Scott’s Secret - 14
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Chapter 14
It took him several minutes to catch his breath and to even begin to feel his legs and arms. Scott could feel the dried cum inside his groin, as his breathe returned to a normal state. His heart was still pounding but was gradually returning to a sane level. His eyes were misted over but gradually he could see the room taking a more definite shape.
Mike managed to sink down to the floor, his body now resting next to Scott’s spent one. It was unreal, how his whole body felt like it had been through a heavy weight title bout that was a draw after 15 rounds. He could barely move, his muscles were so tired and spent. Yet despite it all he had this deep urge to go another 15 rounds. He looked over at Scott, and saw the sweat cooling on the forehead. The chest still heaving a bit with each breathe.
Scott saw Mike staring at him, and he smiled. As he did he felt a slight twinge inside his chest, and the slowing heart seemed to suddenly change gears once again. The battle was not over, and his whole body trembled with that realization.
“Welcome to our home Mike..”
“Hehe.. well Scott you do have an interesting way of making a person feel at home.. hehe.. God I ache…”
“You ache?…. ha… I’d offer you a drink but I doubt if I could crawl over to the table let alone pour it out…”
“Don’t need a drink…. hehe but thanks anyway…”
“I don’t either… good thing I don’t smoke either.. i’d go through a pack after that little tussle…hehe”
“Only a pack? Hmm… must be getting old…”
“Bitch…”
“At times…. man I need a rest… I’d get up on the bed but I don’t think I have the strength right now.”
“Well… gee talk about being old….hehe but yeah I feel that way too…”
Mike sat there, his hand clasping the still moist hand of Scott. His thoughts were on the amazing turn of events, that had brought him to this point. Life hadn’t been easy, and here, a strange encounter in a gay bar has brought him to a point in his life that he never imagined would occur.
He felt very satisfied, very fulfilled. There was lots of doubts still, lots of concerns about how he was going to manage amongst all this opulence, that seemed to surround Scott, but he felt like he could surmount it. Thoughts of waking up each morning to Scott had an exhilerating effect on him. He had a wide grin on his face as he squeezed Scott’s hand.
It was strange, for so many years he had thought of just such a love affair, nevr actually believing that it would ever happen. Now, here he was, laying ona floor that alone was worth more than he would make this year at his job. Funny, but it didn’t impress him as much as the slender figure next to him did. He could see the way his hair hung over one eye, still damp from the sweat. The way the eyes would every other second glance furtively over at him. This was definately a love affair he could spend the rest of his life in.
As thoughts of his completeness enveloped him, he could also feel that all too familiar stirring of his loins. After their passionate entrance to the room, he doubted if he’d be able to even think of more physical activity, but the way the sun shone into the room, the way it highlighted Scott’s body, was too much for him. His heart still hadn’t quite managed to calm itself down, it was like it was merely idling at a higher rev, waiting for the pedal to force it back into overdrive.
It was strange, the way his body seemed to control him more and more as he was with Scott. Sure he had other’s before, some of them actually very talented in the sex departmen, maybe even more so than Scott. Yet none of them made his body ache so much for more. None of them had ever really made him fell so satisfied and yet so desireous of needing more so quickly.
In the short time that he had known Scott, Mike had been stunned by the intensity of their passion. He felt like every time he looked at Scott, that he had this insane urge to just grab him and take him to bed. Sort of like a person’s fascination with fire, the desire to reach out into the white hot center, always trying to get to it, not quite getting there. Strange, but he knew that he wanted Scott, not later, not just tonight or tomorrow, but now and for every second of his life.
Mike turned his head towards Scott, and found himself staring right into the deep liquid blue pools of Scott’s eyes. He saw a sparkle that was more like the flames of a raging fire. A wide smile broke out on the face before him, but all he could see was the urgent pleading inside those deep pools of burning embers that was Scott’s eyes.
As he raised his other hand up from his side, he found Scott lifting himself up slowly, pulling him with him. Together they rose up off the floor and embraced. The touch of Scott’s lips to his own made his heart race forward, no longer idling.
Mike’s mouth opened slightly under the pressure of Scott’s lips. He felt the wet warmth of Scott’s tongue as it gently pushed forward, its tip now resting against his own tongue. They moved together, their arms wrapped around each other, their heads off to one side, as they kissed deeply of each other.
Mike could feel the pounding of Scott’s heart against his chest, which made his own heart skip first one beat, then start to beat faster, in temp with the beat of Scott’s heart. It was an unreal sensation, he could feel the tremble inside Scott’s body as their two hearts now beat in one steady beat, hardly a trace of difference between them. Both hearts now sychronized together as their bodies were entwined together next to the wide bed. The sun playing its own dance around them, bathing them in its golden rays, adding its warmth to that of their own boiling blood.
Time had stopped once more, and somehow they found themselves stretched out on the large over sized bed. Their naked bodies were no longer cool, tiny beads of sweat dotted them both. Their hearts now rang out loudly in the still of the room, urging them both onwards.
Mike couldn’t believe the amazing feeling of warmth that ran through his entire body. Every now and then he could feel himself trembling under Scott’s touch, then he would feel an answering shudder racing through Scott’s own body.
His penis was fully erect again, pressing urgently against Scott’s scrotum. He could even feel the tiny little wiry hairs that covered them, and he could feel the heat glowing from Scott’s own aroused penis that was wedged upwards and against their two bellies.
Scott could feel his desire for more of Mike growing. His whole body was once more awakened, and he could feel the ache not only in his groin but in his buttocks. His whole body seemed to be demanding more of the older man beside him. He breathed deeply, taking in that strange scent that was Mike. With each breathe he felt his wedged cock wiggle between the pressed flesh. The ache in his loins only grew with each intake of that wonderful man scent that he associated with Mike.
Mike pushed up against the lanky body, feeling the constant jerking motion of Scott’s penis. Each move against his skin made him groan now, and his desire took control over all other thoughts. He used his added weight to push hard now, laying Scott flat out on the bed. His own body now covered Scott’s and the bed gave a slight creak as it took both of their weight in one spot.
He could feel Scott take a deep breath, and feel the long muscular legs spread apart under his weight. His own legs rested firmly against the hot inner legs, sweat joining them together briefly, like glue. They remained locked in a passionate kiss but Mike could feel his desire for more welling up inside his entire body. His blood was starting to race, and he knew that Scott was also eagerly awaiting more.
With a final soft kiss on Scott’s lips, Mike raised his face and pulled himself down the slender body. His mouth gently brushing across the firm chin, tasting the salty sweat forming around the small little cleft. He could feel the tiny stubble of blonde hairs staring to grow and it only seemed to make him hotter.
He briefly opened his eyes to stare down at Scott. He saw the long eye lashes, barely visible in the sunlight. The soft flutter of eye lids that covered up the most wonderful shade of blue he had ever seen made his heart quiver, then his whole body shook in response. Scott seemed to sense it and suddenly Mike was staring into those gorgeous blue eyes.
The shimmering blue seemed to draw him into the inner depths of Scott. He could see raging rivers of blue, deep purples and a warm orange glow. He saw Scott’s love for him and with his face locked onto Scott’s, he could feel his legs pressing Scott’s legs.
He was forcing them wider, letting his crotch sink down even further so that his fully erect throbbing penis now rested under Scott’s own dangling full balls.
Mike brought his knees up and raised himself off the now sweat covered body. His eyes still held captive by the shimmering blue of Scott’s soul. At the back of his mind he could feel himself moving, he could feel his hands gently moving down the taut body of Scott. The hands felt every sinew, every muscle as they traveled slowly down the frame. He could feel the blood rushing along, the tiny blonde hairs giving way to his light touch.
