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Nate & I

By: Gay_sex_only



The bell to end the last hour of the day sounded. It's always a relief but especially on Fridays. School sucks. I gathered my books and walked into the hallways. The loud talking and slamming locker doors filled my ears, so I never would've seen it coming.

Two of the homophobic jocks ran to catch up with me. Being the only openly gay student at my school was Hell. I got picked on like no other. They called my derogatory names all the time. This time though, they knocked my binder from my arms and laughed like they were doing something original. They kept going along and I sighed. Nothing really new.

The few people that were left lingering merely looked down at me while I collected the papers that had scattered everywhere. It was humiliating to have to be on the dirty floor picking up my stuff. It took a while and people stepping on them and dragging them across the hall didn't help.

Once I had finally managed to get situated once again and back on my feet, I saw the buses through the glass doors starting to leave. It jumped into my mind that my parents weren't home for the weekend so that was my only way home.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath as I took off into a run. My bag clumsily bounced against me as I ran. I got to the end of the hall and burst through the doors. I tried to catch the bus, but it was already pulling away from the stop sign. I saw the two guys who had made my mess in the back window snickering. I hated them so much.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. My house was way to far to walk home, but it was starting to look like I had no other choice. I looked around, but I was alone. I sighed and sat down on an old bench to think. I zoned out for a few minutes sitting there.

'At least it's not raining,'I thought to myself. If my life was a movie, that's when it would start pouring down, but my life is not a movie and something different happened.

I heard the door fall shut. I turned around to see who it was. I was desperate enough to ask someone for a ride. It was Nate. One of the popular guys of my senior class. One of the jocks' friends. My stomach turned over inside of me and I hesitated. I had pretty good reason to believe he'd laugh in my face if I even said hi to him, but I guess beggars can't be choosers, right?

I studied him for a moment though. Something was off. He walked with his head down. That wasn't like him. Upon closer inspection, his eyes had bags saying that he hadn't been sleeping lately. As he drew closer, I had to bring every single ounce of courage I could muster to say something. 

"Hey," I managed with a dry mouth and standing up. I seemed to have snapped him out of some deep thought. He looked up at me but didn't say a thing. I cleared my throat.

"I don't know if you know me or anything. I'm Oliver, and I know this might seem a little weird. But uh, I don't really have a way home... Could I maybe get a ride? I'll pay you gas money," I told him trying my hardest to not sound stupid. He didn't answer immediately, and I wanted to throw up. I had had a crush on this guy since I first moved into the school freshman year. And as he's aged to 18, he's gotten even hotter. As I've aged to 18, I've changed a lot. I'd like to believe I've gotten better looking, but nowhere near his level. 

"Um, yeah sure," he said hesitantly. I swallowed hard and picked up my bag. I followed him across the parking lot in silence. We approached a new model black mustang. I paused to make sure it was his car. He unlocked the doors and we both climbed in. 

"I like your car," I told him trying to make some conversation. It seemed to catch him off guard again.

"Thanks, I got it for my sixteenth birthday," he replied. "So where is it that you live?"

I explained it to him.

"Oh, you live right down the street from me," he said as he started the engine.

"Really? I've never seen you around," I said. 

"I'm not home all that often honestly, and I visit my mom in the summer," he told me backing up. I couldn't help but admire his jawline as he strained to look behind him. I kept my hands in my lap in an awkward way. I hated myself for being so damn introverted, but I couldn't help it really. 

"Oh," was all I could come up with to say. As we left school grounds, the car became heavier with a silence. I had no clue what to say, so I just played with my ring that I always wear. It helped me calm my nerves when I had nothing else. 

"Thanks by the way. I don't know how I would've gotten home if you hadn't still been here," I said. 

"No problem, I like waiting it out to avoid the rush," he explained. He still seemed to be deep in thought. His eyebrows furrowed. 

"And ya know... I was kinda scared to ask you," I mentioned with a somewhat forced laugh. I don't really know why I said that, but I did. 

"Really? Why?" He asked. This caught his attention and brought him out of his mind. He looked over at me for a second.

"Well... I was afraid you'd laugh at me or something... like all your friends do," I said looking intensely at the road in front of us as if it were so interesting. 

"Jake and Brent? Those guys are assholes... Honestly, I don't even like them. The only reason I hang around them is because of football," he admitted to me. As much as I could believe he was just like them, I wanted to believe he was different. Kinder. 

"Yeah they are," I said exhaling. "I've had to deal with their shit since I moved here."

"Man, I'm sorry. I can't imagine what it'd be like to get that kind of treatment every single day. I don't know how you do it," he trailed off. He stared at the road for more than the reason of driving. I could just tell. I looked over at him. I took in his appearance before I said anything further. Everything about him screamed sex. He was tan. He had dark hair that fell perfectly without effort. He had bulging biceps and probably washboard abs. From what I saw, he didn't have any body hair. His eyes were a pretty brown. They twinkled. 

"Yeah, it sucks but I guess I can't really take the ignorance out of them," I said and the car started to slow down. We were on a deserted road that was about halfway between our school and our neighborhood. I was confused. Then, the worst thing went through my mind, as it always does. 

"Don't tell me you're kicking me out," I said before I really knew what was happening. Just by association, it still scared me he was going to screw me over. Like it's some cruel joke on the queer kid. He turned to me. 

"What? No. No, I wouldn't do that," he said. He swallowed, and it was evident something was on his mind, burdening him. I turned to him. 

"Is... something wrong?" I asked genuinely concerned for him. He looked down, avoiding eye contact. 

"Can I tell you something?" He said, his voice cracking. 

"Yeah, sure," I told him. It was then that I saw a tear fall from his eye to the console. I started to realize just how serious things were getting.

"You have to swear you won't tell anyone," he emphasized, still not looking at me. 

"I won't. Promise," I reassured. Then, he looked at me. His eyes were glossy from tears. They were even prettier than before. Even when he was emotionally torn in half and breaking down, he was so attractive. He calmed himself down a bit and sighed. 

"Oliver... I'm- I'm gay...," he managed to get out. We maintained eye contact for a moment after that. I was shocked to say the least. He was the last person I ever would've guessed to be gay. 

"I- I never would've thought... Really?" I said without much thought to it. I knew he was serious. Who gets this emotional to try and trick someone? Nobody. 

"You're the only person I've told. I can't tell anyone else. The whole team would beat me up. I wouldn't have any friends left. Hell, my dad would probably kick me out of the house," he went on to say. Tears started to fall a little more. It was all so much to take in at once. The most words we had ever exchanged was when he said sorry for almost hitting me with a door. 

"It's okay, Nate. It's all okay... I know what you're feeling right now. I went through the same thing when I first figured it all out... And I want you to know that, I'm gonna be here for you. It's a hard to thing to go through alone, but you won't have to. Promise," I said trying to comfort him. As his tears glided down his cheeks, I reached out and gently placed my hand on his arm to comfort him. 

"Th-thank you," he said calming down. He wiped his eyes and looked at me. We sat there a moment so I could let him gather his thoughts. He looked at his steering wheel. 

"What's it like?" He asked me in a quiet voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked half because I wanted to hear him say it and half because I wasn't a hundred percent sure what he was asking. He brought his eyes back to me.

"To... to be with a guy. To hold one. To kiss one... To have sex with one," he breathed out in a pained and quiet voice. I let my hand slide down to armrest but still maintains contact.

"It's... amazing honestly," I reply. I paused. 

"And it's scary at first because it's all so new and foreign from what everyone else does, but it feels good to be honest with yourself," I somewhat rushed in. I looked down a little and tried thinking of how else to explain it.

Before I could say something else, Nate's lips were against mine. I was totally caught off guard, but as soon as I realized what was happening, I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He held it long enough for me to rest my hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and looked out his window in embarrassment. I was still processing that my all time crush who I had previously assumed straight, had just kissed me. 

"Sorry... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...," he trailed off. He wouldn't look at me. His pain filled the car. I pulled his shoulder so that he'd look back at me. I got him to and his eyes were filled with worry.

"It's completely fine... It was nice," I said with a small smile. He looked at me wanting to believe me and eventually did.

"Oliver... Can I ask you something else?" He asked me slowly.

"Of course," I replied with a smile.

"Do you... like me?" He asked. This made my heart skip a beat. I looked out in front of us. I swallowed.

"I've had a crush on you since I first saw you," I said a small voice. I was embarrassed to admit that I'd liked him for so long.

"Well... ever since I first really found out that I was... gay. I've kinda liked you too," he admitted, still not used to proclaiming himself as homosexual. I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. He saw and smiled too.

"Wow," is all I could say. I said it in amazement, not sarcasm. It was a truly blissful moment in my life. To hear that coming from Nate. We sat and soaked in all the information we had just received from each other. My hands were back in my lap playing with my ring. 

"Oliver," he said to me. 

"Yeah?" I replied looking to him.

"Could you show me what it's like?" Nate asked me shyly. It was so different to be the person that someone's shy to talk to. 

I didn't say anything to him. Instead, I let my hand rise and glide towards his slowly. I made contact and his hands were clammy from nerves I guess, but it didn't matter. I rested my hand on his and then laced our fingers together. He reflexively did the same, and we were hiding hands. We both savored the moment. He let out a sigh of relief and I relaxed.

"My parents are out of town for the weekend. That's why I didn't have a ride home today," I said, breaking the comfortable silence. "We could go there if you wanted."

"Yeah. Okay," he said softly. He sat up and reluctantly let go of my hand to shift the car into drive. I didn't like that he did, but he reprieved me when he grabbed it again as he began driving. I smiled and leaned a little more towards him. 

We didn't really have a conversation the rest of the ride to my house, but it was awkward like it was before. It was one of those silences that was okay. When I needed to, I pointed to my house, and we pulled into my driveway. He let go of my hand, parked, and killed the engine. I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car.

I guided him into my house and we walked to my room. I opened the door still in disbelief that Nate was with me. I put my bag and book down and turned to him. 

"Well, this is where I live," I said with a smile. He looked genuinely interested in it. He examined the things on my bookshelf, which had just about everything but books. 

"This is cool," he said looking at a a small statue. 

"Thanks, I got it on my trip to Spain last summer," I mentioned casually. He nodded and I held my breath and reached out. I lightly put my hand on his side. He flinched a bit but didn't fight it. He breathed a little quicker. 

"That's... that's nice," he told me. We smiled to each other and I let it rest a bit more. He moved his arm and placed it awkwardly around mine and put it on my shoulder blade. It was obvious that he hadn't done this before and was nervous. It was cute. 

I moved closer to him and our faces drew nearer. We maintained eye contact until he closed his eyes and made the move for a kiss. I closed mine as well and our lips interlocked, softer this time.

We stayed like that for a minute. My hand slid around to his back and my other hand did the same. His other other hand mirrored his hand already on me. Our bodies were only inches away. When we parted, his whispered to me. 

"I've never done this before... I'm kinda nervous," he reminded me. 

"I know. I won't go too fast," I reminded him with a comforting smile. He smiled.

"Thanks," he said before kissing me again. 

'God, if only he knew how many times I had thought about this,' I thought to myself as I melted into our kiss. 

He inhaled without breaking away and pulled me closer. I fell into him and our bodies collided. He was strong though. I didn't throw him off his balance. I couldn't stop myself from smiling and he did the same. 

"What?" He giggled to me.

"Nothing, it's just... just wow. You're too perfect," I said and smiled hard. He laughed airily and we moved towards my bed, which was just a mattress on the floor.

Nate leaned forward and lowered me to sit down. Once I was down, he dropped to his knees so we were still even. He did all of this without ever breaking contact. This obviously wasn't the first time he'd gone through these motions. I was just his first guy.

I leaned back and supported myself with one hand and placed my other one on the side of his face. He brought up his knee and rested one hand on my collar bone. Just this contact with him had me hard as a rock downstairs. 

He pulled off for a breather and I gazed into those eyes again. 

"You have really pretty eyes," I finally told him. He smiled at me. I took this moment of a break and took my ring off of my finger with the same hand. I had learned to remove it with my middle finger and thumb. I put it on my dresser.

I then placed my hand on Nate's chest. I could feel his pecs and his breathing. He was radiating heat even through his shirt. My hand slid across his chest and onto his abs. God, he had hard abs- just like I expected. My hand continued to explore and went around to the small of his back.

Nate took this as a green light to do the same. He let his hand explore my body as well. It slid from collar bone down to my chest and stomach. I was nowhere near as built as he was, but I was thin. He rubbed my chest and dropped his head as he did. We were getting lost in what we were doing. The awkwardness was fading fast. 

I reached up and placed both of my hands on either side of his face and kissed him again. I laid back and we slowly went down. My legs slid out in front of me and his legs held him up on both sides of mine. We got lower until he was resting on one elbow and I was on my back. We kissed harder than before. 

It didn't take long from there until we were French kissing. We were both breathing heavier and kissing harder. I was the one to let my hand slide under his shirt. I felt his bare back and held him tighter. He was so warm. I let my hand run over his back as we kissed. I could tell I was starting to drive him crazy. It's something I was definitely proud of.

He then reached down and grabbed my shirt. He ran his hands up from my stomach to my chest, dragging my shirt up. I pulled his shirt up as well. I wanted to look at him and see it all, but there was no way I'd stop that kiss. 

We only broke long enough to take off our shirts together. In that time I got my first look at him shirtless. I had seen his stomach before when he took his hoodie off and I saw his bellybutton, but seeing his entire upper body was thrilling. I grabbed his sides and pulled him down to me. Our chests came together. We rubbed and he subtlety widened his legs, dropping him closer to me.

Nate then stuck his legs out and was laying on me. There was no doubt he probably felt my hard on, but I didn't care. I kissed me hard as he grabbed my sides and rolled us over. It was such a turn on to be pulled over into him.

His hands wondered from my upper back to my lower back quickly. Then, he started to play with my underwear waistband that stuck out over my jeans. He ran his fingers along it and then just barely under it.

He shifted slightly and that's when I felt it. From what I could feel through our pants, he had a pretty impressive member. I slide to the side and our bulge slid over each other. I drew in a quick breath because of it. 

His hands then went down and grabbed my ass. I gasped again. He pulled me forward and held me there. I went over his head and I felt him kissing my neck. I didn't know it was possible to involuntarily moan, but it was! I let out a moan as he kissed my neck and squeezed my ass. This guy really knew what he was doing.

"God," I let out. He kissed down my neck and to my chest. He started sucking, and it felt so good. I groaned some more.

His hands, almost clumsily, went from my ass to the front of my jeans. He hastily unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. He pushed my jeans but didn't get very far.

I straightened up and looked down at him. I flung my leg off of him and laid down next to him. As I did, he undid his own jeans. We both quickly stripped ourselves of our pants. He was wearing some tight-fitting colorful briefs, and I was wearing dark boxer briefs. His bulge was straining so much against the fabric, it was pulling away from his body. 

We faced each on our sides and simultaneously kissed each other's necks. I pulled my leg up and put it on top of his and my other one went between his muscular thighs. We scooted closer until our bulges were pressed against each other. 

My hand, in a weird position, started at his chest and ran down his body. It was the moment. The moment that I had imagined for four years. My fingers entered his underwear and lifted them out. I chose to not touch him until my whole hand was over it. I could feel the heat hit my hand.

I dropped and held his dick. It was thick. That was my first thought. And then that it was long. From my judgement, he was probably packing about eight inches down there. I wrapped my hand around it and tugged slightly. He gasped at how it felt. 

As I felt him up, he went back to grabbing my ass. At first over my underwear, but then he went under and pulled me into him again. I let out another groan. 

I couldn't take it any longer. I moved out of his reach and put him on his back. My legs both went between his. Nate's legs were spread out in front of me. I grabbed his waistband and smiled up at him. He looked down at me and even with that unflattering angle, he turned me on so bad. 

I pulled his briefs all the way off. His dick was only described as perfect. It was as big as it felt and his pubes were trimmed, not shaved. He was cut and had a pink head. Something I thought was cute was that he had a small little freckle on the side of his shaft about two inches from his head. I could feel the lust. I saw how his balls rested between his legs low enough to touch my bed.


Nate & I Ch. 02



This chapter of the Nate&I story is told from Nate's point of view rather than Oliver's. It'll alternate between them for the duration of the series. 
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*****

My head was still in a haze from the weekend. I couldn't what had happened actually happened. I don't know if I regret the whole thing or if it just scared me. Everything happened so fast. Did I really sleep with Oliver? Or was it all just some dream? Either way, it was enjoyable. It's been on my mind since I left Saturday morning. 

Now, being Monday morning, it's still lingering in my thoughts. I buried it with other thoughts just so I could function without zoning out every five minutes.

I got to school and proceeded to go to my first hour, math. When I walked into class, Jake and Brent were sitting where they always sat. I felt a rush of guilt run over me. I swallowed hard and sat down next to them. Brent turned to me, and Jake was talking to some other guys on the team.

"Hey, Nate," Brent said casually. 

"Hey, man. What's up?" I responded trying my best not to sound so nervous. It was ridiculous. How would they have found out? They read minds or smell Oliver on me. 

"Not much, but guess who's taking Heather out this weekend," he continued. 

"Who?" I asked not even thinking. 

"Me! We're going to the movies and then I'm gonna take her out to the back roads if ya know what I mean," Brent suggested as he pushed on my arm. I was feeling too uptight to act normal. 

"Nate, what's up with you? You're acting like you've got a stick up your ass," Brent commented. My stomach turned.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I'm gonna go get a drink before the bell rings," I told him, and I stood up and left the classroom.

I walked quickly through the crowd of people to the restrooms. The room was dirty and smelled awful. I hated going in there, but it provided some much needed privacy. No one else was in there. 

I rested my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror at myself. I needed to calm down. No one was ever going to find out about me and Oliver. It just wasn't going to happen. Nobody could've seen us. I turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto my face. The cool water was refreshing and helped me get a grip. I was gonna be fine.

I made my way back to my class. I managed to get myself through whatever conversation Brent brought up. The bell was still a relief though. I didn't have second or third hour with Brent or Jake. That didn't stop me from tapping my pencil constantly. I guess you could call it a nervous tick. I think I did it subconsciously because I had been told to stop multiple times. Oh well.

Lunch that day made me want to throw up for a number of reason: guilt, anxiety, the food. 

"What color do you think Heather's gonna look like naked?" Brent asked us. I had to keep myself from making a face. 

"I bet she's pretty fucking hot. I saw she's got a belly button piercing," Jake commented. 

"I'm more interested in what's below that," Brent joked. Jake laughed and I forced a smile to them. 

"Yeah, that'll be great," I said. 

"Hey, Nate. Have you heard back about that football scholarship yet?" Jake asked. I had to think for a second about what they were talking about before it hit me. 

"Oh. No not yet. I'm kinda nervous about it though. This is really what I'm relying on," I confessed. 

"Nah, don't be. You're too badass of a player for them to pass up," Jake said elbowing me. I cracked a smile. God, I hope he was right. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get it. I don't know what my dad would do if I didn't get it. 

"Dude, I can't even tell what that shit is," Brent commented as we got closer to the food. I had to admit, it looked pretty disgusting. 

"You said it. Shit," Jake laughed. The two of them snickered like a couple of immature kids. They kinda were when you thought about it. We got our trays and made our way to our table.

I toned out Brent and Jake's talking as we walked. The cafeteria was full of mindless chatter, screeching chairs, and that annoying guy who never stopped playing the guitar. On top of it all, the smell of my lunch was pretty unpleasant. 

"Hey, Nate," Oliver said to me. He had come out of nowhere with a bag of chips and a soda. His lunch was more appetizing than mine already. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt my face get hot. He stood for a second waiting for my response. We all stood in silence long enough for an awkwardness to take place. 

It wasn't me to break it though. Brent and Jake's laughing did. I wish it had been me though. Oliver's attention went to them. I looked over to them too. 

"What is this? The school fag thinks he can come over and talk to us?" Brent laughed. Jake laughed along with him. Some of guys already sitting did too. Oliver gave them a cold look. 

"If you weren't so narrow minded maybe you'd see we aren't so different," Oliver defended. This only made them laugh more. I could see something in him though. There seemed to be something of a new kind of confidence in his eyes. Believe me, I'm glad he was confident in himself. I just don't want him to get himself hurt, and I know that Brent and Jake would make that happen. I knew he wasn't that ready. 

"We're alike? I don't think so," Jake said, but Oliver still gave them that hostile look. 

"What do you say we show this freak who he really has things in common with?" Brent suggested as he turned to Jake. They both say their trays down at the table and turned to Oliver. I didn't know what to do. I really liked Oliver, but I couldn't do anything without getting outed and given the same treatment. 

"What are you-" Oliver began. His newfound confidence had turned back to insecurity as they forcefully pushed him out the doors. I followed them.

As soon as we were all out of view of any teachers, Jake and Brent grabbed Oliver by the arms. They dragged him, and all his efforts weren't enough to break free. I couldn't help my distressful looks, but I was behind them. I then realized what they were doing. 

Jake and Brent were taking him to the dumpster. I hated myself for not growing a pair and standing up for him. All he had done was say hi to me. I didn't even give him a word. 

Brent and Jake turned him around and slammed him against the nasty metal. Oliver was scared. I could see it in his eyes.

"Guys, don't waste your time on him. It's not worth it," I said trying to convince them to just let him go. They ignored me. 

"Now this is who you have a lot in common with," Brent snarled at him. Oliver looked at both of them, begging with his eyes for them not to do it. He then found me. His eyes were filled with fear and a sense of betrayal. I couldn't bare to see him like that any longer. I looked away. I couldn't watch it.

I heard Jake and Brent lift him off and shove him into the garbage. I heard Oliver's scream and Brent and Jake's laughter. They brushed off their hands and walked back towards me. I wasn't even close to smiling. I looked back at the dumpster. Oliver wasn't emerging. No doubt, he was just laying there. I wanted to go help him. I really did, but that would destroy everything I had worked almost four years for. Everyone would bully me for being gay whether they thought I was or not. I've seen how bad Oliver got it. Surely he wouldn't wish the same for me, right?

I walked back to lunch with Jake and Brent. I couldn't even eat, let alone talk. When asked about it, I just blamed it on the food. 

Later, all of us were walking back to our classes. Brent and Jake were talking about who knows what. It seemed like all they talked about were girls, football, and first person shooter games. They were like a bad stereotype in a high school movie written by an undereducated adult. I resented them partially for their stupidity and partially because I wish I was that blissfully ignorant.

"Hey. I forgot my uh, bag. I'll meet you guys there," I told them. 

"Alright," Jake said half minded. They didn't care. 

I turned around and jogged back to the cafeteria. I really did forget my bag. My mind's been somewhere else for a while now. I came out of the cafeteria doors and gazed over at the dumpster. The scene replayed in my head and my guilt got even worse. 

I heard something move though. I saw a hand come over the edge. Oliver was still in there. I looked ahead and saw everyone disappear into the building. I ran over to him. Oliver emerged from the fowl smelling place. He was looking down, probably watching where he stepped before he threw one leg over the side. That's when he saw me. His face got red. 

"I... I'm sorry. I just-" I began, but I was cut short when he held his hand up. 

"Save it. I don't want to hear whatever excuse you've come up with," Oliver snapped at me. He brought his other leg over too. He reached down and grabbed his bag. He dropped to the ground and slipped. He landed on his butt. 

"Here," I said quietly and held out my hand to help him up. He just looked up at me like he had look at Brent and Jake earlier. He got up himself. 

"Please, Oliver," I said getting more desperate. I just wanted to apologize. I hated seeing him so hurt, but I didn't know what to do. 

"No, Nate. All I did was say hi to you. And you let your 'friends' throw me in the goddamn dumpster. You didn't even try to stop them," he said. Each anger filled word was like a stab. 

"I'm sorry. I couldn't... help. I would've...," I tried to explain. 

"You would've what? Lost your popularity? Is that what you were worried about? Didn't you say you didn't even like those guys?" He shot back. I was at a loss for words at that point. He stared at me, waiting for an answer. I let my eyes drop, and he walked away. He smelled putrid. He wasn't going to class. He was going home.

I could only stand there for a few minutes. I didn't want to lose Oliver. He's the first guy I've ever liked. He was also the first guy I've ever been with. High school is too damn complicated. 

The rest of the week was even more stressful than usual. Oliver wasn't talking to me. He wouldn't even answer my texts. I knew I was gradually becoming even more reserved than usual. My friends noticed but never bothered to try and find out why. 

I mainly released all the anger and sadness in my seventh hour; athletics. Since it was my final semester, I liked to work out. I lifted weights and did pull ups. I ran laps around the field and did push ups. 

The year has been all too stressful. With finally coming to terms and accepting that I liked guys. It was still weird to think about. But really, I had known since sophomore year. I just pretended I wasn't. I tried dating a ton of girls because I thought maybe it'd make things go back to normal. Nothing worked though. This year, I just gave up and accepted it. 

