Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 11:33:47 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 8 of You Can't Go Back Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: stan992001@hotmail.com. All e-mails will be answered. You Can't Go Back By Stan (First, this is a true story as told to me by Dave. Dave was 12 when this happened, so he doesn't remember all of the events, so I have to make up some things. I will keep it as close to truth as I can. This happened almost ten years ago, but it will be told in flashbacks and mingled in with true events that happen to our group of young gay guys (and one old gay guy, me). Or, things that have already happened that we are still dealing with. I hope you enjoy this method of telling a story. I've never tried anything like this before. If you are looking for lots of sex in the story, better look elsewhere. This is more real life stuff. Sorry! If you are curious about our group, we have our own web site. It is at www.gayfreezone.homestead.com. Feel free to check us out. If you are a young gay guy with problems, we are still accepting new members.) Chapter Eight When we got back to his room, Bruce shut the door and said, "We've got to talk." "Do you want me to leave? I can call my Mom and have her pick me up if you want." That seemed to stun him. "Leave? Why?" "Because of what I did," I said, as tears started to form at the corners of my eyes. "Bruce just smiled at me. "Oh, I see. No, I don't want you to leave. Why did you do it, anyway?" "I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do." Ok, major lame statement. I had no idea why I said it. It just popped out of my mouth. "I'm sorry." "Sorry? You must be nuts!" I turned quickly around to face him. I was ashamed of myself, and had turned away from him. "Huh?" "Come here, idiot," Bruce said, as he pulled me to him and hugged me. "We're best friends, right?" "Yeah. I guess so. If you still want to be," I answered slowly, hugging him back and still crying a little bit.. Bruce pushed me back and held me away from him. "Quit crying, OK? Please? I need to tell you something, and you have to look at me when I tell you," he said, and wiped off my tears with his fingers. I looked up at him, just knowing he was still going to tell me that our friendship was over. "I loved what you did for me. I never even thought you would do that, but I had been wishing you would since I met you." "What?" I asked, amazed. "That was just way more than I could have ever hoped for. I was just hoping you would agree for us to jerk each other off. And I was so nervous, just to ask you to do that." "You were nervous? To ask me?" I asked. "Yeah. Super nervous. I wanted to ask you last weekend, but I couldn't make myself. Would you have then?" he asked, smiling. This was going lots better than I had hoped for. "Yeah," I answered, smiling back. "I started to ask you both Saturday and Sunday, but I just couldn't. Anyway, you know what I want to do now?" "No, what?" I asked. I knew what I wanted him to say, but I didn't think that was going to happen. "I want to do you the same way." My heart rate sped up a million times it's normal rate. All right! That was what I was hoping he would say! "You do?" was what I answered. I was majoring in lame statements tonight. "Yeah. Do you want me to?" "Are you kidding? Of course I do. Can I do you again after you finish?" "Sure. I was hoping you would," Bruce said as he grinned and reached for my shirt buttons. Now, he had stripped me in the hay loft earlier today, but I hadn't had the chance to return the favor then, and I wasn't going to miss out this time. I reached for his shirt buttons, too. We both looked up and smiled at each other. Our hands started flying in a race to see who could get the other one naked first. I won. Or Bruce let me strip him first. I didn't know. I didn't really care. I just wanted to see Bruce hard again and I wasn't disappointed. He finally pulled off my briefs and we got into bed. We carried our underwear into bed with us in case someone came to the door. That was very unlikely and if anyone did, Bruce said they would knock first, but we didn't want to take any chances. Bruce turned out all the lights except for a dim night light. I guess he wanted to be able to see me. I wanted to be able to see him, too. I was as hard as Bruce was. Bruce didn't wait at all, he pushed the covers off of me down to my knees and immediately took me into his mouth. The suddenness of it made me gasp. I guess Bruce had made up his mind long before now that he really wanted to do this, because he went at it like a pro. It wasn't very long until I stiffened and had my first dry orgasm of the day. This had been a new experience. No one had ever done anything like this for me. How many different dicks had I been forced to suck in the past? Ten? Twenty? More? I really had no idea. I hadn't liked it then, but I sure liked it now. And now I wanted to return the favor for Bruce. Bruce hadn't said anything. He had just moved back to the head of the bed, covered me up, and held me to him until I'd recovered. It was a nice