Golden Light

[Pyramus11]

I've been away for a while, but I've been working on this for a while. It's sort of similar to my story Senior Year, but I've decided that I needed to... reboot. Enjoy.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual individuals, living or dead, is completely coincidental. The author retains all rights and privileges associated with this work, throughout the universe in perpetuity. This work contains adult themes; do not read it if it is illegal to do so at your present location. Please do not repost without permission. Questions and comments are welcome PM me or email me

Golden Light

Chapter I – The Party

Sunbeams were just beginning to slip through the west windows of the small room, as a brown-haired young man was attempting to write. The skinny boy threw down his silver pen in disgust, as he surveyed the results of several hours work – two good sentences, and a margin full of doodles in his leather-bound writing journal. He stood up from the desk with a sigh and moved over to the windows, where he could see the sun melting into the horizon from the arched windows of his fifth-floor dorm room. It was Friday night and he could not focus at all. He hadn’t really assumed that he would be able to finish all of his homework on the first night of the weekend, but he thought that it would have been nice to at least get his writing assignment out of the way.

He sat down on his single bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, as he thought about why he was so distracted. He was used to the noise and chaos that was seemingly always present in the dorm, but he couldn’t get a face out of his mind. He should have been used to that by then, he thought, but he’d developed yet another crush on yet another attractive athlete he had seen in class. This time he was classically-handsome, as if a Greek statue had come to life and was sitting in his Organic Chemistry class. He had dark blond, wavy hair, tan skin, and the deepest green eyes that he had ever seen – he was exactly the sort of guy that Marcus Lancaster always fell for, and the sort that he never worked up the courage to approach.

“I wish my brain had an off switch,” he muttered, as he walked back over to his desk and opened his journal again. As he pondered whether or not that statement should have been about his heart and not his brain, there was a knock at his oaken door. He threw down his pen again and stood up to go answer the door.

“Is that what you’re wearing, Marcus?” an attractive blonde girl said, once he opened the door, and she had caught sight of his current outfit – black ankle socks, an old high school band t-shirt, and white athletic shorts. “I swear you’re the only gay guy I know that can’t dress himself,” she said, as she pushed past him and went over to his open closet.

“And you’re the supreme archon of fashion, Melinda?” he muttered, as he closed the door behind her, observing the way her dress clung to her body, before walking back to his desk chair. “Ready for what?” he asked, in a more audible voice, as he noticed her very-tight black dress.

“You said that you’d go out with me, tonight,” Melinda replied, as she dug through his clothes to find something that she thought was acceptable, before throwing him a navy-blue v-neck and white cargo shorts.

“I said that I might go out with you, tonight. I was sort of hoping you’d forget,” Marcus muttered, knowing that his protest was likely to be in vain. Melinda was the sort of girl who was used to getting what she want, because she usually did.

“Tau Delta Delta is having a party, tonight. I want to go. You’ll like it,” she said, as she crossed her arms and leaned against the dresser.

“Why would I enjoy spending the evening in a sticky frat house?” Marcus asked.

“What do frat houses have?” Melinda replied, in a leading sort of tone.

“Diseases?”

“Drunk frat boys, silly,” the girl said, rolling her eyes. “You can’t tell me that a tipsy boy who’s questioning his sexuality isn’t something that you’d like to bring home with you,” she added, with a grin.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do, to take advantage of someone,” Marcus replied, rolling his eyes again, as he looked down at the clothes she had thrown to him.

“I promise I’ll find you someone to talk to… Please…,” Melinda said, after a few moments. Marcus looked up at her and knew that there was no way she’d leave until he agreed to accompany her.

“Fine… Fine…, but I think that you’re not going to be able to find anyone I’d be interested in ‘talking with,’ dressed like that,” he replied, shaking his head. She giggled a little bit. “Turn around,” he snapped, as she watched him pull off his shirt. He pulled on the clothes that she had bid him wear quickly, blushing when he caught her taking covert glances at his slender body. Thankfully, she had long since ceased her attempts at “converting” him, but she had never stopped trying to get him naked, which was the genesis of one of his many neuroses. He was incredibly self-conscious about his body, and her overt looks made him more uncomfortable than she seemed to realize.

“At least you have cute underwear,” she said, with a giggle, referring to his black bikini briefs, as he straightened his medium-length sandy-brown hair and glasses in the mirror. He cast a withering look in her direction, as he sat on his bed to pull his sneakers on.

“Don’t be a creeper,” he said, reprovingly, before grabbing his wallet, phone, and keys from a drawer in his desk. She just laughed and dragged him by the hand out of his room.

Twenty minutes later he found himself in the basement of the Tau Delta Delta fraternity house. It was stiflingly warm and the bass from the stereo was vibrating Marcus’ teeth. Loath as he was to admit it, Melinda seemed to be right; there did seem to be a lot of eye candy present, but the place didn’t exactly give the atmosphere of somewhere that he’d meet someone interested in something other than beer pong. He carefully selected a pair of red plastic cups of beer off of a table for himself and Melinda, who was already occupied by a pair of fraternity brothers who seemed much more interested in the way her dress lifted and separated than anything she had to say.

“Thanks,” Melinda said, upon accepting her offered drink. “Guys, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is Jeff, and this is… um… Brad,” she said, nodding to each of the fraternity brothers, who looked somewhere between apathetic and ambivalent at his presence.

“Is he your boyfriend?” the redhead, Brad, asked, frowning slightly. Marcus could tell that he was the sort who would consider five minutes of conversation with a girl to be wasted time, if she wasn’t on the market.

“No, don’t worry. He’s gay,” Melinda replied, with a giggle.

“Oh, ok. Hey, dude,” Brad said, with a nod to Marcus, whose face had gone slightly red at being outed so readily by his friend. The other one inclined his head slightly at him, signifying that he acknowledged his presence but didn’t really want to talk to him.

“Hey, guys…,” Marcus said, with a forced smile. “Cool party,” he added, after a pause.

“Thanks, bro,” the blond, Jeff, replied, before resuming chatting up Melinda. The two guys turned their bodies so that Marcus was cut out of the circle, and it was clear that they didn’t really have much use for him.

“I’ll… just be standing over here, then,” Marcus muttered, taking his cue to stand some distance away from them, leaning against the patch of wall that he judged to be the least sticky. Melinda shrugged at him, but was clearly not completely concerned that she had two frat boys, while he had none; she tended to think him more as a back up companion. He guessed that at least having them tolerate his presence was a step in the right direction. He took deliberately-slow sips of his beer, as he looked around the dimly-lit room.

He could tolerate good beer, but the cheap brew the frat brothers had bought sent a grimace across his handsome face. As he attempted to stomach his beverage, he caught a glimpse of his crush from chemistry chatting with a group of guys in the corner, looking almost as bored as he was himself. His heart fluttered as he tried to think of some excuse to go talk to him. The rational part of his brain told him to write it off as futile, but his legs were already moving towards that area of the room, as he scrambled for some sort of ice breaker – some way to avoid embarrassing himself in front of Alex and a dozen of his friends. Before he could think about that too much, a pair of girls incercepted him, both of them sporting dresses of about the same length as Melinda’s cleavage-enhancing number.

“Hi,” the one in the red dress, a blonde, said. Marcus couldn’t help but grin at the way her massive smile gave off the impression that talking to her for too long might give him diabetes, from the sheer sugary sweetness of her personality.

“We haven’t seen you out before; are you a Freshmen?” the brunet in the yellow dress asked, giggling a little at her question.

“No, I’m a junior… I just don’t go out very much,” Marcus replied, his grin fading a little, as he tried to impart a casual tone to his voice.

“Oh, that’s a shame. You should come out more,” the blonde said, getting a little closer to him.

“We’re sophomores. She’s Julie and I’m Anne,” her brunet friend in yellow added.

“I’m Marcus,” he replied, sharing awkward handshakes with each of them, as he wished that he could attract a different sort of attention that that provided by a pair of sorority girls. “I thought I had come out as much as I needed to, but evidently not,” he muttered, as he took a drink.