His heart was beating frantically as his hands reached the thin waist. Scott’s legs were no longer sticking straight down the bed. He had them raised up and Mike’s elbow’s rested firmly against them as his heart was still being held captive by the deep penetrating blue eyes.
A strange warmth seemed to be growing deep inside his body. Each movement of his body or of Scott’s only seemed to make the warmth grow and expand inside him. His hands now gently rubbed the warm flesh inside the legs, feeling them shake under his touch.
He could feel his hands sliding under the legs, feeling the softness of Scott’s buttocks, then travelling slowly up the underside of his legs, feeling the tiny hairs now sticking upright, as if they were tiny sensors eager to feel his touch. Mike could feel the body beneath him quiver under his touch, the way it shuddered as his hands slowly moved across the body.
With a mind of their own, the hands stopped their gentle traverse along the underside of Scott’s legs, the hands now firmly gripped the taut muscles, just above the knees, and then they started to push upwards, as if signalling the legs to raise themselves up.
It was as if both bodies were under one guide. As Mike’s hands pushed forward and up, Scott’s legs started to raise themselves up, bringing his feet up off the silky smoothness of the bed. His body started to settle itself, his hips trying to rest on the bed. Scott’s breathing started to slow down, taking long deep breathes as if trying to store up on the oxygen.
As his legs slowly rose up off the bed, he could feel his legs spreading outwards as well. Scott let out a small murmer as he felt the legs slide up and over Mike’s broad shoulders. The touch of the skin sent a tiny tremor through his body and his motion forced his buttocks up and into the air, no longer letting the quivering cheeks rest on the bed.
Mike’s eyes seemed to open even wider as his groin rested on Scott’s. He still saw the deep blue but was watching it change color. No longer the deep penetrating blue, it was slowly changing color to a burning orange and as the color became more vibrant, his heart started to beat faster and his breathing started to quicken.
His throbbing penis now rested firmly in the middle of two quivering orbs of burning flesh. He could feel the heat along the sides of his own aching penis and now he could feel the heat penetrating from the glowing eyes before him. His heart was still pushing to go faster, his ribs ached now from the strain of the pounding heart.
Mike raised his buttocks upwards slightly, his arms turning from burning flesh to two solid pieces of granite. His throbbing penis no longer moved along the warm track of Scott’s anus, it was now poised above a quivering pink opening, that was Scott’s gateway to his insides.
Mike stared down, his eyes taking it all in. He could see the pursed lips, moist with a slight tremble to them. He could see the firmness of Scotts jaw as it was clenched and the way his cheeks seemed rather leaning inwards. It was the eyes though that sent a deep tremor flowing through his whole body. He could see the fiery orange now, all around each pupil. The center was an amazing shade of white, tinged with a light blue and his eyes locked onto them, he could feel his heart reach a feverish pitch inside his chest. His whole body shook once, then twice and then he felt a sudden flash of heat as his hips pushed down.
His throbbing penis slid down, slicing into the pink hole that quivered below it. There was a brief stop, that was a millisecond before the huge quaking penis was once more pushing down. It had entered the warm silky insides of Scott’s body and he could feel a sudden tightness wrap itself around his pole as it went down and in.
He saw the bluish white of Scott’s eye suddenly explode across his face. They expanded as his throbbing man meat made its way inside the warm tunnel of Scott’s body. His last picture was of an expanding mass of white blue as he closed his eyes to see the image float across his brain. His body shook, shuddered without control as he felt a deep sense of love inside every part of his body. His mind no longer could distinguish between his own breathing, and that of Scott.
Down his hips went, forcing his cock deeper and deeper within Scott. He could feel the muscles wrapping themselves around his throbbing penis, feel them tighten in desperate effort to hold onto the pulsating pole as it searched for the secret to Scott’s being.
His arms flexed under the strain of emotions. His own legs were now stretched straight backwards, like two solid planks of lumber. His toes arched backwards against the bed frame, trying to dig into the wooden frame.
The motion stopped, his groin now rested firmly between the spread buttocks. He could feel his balls resting upwards against the burning flesh of Scott’s cheeks, his own pubic hair was mingled with the tiny soft blonde hairs of Scott’s anus. The penetrating motion had ended, but the two bodies now shook together in unison. It was as if they both realized the special moment at once.
The shaking of their bodies was so intense that both of them could feel Mike’s penis jerking inside Scott’s rectum. It was bouncing against the strong side muscles inside Scott’s velvet love tunnel and both of them sighed deeply with the feeling.
Before they could even recover from the shaking their bodies took control. It was as if a button had been pushed by the head of the implanted penis. Mike’s body started to rise upwards and Scott’s seemed to pull away then in a second the process was reversed with a force that neither had ever experienced before.
Together these two opposites came crashing into each other. The sound of sweaty flesh reverberated throughout the golden bathed room. It roared in each of their ears like the rumble of a distant train roaring through the night.
Again the two bodies seemed to try to separate, only to once again be pulled back together. Each time the sound bounced through the room. Faster and faster now, their two bodies seemed to move. The sound of slapping flesh no longer distinguishable from the wild groans and moans coming from their mouths.
The room was spinning for Scott. Each time he dared to open his eyes he saw shaking images of two bodies moving in a haze of yellow. His ears ached from the booming of two hearts pounding at sonic speed. When he would close his eyes, flashes of white and purple soared across his vision.
Mike tried to open his eyes and each time he managed to pry his lids apart, he saw pulses of blue, white, orange, yellow, purple that blurred his site. There was nothing in front of him but a deep shimmering pool and he saw himself floating peacefully in the center of the wide expanse of deep blue.
The two bodies continued their strange dance of first pulling apart, then eagerly racing forwards to join together once more, each time harder and faster than before.
He felt like his whole body was a massive tremor. His head was lowered, as he had no strength lift to keep it up, sweat from his forehead dripping constantly now off him onto the thrashing body beneath him. His arms were shaking, their solid strength of minutes earlier ebbing faster than water leaving a breached levy.
Scott’s body shuddered like an ocean liner hitting a hidden reef. Each penetrating push of Mike’s penis made him thrash about, his arms stretched out hitting the solid mattress, making the bed jump. He was tossing his head back and forth and his legs no longer rested easily on his own body. They ached from the strain of being held up in the air but they refused to lower themselves.
He could feel the steady beat of Mike’s balls against his cheeks, the way they would strike him, at different times, as Mike’s penis dug itself deeper with each thrust. His own penis jerked up and down, as if trying to lodge itself into Mike’s abdomen.
Everything was a blur for Scott, as his body continued to thrash around under Mike’s onslaught. His legs no longer had any feeling in them, his arms were like lead weights and his body trembled with each drop of sweat that dripped onto it from the figure above. His heart was pounding so hard that any second it would burst free of the quaking rib cage that held it in place.
Mike had lost all feeling in his arms. His body was slowly sinking down as his hips moved downwards once more time. Now they would cement themselves to the upraised cheeks, then they would sway from side to side, sending the throbbing penis this way, then that. It was constant now, his balls ached as they struck the firm wet cheeks. His own cheeks now seemed to clench themselves together, as if adding to the downward force of each plunge.
With a loud shrill animal like yell, Scott felt his burning penis jerk upwards and his balls sling themselves upwards. Before his yell had left his mouth, he felt his body buck upwards and his legs twitch. The blood in his body seemed to suddenly stop its mad dash to and fro and instead was now all racing forward to the jerking penis.
As the last shriek of his yell echoed in the room, his whole body shook again and again and a hot steamy stream of sticky white came flooding out of his cock. He could feel the hot splatters strike Mike’s lower belly and then bounce onto his own belly.