feeling. Nice, Hell, it felt awesome. I finally looked over at him and said, "Thanks. That was wonderful." Bruce grinned hugely. "I liked it too. You want to return the favor now?" I grinned back and nodded my head yes. I didn't waste any time, either. But I did go slower. I wanted this time to last lots longer than it did last time. And it did. Over twice as long, and when Bruce did come, he actually yelled out a little bit. That shocked both of us, and we both hurriedly pulled on our underwear in case it had gotten us some unwanted attention. No one came to the door, though, but Bruce wasn't taking any chances. He even turned out the night light. We lay together, almost holding our breath, waiting to see if anyone had heard us. We didn't hear anything for several minutes, so we knew we were safe. "I'll try not to let that happen again," Bruce whispered. "I think that would be a good idea," I whispered back, giggling. "Well, I didn't do it on purpose, you know. It just felt so good, I couldn't stop myself." "I'm glad I did such a good job," I answered honestly. "Uh Dave, can I do something?" "Sure. Anything you want. I'm all yours," I sighed contentedly. Bruce didn't say anything. He just leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a full tongue to tongue kiss, but it wasn't exactly a smack on the mouth either. It kind of shocked me, and I was speechless. "Was that all right? I just wanted to kiss you good night," Bruce said shyly. "No, it was fine. I liked it. You just surprised me is all." "I really like you, Dave." "I like you, too." "But see, I like you more than just a best friend. I think I might be falling in love with you," Bruce whispered. That really got to me. I reached over and hugged him tight. "Me too." Bruce kind of moaned, pushed me on my back, and came with me, laying on top of me. Our arms never left being around the other. I opened my legs wide, wrapping my legs around him, and he started kissing me all over my face and neck. Our lips met again, and I kissed back with passion. I was sure I was in love with Bruce now, and he was in love with me. What could be better than this? Bruce started grinding his hips into mine and we both moaned. He raised up and said, "You like doing this?" "Yeah," I answered, almost out of breath. "Let's get our underwear off. This feels really good, but I think it will feel even better when we don't have any clothes on." He almost tore his boxers off and then ripped my briefs off of me, hurting little Dave a little bit in the process. "Ow. Don't be so rough." "Sorry. I'll kiss it and make it better if you want," he answered, giggling. "No, that's Ok. I like this way, too." He got back on top of me and we kissed once more. Neither of us knew to open our mouths, so we didn't. But it was still nice to be kissed and to be able to kiss back. Bruce had picked up the pace and we were in a constant grinding motion back and forth. Our two hard penises were rubbing up against each other, both pointing at our bellies. Our breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Bruce finally tensed and bit down on the pillow beside my face to make sure he didn't yell out. I felt the first hot jets of cum coat my stomach and I also had another dry orgasm. We stayed like we were for several minutes, Bruce laying between my legs and my legs wrapped around him. I could stay like this forever, but I knew we were taking a big chance with his parents still up. "Bruce, we'd better get cleaned up," I whispered in his ear. He raised his head up and looked at me from the dim light from outside. "I know. I just don't want to get up." "Well, this might look kind of strange if someone came in. I don't think I want to have to explain this to anyone right now." "No, you're right," he said, as he got off of me and got his socks he had worn the previous day. He turned on the night light, and we cleaned up as good as we could, then he threw the socks in his hamper. "I'll make sure and do this load myself," he laughed, as he got back into bed and turned out the night light. We both put back on our underwear and then we snuggled together like last night, me on my stomach with my arm around Bruce and him with his arm over my shoulder on his back. We were asleep quickly. We were still in the same position when I woke up the next morning. Bruce was already awake, and I found him staring at me. "Morning," I said sleepily. "Morning." "Why didn't you wake me?" "I wanted to let you sleep. I was enjoying holding you and watching you sleep." "You were? Why?" "Because I love you, dummy. Isn't that a good reason?" I looked at him for a long time. He wasn't smiling, so I knew he wasn't joking. I raised up my head so I could kiss him quickly, then laid back down. "That's a great reason. I love you, too. I think I have since you invited me over that first day." "Really? Why? I was kind of mean to you." "No you weren't. You did kid me a lot, but it was all in fun. Why do I love you? Well, let me tell you. First, you're gorgeous. You're lots better looking than I am. You're smart, except in math." Bruce attacked me with tickles. He