“You’re really cute,” the one named Julie said.

“Uh… Thanks,” Marcus replied, smiling again, until he felt the other one touching his hair. He was willing to accept the compliment, but he liked his personal bubble more than he liked either of them.

“His hair’s really soft!” Anne said, with a giggle. “That girl you came with wasn’t your girlfriend, was she?” she said, ignoring the fact that he was flattening himself back against the wall to avoid her hand.

“Nope,” Marcus replied, as he watched ruefully as Melinda enjoyed the attention of a third fraternity boy who had entered the group around her, while he endured the unwanted attention of very tactile co-eds.

“So, you’re single?” Julie asked, as she confirmed the fact that his hair was indeed soft, due to the fact that he conditioned religiously. He contemplated lying to them, but even he had to concede that fending off their advances was slightly more entertaining than drinking his beer alone.

“I guess one could say that, yes,” he answered, diplomatically, before taking a long sip from his cup and forcing a smile. At that point, he was having a difficult time believing that they would think he was straight for any other reason than drunken optimism.

“Aww… You’re too cute to be single,” Anne said, giggling as she got even closer to him. Marcus tried to back up even further, before realizing that he was already flat against the wall, but neither girl seemed to notice.

“Well… uh… thanks, champ,” Marcus said, feigning a smile again, as he wished that he could force his molecules through the wall to the other side or teleport himself to another planet, when they both started playing with his hair again. “I really need another drink,” he murmured. “Why don’t you girls go hang out with my friend Melinda over there,” he said, pointing her out. “It looks like she has more frat boys than she really needs, over there,” he added, dryly.

His suspicions that they were a little tipsy were confirmed, as they followed his suggestion amidst myriad giggles and attempted to take some of the attention away from Melinda. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized that he had escaped, before he tossed his empty cup into the trash, before looking for a quieter corner to wait out the party. After a few minutes of wandering, he saw that the pool room was pretty much deserted, so he sat down on a couch and started playing games on his phone, very much regretting his acquiescence to Melinda’s demands of him.

“Mind if I sit with you? I need a break from this party,” he heard a quiet, masculine voice ask. His heart leapt when he looked up from his game to see his chemistry crush standing in front of him, wearing a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms and a pair of well-worn jeans, and with his dark blond hair spiked a little in the front. His stomach started doing somersaults and other acrobatics when he got to see his green eyes up close for the first time.

“Sure,” Marcus said, shyly, as he scooted closer to the arm of the couch to give him a wide berth on the remaining area.

“Thanks,” the jock said, before sitting down next to him, perhaps a little closer than Marcus would have anticipated. “So, you’re not liking this party either?” he said, after a moment. There was a flawless, friendly smile on his face that was quickly making the skinnier boy’s heart melt.

“No, I kind of got dragged here… I don’t really like parties,” Marcus replied, attempting to keep his voice level. He forced his eyes down towards his shoes when he found himself staring a little too much.

“Me, too. A lot of the guys from the soccer team are in TDD, so I get dragged along to most of their parties,” he replied in an empathetic voice. “I’m Alex, by the way. You’re in my chemistry class, right?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m Marcus,” Marcus replied, with a smile, incredibly pleased both by the fact that he now had a name to put with his crush’s face and by the fact that he had been noticed by him.

“Nice to meet you, Marcus,” Alex said, with another dashing grin. “So, what were you playing?” he asked, scooting a little closer so he could see Marcus’ phone.

“Oh, Angry Birds,” Marcus said, with a sheepish grin. “It’s kind of addictive.”

“Cool. I was playing Tetris, while the guys talked about chicks,” Alex said, holding up his own phone.

“I’m not really sure why I agreed to come along… I don’t really know how to talk to anyone here,” Marcus said, after a moment of thought.

“I know what you mean… Drunk, stupid frat boys aren’t exactly what I’d call conversation material,” Alex said, eliciting a laugh out of Marcus. “I guess it’s still more fun than Dr. Morgan’s chemistry class, though,” he added.

“Yeah, though a root canal would also be more fun than that,” Marcus replied, with a wry smile, earning a laugh in return from Alex.

“True… Very true,” Alex said, as he allowed himself to sink more deeply into the lumpy couch, his leg brushing against Marcus’ in the process. “My friends always ditch me for girls who show too much skin, anyway,” he added.

“Same, except my friend is one of the girls showing too much skin,” Marcus said, with a smile.

“I really don’t see how girls find these guys attractive… Maybe if they drank less…,” Alex mused, as he fiddled with his phone in his hands.

“I don’t get it either,” Marcus agreed.

“Those two girls seemed pretty interested in you,” Alex said, in a probing sort of tone. “It didn’t seem like you were buying what they were selling, though.”

“Yeah… Not really my cup of tea… They kept touching me,” Marcus said, grimacing a little. “They liked my hair.”

“Who wouldn’t like your hair?” Alex asked, with a grin, causing Marcus to blush. He couldn’t help but think that Alex was flirting with him, but he dared not read too much into it. “Well, there’s one good thing about this party…,” he added, after a moment of thought.

“What’s that?”

“Well, it gave me an excuse to say hi to you, at least,” Alex replied, grinning. “I wanted to after class, but I didn’t know how you’d react,” he added, causing a wave of relief to wash over Marcus.

“I was actually trying to think of a non-awkward reason to talk to you, before those girls ambushed me. Thanks for doing it for me,” Marcus said, with his first genuine smile of the evening.

“My pleasure,” Alex said, smiling back at him. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have been awkward, if you’d tried, though. I don’t bite,” he teased.

“Oh… Trust me. I can always be awkward,” Marcus replied, his grin getting even wider. “I’m a master of screwing up social situations.”

“You’re not doing a very good job of showing that,” Alex said, laughing. “Do you want another drink, or something?” he asked.

“Not really… I hate beer.”

“I don’t usually mind it, but this cheap stuff is pretty disgusting,” Alex said, with a nod. “Stop me if this is weird, but since neither of us are really into this party, would you want to go somewhere for a coffee instead? It’d be nice to get to talk to you somewhere where the music hasn’t been turned up to eleven,” he asked, with the barest hints of trepidation present in his voice.

“I’d really like that,” Marcus said, his face lighting up.

“Awesome... There’s a coffee shop a few blocks away,” Alex said, as they stood up from the couch. “Will your friend be ok without you?” he asked, pausing as they reached the door. Marcus cast his glance back to see her, still enjoying the interest of several frat boys.

“Yeah, I think that she’s got her bases covered,” the boy quipped, before exiting the stuffy, loud basement into the warm evening air. An hour later, he found himself sitting and laughing with Alex on an overstuffed sofa in a quiet café, with a nearly-empty mug of coffee. He was surprised that Alex seemed to be able to get him to open up in ways that he was unaccustomed to; it turned out that talking to an attractive guy was not quite as difficult as he had imagined.

“Well, I’m in the pre-med program, so I have to take organic chemistry. That’s the only reason I’d ever take Morgan,” Alex said, responding to Marcus’ question about why he had ended up in his chemistry class.

“Oh, you’re going to be handsome doctor?” Marcus asked, with a grin.

“Hopefully a handsome oncologist, but I’m not sure how good a shot I have at either part of that,” Alex replied, while displaying his perfect smile again.

“That’s really cool… I don’t think I could be a doctor; I’m too much of a neat freak to deal with the blood,” Marcus said. “I’m in that class to finish out my chemistry minor, which I have no idea what I’m going to do with. I think I’d like to teach English,” he explained.

“Oh, you’re going to be an adorable teacher?” Alex asked, mimicking Marcus’ tone of voice, before taking a sip from his mug and causing Marcus’ face to turn a deep shade of red. The boy found himself looking into Alex’s green eyes more and at his shoelaces less, as they kept talking, but he was having a hard time getting used to being complimented. “So, what’s a fun night for you, if you don’t like parties?” Alex asked.