Splashes of the hot cream hit Mike’s upper chest and even a few managed to force their way through the sweating flesh to splatter across his face. The sensation of feeling the hot gobs strike his body drove Mike’s own body into a frenzy of pushing, pulling. His hips were no longer visible, they turned into a blur of passion as his body crashed hard into Scott’s.
His penis was shoving aside all opposition and struck hard against the buried muscles inside of Scott. The touch of the deep inside muscles made the cock quake and jerk to and fro. His penis throbbed deeply inside, feeling every inch of the velvet love tunnel. The softness was now wrapping itself harder around the pulsing penis, as if to hold on to the massive pole. Every muscle inside seemed to be constricting, in an attempt to squeeze the long thick pole that was buried inside.
Mike’s body suddenly stopped it outwards pull and this time, didn’t come crashing back down. The downward plunge was held, the huge cock was no longer buried deep, only the throbbing cock head inside the warm insides of Scott.
For a brief second, both of them lay there, no thrashing about, no spasms of uncontrollable shakes. Time stood perfectly still, Mike’s hips raised upwards, poised and ready, sweat dripping off them onto the suddely unmoving body of Scott.
There was total stillness and quiet in the room, the only sound was of to heavily breathing men, and the soft sound of dripping sweat. Both pairs of eyes suddenly were able to open, to stare into each other.
Mike could see the dark blue pools of Scott’s eyes. He saw the warmth, the compassion, the need, the hunger inside those eyes. His heart no longer was racing like an overheated jet engine, it just stopped in mid beat.
Scott looked up to see a deep expanse of love beating down onto him. His body felt like it was wrapped in a warm woolen cloak of passion and desire. His heart stopped its frantic beating, feeling the unbelievable warmth that surrounded him.
Their eyes remained open, huge bolts of pure love seemed to be passing between them and they watched together as Mike’s hips slowly started to push back downwards. They watched as Scott’s buttocks started to once more raise itself back up to meet Mike’s downward push.
Together they saw their two bodies draw slowly together one more time. They saw the slow motion of the throbbing cock shaft slide inside the warm silky tunnel. Inch by inch they watched Scott’s buttocks swallow the burning pole of Mike’s penis.
Ever so slowly their eyes saw the huge throbbing penis being engulfed by the quivering flesh of Scott’s cheeks. The balls now slowly coming into view, thier fullness evident as they swayed with their movement towards the hot flesh of Scott.
Closer and closer they came, swaying in the motion. Their egg shapes testicles showing in the tight darkness of the flesh, tiny dark hairs wound around the stubbly sac. Slowly they advanced towards the now quivering flesh of Scott’s buttocks and as the hairs touched the hot flesh, Mike’s body shuddered.
Still onwards they came, the tiny hairs now being pressed up into the cheeks, the heat from the two orbs now mingled with that of flesh and this time, both bodies started to tremble. As the two balls collided gently with the shaking cheeks, Mike let out a low rumbling groan.
His arms were buckling under him. His legs now started to bounce up and down against the bed in an uncontrollable spasm. Scott’s arms wrapped themselves around the upper torso of Mike. His legs quivered against Mike’s shoulders and his groin seemed to suddenly explode. He could feel his whole body aching, desperate for Mike’s release inside him.
It was the gentle touch of his balls against the flaming hot ass cheeks, the sudden strong grasp of his body by Scott’s arms, and his own urgent needs that tipped the balance. His penis gently prodded something deep inside the warm stretched love tunnel, and as it did, it sent a strong rolling tremor through his whole body. The touch of his balls against the flesh of Scott added another tremor to the one coming from his penis. The pressure of Scott’s arms sent a third tremor racing through the quake wracked body.
All three tremors raced through his body, his blood boiling with desire, and they all reached his inner core at the same time, exploding deep inside his soul. Mike’s whole body shook, shuddered and his balls emptied their full load.
Streams of hot man milk went pouring out and along the throbbing route of escape. His penis seemed to suddenly grow even larger inside the stretched canal. His cock head jerked constantly as the steamy sticky cum rushed forwards towards it.
Scott’s cheeks clenched even tighter around the thick throbbing pole buried inside, squeezing it, forcing the hot liquid forward even faster. He held his breath as he felt the thick vein under the cock shaft pulsing all along inside his body.
Mike was falling down, his whole body weight crashing hard into the sweating body beneath him and as his torso touched the cum soaked chest of his lover, his own throbbing cock started to unload its precious cargo of man milk.
A steady stream came flowing out deep inside of Scott’s hot insides. The pressure sent the warm liquid deeper than ever before, flooding the narrowed cavern of Scott’s love tunnel. The huge flood of milk went as far as it could go, before the pressure of its release eased, allowing it to flow backwards from whence it came.
The sticky white river of cum washed backwards now, engulfing the still jerking cock head, cooling it a little as it covered it with its thickness. The white wall of love juice came flooding backwards, coating and sticking to the throbbing pole, its force even pushing the cock backwards a bit.
Like an endless roll of breakers coming in off the wide expanse of the pacific ocean, the cum flowed backwards through Scott’s love hole, covering everything in its path, still being fed with new energy from the completely covered cock head.
The two bodies continued to quiver, the limbs of both men still jerking to the intense waves of tremors flowing between the two bodies. Scott’s legs no longer rested high up on Mike’s shoulder’s. They lay barely off the bed, spread wide as possible and then some as his body jerked with each pulse of Mike’s buried penis.
Mike’s body no longer was raised high up over Scott. It lay flopping on top of the sweat soaked body, shaking with each spasm of his own penis buried hard and deep inside the now rapidly filling anus.
He could feel the wave of cum coating his cock, his thick throbbing pole slowly stopping its wild gyrations inside. His balls still pushed up hard against the shaking cheeks.
With a weak groan and final spasm of his groin, the last of his man milk came out of his cock head. As it joined the ocean of milk already there, the first wave reached the opening of Scott’s anus and came tumbling out, coating the shaking balls and dark pubic hairs that surrounded the opening.
It was complete now. Mike lay there, once more unable to move his limbs or any part of his body. His mind was numb from all of the wonderful sensations that were still flashing through it.
Scott had stopped his wild thrashing and moans. He had no energy left in his entire body as his heart was still pounding, shutting out all other sounds. An occasional twitch would send him writhering on the bed with joy. His arms lay down, barely around the still heaving body of Mike. His fingers twitching uncontrollably on the backside of the sweating back.
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The Locker - Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
Part 1
Noah took the thin package from Dakota’s sweating hand and he leaned back onto the hard legs that rested under him. He could feel the warm flesh as his naked buttocks rested carefully onto Dakota’s strong legs. He could feel the heat from his own body growing hotter with each passing beat of his heart; feel the desire welling up even more inside as he fumbled with the thin plastic package in his hand.
His eyes shimmered as he stared down at Dakota’s long lean body, the shimmering golden flesh of Dakota’s chest only made his heart ache more, made the throb deep down in his rectum grow stronger as he finally opened the thin package and held the thin coated condom in his shaking fingers. Noah wanted it to be right as he tried to keep his thoughts focused but he couldn’t help himself, stealing glances at Dakota’s face and body.
Looking down as he moved his hand to his side he saw the shimmering golden flesh of Dakota’s chest move up and then down as Dakota’s lungs continued to suck in the rich warm night air. He saw the way the tiny beads of sweat continued to glimmer and shake with each heave of that perfect chest and he wasn’t sure if the illusion was from the sweat that still trickled down from his forehead or if it was from the tiny perfectly clear tears that welled up at the corners of his eyes as he thought about the moment passed and the moment to come. His whole body tingled with excitement as he continued to gaze downwards, continued to drink in the perfectly formed body that now rested beneath his own youthful frame.
