me. I'm about to explain myself and apologize, but Josh starts talking first.
"I remember how he used to take me mountain hiking," he says, smiling at a memory. "It was just two years ago. He was already pretty old, but I struggled to keep up with him. My folks just hung back at the camp."
"He took me on hikes too," I say, a strange feeling washing over me. "Almost every summer."
"He was really something, right? Some of the best moments of my life were with him."
I look at him intently to make sure he's serious. "I thought I was the only one who missed him so much."
"Nah, little cous," he says, grabbing some chips. "I think about him when I wake up and when I go to sleep."
"Me too..." I whisper. We sit in silence for a minute, the wind humming softly in the trees.
"Once we went kayaking down a rapid river," Josh begins, a distant look in his eyes. "My dad freaked out when he saw it, totally forbade us from going. But Grandpa and I snuck out early next morning and did it anyway. You should've seen my parents' faces when we told them."
"Once," I say and smile as the memories come back to me. "He took me to an arcade to play these weird old games. A small crowd watched him smash a record after a record. He told me he used to play a lot back when these things were popular. And he was already, like 45!"
Josh takes over. "Or that time we got caught in a summer storm while hiking. I was so scared, but he just stood there, arms wide open, laughing in the rain."
"He was the only person I told about..." I start but then fear overcomes me.
"About what?" he asks, giving me a side look.
Damn it... it almost slipped out. I quickly backtrack. "Uh... nothing. Forget it. But once, he took me to an old amusement park he used to take my parents to. Turned out it had been closed for years. We sneaked in and explored for hours."
"I really miss him."
"Me too."
"Tommy," Josh's voice cracks, drawing my attention. I see a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Why are you crying?" I ask, fighting my own tears.
He swallows hard. "It's okay to cry, you know? I miss him so much. But we've got these amazing memories. He's still with us, as long as we remember."
This is too much for me. I throw my arms around him, and we both let the tears flow. He hugs me back and for a few minutes, we sob quietly. Somehow I feel sad and happy at the same time, like a great burden has fallen off my chest.
I finally let him go and wipe my eyes. "I don't know what's going on with me."
"Nothing wrong, dude. I needed it too," he says.
For a long while, we just stare in the distance in silence. I'm smiling like a maniac. If this is what going through puberty feels like, then it's nothing as advertised.
"So, what was this thing that you told him?" he asks out of nowhere. "Promise I won't judge, whatever it is."
"Nothing important," I swear, feeling like a cornered rat.
"Then why are you sweating so much?"
"Just tired, and it's hot. Hey, let's head down to the lake. Come on."
I stand up quickly, trying to hide my blushing face, and head towards the lake. Josh follows close behind. I lead him to a secluded path leading down to the lake. It's wild and untouched, far from family and tourist spots.
"Is it okay to swim here?" Josh asks, emerging from the tall grass.
"As far as I know," I shrug.
Josh wastes no time. He drops his backpack, peels off his shirt, and then his shorts, standing in his tight white boxers. I try not to stare, but it's hard. He looks amazing. His lean, toned body glistens in the sunlight, and before I can fully process it, he's diving into the water with a splash.
"Coming?" He calls out, flashing a big smile, his wet hair sticking to his face.
I hesitate, feeling self-conscious about my skinny body, but decide to join him anyway. Stripping down to my underwear, I quickly dip into the water, grateful for the cover it provides.
"This place is incredible," Josh says, swimming around with ease. "If I had this near my house, I'd never leave." He swallows some of the water and spits it out in a jet, then laughs like a little kid. If he doesn't have the most beautiful smiling face I've ever seen, then I don't know who does.
"It gets old fast, especially if you don't have anyone to come here with," I say and regret it right away. Why do I have to present myself as a loser whenever I open my mouth?
"It's not the same alone," I admit, instantly regretting sounding so down.
"So, you want me to come more often?" He swims closer, a playful spark in his eyes. "I accept the invitation. I just need to convince my parents."
He's really close now, and I don't know what to say. Suddenly, I want to beg him to come over every weekend, but I know that whatever will come out of my mouth will sound desperate.
Before I can say anything, Josh splashes water at me and darts away. "You're it!" He shouts, swimming off.
I chase after him, laughing despite the water stinging my nostrils. He's too fast, but eventually lets me catch him.
