Parker was with his grandparents on Friday and Saturday nights, but as usual he came to stay at my house late Sunday afternoon so he’d be there to catch the bus on Monday. One Sunday night we both went up to bed as usual, took turns using the bathroom, and then returned to our rooms, closing the doors. I had decided that, since he had asked to take things slowly, I would let him make the first moves.
I sat on my bed in the dark, listening. At last I heard a light tap on my door. When I opened the door, there stood Parker in his boxers. Even though the light was dim, it was clear that he was as hard as I was.
I stepped back, silently inviting him in, then closed the door behind him. He held me as our chests and boners touched. Then he leaned his head forward, took my head in his hands, and kissed me gently but firmly on my mouth.
When he broke the kiss, I gestured to the bed, where we sat, side by side, until he asked, “Can we lie down next to each other?”
I nodded and lay nearest the wall, giving room for him to lie down but also to escape if he wanted to. We turned our heads toward each other and kissed again. Then we turned our bodies so we were chest to chest, cock to cock.
Parker broke the kiss and sat up to remove his boxers. I did the same. He lay down on his back and began jacking his cock slowly. I did the same with mine. It wasn’t long before we both came, moaning quietly as we did.
I reached down between the bed and the wall and retrieved the old sock I used to clean myself. When I finished, I passed the sock to him. Neither of us said anything.
Parker stood up, put on his boxers and went silently out the door. I lay there, thinking about what had happened. In a way, not very much. But I loved the kisses and his warm body next to mine. Well, that’s a first step I thought, I guess we’ll wait and see what happens next. I rolled on my side and went to sleep.
The next morning, Parker and I chatted over a quick breakfast as though nothing had happened. Monday night was a repeat of the night before. Someday we’re gonna need to talk about this, I thought, but I guess not tonight.
Again we went through the day with no mention of our nighttime sessions, and Tuesday night was the same.
On Wednesday night, things started out as usual ΜΆ the quiet knock on my door, the first kiss when he came into my room, removing our boxers, lying facing each other on the bed. Finally, he reached over, took my cock and began jacking it. I did the same with his. That felt so good I didn’t want it to end, but of course, the end inevitably came, a long, satisfying throbbing in both my hand and my cock. It was the best I had ever experienced.
Once again, we cleaned ourselves off without speaking and Parker silently left the room, while I lay thinking about what had happened and how I had enjoyed the new feelings.
We repeated the same procedure on Thursday night. Of course, by Friday night he had returned to his own home, and I didn’t see Parker again until late Sunday afternoon. When I saw the car pull up, I went out to meet him, waving to Grandpa Johnston as he pulled back out of the driveway.
Gently taking Parker’s hand, I said, “We need to talk.”
“Okay,” he replied, and we went around to the back of my house, where we sat together on a bench.
We sat silently for a bit before I decided I needed to start the conversation. “Parker, how are you feeling?”
“You mean about our nights together?”
I nodded.
“Well, I’ve enjoyed them.”
“Do you think you’re gay?”
“Yeah, I’m afraid I am.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“Because I don’t want to be.”
“Why?”
“I just wanna be a normal teenage boy.”
“I certainly understand that. It’s what I wanted to be too.”
“But you’re not.”
“No, and I’ve learned to accept that and move on.”
“How do you do that? I guess I haven’t accepted what I am.”
“Perhaps not, but, if you’re truly gay, you’ll accept it in time and begin enjoying it.”
“Brian, how can you enjoy it when you’re scared all the time that somebody will catch you?”
“You mean like my parents or your grandparents?”
“Yeah, or when somebody at school figures it out.”
“Well, my parents know about me. In fact, my whole family knew before I did. What do you think would happen if you told your grandparents?”
“I don’t know. I’m afraid they might throw me out and then where would I go?”
“Here,” I replied instantly.
That surprised him for a moment, and he sat thinking. Finally he asked, “Can I think about it?”
I said, “Sure.” Then I added, “There’s something I want to try tonight if you’ll let me.”
