2 comments/ 8865 views/ 4 favorites Two of Hearts Ch. 01 By: DaEmOn_FiRe Author's Note: A while ago I released a story called Chris' Adventures in Love. Re-reading it, I noticed it needed polishing. I decided that, before releasing the other parts, I should redo the first one to make it more consistent, concise, and interesting. Here's hoping this one's better_ All characters, places, and events are purely fictional and created by the author. Any similarities in characters, places, or events are purely coincidental. This story may only be posted by the original author. Any redistribution to a third party without author's permission is not allowed. © 2010, DaemonFire *** Physics sucks, I thought to myself. It was Friday last period and karma decided to fuck with me once again and make Physics extra boring. The AP exam was in three weeks and all we did was review, test prep. Review, test prep. Pop quiz that we all failed, review, test prep. It was an endless cycle that never seemed to stop. I snapped out of my delusion to look around the room. Seven people were asleep. Three had left early for a track meet, or something. Lucky. "Chris_" I suddenly sat at attention at my seat. My teacher had asked me to solve a problem. "Please explain to us the value of x in this particular problem." I studied it carefully. I sure as hell didn't know what it was, but it was worth the guess. "Well, x is the horizontal vector for the equation, and using the projectile motion equation and substituting the already known answers for a, t, and v, we find x is...forty-eight." I said. "Yes, that's true. Now, what if we used an energy equation to solve for x? Jamie? What do you think?" Good. Off my back. Let the smarter kids figure out the problem. As if I give a fuck. I snickered to myself as I went back to my observation. Two others had fallen asleep in the minute I was answering the problem, and one was fairly close. I say half. With five minutes left, the teacher called the class and passed out our last tests. "This test was on thermodynamics, everyone. You all did fairly well on this one." The teacher began passing out the tests. Mostly everyone gave silent approvals for good grades, silent disappointment for bad ones. I figured I'd edge out a 75 or something. As he approached my desk, I saw his face turn sour. Shit. I failed. "Good job, Chris. I wish all of your tests were this good." He handed it back to me. "99?_ Seriously?_" I exclaimed. "Yeah. The one problem you got wrong was a mere miscalculation. Great work_" I was ecstatic. AP Physics was my worst class but I got a 99 on a test. Unheard of. In my moment of celebration, I noticed Andrew sitting in a far corner of the room. Andrew was my stereotypical high school crush. He was absolutely gorgeous with a killer personality to boot. He was one of those guys that every girl wanted to fuck and every guy wished he was. But there was only one girl he cared about--until today. Andrew and his girlfriend Stephanie had been together for a solid three years with only minor bumps at best in the relationship. Apparently she'd been cheating on him with an underclassman for a few months, and the rumors reached him this morning. Never have I seen a nastier confrontation. To spare the awful details, it ended with tears, a black eye, detentions, and possibly the most broken heart ever. I think the worst part was that prom was in a month; how would he get a date? Almost everybody in the senior and junior classes were already going with someone else. I would have offered if it weren't for the fact that I already was going with my friend. The bell rang, signifying the weekend. Thank God that shitshow's over, I thought. I quickly made my way to Andrew before he left. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "I know today's been the ultimate day from hell, but I hope that's not going to stop you from coming to my party tomorrow night." "You're turning eighteen, Chris. I wouldn't miss it even if the world was ending." He replied with a smile that sent my heart into a back-flip and chills down my spine. I put my arm around his shoulder as we walked to our cars, ironically parked next to each other. I could tell me being there sent him some comfort, as his pace became livelier as we approached our cars. As he was about to get into his, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow_" and drove off. I headed home shortly after and began preparing for my party. With my parents on business for the weekend, I had free reign over the house, giving me the perfect opportunity to have a massive party. After setting up, I showered and headed to bed. The anticipation for the next day had kept me from getting a decent night of sleep, so I was drowsy and irritable the next morning. Nonetheless, it was my birthday, so I quickly cheered myself up and made a hearty breakfast. While I was eating, I suddenly had a thought. I'm eighteen now. I'm legal for a lot of things. Today could really be a great