Honestly, I don't hate the after school rush either. I'm usually the first one to leave. I had had too much on my shoulders that day in particular day. I was in a bathroom stall trying not to cry too loudly. When I gathered myself together to leave, Oliver was sitting there. When he asked me to take him home, I was nervous. I wanted to kiss him there, but I controlled myself. I felt that I could trust him. 

It was Thursday when I cornered him after school. I saw him talking to the drama teacher and I waited outside the door. Everyone else was gone before he came out.

When he did, I stopped him and he rolled his eyes. He tried to go around me, but I stepped in front of him. 

"I don't have anything to say to you," he said sounding tired. 

"Just listen... Please," I said. He relaxed and stood there. 

"I know I fucked up. You have to believe me when I say I feel really shitty about what happened Monday. I was just under so much stress, and I couldn't think of anything I could do to actually help you. I would've just ended up there with you. I see now that that would've been the more noble thing to have done. I just... I'm not ready to come out, Oliver. I'm scared of it. I know you already are. I dunno if it was easy or not for you, but it scares the shit out of me. I really like you though. I really really do," I said. I sounded stupid because I tripped over my words and felt my hands get sweaty. 

He stood there for a few moments silently. I let him process everything. He sighed and looked at me less coldly. 

"I know. I can't out you. That'd be wrong of me. And in hindsight, it was a bad idea to try and talk to you in school. Especially in front of those asses," he said. I sighed in relief and smiled. 

"Does that mean you can forgive me?" I asked. I never thought I'd be the one asking forgiveness from anyone. 

"I guess so," he went on. 

"What if you come spend the night with me? Would that make things better?" I asked him, taking his hand in mine. I smiled at him and looked into his eyes. He looked back at me and couldn't contain his smile anymore. 

"Yeah, that would make things a little better," he said. I smiled and hugged him. He hugged me back, and we walked to the front of the building. I was still weary of anyone seeing us together. 

I called my dad and asked if I could have a friend stay the night. He didn't really care when I did, even if it was on a school night. I'm pretty sure there's been a few times when he never even saw my friend. Hopefully this would be one of those times. 

It took a little more convincing of Oliver's parents. They were a bit stricter on him. He managed to do it though. He just had to get a few things from his place which wouldn't be too bad since it's within walking distance. 

We went over to my house and found that it was one of the days that my dad got home late. It was a relief.

"I get to see your room now," Oliver said with a smile. 

"Oh god. Don't judge me when you see it. It's not nearly as cool as yours," I told him. I guided him to my door which had an engraving that said "Nate's Room: Do Not Enter" on it. 

"Oh how cute," Oliver said with grin. 

"I did that when I was seven okay," I said and just opened it. He stepped inside and looked around. My walls were pretty plain. A poster of a football player was up. I had a small TV and really minimum decoration. 

"I know it's pretty plain," I said before he could comment. 

"True, but it has enough potential. I bet we could do something that could really reflect you," Oliver said turning to me and touching my chest when he said it. 

"Thanks for the offer, but with any luck, I'll be out of here soon," I said with a smile. 

"Awe too bad. I guess I'll just have to help you decorate your apartment then," he remarked. We smiled. 

"Sounds like a plan," I said and leaned in to kiss him. 

He immediately kissed me back, and we embraced each other. I was the one to pull away. 

"We can't do anything here. I don't wanna risk it," I explained to him. 

"I understand. I'll be straight for a night," he said with a really cheesy wink. I couldn't help but laugh. He could not pull off being straight. I'd just have to make sure my dad didn't talk to him. 

He turned around and walked to my bed. I actually had a bed frame. I stepped to him and slapped him on the ass. He jumped and turned around to me with a smile. 

"Good game, man," I said referring to a sports game. We smiled to each other. Oliver cleared his throat. 

"Yeah, you too, dude. I guess we have to go get in the showers now, don't we?" He said in an unnaturally deep voice for him. I laughed. 

"I wish," I told him breaking the sports talk. 

"Same though. I would not mind that one bit," he commented sitting down on my bed. He unapologetically checked me out and bit his lip in a dramatic way. 

The house beeped. It always beeped when a door opened. I felt a blood rush. My dad was home. He didn't take long to get home. I heard him walking our way. I looked at Oliver who was sitting with his arms behind him and legs crossed at the ankle. 

I went over to him quickly and uncrossed his legs and pulled him forward. I put his hands in his lap and had him slouch. He just went with it. My dad opened the door and looked in to us. 

"Hi. We just got here. This is Oliver," I said introducing the two of them. My dad looked skeptically at the two of us for a moment. 

"Mhm. Hi, Oliver," he said flatly. 

"Hello," Oliver replied about as flatly as he did. His voice changed from his regular way of talking too. He didn't talk like one of the overly flamboyant gay people, but it didn't sound straight. He sounded straight with that hello. My dad left and closed the door. 

"Am I sitting straight enough?" Oliver asked me, back to his regular voice. 

"Sorry, but I know a thing or two about how to act straight. I've been doing it for a few years now. But nice touch with the voice thing," I told him with a smile, making sure my voice was quiet enough so only we could hear. 

"I am an actor after all. We don't do plays with gay characters after all. I've had to learn," he explained.

"Ah, I see," I said. 

With that, we turned on the tv. We didn't last long with that though. We ended up playing a cartoonish racing game. We were both pretty good at it, but Oliver was better. He just barely beat me.

In our second round at playing, I beat him. It definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that I reached over and made him turn off the course. After that was over he tackled me from his sitting position and we fell to the floor with our faces inches from each other. I kissed his nose before getting back up. 

We played some other games too, but he didn't know how to play those. We listened to our music and saw how different they were. We even watched a really bad horror movie about sharks and tornadoes. It was funny to watch. He even predicted how a character would when she first came onto the screen. It was pretty funny. I actually enjoyed our little bonding night better than Friday night. I did love the oral sex, but there's something about spending quality time that's better. 

That night, I was going to sleep on the floor. I laid in bed watching tv him after I said goodnight to my dad. I had my arm around him, and his hand rested on my bare chest. I never slept with a shirt on. It was too hot in my room for that. Oliver place his head into the crevice of my neck. 

When it was getting really late, he put his leg over mine and looked up to me. We smiled to each other. I kissed his forehead. 

"This is great. I can't think of a better way to spend my Thursday night," I told him. 

"Okay, you cheese ball," he replied. 

"Alright then. I take that back then," I replied. 

"I'm just kidding. I kinda like it when you talk cheesy to me," Oliver admitted. 

"Good. Get used to it," I said. 

"Hey, where's your ring?" I asked noticing it was missing from his hand. 

"I lost it when I got thrown in the dumpster...," he replied with a little sadness behind his words. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get you a new one. Whichever one you want," I told him. 

"I want a sold diamond one then," he said with a small laugh. 

"Okay," I said with a smile. With that, he picked himself up and hovered over my face. We gazed into each other's eyes. 

Next thing I knew, we were making out hard. We got so far as French kissing and feeling each other up again. His hands were all over my chest. Mine were rubbing on his back, pulling him closer to me. He was literally laying on me, and our legs were intertwined. It was so hot. 

I ran my hand through his hair. I thought it was so hot when he had to pull away for a breath and came right back to me. After a few minutes, I let my hands slide down his back. I reached down and placed my hands on his ass. He flinched because he wasn't expecting it. After rubbing my hands over his cheeks through his pajama bottoms, I felt more courage come up. I don't know if it was bravery or my horniness. Either way, I squeezed his ass. It made him gasp for air. 




Nate & I Ch. 02



We went on like this. We kissed longer and harder. My hands squeezed his ass. He held my torso tight. We both had hard ons just from that. It didn't take Oliver a second thought to move his hips to the left to have them bump over each other. It felt so good. He did it again.

The next time he did it, I held his hips there. I grinded a bit and we both took in air. Oliver lifted up and let his hand travel down my chest to my waistband, which was being pulled from my body a bit. His fingers slipped into that space and grazed the tip of my head. 

"Oliver. My dad," I reminded him.

"I know. We can't do too much, but what about just handjobs? I promise I won't get too loud," he said under his breath so sexually that I couldn't help fighting it. 

"Okay," I replied under my breath too. It didn't take another second for his hand to slip into my underwear and grab me. I bit my lip. 

His soft hands slowly stroked me. He got off of me and laid beside me for a better grip. He took me into his fist and started to stroke a little harder. It felt so good. From all the making out, I knew it wouldn't take long. 

I reached over awkwardly and got my hand to his crotch too. I got my hand into his pants too. I started touching him too. I let my hand slide across his shaft. I played with the sensitive part of his head. I knew he liked it because he gasped. 

He lifted my dick up and my underwear slid down. It was out, and I took it as an invitation to do the same. He paused and studied my rod. He let his fingers play with my balls as he did. I looked over at his and continued to play with him. It was hot but still couldn't compare to doing the same thing with our mouths. He knew what he was doing though. So did I. 

It wasn't long before we were fully jerking each other off. We were going as fast as we could. Given that our arms were crossing, it was difficult. We got into a rhythm though.

Oliver then stopped and put his hand at the base of my cock. 

"Keep going," he whispered to me. He was about to cum. I started jerking him off faster and harder. He was breathing faster.

"Cum for me, Oliver. You're so hot. I'm glad that I get to jerk you off for you," I whispered to him. It was kinda my thing to talk dirty at the end of things. 

He breathed a little harder and started shooting. Jets flew up at him. His hot jizz was spread across his shirt and even a little of his chin. His breathing calmed down,and he rested for a second. I let go of him after squeezing it all out. 

Oliver reached over and continued on me. I put my hands behind my head. He got on his side so he could go faster. He jerked me off harder than before. His grip was tighter, and I felt my balls draw closer to me. It was coming. 

I gasped, suppressing a moan as I came. It landed all over my chest. It was quite a bit too. With him, I came more than any other time. He smiled at me as I finished. He was softening. Oliver was so hot. 

I reached over and got a sock out of a drawer. I wiped myself clean and tosses it to the side. I leaned over to Oliver and kissed the bit from his chin. 

"Here, I'll let you wear one of my shirts," I told him. I got up and stuffed my meat back in my pants. Oliver did the same and took off his shirt. 

"It may be a little big but oh well," I gave him one of my shirts, and he put it on. 

I really didn't want to get on the floor that night. I fell asleep with Oliver in my arms and his head on my chest. It was pure bliss. 

Somehow, I ended up on the floor by the next morning. It was a good thing too because my dad woke us up. We had slept through my alarm. 

We made our way to school, and no one ever suspected a thing.



Nate & I Ch. 03



 In this chapter, it switched back to Oliver's point of view.

*****

It's been almost two weeks since I really got to see Nate. Sure I saw him in the hallways during passing period, but that wasn't enough. It was hard to miss him. We barely got any words together.

My parents had grounded me because they caught me smoking weed. I usually could get away with it, but for whatever reason, they smelled it on me this time. I was lectured for a good three hours before they told me I couldn't go anywhere or do anything indefinitely. That meant I couldn't go to Nate's house, and he couldn't come to mine. My parent's don't get home until the evening but they take off early sometimes. I did manage to get to text him and tell him what was happening so he'd know I wasn't ignoring him. 

All I got to do was go to school and go to rehearsal for the play. I was glad they let me stay for play practice. It was a nice way out of the house.

It was Tuesday when I was sitting in my English class with my friend Katrina. I just called her Kat though. I remember I had talked to her last year about Nate, but that was when he was in one of my classes and before everything happened. 

"Hey, Oliver, did you finish the homework for math?" Kat asked me. 

"Do I ever?" I asked with a laugh. I hated math. She should know better. That was literally the only class I had to cheat in to get by. 

"True," she commented. My English teacher, who also happened to be my director came into the room. She sat at her desk and paid full attention to the computer. We always had time to talk in that class. 

"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you something!" Kat said suddenly with a beam of light in her eyes. 

"What?" I asked. 

"There's this guy from the next town over who just moved there, and he's gay," she told me. 

"Okay, and?" I asked as she pulled out her phone and looked up his picture. She showed him to me. He was attractive, I'll give him that. I would say he's on Nate's level. I nodded before saying anything else. 

"Yeah, he's pretty hot," I said examine her phone. 

"You should add him! You're always saying how hard it is to come across guys around here," she continued. 

"I dunno," I said trying to think of an excuse. I did think he was really hot, but Nate was who I liked. I liked Nate's looks and personality. I wasn't about to throw that all away. But I also couldn't tell Kat about him. I promised I wouldn't out Nate. 

"Oh come on. He'd definitely want to talk to you. If you don't talk to him, I will for you," she threatened. 

"No, Kat. I just don't want to date right now... I'm waiting until college," I bullshit. That was a total lie. 

"One night stands still exist though?" She kept on. 

"Really, I'm okay," I told her.

When class finally started, it was a relief from that conversation. It got me to thinking though. I just wanted to be with Nate. Yet there was this other guy who was just as good looking and out. Granted I didn't know his personality, I could. It'd be a much easier relationship.

But on the other hand, I had been daydreaming about Nate since forever. He was still new to everything, but we could work through that. That is the reason I forgave him so quick to the incident with his friends the other week. As low as it was, I wanted him too much. It probably wasn't the best thing to base a relationship on but not everyone's perfect. I was torn. 

After rehearsal that day, the cast walked back to the drama room to go home.

"Have a good night everyone," Mrs. Gale called as we left. I then stopped in my tracks. My script was still in the auditorium. I went back that way. Nearly everyone was gone and Mrs. Gale was in her office. 

The place was quiet but still lit up. The tech guy usually turned everything off for us after practice. I saw my little blue script laying on the other side of the stage. I walked to it and picked it up. 

"Hey," I heard someone say behind me. I jumped and dropped my script again. It wasn't even loud. It just broke the silence. I turned around to see no one other than Nate. I smiled. 

"Sure, give me a heart attack. That's fine," I said to him. He smiled at me. 

"Sorry. I couldn't stand being away from you any longer," he said to me. 

"I know. I'm sorry. I've never gotten caught before so I wasn't worried. I miss seeing you," I told him. 

"It's okay," he said. He squat down and picked my script up and handed it to me. I smiled and hugged him. 

"Ugh. Do I miss this," I said into his neck. We stood there for a good minute at least.

I lifted my hand and rested my arms on his shoulders. We looked at each other and didn't say a word. It was that nice silence you could share with someone though. It was sweet. 

"So um, I've got something for you Oliver," he said. I let go of him and he reached behind him.

Nate pulled out a little box and got down on one knee. It was a ring box and my stomach turned over itself. I put my hand over my mouth. He looked up at me and smiled. 

"Oh my god, you're proposing," I said. Nate cleared his throat. 

"Oliver, I know it's been hard on you because it's been hard on me too to be away from each other so much. But even though it's all happening, I don't want the feelings to fade away. That's why I got you this," he said. I wasn't even graduated and Nate's proposing to me. This was crazy!

He opened the box, and it took me a moment to get it. It wasn't an engagement ring, it was mine. The one I lost in the dumpster.

"Is that..," I began to ask. Nate nodded and grinned hard. 

"Yes. I went and found it for you. It was disgusting, but I found it. I would've given it to you earlier, but I hadn't gotten the chance to," he explained to me. He then took the ring out of the box and took my hand. He slid it back onto my index finger.

"You're too amazing to me," I told him. As he rose back to his feet, my hand never left his. I wrapped my arms around him once more. 

"And don't worry, I disinfected it too," he reassured. 

"Thank god," I said and kissed him. That was a taste I had been craving for about two weeks.

"Can we just stay here and not go home?" He asked me. 

"I wish. Or we could just get in the car and run away," I said. I thought about it. We probably wouldn't get far and fail at running away, but it would be fun. 

"That sounds really nice. To get away from this place," Nate said. 

"As much as I want to stay here with you, I better get home so I don't get in any more trouble," I told him reluctantly. 

"Okay," he said with disappointment in his voice. I looked at him and we walked to our cars. 

"Maybe you could come see me after practice tomorrow? For a few minutes," I suggested. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," he said with a smile. We kissed goodbye and drove home; him right behind me.

The next day at rehearsal was a different one. I was waiting around for it to start. We usually went and got something to eat beforehand, but I didn't this time. I sat in the drama room and listened to some music instead. The door opened and Kat came inside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked confused. She wasn't in the play. All she had was a cheesy smile on her face. She stepped to the side. 

A guy walked in behind her. It was that guy she had showed me on her phone. My heart skipped a beat. He was tall and handsome. He was the definition of eye candy. 

"Oliver, this is Brett," she introduced. I stood up and the two of them walked towards me. I couldn't manage to get a word out. It was between being nervous and being angry. Brett held out his hand. I shook his hand. 

"Hi, Oliver. It's nice to meet you," he said politely. His voice was heavenly too. God could there have been anything wrong with him?

"Uh... Hi," I said. Kat smiled because she thought she was doing a good thing. I looked at her for a moment. 

"Excuse me. I need to talk to my friend for a minute," I told Brett nicely. I took Kat by the hand and walked her to the hallway. 

"Isn't he dreamy? If he were straight, I'd definitely go after him," Kat told me before I had a chance to say anything. 

"I told you I didn't want to talk to anyone before I graduate," I reminded her. 

"What could it hurt? It's not like there's anyone else you're waiting on," she said. I opened my mouth but remembered that I couldn't mention the guy I do like. 

"Is there?" Kat asked seeing that I stopped myself. 

"No," I said too quickly. I avoided looking her in the eyes. 

"There is isn't there? Why wouldn't you tell me?" She asked somewhat offended that I didn't tell her. 

"No, just leave it alone. Brett's great and all, but I want to be single right now. Is that too much to ask?" I snapped at her. Kat showed her discouragement. 

"Fine. I'll go tell Brett to go home," she said, and we walked back into the room. Brett was sitting on the table. 

"It's really cool to meet you Brett, but I'm really not looking for a relationship right now," I told him to let him down softly. 

"That's good. You are not as hot as you looked in your picture anyway," he said flatly and left. I stood there shocked at how rude he had just been. Talk about a change in character. 

"Oops," Kat said. I shot a look at her.

Then, Mrs. Gale came rushing out of her room. She looked panicked. 

"Rehearsal is cancelled today," she said as she wrote the message onto a piece of paper. 

"Why? What happened?" I asked. 

"My daughter's having her baby. I've got to go," she explained. Kat and I walked out of the room and Mrs. Gale locked up. She taped the message to the door. 

"Sorry about this, but I can't miss it. I'll see you tomorrow," she said quickly. 

"Bye," we said together and she left.

"Guess I'm off then," Kat said. 

"Alright, see you tomorrow then," I told her. 

I walked down the hallway and looked out into the parking lot. It was pretty empty. A few more cars left. I noticed that Nate's car was still here though. I looked around, but he was nowhere in sight. 

I walked down the hallway looking for him. Having a phone would've made it easier, but that wasn't happening. I looked and looked for probably ten minutes. I sighed and went to the bathroom. When I got in, there were a pair of feet in one of the stalls. I never stay in the bathroom if someone else is in there. When the door closed, the person got up. The toilet was flushed and the stall door opened. It was Jake. 

"Oh god, not you," he sneered. I rolled my eyes and turned around. I wasn't about to stay in there with him. 

"Where do you think you're going? I think you've got a date with the toilet," he commented. 

"No, I don't," I told him. 

"What makes you think you think that, huh?" Jake asked and he came up behind me and turned me around. 

"Because I'm not some piece of trash you can kick around," I told him.

"Oh okay. So you think you're better than me?" He asked taking offense that wasn't even there. 

"No. I don't think I'm better than you. I don't think you're better than me either. As much as you hate to believe it, we're equal. I know it's hard for you to comprehend," I told him. He only seemed to get more aggravated. 

"No we're not. You're just some dick-sucker. That's disgusting," Jake snarled, and he pushed me backwards.

"You don't seem to think so when it's a girl," I commented. 

"That's because that's what they're suppose do," he said. I couldn't help but laugh at his ignorant comment.

"God, have you ever tried thinking for yourself for once? Or do you always just believe whatever Brent tells you?" I asked him. He huffed without a comment. 

"Whatever. I don't have time to waste on you anyway," he said, and with that, he left the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I walked outside the bathroom to see Nate standing outside the drama room door. 

"Hey, I was just looking for you," I told him.

"Me too. So since you don't have practice today, I guess you have to go home?" He asked me. 

"Well, my parents don't know that," I mentioned. He smiled, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. 

"My place or yours?" He asked.

"My parents shouldn't be home until this evening so mine," I told him. We both smiled. With that, we walked out to the parking lot and drove home. 

Neither of us wasted any time getting to my room. It had been forever since we got to do anything so we were going to make it great.

Our lips were locked as soon as we entered my room. We tossed out bags to the side and fell to my bed. I kissed him deep and hard. I lifted my leg to wrap it around his and made sure there was no space between his body and mine. My hands ran through his hair and his were under me. We had never made out so hard before. It didn't take long for us to feel each other's hard ons through our jeans. 

Nate grinded against me, and I held onto his hair. He broke the kiss and lifted up. He stripped his shirt, and I followed. Our skin touched, and I felt his warmth. I couldn't resist but to run my hands all over his back as we kissed. We were in that position for a few minutes. 

Then, he stood up. I sat up and went straight to his jeans before he could. I undid his pants and pulled them down. As he kicked them off, I grabbed his obvious boner and rubbed. I looked up at him and reached around and grabbed his ass. I held his sides for a moment and then pulled it down. His cock popped out, and I dove onto it. 

I took him into my mouth without a second guess. I bobbed my head up and down and his head dropped back. I heard him moaning as I did. His crotch smelled raunchy from the day, but I liked it. I kept letting him in deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. 

I stuck my tongue out and licked a bit of his balls while his dick was going into my throat. He took it upon himself to begin to face fuck me. It was so hot. He held my head still as he began to pound my face. I felt those balls slapping my chin. He tasted so good. 

After a minute, he pulled himself out of me and dropped to his knees. He undid my pants and pulled them and my underwear off at the same time. 

He didn't take his time to start sucking me. It was so great to feel that again. His mouth was so warm and wet. I moaned for him and he went deeper. He had gotten me in further this time than last time. His head bobbed and twisted as he held my balls. He went faster and faster before coming up to breathe. 

His mouth then wandered down further to my balls. He flicked them with his tongue. It felt euphoric. His soft lips touched one and dragged across it softly. Then he opened his mouth and I felt his hot breath on me. He then stuck his tongue way under my sack and scooped them up. They filled his mouth and he sucked. He swished them around and I groaned. 

He came up to my face and kissed me. Our naked bodies were on top of each other, and our soaked dicks rubbed against one another. I pulled my leg up and put it around him. He pushed his body against mine.

Nate reached down and jerked our dicks off with one hand. We moaned and kissed hard again. 

"Nate," I breathed to him between kissing. 

"Yeah?" He replied. 

"I want you to fuck me," I told him. 

"Really?" He asked and looked down at me. 

"Yes, I'm ready for you," I told him. 

"Okay," he said to me. 

With that, he slid down. I felt his rod slide down mine and graze against my balls. On his way down, he licked me. He then pushed my legs into the air. 

I felt him spit onto my hole. His fingers rubbed it in and slowly poked in. He really got me wetted with his spit and fingers. Then, he put the underside of his dick against me and slid the length of it across my hole. I moaned. He came all the way up and I felt his balls against me too. 

"Ready?" He asked me. I could only nod because I was biting my lip.

He looked down and pointed his cock right at my hole. His head pressed against me. He put more and more pressure onto me until he entered. He stopped after he got the head in. I breathed a little harder and he let out a large breath. 

His dick started sliding in further and further. It felt like he was a mile long as his skin ran across mine. I was filling up with his cock. After what seemed like forever, his hips touched my ass. He was all the way in. 

Nate took the first stroke out and back in slow. It didn't take long for him to pick up the pace though. I held my hands around his neck and our foreheads touched. He began to go at a faster rhythm. 

Soon enough, he was pounding me hard and fast. We were both sweating hard and breathing harder. His long cock was coming into me and going out of me fast. He fucked me hard too. It was so hot. The clapping sound was filling the room and overpowered our moans. 

"I'm getting close," Nate told me. 

"Fuck me harder Nate. You're so fucking big," I growled and he went harder. He bounced on my ass and it was hard. 

"Yeah, take it Oliver. Take my dick in your tight ass," he said to me so sexy. 

"I love it. Cum for me," I told him. Without warning, he exited me, and my feet dropped to the ground. We both jerked ourselves off to orgasm. 

He shot his load a second before I did. Both of the hot streams of man cream covered my chest. There was so much of it. We both let out big moans. We squeezed out the last of it onto me. 

He collapsed to the side of me and waited until our breathing calmed down. Nate was the one to get up first. He remembered where my socks were and took the liberty to clean me up. 

"Thanks," I told him. My mind was somewhere else though. One thought was burdening me. It was scratching at me, and I felt I had to take action. 