"You're it!" I tag him back and swim away.
He catches up quickly, then suddenly dives. I panic, fearing he might pull me under, but he resurfaces far away.
"Come and get me!" He yells at me and makes a silly face.
"Don't go that far! It gets really deep out there!" I shout back with genuine concern.
"So what? I can swim across this little puddle on a single breath!"
Yeah, maybe in a submarine, I think to myself. "I'm serious! If you start drowning, I won't know what to do!"
"Just come and get me, slowpoke! If you don't, I'll tell everyone that you... shit!"
"Josh!"
I watch as his expression changes to panic. "Cramp... can't move!"
For a few seconds, I just stare as he struggles to stay on the surface, frantically splashing with his arms. If only Grandpa was here. He would know what to do. I shake out of it and swim to him as fast as I can. Josh takes quick breaths whenever his mouth is above the water, and then disappears again in a splash.
When I finally reach him, I hold him up, both of us struggling to stay afloat. After a tense moment, we stabilize, panting heavily.
"Tommy..." Josh whispers, looking exhausted. I give him a questioning look. Then he suddenly boops my nose with his finger. "Got you!"
I blink in disbelief and look at him for a few seconds before it comes down on me. I want to scream but I can't spit a single word. I'm fuming. I'm so mad I'm surprised the water isn't boiling around me.
"You..."
"Hey, I'm sorry..." he starts but I push him away and swim back to shore, feeling betrayed and angry. Once on land, I try to calm down, not wanting to lose my temper again. I lay down on the grass, my briefs heavy with water. I close my eyes and focus on breathing. Can't have three outbreaks in a single day, no matter how deserved. I hear him come out of the water, and just a moment later, he casts a shadow on my face.
"Hey... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he says and kneels down next to me.
I don't have anything to say to him, so I just ignore him. How could he trigger me like that after all I've been through?
"Tommy... come on," he says.
I hear him readjust and a drop of water falls on my cheek. I open my eyes and he's hovering right above me. Too close. Too hot. His full chest moves as he breathes through his mouth. All I can do is look away. I want to get out of here. No, I want to stay like that forever. It's excruciating.
"I know it was stupid, but you must admit it was funny. Grandpa would laugh his lungs out."
"Don't bring him up now," I say dead seriously.
"Yeah, sorry. But you know it's true."
I give Josh the best look of disappointment I can produce. Trying not to think that he's half-naked and crouching on top of me. Trying to ignore his tanned skin and wet, nicely filled boxers.
"Now I remember why I never liked you," I say
That really got him. He looks offended. "What?"
"That's what you heard. I hate you. Always have."
Now it's his turn to go silent. He didn't expect it. I bet he's used to being surrounded by admirers and yes-men.
I use his confused moment to bring my index finger forward and boop his nose. "Got you!"
"Oh you little!" he screams and pinches both my cheeks making me squirm. I try to fight back but he sits on top of me so I can't get myself free. After a minute, he finally lets me go. "Why are you so cute?" he asks.
It catches me off guard and a big smile starts creeping onto my face. I try to fight it but it only makes me look really stupid, so I just look away again, knowing that my blush is betraying me anyway.
"Oooh, someone likes getting compliments! Look, I got another one. I like your cute little nose, and your even hairline."
He brushes my hair but I slap his hand away and harmlessly punch him in the chest.
"Stop it, this is..."
"What?"
"This is weird!"
"But you like when I'm being weird, don't you?"
"In your dreams."
"You're so cheeky, little cous," he says, softly now.
"And you're so full of yourself," I say even softer. But another part of me gets harder.
"Maybe I am."
Slowly, he moves closer, his lips slightly parted. My heart beats fast. There's nowhere to escape. I don't know if I even want to escape. But just when his lips are about to touch mine, I place my palm between us and he ends up kissing my hand.
"Alright, fine!" he grunts and gets off me. He lays on the grass next to me, pouting with his arms crossed. Seeing him like this makes me snort. "Haha, very funny," he comments.
I just lay there, letting the sun dry my skin and my heart rate go back to normal. Josh breathes evenly, covering his eyes from the sun with his right hand.
After a moment of hesitation, I roll over and cuddle him from the side. I place my head on his shoulder and for the first time, feel the heat of his body transferring to mine.
"Hello there," he says and rubs my hair. "What brings you here?"