day. After breakfast, I headed to the drugstore and purchased my first scratch tickets, lighter, and cigarettes. I ended up winning a dollar on the ticket, which I used on a pack of gum. As I paid for it, the clerk began talking about his first scratch ticket. I looked up at him. He was really cute. He had radiant blue eyes, silky smooth black hair, and almost perfect teeth. He couldn't have been over nineteen. Once he noticed me checking him out, he winked at me. "Like what you see? You're not too bad yourself, handsome." He said in a sexy voice. I could feel arousal in my groin. "If you like, I'm on break in ten. How about we...get a little more acquainted?" He was gorgeous but I politely declined, saying that I was saving myself for someone else. He instead wrote his number on my receipt and said, "if you change your mind, call" with another wink. I laughed slightly as I exited the drugstore and went home. After popping in a piece of gum, savoring the fruity taste, I began setting up my basement for the party. I plugged my iPod into the speaker dock and prepared my party mix. I left out the bottles of soda and cups, chips, and other party accessories. I made sure the fridge was stocked with extra food and drinks. Once I was set, I began to set up the infamous red cups in beer pong fashion on one of my tables. Pong was a favorite game of ours and was commonplace at every party. My mind suddenly drifted to Andrew. I really hoped he was okay. I'd had a crush on him for a good two years now, and the last thing I wanted was to see him depressed. I replayed a fantasy in my head where we'd sit together and sip wine, laughing and cuddling and kissing. Then I'd reach down and caress his groin, feeling it grow in my hands. Then I'd unzip his zipper and let his huge cock fly out. It would be about nine inches long, slender, and circumcised, with a light pink head. I'd begin by memorizing every inch of it, every contour. Afterward, I'd begin by licking up and down the shaft. He'd moan in delight. I'd slowly take his penis into my mouth, using one hand for stability as I moved further down. Eventually I'd have nine inches of pure meat in my mouth, savoring the taste of pre-cum that would be leaking out as I pleasured him. Eventually it would be so intense he'd begin to cum into my awaiting mouth, me swallowing every last drop. Afterward, he'd turn around and bend over, and I'd release my hard and eager cock, eight and a half inches long, and be primed to enter his virginal territory... SHIT_ I came all over my favorite shirt. I hadn't realized that I began masturbating to my fantasy. Not like it's the first time, I thought as I ran upstairs and threw on another shirt. It was six when the guests arrived. One by one they filed into my basement, grabbed their first drink, and then got around to whatever they did at parties. Some people huddled in a corner exchanging the latest gossip, some played Guitar Hero, some sat around, and some mingled. I waited for Andrew. Eventually, he arrived, looking quite thrilled. "Happy birthday, man_" He said as he patted my shoulder. As I handed him a drink, everybody gathered to sing Happy Birthday to me. Fuck. I thought. I hate this fucking song. After suffering for that brief minute of happy birthday-ness, I cranked up the music and the party began. Within thirty minutes half of us were wasted, and the other half were on their way. I had won seven rounds of Pong in a row, making myself the champ of the night. In my drunken stupor, I managed to stumble on top of Andrew as he was playing Guitar Hero, just as drunk as me. We both collapsed in laughter, and everyone joined in. "Oh shit." I said as I got up casually. "Sorry man." "Hey, no problem. It happens, you know?" He joked. As the night continued and some people began leaving, the numbers filed down. One by one, the party guests left until Andrew and I were left. As he was about to leave, I stopped him. "Andrew, you're trashed. I'm not gonna let you drive home." I said. "You can stay here tonight." I led him upstairs and into the spare room. I laid him on the couch and grabbed a blanket and pillows for him. He was asleep almost instantly. I looked at him in his sleep. He was beautiful, truly. He had a face that few people could look away from. His features all accentuated each other, forming the perfect face. I stroked his cheek gently, feeling the gruff beard he had. His girlfriend hated the beard, I found it attractive. I figured I should try to get some sleep too, but I ended up sitting down on the armchair next to the couch and watched a movie instead. It was about eleven when Andrew opened his eyes. I could tell he was a little more sober, but the alcohol was probably still there. "Chris, can I ask you something?" He asked. "Of course, Andrew." I replied, pausing the movie. "Ask away." "Well, what if you think you love somebody, but they obviously wouldn't love you?" He asked. "Is this about Stephanie? Because I'm not the break-up