"Is something wrong?" Nate asked. 

"How do you know something's wrong?" I asked as I sat up. 

"I can hear it in your voice," he said. I closed my eyes and swallowed. 

"Nate... What are we?" I asked him and then I looked to him. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. 

"Like, are we together? A couple. Or just fuck buddies?" I asked him. He sat down beside me. 

"I really do like you Oliver," he told me. 

"So does that mean you don't want to be with me?" I asked.

"I didn't say that," he said. 

"Yeah, but that's something you say before you're going to to say that," I replied. Nate put his arm around me. 

"Oliver. This is more than just being friends with benefits. I promise you that," he said. 

"Then what is it?" I asked him more directly. Nate let out a breath. He got up and squat in front of me. He took my hands in his and looked me in the eye. 

"Oliver. Will you do me the honor and be my first and last boyfriend?" He asked me. I felt a wave of happiness wash over me. 

"Yes," I said with a cheesy smile. He hugged me and we kissed. My eyes passed the clock, and I saw it was almost time for my parents to be home. 

"We should probably get dressed before my parents get back," I told him. He looked to the clock, and we both jumped up and put out clothes back on. 

I walked Nate to the door. I really didn't want him to leave.

"Goodbye, boyfriend. Wow that's nice to say," I told him with a laugh.

"Goodbye, boyfriend," he replied. We kissed, and he walked back home. I watched him until he was around the corner. This was going to be the best relationship of my life.

*****

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Nate & I Ch. 04



This is back to Nate's point of view.

*****

I pulled out of my driveway Friday morning. My eyes passed over Oliver's house. His car was already gone. I smiled. We were finally dating. It was all scary, but I wouldn't want to be going through it with anyone else. I drove towards the school and absently listened to music. I kept thinking about him. He was so perfect for me. 

When I got there, I parked and was greeted by Jake and Brent as I walked through the doors. They laughed from a joke as I approached them.

"Hey, guys," I said casually. Brent walked by my side and put his hand on my shoulder. 

"So I've gotta tell you something," Brent said with a grin. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Hayden's having a party tonight. It's gonna be the shit, and you've gotta go," he explained. 

"Umm alright. I'll go," I said slowly.

"Good," he replied and pat me on the back roughly.

"Dude, I forgot we had homework," Jake said as we walked into class. Brent and I laughed as we got ours out. 

"Can I copy yours?" He asked. 

"You always copy my homework," I told him. He just shrugged. 

"And why would you do that? Nate's pretty dumb," Brent added on. I gave him a look as I handed my work over to Jake. 

"Thanks man. You're a life saver," he thanked. 

Around eight that night I got ready for Hayden's party. I was not feeling well enough to go, but I was forcing myself. I stared at myself in the mirror. Oliver had texted me to at least try and have fun. I left the house and made my way there. 

Everyone was in his basement drinking and listening to music. I found Brent talking to Hayden. They were drunk enough to be laughing hard already. I walked up. 

"Hey! I'm glad you made it Nate," Hayden said friendly. 

"Yeah, I'm glad to be here too," I replied. 

"Here, drink," Brent told me handing me his cup. I took it even though I really didn't want to drink after him. I pretended to take a sip though. 

"Time for truth or dare!" Hayden called out. It seemed a little childish for people about to graduate but whatever. 

"Rules are simple. If you're too much of a pussy to do it, you lose," Brent said. There were only about a dozen people there. I sat between some girl from another school and Jake. 

It started with Hayden. The truths and dares jumped around the room. I was getting bored as I sat there and drank when Brent got a dare. 

"I dare you to grope Hayden's ass for a good minute," some girl dared. 

"That's so fucking gay," Brent said in disgust as Hayden leaned away from him. 

"Ooh some guy on guy action. Let's go you bitch," some other girl commented. The circle laughed. 

"You're a bunch of perverts," Brent said as Hayden got on his knees. He was too drunk to care at that point. Brent closed his eyes as he reached out. He just placed his hands on his jeans. 

"Grope!" The darer called out. Brent grabbed and Hayden flinched. They say there in agony for their minute. Once they both say back down, everyone laughed. I forced it out of myself as Jake elbowed me. He wasn't laughing too hard either. 

"Okay, Nate. Truth or dare?" Brent said to me. I looked at him. It was the first time I got called on. 

"Uh, dare," I hesitated. Brent and Hayden both smiled. They probably had some nasty dare in mind for me. Especially since Brent had just groped a guy's ass. 

"I gotta mention something first so it'll make sense," he said which confused everyone. 

"What is it, Brent?" Hayden asked with an overly fake confused look. 

"Well, the other day I was in the neighborhood, and I saw Nate. But the thing is, I saw him walking out of that queer kid's house," he announced to the circle. My stomach dropped. I could feel my face go red in embarrassment. 

"Oliver? What were you doing there Nate?" Hayden asked me, putting me on the spot. 

"I-I was just uh, getting answers on the science homework," I stuttered. I swallowed. 

"But that doesn't explain how your hair was all messed up. You know... like sex hair," Brent added on with a malicious smile. 

"Bad hair day," I replied quickly. It was painfully obvious, but I couldn't admit anything. 

"Really? You mean, you guys didn't have sex?" Brent asked. 

"Yes. I mean, we didn't. I'm not gay," I told him. 

"Then I dare you to go fuck Savanna in the other room," he said pointing to the girl next to me. She checked me out and bit her lip.

"I-I don't think she wants to just have sex with some stranger, Brent," I said trying to come up with an excuse. 

"Oh I don't mind. You're hot," Savanna interrupted. Brent smiled. 

"Go on then. Prove to us that you were really just getting answers on the science homework," Brent egged on. I swallowed hard and stood up. Savanna stood up with me and grabbed my hand. She guided me to the door, and I closed it behind me.

"Come on," Savanna said as she pulled me towards the bed. She was drunk. I could hear all the feet crowding around the door. 

She laid on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. She wrapped her hands around my head. I was so nervous and turned off at the same time. She kissed me, but I didn't kiss her back. She didn't seem to care. She made out with my unmoving lips. Then, she took my hand and made me grab her boob. It just felt so wrong. Especially after being with Oliver. I fought the strong urge to pull away. I had to make sure no one knew I was gay. 

Savanna then reached down and undid my jeans. She unzipped my pants, and I couldn't take it anymore. 

I pulled away and stood up. I redid them and avoided eye contact with her. 

"I'm sorry. I can't," I mumbled and headed towards the door. 

"You are queer, aren't you?" She called out. I opened the door and met the crowd. The people I didn't associate with were all laughing. My face was hot, and I just wanted to get out of there. 

"I fucking knew it! You're a fag!" Brent said with glee. He and Hayden rushed to me before I got to the stairs. 

Brent grabbed me by the arm, but I pulled away. I couldn't fight him off when Hayden joined too though. They pulled me and slammed me onto my back. Everyone crowded around us and taunted me. They cheered them on too. 

"I don't have any room for freaks like you in my life," Brent told me with hate in his voice.

"Bring it here," Hayden called out to somebody. Some guy brought him something. I saw a streak of pink but couldn't focus to see what it was. 

"I'm sure you'll love this," Hayden snarled. I saw it in his hand. It was a neon pink dildo that was about a foot long.

"No," I managed to yell at them. 

"Oh don't worry, we're not gonna shove up your ass, though I bet you'd love that. I don't wanna see you get a boner," Brent told me. There was only one other thing they could do with it. I clamped my jaw shut. 

Brent grabbed my cheeks and squeezed, forcing my mouth open. It hurt so much. When my mouth was open, Hayden put the dildo in. He laughed as he pushed it in. I started gagging, but they didn't care. I couldn't take that much. 

"I thought you liked sucking dick, Nate. You can't take the whole thing?" Hayden asked. 

He pushed it in further with a lot more force this time. It went to far, and I couldn't fight it this time. It went to far in, and I felt stuff to start come up. It went out the sides of my mouth, and everyone backed off. 

"Oh gross! He's puking!" Brent said as they got off of me. I immediately sat up as more puke made its way out. I pulled the thing out. It had been lodged too deep. Following it was my throw up. It was so gross. I saw it go down my shirt. I threw the dildo to the side and got up.

No one tried to stop me this time. Everyone laughed as I tried to run up the stairs. I was too dizzy though. I tripped but managed to get myself up again. I wanted to die in that moment. It was a perfect example of why I didn't want to come out of the closet yet. 

It was only when I got outside of the house that I realized my keys were still down there in the basement. I couldn't go back down there though. I just started to walk home. Everything was spinning and tears were in my eyes. It took me I don't know how long to get back to my neighborhood. I couldn't go home though. There's no way I could explain my looks and lack of car to my dad. 

I looked around and saw another familiar house. I walked into Oliver's yard. I saw that his light was off. I knew it was his room though. His parents were sleeping. It was late enough. I stumbled over and tapped on the window. It wasn't graceful, but I couldn't do it any more subtle. I saw the blinds open, and Oliver was there. He saw me and immediately opened the window up. 

"Oh my god, Nate. What happened?" He asked me with more than worry in his voice. He looked over me. I knew I looked pathetic though. I was covered in vomit and tears. I tried to say something but I couldn't say it out loud. Instead, I just cried harder. 

"Come in here," Oliver said and moved the dresser that was in front of his window. He moved out of the way, and I climbed in clumsily.

As soon as I was in, Oliver's arms wrapped around me. I tried to be the strong one in the relationship, but I couldn't handle it. I buried my face into his neck and just cried uncontrollably. It was that horrible ugly crying too, but I don't think real pain was ever meant to be beautiful. Oliver held me close as we dropped to the floor.

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm here with you. It's just us now," Oliver said trying to comfort me. I grabbed onto his shirt and squeezed the cloth. I felt stupid for being such a mess.

"It's all over... They know... I'm just a joke now," I managed to get out between gasps of air. I guess he managed to put the clues together into a story. He leaned me out so that he could look me in the eyes. I could see his worry. He put his hands on my face and looked me in the eyes. 

"No you're not. You are amazing, they're just a bunch of assholes," he began, and I still couldn't hold it in. It was too much, especially when I was intoxicated. 

"Nate. Remember the first time we talked? When you drove me home? Remember how I told you that I'd always be there for you? I'm still here. That still stands," Oliver told me. This calmed me down more. I stopped sobbing and slowed my breathing. 

"I can't go back Monday," I told him. I stumped him with this one. He pulled me back into a hug and rubbed my back until I was okay. I don't know what I'd have done without him. 

"Let's clean this off of you. You can wear one of my shirts," he told me. He stood up, and I stayed there on the floor, watching him. 

He went to the bathroom quietly and brought back a wet rag. He helped me change shirts and wiped the vomit from my face and neck.

"I'll wash your shirt and give it to you," he said. 

"Thank you Oliver," I said. We sat on the floor. 

"I don't want to go back Monday," I repeated. 

"Don't think about Monday," he told me. I only managed to nod. 

"Now let's get some sleep. It's late," Oliver said. I stood up. I guess I had to go home. I took a step towards the window I had come in. Oliver's hand stopped me though. 

He redirected me to his bed without a word. I crawled under the sheets, and he closed the window. He then got in beside me and cuddled up against me. My eyes had that hollow feeling. I felt his arms wrapped around me, and it didn't take long to pass out.  

The weekend passed too quickly for comfort. 

My dad had yelled at me for not having my car. He grounded me until I got it back. I refused to take the bus though. It'd be humiliating for me so I rode with Oliver. It wouldn't matter now anyway. He squeezed my hand as we got there. 

Parting with him was the worst part because I was alone then. No boyfriend, no friends, completely alone in the entire school.

I walked into class silently and everyone was crowded around Brent and Jake. They all giggled and stared at me as I entered. I looked at all of them with a cold look and say at a new desk in the back. It was the only desk beside the fish tank. I watched the fish to avoid eye contact. Whispers flew around all hour. 

The rest of the day wasn't too great either. I'd never had this happen to me in my life. I felt like complete shit.

I spent my first lunch with Oliver though, which was good. We tried sitting down in the cafeteria, but every time someone walked by, they called us names. It was hard to take, so we relocated to outside the auditorium. That being the best part of my day, athletics was the worst.

I tried to hang in the back because I didn't want to be a part of the group and I didn't have any motivation. The coach called me out though. There was no way he couldn't tell I was emotionally drained. He just didn't care. He made me join the group. I only half assed it though. 

When we had to pair up for sit-ups, everyone got together fast. The guy who got stuck with me was devastated. A week ago, he was below me and everyone else in the social hierarchy of the school. Now he was treating me like nothing. 

"I won't be his partner," he told the coach blatantly. 

"Just hold his feet," the coach said irritated. All I could do was sit there and watch it happen. 

"No, that's gross. He's a fag, coach," he said. The others snickered, and the clack just sighed.

"Just do them yourself then," he said, giving in. It was really nice that the coach, an authority figure, didn't say anything about him calling me a name. 

I tried keeping to myself afterwards and watched the floors in the locker room. I made my way to the showers but was stopped by three guys. 

"I believe the girls' showers are on the other side of the gym," one said. 

"We don't want to get raped here," the second one said. 

I looked at them and walked back to my locker. I just got dressed and sat there, waiting for the bell to ring. The whole day was shitty. When the final bell finally rang, I walked down the hallway. I heard feet run towards me. 

It was Brent and Jake. Brent knocked my binder out of my hands, and my papers went everywhere. Brent laughed and Jake chuckled along with him.

"Fag," Brent commented as they went to there cars. I shamefully got down to pick up my things. That's when I heard another pair of feet running towards me. 

"I've heard it all already okay? Just let me go home," I told whoever it was. I was over that day. It was Oliver though. He gathered my papers with me. 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. We stood up together. 

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything," I asked.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't of pressured you into this, you wouldn't have to deal with them," he explained to me. 

"Oliver-," I began. 

"I see now why you didn't do anything that day at the dumpster. I'm sorry Nate," he continued. 

"Oliver-," I tried again. 

"I'll leave you alone if you think it'll help," he interrupted again.

"Oliver!" I said over him. 

"What?" He asked, shocked for a moment. 

"This is not your fault. Even if we didn't date, I'd still be gay. This is just high school. I don't want you to go anywhere. You're the only one I've got right now," I told him. I didn't want him to have any guilt whatsoever for any of this. 

"If you're sure," he said. 

"I am. Let's just go now. I don't wanna be here anymore," I said, and we walked to the doors.

When we left the building, Brent and Hayden were in Brent's truck parked next to my car. My car was covered in car chalk. It had gay slurs on every available surface. It was also drenched in glitter and toilet paper. I swallowed hard. I didn't even want to see what was inside of it. They saw me and laughed hard. 

"There's your car back freak!" Hayden yelled, and he threw my keys towards me. They took off, and I just sighed.

Oliver was the one to walk to my keys and get them. He also started to pull the toilet paper off. He tried wiping the words off too, but it wasn't doing much. That's when some girl came out of the other building. It was that girl Oliver hung out with. 

I think her name is Katrina. Either way, she saw the car and then saw me. I could see the sadness in her eyes from where I was standing. She joined Oliver in helping clean my car. I walked to them slowly. All the toilet paper is gone, most of the glitter is gone, and the words are all smeared. 

"Thanks you guys. It just hasn't been my day," I told them. Katrina walked to me and rubbed my back. 

"I'm sorry, those guys are douchebags," she told me. 

"Thanks... I guess I'm gonna go get my car washed," I said almost without any emotion at all. 

"I'll go with you," Oliver offered. 

"No. It's okay, I think I just want to be by myself for a little while," I told him.

"Okay, if you need anything or wanna hang out later, you know I'm game," he told me. 

"Thanks. I'll see you later," I said. We hugged, and he held on a little tighter than usual. I got in my car and headed to the local car wash. 

Everything I did was just going through the motions. It all felt so pointless. I'd never been bullied before, and now I was getting picked on by underclass men. It's pathetic, and it's only Monday! I don't know how I'll deal with this shit the rest of the semester. Thank god it's only the rest of the semester, and I'll be gone. Far away from this little town. 

The whole drive home was Hell. I just left the radio off because I wasn't in the mood to hear anything. All the comments and remarks and looks were ringing through my head. It was torture. 

"Fuck!" I screamed and hit the steering wheel. 

"Fuck this stupid fucking shit town and all the assholes in it!" I screamed. I hit the wheel a couple more times. I could feel the bags under my eyes.

I pulled into my driveway and parked the car. At least I wouldn't be grounded anymore. I saw that my dad was already home. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I wiped my eyes and tried to make it look as though I was completely fine.

I opened the door and stepped out. I walked up to the door and went inside. The beeps went off, and I saw my dad watching TV. 

"I got my car," I said as flatly as I could. 

"I left it over at Hayden's the other night. I was too drunk to drive home," I explained. I knew he didn't care if I drank or smoked or had sex- anything a regular parent would flip shit over. He didn't reply. 

"Dad?" I said walking into the living room. I went around his chair and saw him. 

"So your friend Brent called and told me something," he said gruffly.

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Nate & I Ch. 05



This is back to Oliver's point of view. I hope you guys enjoyed this series. It was my first go at a series with a real plot. 
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My eyes fluttered open, and a streak of light blinded me. I groaned as I sat up and tossed the covers from myself. It was only then that I realized how sore my neck was. I always hated sleeping on the couch. Mom was already making breakfast.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said. 

"Morning," I said with a raspy voice. Then my eyes lit up. 

I got up and walked down the hall. I approached my room and opened the door as quietly as I possibly could. I walked silently across the room and got down on my knees beside my mattress. 

There he was. Nate. It was absolutely adorable to see him fast asleep in my bed. His face was buried in one of my pillows and drool had left a dark spot there. I grinned as I got closer to him.

It turns out that Brent had called his dad and told him that Nate was gay. It didn't go over well. Nate didn't want to talk about what happened but I've seen some bruises on him. He got kicked out, and my parents immediately said yes to him staying with us. They know we're dating now, so we can't stay in the same room to sleep but he's living with me now so that's something. 

And wow was it a bitch to get him to sleep in my bed. We fought over who was sleeping where. I told him that he's my guest, so he will sleep in my bed. He refused, wanting to take the couch. I basically had to drag him to my room and hold him down. After the day he had had, it didn't take long for him to give up. I took the couch. 

"Pssst," I began softly. Nothing. 

"Psst," I repeated only slightly louder. He stirred this time. 

"Nate, time to wake up," I said quietly. He groaned and turned his face the other way. I placed my hand on his back. 

"Come on, Freckle. We only have a few days left of school anyway," I said at a slightly more audible volume. He turned back to me and looked at me through one squinted eye. 

"What did you just call me?" He asked. 

"Freckle. Don't think I didn't notice," I said through a smile and ushered to his crotch. I gave him a small peck as he let things sink in. I caught him smiling before burying his face in my pillow. 

"Get up!" I said in a regular voice. He said something back but it was only muffled in the pillow. It was probably something about not wanting to go back. 

"Okay. I guess we'll do this the hard way," I said and stood up. I tore the blankets from his body. I took in the sight of his bare back and his butt under his shorts. My pants stirred, but I continued.

I placed my feet on either side of his body and bent down. I grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up. He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh. I pulled him off the bed and put him back down on the floor. 

"I was so comfortable," he complained as he slowly got up. 

"Well, you have to get ready now. You can go back to sleep after school," I told him. 

"Fine. How did you ever manage to get out of bed?" He asked me as he went to a suitcase and pulled out some clothes. 

"I just did I guess," I told him. We smiled. Even in the morning grogginess, he was still beautiful. 

"God I love seeing you every morning, every afternoon, and every evening," he said. I rested my forearms on his shoulders. 

"Me too. How long has it been now?" I asked. 

"I think like two weeks maybe," he said, thinking.

"I could get used to this," I told him. 

"I could too," he reciprocated. He leaned in and we fell into a deep kiss for a minute. He pulled me close and I felt his body heat on me. I pushed him away and broke our kiss. 

"Get ready or we'll be late," I ordered playfully. 

"Okay, mom," he joked. I smiled and went to my closet for my clothes. 

"Wear that green shirt today. I like that one. You look good in it... well, you always look good, but I like it on you," he said casually. I looked over my shoulder at him as he changed. 

The situation at school had died down a bit too. The initial shock had passed and now blatant bullying had simmered to snarky whispers and the occasional derogatory name. It was manageable. I know that it really hit Nate hard the first week or so. 

When our schedule allowed, we would walk down the halls together. We had even gotten to the point of holding hands. It was nerve racking at first because that was basically saying "Hey! Pick on me!" but it was okay. People would stare at us. At one point, a teacher called us out for PDA but I proceeded to point to three other straight couples around us and that teacher shut up. 

"I am so done with this school. Can graduation be here already?" I asked at the lunch table. 

"Oh shut up. I'm not ready for it! You're leaving me here with all these idiots!" Kat shot at me. 

"I'd have to agree with Oliver on this one. High school sucks," Nate commented. 

"Ah, but these are the best four years of our lives. Remember?" I said mockingly. 

"If high school was my peak, I'd kill myself," Nate said. 

"Same here... So what are your guys' plan after graduation?" Kat asked tentatively. Nate and I exchanged a look. I squeezed his thigh comfortingly. 

"Well... Considering I don't have any money to go to college, I'm gonna try to just get a job," he said. It pained me to hear him say that. He really wanted to go to a university up north. 

"And I'm going to UCO," I said, trying to keep it short. 

"What about... you guys?" She asked, talking about our relationship. 

"I guess we're going long distance... UCO is a while away from here," Nate said with disappointment in his voice. Then a golden idea popped into my head. 

"No! I have the perfect plan! I'll just tell the university that I'm living at home, and we can get an apartment nearby! Since we'll both be working, it'll work out!" I said excitedly. This lit his face up. 

"That actually sounds really nice. I can't go from living with you to being three hours away," he said. I put my arm around him, and lunch continued as normal. Or as normal as it could get. 

When we got home, we ordered Chinese takeout and watched tv while my parents were at work. He sat on the couch, and I leaned against his legs. 

"This has been quite an eventful semester now that I'm thinking about it," I said to him as we watched some silent black and white film. 

"It has, but I wouldn't have wanted it to go any other way. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come into the picture," he said sweetly. 

"God, there's the cheese again," I said and leaned my head back to look at him upside down. 

"You know you love it!" He said. 

"You know I know you know it!" I shot back. We stared at each other for a minute. I laughed. 

"What's so funny?" He asked me. 

"A year ago, I never thought it would be possible to have you, the HOTTEST guy in school, in my house. Let alone dating me. This stuff only happens in movies," I wondered aloud. 

"I'm pretty baffled myself. You're absolutely stunning! You've got the brains, the looks, and the personality! You're just the whole package," he said and leaned over to put his hands on my chest. He Spider-Man kissed me. 

"Hey, let's go on a date," I said, turning around to look at him. 

"What?" He said. 

"We've never been on an actual date before! We have to!" I said putting my hand on his knee. 

"But where would we go?" He asked me. I could see that he was hesitant about being outside of school grounds where there was no teachers to protect us from hate. 

"I don't know. I'll figure it out though! Come on! It'll be fun," I said. I gave him puppy dog eyes, and he broke. 

"Fine," he said. 

"Tonight!" I said excitedly and jumped up. 

"Tonight? What are we going to do on a Tuesday night?" He asked me as I headed towards my room. 

"I don't know yet!" I called out to him as I went to my closet. 

"What about your parents? Surely they're gonna go for this," he mentioned as he headed towards me. 

"We're both 18. We're adults. They'll be fine, Nate. Loosen up a little," I said, sifting through my closet to find something nice to wear. I grabbed some clothes and then headed to my bathroom. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. I left the bathroom and passed him to go to my parents room. 

"Here's what's gonna happen. I'll get ready in my parents bathroom. You get ready in that one, and we're not allowed to see each other until we're leaving!" I told him. It was up for debate. 

"But all my nice clothes are at my house!" He yelled to me from the hall. 

"Wear something of mine! It might be a bit tight but it'll show off that hot body of yours!" I called back with a grin. I knew he was smiling too. I didn't have to see it.

Later, we were finally dressed and ready to go. My parents had arrived home and were fully aware of our plans by that point. 

Nate had walked out first. I proceeded to leave my parents' room and entered the living room. Nate was wearing a red button down dress shirt and black slacks. It hugged him in all the right places, and I couldn't help but graze over his ass. I was wearing a black button up with ironed khakis. My mom held her mouth. 

"You two look so handsome," she said to us. Nate turned to look at me and smiled. 

"Let's go, I'm too excited to wait any longer," he said. We bid farewell to my parents and left. 

"You need to start buying clothes in my size. They fit you fantastically," I told him in the car and ran my hand on his thigh as I drove. 

"They're a little snug, but if they turn you on...," he said trailing off with a hint to his voice. 

"Definitely," I smiled at him. 

"So where are we going anyway?" He asked. 

"You'll see," I said with a grin. 