Nothing seemed to exist, no other sounds but the steady thumb of his own heart echoed within his head and yet even that seemed muted by the moment. He could see the thin outline of ribs pushing up against the flesh, see the flat washboard stomach with rippling muscles holding tight rein within and he could feel the heat now, the hot burning heat that was rising up from just in front of his own belly and groin.
Dakota’s shoulder length hair was matted and spread all over behind his head against the dark wooden floor and yet to Noah it looked like a crown of dark gold. His heart skipped a beat as he stole a quick glance upwards and peered into the rich deep chocolate eyes, feeling the sudden beat of Dakota’s heart next to his and in that moment his fears, his hesitations were gone and as he lowered his head, he stared down at Dakota’s throbbing manhood.
What had held him paralysed all week including earlier no longer looked so menacing, instead it appeared before him as a way to become a part of the boy he loved, a way for him to join once more with that beating heart that nestled next to his own. He could see his trembling fingers moving from his side now and he shimmied his body down a bit more, his hot flesh sticking but gradually moving down Dakota’s perfectly still body.
His other hand came up from the other side; his fingers extended as he ran the tips of two fingers slowly down the rippling belly following the small tufts of hair towards that giant throbbing organ that stood perfectly straight. It towered above the golden flesh and Noah could see the matted dark hair that encased the base of the huge throbbing pole. His fingers moved down the flesh, feeling Dakota’s body shudder to his touch and his own heart beginning to race faster with the excitement, with the thrill of Dakota’s response. It was all amazing to him, more spectacular than any dream he had ever had and yet as the warm wind blew across his own nakedness, he could feel the fires within growing, the flames flickering once more at his own flesh and turning it into a steaming mass of molten skin.
Noah could feel Dakota’s eyes boring in on his head, feel him as he slowly reached the 2-¼ inch thick base of Dakota’s penis. He felt the legs shake under his body, his own knees responding by digging into the hot sticky flesh harder as he held on, knowing that soon he would feel more than a soft heave or buck. The touch of his fingertip against the base made his own heart tremble and he could hear himself sucking in the warm night air as he let the finger rest against the hot sizzling pole. His eyes continued to shimmer as more sweat dripped down from his forehead but still he could see the huge penis, the deep thick vein that jutted out from underneath it pulsing as his finger slowly moved up the opposite side. His eyes widened as he saw the vein thicken as more blood was pumped into it and all he could think of was how it would feel nestled deep inside of him, how it would make his own velvet muscles tingle to its touch.
His eyes moved up the long shimmering pole, the deep mottled purplish flesh stretched so tight that it made each vein, each artery jut out clearly and yet as he stared at it, all he could think of was how it would feel to squeeze it with his own never before touched insides. To hold it within his very own body was a thought that no longer frightened him but which he urgently wanted to feel, to experience and yet he held back, deliberately forcing his mind to stare at the thick throbbing pole, to take ever inch of that beautiful organ and etch it forever into his memory. He wanted to see it even when it was buried within him and so he took his time, letting his mind photograph each inch, each artery, each pulsing vein until finally his eyes were glued to the very tip of that mountain.
He licked his lips as he saw the slow ooze of pre cum that came from the widened slit at the top of the bulbous head. The deep rich purple colour of the cock head only heightened by the soft milky white of the liquid that slowly came out, gently flowing around the rounded top and then ever so slowly moved down the sloped head towards the vein studded shaft that was as rigid as a granite slab. Each slow crawl of that liquid only made the ache inside of his rectum grow and deep within his body he felt the fires being stoked, felt the enormous rush of heat that came to his body and even as he stared at the thick head, the long thick pole, he felt the hot fire of his own pre cum once more dripping from his own spent cock. His lungs sucked in the rich warm night air, filling every space of his lungs and then more as he reached out with his hand and held the throbbing pole between his fingers, slowly wrapping each finger around the thick base.
With the huge cock held within his grasp, he could feel Dakota’s body growing harder by the second. His eyes no longer were clear as more sweat dripped down and joined the tears of anticipation that still sprung from them. His other hand now moved upwards and he saw the blurred shape of the round disk, saw it gently come up and then down onto the still oozing cream. He felt the sticky touch of the pre cum as he rested the round condom on top, slowly letting it conform to the oval shape of the purple coloured cock head. His hand shook to the electric shock that came from the hard throbbing pole and yet he held on, keeping it straight as his own heart began to race faster, the blood beginning to once more rush in a fury of desire deep within his own veins.
Noah’s body shuddered as the force of Dakota’s desire and need came to him and mingled with his own aching desire and the thin plastic sheath was suddenly unrolled and his fingers were pushing past his hand, pushing the thin coating down deep into the hot moist matted pubic hairs that surrounded Dakota’s trembling cock. He felt the rumble coming, felt the passion as his own body responded in kind. He could feel his own penis dripping and yet he could also feel the warmth of his rectum too, the feel of sweat that had trickled down his spine to flow thru his two cheeks, to run down his valley where soon Dakota’s pulsing pole of passion would soon be nestled.
His hand stayed around the throbbing pole for a mere second or two as his head lifted up and he stared back up along Dakota’s trembling body. He could see the muscles inside the belly sucking in the golden flesh, see Dakota’s ribs sticking up even more as Dakota’s lungs eagerly sucked in the air. He could feel his own passion rising as he looked down to see the thin dry lips and then the flaring nostrils until finally his eyes rested on Dakota’s own eyes. They shone like a beacon in the dark of night and there was no star in the sky that could equal the brilliance of that shine either as Noah slowly moved his body upwards, slowly moved up beyond the hot throbbing organ that waited to impale itself deep into his body.
Now his knees rested against Dakota’s side, the knees digging into the hard flesh and he could feel the muscles rippling underneath, feel their coiled strength as he leaned forward so that his head now peered up and over Dakota’s face. He stared down at him, seeing nothing but love which only quickened the beat of his heart. His eyes looked fully into Dakota’s and he felt a warmth unlike any he had ever felt before. He could hear his eyes asking him, making sure it was what he desired and he could hear the answer as his hand reached down and found the thick throbbing pole. He sat upright, the pulsing pole in one hand, the other resting to one side of Dakota’s body as he lifted upwards, his buttocks now high up in the air over Dakota’s groin and his eyes grew blank for a moment, a strange thought of how it must be to be in love and then suddenly he felt the pain reaching for him, the hard stinging pain as his body lowered down, the thick throbbing pole wedged hard into the valley of his buttocks.
His mouth flew open to allow the excruciating pain to have a voice but even before he could scream, even before the hard ripping pain could find a home in his body he felt the love rising up inside and instead of a cry of pain, instead of a shriek of agony he heard his voice crying out for more, felt his body shudder and shake as it no longer hesitated but instead flung itself further down onto the hard thick pole that now spread him apart like steel thru butter. His whole body rocked to the sudden impaling of Dakota’s thick pole into his own virgin rectum.
As the pain of entry threatened to overwhelm him he saw Dakota’s face. Noah’s head had flung itself backwards, his face stretched taut by the waves of immense pain that came rushing inside of him and yet he could see that face now, see the eyes as they stared at him, see the smile that would sometimes curl across Dakota’s mouth when he was happy. Images of him driving with his hair blowing in the wind as he turned a corner or how he leaned against a wall while waiting all came to him as the thick throbbing pole filled his insides, stretched his velvet lining beyond capacity and made his muscles squeal in terror as they were pushed aside and made to move aside from the thick pulsing shaft that now dominated his insides.
Just as he could suddenly see Dakota’s face it was gone and this time as he felt the wave of pain coming to him he could see that hard thick cock glimmering in front of his eyes. He saw the thickened veins and the way they pulsed as blood rushing thru the insides and as he saw that he felt it now, felt that thickened veins of Dakota’s penis pushing into his insides, felt the warm pulse of blood as it pushed thru the veins towards that trembling orb that seemed to be growing thicker and hotter as it ploughed deeply into his body.
