Re: Senior Year (Working Title)
Part XV
Sitting in his arms, I wondered why anyone would ever choose to be anywhere besides his lover’s bed. Alex was more comfortable than anything I had ever experienced. He was warm, and uncompromisingly affectionate towards me. I looked down and smiled, seeing his soccer-sculpted limbs tightly wrapped around me; he was simply intoxicating.
Never before had I been granted such an unyielding friendship. Sure, it had only been a few days, but I knew that he was the most genuine person I had ever met. He was very securely and protectively wrapped around me, inundating me with his presence and his scent. I felt him running his nose through my hair, as his deflating cock slipped out of me. I had been craving that feeling of post-orgasm satisfaction the entire day.
His smell was very masculine, but not overpowering. It had a spicy undertone, and I was completely in love with it. I felt our sweat all over us, and the feeling of his ripped abs pressing into my slim back was incredibly enjoyable. I think he was having similar thoughts, as he rubbed his hands all over my body.
“You smell nice,” we both said. I laughed first, and he joined me. His laugh was light, but not giddy, and felt like a blanket of joy he was wrapping me in. He squeezed me harder, but let me turn around, to face him. I gave him a sweet smile, and kissed him lightly between tanned, sweaty pecs. “Man, I’ve got a hot boyfriend,” I commented. He flashed me a white, toothy grin.
“Hey, so do I!” he said, with an amusing level of enthusiasm. I laughed again, and wrapped my arms around him. “I like that ‘boyfriend’ word. It means your cute little body is all mine,” he said, while giving me an adorable Eskimo kiss.
“Same goes for you, Alex,” I said, confidently. He smiled wider, and kissed me playfully. I felt his hand lightly toying with the nape of my neck. We made out for a while, on his comfortable bed. He stopped, and looked at me for a second.
“If memory serves, you wanted a bath yesterday, but we didn’t take one… My parents won’t be back for a while. Want to go play in my parents’ tub?” he asked, with a grin. I smiled at him.
“Sounds good to me,” I said. He rolled off of me, and quickly picked up all of our clothes, and cocked his head towards the door. I scrambled off the bed, and followed him out the door. We walked down a floor, and he led me into his parents’ bathroom. There was a large whirlpool tub in one corner, opposite the sinks. He started the tub filling, and got towels from a cabinet. “You’re rich,” I noticed, as I leaned on the edge of the tub. I winced a little at the touch of the cold porcelain.
“Umm… yeah…,” Alex said, with a tinge of blush, as he sat next to me. I don’t think he knew what to say, to that. We made eyes at each other while the tub filled. It filled quickly for a tub of its size, and we eased into the warm, sudsy water. He rubbed my shoulders gently. “I’m glad we came down here. This is much nicer than a shower,” he commented. I glanced at him, as he stretched out. He looked especially sexy, with his arms draped around the edge of the tub. I slipped in, next to him, and rested my head on his shoulder.
“You’re much better than a rubber ducky,” I observed, as I rubbed his bicep. He smiled contentedly at me. He flexed for me, with a macho-looking expression on his face. “Cute,” I commented.
“I do what I can,” he returned. He kissed me softly, and pulled back, with an adorable smile. I gave him a peck on the nose. I grabbed the washcloth and washed his chest for me, as he leaned back on the tub, with his eyes closed. The water was warm, and very relaxing. We washed our hair, and when the bubbles finally ran out, we climbed out of the tub, and dried off. He made me a little self-conscious, as he watched me pull my clothes on, but I realized the only reason I noticed was that I was doing the same thing to him. We kept sharing glances, as he led me down to the living room. Alex took my hands, and looked at me a little longingly. He looked me over, approvingly. “Those shorts look good on you, handsome,” he reported.
“I look even better out of them,” I retorted, as I gave him the same kind of look. He laughed, and hugged me.
“Yes, you do,” he agreed. “So… I guess I better take you home…,” he said, slowly, after a while of just hugging me. I sighed, and kissed him.
“Yeah… I guess… you do…,” I responded, between kisses. “No hurry, though.”
“Have I told you that you’re gorgeous, lately?” he asked, with another flashy grin. “I mean… you’re fucking hot,” he continued. I blushed, but returned his smile, as his hands drifted down to my ass.
“You know how to make a guy blush, Alex,” I said.
“You know how to make a guy horny, David,” he retorted, making me smile; I loved when he said my name, especially when there was a compliment or thinly-veiled innuendo attached to it. His cock pressed into mine, through his shorts, as I noticed his grinning face. “Really, really, really horny,” he clarified. I squeezed him gently through his shorts.
“You’re always horny,” I reminded him, making him shrug.
“So are you,” he said, with a cocky grin. I smiled sweetly, and slipped my hand down into his shorts. He gasped softly, as my fingers caressed his cock. “You’re going to make me cream my shorts,” he quietly warned me, as I fondled him. I shook my head.