"Oh a surprise? How intriguing," he said. We held hands on the way there and enjoyed each other's company. We were there before we knew it. 

The restaurant I picked out was a little Seafood place my friends and I discovered way back when. When I had first been, I knew that it'd be a perfect date destination. We were seated on the patio overlooking the water. The candle really gave it the romantic mood. It was something straight out of a movie. I swear sometimes it felt like my life were made up with as good as Nate made me feel. 

"This is... amazing to say the least Oliver," he told me. I smiled. 

"I knew you'd like it," I told him. 

"What can I get you two tonight?" our waitress asked. 

"I'll have the Seafood feast," I said. She looked to Nate. 

"I'll have what he's having. I'm sure he has good taste," he said with a smirk. I smiled and saw our waitress smiling too. She said something under her breath. All I caught was 'cute.'

"I'm sorry," I said. 

"I said you guys are really cute together... Unless you're not... I mean... I don't if this is a date or," she began stammering. We laughed. 

"Thank you. We are together. And this is actually our first date," Nate told her. 

"That's just too cute. I'll go put your orders in. Call me if you need anything," she said and left. It felt good to hear Nate claim me. 

"I'm loving this spontaneous date thing. We'll have to do this more often," I said. 

"It is nice, isn't it? I could stare at you for hours, ya know," Nate said. 

"And I you," I replied. I put my chin in the palm of my hands and looked at him. The feeling was pure bliss. 

Our food was delicious and our waitress continued to be exceptionally nice. We left her a nice tip as we left. 

"Let's get home," Nate said as we got into the car. 

"Mmm maybe not," I said with a smile. 

"You are just full of surprises aren't you?" He asked. 

"Well, I've always known what I'd do if I had a boyfriend. And now that I've got you, I get to treat you to all my romantic fantasies," I confessed. 

I drove him out to the lake next. It was a large one and the moon reflected off of the surface. I parked at the edge and turned some music on. We got out and laid on the hood of my car. Perfect. 

"Just think. We're going to be far far away from here in a little while. All the shit we've been through will be over," I said happily. 

"And I'll get to sleep with you every night. That sounds wonderful," he continued for me. 

"And I'll get to make you help me with homework," I laughed. 

"And I'll make you cool since I always burn everything," he laughed. 

"And we'll be able to have really hot sex any time we want!" I said with a fit of laughter even though there was truth in it as well. We giggled, and I ended up laying my head on his chest. We laid there, watching the stars and listening to music for a while. 

"Tonight really has been amazing," he said, breaking the silence. 

"It has been," I agreed. 

"No really. Oliver, whenever I'm with you, everything just seems... better. Like, I don't have to worry about homework or Brent and Jake or my dad or the future or anything. You just make it all melt away," he said to me. It was the night and beauty of our date tapping into his deeper emotions and I loved it. 

"I'm glad I can be that for you... Ya know, you have given me something to. It's weird to tell someone this. Kat doesn't even know, but I trust you. With you, I feel... wanted. I don't know why but with everyone else, even my best friends and family, I don't feel like I really belong there. It's weird to describe. But with you, that feeling is not there," I said, staring at the rippling water. My deeper emotions had been tapped as well. 

"You'll always be wanted by me, Oliver," he said and held me tighter. I smiled and a tear rolled down my cheek. It was one of happiness though. This whole thing was an entirely new feeling for both of us. 

"I love you," I whispered. A moment of silence hung in the air between us. I waited for his response. 

"I love you too," he replied. He seemed to have just let it all sink into him. I tightened my grip on him and looked up. He had tear streaks down his cheeks too. 

I pushed up and kissed them away. Then I kissed him. We held there for a minute, letting ourselves melt in the moment. Another movie moment for me. It physically pained me when we had to leave. 

Graduation day was finally upon us!

The whole thing went by in a blur to me. I remember being with Nate as we arrived. He looked so handsome in his cap and gown. I remember when we tried to kiss, our hats fell. I also remember that walked around the building before the ceremony started. 

Our last names being so far apart is what made us sit as such. He was all the way in the back and I was in the middle. 

Names and baby pictures went by on the big screen. When mine came up, I felt myself blush. It was of me wearing a black cape and underwear, jumping off the bed. My mom had got the shot in mid air. She always told me that that was going to be THE picture. Only until junior year did I know what she had meant. I looked back at Nate and he was grinning like a little boy. 

"You were so adorable!" He mouthed to me. I smiled at him. Just wait until his came up!

When it did, I felt a rush of happiness run over me. Nate was laying on a couch with his hands thrown out like toddlers do. He was making a funny face and wow was he a chubby kid. I giggled and turned around once more to look at him. His face was burning red, and he peered at me through his fingers. 

"YOU were adorable," I mouthed to him. 

Being a small school, the names went by fairly quickly. Everyone cheered extra loud for their senior. When I received my diploma, I heard my family cheer. Then as I finished shaking hands with the superintendent, I heard Nate. 

"WOO! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" He yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth. That was what made my eyes water. Not graduating or anything sentimental. Nate finally being able to be proud of who he was and of us as a couple. I smiled a smile that couldn't be forged as they took my picture. 

When Nate went up there, I heard his mom scream for him. I saw that his dad had not come. I felt bad for him. Not Nate. His dad. He was missing one of the biggest things in Nate's life over a stupid reason. It was his loss. He'll never get that back. I then proceeded to stand up. 

"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND! GO NATE!" I screamed so that everyone knew we were happily together. I know that I got some scowls but I didn't care. What were they gonna do? Bully us the last few minutes we were all together as a class? Nate gave the same type of smile I did. 

The next thing I knew, everyone was crowded outside, seniors with their certificates and parents with their cameras. My parents took my picture a hundred times at least. 

"Okay, now some of both of you," she said, ushering Nate beside me. We placed our arms around each other and smiled for the camera. 

Nate's mom approached and gave Nate a not so genuine smile. She seemed pained for whatever reason. 

"I'm proud of you Nate. Your father is missing out," she stated. I silently agreed. 

"Thanks mom," he replied. It seemed almost awkward as she pat him on the back. 

"I'll see you later," she said and walked off. 

"Bye," Nate said faintly as she walked off. There's no way she heard it. I stood beside him and rubbed his back. 

"Okay, I still need more pictures! I don't ever want to forget today!" My mom said with tears in her eyes. 

"Oh let the boys go already. You've got plenty!" My dad chimed in. My mom sighed. We began to step back towards them when my mom held out a hand. We stopped. 

"Wait," she said. 

"Mom," I began in an almost whiny way, but a graduated adult type of whine. 

"Just a few more," she said. We retook our positions, but she didn't take any. 

"Oliver, let me get some of Nate. It's his big day too, and if his parents aren't going to take joy in it, I will," she said forcefully. I stepped to the side and smiled at him. Nate seemed astonished. A smile spread across his face as he was photographed. I'm glad my mom did that for him. His parents were lacking. 

"Okay, we're off now. Your mother and I are going to spend a few nights at the casino down south. You two be good. And be happy! You're finally free of high school!" My dad told me. I swear I saw a look in his eye when he said he'd be gone for a few days. I guess not being able to get anyone pregnant has its perks. 

"Okay, thanks dad," I said with a small laugh. 

"Goodbye," Nate told them. 

"Sorry, my mom's a nut when it comes to pictures. She wants to capture every waking moment," I said. 

"Oh no, it's fine," Nate responded. 

"I'm sure it's more than fine with you, you camera whore," I said, elbowing him playfully. 

"I am not!" He said shocked that I had said such a thing. He laughed and elbowed me back. 

"Uh huh!"

"Nu uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Nu uh!

"Uh-"

"Excuse me... Nate... Oliver," a voice interrupted. We paused our play argument and turned around. It was Jake. 

"Look, if you're here to give us some more shit, you can leave. We're done with it," Nate said defensively. 

"No no no. Just hear me out," Jake said holding up his hands. Nate and I exchanged a look and mutually decided to let me speak. 

"I know I've been an asshole to you guys. Especially you Oliver. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I realize that that was a really fucked up thing to put someone through. I know that one apology doesn't take all of that back, but I just wanted you guys to know that I am truly sorry for being a dick. I don't know, I guess I always just kinda followed Brent around," he said, looking down at his shoes the whole time.

Before either of us could get a word out, Brent came up. He put his arm around Jake in a bro type of way. He smiled maliciously as he saw us. 

"Hey Jake. What's going on? Telling these faggots off I hope? Since we're never gonna see their sorry asses again," he asked rudely. Jake looked up at him. 

"No Brent. I'm not. I'm apologizing. Like you should be. What we did to them was wrong," he said defensively. It was new to have Jake standing up for us. 




Nate & I Ch. 05



"What's gotten into you? Defending the queers," Brent snapped back. 

"I'm not defending queers. I'm defending people," Jake said. 

"Are you gay too, Jake?" Brent asked after inspecting him. 

"No. I'm just trying to be a good person, unlike you. Brent, you're a douchebag and if that's what you want to be remembered as, then go for it. I, on the other hand, am tired of giving people Hell. Either apologize to them, or get out of my life," he said with anger raising in his voice. I got chills. There was obviously more behind this outburst from Jake besides the bullying. But what is the question. 

"You're seriously gonna throw our friendship away over them?" Brent asked rudely, pointing at us. 

"This isn't just about them. If you don't know what this is really about, just go," Jake said. 

Brent stood his ground for a moment, and they stared each other down. I was 90 percent sure a fight was going to break out. But it didn't. Brent walked away in a huff, and Jake turned back to us. 

"Sorry about that," Jake said. 

"No. Thank you. I forgive you, man. I'm glad we're cool again," Nate told him. They gave each other that straight-guy-handshake-hug-thing. Jake turned to me next. I was speechless from what had happened at first. 

"Yeah... Thanks. I forgive you too," I stammered out. I held out my hand to shake his. Jake took it and pulled me in too. It was a weird feeling. He pat me on the back pretty roughly too. I pat him so lightly that I don't know that he even felt it. 

"Well I'll see you guys around?" Jake asked. 

"Uh, we're going to UCO this fall actually," Nate informed him. 

"Ah, well maybe sometime this summer we can chill or something. What do gay guys do for fun?" He asked. It wasn't meant to be rude, more ignorant. 

"Anything a regular guy would do," I said with a somewhat smile. 

"Ya know, except girls," Nate added on. That got laughs going. 

"Alright, more for me! See ya then," Jake said and walked off. We all waved. 

"Well I couldn't say I saw that coming," Nate admitted. 

"Same," I agreed. 

"Let's go now. I'm tired of being here," Nate suggested.

"Agreed," I said and laced my fingers into his, and we walked off. 

We got into my car and left everyone. I saw all of my classmates disappear in the rearview mirror. It was likely the last I'd ever see of them. Unless I decide to go to our ten year reunion. I'll have to see about that though. 

When we arrived home, we wasted no time getting inside. I closed the door and let out a huge sigh. 

"Free at last!" I yelled out. 

"And we have the house to ourselves, but whatever shall we do?" Nate asked dramatically. 

"Hmmm. We could play a game of Uno. Or... go for a walk. Or... have sex. Or watch reruns of old cartoons," I rambled to him. 

"What was that middle one?" Nate asked. 

"Go for a walk? Yeah, we could walk around the neighborhood," I mentioned. 

"Mmm I was more leaning towards the other one," Nate commented. 

"Oh okay," I said with a grin. I took a step closer to him and placed my hands on his chest. I rubbed up to his shoulder and squeezed his shoulders. 

Nate's hands wrapped around my lower back and pulled our hips together. He leaned in and kissed me sensually. We held there for a few moments. That kiss was magical. It felt different from all our other kisses. It was more real. Like we were closer to each other emotionally and the world could have ended and I wouldn't have noticed. Chills went down my spine and his fingers sent this chills back up. I broke our kiss with a smile. 

"I love you so much," I whispered. 

"I love you more," he whispered back. 

"No you don't. You don't even know how much I love you," I playfully argued. He kissed me. 

"But I do know that you can't possibly love me more than I love you," he said, and I kissed him. I used to think that I-love-you-more arguments were cheesy until I was in one. 

"Oh yeah? Then prove it," I dared. He went back into our deep kiss and then took my hand. I moaned as he pulled me down the hallway. We entered my room and immediately fell onto my bed, never breaking contact with our lips. 

I laid on top of him, and he held me tight in his big arms. He pressed our bodies close. There was no way we could be closer. Well, there was ONE way. 

Things started heating up quick. Nate's hands rubbed against my back roughly and pulled my shirt up. He touched my skin and we got warmer. While he did, I kissed harder and bit his lower lip as I pulled away. He smiled up at me as I stripped my shirt completely. 

By that time, I was straddled on his lap. I pulled his shirt off of him too. I laid back down and melted into his kids once more. My body slid lower, and our legs intertwined. As we kissed, our hips would grind together. I felt our swelling bulges run over each other. I involuntarily moaned. 

Nate's hands slid up my back once more, and he ran his fingers up through my hair. Our tongues were wrestling when he took a handful of my hair and pulled back. I gasped as he lifted his head and pressed his lips against my neck. He kissed tenderly at first but progressively got harder. 

I put my hands on both of his shoulders and squeezed harder as he kissed harder. I groaned when he reached and gripped my ass through my pants. His hand found its way into my back pocket and rested there. 

Nate left my neck and released my hair and immediately found my lips again. I grabbed his face as he rolled the both of us over so that he was on top. He kissed down my neck once more and got to my chest. He started sucking in one spot, and it felt blissful. 

"God," I let out and held onto his back. I scratched as he got rougher on my skin. I stretched my head back and closed my eyes. 

His mouth moved down. His teeth dragged along my skin as he got closer and closer to my crotch. 

"You like that?" He asked me quietly. 

"Mmhmm," I replied almost inaudible. 

"Tell me, babe," he growled. That really got to me. I looked to see that he was already looking up at me with his brown eyes. 

"That feels amazing, babe. Don't stop," I told him. 

He moved to the area of skin just above my waistband and kissed. I gripped the sheets as his hands gracefully unbuttoned my pants. He tugged and they slid down, revealing my tight briefs. They really showed off the fact that I was incredibly hard. 

His hand rubbed my bulge and squeezed a bit. I bit my lip. I kicked my pants off, and Nate settled between my bare legs. 

He went to the part on my leg that was just next to my underwear and lightly bit me. His face dragged up to my waistband, and he hooked it onto his teeth. He slowly pulled them down. I watched as he revealed my cock bit by bit until it could be held no longer. It flopped out and hit my stomach with a slapping sound. It felt good to be free. Nate discarded my underwear and pulled my legs open a little wider. 

His hands ran up to my chest as his face went down. He got close, and I could feel his hot breath on my pulsing member, begging to be touched. 

His first move was licking my balls. He scooped them into his tongue and sucked on each one. Then, he took them both into his mouth at the same time. He twirled them in there with his tongue and sucked with just enough force to make it feel good. I moaned as they popped out of his mouth and hit my dry skin, dripping with his spit. 

Next, the very top of his tongue dragged from my balls up my shaft. It barely touched me, but it still gave me a wave of sensation. He flicked the underside of my head, and I couldn't help but moan. 

"Please," I said with my breath. I couldn't handle the teasing any longer. Nate smiled devilishly. 

He pointed my cock up to the ceiling and dropped onto it. The way he took my meat into his mouth was like a carnival ride. He dropped halfway down, came back up a bit, then dropped again. He did this a few times until I was all the way in. He was deepthroating me. Every inch of my dick was covered in this hot man's mouth. 

He sucked, pulled, and twisted around on me. His fingers kneaded my balls as my cock poked into his throat. I let out a loud moan.

I looked down and saw Nate looking up. We maintained eye contact while he blew me, and it wasn't awkward. It was nice actually. He broke it when he took the length of me again. This time, he pressed on me with his lips as he let it slide out. My skin glistened with his spit as he did. Just before my head came out, he pulled his lips out. He was very careful, but he let his front teeth lightly grave over the ridge of my head. It was a feeling I'd never had before. I let out another moan. 

"Fuck, where did you learn that?" I asked him, breathing hard. He let my cock slap my stomach again. 

"I looked up some techniques so I could surprise you," he said with a sexy smile. 

"Damn... You could've made me cum just doing that," I told him. He giggled and headed back to my crotch. 

"Ah ah ah," I said and put one finger on the underside of his chin. I guided him back up to me and lightly kissed him before putting him on his back. 

"Your turn," I said. I sat up and grabbed his crotch. I could feel that he already had a full boner.

I stripped him of the confining fabric and saw that he was straining against his boxers. It wasn't even standing all the way up. I slid my hand up the boxers and grabbed his base. It was so thick. My thumb ran over his balls and he groaned for more. I retreated my hand to pull them off. 

I traced patterns on his shaft with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the drop of precum that had leaked out too. Then, I went lower and took his balls in my mouth. They fit perfectly as I swished spit over them and squeezed gently. He tasted amazing. I felt every detail of them over my tongue. His breathing was quickening too. He let his hand run over the hair on the side of my head. 

I let his balls loose and licked up his shaft once more. I let the thing penetrate my throat in no time. I dove right onto it and was sucking him hard. I grinded my tongue on the underside of his shaft and pressed my lips tightly around it. I felt his head poking my throat as I bounced on it. It was like I was trying to suck up a smoothie through a tiny straw only the smoothie was Nate's cum and the straw was far from tiny. 

Nate held my head with one hand and starting thrusting. I held still as he took control and fucked my face. He went fast and moaned heavily. I ran over his inner thighs with my hands as he did. When he took too big of a stride, it popped out and slapped me. The fat, wet head left a spit mark on my cheek. He smiled at me and I returned it. 

"Fuck me Nate," I told him as I grabbed his hand. 

"You want this thick cock inside you, babe?" He asked me as I dropped onto my back with my knees up. He got up between them and I leaned up so that we touched foreheads. 

"Yes please. Open me up with that big thing," I whispered to him.

He lowered his face to my hole, and my head slammed back against my bed. If I didn't have memory foam, I might've gotten a concussion. His tongue was going hard on me. It went all over me and even into me. His tongue fucked me, and like second nature, I opened up to him. 

"Please," I moaned to him. 

He raised back up and picked my legs up. He placed them on either of his shoulders so that I was going to be easily entered. He positioned his head and poked me. 

"Ready?" He asked. I could only nod at that point. 

He leaned forward and let gravity do most of the work. He pressed and forced his way into me. Even with all the spit on my entrance and his cock, it still hurt as his girth widened my asshole. He slid in at an even pace. He didn't stop until he was balls deep inside of me. I felt him press against my prostate. During this whole time frame, I let out one of the loudest moans I had ever made. 

Nate held still for a second as my hole pulsated around him. I could tell he was feeling just as good as I was. I could feel his warm, wet balls against me. We both breathed heavy and looked into each other's eyes. I saw a twinkle of lust and love in his. This was more than just sex. 

Nate began to slide out, and I felt every bit of movement he made. Just as his head was caught on my hole, he slammed back in, only faster and harder this time. I could tell this wasn't one of those 'he started slow and picked up the pace until he got a rhythm' type of fucks. This was going to be harder than that. Nate repeated his actions and a loud slap sounded. I let out a grunt when he did. With each thrust he made into me, he stabbed at my spot with that head of his. 

Precum was forming a pool on my stomach. Nate started pulling out again and I squeezed onto it. When I did, I brought a moan out of him. He continued and slammed in again. I closed my eyes tight and breathes heavily. 

"God, you're so fucking big," I growled as he slammed again. 

"I'm so close," he managed to get out as he went in again. 

"Cum in me, Nate. Fill me up with that hot cum," I told him in a loud whisper. 

He didn't need to be told twice. He unleashed whatever he had and was drilling my hole like no other. Nate's hips were moving at an unreasonable speed as he fucked me senseless. I didn't even know someone could go that fast. Not even in a porno. The clapping sounds sounded like someone was actually clapping. That's how fast he was going in and out of me. Each time he stabbed my spot, I felt myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Here it... Here it...," he tried getting out but couldn't. He pounded even harder but slowed the pace as he erupted. I felt him cum. It wasn't ropes and spasm either. It was what seemed like a near constant stream of cum shooting into my ass. It was a lot and it was hot too. He let out the loudest moan he had ever made too. He sank into me and poked my prostate one more time, and I was done for. 

I felt my jet of cum travel up my shaft and spew out onto my chin and chest. I shot several ropes of it.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled when I did. 

Nate was holding himself inside of me while I peaked. When we finished, we both stared at each other as we breathed hard. I saw the sweat on his forehead and some of his hair was matted down too. 

"Wow," was all he could say. 

"Wow," I echoed. 

We both laid on my bed. That was the best sex I had ever had, but I wouldn't say ever. I bet we would have even better sex in the future. I looked over and saw his chest rising and falling as his breathing returned to normal. Mine did as well. 

"Let's go make a pizza. I'm starving," I proclaimed. I got up and headed towards my door. 

"It is already seven," Nate pointed out. I ushered him to follow. 

The two of us walked to the kitchen, stark naked, and made ourselves dinner. We didn't have to worry about getting dressed or anyone coming home. Being there naked with him wasn't sexual either. It was just... a normal feeling.

"Oliver," Nate said seriously while we waited for the pizza to finish. 

"What?" I asked, suddenly worried. 

"I hereby call for a rematch at that stupid racing game we played at my house," he said, continuing the seriousness. 

"Oh my god. You really want to lose again?" I asked him with a smirk. 

"No! I've been practicing, and let me tell you, you're going down," he said, stepping towards me. I just giggled and put my hand on his chest when he got really close. 

"Fine. After we eat, it's going down. And the winner is the All-Time-Super-Champion-Of-The-World," I told him. 

"Deal!" And the pizza was done. I turned around and got it out. I finished cutting it and everything, and I got a tiny square of pepperoni stuck to my finger. I flicked it at Nate. 

He jumped and looked down to see it stuck to his side. I burst into a fit of giggles as he pulled it from himself and pushed it into my face. We play fought until he ended up taking me into a bear hug so I could no longer fight. 

"Let's eat," he said. We got our plates and went to the living room to watch tv. 

"Just think. In less than four months, we'll be able to do this all the time," I said happily. Nate looked over at me and grinned. 

"And I can't wait," he replied. 

Happy days were here, and I was determined to enjoy every bit of it. Especially since Nate was in my life. 

Everything that was our high school troubles wrapped up in the end. Mostly for the better. We never heard from Brent again. We hung out with Jake and Kat over the summer. The only thing that didn't resolve itself was Nate's dad's bigotry. He didn't talk to Nate even though he lived right down the street. It was sad. But Nate seemed okay about it after a while. Maybe one day it'll be better. But for now, Nate had me and I had Nate and that's all that mattered.



Nate & I



"Oh god, you are perfect," I commented before getting my face close to it. I pulled it so that it'd face me. I took in the sight and then dove onto it. 

I took in about two inches initially, which made him moan and drop his head back. I sucked a bit and then lowered even more. I had made it a point to kill my gag reflex for situations just like this. I slowly went deeper and deeper. Letting his meat go further into my mouth. When my nose hit his skin, I paused for a moment. 

"Ah! Fuck, Oliver. You're good at this," Nate groaned. It was satisfying to know that he was gripping the sheets in pleasure because of me. 

I brought my lips to be tighter as I slowly came up. This caused a long moan of ecstasy to emerge from him. I came all the way up to the ridge of his head before diving back down. I made sure to salivate on his shaft. I repeated the motion again only faster this time.

It didn't take long to pick up a rhythm and start to twist my head while I bobbed up and down. With my free hands, I rubbed his abs and held his balls. I played with them gently. Continuous moans kept coming from him. 

After a few minutes of blowing him, I let it pop out. It slapped his skin with a wet sound. I then licked him from the base of his dick to the head. Then it was his balls' turn. 

I went down lower and gently flicked one with my tongue. Then the other. I took one into my mouth and sucked lightly. Then I let it fall out only to be replaced by the other. After I did the same to that one, I took both into my mouth. They were borderline too big to fit, but they did. I let my spit soak them and I pulled just enough to get give him some more pleasure. He moaned. 

I decided it was time to go back to his cock and continue his blowjob. I came back to his still soaked cock and took it back into my mouth. 

This time, he grabbed my hair and guided my bobbing. My hands went to the places they originally were as I sucked faster than ever. It was going in and out of my mouth as fast as I could move my head, but he wanted more. I was held at one spot as he began to lift himself up and down, fucking my face. He groaned harder and louder. I let his rod run across my lips and tongue even tighter than before. I saw his eyes shut tight and he was biting his lip hard. 

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna...," he began trying to warn me, but he never got it out.

He started erupting rope after rope of cum into my mouth. He was down when it started so it did fill up my mouth. I made sure that I swallowed as much as I could. Even then, some still leaked down his dick. I took it upon myself to squeeze out the last bit of it. When I did, he let out a scream. I licked the rest of his cum off of him, making sure he was clean. 