“Well, I’m kind of a nerd; I’m fine just staying in and watching movies, or going out for coffee,” Marcus replied, though he wished he could come with something more exciting to like.

“I like cute nerds,” Alex said, before reaching over to straighten Marcus’ black metal glasses for him, eliciting another happy smile from the boy. “What sort of movies do you like?”

“Well…,”Marcus said, trying to think with his heart racing from Alex’s latest compliment. “I like romances, sci-fi, comedy… anything by Mel Brooks or Monty Python,” he said.

“I love Mel Brooks,” Alex said, with a grin. “I always have so much homework and I work out all the time for soccer, so it’s nice to just veg out and cuddle up to a movie, sometimes,” he added. “Most guys around here just want to drink and party, so it’s nice to meet someone with different priorities,” he added after a moment of thought.

“The feeling is mutual, Alex,” Marcus said, with another big smile. “I… uh… Well, most people don’t seem to notice me, especially not guys like you,” he said, toying with the mug in his hand.

“Guys like me? You mean dumb jocks?” Alex teased.

“No… You know… Popular, handsome, intelligent,” Marcus replied, quietly.

“Well… I don’t know if I’m any of those things, but anyone who doesn’t notice you is missing out,” Alex said, with a chuckle, as he gave the boy’s leg a gentle squeeze. “We’ve only been talking for a few hours, but I already think that you’re pretty special, considering that I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you or stop smiling the entire time,” he added.

“Ditto,” Marcus said, beaming. “You’ve got that Prince Charming thing down, you know,” he teased. “It makes me wish that I had started going to frat parties earlier.”

“I wish you had, too. Maybe I would have hated them less, then,” Alex replied, showing a little blush on his cheeks. “It’s only 11:00, would you want to go back to my place and watch a movie? Maybe Young Frankenstein or Blazing Saddles?” Alex suggested, with none of the hesitation that had been present in his invitation for coffee.

“That sounds great,” Marcus replied, almost immediately after the words had left Alex’s lips. His heat was again pounding, now nervous and excited to be alone with Alex in private. He didn’t date much, and to meet someone that seemed to be genuinely interested in him at the first party he’d ever gone to seemed almost too good to be true. He hoped that his talent for being awkward wouldn’t somehow bring things back into balance.

Fifteen minutes later, they were walking up the front steps to the small Cape Cod-style house in which Alex lived. Alex opened the front door to reveal a nicely-furnished living room, with a black leather sofa, glass coffee table, and large TV.

“Make yourself at home,” Alex said, as he closed the door behind them. Marcus sat gingerly on the sofa, as he took in the new environment.

“You have a really nice place,” he said, genuinely impressed by how neat Alex’s house was.

“Thanks,” Alex replied, as he put a movie in the DVD player and then joined him on the couch. A happy shudder went up Marcus’ spine when he again felt Alex’s leg brush against his, as they settled back into the couch. “Oh, do you want something to drink? I didn’t mean to be an inconsiderate hose,” Alex said, suddenly sitting up straight.

“Oh, sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Marcus said, not wanting to be difficult. Alex smiled at him and went through the door next to the TV which led to the kitchen, returning in a flash with a glass of white wine for each of them.

“I promise I’m not trying to get you drunk, but it was either this or Gatorade,” Alex said with a wry smile.

“I trust you,” Marcus replied, grinning as he accepted the glass, momentarily biting back a quip about Alex not needing alcohol to get him to do anything. “It’s definitely a little more romantic than a red plastic cup of beer,” he added.

“It tastes a lot better, too,” Alex replied with a laugh. “I’m willing to accept credit for it as a romantic gesture, though,” he added, with a grin. Marcus took a sip of his wine and instantly found himself agreeing with Alex’s assessment. It was fruity, but not ridiculously sweet and had a relaxing effect on him.

They watched the movie in silence, apart from laughter, while scooting ever closer to each other over the first half hour. His wine finished, Alex put his glass on the coffee table and put his arm around Marcus.

“I hope that’s not too presumptuous,” he whispered. Marcus replied by pulling his legs up onto the couch and resting his head on Alex’s firm chest, perfectly content to snuggle him. His nostrils flared and his heart throbbed when the smell of Alex’s cologne reached his nostrils. He had barely enough on to smell, but that barest hint just made Marcus want to get even closer to him.

His mind was caught between two extremes: their close contact was making adrenaline surge through his veins and his heart race, but the sound of Ale’s steady breathing and the feeling of the jock stroking his hair made him want to fall asleep. He had seen Young Frankenstein enough times to know where to laugh, but his attention was completely focused on his companion. He had a hunch that Alex was having similar thoughts, judging from the number of times he saw his gorgeous green eyes looking down at him.

“I kinda really want to kiss you, right now,” Alex said, while they were sharing an especially long look.

“I kind of really want you to,” Marcus said, sitting up a little.

“Am I allowed to, on a first date?” Alex asked with a grin, putting his forehead to Marcus’. “They say that it’s against the rules.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Marcus whispered.

“Promise?” Alex asked, their lips almost touching.

“Promise,” Marcus said, smiling at him. That was all the prompting Alex needed to close the remaining distance between them to taste Marcus’ lips for the first time. Marcus felt himself melting as Alex’s lips locked with his.

“Incredible,” “Alex whispered, as their lips parted. “Absolutely incredible,” he repeated, before caressing his cheek and leaning in to kiss him again. Marcus kissed back, completely enamored by the way their lips fit together.

“Anything else that you’re not to do on a first date?” Marcus asked in a playful tone of voice. Alex responded first by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him back so that Alex was lying on his back and he was on top of him.

“There are lots of things that I’m not allowed to do on a first date,” Alex said, with a laugh, before leaning up to peck his lips again. “You’re worth waiting for, though,” he added, with a smile.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Marcus said, locking his blue eyes with Alex’s green ones, “But, how do you know that?”

“Well, you make me laugh and I get all tingly whenever I look at you,” Alex replied softly, as he resumed stroking Marcus’ sandy-brown hair. Marcus kissed him softly one more time, before resting his head on Alex’s strong chest.

He sighed contently at the comfortable feeling of Alex’s strong arms wrapped tightly around him, and they lay like that for the rest of the movie, both of them half-dozing and half-watching. The idea that he might be attractive was relatively foreign to Marcus. He was thin and classically handsome, but he usually just blended into the background.

Alex’s affection seemed to be without ulterior motive, which confused him a little. He didn’t think that anyone could be so nice without wanting something in return. He found himself just studying Alex’s face, looking for some sign that their tryst was a dream, but abandoned this when Alex’s green eyes turned to meet his.

“I guess I should walk you home, huh?” Alex asked, reluctantly, after all of the credits had rolled past the screen.

“I guess so,” Marcus agreed, in a similarly reluctant tone of voice.

“I’d invite you to sleep over, but I’d probably have a hard time being a gentleman,” Alex whispered, before kissing him playfully.

“I probably wouldn’t mind, but I guess we shouldn’t break the rules,” Marcus said with a grin, before climbing off of him gingerly.

“It’d be a shame if we got into trouble,” Alex agreed, before standing up to give him another peck on the lips and taking him by the hand. Half an hour later, they arrived at Marcus’ dorm room door, after a leisurely walk across campus.

“I had a really great time tonight, Alex,” Marcus said, with a shy smile forming on his lips.

“I did, too. I hope we can hang out again, soon,” Alex said, putting his hands on the boy’s hips. “Call me?” he asked, with a hopeful smile.

“Definitely,” Marcus said, before reaching up to kiss him softly. They lingered in the kiss for quite a while before pulling apart. “Good night, Alex,” he said.

“Good night, cute stuff,” Alex said, with another perfect grin, before starting back down the stairs. Marcus put the key in the lock, but he hesitated on turning it. He didn’t want to seem desperate, but he immediately missed him. He pulled the key back out of the lock and opened the stairwell door. Before he could get down the first half-flight of stairs, Alex came around the corner, obviously having similar thoughts. They grinned at each other.