expert." I said jokingly. "Well--yes and no," He began, his eyes darting downward. "I did love Stephanie, but--things changed. I'll be honest, in the last few months, our relationship's not been the same." His hands began to fidget. This sure was serious. "I've been thinking of somebody else--when we kissed, when we danced, when we had sex..." "Well, who was it?" I asked, now massively curious. In the back of my mind, I hoped it was me. "You wouldn't understand, Chris...you're not that type of person." He said, almost dejectedly. I wondered where he was going with this. I had no clue what he meant at this point, but I really didn't care. Andrew's hands moved lower and lower down his legs until he was touching his ankles. He rocked back and forth for a bit before continuing his dialogue. "Well, we were having sex one night--and, all of a sudden, as she was blowing me, I imagined it wasn't her. There was someone else..." his groin started to rise slightly. I shifted so that he wouldn't see my growing erection. He shifted as well, as if to follow suit. "I hate to repeat myself, but who was it?" I asked, trying to press more and more out of him. "Sorry, Chris--for some reason talking about it's gonna make me hornier than I already am. Look at me." He stood up, my face mere inches from his clearly throbbing erection. This was my chance. "I could--take care of it for you, you know." I said. Andrew looked at me quizically. "It's not like I'm hitting on you--It's kind of like a favor between friends." His stare was still blank. I decided to be more firm. "Look--it's simple. I'll give you a blowjob to help you relax. You'll get your rocks off and all will be well. We'll never mention it again." "If you're cool with it, but--what about you?" He asked, indicating to my hard-on that tented my jeans. "Don't worry about me--I'll take care of myself later. Besides, you've probably never given one before anyway." I said, realizing right after that my word choice should have been better. "You've done it before?" He asked as he sat down. He looked surprised. "Yeah--only a few times. Mostly because I'd lose at a bet or something, but it's not like you're gay if you do it. It's called 'experimenting'." I said. I'd make it up to him for partially lying--I had never actually lost a bet and had to give a blowjob. "Well, I know that part--so who did you do?" He asked. "Well, the first time was in October, when I was at Dan's party--I lost a bet so I had to give him a blowjob." I explained. His eyes widened. "He said it was better than most girls. It's because guys know where they like it best." "Well, if you don't mind--it would help." He said finally. He slowly rubbed his groin. "Then sit back, drop your jeans, and enjoy." I winked at him seductively. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His boxer shorts tented massively in the front. I started by gently nibbling at where the tent was through his boxers. Slowly I took them off, leaving nothing but his dick. It was actually closer to my size, about eight and a half inches, but I certainly wasn't disappointed. His cock was perfection. Perfectly slender, with a bright pink mushroom-shaped head coming out at the top, with precum already leaking out. I gasped in admiration. "Your cock is quite impressive, Andrew." I said right before I took it in my mouth, starting with the head. I slowly moved my head down more and more, taking an inch or so at a time. I used one hand to steady myself, and the other caressed his balls as Andrew moaned in delight--very audibly. All the while I either sucked on or licked his dick up and down the shaft. Whenever he'd get close to climax, I'd slow my pace--I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible, and I wanted to savor the taste. After about five minutes, I figured we both had enough, and I took to a very fast-paced suck. Within the next few seconds He gripped the couch, virtually holding on for dear life, and his penis sprayed its juices into my mouth. I took in as much as I could, but it was as if it could go on forever. Eventually he stopped, and I wiped the remaining cum off my face and licked it off my fingers, enjoying the masculine taste it brought to me. "Wow Chris, you were right. That was the best one I've ever gotten." He said, still panting from the incredible orgasm he had. He regained his breath and laid back down. "I never knew guys gave such good blowjobs." "Well, it's not all guys--but we're more inclined to give better ones because we know what pleasures us more than girls." I replied. "Unless we communicate what we like and what we don't, they'll simply just do what they think pleasures us." "I never thought about it that way--so probably the idea works for girls too." He said. "Yeah, probably--since I'm not female I'm not sure how it is, but I'd assume so." I replied. I was still hard as a rock--I had probably graduated to a diamond at this point--and I noticed Andrew was still hard. I tried to push the