Hey boys I'm back.
Got a new chapter of my story, hope you like it.
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I don’t remember much of what happened after Cameron and I left his bedroom. The hallway started spinning and my head felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t breathe and everything went dark. The one thing I do remember is hearing Cameron’s voice constantly calling out to me from the darkness.
I woke up after what felt like minutes and opened my eyes to a very bright hospital room. There were tubes around my face feeding me oxygen and an IV drip in my right hand. My head felt like a giant elephant was standing on it. I looked around the room without lifting my head up and didn’t see anything. But I felt something on my chest. I looked down and saw Cameron sitting in a chair next to my bed sleeping and using my chest as a pillow. I lifted my left hand and rested it on his head.
“Wake up sleepy head,” I said in a strained voice.
“Thank God you’re awake,” he said without moving his head. His face was away from me but he sounded so tired.
“You sound level 10 exhausted,” I said to him as I moved my hand to his shoulder.
“You should see me,” he said with a chuckle.
He turned to look at me and propped his head up on his hand. His face was so beautiful and his smile made my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah you look like ass too,” I said, returning his smile.
He smiled even wider and hit my arm with his free hand. In a matter of seconds his smile disappeared. The hand he hit me with stayed on my arm. I had never seen someone go from looking so tired, to so happy, to so sad in such a short amount of time. I could tell he had probably stayed awake as long as his body would allow him to.
“How long was I out?” I asked.
“About 35 hours,” he said. “When you passed out in the hallway my dad helped me take you to the hospital while my mom called your parents. When we got here the doctor inspected you for like two minutes until he made us leave the room.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You had two Ganglion Cysts in your wrists. They had to remove them surgically,” he said.
“Ouch…” I said.
“You really scared me Josh,” he said.
“It’s ok. I’m ok buddy,” I said. I pulled him up into my arms. “I told you, I’m never leaving you.”
The last week I was in town was amazing. I stayed with Cameron all week and let him take care of me. I wasn’t supposed to do any strenuous activity for a while, so Cameron did everything for me. He cooked for me, helped me shower (I especially liked that part), and gave me several massages. For everything he did for me, I loved him more and more. But we both knew that once this week was over, so were we. I would have to fly back to school and be away from him for 5 more months. Neither of us wanted to admit it, though I was sure we were both feeling it, but we were afraid. Not of being apart, but of the other finding someone else to be with. I suspected Cameron thought this because of how tightly he held on to me, how loving he was to me, and how much he was willing to do for me.
But this was my last night in town. We had amazing plans for this night. We went to have dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town, dessert in the town village, and we were on our way back to his house for more dessert. I was so nervous all night. This was the moment we had been attempting to have for so long, and it was almost here. My heart was struggling to jump out of my chest when we pulled into his garage.
The moment we were in the door I felt his arms around my waist. I didn’t want him to let go of me but I wanted what was coming next even more. I turned around and met his gaze. There were all sorts of questions in his eyes, but I reassured him with a kiss on the forehead and a brush of my hand on his cheek.
We walked down the hallway, Cameron locked in my arms. When we went into his bedroom, we both lay down on the bed and just sat there for a little while. I turned to my side and took my right hand and began running my fingers along his torso. I brought my fingers down to the hemline of his shirt and moved in to kiss him. Our lips locked in our most passionate kiss yet. I pulled his shirt up a little and moved down to kiss his stomach. The light brown hairs around his belly button grazed my lips. I was about to go further but he sat up.
“Before we get too into this,” he said, “there’s something I need to say to you.”
“What’s up buddy?” I asked a little exasperated.
“Well…I don’t want you to get mad at me…” he said.
I put my hand on his shoulder for reassurance. I was almost afraid this was going to be the “past partners” talk.
“Well…I know you’re leaving tomorrow. I’ve been dreading this day for the past 4 weeks. Ever since you walked back into my life I’ve been dreading the day that I have to watch you walk out again. And…I can’t be with you if I have to keep doing that,” he said.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was breaking up with me? Right before we were about to have the night we had been trying so hard to have for so long?
“It hurts me too much to watch you get on that plane,” he said.
I couldn’t believe this. He didn’t seem to have any emotion in his voice. He wasn’t sad, angry, or even happy. He was just talking as if it was about anything mundane. I couldn’t look at his face. I didn’t want him to see the tears welling up in my eyes. I looked down at my hands and waited for him to finish so I could leave.
“So I was thinking, maybe I wouldn’t have to watch you get on it this time,” he said.
This confused me. He sounded hopeful. Almost as if he had asked my permission for something. I looked up at him with a clear look of confusion covering my face. I sniffled a little from crying and tried to make sense of this.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, what if…instead of watching you get on that plane…I got on it with you?” he asked smiling.