I don't answer. I place my hand on his stomach. Then I make a little circle and see him inhale as his thin body hair gets covered in goosebumps. "I don't actually hate you, Josh. You're cool."
"Do I sense a `but' incoming?"
"But... you're such a speed racer."
We both laugh and we cuddle even closer. I can't believe this is happening. But it's actually nice. I realize I don't know what time it is. And I don't care. I'm no longer looking forward to the day ending. I want to enjoy it while it lasts. For the first time in a long time, I feel safe and relaxed. I don't miss my long days spent in my room. Josh lazily plays with my hair and I can finally take a closer look at his bulge trapped beneath his cotton prison. I can clearly see a thick shaft pointing to the left. It's not huge but certainly bigger than mine. A part of me wants to touch it. He probably wouldn't mind. But a stronger voice tells me to wait. I exhale deeply and melt into the comfort of his skin under my cheek.
The warm sunlight shifts, waking me up. I must have napped. I feel Josh's chest move with every breath under my head. I stretch and sit up to look at him. He's awake, biting a grass blade and with a lazy look on his face.
"Slept well?"
"Actually yes. You make a decent pillow."
He raises his eyebrows. "Just decent?"
"Actually indecent. My pillow at home doesn't try to kiss me. And it's way softer."
"Is that a challenge?" he replies, his eyes sparkling.
"Maybe. You think you can outdo a pillow?"
He stares at me for a long time but this time I hold his stare. I unintentionally bite my lip, and feel his hand on the back of my head. "How about a small test?"
"I don't know..."
"Come on, just a little peck," he says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I like you. Come on, who needs a reason for that. Just a small one, I promise."
I think about it for a second, then lean in. I want him as much as he does, but it wouldn't be fun without making him earn it.
The electricity runs through my body when we kiss. Our lips move slightly and his taste makes my head spin. My dick goes hard and I know it shows. With the greatest effort, I pull back and let myself breathe again.
"Here. Happy?" I ask.
"Not quite," he says, but his dreamy eyes betray his real feelings.
I lean in again and this time he pulls me on top of him. We both moan when our lips press together. I feel a hard shape under my thigh. Our hands explore each other for the first time. It feels so wrong and right at the same time to touch him like this. Damn. Kissing is something else. Warmth fills my entire body as we wrestle and taste each other. His lips are so full and soft, but firm. I never imagined it would feel this great. Suddenly, I feel his tongue pressing against my lips. I think I want to let him in. And just then, my phone rings inside the pocket of my pants, discarded a few feet away.
"Ugh," I grunt as I rise to my knees, my body still tingling. Josh smiles weakly, unhappy about the interruption. I can't blame him. But this could be important. I crawl to grab the phone, accidentally giving Josh a good view of my rear. It's Mom.
"Hello?" I ask, realizing my voice is still raspy.
"Tommy? We're back home. Where are you?"
"I'm on a bike trip with Josh."
"A bike trip?"
"Yes, we fixed my old bike, and we're just chilling."
"Is everything alright?" she asks, sudden worry in her voice.
"Of course, everything is alright," I say, glancing at Josh who's giving me a knowing smirk. "Why?"
I hear her breathing on the other end for a few seconds before she speaks again. "Dinner is at six. Try not to be late, okay?"
"Sure, Mom. We won't be long. Everything is fine."
"Good," she says, but there's still a note of worry in her voice. After a few seconds, she adds, "I love you."
"Love you too, Mom," I say and hang up. "Jeez."
"Does she miss her little boy already?" Josh teases after I hang up.
"Yes. Also, she's acting weird for some reason."
"Some reason. A nice way to put it," he chuckles.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how moms have this sixth sense, right?"
"Bullshit," I retort, putting my phone back in my backpack.
"It's not. I'm telling you. She might not know what's going on, but I bet she senses something's off."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right."
"Anyway," he says, coming closer. "Where were we?"
"Well... I think I need to cool down for a bit. You're it!" I tap his arm and rush into the water.
We horse around, splash, and swim. For a while, everything feels like we're just friends -- or cousins -- having fun in the lake. We find a big rock, and after testing the water around it, we jump and dive. My lungs hurt from laughing and screaming. This day is unfolding in a way I absolutely didn't expect.
Later, we lie on the grass again, facing each other and talking like best friends reconnecting after years apart.