envelope a bit. "Wow, that made me damn hard." I said, laughing slightly. "Wow, you're right," Andrew noted, looking quite lustfully at my groin, "I'm not even soft either." He indicated to his dick, which was still sitting freely. His jeans and boxers were on the floor still. "Well, why don't we just both go au naturale? It's just the two of us--my parents aren't back for a few days--and it's much more comfortable." I suggested. "It's not like you haven't seen a dick that's not your own before anyway." "You're right--why not?" He stripped off his shirt and threw it with his other clothes. I got my first up-close and personal look at his amazing figure. His chest, like the rest of his body (with the exception of a bit of his hips and thighs), was nicely tanned--all that running track in the spring helped. His chest was also covered with dark hair that nicely accentuated his dark brown nipples, both erect at this point. He had a very defined six-pack, with a small bit of hair leading from his navel to the rest of his pubic hair. I took a break from staring at him to strip myself. I threw my clothes in a pile next to his and sat back in my chair, legs slightly wise so he could get a perfect look at my cock, fully erect at a strong eight and a half inches, probably a few centimeters smaller than Andrew's, but about a half inch thicker in diameter. "Shit, Chris. What a piece of work you've got there. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that monster." Andrew laughed as he laid back, his hands massaging his cock. I stroked myself for a few seconds, not too hard so that I'd come all over him, because I was about ready to release everything I had. After a short time, Andrew turned to me and asked, "Got any porn?" "I just turned eighteen today, Andrew--I haven't gotten any yet." I said slightly dejectedly. "No problem--why don't we just use the internet?" He asked. I agreed with a nod, and moved myself to the computer desk a foot away. I opened the browser and turned back. "Any site you're interested in?" I asked. I was expecting some annoying big-tit versus big-dick straight porn, or some black-on-white action, or Asian babes, but Andrew's answer surprised me. "Man, that blowjob you gave me made me curious. How about gay porn?" He asked. My insides did a double-backflip followed by a triple axel. The straightest guy I knew was interested in gay porn. Inside, I did a victory dance. Outside, I typed in the web address of one of my favorite haunts (not telling him it was my favorite, of course--I only said I heard it was good). It was a model site that featured athletic twinks showing off their bodies, masturbating to some lesbian porn, and sometimes doing other things, like getting/giving a blowjob, and sometimes even fucking. "What sucks is that we only get the previews--this site shows some stuff but not enough." I said as I clicked on my favorite model. "Does the site have a one-day membership?" Andrew asked. "Yeah--why?" I was curious as to where this was going. "We'll use my credit card. I don't mind, it's only about three bucks anyway." He said as he ran to his wallet and returned with his card. "You sure?" I asked. "What if your parents see?" "They don't check my statement, unless they think I'm spending too much money. Usually to see if it got stolen or something. Look--a one day pass for this site is only a dollar. They're not going to notice." I moved over and let him fill out the information. Within a minute we signed up under an alternate e-mail address I rarely used. We went back to my favorite model, and I clicked on the full movie. It began streaming a few minutes later. The model was about six feet tall, had dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. The first scene featured him in an interview where he talked about his hobbies and the like. The second scene had him at the studio, taking off his clothes. Once his clothes were off, the photographers took some photos of him in precarious positions. His cock hardened during the shoot, and at the beginning of the third scene, he was directed toward a couch across from a big flat-screen TV playing a lesbian porn movie. He stroked his large cock up and down, gently at first, and then with more fervor. While he did so, another model walked in and sat next to him, and they began jerking off together. The cameraman offered both some cash to fuck around, and they both accepted. The second model immediately went down on the first, taking his cock into his mouth. We watched with lustful eyes as the first model began pounding the second on the floor, both men grunting as the first's cock pumped in and out of the second's ass. The movie ended with a both men masturbating each other, kissing, and a huge cumshot erupting from both dicks. Two of Hearts Ch. 01 By this point we both were furiously stroking ourselves, audibly moaning as we came all over each other. I ended up with both Andrew's and my own cum on my face, and a pool of cum was on Andrew's