“I was thinking… I don’t have anything going on tomorrow,” he said, a little sheepishly.

“I was about to ask if you wanted to do something tomorrow,” Alex replied, with another smile. “I have soccer practice until five-thirty. You could meet me at the soccer field at six, and we could go to dinner from there,” he suggested.

“Great!” Marcus said, beaming. “I’ll see you there.”

“Night, cutie,” Alex replied, before grinning at him and resuming his walk home.

 

[Pyramus11]

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Golden Light

Chapter II – The Date

The next day, Marcus spent all afternoon vacillating between finishing his homework and obsessing over his choice of outfit for his upcoming date. He eventually finished doing his physics assignment, after settling on a form-fitting blue zip polo and cargo shorts, after trying on every combination of garments in his wardrobe.

He arrived exactly at 6:00, but practice seemed to still be going on, so he sat in the bleachers to wait. A few dozen shirtless, sweaty soccer players were running around the field, involved in various drills and exercises. His jaw dropped a little as he watched the well-greaved athletes going about their practice, not caring in the slightest that Alex would be late.

He quickly caught sight of Alex amongst his comrades and immediately forgot about everyone else. Marcus didn’t really care that much about sports, but he knew enough to see that Alex really was especially-talented, in addition to his many other redeeming qualities. After watching him being put through his paces for about five minutes, he heard a whistle being blown, signaling the players to the locker room, except Alex, who came bounding up the bleachers to him.

“Hi,” Alex said, with a perfectly-handsome smile.

“Hi…,” Marcus said, absently. His attention was taken up completely by the fact that Alex was clad only in his cleats, shin-guards, and skimpy green soccer shorts, leaving his sweaty chest and abs fully on display.

“Sorry about being late… Practice ran long,” Alex explained. Marcus’ eyes flickered momentarily up to Alex’s face, but quickly returned to their rather obvious study of Alex’s sculpted body. He was especially fascinated by the way his Apollo’s belt and treasure trail seemed to pull his gaze directly down to the soccer star’s shorts.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind,” Marcus murmured, before wrenching his head up to look Alex in the eyes, with a sheepish grin.

“I’m all hot and sweaty, so why don’t we go back to my place, so I can shower, then we can go out to dinner?” Alex asked, grinning at Marcus’ obvious enrapturement.

“Yes,” Marcus replied simply, before standing up from the bleachers and following Alex back to where his duffle bag was.

“You look gorgeous, by the way. That color really brings out your eyes,” Alex said, as he slung the bag over his shoulder. He paused to brush a stray strand of hair off of the boy’s forehead, grabbing his hand and leading the way towards his house.

“You look… so hot…,” Marcus replied, blushing deeply, because he was just above eye level with Alex’s defined pectoral muscles. His naked compliment elicited a laugh out of the jock, who put his hand on the small of Marcus’ back, in a protective sort of way as they walked.

That added physical contact did nothing to clear Marcus’ head; Alex’s scent and the feeling of his strong touch were rather intoxicating to him, but his willingness to be physically affectionate towards him on public really made his head swim. He wondered if some similar wheels were turning in Alex’s mind, because neither of them seemed to notice or react to the darkening cumulonimbus clouds forming in the western sky.

They had been walking for fifteen minutes, before the sky opened up with fat drops of rain, amid distant claps of thunder and flashed of lightning – summer’s last grasp of foul weather. It happened just as they turned onto Alex’s street; his blue Cape Cod visible a block away. They looked at each other for a moment, before setting out in a spring towards his house. Splashing through quickly-rising puddles, Marcus arrived at Alex’s doorstep, soaked and panting as equally-wet but far less-winded Alex fished in his bag for his house keys.

With the door opened, they stumbled into the living room drenched by the sudden cloud-burst and instantly chilled by the air conditioning on their wet skin. Alex dropped his bag with a thud as it hit the tile flooring of the entry way, before disappearing into another room momentarily to retrieve a pair of thick white towels. He immediately began drying an obviously-shivering Marcus’ hair, being incredibly gentle with the towel.

“Y-You don’t have to do that,” Marcus said, stammering both from nervousness as well as the cold.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“…No.”

“Good,” Alex replied, with a grin as he resumed his task. Marcus couldn’t help but sigh contently at his ministrations. With apparent satisfaction about his hair, Alex put the towel over his own shoulders, before putting his hands on the hem of Marcus’ blue shirt, which was clinging to the boy’s skin in its soaked state. “You’re going to catch a cold in these wet clothes, babe,” Alex said, seeking permission that he did not need.

His vision free from the towel, Marcus could now see Alex’s chiseled body glistening and illuminated only by occasional flashed of lightning from outside the windows. He could only smile at Alex, which prompted the swift removal of his shirt, which Alex tossed to the side, before resuming drying him off.

It was Alex’s turn to stare, as he made sure Marcus’s skinny body was dry enough, taking special care to try every inch of his tight stomach and slim chest. When there was nothing left to dry off, he slipped the towel around Marcus’ waist and pulled him in closer, before abandoning even that pretense and putting his strong hands right on the boy’s hips, while leaning in to kiss him softly. Marcus leaned up into the kiss and placed his soft hands on Alex’s wet, strong chest.

“You are beautiful,” Alex said, before kissing him again, this time slipping his tongue past Marcus’ soft lips. His resulting soft moan was muffled by a clash of thunder, as they moved closer together. Alex’s hands came further up on Marcus to hug him tightly, undoing some of his drying as his wet skin came into contact with Marcus’, prompting Marcus to wrap his arms around Alex’s neck. Alex gently pushed him so that he was pinned against the wall, kissing him deeply, and Marcus couldn’t help but moan again when he felt Alex’s prominent erection rub against his own through his shorts.

“You have no idea how hard I’m suddenly finding it to be good,” Alex whispered, with a grin. There was a flash of lightning in the sky, momentarily lighting up the room again.

“I think I have some idea,” Marcus said, with a laugh, as Alex rested his forehead on his.

“I was thinking about you all day,” Alex said, causing Marcus’ heart to throb. “You’re like the perfect guy.”

“I don’t know about that,” Marcus said, before kissing him softly on the lips. “Are you sure that you weren’t thinking about some other Marcus?” he asked, with a wry smile.

“Definitely. No one could possibly be as adorable and sweet as you are,” Alex replied, as he looked into his blue eyes. “Not to mention have as cute a butt as you do,” he added with a grin.

“You could have your pick of anyone. I still don’t get why you’d pick me,” Marcus replied, blushing deeply, as he avoided Alex’s gaze.

“I have good taste,” Alex said simply, before putting his hand on Marcus’ cheek and kissing him deeply. His tongue lingered in the boy’s mouth and his other hand on his hip for some time, before he stepped back half a pace. “Part of me says that I’m an idiot for not picking you up and carrying you off to bed, but I wouldn’t want to break any more rules,” he said, with a grin. Marcus smiled at him, also of mixed minds about not getting pinned to Alex’s bed, but sill incredibly flattered that his companion thought enough of him that he didn’t need to jump straight into sex, even though they both seemed to want it badly.

“You’re right; we’re probably already in trouble for kissing on the first date,” Marcus replied, grinning at him.

“Since it’s raining so hard, and your clothes are soaked, would you just want to order a pizza?” Alex asked, looking relieved at Marcus’ reply.

“As long as I get to eat it with you,” Marcus said, beaming. He really honestly didn’t care what they did, so long as he got to be around him. It would have been nice to have a real date, but spending time alone with Alex was still very appealing.

“Awesome. Why don’t you take a shower to warm up, while I find some clothes for you,” Alex suggested, noticing that Marcus was still shivering. Marcus nodded, and Alex led him by the hand up to the upstairs bathroom, through his bedroom.