From my experience, once the top finishes, it's over, so I sat on my legs. 

"So you sure you're gay now?" I asked him with a smile. He breathed heavily and nodded.

"Definitely," he responded. I smiled and stood up. 

"Hey where are you going? We're not done yet," he told me with a face of sincerity. He grabbed my waistband and pulled me back down to him. He ripped my underwear down my legs, exposing my boner to him. 

"You've got a pretty nice dick too, ya know. You look like you could've come out of a porno," he complimented. I blushed.

I took my underwear off, and before I could get my balance back, he grabbed me by the ass and pulled me down. I fell to my knees around his chest, and he held his head up. He held my dick and then began to return the favor I had just given him.

It felt so good. He made sure every inch of me was accounted for. Though I was seven inches, I was a bit thicker than he was. He sucked on me and tried to go deeper. As he was just out of the closet, he hasn't even thought of killing his gag reflex. So only about half of me got in. Given this, he made sure to lick the rest of it too. He sucked me harder and harder. 

I leaned forward and he let it pop out. I could tell he was just trying to mimic me because he went and sucked on my balls too. I wasn't complaining though! He even jerked me off while he gave them his mouth's attention. He picked it all up pretty quickly. 

When he came back to my dick, I was on the edge of cumming. I leaned forward and my hands were holding me up. 

"I'm gonna cum," I managed to tell him through a breathy voice. He squeezed me and let it come out of his mouth. He laid his head down between my hands and looked up at me. 

He started to jerk me off fast and hard. There was enough spit on me to act as lube. I gasped at how good it felt. 

"Cum on me, Oliver. Right onto my face," he told me. This statement made it obvious he liked to dirty talk once he got comfortable. It got me hotter. I closed my eyes tight and bit my lip. 

"Come on. All over me boy," he groaned. It out me over the edge. 

I felt my cum shoot up my shaft and out onto Nate. The first rope got into his hair. I let out a yell of pleasure. The others hit his face. He closed his eyes and let it all happen. When it calmed down, he squeezed the rest I had in me out and onto his chest. I breathed out and couldn't hold myself up any longer.

I let myself fall onto Nate and our chests were touching. As I rolled off of him, my jizz stretched between us. I laid next to him calming down. I looked over at him to see him licking his lips.

"Yum," he stated. I smiled and laughed a little bit. I reached over and wiped some from his forehead and let him lick it off my finger. 

We laid there for a minute, half on my bed and half on the floor. We took in what had just happened and stared up at the ceiling. 

I then brought legs up in the air and sat up. I looked at him. It was the first time I really got to see him fully naked and really take in the details. His chest was heaving up and down. He had pretty nice abs too. Not too ripped but enough to be noticeable. And his legs had the perfect shape. Even his cock, which had softened already, was still perfect. Nate was a shower, so it definitely laid down and touched my bed. His balls somehow gotten even lower than they were before. I still thought his freckle was cute. I smiled and stood up.

"That was too hot. You're better at that than any girl I've ever been with," Nate told me. 

"I'm glad to hear it," I smiled back at him. 

I walked to my dresser and opened the top drawer. I got out a sock and went over to hand it to him.

"I can't believe it took me so long to get to doing this," Nate proclaimed as he started wiping his face clean of my cum. He held it out back to me. 

I took it from him and laughed. He hadn't got it out of his. I smiled as I squat beside him and wiped it out of his hair too. He laughed and we locked eyes. I felt so close to him emotionally and we really only talked today. 

I stood back up and tossed the sock in the laundry, facing away from him. 

"So... What now?" Nate asked me. The question scared me. I didn't want him to leave me. 

"I guess you probably have to go home," I said with disappointment in my voice. He sat there and didn't say anything right away. 

"...Or I could call my parents and ask to spend the night at a friend's house," he wondered out loud. I turned around to make sure he was being serious. He was. 

He called his parents and they said yes. We got dressed and enjoyed our time from there.



Nate and Jean



Let me introduce myself, I'm Nate. Actually my parents named me Nathaniel, but it never stuck with me. Family, friends and everyone else calls me Nate.

First, let's get the statistics out of the way. I'm 5'11," weigh 167 pounds, have brown hair, blue eyes, and I would consider myself physically fit despite my lack of any exercise regimen. I graduated from college 3 years ago which puts me at my current age of 24 years.

Although I did my share of partying during college, I did manage to graduate with a degree in Social Services. This qualified me for my current position as an employee at a Senior Center.

For several years I had no complaint about my love life. I met Kristin in my Junior year of college and the two of us remained together. Being young meant we both had very active libidos. Our sex life was good. Actually, it was better than good. The truth is we both liked to fuck, and we did it often.

About 3 months ago that started to change. Kristin seemed to have lost her interest. The frequency became less and less. More often than not she would fain a headache or tiredness. Finally one night she told me it just wasn't working anymore, and she felt we should end the relationship since she didn't see it going anywhere. The next day she left.

I was devastated! Looking back I now realize this was more so due to the abrupt end of my sex life. Yes, I missed Kristin, but she was right. We weren't headed anywhere. However, this was not an overnight revelation.

When Kristin left, I became very sullen to say the least. This became very noticeable around the Center. People would ask me what was wrong and I would tell them "nothing." After about a month of this, one of the women cornered me. Jean was a very caring and thoughtful individual who worried about everyone around her.

She told me, "look Nate, we've know each other since you started working here. I know that 'nothing' is not what's bothering you, and it's time for you to come clean." After a considerable amount of coaxing and prodding, I finally told her what had happened with Kristin.

Jean was very understanding, sympathetic and encouraging. The more we talked, the more I started to snap out of my funk. Having a woman, any woman, flatter you with compliments is always a boost to any male ego. The fact that Jean, despite being 67 years old, was still a very attractive woman helped even more.

In no time at all, Jean became one of the focal points of my life. She became a true confidant always willing to lend an ear and offer advice. While this was happening, I started to notice changes in Jean also.

First it was the hair. It had a new style and some color. The color change wasn't dramatic, but it was enough to notice. Then the makeup changed. It was no longer just a smattering of lipstick. Now she was applying all her makeup, and her face just lit up. Finally there were the clothes. Usually you could count on stretch pants or a sweat suit. Now she was wearing dresses and skirts.

Up until now I had never noticed what a great pair of legs she had, but I certainly was noticing now. Along with the legs, I found myself gazing at her ass. Most women would kill to have an ass like that. Most guys would kill to grab an ass like that! She may have been almost 3 times my age, but she was certainly getting my attention. I have to admit that several times she became the inspiration for a jerk off session.

I grew to look forward to seeing Jean, and the multitude of conversations we had. I would gladly stay beyond my work hours to spend time with Jean. Of course, it was sometimes hard to carry on a conversation with those legs and that ass right in front of me. All I could think of was how great that ass would feel in my hands, and to wonder what it would be like to crawl between those gorgeous legs.

As you would expect, our conversations started to include some flirting and some sexual innuendos. Jean told me I was "incorrigible," but she was just as adept at keeping up with me and throwing in a few of her own zingers.

One day we were so involved in conversation that it became closing time for the Center. Not wanting to relinquish my hold on Jean, I suggested we go have something to eat. 

Jean told me "a young man like you shouldn't be taking an old woman to dinner when there are so many attractive young women available." 

I told Jean, "Any guy, no matter what age, would be proud to take a woman as attractive as herself to dinner." So...off we went!

Once we were seated, I suggested we order a bottle of wine. 

Jean agreed, but added, "I hope you're not going to try to get a poor helpless woman drunk so you can take advantage of her." 

I feigned surprise as I responded, "Who, me?" We both laughed.

As dinner progressed there were several times her hand was on mine, or my hand was on hers. Before long, I felt her leg rub up against mine. At first I thought it was just an accident, but her leg stayed right there. Once I was past the shock, I began to enjoy it more and more. Actually, enjoy probably isn't a very accurate description. The contact of her leg against mine was causing some major excitement.

Almost instantly my penis came to life. I tried to control it, but it had a mind of its own and was trying to tear through my pants. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. How can a woman who is old enough to be my Grandmother cause me such excitement and desire?

When dinner ended, I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to walk out of the restaurant without becoming a spectacle considering the way my pants were tented. Jean sensed my delay in moving and suggested I carry the "doggie bag." This at least gave me something to cover up with.

We walked to the car, and as I opened the door for her, our eyes locked. I was afraid to do anything for fear of offending her, but I wanted desperately to kiss her. Time seemed to stand still while I fought with my inner voice about what to do. Finally I leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips. When my action was not met with any reprimand I decided to try again. This time the kiss was more passionate and lasted longer. As our lips parted, Jean put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to her. This time she initiated the kiss and it was as passionate and sensual as any I had ever received.

I never wanted the moment to stop. However, necking outside of the car in a parking lot was not exactly the most romantic thing in the world. We eventually broke our embrace and I suggested we get in the car and head out. Jean agreed.

The drive was very quiet. Neither of us said anything. The sexual tension in the car was off the scale. I knew I wanted Jean, and I think she wanted me, but we were both too afraid to say it.

When I pulled up in front of her house, I wasn't sure what to do. Should I turn off the car? Should I just thank her for a wonderful evening? Should I kiss her again?

As I was running these things through my mind trying to decide what to do, Jean spoke. "Would you like to come in? I'm sure I have a bottle of wine if you would care to join me."

I really didn't need any further encouragement, but as she said this, Jean put her hand on my thigh. I wanted to give some type of witty yet romantic response but I suddenly discovered I had lost my ability to speak. Instead I looked like a bobble head doll as I shook my head up and down.

We entered her home, and Jean went to the Kitchen to retrieve the bottle of wine. She then pulled two wine glasses from the cabinets. Having regained some of my senses by this point, I offered to open the wine. After I had poured the two glasses we each took a glass and I followed her to the Living Room. 

Jean sat on the sofa, and I followed her lead leaving a respectable distance between us. Once seated I offered a toast, "Here's to a beautiful woman and a wonderful evening."

Before our glasses clinked, Jean responded, "Here's hoping the evening continues on. Perhaps thru till morning."

Even if I were brain dead, my dick would have picked up on that invitation. We each took a sip of our wine, and then Jean moved over next to me. We set our wine on the table, and embraced each other. We then began a very romantic kiss. As our kissing continued, it became more and more passionate. When her mouth opened during a kiss, I immediately stuck my tongue in searching for hers. She did not disappoint me as our tongues began their assault on each other.

As our passion rose, our hands began to explore. First, my hands held her face while we kissed. Then I let them slide down to explore her breasts. Next, I rubbed her legs from her thigh, down her calf, to her feet and back up again. When I reached the top of her thigh again, I let my hand slide around her until I could feel her ass. I gently massaged her ass marveling that it felt as wonderful as I had dreamed it would be. 

As I was exploring her body, Jean began her own exploration of mine. She originally had her hand on the back of my neck and in to my hair. Then she moved it down with her palm flat on my chest as she rubbed. She then moved it to my inner thigh, rubbing up and down. Each time she would move a little closer to my manhood only to slide away again. The tease and torment continued until finally she placed her hand on top of my ridged cock. She began to rub, hold and fondle it like a kid with a new puppy.

The foreplay continued to intensify, and I knew I wanted this woman irrespective of how old she was. I was no longer concerned about how frail or fragile she may be. All I knew now was I wanted to put my dick in her and fuck her brains out. The only problem was I didn't want to let her go long enough to dispose of any clothing impeding the inevitable joining of our bodies.

Jean had been trying to get her hand down my pants, but my belt wouldn't allow her access. She began fumbling with the buckle but stopped. She said to me, "let's just go to the bedroom and get comfortable so we can really enjoy ourselves."

When we reached the bedroom, I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She proceeded to pull my shirt over my head. Then she began to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and slide them off of me. I reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slid it off her arms. With her breasts now fully exposed I had to take a minute to squeeze them and give the nipples a kiss. She removed my underwear and reached for my dick. I couldn't imagine heaven feeling any better than what her hand felt as she stroked me. I reached down and took off my socks. Jean began to start to remove her stockings, but I stopped her asking her to leave them on along with her heels.

Now that we were completely undressed, I took Jean back in my arms. We stood there kissing, knowing our bodies were totally open and available for our partner to do with as they pleased. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts and toyed with her nipples. I gently grabbed her ass and massaged it enjoying the feel of it in my hand. I rubbed her pussy, playing with her lips and teasing her clit.

While I was enjoying her femininity , Jean began to seduce me even more. Although, she had to have known I had long ago reached the point of no return. She tenderly kissed my neck and my chest. She delicately ran her hands over my body. She caressed my balls and stroked my manhood.

Finally, Jean sat down on the edge of the bed. With her hand still wrapped around my manhood, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this with such and old lady? "

I told her, "You are not an old lady! Right now you are the most desirable woman I have ever laid eyes on."

She smiled at me, lowered her head, and engulfed my penis with her mouth. Seeing her suck and lick me put me in a total state of euphoria.

Somehow during the time Jean was blowing me our tender love making turned to animal lust. She began an assault on my manhood, sucking, licking and nibbling. She would deep throat me and hold me there while she massaged the bottom of my dick with her tongue. When she would come up for air, she would lick my shaft from my balls to the tip and then give the tip a little flick of her tongue. This woman definitely knew what she was doing, and she was very good at it!

Almost instinctively I began to face fuck her. I began to piston my dick in and out of her mouth. It seemed like the further I stuck it down her throat, the more she wanted. When my pre cum started and she got her first taste, you could see the lust in her eyes turn even more wanton.

When my knees were about to give out, I extracted myself from her mouth, and moved Jean on to the bed. I crawled in next to her, and gave her another passionate kiss. When our lips parted, I immediately lowered my head to her breasts and took one of her nipples in to my mouth. I sucked and kissed one and then the other like a newborn starving for their mother's milk. As I was sucking on her tits, my hand was exploring her pussy and playing with her clit. 

Her pussy was getting very wet. I took this as a sure sign it was enjoying what I was doing to it. When I stuck my finger inside her, Jean had her first orgasm. Her juices flowed like the fountain of youth!

I could smell her scent, and knew I wanted to taste that sweet nectar. I left her nipples behind and worked my way down her body. Once my face was between her gorgeous legs I couldn't control myself. I immediately stuck my tongue in her pussy. It was wonderful, and the taste was exquisite. I licked her through her second orgasm and enjoyed the rewards of my labor.

Jean finally told me to stop and said, "It's my turn." 

I crawled back up to the head of the bed and put my cock right in front of her face. She didn't need any encouragement at all as she quickly opened her mouth and sucked it in. I have to say it was an excitement I had never expected to experience, to look down and see this septuagenarian sucking my dick.

I warned her to stop. That I was going to cum. This only intensified her actions. Finally she won, and I started shooting cum in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and cleaned up any residue she could find.

When she was finished she told me, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to taste you so bad. I hope I haven't ruined everything because I really want to experience that hard dick inside this old pussy. You've made me feel young again and I really want you to fuck me."

I told her, "Don't worry. The little guy will not be totally happy until he is nice and snug inside of you."

To be honest, I never totally lost my hard on. Our quick conversation rejuvenated me, and I was harder than I could ever remember. I couldn't wait to fuck this woman.

As Jean lay on her back, she spread those gorgeous legs offering herself to me. I crawled between her legs and began rubbing my dick up and down her pussy lubricating it with her juices. 

After about 60 seconds of this she yelled, "Put it in me! I want it now!"

I pushed forward and went balls deep inside her with a single thrust. She felt exquisite. I loved the feeling of having her wrapped around me. The little guy felt totally at home inside her love nest.

Jean told me, "Oh my God! It feels so good! I haven't had one this hard inside me in 20 years!"

As much as I was enjoying just lying there wrapped in her splendor, I really wanted to fuck her. So, I started pulling and pushing in and out of her. You would never know this woman had 43 years on me. She matched me thrust for thrust. Anything I wanted she was only too happy to oblige. We did missionary, cowgirl, doggy and spoon. Her physical appearance may have shown signs of age, but her spirit was still very young.

As she was on top of me doing cowgirl, she had her third orgasm. I felt her body shake, her juices flow, and saw her eyes roll back. Feeling her, and watching her just added to my excitement. There was just something about the taboo of our actions that made me want her even more. I just knew I wanted to give my all to her.

I rolled her over and lay on top of her. I then began to fuck her with reckless abandon. As I approached my climax, I told her I was about to come. 

She told me, "Don't you dare pull out! I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to bathe my pussy in your cum." 

This put me over the edge and I shot everything I had left in me in to her old pussy. It was both amazing and exhausting. I couldn't believe this 67 year old woman had worn me out and had me gasping for air!

As we lay there basking in the afterglow, I told her I would really like to do this again in the future. 

Jean answered, "I hope the future is now. I want you to stay right here in my bed and make love to me throughout the night."

I told her, "I would like that too."

With that comment, we kissed each other tenderly as if sealing our future. When the kiss ended, Jean whispered in my ear, "Nate, this pussy is yours now. However, there are several other women at the Center who would like to get you in their bed and between their legs. Once I tell them how great it was, they'll be lined up waiting for you. All I ask is just don't forget me!"



Nate and Rich



My name is Nathaniel Baxter. Nathan, I go by. I'm 18 years old and in my first semester at the local community college. I have a twin sister, Nicole. Nicole is 15 minutes older than me, and she definitely plays up the big sister role.

I was going to a party with Nicole and her boyfriend, Eric. I had just got out of the shower and I finished getting dressed. I was wearing some worn jeans and a light blue Polo shirt. I put on a pair of clunky black Sketchers and grabbed my hoodie, zipping it up as I ran down the stairs.

Eric was a year older than us. Before he graduated, he was the quarterback at our high school. He was tall and muscular, with wavy blond hair and blue eyes. A total all-American stud. Unfortunately, he had a skiing accident during his senior year and blew out his knee, which ruined his chance at the football scholarship he had lined up.

Of course, that worked out great for Nicole, since he stuck around and went to the local community college where we just started this year. Nicole was the head cheerleader, so it was natural that they ended up together. A lot of people were surprised that Nicole and Eric were still together even after he graduated a year ahead of us. I wasn't. I could tell that they were completely in love with each other.

Nicole and I were both short and very similar in appearance. Looking at the two of us, we looked very much alike, not surprising since we were twins. We were both 5'7" with thin builds. We had dark blond hair and blue eyes. Nicole dyed her hair lighter blond and it was quite a bit longer than my shorter style.

Eric's best friend was Rich Parkman. Rich graduated last year with Eric. He played on the football team as well, a guard on the offensive line. He was big and brawny, tall and built like a tank at 6'4" and 280 pounds. He had dark brown hair which always looked mussed up, and brown eyes. He had a boyish face, which he countered by growing a beard. He was really funny and always made me laugh. Yeah, I had a huge crush on the big guy.

Nicole knew that I was gay, of course. She also encouraged me to come out to Mom and Dad, which went much better than I was scared it would.

Nicole and I were very close and we knew pretty much everything about each other. I knew that she and Eric have been having sex since our sophomore year in high school.

I myself was still a virgin. I was popular enough that I had dates with girls in high school for the big occasions, like homecoming or prom, but other than that I didn't date. I was kind of a jock, but not really. I mean, I was on the baseball team, but I spent way more time on the bench than on the field. The furthest I ever got with another person was when I made out with my senior prom date. I think she would have went further with me, but I just couldn't do it. I was curious, but not that curious. Plus, I didn't think it would be fair to use her like that.

"Eric'll be here any minute," Nicole said as I walked into the living room.

"Cool," I said as I plopped down on the couch.

"Do you kids need any money?" Mom called from the kitchen.

I grinned at Nicole and jumped up and went into the kitchen. Mom was making dinner for Dad, who was on his way home from work. Mom was still wearing her hospital scrubs. She was a nurse at a private practice. She handed me two twenty dollar bills from her purse. I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek and put one of the bills in my wallet. I gave the other to Nicole.

"Is Rich coming?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Nicole rolled her eyes. "Probably. Not that you'd ever make a move on him."

I frowned. "Yeah, right. I'd like to not get my ass kicked, thank you very much."

"For someone so smart, you are so clueless sometimes."

I was about to respond, but the doorbell rang. Nicole let Eric inside and he greeted and hugged Mom, then we followed him out to his car. I got in the backseat while Eric and Nicole made out in the front seat. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.

At the party, I grabbed a cup of beer from the keg and mingled with some of the guys I knew from school.

I saw Rich walk in and I held in a deep breath. Man, he looked hot. He was wearing an unzipped hoodie over a black t-shirt with a pair of tight jeans and brown leather boots. I saw Eric and Nicole walk over to him, so I joined them.

"Hi, Rich," I said with a shy smile.

"Hey, Nathan," Rich replied back as he flashed me a big smile.

"You want a beer?" I asked.

"Sure. You gonna get it for me?"

I got another big smile from him and I melted.

"Sure," I said and I went and tapped a cup of beer for him.

I returned with the plastic cup and held it while he lit a cigarette. I listened in as he complained about his job to Eric. It sounded like his boss was being an asshole, not paying him overtime for extra hours worked. Rich was an apprentice electrician. I didn't know his boss, but I knew his boss's son and he was an asshole too.

We had been hanging out for an hour or so when someone bumped into Rich and spilled his entire beer down the front of his shirt.

"God damn it!" Rich shouted. He shoved the drunk guy and he fell back onto his ass. He was too drunk to even realize what he did, so Rich just grumbled to himself and let it go.

Rich pulled off his hoodie and then pulled off his t-shirt. I drew in sharp breath. My mouth fell open and I couldn't help but stare. His chest and stomach were covered in dark brown hair. His stomach was a little bit rounded and he had the beginnings of love handles. He wore a silver chain around his neck. He had a tribal armband tattoo around his right bicep.

"Gawk much?" Eric said with a chuckle as he elbowed me.

I realized everyone was looking at me and I blushed beet red and looked away.

"Leave him alone, Eric," Rich said. I glanced back at Rich and he was pulling on his hoodie and zipping it up over his bare chest. I could see the hair on his chest and I wondered what it would feel like to touch it.

"He's probably wondering how you got so fucking fat," Eric joked. "You need to hit the gym, dude."

"Some of us gotta work for a living," Rich grumbled.

"Yeah, well remember that next time you're wondering why I have a girlfriend and you haven't been laid in over six months."

"Fuck you, asshole."

Rich threw his wet beer-soaked shirt at Eric and it smacked him in the face. Rich and I both laughed and Eric threw it back at him. They were laughing, but Nicole was getting annoyed.

"Knock it off, guys."

We hung out for a while longer and then the four of us went to get something to eat. I noticed that Rich kept making glances my way and I couldn't help but blush and smile bashfully at him.

We finished eating quicker than I would have liked and then we were heading home.

***

A couple of weeks later on a Friday night, Eric picked Nicole and me up and we were headed to a bonfire on the lake that was part of our college's homecoming celebration. Eric had a cooler full of beer and we each grabbed one and headed towards the lake.

"There's Rich," Nicole said quietly, nodding towards the other side of the bonfire.

He was wearing a Lions football jersey with jeans and boots. He had a backwards ball cap on his head. He looked so hot. Unfortunately, he was talking to a girl who was seriously flirting with him. She was all over him and touching him. I was so jealous, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand to look anymore, so I turned away.

Nicole and Eric walked hand in hand towards the bonfire.

"Nathan! Hi," a voice called out.

I looked over to see James walk up to me.

"Hi, James."

James was in my accounting class. We didn't really know each other very well in high school, but we got to know each other one day when he asked to copy my notes from a lecture he missed. James was tall and kind of skinny. He had spiky black hair and he wore black framed glasses. He had a chin strap style beard and two earrings in his left ear. He almost always wore all black clothes.

"This is kind of lame, huh?" he said.

I shrugged. "I guess. I'm having fun though."

"You've been letting your hair grow out."

James reached up to the nape of my neck and curled his finger around a lock of my blond hair.

"I like it a little longer," he said quietly as he leaned in closer. "It's cute."

I blushed and smiled at him. James was flirting with me. No guy had ever flirted or shown any kind of interest in me before.

"Thanks," I said quietly. "I like your bracelet."

I reached up and ran my hand over the leather bracelet around his wrist.

"You like that? I got it at this shop down on the boardwalk. I could show it to you sometimes."

I smiled back at James and before I could reply, my eyes caught a glimpse of Rich over his shoulder. He was staring at us with an intense look on his face. He said something dismissive to the girl and then turned walked towards us. The girl looked surprised and annoyed at his abrupt dismissal and stormed off in the opposite direction.

"Hey, Jim. Hey, Nathan," Rich said.

"Hi," I said.

Rich moved up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Having a good time?" Rich asked, leaning into me.

I caught a whiff of Rich's scent. He smelled so good. The smell of his cologne mixed with his natural body scent sent a shiver down my spine.

James looked at me and frowned. "I'll see you next week in class."

James shot Rich a dirty look and walked towards the lake.