His cries were shouts of joy now as he could feel Dakota, feel not just the hard thrust of his penis but the wild beat of his heart, the shrieks of his soul, the immense thunder of his spirit as they all came rushing into his body with each push, with each thrust of that weapon into his body. The sounds of Dakota invaded his innermost thoughts just as Dakota’s penis invaded his virgin body. The muscles no longer protested but instead rejoiced as they felt the heat of passion that came with the wild beat of Dakota’s heart and soul. Noah felt the tears now, felt them rolling down his face unheeded as his own body twisted and turned on the huge pole that it rested on.
The pain was gone, replaced by the excitement of suddenly no longer being alone, of no longer being unsure. No more did he fear who he was or what he was as he felt the blood rushing thru every vein and artery that wrapped around the thick pulsing pole. His body was Dakota’s just as Dakota’s was his and he knew it now, knew it for certain as he squeezed his knees in tighter, Dakota’s voice echoing in his ears as he cried out his love, his need for Noah.
They didn’t hear the flutter of birds that rose from around them, frightened by the passion of their union. They could hear nothing but the thunder of their love as their hearts joined as one. Noah’s body continued to slide up and down the trembling pole that linked them together and with each thrust of his body, he could feel the love embracing him, feel its raw power even as he flung his hips to one side, jerking and twisting to squeeze and hug tightly the pole that was impaled inside of him. His mind could only think of how good it felt, at how hot he was and at how much he loved the full feeling that kept running through his body.
Every part of him ached as he rocked from side to side each time he thrust his body down hard into Dakota’s groin. Each time he pushed to where even the boards beneath them groaned from the pressure he could only feel nothing but a sense of love, of desire that made the pain seem non existent, almost as if it was just a passing pin prick even as his body suddenly found itself in a field surrounded by nothing but warmth and love. His mind couldn’t explain it but his heart understood as it pounded faster and faster as it pushed his blood harder, making it rush to and fro in time with the urgent beat and push coming from Dakota’s own thundering heart. He could hear him, feel his thoughts even as their bodies continued to crush into each other, as Dakota’s hard throbbing pole continued to tear deep into his body, touching him where no other living being had ever been before. He felt it and more than that he could see it now, see the hard thick pole slicing thru his insides as he rocked to one side, as he lifted up for a second and then slammed his own body back down, as the huge thick pole split his innards and cruised deeper with each thrust, each push, each jolt.
His breath grew shorter as he felt his body become a blur of motion, the speed increasing as he dug hard into Dakota’s soft fleshy sides, the bone crushing inwards to rub against Dakota’s own bones. The pain growing as his excitement rose and his lungs ached for air and yet still the beat of his heart only grew faster, only grew more insistent as he rose up and then pushed down in an increasing fury of desire and passion. His tongue hung from the corner of his mouth as his eyes took on a glazed look and still the image of that hard thick pole stayed with him, even growing in size and in detail as his body let the hard pole dig deeper and deeper inside.
Dakota’s voice crying out didn’t even register nor did the sound of his own strident cries make a dent on his thoughts as he felt the hot thick pole slicing and digging into his body. He could feel the pain now, the wonderful pain of passion that filled him with each thrust, each push and he only urged his body onwards, desperate for more, eager to have more as his body continued its wild gyrations, continued to squeeze and hug and tug at the thick throbbing pole the jerked from side to side deep within his bowels. His whole body shook and he felt the wave of tremors that coursed thru his body, reaching his toes and his fingertips and even the very edges of each strand of his hair as he felt Dakota’s love fill him, nurture him and hold him.
Sweat became a river of hot steaming water that flowed all down his body, running across his heaving chest and cascading down onto Dakota’s own raging torrent of sweat. He could hear the distant sound of the streams of water that flowed off his body and yet it only made him go faster, made him desire even more as his body began to tremble, as his own throbbing cock continued to be hard and full despite already having exploded all across Dakota’s chest. The sweat mingled from his body with Dakota’s was barely halted or slowed by the dried cake of his cream that only heightened his passion and drove Dakota to push up harder to greet each downward thrust of Noah’s own body. He could feel the hot liquid as it rolled down his back and swirled around the mountains that were his cheeks, the flesh directing the roaring river of liquid to flow down between them, deep down into his valley where it would come up against the huge pulsing pole that flew in and out of him. Each stream only sizzling and turning to steam as it ran up against the hot burning flesh that was being forced deep into Noah’s body.
Dakota’s cries finally reached thru and Noah felt the sudden thrust as Dakota heaved upwards in one huge giant push that only drove his 8 inch long pole deeper than even Noah thought possible. He could almost taste the burning flesh as it pressed hard deep inside of him, his knees quivered as they hung on, digging harder and harder into Dakota’s body as his head rolled from side to side. He could feel the vein suddenly double in size, feel the blood boiling as it raced thru and he felt the hard bang as the huge thick cock head jerked from side to side deep within his body. He felt it and felt the hot juice flooding out, held back from his own insides by the thin plastic but he could still feel it, still feel its force as it pushed the plastic up and off the fiery cock head but it held as his legs squeezed harder, his muscles finally grabbing hold of the jerking penis insides.
The harsh sound of Dakota struggling to breath mingled with his own exhausted huffs for air as his body could no longer move, the pain replaced by the dull throb of exhaustion as he felt himself falling forward, his body no longer able to support itself upright as the thick throbbing pole continued to jerk from side to side, as it continued to explode its milk that now thickened and stretched the plastic sheath all around it. Noah could feel the thick streams as they rolled down the throbbing pole, feel the hot milky cream turning to steam as it rolled against the sizzling flesh that burned inside of him. His mouth was open and his tongue felt parched and dry as his body finally rested on top of the heaving molten flesh of Dakota’s chest. The huge cock no longer buried deep into his body, a vast emptiness now filling his mind as he tried to move, to get his own exhausted body off the heaving chest, desperate for air as he tried to put into thoughts what had just happened to him.
The warm night air continued to gently blow across the two heaving bodies and the birds that had been frightened off slowly returned, once more to nestle in the trees and brush as the wild sounds of passion no longer scared them, no longer pierced the calm quiet of the night. The stars high up in the heavens continued to twinkle and shine down upon the sweat glistening flesh of the two boys as the only sound now that could be heard was that of their bodies slowly trying to recover, slowly trying to regain a state of composure.
Part 2
The echo of his heart’s thundering noise still danced in his ears and in his mind as he lay there, his body consumed by the wild gyrations still even though they had long since stopped. He couldn’t believe how he could still feel every second no, every millisecond of that time when he was buried deep into Noah’s twisting and turning body. His mind still reeled from the site of Noah’s head rolling around on his shoulders, the eyes blazing in a sort of wild colour of blue with white that seemed to leap out every other heart beat. It was still amazing to him as he felt his chest still heaving, still struggling for air even though the time had long since past that he needed every breath, every molecule of oxygen and yet still he could barely control his breathing.
He had given up trying to speak, to even move really as his body was pinned to the floor not by Noah’s weight but by the sheer utter exhaustion he felt in every part of his body. His legs felt like lead, his arms were so weighted down he was certain that the entire tree had fallen in on him and yet he knew nothing rested on top of his gleaming naked body except the draped arm of Noah. God how that felt to have that limp arm laid across his still heaving chest and yet despite the feeling of unbearable weight on his body, the feel of Noah’s arm wasn’t like any weight at all, more like a feather gently floating on top of his skin. He could feel the matted tiny hairs that he had on his chest tingle with the wind’s breeze or was it from Noah’s closeness?