A quick, warm shower instantly removed the chill of being rained on and frozen by the air conditioning. Once he was again dry, he cinched a towel around his slim waist and went to find Alex back in the bedroom, slightly self-conscious despite the fact that Alex had seen him clad nearly the same, just a few minutes prior. He found him sitting on the bed, holding a set of clothes. He couldn’t help but stare at his exposed muscles, as he walked over to him.

“I need to get you caught in thunderstorms more often,” Alex murmured, apparently thinking along the same lines, when Marcus was standing in front of him. “These should fit,” he said, handing over some athletic shorts and a t-shirt, before standing up from the bed. “You can change in here… Find something to watch on the TV downstairs, when you’re done. I’m going to go take a shower, because I’m still all hot and bothered from practice,” he added, before kissing him on the cheek and disappearing into the bathroom.

Marcus could barely contain his excitement about being in Alex’s bedroom – the king-sized bed dominating the center of the room was especially alluring. The clothes he had been given were a little worn and had the insignia of a high school that he didn’t recognize emblazoned upon them, evidently Alex’s old workout clothes. Though marked a size too large for him, they seemed to have shrunk significantly, as they fit Marcus very snugly. The realization that he was now wearing clothes that Alex Rodham had once worn to be sweaty, athletic, and otherwise full of testosterone was a definite turn on.

He considered that perhaps, he may have liked Alex too much, if even his old gym clothes turned him on, as he went back to the living room and started flipping through the channels on TV. A while later, Alex returned from his soapy adventure, clad only in blue soccer shorts, leaving his eight-pack again on display, causing Marcus’ jaw to drop noticeably enough to elicit a chuckle from him.

Alex sat down on the couch and surprised him by pulling him down into a tight spooning embrace. Marcus giggled when he felt Alex’s lips on his neck, causing him to arch his back up against the jock’s muscles.

“Did the clothes fit okay?” Alex asked, as he felt him to see for himself.

“Yeah, thanks. I was surprised that anything of hunky yours fit scrawny me,” Marcus said.

“You’re not scrawny,” Alex reproved, as he nuzzled his neck.

“You are hunky, though,” Marcus replied, with another giggle, when he felt Alex’s hot breath on his ear.

“Nuh-uh,” Alex replied, as he fished his cell phone out. “What kind of pizza do you like?”

“I’m pretty easy to please… Pepperoni is fine,” Marcus replied.

“I really wanted to take you somewhere nice,” Alex said, softly.

“It’s ok. You can’t control the weather,” Marcus said, cheerfully.

“I know… but, I think that you’re worth a nice night out,” the jock replied, before calling to order a pizza and then wrapping his arms tightly around Marcus. I can’t say that I’m totally sad to get to stay in and cuddle again, though,” Alex whispered.

“Maybe fate’s conspiring to get us to cuddle,” Marcus replied, with a grin.

“Or maybe I’m just really lucky,” Alex countered, before kissing him on the neck. “What else could a guy want than to have a cute boy to hug on?” he asked, before squeezing him again.

“You ‘have’ me, huh?” Marcus teased, as he twisted to look at his handsome face.

“Yeah, you’re mine,” Alex replied, with a laugh as he rolled the boy onto his back and pinned his hands above his head playfully. He gave him a half-grin before biting his own lip suggestively as he pushed Marcus’ legs apart and covered the skinny boy completely with his own half-naked body.

Marcus couldn’t help but moan softly when Alex again slipped his tongue into his mouth. Alex’s strong grip was an incredible turn-on, and he could see the fire in his eyes as he restrained him effortlessly, prompting Marcus to squirm, just to feel the power of his grip on him.

“I think I like you,” Marcus said, after he was kissed again, causing the soccer boy to smile softly at him.

“Ditto, cute stuff,” Alex whispered.

“I don’t think I could cope if you let go,” Marcus said, playfully, before craning his neck up to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He knew the “Rules,” but he didn’t think that he could help but fall for Alex – he was just too perfect.

“I better not let go, then,” Alex said, simply. “I can’t say I like the idea of letting you up, either,” he added, before kissing him yet again. He thought for a moment, before releasing his hands, while staying firmly on top of him and snuggling up against his slim chest.

“Are you sure that you’re not one of those Stepford Wives robots?” Marcus teased, as he ran his fingers through Alex’s thick hair.

“I guess you can try to find an off switch, but it’d be pretty hard for you to turn me off,” Alex countered, crawling up some and planting his hands next to the boy’s head, leaning down to kiss him. As their lips met again, the doorbell rang. Alex responded by kissing him more deeply, rather than by going to answer it.

“I guess I should get that,” he said, reluctantly, as he attempted to stop kissing him, when the bell rang again.

“Uh-huh,” Marcus said, after one last soft kiss. Alex sprung up to open the front door, revealing a rather wet pizza girl. Her eyes got wide when she noticed Alex’s lack of a shirt and prominent hard-on in his gym shorts. He grinned at her sheepishly, before exchanging a $20 bill for the pizza.

A few minutes later, Marcus’ heart was still pounding as they ate and finished the bottle of wine from the previous night, as he pretended to understand what was being said on ESPN. He was failing greatly at that task, but did find the occasional images of attractive athletes and sports drink commercials which involved scantily-clad, sweaty men over-hydrating. He looked over at Alex and found his green eyes already upon him.

“Pizza okay?” Alex asked, having eaten twice as much as Marcus had.

“Yeah, it’s good,” Marcus said, absently; he had just been too nervous to eat with Alex around. He found himself again staring at Alex’s body, studying every line and curve of his muscles. “How do you keep that zero-percent body fat body like that?” he wondered, aloud as Alex finished another slice, before realizing that didn’t sound very nice.

“This is nothing; usually I eat the whole pizza,” Alex replied, with a laugh. “I run like ten miles a day and lift weights all the time, to keep my inner fat kid at bay,” he added, with a smile.

“I have one of those, too – an inner fat kid. I love to eat,” Marcus replied. “I run some, but it’s mostly just metabolism that keeps me skinny,” he added.

“Whatever you’re doing… keep doing it… It’s definitely working for you,” Alex said, before squeezing Marcus’ thigh, sending a shock of pleasure up the boy’s spine. With a crooked grin, Alex allowed his hand to continue up a little under the leg of his shorts. Marcus shuddered with pleasure, again, at that. He had completely dropped any pretense of avoiding staring at him, and he studied every detail of his tight chest with great interest.

“You have a little sauce on your chest,” Marcus whispered, noticing a spot of red in the center of the jock’s chest. Alex reached for a napkin, but Marcus stopped him. “I’ll get it,” he said, softly, before leaning over to lick it off. A soft moan escaped Alex’s mouth as he felt Marcus’ soft lips on his skin. “Definitely yummy.”

“Want another taste?” Alex asked, with another grin. Marcus flashed him another cute smile, before kissing Alex’s strong chest again. His soft lips caressed soft skin over hard muscle, and Marcus couldn’t think about anything other than Alex as he locked his blue eyes with Alex’s green ones and continued to worship his naked chest. The feeling of Alex’s arousal poking him in the stomach sent a spark of electricity up his spine.

“My turn,” Alex murmured, grinning as he tugged off the boy’s borrowed shirt and pushed him back on the couch gently, while laying kisses on his slim chest and running a hand through his brown hair. “I like you a lot. What if I said that I don’t want to follow the rules anymore?” the jock whispered, as he crawled up to cover Marcus completely with his muscular body.

“I’d be okay with that,” Marcus replied, shyly, before kissing him softly. Alex replied by slipping his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Suddenly, Marcus found himself being picked up. Within seconds, he found himself pinned down in the middle of Alex’s bed. The jock pushed the boy’s legs apart and ground himself against him.

“This is what I was dreaming about all day,” Alex whispered, before kissing Marcus deeply again. Marcus couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure, as he threw his arms around Alex’s neck. He felt completely at home on top of Alex’s soft down comforter and under his strong body. “I kind of take it from your body language that you’re a bottom,” the jock stated, when he felt Marcus wrap his legs around his waist.