chest. "Damn--that was pretty awesome." He said finally, both of us gasping for air. "I never knew gay porn was that good." I nodded in agreement. I looked at the clock. It was 11:36. My birthday was over in twenty-four minutes. Andrew noticed the time as well. "What a way to have your eighteenth birthday, huh?" He asked. If only this could last, I thought, but I said, "Well, I never expected this." What happened next was nothing like I ever thought would happen. We still sat on the ground, naked and covered in cum, when Andrew turned his back to me and put his hands to his head. His body began to be wracked with loud sobs. "What's wrong?" I asked, putting my hand to his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Chris--I made you do all this." He got up and began putting his clothes on. "You're not like me--I'm such a fucking mess." "Andrew--what are you talking about?" I asked, getting up and following him to the door. "I'm gay, Chris--a fag." He said. My heart stopped. There was no way this was true. Andrew, the four-year track star who had one of the hottest girls in the school as his girlfriend for three years, was gay. I realized my silence had lasted long. Andrew probably thought I was about to deck him in the face or something. "I honestly didn't know..." I whispered so softly that if any sound had happened at the same time, it would have been gone. "Well, now you do. I'm sorry, Chris--I shouldn't have come tonight." He began to walk out the door and down the stairs. Midway, he turned to me. "Truth is, I'm in love with you--I can't explain how or why, but I am. Thinking about you makes me smile. I can't stop thinking about you. I love you more than anything or anyone and I want to spend the rest of my life with you--but I know I can never have you. Goodbye, Chris--happy birthday." The next moment was a blur. All I remember was running to him as he approached the front door, spinning him around, and kissing him like I've never done so before. I poured out two years of love I had for him into that kiss. When we broke, tears welled up in my eyes. "Andrew, I'm gay, and I've been in love with you for two years now--and until two minutes ago I never would have expected this. Don't be ashamed of it--embrace it." I kissed him again. My hands caressed his back, and he did the same--except I still had no shirt on. His hands felt soft to the touch although they took on a very masculine and rough appearance. I led him by the hand back upstairs to my bedroom this time. We stripped to our boxers and laid together in bed. I planted kisses down his neck. "I love you so much--never would I have imagined this would happen." I kissed him again. He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "I feel the same, Chris--now that we're together, I never want to be apart." He said. I looked at the clock. 11:55. Best birthday ever. I thought before we both drifted off to sleep. We woke up the next morning still in each other's arms. The first thing we decided to do was to take a shower together. We stripped and I turned on the water. We both casually stepped in, letting the warm water greet our bodies. We turned to face each other, and embraced in another kiss. My hands made their way to his already hard dick, and I began to stroke him. While I did so, I gently bit his neck, and he growled softly in delight. Afterward, I sat him down on the floor of the shower, and then I got on top of him, dick to his mouth and my face at his dick, in a pseudo-69 position. I balanced my legs on the shower wall and a small stand that held shampoos and conditioners. He began by licking my dick gently, flicking his tongue in and out of the precum-leaking slit. I had already gone down on him, taking about seven inches at once. His sensual licking and kissing drove me over the edge quickly, and I came in his face before he got to fully suck me. Once I came, he came shortly after. We both got up and washed the cum off of our faces. Afterward, I took the soap and began to lather his body from his neck to his feet, being sure to get his whole body. I gently caressed each contour of his body, feeling my hands down his spine and down each side. I familiarized myself with his body, and I felt around to find where he was most pleasured. Afterward, he did the same to me, sensually lathering me up and finding where I enjoyed his touch the most. His hands down my side pleasured me the most, and my shivers were visible enough for him. We embraced one more time in a soapy kiss before rinsing off and getting dressed. We spent the whole day and afternoon together, before I had to leave for work. Before we parted ways for the first time in almost twenty-four hours, we shared one final kiss. "I love you." He said. "I love you too." I replied. On Monday as I pulled into school, Andrew was already there, sitting on the hood of his car. I greeted him with a kiss and we walked into school, hands together. We smiled proudly as we got many awkward stares