Dakota couldn’t be sure which it was and for his money he was fairly certain it was Noah’s closeness and not the warm night air that made him tingle still. First to have felt Noah deep inside of his own body had been one sensation that still made him moan a little, still made his body itch as it craved more of the sweet throbbing pole that had entered him but even that paled in comparison to the vivid images that flashed still before his eyes. How amazing it was to have seen that young pale body rising above him, to tower even over him and then the touch. Oh God that first touch of his fingers against the base of his cock had almost made him explode right then and there and yet he hadn’t, instead he had held on far longer than he thought possible given all that he had experienced, that he had felt.
His body quivered a little as he continued to see the wild images of Noah’s body above his, the strange look on his face as he had first lowered his body onto his and the sudden popping open of his eyes as he let Dakota’s thick tool enter him. He still shook at the mere thought of that moment, at how Noah’s face suddenly went pure white as the pain came to him and yet too it was like almost at the same time that he saw the eyes flicker and flash and while the face was chalk white from the tearing aside of his hole his body seemed to suddenly have grown hotter, the desire suddenly becoming stronger than the pain he had been feeling. Dakota could still see the transformation as the pain that was rising was halted just as Noah’s mouth opened wide to yell and instead he could see the desire, the absolute commitment to what he was doing suddenly take charge of his body and no more pain was left etched across Noah’s face. He saw the eyes shake in their sockets as Noah forced his body lower, forced more of Dakota’s thick pole into his tight rectum.
Shivered with reliving of the moment made the arm move slightly down his chest, now resting across the flat washboard belly and Dakota heard a soft murmur of joy come from just next to his shoulder. He couldn’t believe the feelings he still felt, could still feel really as he felt the soft gentle breath of Noah fan across his shoulder, only making him tremble a little more as the images continued to play in his mind and in his heart and deep in his soul. To see that face, all scrunched up as it pushed down, as Noah’s will and desire took charge over the pain and forced it away, as it let in Dakota’s love and passion was something he couldn’t still quite accept or believe. No one had ever shown him such devotion, such passion as Noah showed him in that one brief second when he battled the sudden pain of entry with his own desire to feel the love and to make them both become one.
For him the amazing thing was that he had felt that pain himself, felt the sudden searing jolt his entry had caused Noah and he had wanted to stop, wanted to pull his thick throbbing pole away but something, whether it was Noah’s own body or his own need that held him in place he wasn’t sure, but he hadn’t resisted, he had laid there still, letting the desire from above decide the choice. His own body had felt like a steel rope all twisted and coiled ready for unleashing and yet he could still feel every flinch of Noah’s muscles, every sinew that shook and shuddered to his entry. It was amazing and he shook his head a little, wondering how lucky could he be to have felt such love, such passion and at his age too?
There was no doubt now in his mind as to how much he loved and cared for Noah, and he could feel that love that passions being returned to him a thousand fold. Each time he would ask himself if Noah was the one he would now see that face, the eyes gazing outwards lost in the moment of pain and sweet joy all at once. Turning his face slightly he stared across at Noah who lay next to him. His eyes were closed but he could tell that he was awake, that he too was reliving those moments and for a second he wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling about that time when once more he saw Noah’s face towering above him and he had his answer.
“It’s weird isn’t it?”
For a moment or two he didn’t move, instead he just laid there, his arm resting across the rippling belly of his man, of his lover. How good it felt to feel those muscles shake and tremble each time his arm moved just a fraction of an inch even, knowing that it desired him almost as much as its owner did. He could feel any better even though every part of his body ached and groaned from the experience. Hell he could still feel the emptiness in his rectum from where Dakota’s cock had briefly filled. Just thinking that brought up the clearest image of that hot thick pulsing pole and he could feel his tongue licking at his lips as he wondered how it would feel to ride that pole again, knowing his body was unable to move and yet the desire was there, just as fervent as before if not more so. He had a taste of it and as much as the pain continued to roll deep inside of him, he wanted to feel it again and for longer and deeper than before.
His eyes flashed and he knew that Dakota could read his thoughts, knew that the hot stud next to him desired him as much as he did and that he was willing to oblige but that he too couldn’t move, that all their energy had been spent and was still not yet returned. If this wasn’t love then he didn’t know if he could survive love because he had given this his all and had barely survived it. The pain was so intense inside of him and yet it didn’t hurt like he had thought, at least not in the way he had thought. In some ways it had hurt more but in a weird sort of way that made him happy, made him want to feel it over and over again. His body trembled with the notion of once more rising up, of once more straddling Dakota’s long lithe body and of taking that massive organ deep inside, but as much as he wanted it, he knew that he just didn’t have the strength to even lift his head up.
“Kind of, in a good way though…”
“Yeah, I never, I mean I want you so much but… I am wasted man, you totally were awesome Noah, I mean…”
“Me? Shit if I had only known how good this would feel after I’d never have freaked before, God Dakota is it always like this?”
“I don’t know, this is like a first for me too, I never felt this drained before, never. And yet as drained as I feel I wish I could just reach out and lift you up and sit you on top again, but I can barely move my head… I can’t believe how I feel Noah, it was so… so…”
Just hearing him talk like that made him squirm a little and he could feel that press inside, that special touch as Dakota’s hard throbbing pole had dug deep down into his body and once more he felt its power, felt it radiant heat as he heard the desire in Dakota’s voice. Yeah he could imagine that and he could see those strong arms holding him by the waist, hoisting him up to sit him down squarely on top of that fiery purple cockhead with the veins sticking out and pulsing as the blood rushed thru them. God he wished that Dakota would do that, lift him up and fill him again but then too he knew he would never last a second, that his body just was too spent, too drained to even sit upright for more than a second, if that.
“Me too, and yet I can think of lots of words to say, but, shit, they don’t fit, they aren’t as… you know as meaningful I guess… silly huh?”
“Uh huh, it is kind of like, I don’t know, like a drug I guess, a good kind that just overtakes you, damn I wish I knew how to say this”
“You are doing fine Dakota, just hearing your voice is enough, Christ I didn’t think I’d be able to speak after that first… well you know, that first rush. Except, I don’t know, it only got more intense, god I want to do it again, and again…”
It was exactly how he felt too and he could feel it as Noah said it. The way his body suddenly grew hot and how the blood inside started to boil the instant his penis touched that moist pink hole and he felt the jolt of electricity pass between them, uniting them in the passion that they both felt for each other. It really did feel like that and yet in some ways it felt different too, like it wasn’t at full force yet, as if there was still more juice in the jolt to be released if they dared. It scared him that what they had done so far might only be a small taste of what lay ahead and yet it also thrilled him and made him think of Montana once more, at how he had spoken to him that night, telling him how when he found Mr Right that he would know how Montana had felt and how all people who truly loved another felt. IT was like he had suddenly been granted permission to be a part of some exclusive club, and he only had one foot in the door for now.
“Really?”
“Um, yeah, but I cant move, I feel like every bone is gone from my body… well almost everyone, shit, I can’t believe it but I got a boner right now”
“Haha, Christ, me too, well not totally but its getting there”
Noah’s eyes opened a bit wider as he looked into Dakota’s face and stared into the rich chocolate eyes. God how dreamy they looked, so rich, so full of desire that he wished he could just reach out and lick them, tasting that rich flavour that was Dakota. He breathed in deeply, smelling the scent that was partly Dakota but also partly him and he smiled, his hard groin beginning to ache even more as the thick vein pulsed before his eyes and he saw it again, the deep mottled red flesh glowing in front of him. God to think that it looked even bigger now than when he had first really looked at it and to think that he couldn’t wait to feel it dive deep into his tiny hole once more only made his ache grow stronger, his desire become stronger.