“Yup,” Marcus replied, with a shy grin. “I’m… I haven’t been…in a while,” he added, stammering a little as a blush spread across his face.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Alex said, concern returning to his voice.

“I really want to… Just be gentle,” Marcus replied, before kissing him softly.

“Always,” Alex replied, with a tender smile. He caressed the boy’s cheek, before kissing him softly. “I’ve never been more attracted to anyone than I am to you, right now,” he said, still smiling, He began softly kissing his neck, biting gently on his skin and eliciting soft moans out of his object of affection. He slowly continued down to his slim chest, before nibbling and licking his way down his flat stomach. With a smile, he tugged his borrowed gym shorts off of him and tossed them aside.

“Damn, babe, you’re hung,” Alex muttered, as he squeezed Marcus’ respectable seven-inch hardon, which seemed especially big on his small frame. Marcus blushed a little at the compliment and couldn’t help but moan as Alex’s fingers wrapped around his member. Alex leaned in and licked his cock slowly, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Marcus’. The storm raged on outside, but Alex pushed all thoughts except himself out of Marcus’ mind.

Marcus couldn’t help but moan again, purely from the sight of the soccer team captain going down on him. His hands went reflexively to Alex’s hair, as he squirmed from pleasure. More and more of his cock disappeared into his mouth, until Marcus felt himself completely enveloped by Alex’s warm mouth, so that he was positively levitating with pleasure.

“I think it’s my turn,” Marcus said, gasping a little, after allowing the jock a few minutes. Alex grinned at him and moved up to straddle the boy’s chest. Licking his lips, Marcus pulled down Alex’s blue mesh shorts to reveal a very thick cock pointing him in the face.

“And you said I was hung,” Marcus muttered, as he wrapped his fingers around it before licking it gently. He quickly opened his mouth to swallow it, totally consumed by lust.

“Fuck…,” Alex moaned, as Marcus’ soft mouth did its job. He rolled off of him and sat up against the headboard to give the boy a better angle from which to work. He stroked the boy’s hair gently, encouraging him to take more in his mouth.

“Definitely yummy,” Marcus said, with a playful grin, before diving in for more. The scent and taste of Alex were overwhelming, as Marcus lapped at his cock. He’d never seen one so big and knew that it had to be over nine inches long. He couldn’t help but feel a tingly at finding out that his gorgeous, intelligent crush was also massively well-endowed. What he found most sexy, though, was the way he was able to get Alex to moan, as he worshiped his cock; there was nothing that turned him on more than making a guy go crazy. The jock’s hands were in his hair, but they didn’t seem to know what to do, anymore.

After a while, Alex reached around to grab Marcus’ hips and roughly pulled him around on top of him so that he was in range for the sixty-nine position. Marcus positively melted when the sensation of having Alex’s cock in his mouth was combined with that of Alex’s expert lips and tongue on his balls. Alex’s tongue did not stay there long, however, as his interested shifted up to his perky ass. Marcus moaned loudly when he felt Alex’s tongue probing his entrance, which Alex took as a cue to be a little bolder with his explorations. Marcus squirmed when Alex gently inserted one finger and then two, before gently working them around. It didn’t feel bad, but he hadn’t had sex in a while, so he was very, very tight, and he was a little nervous about what he knew was coming.

“You are so tight, Marcus… Does that feel okay?” Alex asked, in a concerned tone of voice.

“You’re really good at that,” Marcus replied, still squirming. Alex rolled him over on his stomach and resumed licking his ass with great enthusiasm. His heart was pounding with anticipation, but Alex’s gentle touch was very reassuring. He felt the jock’s strong hands squeezing his ass as he worked, revealing his own excitement at what they both knew was about to happen.

“You have the most amazing butt,” Alex murmured, as he gently rolled Marcus onto his back.

“I want you,” Marcus whispered, as Alex got between his legs again, and he felt the stud’s erection rubbing against him. Alex grinned and reached over to grab some lube from the drawer of his nightstand. He made sure they were both well-prepared, before pushing into him slowly. Things went relatively smoothly, but Marcus still whimpered with pain mingled with pleasure, as Alex’s thick cock stretched his tight ass open. Alex gave him a concerned look, but grinned and continued after Marcus wrapped his legs around Alex’s hips. Marcus’ blue eyes got wider and wider as more and more of Alex slid into him.

“How does that feel, babe?” Alex asked, in a whisper, as he kissed the boy’s lips, softly, when his balls were resting on Marcus’ ass cheeks.

“Awesome,” Marcus gasped, before kissing him back, as he processed the feeling of being completely full. Pulses of both pain and pleasure radiated from his ass, in time with the throbbing of the nine inches of jock cock lodged firmly inside him.

“Yeah? You like my cock?” Alex teased, as he kissed the side of Marcus’ face and rocked gently in and out of him. Marcus could only shudder in pleasure at the feeling of Alex slowly breaking him in. Though not his first lover, Alex was by far the largest, making Marcus feel as if he was having his cherry popped again.

“You’re amazing,” Marcus affirmed, completely enjoying having Alex’s entire cock inside him. His own erection was throbbing, and he felt like he could almost cum just from the pulsing of Alex’s massive member inside him.

“It’s like your ass was built just for me,” Alex murmured, as he slowly began thrusting into him, with gentle but powerful strokes, after he was satisfied that Marcus was enjoying it. His green eyes were fixed on him, alert for any signs of discomfort and were taking in every visual clue of Marcus’ arousal. “Yeah, moan for me,” he murmured into the boy’s ear, when he heard him gasping softly, as the power of his strokes increased.

“Fuck me,” Marcus whispered, in response, as he threw his arms around Alex’s neck and pulled on his waist with his legs.

“Your wish is my command, babe,” Alex replied, grinning as he really started to pound him in earnest. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, before slipping his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Marcus could do little but moan and claw at the jock’s back as he felt his cock going to town on his ass, while his lips, teeth, and tongue were busy on his neck.

He had never been with a man who was so strong or so dominant, he found his caring aggression to be an extreme turn on. Alex began alternating between fucking him hard and fast and slow and gentle, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, before settling back into a steady, strong rhythm.

“You’re such a stud,” Marcus gasped, causing Alex to grin widely.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, before thrusting in especially hard and eliciting another loud moan from him. He bit his own lip, evidently pleased with the way he was making his bottom squirm. He pulled out of him and rolled him onto his stomach, before slipping back inside him. Marcus whimpered with pleasure when he felt his hand tugging on his sandy-brown hair, pulling his mouth around to be kissed.

The new position let Alex use his weight and legs to maximum effect, getting even deeper inside him. He felt Alex’s fingers interlaced with his, pinning his arms down under the pillows in front of him. He turned his head to kiss him back and was rewarded with the sensation of Alex’s tongue slipping itself into his mouth. Alex slowed down to focus on kissing him properly, gently teasing the boy’s lips with his teeth and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

“You’re like the perfect bottom,” Alex murmured, after breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Marcus’ chest and pulled him up, so they were both on their knees. With one arm still wrapped around his chest and one hand at his hip, he resumed pounding him.

“Alex…,” Marcus gasped, as he discovered that this second new position allowed Alex to nail his prostate directly. The jock took that as a signal to speed up, and it wasn’t long before sparks of pleasure were going up his spine and he felt all of his muscles tightening up. The sensation of Alex’s muscles holding him, his hot breath on his ear, and his soft moans of pleasure, combined with the feeling of his thick cock slamming into his ass was enough to send him over the edge. “I’m cumming,” he announced, as every muscle in his body clenched and he felt himself losing control..

“Yeah, babe!” Alex replied, reaching down to squeeze his hard on. “Oh fuck, me, too!” he added, as Marcus’ ass suddenly got twice as tight. As Marcus started spraying cum on Alex’s bedspread, Alex began bumping his load deep inside his new twink. The only thing keeping Marcus from falling down to the bed was Alex’s strong grip, as he shook and shuddered from the power of his orgasm.