"There's this girl in my class who's desperate to be my girlfriend. She's, like, the prettiest girl at school, so everyone expects us to be together."
"Are you saying this to make me jealous?" I squint.
"No. I just wish she would get the hint and go after someone else."
"Wow, poor Mr. Popular. Girls just won't leave him alone."
He looks at me, slightly frustrated. "Are you trying to say my problems aren't real?"
"No," I reply, more seriously, "but you could easily solve them if you came out."
"Dude, I only just turned fifteen."
"So what?"
He sighs, looking down. "Isn't it too early? Also, I want to come out when I want to, not when I'm forced out."
"I guess that makes sense," I nod slowly.
"How did you come out, anyway?" he perks up.
"Well..."
Josh smirks. "Let me guess, you're neck-deep in the closet, just like me."
"Maybe," I admit with a half-smile. "But I don't complain about it. But you're right, I'm sorry, Josh. I have this one friend that I almost told one day but chickened out at the last moment."
"See? It's easier said than done. So, when do you plan to tell someone?"
I pause, deep in thought. I've never really planned it out. "I don't know. Maybe when I have a boyfriend. So that people don't think I'm a sad loner."
"Would you like a boyfriend?"
At first, I don't think too much about his question, but then it clicks, and I give him a worried look. "Uh, I think I'd rather take things slow. But... it would sure be nice to have someone."
"Yeah," he agrees, chuckling. "And it's the best girl repellent."
I playfully shove him. "Shut up!"
"You shut up."
"No, you."
"Oh yeah? Then I'll shut you up."
Then we kiss some more, slower this time, enjoying every minute and improving our technique. Like, I know about sex and everything but for now, kissing totally rules.
"We should go," I say. "I think we're all dry." We brush grass and dirt from our bodies before dressing up reluctantly.
"Hey!" I protest when Josh tries to help me put on my backpack.
"What? I just wanted to be helpful."
"But I'm not a little kid."
He raises his eyebrows. "Are you always so touchy? I just wanted to be nice."
I'm ready to say something clever but stop myself. "Maybe I am a little touchy. Sorry."
We climb up the cliff and luckily find our bikes where we left them.
"Uh, Captain, I think the tire is flat again," Josh says as he picks up my old bike.
"Damn it. We didn't bring the air pump, did we?"
"I didn't. So if you didn't either..." he smiles, "then we have to share a bike."
I don't exactly love this idea. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it per se, but I'm not looking forward to pedaling uphill with our combined weights.
"We'll take turns," he says, as if reading my mind. "It's going to be fine."
Nothing better comes to my mind. I stash my old bike in some bushes, mentally noting to ask Mom or Dad to retrieve it later. Then we get on my new bike and are on our way home. It's not as bad as I thought. The hills are annoying, but we switch off regularly, allowing each other a chance to rest. I like being behind him and hanging onto his hips, taking in the light hair on his neck, and the faint scent of his shampoo. How is it even possible to get so head over heels for someone so fast?
We pull up at my house just ten minutes before six. After a long, exhausting day, I'm grateful to park the bike in the garage.
Inside, Mom is busy meal prepping, while the other parents seem disengaged in the living room, their attention vaguely on the TV.
"There you are, boys," Mom calls out from the kitchen and only then the rest of the adults take notice of us. "You reek! To the showers, both of you, now! Dinner's in ten minutes, and you better not be late."
I roll my eyes. I really don't like to be treated like a child, especially in front of Josh. We hurry upstairs and I lead him to my room, feeling a bit self-conscious about its quirkiness.
"Should we save time and water...?" Josh starts.
"Nice try," I laugh. "You go first. Do you need fresh clothes?"
"Actually I do. We were supposed to head back home today."
"Let me see if I have something your size."
I rummage for a minute to find clothes that won't be too small for him. It feels weird sharing my underwear, but we don't have another choice. I select a pair of boxer shorts that I usually wear to bed, hoping they won't be too tight.
We take turns in the bathroom and in under ten minutes we're back downstairs. As the food arrives, I realize how hungry I have been. It feels like days since I had breakfast and I only ate a few handfuls of chips since. Luckily, Mom's cooking never disappoints. I notice her watching us with a hint of pride as we eagerly eat and go back for seconds.