"Hmm. He seemed pissed," Rich said non-nonchalantly as he took a sip of his beer.

I knew very well that Rich chased James off and I probably looked like a pathetic love-sick puppy, but I didn't care. I just wanted Rich to keep holding me.

"That girl looked pissed, too," I said.

"Eh. She's a bitch. I fucked her back in high school and she apparently wants another ride."

I felt really uncomfortable with that confession and I winced. I certainly didn't want to hear about Rich's past sexual exploits. Especially with girls. It ruined the fantasy that he was gay and wanted me and I mentally kicked myself for thinking that he could ever like someone like me.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "Too much information, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"You ready for another?" he asked holding up his empty bottle.

I nodded and Rich dropped his arm from me. We went back to Eric's car and grabbed a couple more beers and returned to the bonfire. Eric walked up to Rich and whispered something in his ear. Rich nodded and Eric took off.

Rich nudged me with his shoulder. "I'm in charge of you."

"What?"

"Eric and Nicole are taking off. Don't worry. I'll get you home. Come on, let's go for a walk."

I was a little bit annoyed. Rich nodded with his head and I sighed and followed him towards the beach.

"You don't have to babysit me, you know," I said. "If you wanna be with that girl, I don't care."

"Someone sounds jealous," he chuckled.

I scoffed. "Jealous? I'm not jealous," I lied. "Why would I be jealous?"

"Okay, Nate," he said sarcastically.

I didn't know what to say to that and I just huffed. "Nathan. My name's Nathan, not Nate."

Rich stopped and pulled out a cigarette. He cupped his hand and lit it, then exhaled. I leaned against a tree and watched him smoke.

I sighed in defeat. I couldn't be annoyed or mad at him. We made small talk about his job and my classes. When he was finished smoking, he flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and smashed it with his big boot.

I pushed off from the tree and stepped forward. I tripped over a tree root and went stumbling forward, right towards Rich. He grabbed me before I fell and I smacked right into his chest. His touch sent shivers up and down my spine and my body shuddered. As he held me in his arms, I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"Rich..."

Rich pushed his mouth onto mine and kissed me. I whimpered and wrapped my arms around his neck. Rich's mouth opened and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I opened willingly. He sought my tongue out and then explored my entire mouth. He pushed forward, pushing me back into the tree. We kissed hard and passionately.

Rich finally broke the kiss. It was the most amazing thing I could have ever imagined.

He stepped back and looked down at me. "Let's get out of here."

He leaned down and gave me one more quick kiss. He lit another smoke and I followed him back down the shore, past the bonfire, and to the parking lot.

He unlocked the passenger door of his old, beat up black Ford pickup truck and I climbed in. Rich took one last drag of his cigarette and stomped the butt on the ground with his boot. He exhaled and climbed into the truck. He started it up and pulled out of the parking space, and moved to the far end of the parking lot. He pulled into a space near a burned out street lamp. The truck was dark, only illuminated by the dashboard lights.

Rich put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards him. He kissed me again. After a few minutes of heavy french kissing, I reluctantly pulled away.

"Rich?" I asked quietly.

"Nathan?"

"What are we doing?"

"Kissing."

"I know... I mean... You're not playing with me, are you? I really like you. I've had a huge crush on you for a long time."

"I know you have, Nate. I'm not playing with you. I think you're really cute."

"You do?"

"Mm-hmm. I didn't realize how much I liked you until I saw you flirting with Jim. I got so fucking jealous, it took everything I had to not rip his head off for touching you."

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Rich leaned in and kissed me again. He was insistent as he leaned into me, maneuvering me so that I was practically laying down. He moved so that he was straddling me. He kept kissing me and his hands were all over me. He took my hand and pressed it into his crotch. I gasped at the large, warm bulge I felt there.

I tried to sit up. "Rich, not here. Not like this."

Rich pulled back. "Sorry, Nate. I got carried away."

"It's not that I don't want to..."

I blushed and Rich smiled at me. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

"Why don't we go get something to eat?" he said with a smile.

We sat up and got ourselves situated. Rich put the truck into reverse and we headed out. We drove downtown and went to our favorite pizzeria. We chatted comfortably about all kinds of topics. Rich told me some funny stories about some of the guys we knew from school. He had me doubled over in laughter telling me a story about Nicole sneaking out of the house to see Eric.

After finishing up our pizza, we went back to the truck.

"Do you wanna go back to my place?" he asked. "My uncle works nights. We'll have some privacy."

I was really nervous. I wasn't sure exactly what was happening with Rich, but I would take any alone time with him I could get. "Okay."

I had never been to Rich's house before, but I knew that he lived in a trailer with his uncle. His parents died in a car crash when he was really little and his uncle took him in. I'd never met his uncle before, but Nicole did not like him.

We drove to the other side of town and pulled into a trailer park. Rich parked his truck in front of a trailer and I followed him inside. It was bigger than I thought it'd be on the inside. Rich seemed a little embarrassed. I followed him to his small bedroom at the front end of the trailer. He shut the door and we sat down on his bed.

He cleared his throat nervously. "You're probably used to a lot nicer than this..."

"Rich, I'm here to be with you. That's all I care about."

I moved my hand up to his face and ran my fingers through his beard. It was short, but thick. It was growing a little bit wild and could use some shaping up. But the feel of it really turned me on.

Rich groaned and kissed me. He tossed his ball cap onto the nightstand. We kicked off our shoes and boots and laid down on the bed on our sides facing each other. We kissed for a long time before Rich rolled on top of me. He started kissing my neck and I whimpered in pleasure. My whole body shivered and I grabbed at his back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I could feel his hard bulging crotch grinding into my hip. Rich's hands moved up under my shirt and he ran them all over my chest, lightly tweaking my nipples. I had never felt anything like this before. He was driving me crazy.

He lifted up and pulled my shift off. He sucked and licked my nipple into his mouth and I cried out. I ran one hand up to the back of his head and gripped a clump of his hair. As he moved to the other nipple, his hand moved down to my pants. He ran it over the bulge my erection created and I moaned and shuddered from his touch.

"Rich..."

"God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now," he husked into my ear.

Rich unbuckled my belt and unzipped my cargo pants.

"Rich... I'm... I've never..."

Rich pulled back and looked at me in shock. I blushed bright red and looked away.

"Nate?"

Rich reached out turned my head towards him with his finger.

"Nate, are you a virgin?"

"Yes..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, moving off me and sitting up. "I wouldn't have moved so fast. God, you must think I'm some sort of animal."

"It's okay... I want to... with you."

I was scared that this was going to be a one night stand. I guessed that Rich had a lot of partners before me, obviously both girls and boys. I decided quickly that I'd take this one time with him if that's all I could get.

I pulled Rich down to me and we kissed. I grabbed the bottom of his jersey and pulled it up. He grabbed it and pulled it over his head and dropped it onto the floor. I whimpered at the sight of his bare chest. I ran my hands through the brown hair. It felt so soft and the tips of my fingers tingled as I combed them through the fur, stroking from his collar bones down to his belly.

"Oh god, Rich... You're such a stud."

Rich groaned at my approval of his body. He bent down and pulled my pants off. I raised my butt up to help him. He looked at my briefs and hooked his fingers under the waistband and then looked up at me.

"Can I?"

I nodded and he slipped my briefs off and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. Rich was laying on his side next to me, staring at my penis. The smooth, slender shaft jutted out from the soft blond curls above the base. The normal pink color was blushing red with desire and the head was moist and swollen. I wanted Rich to touch me so bad that all my doubts about my small endowment were quickly forgotten.

I looked down as Rich's big meaty hand enclosed it in a gentle fist. The tip just barely visible sticking out of his fist. His thumb flicked over the slippery tip and I fell back into his pillow and moaned. Rich's hand slid up and down my shaft, my pre-come making it slippery. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Rich!"

My hips bucked and my back arched. My stomach tightened and the first blast flew out and landed in the middle of my chest. I gasped as Rich continued to stroke me. The second blast hit my lips and chin and it was followed by a few more spurts to my chest and stomach. I relaxed back onto the bed and looked at Rich through half-closed glassy eyes. He moved up to me and licked my chin and lips then kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my semen on his tongue and I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned his kiss with passion.

"Be right back," he said and gave me one last quick kiss. He got up and left the room, quick returning with a washcloth and towel. He wiped me and dried me and then laid down.

"Rich, can I... I... I want to make you feel good, too."

"Whatever you want to do, Nate. We'll go at your pace."

I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He raised up so that I could pull them off. I grabbed the waist band of his boxers and helped him get them off. He bent his knees and pulled his socks off and tossed them onto the floor.




Nate and Rich



I rolled onto my side next to him and looked his body up and down. His long and thick shaft arched out of a forest of dark hair towards his belly button. Unlike me, he was uncircumcised. The purple swollen head was peeking out of the thick foreskin and was wet and sticky with fluid. The thick foreskin was smooth except for a vein that ran down the length of the shaft. His lightly furred sac held what looked like two large balls. I have been fantasizing about Rich for so long and this was bigger and better than I could have ever dreamed. I never imagined that the bulge in his jeans was holding something so large.

I ran my hands down his chest and stomach and cupped his balls. I rolled them around in my hands. Rich groaned and a drop of pre-come oozed out of the end of Rich's penis and dripped into the fur on his stomach. I had a sudden and unstoppable urge to taste it.

I moved my head down and rested it on his belly. The musky smell of his sex hit my nose and I inhaled, burning his scent into my memory. I wrapped my hand around the base of his erection and squeezed it and slowly stroked it. It was so thick that my fingers and thumb did not meet around the shaft.

Rich groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck..."

I watched as the foreskin slid up and down covering and uncovering the moist head. More pre-come oozed out and I flicked my tongue out and licked it.

Rich grunted and bucked his hips up. I looked up at him and he was watching me. His dark brown eyes were dilated and filled with lust.

"Put it in your mouth, baby," he whispered.

He called me 'baby'. My heart soared and I smiled to myself. I turned my attention back to his need and I reached out with my tongue, cleaning him of all the fluid. I was immediately addicted to the taste. I wanted more. Holding him with my right hand, I pulled the skin back, exposing the head as I wrapped my lips around it.

Rich groaned and he moved his hand to the back of my head. He didn't push, but just ran his hand lightly through my hair.

I moved further down the shaft. I accidentally grazed the corona of his head with my teeth and Rich jerked and hissed. "Careful, baby. Cover your teeth with your lips."

I did as he said and took more of him into my mouth. I moved back up and swirled my tongue around the head.

"Suck it for me, baby," Rich whispered.

I slid back down and as I pulled up, I applied suction. My instincts took over and I quickly figured out what to do to make Rich moan and groan. As I sucked, I bobbed my head up and down the shaft. I used my hand to stroke the large column of flesh, pleasuring what I couldn't fit into my mouth. I twisted my head and my hand and moved up and down faster. This brought an immediate reaction from Rich.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good," he moaned. "Oh god, you're gonna make me come."

I moaned around his shaft. That was what I wanted. I wanted to make him come. I wanted him to feel so good that he'd never want to be with anyone else. I wanted Rich. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted his come. I wanted it in my mouth.

His breathing grew more ragged. I felt him hardening even more. It seemed to swell in my mouth.

"Nate, I'm gonna come in your mouth, baby. Oh fuck, here it comes! Unh, fuck!!"

Rich's hips bucked up and pushed deeper into my mouth. I groaned as the first blast flew out and smacked the top of my mouth. His dick pulsed and jerked and my mouth quickly filled with his warm semen. I swallowed greedily and my mouth filled again and again, making me swallow over and over.

Rich's body shuddered as he grunted a stream of obscenities, "God damn, motherfuck... oh, fucking christ..."

Rich slumped back into the bed. I let his softening tool slip from my mouth. I gave it a couple of last strokes, hiding the head inside his foreskin. I looked up at him and he had a satisfied grin on his face as he stared at me through his half-open eyelids. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned at him.

I nestled up next to his side and he wrapped his arms around me. I laid down on his shoulder.

Rich reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a smoke from his pack of cigarettes. He lit it and set the lighter on the nightstand.

"You sure you never did that before?" he asked with a chuckle. He exhaled his smoke away from me.

"I'm sure. I've read stories and seen porn... I kinda figured out what to do."

"You can practice on me anytime, babe."

We both laughed.

"I was scared I wouldn't do it right."

"That was one of the best blowjobs I ever had, Nate. No one ever swallowed my load before. One buddy I used to hook up with would let me come in his mouth, but he'd always spit it out. What you did, that was fucking hot."

Rich kissed the top of my head and put out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

"Thanks," I said with a grin on my face.

My face was warm and flushed, and I was very much pleased that I had done something for Rich no one ever had done before.

"You wanna stay the night?" he asked. "I gotta get up early in the morning to go to work. I can drop you off at home on the way."

"Okay."

We got up and cleaned up in the small bathroom and I got a good look at him naked. His flaccid penis hung down a good four and a half inches. I knew that it must grow to nearly eight inches when it was hard. Right now it laid thick and heavy over his big, hanging balls, the foreskin completely covering the head. I looked down at my own penis and felt completely inadequate standing next to Rich.

I looked at up at him and he was looking down at me with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know why a guy like you would want someone like me."

"Are you fucking kidding? You got a hot little body and you're cute as all fuck. That you'd give a fat hairy guy like me the time of the day..."

"You're not fat. You just have a little extra padding. I think it's sexy."

We both smiled at each other. I let Rich's eyes roam my body and I was surprised that I was actually feeling comfortable being naked with him.

When we returned to his bedroom, Rich shut and locked the door behind us and we crawled into bed. Rich turned off the lamp on his nightstand and pulled the covers over us. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I laid down with my head on his chest and my arm and leg draped over his soft and warm body.

"I thought you'd be cuddler," he said with a chuckle.

"You're so warm, Rich. Is it okay?"

"Oh, yeah."

He kissed the top of my head as we settled.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper, "Sleep tight, baby."

I woke up some time in the middle of the night momentarily confused. It was dark. It took me a split second to register that the loud snoring sounds were coming from Rich. Rich was lying on his back and I was curled up next to him. I stretched out my legs and moved closer to his warm body.

Rich coughed and turned over onto his side. His meaty arm draped over me. His engorged member pushed into my stomach. My own member quickly filled to full arousal. I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around his hot organ. I couldn't get over how big it was.

"You're messin' with a loaded gun," Rich grumbled.

I giggled and let my hand glide up and down the shaft. Rich growled and he pushed me onto my back. He lowered himself on top of me and wrapped his arms around me as his mouth found mine. My legs instinctively spread. He pushed his cock against mine, rubbing and grinding on it. I whimpered with need and I gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Rich kissed my chin and jawline and down the side of my neck. He started licking my neck. I gasped in pleasure when he started sucking at the base of my neck. His teeth gently nipped and my body shuddered in ecstasy.

My back arched and my head thrashed as he rubbed harder and harder against me.

"Gonna make you mine," Rich grunted.

"Rich... Please..."

"Let it go, baby. Come for me."

"Oh god, Rich, I'm coming," I gasped. I tightened my grip on him and wrapped my legs around his thrusting butt.

I cried out as I exploded between our bodies. Rich didn't let up. My slick semen served as lubricant to his thrusting cock. He continued to rub it against me. His breathing quickened and his grunting and groaning became louder. The bed started squeaking under us and he finally cried out.

"Aw, fuck!"

I felt the white hot liquid squirting and splashing all over my chest and stomach. Rich collapsed onto me, letting his weight fall on me. I gasped at the sudden movement, but then wrapped my arms around his broad back and held him tightly to me.

"My baby," he whispered as his arms snaked around me. "Mine."

"Yours," I replied.

Rich finally moved off me and grabbed the towel and wiped us both down. He pulled me back against his warm fuzzy chest and I fell asleep instantly.

The buzzing of the alarm clock startled me awake. Rich groaned and rolled back away from me and slammed his fist on the clock.

"Shit," he grumbled.

I rolled over and laid on my side next to him.

"Good morning," I said.

"Morning, baby."

He leaned over and kissed me. His morning erection brushed against me. I wrapped my hand around it.

"You like my cock, baby?" he husked.

"Yeah. It's so big."

"You gonna take care of it for me?" he whispered lustily as he licked my ear lobe.

I whimpered and pushed him onto his back. I bent down and slid my hand up and down a few times. I took him into my mouth and sucked him. I used my mouth and my hand to bring him to a quick climax. Like the night before, I swallowed every drop of his precious seed.

Rich laid back on the bed, completely satisfied, unable to move. I smiled and laid down next to him. I peppered him with light kisses. I was so hard it hurt. As I nuzzled my nose and lips into his neck, I took his hand and pulled it towards me.

"Rich, please... make me come..."

Rich growled and rolled me over onto my back. He bent down and engulfed my dick into his mouth. I gasped. His warm sucking mouth slid up and down my shaft. I gripped the sheets and my head tossed back and forth as my body convulsed.

"Rich... oh god, I'm... Rich!"

My body arched off the bed and my eyes rolled back in my head. I exploded into Rich's hot mouth and everything went black.

"Nathan?"

I opened my eyes to see Rich leaning over me. I blinked. "Rich?"

"You okay? I think you blacked out for a second there."

I blushed bright red and his lips turned up into a smug grin.

"I'm okay," I said. I took a deep breath and then yawned.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower and then I gotta get you home, okay?"

I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the house and I looked up towards the door.

"That's my uncle. He probably just got home from work. I'll be right back, okay?"

I nodded and he grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and pulled them on and left the bedroom. I sat up and gathered my clothes and got dressed and waited for Rich.

He came in with a towel wrapped around his waist and I watched him get dressed. He pulled me up and gave me a kiss and I followed him to the living room.

An older man was in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He was a big guy like Rich, but with a large beer gut. His hair was thinning on top and he looked really rough and ragged.

"Hey, Uncle John. This is my friend Nathan."

"Hi," I said with a nervous smile.

"Hm," he grumbled with a mouthful of cereal.

We waved 'bye' to John and got into Rich's truck. He lit a smoke and put the truck into gear and sped off towards my house.

When he reached my house, he parked in front and leaned over and kissed me.

"Can I see you tonight, Nathan?"

I was surprised that he wanted to see me again so soon. "Really?"

"What? You thought you were just a one night stand? No fucking way, baby. I told you that you were mine now."

I grinned widely. "I'm free tonight, Rich."

"You better be," he grumbled, but then flashed a smile.

He gave me a slow and sensual kiss before I got out of the truck. I waved to him as he drove off.

I quietly snuck into the house, but Dad was standing in the kitchen and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're an adult, Nathan. But if you're going to stay out all night, we'd appreciate the courtesy of a call."

"I'm sorry, Dad. It was late and I didn't know if I should..."

"Who were you out with?"

"Um... Rich. You know, Eric's friend. After the bonfire, we went out for pizza and I crashed at his place."

Dad took a sip of his coffee and stared at me for a second. "Rich, huh? You two dating now?"

I debated lying for a second, but decided not to. I nodded and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Yeah. We're going out again tonight."

"He seems like a good man. You'll probably need to ease your mother into it. She doesn't like that he smokes. She also won't be crazy about those hickeys he gave you."

My face drained of color as the corner of Dad's mouth turned up into a slight grin. Dad picked up his newspaper and chuckled to himself as he walked into the living room. I ran upstairs to my room to look in the mirror.

***

Later that afternoon after I had a little nap, I went downstairs to make something for lunch. Nicole was sitting at the table waiting for Eric. She looked at me and screamed.

"Oh, my god!" she shrieked.

"What? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"You got laid!" she hissed quietly.

"Shut up!" I hissed back. "Mom'll hear you."

She jumped out of her chair and pulled back the collar of my Polo shirt. I smacked her hands away and adjusted the collar in an attempt to hide the three hickeys on the sides of my neck, two on the left and one on the right.

"Tell me what happened," she whispered.

"Nicole..."

"Who was it? What did you do?"

"Stop. It's personal."

"Come on. I'll tell you about Eric."

"Ew!"

The doorbell rang and Nicole cursed under her breath and let Eric in. Mom heard him come in and came downstairs and hugged him. I couldn't help but be annoyed. Mom loved Eric.

"Nathan, come to lunch with us," Nicole said.

"What? Nah, I'm good. I'll just grab something here."

Nicole grabbed my hand. "Come on."

"Leave him alone, babe," Eric said. "He doesn't want to go."

I smiled. Eric was the one that didn't want me to go. He didn't want me as a third wheel almost as much as I didn't want to be a third wheel.

"He's coming," she said firmly. Eric threw up his hands and she dragged me out into the driveway.

I sighed and climbed into the back seat. As Eric pulled out of the driveway, Nicole turned around in her seat.

"Okay, spill it," she said. "Who were you with last night."

"Nic," I said with a highly annoyed tone in my voice. I cut my eyes to Eric and then back to her.

"He was with Rich last night," Eric said. "I talked to him this morning. He canceled our plans tonight."

I gasped along with Nicole, whose mouth fell open.

"No!" she exclaimed. Her eyes widened and she giggled.

"What?" Eric asked. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I said and gave Nicole a dirty look.

We pulled into the diner parking lot and went inside at sat in a booth. We made small talk until our lunch arrived. I took a bite of my patty melt and I looked up to see Eric looking at me. His eyes widened and he started choking on his burger.

"You and Rich fucked!" he exclaimed as he pointed to my neck.

It was my turn to choke. "Shh!" I lowered my voice to a whisper. "We did not... 'fuck'. God."

I adjusted the collar on my shirt to try to hide the marks.

"So what did you do?" Nicole asked. "I want details."

"I told you. It's private, Nic."

I was starting to get agitated and upset.

"So, you're still a virgin then?" she asked.

"Nicole!" I gasped.

"You're still a virgin?" Eric asked, his face registered shock.

I frowned and gave Nicole a dirty look. I wanted to smack the giggly smile off her face.

Eric leaned in closer. "So you never..."

I blushed and shrugged and shook my head.

Eric lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "What about, you know... with your mouth..."

My eyes widened and I blushed even more and looked away and Nicole gasped. "You slut!" she laughed.

"Shh! I'm not a slut. Rich was my first time."

I covered my mouth in shock. I did not intend to divulge that.

"Good for you, little dude," Eric said. "And good for Rich too, apparently," he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm happy for you, Nathan," Nicole added. "You and Rich."

"Thanks."

After lunch, they dropped me off at home. I did some homework while waiting for Rich. I heard the doorbell rang and I ran downstairs. Nicole opened the door before I could get there.

"Hey, Rich," she said with a big smirk on her face. "Come on in... stud."

"Hey," he said, looking at her like she was crazy.

He saw me and grinned and I smiled back at him.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey."

Eric and Nicole were watching us with grins on their own faces. I felt embarrassed, so I grabbed Rich's hand and pulled him into the dining room. He bent down and kissed me.

"Missed you, baby," he said.

"I missed you, too."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you all day."

I told him about Dad knowing about us, and then about Nicole and Eric each figuring it out. He laughed really hard. I showed him the hickeys and he bent down and nibbled on them.

"I marked you as mine," he said with a chuckle.

"It's not funny," I said with a giggle as he ticked my neck with his beard.

"You gonna spend the night with me tonight?" he asked.

I smiled. "Okay."

We went up to my bedroom and I quickly packed a bag. Before I could get out the door, Rich scooped me up into his arms. After a few minutes of sensual kissing, we reluctantly broke apart.

"Fuck, you look hot," Rich growled. "Your lips all red and swollen, your face all flushed. My dick is so fucking hard right now."

"I'm gonna take care of that for you tonight," I whispered.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Rich growled and kissed me again. We calmed ourselves down and then headed downstairs. I went to the kitchen while Rich hung back in the doorway.

Mom was cooking on the stove and Dad was behind her with his arms around her. She was giggling and trying to push him away. GROSS.

I cleared my throat. Dad pulled away and gave me a wink and then sat down at the table.

"I'm going to a midnight movie tonight... Um... I'll probably crash at Rich's house."

We weren't really going to a midnight movie, but I used that as an excuse for why I would be out really late to sleep at Rich's.

"Rich?" Mom said with a frown. "Since when did you start hanging out with Rich?"

"Mom," I whined. "I always hang out with Rich... and Eric and Nicole."

"Okay, okay, Nathan."

Dad pulled out his wallet and gave me a twenty dollar bill. I smiled and thanked him.

"Ready?" I asked Rich.

Rich and I headed out the front door to his truck. Nicole came scrambling out of the house after us, followed by Eric.

"Where you guys going?" Nicole asked.

"Dinner," Rich said. "Then a movie later."

"Cool," she said back. "We'll come, too."

"Nah, I'm sure you got other plans," Rich said.

"Nope."

Rich sighed in exasperation. "You can't take a hint, can you? I'm trying to get some alone time with my boyfriend."

My smile could have lit up the entire block. I just beamed. Rich called me his boyfriend.