I was bewildered. I didn’t know what to say. He wanted to follow me? My tears instantly disappeared and a smile stretched across my face. My heart swelled up inside my chest and almost jumped out of my mouth.
“Are you serious?” I asked, almost laughing, “You want to go with me?”
“Yeah! I don’t want to be apart from you-.”
I cut him off midsentence with a kiss twice as intense as the one before. I realized that he wanted to make this night even more special. He had made me so happy in just a short amount of time that I lost complete control of myself. My hands went around his waist and pulled his shirt up and off of him. He did the same to me and pushed me onto my back. He slowly moved down my torso kissing every inch of my chest.
He stopped at my belly button and grazed his fingers against the soft part of my stomach. I left out a shudder from his ghostly touch and slapped his arm.
“Don’t be a prick Cam,” I said with a glare.
He just smiled an evil little grin and moved his hands to my belt. He unhooked the belt and unbuttoned my jeans. He teased me a little with his tongue and licked the skin just above the waistband of my boxers. That’s when I got annoyed. I sat up and threw him onto his back and pinned him down. I leaned in and started kissing his neck while I held his hands at the sides of his head. I moved down to his chest and started nibbling on his left nipple, then the right, and kissed my way down to his waist.
He wasn’t wearing a belt so this made my objective much easier. I pulled the button apart and pulled the zipper down with my teeth. He was wearing those blue boxer-briefs I loved. Suddenly, I became very aware of how hard my cock was. Maybe it was seeing those boxers, or maybe it was noticing his cock, but it was raging inside my jeans. I released his hands and pushed his jeans off so that he was left in just his socks, the boxer-briefs and the necklace I bought for him for taking such good care of me.
I leaned down and put my lips beside his ear to whisper “I hope your ass is ready Superman, cause I’m about to mark what’s mine.” I pulled off my jeans and boxers and let my cock free. I then grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up and gently moved him and let him down so his head was on the pillows. Then I pushed his underwear off with my right hand and rubbed his left thigh with my left hand.
I sat up and pushed his legs apart and around my hips. I leaned in to kiss him again. From that kiss, I could tell that he was ready, that he wanted this as much as I did, and that he was forever mine, and I was forever his. I pushed my cock into his hole slowly. It felt so good to finally do it. I had wanted him for so long and this moment had been put off for even longer. It felt right and he squeezed his ass around my cock to assure me that it did for him as well.
Slowly, I fucked his perfect ass, never breaking our amazing kiss. Neither me nor Cameron ever touched his dick and in ten minutes he had cum twice all over both of us. I was nearing my orgasm and sped up my thrusts when he came again. I pressed our bodies together and pushed myself as far as I could inside of him.
I pumped him full of cum and moaned passionately into his ear. I collapsed over him, and fell to his left side.
“That was better than I ever imagined, Josh,” he said between his gasps for air.
I didn’t want to say anything that would spoil this moment. So I brushed my hand against his cheek and kissed him again.
“It was perfect Superman,” I said.
“We should go get cleaned up,” He said as he laughed at how messy we were.
We walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I started the bathwater as he grabbed a couple towels. I filled the water with the bubbles I found under the sink and lit one of the candles on the counter. I flicked off the lights and got into the water. When he came inside I could see him smiling at me.
“You’re such a romantic asshole,” he said.
“Only for you baby,” I said in a deep voice.
He walked slowly over to the bath with such grace I could have sworn he was floating. He got into the water and cuddled up against me. I grabbed one of the washcloths off the side of the tub and began to clean him off.
“What if I were to say that I didn’t want you to come with me?” I asked.
He turned his head and stared at me. I could tell from the look of rejection on his face that he felt exactly the way I did just a little while ago.
“Why not?” he asked. His voice cracked a little like he was on the verge of tears.
“Because I want to stay here with you,” I said.
“No,” he said sternly, “You can’t just drop everything and move back here because of me.”
“And you can’t just drop everything and move out there because of me,” I said.
“Yes I can,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his stomach and he grabbed hold of them, tightening my hold on him, as if to make sure I didn’t let go.
“After…my injuries…I knew that my dreams were over, done with. I’ve made peace with that now. But you…you still have your dreams. You could be one of the most famous writers in history. I will not let you abandon that dream. You need to follow it. And I’ll follow you wherever your dream takes you,” he said.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I asked.
“I have an idea,” he said happily.
“No, you don’t. With everything you do for me, I love you even more. I can never find the right way to show you exactly how much I need you,” I said.
“I love you, too,” he said. He squeezed my arms tighter.
“Forever and always,” I said.