let up when I started to laugh too loud. Thank goodness for that. "I'm going to do that every time you bring up math from now on," he giggled, but he did lean over and kissed me quickly. I was beginning to love his kisses. "Quit. Anyway, you know lots more about living here than I do, and I like to learn from you. But you know the main reason I love you?" "No." "Because you are a really nice person. If you hadn't been my first friend, I still might not have any. You didn't have to make friends with me that first day, but you did. Really, I might have fallen in love with you the first day of school." Bruce looked away from me for a few seconds, then looked back. "I have to be honest. I wasn't just being nice the first day." I was puzzled. "Why? What do you mean?" "Well, I saw how shy you were, and I noticed how you kind of looked at the other boys, not the girls. I was hoping you were gay. NOBODY else here is but me. I'm sure of that. I kind of made friends with you to find out." "Oh, so you took advantage of me then," I kidded him. He laughed and said, "No, I didn't do anything that you didn't want me to. But I admit I did try to get us naked together as much as I could. I did plan everything out in advance." "So, basically, you seduced me." Bruce started tickling me once again, but stopped quickly. "No, idiot. I didn't seduce you. You remember who gave the first blow job, don't you?" "Yeah. I guess you have a point there," I answered, as I snuggled up closer to him. "I do love you. I guess that makes us gay, doesn't it?" Bruce asked softly. "I really love you, too. Yeah, I guess we are the only gay kids in our school." "You do know what that means, don't you?" Bruce asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean that we can't let anyone else know. Nobody! You don't know how people think about being gay around here. Our lives would be miserable at school if anyone found out. We would be beaten up and constantly picked on." "Look, I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't know that many people anyway. Who would I trust enough to tell?" Bruce kind of giggled. "Yeah, that's right. I'm not going to tell anybody, either. And we can't let our ‘rents know. If they know, we won't be able to spend the night together, and both of us would get the worst spanking of our lives. And I know you don't want that. I can see you getting scared every time anyone talks about spanking you." "Yeah, but you're scared about it, too," I responded. "Well, I don't like it, that's for sure. But if it has to happen, I don't panic. It'll be over soon. I just take it, but I don't worry about it. The pain is only for a few minutes. I can take that. It's worse if you constantly worry about it like you're doing. Then, the punishment just goes on for a lot longer, even if you haven't done anything wrong. It's like you're punishing yourself now by being so scared about it. Does that make sense?" "Yeah, it makes sense. I'll try, OK?" "Fine. That's all you can do. I smell food cooking. Let's go down and eat. First, the bathroom and then breakfast." We got up and headed for the bathroom. Again, we shared the urinal for our morning pee. We were sharing everything else, so why not? We were about to walk out the bathroom, when I started to panic. "Bruce, I don't want to go downstairs just in my briefs." "Why not? You went down in my boxers. What's the difference?" "Well, boxers kind of hide things better than briefs." Bruce just giggled. "Nobody's going to look at you, Dave. Nobody here cares what you have between your legs but me. Now come on. I'm hungry." I just shrugged my shoulders and followed him down the steps. I hoped he was right. But he wasn't. As soon as we walked in and said good morning to everyone, Mitch said, "Nobody around here wears briefs, city boy. You'd better get your Mom to run into town and get you some new undies." Both Bruce's Mom and Dad turned and looked at me, then laughed softly. I turned red or purple or some really dark blushing color. "My Mom bought me all new underwear before we moved here, and I don't think she is going to buy me any more for a while," I answered softly. "Don't pay Mitch any mind, Dave. Underwear is just clothes, like socks. It's nobody's business what you wear but your own," Bruce's Mom said, but also laughed a little bit. "Well, it could have been worse, I guess, but I was still blushing a little bit. I made up my mind about one thing, though. I was going to wear a pair of Bruce's boxers down to breakfast from now on. Of course, Bruce always seems to change everything that I tried to make my mind up about, and he ended up making me come down the way I was now from now on. Bruce was clearly the leader between the two of us. But you know what? I never really minded. I loved him, and was content to do what he wanted me to as long as he loved me back. And he did! I was as happy as I had been in my life. Nothing that had ever happened to me before this even came close! To be continued. Comments are appreciated and always answered. Comments can be sent to stan992001@hotmail.com where all the guys can read them too.