"It's been a long day," my dad declares when we've finished eating. "For sleeping arrangements, we'll move to the living room so Jerry and Ross can have our bedroom. Joshua, we'll set up the guest room for you."
"No need," I interrupt, surprised by my own courage. "Josh can stay in my room."
All the adults look at me as if I'm an alien specimen. I blush a little, but Josh saves me.
"Totally. We've got a movie to watch and stuff to talk about, right Tommy?"
"That's right," I confirm, smiling gratefully.
"Aren't you boys too big to sleep in the same bed?" Aunt Rose asks, as if it ever happened when we were smaller.
Josh frowns "Are you calling me fat, Mom? It's just one night, no biggie."
"Absolutely not," my dad protests. "You are a guest and I won't make you squeeze..."
"Honey," my mom interrupts, gently grabbing his arm, "let them have their fun."
The way she says it gives me chills. It's the same tone she used on the phone earlier. I catch Josh giving me a knowing look from across the table. Could this be the fabled mom's sixth sense? Whatever it is, it seems to have an effect on my dad.
"Who am I to argue? I used to have sleepovers all the time at their age," my dad concedes. I take a long sip of water, struggling to hide my smile.
Later, we excuse ourselves and head up to my room. As soon as I hit the bed, the exhaustion of the day washes over me.
"So tired..." I mumble, feeling Josh's weight settle next to me.
"You can go to sleep. I'll keep watch for any intruders," he offers.
"Nooo," I groan. "It's too early. And I want to watch a movie." I roll onto my back and playfully stretch my arms up.
He chuckles. "Look at you, all trusting and cute like a puppy. How can I say no?"
"Why do I feel like I'm a different person suddenly?" I ask the universe in general.
"You look the same to me. Now stop overthinking and let's find a movie."
After some research, we settle on 'Ape vs. Mecha Ape'. And it's a bullseye! We both agree it might just be the movie of the century. The best part, though, is cuddling with Josh. We keep it low key in case my parents come in, but for some strange reason they decide to leave us alone. When the movie is finished, I yawn and stretch.
"I swear, this bed never felt so cozy."
"Let's go to sleep, Tommy. It's been a long day. I'll go brush my teeth and be right with you."
"Let's brush together."
We strip down to our underwear and head to the bathroom, brushing our teeth in silence. Meanwhile, Mom pops in with a spare mattress and pillow for Josh, setting them up on the floor next to my bed. We get comfortable and wait for her to leave.
"Don't stay up talking for too long," she says and turns off the light.
We lay there for a while, listening to her steps on the stairs. Somehow, I'm not sleepy anymore.
"Josh?" I whisper in the dark.
"Tommy?" he whispers back.
"Come up here already."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He gets onto bed and under the covers with me. He immediately crawls on top of me and kisses me on the lips. This is a whole different game now. I love his weight on top of me. I kiss back and we both start dry humping through our underwear. I can feel we're both as hard as we can get. After a moment, Josh pushes his tongue inside my mouth. This gets steamier with every second. I love tasting the minty freshness of his mouth and we soon start exploring our bodies with our hands.
"This feels so great," Josh whispers after we break the kiss. "But I know what will feel even better."
I tense a bit as he places small kisses starting at my mouth and going down my neck and chest. When he reaches my smooth belly, he cups my balls through my briefs and looks up at me.
"Can I?" he whispers.
I just nod. My heart races when he hooks the waistband of my undies and starts inching them down, little by little. He stops for a second to tickle my small dark pubic patch, then he moves on. My dick is rock-hard and gets caught in my undies, but then he pulls them over completely and I'm naked. I can feel his breath on my junk as he gently takes it into his hand and examines.
"Hello, you," Josh chuckles and I almost cum when he gives it a few sensual tugs. But I almost die when he licks the underside. "Tasty," he concludes and repeats it a few times. The feeling is out of this world. It's been a few days since I last pleasured myself and I can feel every lick and every touch.
"Oh fuck," I moan and grasp the bedsheet. My whole body is shaking.
"Feeling good?" he smiles.
"Keep going."
Josh licks my dick a few more times, then backs away and puts it into his mouth. Then he starts sucking, starting at the tip and slowly moving down, covering my shaft with his spit. It's warm. It's slippery, It feels fucking amazing. I barely register the little suction thing he does as he... well, sucks me. It feels incredible. I start humping slowly to meet his movements and feel like I can cum any second.