from friends, but the happiest moment was when we passed his now ex-girlfriend. She did a complete 180 and faced us as we walked down the hallway. To make it hit her, I kissed his cheek. Nobody would hurt him again as long as I was around. We both calmly explained to our friends the story of how we got together (leaving out the hornier details), and most of them welcomed our relationship. The next month, after our last day and finals, we all readied ourselves for prom. It was to be at one of the most luxurious hotels in the state, and was sure to be an evening of fun, food, and dancing. We all arrived at a friend's house for four to take pictures and whatnot. It was an excellent occasion and we all looked amazing. The best picture, in my opinion, was of Andrew and me, Andrew in his white tux and blue vest, and me in my black tux and red vest, standing in a typical "prom" pose. The contrast of our colors almost symbolized the two of us in a way. The prom itself was a blast--we had fun dancing the night away, the food was awesome, and Andrew and I had some great romantic moments on the dancefloor. After, some of us went to Andrew's house for an after-prom party. During the party, Andrew and I snuck away into his room and began to kiss passionately. The passion lead to us practically tearing each other's clothes off, almost like savages. We positioned ourselves in a sixty-nine, and I began to suck him as he sucked me. While I tasted his dick, I moved one of my hands to his ass, first feeling the muscular cheeks, and then running a finger up and down his crack. He shivered in pleasure. I reached for a bottle of lubricant that was on the nightstand, and put some on my hand. Slowly, I used a finger to penetrate him, then adding another. He stopped sucking me off and moaned in deep delight. He got off the top of me and bent over the side of the bed, ass in the air. I took more lube and put it on my dick, pointing it at his virgin asshole. "You're not gonna kill me with that, are you?" He asked, laughing nervously. "I'll take it easy on you--I promise. Once I'm done you can take me, all right?" I replied, assuring him that this was a mutual relationship. I slowly pushed my dick in. Once my head penetrated, he let out a cry. "All right?" I asked. He turned to me and nodded. "It was just a shock, that's all--I'll be fine." He reassured me. I continued in, and within a minute my whole dick was in. I started moving back and forth slowly, allowing him to get used to my dick up his ass. When his muscles weren't as tense, I began to move in and out with more speed. Andrew began to get into it, and soon he began letting out a low moan that signaled he was enjoying this. "Fuck yeah--fuck me, Chris--fuck me." He growled. I began to increase my pace and penetration. With every in-stroke, my balls met his, and I was reaching in so much I was stimulating his prostate. Our moans increased in volume and intensity. "Oh, God--I'm cumming--Oh God, Oh God--" The orgasm was so intense I lost my breath for a second. All I felt was sheer pleasure and exhilaration. I unloaded blast after blast into his ass, and by the time I finished my cum was spilling out. I collapsed next to him, exhausted. "Aw, hell--that was so amazing." "That was--I'm glad you were my first." Andrew whispered. "Now it's time for you to be my first--get the lube and let's go!" I positioned myself so that Andrew could have easy access to my ass. He slathered the lube on himself and then began to apply it to my ass. It was cold and wet, but it made his fingers slide in easier. As he added fingers, I began to feel the pressure--I let out a soft grunt as his third finger penetrated me. When I had gotten used to it, he popped his dick in. Thankfully it wasn't thick, so it slid in easy. I still gasped when it entered me, but those gasps became moans as pleasure took over the pain. I felt his hand reach around and stroke my dick furiously. Our rhythm was perfectly matched--every stroke he gave my dick accentuated each time he slammed his dick back inside me. "Fuck yes--fuck yes—oh, Andrew--FUCK ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I released my second load. Andrew still moved in and out of me for a bit before he began to release his load inside me. It was warm in contrast to the lube. As his dick left my ass with an audible pop, I sat up and embraced with him in another kiss. "I love you so much." He said to me. "I love you too--I'm so glad you were my first." I replied as I ran my hands down his chest, feeling each individual hair. He then fell next to me and closed his eyes. I kissed him on the forehead and fell asleep next to him. This is the second time I've done this, and it's just as amazing as the first. *** That's the end of the first chapter in Chris' story--hopefully it's improved from the first version I published. I appreciate comments and constructive criticism, and also remember to rate my story! Thanks for reading! Look for the second part soon!