“I’ve never… without touching it, before,” he stammered, amazed that Alex had taken him to the edge without even touching his dick.

“I’m sure that we can teach each other lots of tricks, Mister Super Bottom,” Alex replied, grinning as he caressed the boy’s front and lowered him down to the bed. “You really are stunning, Marcus,” he whispered, still panting as he ran a hand through his tussled hair.

“Speak for yourself,” Marcus replied, blushing. He leaned over to kiss him again, before rolling over so that he was on top of the jock. He snuggled against Alex’s pecs, enjoying the warmth of his sweaty body.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Alex asked, reaching down to caress his face. He smiled when Marcus smiled back and shook his head. “I get… kinda aggressive, when I’m horny,” he added, blushing sheepishly.

“I like it aggressive,” Marcus replied, just as shyly. “Well… gentle, too,” he added, his blush getting a few shades darker. He wasn’t used to talking about sex and was surprised how easily he found that it was with Alex; he normally got tongue-tied around hot guys like him.

“I think I can handle both of those,” Alex replied, with a big grin, before leaning in to kiss him again. Their lips quickly locked as they made out slowly. Marcus scooted up a little and stroked Alex’s messy hair and ran his hand along his jawline, still completely enthralled by him. Normally , an orgasm would bring him a few moments of clarity where he would regret his partner or lose interest, but Alex was different; it felt right to be with him, and nothing seemed to be able to shake the pleasant cloud of attraction that was living in his brain. The contrast between Alex’s bronzed skin from countless practices and his own fair skin as he lay on top of him had him especially enthralled, at that moment. He couldn’t help but smile, when Alex kissed all over his face.

“I have to say… I’m really glad I met you,” Alex said, seemingly reading Marcus’ mind. “I don’t mean to get… uh… weird, but I hope that this wasn’t just a one-time thing, Marcus,” he added, softly. Marcus could feel the jock’s heart pounding in his chest and he was no longer sure that it was entirely from the workout that he had just done with him.

“ I sure hope it wasn’t. I don’t usually… go this far, so quickly, but I really like you… You’re different than most guys,” Marcus replied, quietly.

“Good,” Alex replied, simply, before kissing him deeply. His tongue pushed past the boy’s lips to wrestle with his tongue. “Up for round two?” he asked, in a husky tone, as he locked eyes with him again.

“Always,” Marcus replied, laughing a little, when he felt Alex’s cock poking his ass again. He placed his soft hands on the soccer star’s firm pecs, before easing himself onto Alex’s thick cock, his ass still slick from before. Alex’s hands immediately went to Marcus’ hips, encouraging the skinny bottom to ride him.

Marcus grinned and complied very willingly, bouncing happily on Alex’s cock. He gingerly removed Alex’s hands from his waist and pinned his arms playfully above his head, thinking that it was fair for him to be in charge. He leaned down to kiss Alex’s chest and lick his nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

That brief contact of teeth on his flesh sent a shock of pleasure through his body, causing him to moan and buck his hips wildly. Marcus took that as a good sign and continued to worship his chest, as he rode him. There was a wild look of lust in Alex’s eyes as he squirmed and thrust up against him, clearly enjoying himself. He stroked Alex’s ripped abs, awed by the amount of time that the jock had spent sculpting them, while keeping his arms lightly pinned with his other hand. A soft smile spread across his face, as a new idea began turning in his mind. Alex moaned loudly, when Marcus squeezed his ass around his cock and stopped moving completely, trapping Alex inside his warm, silky-soft ass.

“Marcus…,” Alex groaned, causing the boy’s smile to get slightly more wicked. He wasn’t normally very assertive, but he liked having the hunk at his mercy, even though he was well aware that Alex was allowing him to be in control.

“You like that?” Marcus whispered, feigning innocence in his voice, as he squeezed his ass again, eliciting another deep moan from the jock.

“Please…,” Alex said, softly, displaying another look of extreme lust. Marcus could feel him restraining himself from simply flipping him over and plowing him, as his muscles tensed and his nostrils flared, and it was incredibly evident that Alex’s restraint would be very short-lived.

Marcus smiled softly and slowly resumed riding him, causing the jock’s pretty green eyes to roll back into his head. He released his hands, allowing Alex to wrap his arms around him and to sit up, giving him better leverage to thrust up into the boy. He leaned into bite and suck on the soft skin of Marcus’ neck, before taking more control and rolling him over on his back. It was Marcus’ turn to be frustrated, when Alex pulled his dick out except for the head, causing him to squirm. He tried to pull him in with his legs, but Alex was much stronger and easily held his ground.

“None of that,” Alex replied, playfully, as he leaned in to nibble on Marcus’ ear, as he gently rocked in a little, before pulling back just to the tip again.

“Alex…,” Marcus whispered. The jock grinned at him, before slamming the rest of it inside him, making the boy yelp. He began assaulting his mouth with his tongue, as he started slamming into him with all of his strength, evidently worked up by being teased.

“Take it,” Alex groaned, as he fucked him. Marcus couldn’t help but moan just from that command, as he totally submitted to Alex. The jock’s stamina was incredible, as he kept fucking him for what seemed like hours, driving them both closer to their second orgasm with each thrust. He locked lips with Marcus, when he felt him tensing up again. This time, Marcus tightened so much that Alex couldn’t help but cum before him.

“Fuck… I’m cumming!” he shouted, as he erupted inside him again. Marcus whimpered happily as he felt the jock’s cock expand inside of him, sending him completely over the edge. He shot ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest, before Alex collapsed on top of him, still firmly inside his ass. “Amazing,” Alex murmured, panting as he lay on top of him. Marcus’ legs fell down weakly, as Alex held him tight with his legs and arms.

“I like you,” Marcus murmured, as Alex slowly pulled out of him. The jock grinned and leaned down to lick some of the cum off of Marcus’ chest.

“I like you, too, twinkalicious,” Alex replied, giving him a goofy grin, before he kissed him softly. They both just smiled at each other for quite a while. Alex ran a hand through his hair, before kissing him softly on the neck.

“Twinkalicious?” Marcus asked, laughing.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a twink and you’re—“

“—‘alicious?’” he interrupted, now giggling.

“Yup. Totally ‘alicious,’” Alex replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Beautiful would also be a good way of describing you,” he added, after looking into his blue eyes for a moment.

“I don’t know about that…,” Marcus said, as Alex made him blush for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening. Alex responded by rolling him on top of him and holding him tightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll convince you,” he said, with an air of finality. His green eyes met Marcus’ blue ones, before his lips again pressed gently into his. They lingered there for a moment, and Marcus replied by slipping his tongue past them, as he enjoyed laying on Alex’s warm body. They kissed slowly for a while, before dozing off . Marcus felt warm and completely secure with him, as he drifted in and out of consciousness. “We’re sticky. Do you want to take a shower?” Alex asked, after about half an hour of napping.

“Do I get to take it with you?”

“If you’re getting wet and soapy, I’m gonna be part of it,” Alex said, simply.

“It’s a deal, then,” Marcus replied, smiling. He rather liked sweaty Alex, but the chance to lather him up was also appealing. He climbed off of him and started towards the bathroom.

“So cute,” Alex murmured, as he followed him and put a hand on his ass. The cool tile felt good on the soles of Marcus’ feet, as he watched while Alex turned on the large walk-in shower to let it warm up.

“Not so bad yourself, jockalicious,” Marcus quipped, as he watched Alex’s muscular back and ass. Alex arched his back and turned around to show off his muscles as he stretched, before coming over and placing his hands on Marcus’ hips. The smaller boy responded by placing soft kisses on his sweaty chest, as they waited for the water. He enjoyed the contrast between the cool bathroom and Alex’s warmth.