"Slow down, Josh. I'm close."
He starts playing with my balls and edges me for at least ten minutes, sucking me without a single break or complaint. I put my hands on his head and get lost in the feeling. At one point, he slides his tongue under my foreskin and starts moving it around. I squirm. My penis wants to explode but somehow I'm holding on.
"Okay, stop," I pant, overwhelmed by the feelings.
Josh crawls over to me and here's his trademark proud smile again.
"Did you enjoy?"
"Shit, this was the best," I say and sit up so I can kiss him. There's a new taste in his mouth from swallowing gallons of precum I produced. The only thing I want now is to make him feel the same -- or better.
"Stand up," I tell him.
"Why?"
"You'll see. You won't regret it."
Josh stands up and his tented boxer shorts are on my eye level. My heart beats fast as I pull them down. His light pubes come to view first, and then the root of his cock. And omg, it's so thick. I pause to look up at him. He watches me with an open mouth. So I got his full attention. Good. I get back to my task and slide the boxers all the way down. His cock springs to life, bouncing a few times before my eyes. I gasp. I haven't seen anything like it in the best porn videos. And I'm not just talking about the size. He looks like a decent 6 inches, which still appears large on his slim body. And it's not even about the thickness, which would easily challenge bananas that Mom keeps in the fruit bowl. But the shape of it -- straight, but slightly bending upwards. Smooth and strong, with a big, pink, uncut mushroom at the top. I'm speechless. The faint, musky scent coming from his adolescent balls is making my head spin.
I take his cock in my hand and stroke it. It's so hot and hard. I need to know what it tastes like. I open my mouth as wide as I can and put it in. I try the spongy head with my lips and tongue and I know that's what I was born for.
"Mmmmm," Josh moans and puts his hands on my head. "Love feeling your tongue on my dick, Tommy. Keep going."
My mouth full, I start swallowing more and more of his teen shaft. I know I won't be able to swallow all of it, but no one can stop me from trying. More than a half fits inside my mouth before I gag. But then I take another inch, and I almost touch his pubes with my nose. I grab the hilt of his dick start sucking him, doing my best not to graze him with my teeth.
"Jesus fucking christ, Tommy," Josh whispers and I can see his legs shaking.
I place my hands on his butt and motion him to me. He takes the hint and starts moving his hips back and forth, sliding his perfect dick in and out of my mouth. Sometimes he goes too far and I gag, but I feel like each time I can take a little bit more. How cool would it be to swallow all of it one day. But I'm in heaven. Josh tightens his grip on my head and plows me with long thrusts.
"Mhmmmm," Josh moans like a wild animal. I'm worried someone could hear us, but I don't care. Looks like I'm making him feel good.
He speeds up, then slows down. Then speeds up again. And he keeps moaning. His dick is completely covered with my saliva and slides in and out with perfect ease. It takes fifteen minutes before he starts to breathe faster.
"I'm gonna cum," he breathes out.
I know what it means. And I don't care. I knead his buttcheeks like dough and make sure he doesn't back off. His breath becomes raspy and his thrusts faster and uneven.
"Oh fuck... Uhh.... Aah!" he groans as he finally cums. He stops moving and his hot seed lands on my tongue. My mouth is filled with his salty, sticky fluid. I can die happy now. I love how his dick twitches in my mouth with every squirt, and it keeps twitching even when his balls are empty.
When his orgasm finally subsides, he pulls out. His cock is red and bloated now from the hard work. I'm about to try to swallow his load when he kneels before me and goes for a kiss. I'm not sure about it at first, but there's no time to think. We make out and I share his own sperm with him. I realize it's actually fucking hot.
And then, he grabs my dick. He holds me and wanks me as fast as he can. I let out high-pitched moans into his mouth as he quickly works on my orgasm. It doesn't take much. Three small jets of my young cum land on my belly and Josh's hand. But my orgasm lasts for at least a minute. I moan like a little girl as powerful spasms shake my body to the core. I fall down on my bed and Josh falls on top of me. We pant for a long time, our sweat getting cool on our bodies. Nothing else is said. Josh plays with my hair and almost right away I fall asleep.
Thanks for reading! I'm thinking of adding one more chapter, maybe two if there's popular demand. Let me know your thoughts! archhunter420@gmail.com
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