Rich and I went to dinner and had a really good time. We didn't go anywhere fancy, just a step up from fast food. But we talked and laughed and I learned all kinds of things about Rich that I didn't know. He told me a really funny story about Nicole that I hadn't heard before and I was doubled over with laughter. He laughed with me, with a pleased look on his face.

"I like to make you laugh," he said. "You're even cuter when you laugh."

We both paid for our own dinner and then headed to the movie. Rich bought my ticket, even though we decided we'd pay our own way. We got there early, so we hung out in front while Rich had a smoke. Inside, we each bought our own pop and I bought a large popcorn for us to share. I had a good time watching the movie, but I would have had fun even if the movie sucked. I was happy just sitting next to Rich with his arm around the back of my seat, sharing popcorn, and pressing my leg up against his.




Nate and Rich



When we got to Rich's place, we sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Rich said his uncle was probably out getting drunk. He seemed embarrassed and I felt really bad for him. I decided to make him feel better. I climbed on him and straddled his lap. I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed my lips against his. His arms moved around me and I melted into him as his tongue pushed into me. His hands moved down my back to my butt. He kneaded and squeezed. I threw my head back as his lips moved to my neck. I slowly ground my hips and butt on him, feeling his hard-on pushing up into me.

"My bed. Now," he husked.

I stood up and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his bedroom. He shut and locked the door behind us. He attacked my mouth with his while his hands pulled my clothes off. I helped him quickly strip his clothes off and he moved forward until I fell backwards onto his bed. He moved on top of me, spreading my legs apart with his beefy thighs. I whimpered as his erect penis pushed under my sac and down into my crack.

Rich kissed his way down my neck to my chest. He worked each of my small nipples with his mouth and tongue. They instantly hardened at his touch. I tossed my head back and forth, moaning softly as I stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. I begged as he moved further down.

"Please, Rich, please."

"What do you want, baby?" he asked. His voice was quiet... deep and sultry.

"Please... Your mouth..."

Rich groaned and he moved down, sliding his hot wet tongue down the length of my slim but engorged shaft. My body shuddered as he took each of my balls into his mouth. His tongue licked up and down my scrotum before moving back up to my member. He engulfed the entire shaft in one motion and my hips bucked up and I cried out his name.

My body convulsed and within seconds I was spilling into his mouth. I was barely aware of him moving back up on top of me. He pushed his mouth into me, his tongue slid into my mouth and I felt the warm slimy liquid spill into me. I moaned and returned the tongue action. I swallowed my seed that he fed me and cleaned his mouth with my tongue.

He pulled back from me and looked at me. His eyes were smoldering with desire. "Fucking hot."

I reached between our bodies and wrapped my fist around his manhood. "I want to make you feel good, too, Rich."

Rich grunted and rolled off me onto his back. I bent down and took him straight into my mouth.

"Suck it, baby," he whispered. "Uh god, you're the fucking best."

I moaned around his shaft. His words only encouraged me to work him harder and faster. My mouth and hand slid up and down, sucking and twisting. I pushed myself further down his shaft, willing myself not to choke. As I took more and more of him into my mouth, Rich's breathing quickened. His hips bucked up towards me. His hand moved to the back of my head and he guided me up and down his shaft at the pace he wanted.

"Don't stop, baby. Just like that... Yeah, keep going, baby, keep going. Oh, fuck, you're gonna get my load! Aw, fuck!"

Rich grunted loudly and his penis jerked as it fired pulses of white hot semen into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of the precious fluid, not wanting to waste one single drop. After his breathing settled and his body stopped shaking, I moved back up and he grabbed me and pulled me to him. We kissed slowly and sensually.

I rested my head on his chest and he pulled the covers up over us and wrapped his arms around me. I felt happy and complete in a way I had never felt before. I never felt this way before and I knew I would never feel like this with anyone else. I let out a deep breath and before I could stop myself, I said how I felt.

"I love you, Rich," I whispered.

"I love you, too, Nate," came the whispered reply without hesitation.

My eyes filled with tears and I softly wept with joy. His arms tightened around me.

"Shh... It's okay, baby," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head. "I got you. I'm gonna take care of you."

Rich and I dozed off for a while. I felt him get out of bed. He put on a pair of boxers and I put on my underwear. I followed him out to the living room. He turned off the TV and poured a big glass of water from the pitcher in the fridge. He handed it to me and I took a drink and gave it back. He took a drink and I followed him back to his bedroom, only pausing to turn off the living room lights. He locked his bedroom door behind us and set the glass of water on the nightstand. He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, then sat back on his bed, his back against the headboard. I climbed over him and laid down opposite him with my head near his feet so that I could watch him.

"You look so manly," I said.

He winked at me and took another drag of his smoke.

"Can I try one?" I asked.

"No fucking way."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a bad habit you don't need to get addicted to. Not to mention that your mom would cut my nuts off."

He exhaled and put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Come here," he said.

I moved up and sat next to him.

"You promise me you won't start smoking?"

"I promise."

"Good."

Rich bent down and kissed me. He tasted a little like smoke. I frowned a bit, and decided he was right. Rich kept kissing me and the taste went away quickly. He pushed me down onto my back and rolled on top of me.

"I love you, Nate," he whispered into my ear as he began kissing and licking my neck.

I could feel his steel rod pushing down into my crack, slowly moving back and forth. He moved down to my chest, kissing and suckling the small pink peaks. I decided that I was going to go all the way with Rich.

"Rich... make love with me."

Rich pulled back. "You sure, baby?"

"Yes, Rich. You're the one. I want you to be my first."

"I'm gonna make you mine, baby."

"No one else..."

"Never."

Rich pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He rubbed his hands together and poured the lube onto his fingers. He lifted up and his hand moved down between my legs. As he kissed me, I felt a slippery finger rub around my virgin hole. I moaned into Rich's mouth as the finger pushed into me. I grabbed at his back and held tight.

"Relax, baby."

Rich's mouth returned to my nipples. I threw my head back as he expertly worked my chest while his finger slowly started sliding in and out of me. I never felt such sensations before. I wanted Rich so badly. I wanted to give him my body. I so wanted to please him.

"Feels... good... Rich..." I panted.

Rich chuckled. I felt his finger leave me and I started to protest. He slowly pushed into two fingers and I felt a fullness that bordered on uncomfortable. I shifted a little. Rich moved down my body and took my half-hard penis into his mouth. I gasped and his fingers slid into me again. I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out, twisting and turning. He turned them and made a move that rubbed up against something inside me. I gasped in ecstasy and my dick surged to full hardness.

"Oh, Rich!"

Rich continued to suck me gently as his fingers rubbed and probed at the spot. I writhed around the bed and I could feel my climax was fast approaching.

"Rich, I'm coming! Oh Rich!"

My body tightened and released as I came hard. Rich sucked and swallowed every drop as my body convulsed on his bed. As I laid back on the bed, I became aware that Rich was still sliding his fingers in and out of me, only there were three fingers.

"You still want to, baby?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Roll over for me, baby."

I rolled over onto my stomach. I felt Rich pry my cheeks apart. He applied more lube and pushed it in with his three thick fingers. He moved on top of me, reaching in to the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a gold condom wrapper.

"Do we need that, Rich?"

Rich lowered himself onto me, wrapping his arms around me. He gently kissed the back of my neck.

"I need to keep you safe, baby."

"But I'm a virgin."

"I know, but I'm not. I've always used rubbers, but I don't want to take any chances. You're too important to me. We can go get tested if you want and then decide what we want to do, okay?"

"Okay."

I watched Rich open the condom wrapper and remove the rolled latex. He tossed the wrapper on the nightstand and I looked back to see him put it on the top of his penis and then roll it down the shaft until there was no more to unroll. He poured lube onto the shaft and used his hand to spread it around.

"Take a deep breath, baby. Relax. Push out when I start to push in. It'll hurt, but I promise it will go away quickly. I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. I'm gonna make you come so hard. I wanna hear you call my name again when you come."

Rich lined up the head with my hole and I took a deep breath. Before I could exhale, he pushed it in. I tried to remember what he said, but the pain and burning was so intense. I clamped my eyes shut and bit my lower lip. Rich was holding me tightly. His hairy chest tickled my back.

"I'm sorry, baby. If you want to stop, tell me."

"No... don't stop."

I took another deep breath and tried to push him out. He slipped further in and I grunted in pain. Rich was kissing my neck and shoulders and I finally started to relax. The pain slowly diminished and I felt very full.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I breathed.

"I love you so much, Nate. You're my baby. I claimed you as mine. No one else is ever gonna have you."

"I love you, Rich. I'm yours forever."

I felt Rich slowly move back and before I could protest him pulling out, he slid back in, sliding in further. He repeated the motion again and again until I felt his hairy bush and his large balls against me.

"You've got me, baby. Who's your man?"

"You are, Rich."

"You're so fucking tight, baby."

Rich slid out and pushed back in. The head of his penis rubbed against my prostate and I shuddered and whimpered in need. Rich started moving faster, using shallow strokes, slowly getting deeper and longer.

He pulled out of me back onto his haunches. "Turn over, baby. I want to see your face when I make you come."

I rolled over onto my back. Rich took my legs and pushed them back towards my chest. He slid into me, angled so that he rubbed against my prostate. I moaned and reached up and ran my hands down his chest and stomach to his hips.

"Put your legs around my waist."

My ankles dug into Rich's butt as he leaned down towards me. He pushed in and out of me, using long and slow strokes. I whimpered as he slid over my magic spot over and over. My dick was hard as steel, throbbing and leaking onto my belly. Rich leaned down and kissed me. His body hair tickled my chest and belly. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.

"Rich... please... It feels so good... Don't stop..."

Rich's mouth clamped onto the base of my neck. He started thrusting harder and faster. His dick rubbed and poked my prostate over and over. His hips slapped against me loudly. The bed squeaked and groaned underneath us. I dug my ankles into him and my back arched. His hairy belly rubbed against my cock. The hair tickled the slick head.

"So tight... so fucking good," he grunted.

"Rich... You're gonna make me...!"

I gasped and cried out his name and my climax rocked my body. I could the hot spurts of my come splashing against my chest and stomach.

"Oh, fuck! Nate, I'm gonna come!"

Rich slammed into me several more times before he finally grunted and thrust hard into me one last time. He held still as his body convulsed. I could feel his penis pulsing inside me and I knew he was filling the condom.

Rich collapsed on top of me with a grunt. "Fucking amazing."

I grabbed at his back and buried my face in his neck. I held on tight to him as I became overcome with emotion.

"I love you so much, Rich," I managed to squeak out.

"I love you, baby."

Rich peppered me with light kisses. He gripped his softening penis and slid out of me. He tied the end of the full condom and got up and tossed it into the trash can. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself off, then wiped me down.

He lit a smoke and sat down on the bed against the headboard. I moved up next to him and laid my head on his thigh. My eyes became heavy as he tenderly stroked my hair.

When he finished his cigarette, he turned out the light and I cuddled up to him. I was asleep before he even settled.

When I woke the next morning, I was on my side facing away from Rich. I turned around and cuddled up to his warm body.

"Morning," he grumbled.

"Morning," I said with a yawn.

He looked at me and chuckled. "You're fucking adorable with bed head."

I smiled and put my arm around his belly and felt something warm and hard poke my arm. I lifted the covers and looked down.

"Hm," I said. "He looks happy to see me."

"Oh, he is. He loves you," Rich said very seriously.

I looked at Rich. He had a smile on his face, trying not to laugh and I giggled.

"I love him, too."

"Why don't you show him how much?" he husked.

I gave Rich a kiss and then moved my head under the covers. I lifted the swollen shaft and nuzzled my nose and lips at the base, inhaling the musky scent, before running my tongue up the shaft. I swirled my tongue all around his foreskin before I took him into my mouth, applying a firm suction as I bobbed up and down. Rich loudly groaned his approval of my actions.

"Come here, baby," he growled as he pulled me up by my arms. "Straddle me."

I moved on top of him, my knees on either side of his body, sitting back onto his saliva slickened dick. Rich ran his hands up and down my body. I threw my head back as he played with my balls with one hand while the other reached up under me. I felt the lubed finger slide easily into my entrance and I moaned. I instinctively whimpered and pushed down onto his finger.

I leaned forward, putting my hands on Rich's furry chest as he pumped two fingers in and out of me, thrusting, twisting, turning. He pushed a third finger into me and found my prostate. I gasped and my dick jerked and pre-come dripped out in a string onto his moving forearm.

"Oh Rich..."

I moaned in frustration as his hands left me. He reached into the open drawer and pulled out a new condom. He opened the packet and handed the rolled latex to me.

"Put it on me."

His voice was deep and commanding. I instantly took the offered item, moving back to give myself access. I lifted his member and rolled it down like I had watched him do. I held it as he poured the lube onto it. I ran my hand up and down, making it nice and slippery.

"Ride me. Hard and fast."

He held the shaft up and with a hand on my hip, helped guide me over and onto him. I slid down with a firm push until the head popped into me. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned at the intrusion. I put my hands on Rich's chest and held still for a minute until the pain subsided. Rich's hands moved to my hips and helped hold me steady. I took a deep breath and pushed down, sliding further down. I bore the pain and pushed until I was all the way down to the root. Rich's head pressed back into the pillow and his eyes rolled back and he released a loud groan.

I dug my fingers into his chest hair and slowly moved my hips up, then back down. "Oh god..."

Rich's fingers dug into my waist and he pulled me up and then down. I braced myself onto him and began riding him harder and faster.

"Aw, fuck," he groaned and thrust up to meet my movements.

I whimpered wantonly with each thrust of his hips as I bounced up and down on him. I felt Rich's slippery hand enclose my half-erect penis and it quickly responded to his masterful touch. I bucked my hips wildly up and down trying to thrust up into his hand and down onto his cock at the same time.

"Rich... so good... yes, oh god, yes..."

"Come for me, baby. Make me come with you."

"Rich, it's coming now!"

Rich's slick hand flew up and down my shaft and I cried out his name as I exploded, spurting my hot juices all over his chest and stomach. Rich grabbed my hips and pounded up into me. With a loud grunt and what sounded like a roar he thrust up and held me still and I felt him pulsing inside me.

My body was so weak I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I slid off him and fell onto the bed next to him. His penis slapped onto his belly with a loud smack. The large thick organ was still encased by the condom, filled with his seed. He grabbed it and pulled it off and tied the end.

"That looks like a lot of come," I whispered.

"I told you he loved you," he chuckled.

He tossed the condom and it landed in the wastebasket. I snuggled up to him and laid my head on his chest. A big dollop of my come was close to my nose... I flicked my tongue out and tasted it. Rich's hand moved to the back of my neck, pressing me into his chest. I cleaned up the spot and moved to the next, slurping my semen from his hair and licking him clean.

Rich reached down and grabbed his t-shirt and wiped himself down. He sat up and swiped it between my legs and tossed it into the laundry basket in front of the closet.

We dozed for a little while and then woke up so that we could get ready to go out for lunch.

"I need a shower," he said. "You wanna go first?"

I nodded and got up and put on my underwear and shirt. I grabbed my bag and followed Rich to the bathroom. It was a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower stall. He turned on the water for me and got me a clean towel. He gave me a kiss and then left shutting the door behind him. I stripped down and stepped into the shower stall. The warm water felt really good. I washed my hair with Rich's shampoo and grinned widely as it reminded me of the way his hair smelled.

The door opened and I heard him peeing into the toilet. The stream was so loud and sounded so strong and thick and I giggled.

"You sound like a fire hose..." I said as I pulled the curtain back slightly and peeked at him. His penis was dark, veiny, and overly large. The skin was pulled back and it looked unclean and smelly. I looked up to see Uncle John smirking at me. I gasped and pulled the curtain back.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling mortified and disgusted. I breathed a sigh of relief when the stream stopped. A cool breeze drifted over my body and I opened my eyes to see John had pulled back the curtain and was leering at my body. I covered up with my hands and stepped back away from him into the corner.

He looked me up and down and gave a snort of laughter before shutting the curtain. As soon as the bathroom door shut, I turned off the shower and quickly dried off and got dressed. I found Rich in his room talking on his cell phone. I decided not to tell him what happened. I stayed in his room while he took a quick shower. Afterward, we went out and had lunch, then we ran some errands and then went to a pub.

We couldn't drink alcohol, but the owner knew Rich and he let us play pool. I never played before, so Rich taught me how. I was awful, but I still had fun. He couldn't help but laugh at how bad I was, but when he laughed he had a smile on his face and a glimmer in his eye that said he loved me and he wasn't being mean.

***

Our relationship was very passionate from the start. We made love often and I spent many nights in his bed with him. There was no way I could hide it from my mom, so after a couple of weeks, I told mom that Rich and I were in a serious relationship. I could tell she wasn't very happy about it, but she pretended to be happy for me. This upset me greatly. She loved Eric and when he came by, there were hugs and warm welcomes. There was none of that with Rich and it really hurt my feelings. I don't think Rich noticed, but I did. Dad treated Rich better, with firm handshakes and manly conversation, the same as he did with Eric.




Nate and Rich



It was about a month after we started dating, that Rich and Eric were coming over for family dinner on Sunday night. They arrived together and Mom answered the door, and hugged Eric and kissed his cheek. She gave Rich a dismissive pat on the arm. The difference did not go unnoticed by Rich this time. For the first time, I saw the look of hurt in his eyes and I burst into tears.

Rich immediately enveloped me into his arms. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked quietly.

I took a deep breath and walked to the front closet and grabbed my coat. I grabbed Rich's hand and tugged him towards the front door. "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Mom asked.

"What do you care?" I snipped back.

"Nathaniel Baxter, you better watch your tone," Dad warned.

"If Rich isn't welcome here, then we'll go somewhere else."

"What are you talking about, Nathan?" Mom said. "Rich is always welcome here."

"Nate, it's okay," Rich said quietly.

"No, it's not," I sniffled. "It hurts, Mom. You hug and kiss Eric and ignore Rich. I'm sorry I'm gay, but I can't help it. I love Rich so much and it hurts me so bad that you won't accept him."

Tears streamed from my eyes and Rich's arms surrounded me. I turned and buried my face in his chest and sobbed. He nuzzled his lips in my hair and I heard him sniffling. I looked up and saw the tears on his cheeks and it broke my heart. I wiped them away. 

"I love you, baby," he quietly told me. "Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry."

He bent down and kissed me and I hugged him tight.

"Shh... It's okay, Nate," he whispered.

I pulled back from him and took a deep breath and started to put my coat on. A sob from Nicole brought my attention behind me. I turned to see Eric was standing behind her holding her as she cried. She pulled away from him and ran to me and hugged me tight.

"Nathan... Come here, honey," Mom said quietly.

I looked up to see Mom and Dad were standing next to each other. Dad has his arms around Mom's shoulders. His eyes were brimming with tears. Mom's face was stained with tear streaks and she was holding out her hands to me.

Nicole let go of me and stepped back to Eric. I looked back at Rich and he nodded. I grabbed at Rich's hand. I was feeling really fragile and vulnerable and I didn't want to leave him. He turned me around and gently pushed me towards my parents.

They took me in their arms and sat me down on the couch between them. Dad's hand moved to my shoulder as Mom's hands held my face.

"Nathan, we are not ashamed that you're gay. Your father and I are so proud of you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry. I just need time to get to know Rich. I've had almost four years to get to know Eric. I never meant to hurt your feelings or his. Do you forgive me?"

I nodded. She hugged me to her and I quietly cried on her shoulder. She held me and kissed my temple and my forehead. I sat up and turned around and looked at Dad. He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, son."

Mom stood up and walked over to Rich. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. Thank you for loving my son."

She put her arms around him and hugged him and kissed his cheek. Dad stood up and gave Rich a hug, and then Nicole did the same.

I got up and gave Rich a tight hug. "I love you, Rich."

He bent down and gave me a quick kiss.

Things were much better after that. After Mom saw how much Rich and I loved each other, she really opened up to him. Rich became part of the family as much as Eric was.

***

As comfortable as Rich was becoming at my home, I was becoming less comfortable at his. I didn't like the way his uncle looked at me. One morning while making coffee for Rich while he was in the shower, John came up behind me. He was wearing boxers and a ratty wife beater. He smelled like stale beer and cigarettes and body odor. It made my stomach turn.

"You got a cup for me, boy?" he grunted in my ear.

I tried to move away, but he pinned me against the counter, his belly pushed into my back. I could feel his hot stinky breath on my ear and I shuddered.

"I heard my nephew fucking you this morning. You sound like a little slut in heat when he's giving you his cock."

I gasped in horror. "Leave me alone!" 

I pushed his arm away and squirmed away from him. I ran into Rich's bedroom and shut the door behind me.

When I got Rich alone that morning, I told him that his uncle listened to us having sex and that he made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't go into the details because I was embarrassed. I had never seen Rich so angry. He said he'd talk to him.

***

One weekend in November, Rich and Eric made plans to go deer hunting for the weekend. I made them stop by since I wouldn't see Rich for the whole weekend. They were heading out really early Friday morning, I was barely up when Rich texted they were on their way. I got up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I knocked on Nicole's door to let her know they were coming and then headed downstairs. I started a big pot of coffee and grabbed Dad's thermos. Nicole and I had made a care package the night before with homemade chocolate chip cookies and brownies, Rich's favorite beef jerky and some other snacks.

When I heard them pull into the driveway, I went to the door to let them in. I whimpered softly when I saw Rich step inside. He and Eric were dressed similarly in a hunting camouflage jacket and pants. Rich also had a camouflage cap. Rich bent down and kissed me.

"Nicole's in the shower," I told Eric. "She'll be down in a second. Rich? Can you come upstairs for a second? I want to give you something."

I grabbed Rich's hand and pulled him up to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss.

"You look so hot, Rich."

I grabbed my digital camera and made him pose for a couple of pictures. Rich grabbed the camera and pulled me to him. He put his arm around me and held the camera out and pointed it towards us and took a picture. We looked at the screen and flipped through the pictures.

"God, you're such a stud," I said.

Rich and I kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined with each other. My dick had stiffened when I first saw him walk into the house. His quickly caught up as we kissed. He moved down to my neck, lightly kissing and sucking.

"Oh god... That feels so good. If my parents weren't home, I'd want you to make love with me... with your hunting gear on."

"You little slut," he growled in my ear and we both laughed.

His hand moved down to my ass and he pulled me to him, pressing his crotch into me. I reluctantly pulled back from him. He adjusted his fully erect cock in his camouflage pants to try to make it more comfortable.

"You're not gonna be able to go downstairs like that," I said with a giggle.

I took a deep breath and looked up at Rich. I squatted down in front of him and unbuckled his belt.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he whispered. "You're gonna...?"

I unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers enough so that his engorged shaft snapped up against his belly. I moaned and quickly took hold of it and pointed it towards my mouth. I engulfed half of it into my mouth and I started bobbing up and down, stroking with my hand.

"Yeah, blow me, baby."

Rich stifled a groan and put his hands on my head. He started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I looked up at him and made eye contact. I held the base of his cock with my right hand. I fondled his balls with my left hand as he pumped in and out of my mouth faster and faster. We tried to be quiet, but the slurping sounds were kind of loud.

"Gonna... come," he whispered between pants.

"Mm-hmm," I consented.

Rich's knees buckled and his head fell back and he quietly groaned as the first blast hit the roof of my mouth. I whimpered as his hot come pooled in my mouth, forcing me to swallow. I sat back on my haunches and let Rich's spent cock slip from my mouth. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as Rich looked down at me. I saw the satisfied grin on his face and I was filled with a rush of pride. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply.

"We'd better get downstairs," I said.

Rich put his now flaccid penis back into his shorts and zipped and buckled up. We went back downstairs. There was no sign of Nicole or Eric. I mentally shrugged and filled the thermos with coffee. I grabbed a couple of Styrofoam cups and put them in the box with the cookies and other stuff.

"I made the cookies for you," I said. "Nicole made the brownies. I hope you like them."

"I'm sure I'll love them, baby. You are so good to me. Thank you."

Rich bent down and gave me a slow and sensual kiss. We broke our kiss as Nicole and Eric came down the stairs. Their faces looked flushed. Eric adjusted his zipper and I blushed and turned away. Rich chuckled quietly and they smiled at each other knowingly and bumped fists.

Nicole and I followed our boyfriends out to Rich's truck. I gave Rich one last kiss and he got into the truck and rolled down the window. I leaned against the door and kissed his arm.

"Be careful, please, Rich," I said.

"I'll be fine, baby. I've been doing this for years."

"I know, but still..."

"I'm gonna miss you..."

"Me, too."

"I love you. Bye, baby."

"Love you, too. Bye."

I stepped back from the truck and Nicole joined me. Rich lit a smoke and then pulled out of the driveway with a wave. Nicole and I waved to our guys and then returned inside.

When they came back from the trip, Rich stopped by that night on his way home, still wearing his hunting gear.

"Missed you, babe," he said as he bent down and kissed me.