Alex’s hands remained on him when they stepped into the shower. As in their earlier wet trust, the taller boy began seeing to Marcus, by soaping up and rubbing every inch of his skin. The hot water beat down on their bodies, washing away the results of a few hours spent making love in Alex’s bed. Marcus’ heart still tingled every time that Alex touched his bare skin. As Alex lathered his body up, he explored Alex’s, gently caressing every inch of his well-built chest and abs. He felt his hands on his hips again and was coaxed to turn around to allow the shower head to rinse his front off, allowing Alex access to his backside.

“It’s tempting to be naughty,” Alex said, laughing a little as he massaged Marcus’ back and ensured that no part of his skin went untouched, from his shoulder blades down to his ass.

“This isn’t naughty already?”

“Compared to what I’d like to do, it’s pretty tame,” Alex replied, as he squeezed Marcus’ ass. “I’m usually pretty horny, but, damn, I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, leaning in to nibble on the shorter boy’s ear.

“I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging,” Marcus gasped, squirming at the feeling of Alex’s hot breath on his ear.

“I want you again,” Alex murmured, as he slipped a finger inside him. Marcus moaned softly in assent, prompting Alex to slip more fingers inside him, to ensure that he was still ready, before pushing him playfully against the shower wall and entering him gently.

“Oh, fuck…,” Marcus whispered, as Alex’s huge dick sunk its way into him.

“That’s the general idea, hot stuff,” Alex replied, when he was buried up to the hilt inside him. He began fucking him very slowly, again sending ripples of pleasure up Marcus’ spine. Every part of the boy’s body felt warm and tingly, with Alex’s hot form covering him and the water pouring over them both. “I’m gonna make you cum, again,” Alex whispered, as he continued to nibble and lick Marcus’ ear and reached around to squeeze his cock with one hand and his nipples with the other.

“Take me!” Marcus gasped, overwhelmed by sensory input. He loved the way that Alex made him feel completely full and secure, as well as the way that Alex seemed to enjoy making him feel that way.

“You’re already mine, Marcus,” Alex replied, as he slammed his hips in. He was jerking Marcus’ dick furiously, and seemed to be in a much bigger hurry to get him off than he had before. Marcus bucked his hips back against him, and Alex replied by pushing even deeper into him, pinning him completely to the tile wall in front of them. He fucked him like that for ten minutes, before Marcus felt himself tensing up.

“I can’t take much of this, Alex,” the twink warned, as Alex aimed the head of his cock directly at his prostate.

“Don’t hold back!”

“Alex!” Marcus gasped, as he began spraying cum all over the shower wall in front of him. Alex grunted, as he slammed in especially hard as he began filling his ass with cum for the third time that night.

“Holy shit…,” Alex panted, as he kissed his neck and shoulders gently, before slowly pulling out of him. Marcus’ legs almost buckled; he felt weak, but completely at ease between Alex and the wall.

“Indeed,” he managed, barely in a whisper. Alex kissed him one last time, before gently ensuring that his back was clean, before washing his hair for him. Marcus smiled appreciatively, before returning the favor. He took special care to see to it that Alex’s abs and Apollo’s Belt were looked after; of all of Alex’s attractive features, he found his eyes drawn to that area most often.

Though outwardly modest, the looks Alex was giving him showed that he didn’t mind the attention very much. With their shower complete, they dried each other off again, and headed back into the bedroom.

“I want you in my bed, tonight,” Alex whispered, as he wrapped his arms around him, causing yet another soft smile to appear on his face.

“I was hoping that you’d say something like that,” Marcus replied, as Alex pulled him back towards the comfortable bed. They snuggled together in the middle, and Alex drew the comforters up over them and wrapped his arms and legs around Marcus, leaving him feeling very warm and secure.

“When I wake up, you’re going to be here, right?” Alex asked, as he played with Marcus’ soft hair.

“Definitely,” Marcus replied, quietly.

“And it won’t be a dream?”

“I sure hope not; this has been even better than a dream,” Marcus replied, giggling a little as Alex squeezed him. The storm had dulled to occasional cracks of thunder, and the sound of rain on the windows was very relaxing and sleep-inducing, though Marcus was quite sure that Alex’s muscular body pressed up against his own was more than enough to make him feel comfortable on its own.

“Speak for yourself,” Alex murmured, before they both drifted off into sleep.

 

[inthecloset]

Hey Pyramus!!

I just wanted to say I was a HUGE fan of Senior Year. It was one of my favorite stories on these boards back when I started writing and I'm so glad to see you writing again!

Only two chapters in and I am so excited to see what you have in store for these boys. We go from awkward meeting to sensual encounters to raw sexual power in such a short amount of time that it's almost hard to believe these boys have only known each other for two days! I love how they make a theme out of breaking the rules and it makes me curious what other rules they're going to break and leaves me craving more!

Can't wait to read what you write next.

Much love, and welcome back.
- ITC

 

[Pyramus11]

Thank you, both. I'll try to have an update soon. The story's completely fictional, but my BF and I did end up together pretty quickly after meeting, so that much is true.

 

[inthecloset]

Yay! I noticed you changed your status to partnered. Congrats buddy!

 

[Whosna]

Before I read this completely, I saw Alex' name but not David's; what happebed to him? I loved Senior Year, wish it continued and I'm sure this will be equally great but since it has one of the same characters I gotta know.

Do we forget about David in this or is he an ex in here? If he's an ex I hope you write in to the story why.

Can't wait to read your response so I can read this!!!

 

[BiMike]

Welcome back. Great new story got me hooked from its start and had to read your first two episodes non-stop. Made me feel real good Remember when I found Senior years some time ago and had to read it all! Looking forward to plenty more more of this new story , love the builld up, cannot wait fore more !

 

[Pyramus11]

Before I read this completely, I saw Alex' name but not David's; what happebed to him? I loved Senior Year, wish it continued and I'm sure this will be equally great but since it has one of the same characters I gotta know.

Do we forget about David in this or is he an ex in here? If he's an ex I hope you write in to the story why.

Can't wait to read your response so I can read this!!!

I did figure that this would come up. I just changed the name. There's a logical reason, but I will keep it to myself for now. This story isn't in the same continuity as the other one; it's like a reboot of a comic or movie franchise (a la Star Trek).

I do appreciate the comments a lot.

 

[WildBeast]

This is very, very good stuff. Keep going Where can I find this other story you speak of?

 

[Pyramus11]

Thanks. The link is in the first post. I also have another story, which you can find if you search through my posts on my profile. It was written at about the same time.

 

[Whosna]

I did figure that this would come up. I just changed the name. There's a logical reason, but I will keep it to myself for now. This story isn't in the same continuity as the other one; it's like a reboot of a comic or movie franchise (a la Star Trek).

I do appreciate the comments a lot.

I feel as though I'm gonna get confused, seeing Alex and David together, now Alex and Marcus, I feel as though Alex is cheating!

 

[inthecloset]

I feel as though I'm gonna get confused, seeing Alex and David together, now Alex and Marcus, I feel as though Alex is cheating!

Think of it this way.

Alex from Senior Year and Alex from Golden Light are two characters who are very different people with very similar characteristics. Keep in mind that the Alex of Senior Year was a redhead while this Alex is a blonde. Also keep in mind that this Alex is much more of a romantic from the start whereas SY Alex was very lustful. Just weigh in the qualities that separate them in your mind and keep it in your mind that Alex and David are still together in some other part of the world

 

[____]

Pyramus, I LOOOVED Senior Year, but I'm loving this even more!!

Can't wait for you to write the next installment!

 

[Autolycus]

A wonderful story - thanks for going to such lengths to share it with us!



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[Pyramus11]

Sorry about that; I submitted it to Nifty, too. When I copied and pasted it here, I forgot to alter the boilerplate.

 

[2M0A1T1T]

Wow great story can't wait to read more

 

[hungbuzz]

love that you are back writing

 

[SplytPerson]

I totally love this story already!

 

[Pyramus11]

There will be an update. I'm a few hours away from turning in my senior thesis, so... You know. lol