“Shit, are we weird or is this the way it is supposed to be?”
“Fuck if I know”
“Huh? But I am not your first… how can you…”
“No, you aren’t my first, uh, my first fuck, it is just, shit, it is like you are my first in so many other ways, like, well, it is like all I ever did before this, with the others, was enter and pump and cum, but this wasn’t that, I can’t… I can’t explain it Noah, but it is like you were my first, the first one I ever really wanted to be with, in this way and any other way possible, shit, I sound like a damn flamer, it is just that, I don’t know how this is supposed to be, I never cared for anyone this way before, not like I do for you…”
“For real?”
“Yeah”
“Me too”
Somehow Noah managed to find enough energy to move his body closer so that his warm flesh was touching Dakota’s body wherever possible. His hand had moved down the belly, his fingers resting just above the groin, the fingers lightly laid outwards, as if they were reaching once more for that hot throbbing pole. His eyes were flashing as he continued to stare deeply into Dakota’s face, seeing the passion there, feeling it reach for his own and knowing that what he felt for Dakota was real, wasn’t just a dream or something worse but that it was for real, that it existed here and now and forever.
“I know”
“Spooky huh?”
“Kind of, uh, this is so weird and yet, fuck Noah I wish we could always be together and yet…”
“Me too, but we’ll see each other at school, after all we share a locker, remember?”
“Haha, how could I forget, but shit… school… fuck that is going to be hard… I mean uh, well, you know…”
For the moment all he could think of was what it would be like to have Dakota one more time, to summon the energy to do it just once more before he fell asleep but the mention of school ended his passion and his sudden urge to feel that hard thick pole once more. The fear rose quickly and he could feel it coming not just from his own mind but he could feel it coming from Dakota too. God, how could he have forgotten about school and guys like Hector?
“Shit, I don’t know, do you think they’ll find out? I mean if we just play it cool during the day, they will never know, right?”
Everything grew darker for him as he tried to answer Noah, tried to wonder if he could really keep his hands from reaching out for Noah each time they saw each other or would his desire betray them both? Would he be able to hold back from just wanting to grab Noah and hug him and kiss him or would his need for him put them both at risk? Christ he felt so scared all of a sudden, knowing that exposure would hurt Noah more than him in many ways, he at least had a taste of that when it got around about Montana but still, how could he let Noah experience any of that?
“Fuck, I don’t know, I mean, not like we have a choice really, and yet, shit, I don’t know Noah, if they do it’ll be fucking hell, if we can keep it between us that will be fucking hell too, I mean, I just… I just want to be with you, to hold you and stuff, and… shit I don’t know”
Noah could hear the pain and fear in Dakota’s voice and he felt it too, unsure of what he could say or do to help because he knew better than Dakota what it would be like if guys like Hector ever found out about them. He could feel the cold creeping thru his body where only a few minutes earlier it had felt like a blast furnace inside of him, now it was becoming like a frozen wasteland as his mind conjured up a myriad of horrors, worse than any painted words on a locker had been. His heart ached as his hand rested on Dakota’s belly, trembling with the fear until he felt the soft squeeze of Dakota’s hand on top of his own. Noah felt the love reaching for him and yet he also felt the fear, both battling within him for dominance as he wondered if he could keep his desire secret, if he could not suddenly run towards Dakota each time he saw him in the hallway or even if he could hold back from wanting to just nestle into the crook of his arm each morning. The fear was winning as he felt Dakota’s hand take his and move it up to Dakota’s face, and he felt the soft brush of his lips against the back of his hand and finally he managed to turn his face upwards and gaze into the face of the boy who had captured his heart and soul.
“Dakota… I… I don’t know if… I mean I know I have to, it is just that…”
“I know, me too Noah, but we don’t have any choice, fuck, why does it have to be like this? Fuck… Damn them, maybe we should… I mean…”
“What? I don’t…”
“I can’t, I wish I could, but Noah this will only, I mean… fuck I want you so badly, to be with you always, but if we do, you are going to get hurt, and I don’t want that… I couldn’t live with that, I mean you deserve…”
“Stop it, you are scaring me Dakota, what are you saying?”
“I don’t know, maybe we should… should just stop this…”
“WHAT?” NO! No Dakota, please, you can’t mean that… Please I don’t know how I could… NO! NO I WON’T LET You!”
It was like a knife being driven slowly into his heart. How could Dakota even think that he wondered as he suddenly found the strength to sit up, to yank his hand from out of Dakota’s grasp as his whole body shook with a mixture of rage and fear. How dare he try that, after what he had gone through to think that Dakota could even think something like that had him in turmoil and yet the fear inside knew that all Dakota was doing was trying to protect him.
Well fuck that he thought, he wasn’t some 12 year old kid, he was almost a man and so what if they found out, fuck them because what he had with Dakota none of them would ever have, he knew that in his soul as his body ached from the sudden movement and yet he ignored it, sitting up and staring down at the surprised Dakota. No, he wouldn’t give up what he had just found because some fucking assholes were scared of who they were, it was their problem not his and he wouldn’t let this go, no fucking way would he let Dakota be anything less than he was to him now. He couldn’t, not if what he felt had been real and he could feel the throb inside of him, that special ache that he had felt the second Dakota had penetrated his body and become a part of him. No, this wasn’t going to be his first and last time feeling that way, not as long as he could breath and the fire in his soul rose up, his eyes flashed with bolts of anger and passion as he tried to control his breathing, as he tried to formulate the words he needed to convince Dakota that he was more than able to handle this, that he was willing to take whatever happened as long as he could be with Dakota.
“You don’t realize how bad it can be Noah, Shit, I don’t want this, God you have to believe me, I wish I could be with you, 24 hours a day every day of the week, I have never felt like this before, never really wanted to be with someone half as much as I want to be with you, please, you have to believe that”
“I do, Christ I do Dakota, but I won’t let you sacrifice us because of them, they don’t deserve it, hell I don’t deserve it, not now, not after tonight, I couldn’t handle it.”
Dakota saw the way Noah’s eyes were glaring, the fire inside flickering with each word that Noah spoke. It was like tiny bolts of lightning each time he said a word, tiny bolts that flashed and pierced outwards. His own body ached as he too found the strength to sit up, to look directly into Noah’s face and as much as he admired the sudden courage he doubted if Noah could keep it up for long. He had been there, had seen how it worn his own brother down until finally
“I know that, I know it isn’t right, but fuck what else can we do? I know I couldn’t go seeing you without betraying our secret, I know I am not that strong, not around you, shit… and you know you aren’t either, Christ man you shot your wad just being next to me and that was before tonight, how the fuck are you going to control how you feel now? No, this sucks but…”
“No, I won’t let you, I don’t care what you say, I’ll find a way to control it, just like you will, please Dakota…”
“I can’t Noah, I don’t care for myself, it is you I care about, and those guys, they’ll eat you alive, trust me I have seen just a hint of that crap, I know what I am saying…”
He was losing the fight, he could sense it in Dakota’s voice and the thought of never once more touching, holding, or even kissing Dakota was too much for him. Tears rolled down his face as he sat there, legs crossed in front of him and his head bowed down but deep inside, where he still could feel Dakota’s presence he refused to surrender, refused to give up what seemed like a hopeless struggle.
“Fine, then I’ll… I’ll out myself”
At first he didn’t think he heard him right but then he knew inside that he had and he felt the cold chill racing up and down his spine. How could Noah even think of doing something like that? Didn’t he understand that by doing that he would get the crap kicked out of him? SHit, if he did do that, could he stand by and let that shit happen to the guy he said he cared for? Fuck, he was screwed either way because all he wanted was to protect Noah, to not let him get hurt and so he knew that by sacrificing what he wanted, by letting Noah go he could do that, would all be for nothing if Noah went and did that. How could he? Didn’t he realize how it would all play out? It was confusing to him, and he wasn’t sure how or what to say, because he never had felt this way before, never understood what it had meant to be in love until now, and it made no sense.