Again he sat thinking before asking, “Will it hurt?”
“No, I’m quite sure it won’t.”
“Okay, but if I ask you to stop, will you?”
“Of course.”
With that we went inside and sat at the kitchen table doing our homework.
I thought that bedtime would never come that night, as the minutes and hours dragged by. But eventually it did, and as the two of us went upstairs, my heart was pounding.
The night began as the others had. We went to our rooms, stripped down to our boxers, and then took turns in the bathroom. We returned to our rooms. I was sitting on my bed when I heard Parker’s gentle tap. I let him in and closed the door. We stood kissing, our erections touching. Without talking, we moved to my bed, stripped off our boxers, and took up our positions on the bed facing each other where we kissed long and sweetly.
Then I gently pushed Parker’s shoulder until he was lying on his back. I moved until I was nearly on top of him and began kissing and licking his neck before moving slowly down his chest with my mouth, nibbling his nipples, then continuing down to the little trail of hair pointing to his cock. Taking his hard cock in my hand, I leaned down and began to lick it. He moaned, so I figured he liked what I was doing. I licked it some more before taking it in my mouth. Slowly, I moved my mouth up and down, giving special attention to licking his sensitive nerves near the tip. I heard him say, “I’m gonna cum.” I just kept moving up and down until he came, shooting his load to the back of my throat. I nearly choked, but I loved the sweet and salty taste of it. I continued as several more spasms of cum shot into my mouth.
When he finally stopped, I licked the cum off the tip of his cock and asked, “Did you like that?”
“Oh God, yes! Do you want me to do you?”
“Are you okay with that? If you’re not, you can just jerk me off.”
“No, I wanna try it.”
I cautioned him to be careful with his teeth and lay back, surrendering myself to him. As he kissed and licked me and moved down my torso, I savored delicious feelings I had never had before. Finally, his mouth found my cock and he began licking it, imitating what I’d done. At length he enclosed my cock with his mouth and began moving up and down. I was ready in no time, and warned him, “I’m gonna cum,” in case he wanted to pull off. He didn’t, and I immediately came in his mouth. It was the longest, hardest, and most wonderful cum I had ever had.
When I stopped throbbing, Parker licked the tip of my cock and then moved up beside me, where we faced each other and kissed lovingly again. Finally, he got up, put on his boxers, and quietly left the room, leaving me to revel in what had just happened.
It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. First, I had to wait for my heart to slow down. Then I relived every moment of what had happened in my mind. That made me hard again and I had to deal with that. It was fine but not nearly as wonderful as what had happened with Parker. Finally, I slept.
On Monday, Roger, the boy who had been attacked by the shark, returned to school. He was in a wheelchair, and he said he would need to have several more surgeries. He only stayed half the day, but it was great to see him and know he was on the mend.
Every night until Friday, Parker and I continued what we had begun on Sunday. As we experimented, we each found little ways to make our sessions even more wonderful. When one of us warned that he was about to cum, the other would pull off and let the feeling subside some before going back to licking and sucking. That way we were able to make the feeling last longer and get even more pleasure from it.
We were, however, very, very careful in school and in public, showing no outward signs of affection. I suppose if someone had been observing closely, they might have caught on to how nearly our minds were in sync, but apparently nobody did.
Weekends were difficult. I missed Parker a lot and he said he missed me. I wouldn’t say we were in love. We had not reached that level yet. Our nighttime sessions were pure lust. Oh, we liked each other a lot, but frankly, it was our cocks talking, not our brains. Consequently, when we got together on Sunday evenings after a two-day hiatus, our sessions were very intense.
We discovered tonguing when we kissed and that sent us to a whole new level. One time we kissed and tongued for so long that we both came without ever touching our cocks. That surprised us, but we decided that we would rather not repeat that, so we limited the tonguing and enjoyed all that came after it.
One Friday evening, the phone rang and Dad answered. He talked for quite a while in his den with his door closed. When he emerged, he said to me, “We need to talk.”
Uh-oh, I thought, am I in trouble?