“No, I won’t,” I said, with a smile. It sounded like he was about to ask something, before I sank to my knees, when he seemed to get the picture. I pulled his shorts and tight briefs down to his ankles, smiled at him, and kissed him softly on the head of his cock. He moaned, as I slowly began sucking him off, in the middle of the living room. I squeezed his balls gently, and smiled to myself about the sudden power I had over him.
“God, David! You’re so good…,” Alex said, as his hands found their way down to my head. “Fuck…,” he moaned, when I had almost all of his cock in my mouth. His hands were gentle, on the back of my head, and he was letting me do all of the work. The look on his face combined with the noises he was making encouraged me to keep going. I wanted to make him come.
I rubbed his well-sculpted thighs, as my nose pressed into his red pubes. I pulled back off on him, and slowly sucked on him. He had already been pretty excited, and I quickly sensed that he was on the edge. He began to gently ease his way in and out of my mouth with very shallow thrusts, so I let him have a little bit of the control. After only a few minutes’ work, I felt his legs tense up, and then he came with a loud moan. His come flooded my mouth, but I managed to get it all. I kept sucking on him until I had cleaned him up completely. I pulled his pants back up, as I stood up, and smiled at him.
“See?” I said, before kissing him. He made an affirming noise, as he kissed me back. I knew he tasted himself in my mouth, and it seemed to make him kiss me harder. He backed me into a wall, as I wrapped my arms around him.
“Wow… Yeah… There’s still you to deal with, though,” he said, with a smile, as he squeezed my crotch. I gasped a little, as I felt that. I kissed him again, as his arms slipped around me. He looked over at the clock on the cable box, and frowned. “It’s a little after 5:00. Do you need to get home?” he asked.
“Yeah… I probably should,” I responded, making his face fall. I smiled at him. “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t stick around for a while,” I said. He grinned, kissed me on the nose. He held my hand as we walked to the garage. I leaned up against his Mustang, and he looked at me.
“Do you want to drive?” he asked, with one hand on the driver’s side door and with the keys in his other hand. He jingled them tantalizingly. I looked in, and noticed the gearshift. I didn’t know how to use a manual transmission, and I really didn’t want to be in a position where I had any chance of doing anything bad to his car.
“I can’t drive a stick,” I said, and immediately wondered if I should have phrased that differently. He flashed me a devilish grin.
“I disagree,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “’Cause you drove my stick real well,” he pressed, prompting me to shake my head and punch him in the shoulder. “’Cause you’re hot,” he finished. He kissed me playfully, as I leaned against the car. “Wanna do it on the hood?” he asked.
“We’ll never make it home at this rate,” I reminded him, as he kissed me. He sighed, and stepped back.
“Fine…,” he muttered. “But, I’m getting in those shorts, tonight,” he said, after giving me a playful slap on the ass. I grinned, and got in on the other side of the car. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
“Maybe next time,” I promised.
“What?” he asked, as he backed out of the garage.
“You can fuck me on the hood of the car,” I reminded him. He laughed. “I like your car,” I told him, after a while. He thanked me, and we kept driving. I kept stealing glances at him, as he drove. It was silly, I thought, to try to be secretive, when a deluge of images involving me, Alex, and several compromising positions flew threw my mind. Something drew my mind back to Alyssa, and the conversation we had earlier. “Alex… My friend Alyssa… found out about us...,” I said, quietly.
“Oh… Is… this going to be a problem?” he asked.
“No, we can trust her… She caught me staring at you, after rehearsal,” I explained.
“Well… Mark knows too. In fact, he’s the one that said I should go after you,” he admitted. I looked over at him, quizzically, as he kept explaining. “I came out to him a while ago…, mostly because I had such a big crush on you.”
“Wow… I’m going to have to thank him… Wait… You were scared of me? I was scared of you… God! We could have started this a long time ago…,” I mused.
“Yeah, but at least we have each other now,” he said, with a smile, in a tone that I thought was very mature. I looked up and we had arrived at my house. He kissed me softly, before we got out. I noticed that my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so she wasn’t home yet. We walked inside, and I announced that I was home, before taking Alex by the hand, down to my room. I locked the door, behind us.
“I think I’ve got an idea of what we can do,” I said, as I sat down on the bed.
“I think I’ve got one, too; you should fuck me,” he decided. I smiled at him, because that’s what I had been thinking at the moment. So far, I was usually on the receiving end, and had let Alex pretty much call all of the shots, but I sensed that he wanted to switch places at least for a while. My cock told my brain that I didn’t want to miss a chance to explore his nice, athletic ass.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I said, before kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms around me, and slowly pulled my shirt off. I quickly returned the favor, and we both wriggled out of our cargo shorts and underwear. We stumbled back onto the bed in a mad rush to get started. Before I could do much, there was a knock at the door.
To be continued...
I promise more actual action in the next installment.