“Huh? Noah… Christ don’t talk stupid”
“I am not, I mean it, what difference will it make?”
“A fucking lot, shit if you go do that, I mean, you don’t have to, don’t you see? This is what I am trying to tell you, if we stop this now, you won’t have to do that, no one will know about you, you will be safe”
“Safe? Fuck that shit man, I know how I feel, in here, inside me right now, I know that what I felt when you were inside, it is what I want to feel all the time, if I can’t have that then what the fuck is the use? What difference does it make then if they know or not? Least this way I’ll be who I am, not some stupid wimp hiding…”
“Christ Noah, you’ll get the crap beaten out of you, and take it from me, that isn’t a good feeling, hell it won’t make you feel any more like a man…”
“I don’t care, I mean it Dakota, if I can’t have you why should I hide who I am? So what if I get knocked down a few times or punched, what fucking difference will that make? Okay, it’ll hurt, I’ll probably cry too, so what? It can’t hurt any more than how I am hurting right now, just imagining what it would be like not to hold you, not to touch you or kiss you or anything… no, I’d rather get punched than live without you.”
He felt desperate now, seeing the look coming into Noah’s eyes and he remembered that look, it was no different of a look than the one Montana had when he finally gave up, when he finally let himself stop fighting and it tore deep into Dakota’s heart as he felt like he was about to lose again. It was as if he was been shown a glimpse of what could be and then just as he was about to reach for it, to embrace it, it was suddenly taken away from him, just as
“Fuck… Noah… I can’t… I can’t let you do that, don’t you see? It isn’t about a punch or two, fuck they’ll get you down, they’ll take the boots to you, fuck man they could kill you… is that what you want?”
Strange, as much as Dakota tried to scare him he didn’t care. It was almost as if someone had switched off a light inside of him and all he could think about was how lonely, how empty his whole life would be without Dakota to share it with. It was freaky because he couldn’t understand the feeling, couldn’t quite explain it to himself let alone to anyone else but it was sort of, well sort of like without Dakota there would be a huge hole inside of him. A hole that no one could ever fill but Dakota and he just knew that he couldn’t live with that hole, it just wouldn’t be worth it and he grew resigned to knowing that his own life just wouldn’t be anything with that hole inside. The thought of someone or more than just one kicking at him, punching at him, it didn’t appeal to him and in fact it did scare him but that fear was nothing compared to the fear of trying to live with that hole inside.
“Maybe”
“Noah!”
“I don’t care Dakota, if I can’t be with you, what difference does it make?”
“Fuck that is dumb, you will find someone else, give it time, shit man, you can’t just… I mean…”
“Find someone else? Yeah maybe, but they’ll never touch me the way you have, they’ll never make me feel the way you do, even now, so why bother? I don’t want second best, I want you”
“Noah… please, think about this…”
“I have, I mean it, I don’t give a shit what Hector or any of them do if it means not having you, don’t you see that? We are meant for each other, I knew that the second I saw you leaning on the locker, you know it, you felt it too, tell me you didn’t, tell me right now you don’t feel the same way? Go on, tell me!”
“I can’t… shit you know that”
“Then…”
‘Then’ echoed inside his head as he sat there, knowing that he was facing a choice, a decision that would perhaps define him. Funny, he had thought that his taking the chance to go and knock on Noah’s window that first night would be that moment, would be the one thing that would define who he was but now, now he realized that it was only a prelude to this moment in time. He lowered his head to stare down at his naked legs crossed in front of him, his hands rested on them and he could see the slight murmur or vibration of his fingers as his heart pounded loudly inside of his chest.
How could he let Noah do what he said he’d do if he cared for him? How could he stand by and let others beat on him or worse if he really felt the way he thought he had felt the second he had seen Noah coming down the hallway? It was just like he had said, the instant he saw the smaller figure walking he felt that hitch in his heart and now, after all that they had felt he knew that moment hadn’t been an illusion, that it was real, just as Montana had warned him it would be.
Funny, he could sit here now knowing that what he said next would make or break him as a person, and yet he could hear his brother’s laugh, see his face smiling as he had explained to his 13 year old brother how love was a wonderful feeling that filled you with strange new feelings, that it would soothe you in times of trouble and yet lead you to trouble too because it was a hard taskmaster. It would demand your best not just once in awhile but always and he knew now that his love for Noah was just that, demanding of him something he didn’t know if he could give.
His heart was still now, the beat suddenly quietened down as his spirit ached as he tried to make the right decision. He wasn’t sure which way to turn and then he felt his brother’s presence. His eyes grew moist as he hesitantly lifted his head to gaze outwards, and he saw Noah’s face before him. God how beautiful he looked, so loving, so caring and as he looked at the face he saw his brother’s face too, his own dark eyes piercing with the flame of life inside as he seemed to be resting his head on Noah’s shoulder. He felt his presence inside too as his heart skipped a beat and his lungs sucked in a breath of air.
A strange warmth came to him, forcing the cold chill of his fear back, and he stared at Noah and his brother, the two people who had touched his heart unlike any other person had. He felt the love coming from both and he closed his eyes, afraid of looking, afraid that it would be the last time he would see those two faces and yet as his eyes closed, he felt the warmth, felt the sudden rise of temperature deep down inside of him and then he could hear the soft beat next to his heart, the soft gentle beat of not one but of two hearts and he trembled from the fear of it, knowing that Noah and his brother were both with him now, both of them trying to see into his own heart, to see what he truly felt and he panicked at that for a moment or two, wishing he could jump up and run away but his body refused his mind, and he sat there, trembling with the fear that they would know his secret, his thoughts.
The sound of his brother’s voice in his ear made him start a little, made his body squirm too as he heard him talking, heard him asking him why he was so afraid, asking him why he was willing to be alone when right across from him sat his perfect match, his perfect partner. He had no answer for his brother as he lifted his eyelids open, to stare into Noah’s face, to see the powder blue eyes gazing at him with nothing but love inside of them. He could feel his heart too, the soft gentle beat and once more he felt that moment, felt the wild strange feeling that had rushed into his body the split second that his hard throbbing pole had pierced the inside of Noah’s virgin body.
“Then… then I guess we take them on together”
Noah had sat perfectly still, seeing the way Dakota’s face was all scrunched up as he tried to work it all out inside of him and he didn’t feel frightened now. It was like the war was over and that somehow Dakota would not abandon him. He felt it, deep inside and he couldn’t explain it but the fear he had was gone, only a soft warm glow seemed to fill his body as he had stared at Dakota, waiting and now he had his answer and still he just sat there, still and quiet as he looked deep down into Dakota’s heart. He had felt his fear, knew that it wasn’t just that Dakota had been afraid for him, but that Dakota had feared that he might not be strong enough to face the Hector’s himself. Somehow though, he had worked beyond that, and he sighed a little as he realized that for now, that hole would not happen.
He felt the love around him and he could see Dakota’s eyes now, the way they were still scared but at least no longer did he look petrified by that fear and he glanced down, to see that they both were holding onto each other’s hands. He had no idea when or how it had happened but it had. He closed his fingers over Dakota’s a bit tighter now as he felt the love warming his heart and chasing away the last remnants of fear that lingered near by. Noah was about to speak when they heard the cry, the shrill voice of a girl calling their names.
Dakota heard it too and for a moment or two he just ignored it, but finally he yelled out, asking
“Ma sent me, uh Noah’s parents are here for him, so uh… you better get decent and hurry back, I don’t think uh… just hurry okay?”
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