"I missed you, too. How'd you do?"

"Grabbed a nice buck. Sold it to some guys for venison. But I got some pictures in the truck and I'll email you the rest."

I followed Rich out to the truck and he pulled out the pictures of him posing with a huge deer.

"Rich, these are awesome! I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, babe," he said with a big grin.

"I need to congratulate you," I said with a sly smile.

I climbed into the truck and then grabbed his waistband and belt and pulled him into the truck.

"Drive around the corner," I said huskily.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered as he shut the door and started the truck. He drove around the block and parked his truck in a dark spot.

I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants and pushed them down to the floor. I moved in the seat and pulled Rich on top of me. He kissed me hard and I moved my hands to his belt. I quickly undid and unzipped his pants. I pushed his pants down past his butt. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a packet of lube. As he sucked on my neck, he fingered me and stretched me out. He rolled a condom on and lifted one of my legs over his elbows and pushed into me.

I whimpered and wrapped my hands around his back. I grabbed fistfuls of his camouflage hunting jacket. Rich groaned loudly.

"Oh, Nate baby... You're so good to me..."

Rich fucked me hard and fast. There was no holding back, no making love. This was hot hard sex. I whimpered and panted at the assault as he kissed me and sucked my neck.

"You're so good, Rich..."

"Gonna come!" he grunted.

I felt him expand and pulse inside me and I tipped over the edge and spurt all over our shirts.

He panted and let out a deep breath as he slowly moved inside me. He pulled out of me and rolled down the window behind me and tossed the used condom out the window, then rolled the window back up.

"You are so bad," I giggled as I pulled him back down on top of me.

"Oh? Just a minute ago, you were telling me how good I was," he said with a chuckle.

I laughed. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Rich gave me a gentle kiss. "Have I told you how awesome you are?"

"Yeah, I think maybe once or twice," I smiled.

"In case I didn't... You are--" He gave me a kiss. "Fucking." Another kiss. "Awesome."

I nuzzled my nose and lips on his beard and neck. "So are you, Rich."

"You know how special you are to me? You gave me your virginity. I'm the only one who has ever touched you, the only one who will ever touch you. The only one to be inside you. The only who will ever hear those cute little whimpering noises you make. The only one to see your how beautiful you are when you come. I want to give you the world, baby. I'm gonna finish my apprenticeship and get my license. I'm gonna take care of you, Nate baby. I'm gonna make you so happy. You're my everything, Nathan."

"I love you so much, Rich. Thank you for being so wonderful. I promise it will only ever be you. I'm gonna do everything I can to make you happy."

I tightened my arms around him and we held each other tight until it was time to drive me back to my house.

***

Time went by so quickly. Mom invited Rich over for Thanksgiving, and also invited his uncle. Thankfully, his uncle cleaned up and was very well behaved. His uncle left shortly after dinner, but Rich stayed until late. We even took a nap together on my bed after having stuffed ourselves, though Mom insisted we keep the door open.

Mom and Dad also invited him over for Christmas and it wonderful to have him with me on the special day that I always shared with my family.

On Valentine's Day, Rich said he had something planned for us. He asked me to pack a bag so that I could spend the night with him. When he rang the doorbell, I opened the door and drew in a sharp breath. He was dressed in a nice pair of khakis and a blue button down shirt. He had used the beard trimmer I bought him for Christmas to trim and shape up his beard.

"You look so handsome," I said, as I scratched my fingers over his beard.

Rich looked me up and down. I was wearing a pair of navy Dockers and a white short-sleeve button down shirt. He smiled to show his approval at my appearance. "Beautiful," he whispered.

I blushed and smiled at his compliment. He kissed me and I put on my coat and he drove us to dinner. We both had a steak dinner. It wasn't outrageously expensive, but it was fancy for us. Rich wanted to pay for both of us, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to pay for his dinner, so we ended up splitting the bill.

Afterward, we drove to his place. He had cleaned his bedroom. He had some pillar candles on the nightstand and he lit those, then locked the door and turned off the light. He opened his dresser drawer and pulled out a red rose and gave it to me.

"I'm not very good at this," he said. "I don't know if you're supposed to give guys roses... But... Anyway... I love you, Nathan."

"It's perfect. I love you, Rich."

It was all so romantic that I just melted into his arms as he kissed me.

We slowly undressed each other and he pulled back the blankets and we crawled into bed. We made out for a long time, nice and slow. By the time Rich pulled open the nightstand drawer and got the lube, I was ready. He stretched me out with his fingers, taking his time to prepare me.

Rich reached for a condom and I grabbed his hand. We had both went to get tested last month when the county health clinic had free testing. We were both clean.

"Rich, I want to feel you... only you."

"I've been waiting for you, baby. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

When Rich's bare sex slid into me that first time, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. His cock felt like hot fire sliding into me. The sensation of his bare skin was the most amazing thing I ever felt. I realized that the emotional sensation was just as important as the physical. This was our first bareback coupling. The significance to me was that we were now monogamous partners and there would be no others for either of us.

"Oh, my fucking god," Rich groaned. "You're so hot and so tight. You feel so fucking good, baby."

"Make love to me, Rich. Oh, it's so good."

I wrapped my legs around Rich, digging my ankles into his thrusting butt. I whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to rub my throbbing and dripping dick against his furry belly. Rich was on top of me, with his arms around me. We kissed deeply as he pounded in and out of me, twisting his hips, hitting that hidden bundle of nerves inside me over and over.

I gasped and cried out his name as I came. My juices spurt between our bodies and Rich climaxed with a roar and I felt him expand inside me and his cock pulsed over and over and I knew he was planting his seed deep inside me. I held onto him tightly as my body shuddered.

His cock never softened and it remained buried fully inside me.

"Love you, baby," he whispered as he peppered my face and head with kisses.

"Love you, Rich."

Rich started moving slowly in and out of me. I moaned when I realized that he was going to take me again. "Yes, Rich, yes."

Rich slid out and rolled me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees. He spread my cheeks and growled. I could feel the cold air hitting my most private place as some of his seed leaked out of me and dripped down my leg.

"This is my ass," he grumbled, his voice deep and commanding. "Mine."

Rich smacked my ass cheek, then pushed forward and slid his thick and throbbing cock into me. I moaned in pleasure as it slid past my prostate. He grabbed my hips so hard I thought he might leave impressions on my skin. He pounded me fast and furiously, his hips making obscene slapping noises as he connected with my body. I moaned and whimpered and pushed back against him. He had never taken me so rough before and I was in ecstasy.

"You. Are. Mine! Take. My. Fucking. Cock!" he grunted, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust.

"Fuck me, Rich! Fuck me!"

My words fueled Rich and he tore into me. I was barely able to stay on all fours, but his grip on my hips ensured that I was not getting away from him.

"I'm coming, Nate! Here it comes! Fuck! NATE!"

With the roar of my name, Rich thrust hard into me and emptied his load into my guts. Rich pushed forward, shoving me onto the bed, landing on top of me. His breathing slowed and he gently kissed the back of my neck, then moved and nuzzled the side of my neck.

"Was I too rough, baby?"

"No. It was hot that you wanted me so much. I'm so hard, Rich."

He pulled back and helped me turn over. My dick was swollen nearly purple with need. Rich looked at it and then looked at me. I looked at him with pleading eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Rich, please," I whispered.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked as he ran his hand over my chest and stomach.

"I want to come, Rich. Make me feel good, like only you can. Please, make me come."

Rich knelt between my legs and licked at my balls. He ran his tongue up the shaft and my body shuddered and I moaned. "Please..."

"Is this what you want, baby?" Rich asked as he flicked his tongue under the sensitive head.

"Yes, Rich, please..."

Rich hooked his finger around the base and lifted me towards his mouth. He engulfed it in one move and sucked. My body tensed up and then convulsed as I exploded into his mouth. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My eyes rolled back in my head and I saw stars. With a cross between a gasp and a sob, I collapsed into his bed. Rich climbed on top of me and pressed his tongue into my mouth. My mouth filled with my own warm semen and I sucked at Rich's tongue and swallowed all he offered me. We kissed and cleaned each others' mouths.

Rich rolled onto his back and pulled me to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you," he said and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you, Rich."

We got up and used the bathroom and brushed our teeth. Rich had a quick smoke and then we crawled back into bed. Rich pulled me tight to him. He peppered me with gentle kisses and I laid my head on his furry chest. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Sleep, sweetheart," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose and lips in my hair.




Nate and Rich



***

The next morning the buzzing alarm clock startled us both awake. Rich was spooned up behind me, his arms around me holding me tight to his body. With a groan, he rolled over and slammed his fist on the clock. After a little kissing, Rich reluctantly pulled away.

"I gotta get ready for work. Can you make me some coffee while I take a shower, baby?"

"Of course," I said and gave him a kiss.

I got out of bed and put on last night's boxer briefs and shirt. I padded to the kitchen as Rich disappeared into the bathroom. I started the coffee and turned around and jumped to see that Uncle John had snuck up behind me. He smelled drunk.

"Hi," I said meekly as I stepped around him.

I moved towards Rich's bedroom when he grabbed me from behind. He wrapped his arms around me.

"You little cocktease. Walking around all high and mighty, showing off your pretty little ass."

"Let go of me!"

"You fucking slut, I'm gonna give you what you been askin' for."

John pulled me and then pushed me face down onto the couch.

"No!" I shouted.

His hand clapped over my mouth and he pulled my underwear down, exposing my ass to him. I screamed into his hand as he shoved two fingers into me.

"Your pussy is sloppy wet. You been taking my nephew's dick bareback? I'm gonna show you how real men fuck, boy."

I struggled to get away, sobbing into his hand while trying to pull away from the pain. His thighs pushed my legs apart and he pulled his fingers out as his body lowered on top of me. I screamed again as loud as I could, begging for Rich to come.

Suddenly the weight on top of me was gone and I heard struggling and shouting.

"I'll kill you, you motherfucker!" Rich shouted.

I pulled my underwear up and turned over to see Rich straddling his uncle, punching him over and over in the face.

I sobbed loudly and curled up into a ball. Rich turned and looked at me and ran to me, scooping me up in his arms.

"You broke my nose, you little bastard!" John screamed.

"Fuck you! You stay away from Nate and stay away from me!"

"Get the fuck out of my house! And take your little whore with you!"

Rich pulled me to my feet and helped me out to his truck. He sat in the drivers seat, tears running down his face. He had a bruised left cheek from where John clearly connected with his fist. Rich ran his hands through his hair and then slammed his fists on the steering wheel.

"FUCK!" he screamed.

Rich took a deep breath and looked at me. He wiped my tears from my face and kissed my forehead.

"Nathan... Did he..."

"No. You got there before..."

He let out sigh of relief and rubbed the tears away with his fist.

"I can't live here," he said quietly. "What the fuck am I gonna do?"

"We'll figure something out."

"Fuck," he mumbled as he looked at his watch. He started the truck and headed towards my house. He was quiet on the drive, deep in thought.

We pulled up into my driveway and he took my hand and kissed the top of my knuckles.

"Baby, I promise from now on, I will keep you safe. NO ONE will ever touch you again."

Rich kissed me tenderly and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I have a few hundred dollars saved up," I said. "You can have it to help get an apartment."

"Would you, uh... maybe... Would you want to move in with me?"

"Really? You want me to move in with you?"

"Yes. Baby, I love you."

"Yes, Rich. I would love to."

I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed.

"Okay, I gotta get to work. I'm gonna be late."

"Okay. If you want, I'll try to find an apartment for us. And I'm gonna look for a job, too."

Rich gave me a range he could afford and was adamant that my job only be part time so that I could still go to school. We also made plans to go back to the trailer that night to load up his stuff into the truck while his uncle was at work.

I gasped as I went to get out of the truck. We had left the trailer so quickly, I didn't have any pants on. We both started laughing really hard. I gave Rich one last kiss, then I jumped out of the truck and ran to the front door. I realized then that I didn't have my wallet, my phone or my keys. Luckily the door was unlocked. I scampered up to my room and took a shower then laid down and took a nap.

When I got up and went downstairs, Nicole was in the living room reading. I told her what happened without going into the details and she couldn't believe it. I told her about moving in with Rich and she said that Mom and Dad would never let me. I started crying and she hugged me until I calmed down. I asked to borrow some money from her until I could get my wallet back so that I could take the bus to campus.

I applied for jobs at the book store, the coffee shop, the sub shop and the pizzeria on campus. I went to the library and got the newspaper and looked through the classified ads. I jotted some notes in my notebook, but none of them looked promising. I went to the phone and called every one. They were all way too expensive.

I then walked over to the student board and saw one particular apartment that was at the upper end of our price range, but still affordable. It was a small one-bedroom on the second floor of a house. The pictures of the rooms didn't look too bad. It was on the other side of town from campus, between where Rich and I lived, which is probably why it wasn't rented yet. I pulled the flier down and went back to the phone. When I talked to the landlady, she seemed really nice and I made an appointment for us to go see the apartment after Rich got off work.

I took the bus back home and braced myself to talk to my parents. I gathered them into the living room and took a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad... Um... Rich got into a really bad fight with his uncle this morning. And he needs to move out."

Mom shook her head. "Nathan, I'm sorry, but he can't move in here."

"No, Mom, I know. I mean, we're looking for an apartment. I found one today that we're going to go look at. It--"

"Wait a minute, Nathan," Dad interrupted. "What do you mean, 'we'?"

"Rich asked me to move in with him, and I said yes."

"Nathan, how are you going to pay rent?" Mom asked.

"I applied for some jobs today. I hope I can get something quick."

"You are not dropping out of school," Mom said firmly.

"I don't want to... Would you still help me with tuition?"

"Nathan, we know how you feel about Rich and how he feels about you, but this is a big step. I don't think either of you are ready for it."

"But it's my fault he has to move out," I said as my eyes welled with tears.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked.

"He and his uncle got into a fight... about me."

I could tell that Dad wanted to know more, but I interrupted him before he could ask.

"I'm moving in with Rich without your blessing or your help. If I have to drop out of school and get a full time job, then that's what I'm going to do."

The look on Dad's face told me that I had crossed the line. Before Dad could respond, Mom spoke up. "Nathan, we didn't say we wouldn't help you. We just want to know you've thought about what you're doing."

"I have, Mom."

"We're going to want to talk to Rich before you two decide anything," Dad said.

"We're supposed to meet the landlady at the apartment, and then we need to go to Rich's place and get his stuff while his uncle's at work."

"After you see the apartment, come back here so we can talk to him. Don't sign anything until you've talked to us."

"Okay."

When Rich pulled into the driveway, I ran outside and told him about the apartment. We drove over there and met the landlady, Martha. Ms. Martha was an older lady, and seemed very nice. Her son went to the community college and he lived in the bottom apartment of the two-story home with his fiancée.

Martha was concerned that the two of us would be living there since it was only a small one bedroom apartment with only one spot for parking. Rich told her that we only had the one truck and the two of us would be sharing a bedroom. She understood what he implied and didn't seem to bat an eye over it. The entrance was on the back of the house. A wooden staircase led up to a very small deck. We followed Martha up the stairs to the deck and she unlocked the apartment.

It was quite small. The living room wasn't too bad, but the kitchen was tiny. It had a small fridge and a sink and a stove. The bedroom was bigger than Rich's bedroom, but that wasn't saying much. The bathroom had a full tub with shower, a toilet and a pedestal sink. The apartment was in pretty good shape and it looked clean.

The rent was near the top of Rich's price range, but we knew we wouldn't find anything else in his budget. We told her that we were interested and that we'd get back to her by the next day.

We headed back home so that my parents could talk to Rich. Rich chain smoked two cigarettes on the way because he was so nervous.

Mom and Dad didn't grill Rich too much, mostly small talk. Then Dad asked why he and his uncle got into a fight.

"My uncle put his filthy hands on Nathan. No one touches my Nate!"

Rich's eyes blazed with anger. Dad nodded. He seemed pleased, which surprised me.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look and then Dad spoke.

"Nathan, we've decided to give you our blessing. As for a job, I'll put you to work in my shop. You can answer the phones and help the customers. You will continue to go to class until you get your associate's degree. We'll arrange your work hours around your schedule. I'll pay you $7.00 an hour."

Mom raised an eyebrow at Dad.

"$7.50," Dad said. 

"Thanks, Dad," I said with a smile. 

Dad owned and operated his own auto repair and upgrade shop, specializing in trucks and motorcycles. I knew very little about automotive repairs, but I promised myself that I would try my best to make Dad proud of me.

"You're welcome. I expect you to work hard and learn the business, Nathan. Rich, you can stay here tonight. You can sleep on the futon in the office."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," Rich said with a smile.

"Are you going to take the apartment you looked at tonight?" Dad asked him.

"Yes, sir," he answered.

"Okay. Then let's go to your uncle's and get your things."

"Rich, let me take a look at your face first," Mom said.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Baxter."

"I'm the nurse here. I'll decide if you're fine."

After Mom looked at Rich's face and cleaned it up, Rich called Ms. Martha and we accepted the apartment and made an appointment to meet the following day to get the keys and sign the lease. Dad followed Rich and me in his truck to the trailer park. Rich unlocked the door and we went into his bedroom. We didn't have boxes, so we packed everything up in large garbage bags that Dad brought. We set aside the stuff that Rich didn't want, to throw into the dumpster on our way out. We put everything else into Rich's and Dad's trucks and then headed back home.

When it was time for bed, I helped Rich set up the futon and got him some sheets and blankets and pillows. I kissed him for a while before I reluctantly pulled away and went to bed.

***

"NO!" 

I sat up in my bed, shaking uncontrollably. I looked around. It was pitch black in the middle of the night. I dreamed that Uncle John was trying to rape me, but Rich didn't come save me this time. I was shaking and crying. Rich was across the hall. I needed to see him. I got up and quietly moved across the hall. The door to Dad's study was partially closed. I could hear my boyfriend snoring inside. I pushed open the door and quiet moved inside. 

"Nate?" he grunted. His voice was deep and scratchy from sleep. "What's wrong, baby?" 

"I had a nightmare," I sniffled. 

"Come here." 

Rich held open the blankets and I crawled in and wrapped myself around his warm body. 

"Rich?" 

"Mm-hmm?" 

"Will you promise not to be mad if I tell you something?" 

"Hmm. I can't promise that, but I'll try." 

"Your uncle... Before you stopped him..." I choked back a sob. "He shoved his fingers inside me... He hurt me." 

My body shook as I held onto him and sobbed. Rich gripped me tight to his body. He was comforting me, but I could tell he was beyond pissed. I hoped that he wasn't pissed at me, but at his Uncle.

"Do you still love me?" I quietly asked. 

"What kind of question is that?" he replied as he gently rubbed my head. "Of course I love you." 

"I promised you that no one else would ever touch me... but I couldn't stop him. I tried so hard to get away. I promise." 

"It's not your fault. I will never stop loving you, Nathan. He tried to take what's mine and he's got a black eye and a broken nose for that." 

I nuzzled into Rich's furry chest. "Can I stay here with you?" I sniffled. 

"Okay, but just for a little while. Get some sleep, baby." 

*** 

"He had a nightmare," he whispered. "He was crying. I couldn't send him back to his room." 

"Hmm?" I asked as I opened my eyes. 

"Shh. Go back to sleep, baby." 

I felt Rich's arms pull me tighter to his chest. His chest felt so warm against my back. 

"You did right, son," I heard another deep voice say as I drifted back to sleep. 

*** 

We met Martha at the apartment that morning and signed everything and got the keys. The previous tenant had left an old sofa and chair and we were glad to have that. With Dad, Eric and Nicole's help, we got everything inside fairly quickly. Before Dad left, he slipped me a check for $500. I hugged him and he kissed my forehead. 

Rich's double bed fit nicely in the bedroom with the nightstand and dresser. I brought my desk and TV and stand from my bedroom and we put those in the living room. We spent the rest of the day cleaning and putting things away. We had a fun time laughing and playing around. 

That night we made love in Rich's bed -- now our bed -- in our apartment for the first time.

When his bare cock entered me, I moaned and whined and begged for it. "Harder, Rich, please." 

Rich didn't deny my plea. He pounded me hard and fast until we both came together. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me over with him. I laid down on his chest and melted. I was barely able to keep my eyes open. 

"Love you, Rich." 

"Love you, baby." 

*** 

For the first few months, things were great. We were like newlyweds in our new apartment. We made love often. I cooked dinner for Rich almost every night. Occasionally he would cook or we'd order pizza. We were able to find a cheap table and chairs for the dining area at a garage sale and we ate dinner at the table together every night. 

Every morning, Rich would drive me to the shop or to campus on the way to work. After class, I would take the bus to Dad's shop. I knew nothing about motorcycles or trucks, but Dad had me answering phones and responding to emails. I waited on and helped the customers when they came in. When there was a lull, I either did homework or hung out with the mechanics trying to learn as much as I could. Dad said he was very glad to have me working with him because I took care of the stuff he didn't like while he got to spend more time in the shop. After work, Rich would pick me up on the way home. 

Rich's boss started screwing him out of overtime again. When Rich complained, he cut Rich's hours. We were barely able to make ends meet as it was and the decrease in Rich's pay really hurt us. Rich tried to hide it from me, because he felt that he needed to take care of us and it was his responsibility to provide. But I knew what was going on. I could see him sitting at the desk flipping through the bills trying to figure out which ones to pay and getting really frustrated. 

We started having trouble with Rich's truck. Dad fixed it up for the cost of parts and no labor and lent Rich his truck for the day while it was in the shop. Even though it was a huge discount, it was still a big hit to our bank account and it drained all of our savings.

One day I was in between classes, sitting in the student center studying when I got a call on my cell phone. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Is this Nathan Baxter?" 

"Yes." 

"This is Nurse Pitman from Mercy Hospital emergency room. We have a Richard Parkman here. We haven't been able to contact his uncle and we found your name in his cellphone. Can you get here as soon as possible?" 

I managed to say "Yes" and hang up before I choked back a sob. I called Nicole and left her a hysterical message, then called Dad and left him the same. I ran to the bus stop as fast as I could and rode to the hospital. A million things went through my mind and I worried myself into a panic. When I got off the bus, I ran at top speed into the ER. 

I told the nurse that I had been called about Rich. She wouldn't give me any information because I wasn't family. I begged with her and I told her that I was the only one he had. She told me that the only thing I could do was to wait until he could see visitors. I sat down in the ER waiting room and wept. Horrible thoughts ran through my head about what could be wrong with him. 

I called my Mom at work and told her what was happening. It was hard to get it out because I was crying so hard. I asked her what I should do. She said she'd try to find out what was going on and she'd call me back. 

When I got the call back from Mom, I answered right away. Her boss, Dr. Saltzman, called the ER and said he was Rich's personal physician and got an update on his condition. He had fallen from a ladder and was knocked unconscious. His boss called 911 and an ambulance brought him in to the ER. He had a concussion and also had a badly sprained left wrist. He wasn't in critical condition and was now awake. As I was talking on the phone, Dad rushed in and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me, then took the phone from me to talk to Mom when I finished. I laid my head on his shoulder while they talked. 

"Are you okay, buddy?" Dad asked me after he hung up with Mom. 

I shook my head 'no' and more tears fell from my eyes. Dad put his arms around me and tried to comfort me. We must have sat there for over an hour waiting when Rich's Uncle John walked into the ER. I pointed him out to Dad and said I was going to talk to him. 

John talked to the nurse who said she'd get someone to take him to see Rich. While he was waiting, I walked up to him and said 'hi'. 

"What do you want?" he grumbled. 

"I'm worried about Rich. They won't let me see him or even tell me what's going on. Could you ask if I could see him?" 

"Why the fuck should I do anything for you?" 

I hung my head as more tears fell down my cheeks. A nurse got John and led him away from me and I went back to the chairs. Eric and Nicole had just arrived and were sitting with Dad. They both gave me a hug and we all sat down and waited. 

A short while later, John came out and motioned for me. I looked at Dad and he nodded. I got up and followed John. 

"I'm doing you a favor," he said. "You owe me, boy." 

I swallowed and nodded and followed him. He brought me to Rich and hung back while I went in. When I saw him, I choked back a sob. His eyes were closed and he had a shaved spot on his head, which was covered with a bandage. His left wrist was in a soft brace. 

I moved to the right side of the bed and took his hand and laid my head down on it. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't and I started to sob. 

"Nate," his voice croaked. "Baby, I'm okay. Don't cry." 

I looked up at Rich. His eyes were opened and he looked so tired. 

"Rich! I was so worried about you." 

"I was asking for you. I knew you'd be here. I love you, baby." 

"I love you, too." 

A doctor and nurse came in and told me I had to leave. I begged to stay, but they said I could come back later when he was moved to his room. He had to stay for overnight observation. I kissed him goodbye and left reluctantly. As I walked back towards the ER waiting room, John sidled up to me.