You're Never Alone

[sheep]

He won't stay away too long.

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm definitely looking forward to "Next".

 

[Autolycus]

Another great instalment - incidentally, I have replaced Jess for Jeff where it occurred

 

[hardreader]

Your Never Alone
By HardReader

Chapter 4
Part I
From Jeff's Viewpoint​

Walking home from Joe’s gave me some time to think things through. I tried to think about the fact that I had just come out to Joe. How was telling him I was am gay and have imagined having sex with him on numerous occasions going to change our friendship? How would it affect my relationship with my other friends and maybe even with my family? My mind kept wandering off to think about the amazing smell of our cum and how it felt when it landed on my clothes and even some of it on my skin. The warmth of his firm and almost totally naked body holding me tight. The feeling of comfort, fulfillment and excitement I got when he pressed his throbbing cock against mine. The crazy fireworks in my head when his cum splattered face brushed against mine. The touch of his breath on my neck … and the sound of his lustful moans …

Twice I discovered I had lost track of where I was going and missed turns I usually made automatically. What had happened between me and Joe was terrifying and electrifying. I was almost totally hard the whole time it took me to get home. When I got there I had no idea how I should react or respond to my first time with Joe, other than to hope and pray there would be many more such days. I knew that what had happened it was going to bring major changes, but all I seemed able to focus on was how mind-blowing sexy the whole thing had been.

About a block from my house, I was confronted with the realization that I was about to be confronted by my parents and their usual battery of questions. I had to act like nothing unusual had happened. I’d say it was just a few hours shooting the shit and watching TV with Joe. Nothing unusual.

Nothing unusual. Nothing unusual. Nothing unusual! Those words bounced about in my head as I approached the front door, took a deep breath and turned the knob. It wouldn’t turn. It was locked and my parents never locked the front door except when they were away from home or gone to bed for the night.

I rang the doorbell anyway, but there was no response. I felt for my keys, but I hadn’t taken them with me. I knew there was a backdoor key hidden by the garage around back. I got it and unlocked the backdoor, put the key back in its hiding place and went into my home, which was completely silent. No one was there. I locked the backdoor and went up to my room.

As soon as I closed the door, I was standing looking at myself in the full-length mirror. Seeing my reflection in that mirror brought back a torrent of images … some real, some imagined … from just a couple hours earlier in Joe’s room.

I closed my eyes and my mind quickly conjured up a stew of very life-like memories. Joe was hugging me, holding me tight against him. My hands could feel the warmth of his naked skin. I could smell his sweaty body and inhaled deeply. I was totally hard within a minute.

In my mind, I gently pulled free of Joe’s embrace. I watched myself in the mirror as I did a slow and what I thought was a very sexy striptease for him. It left me standing totally naked and exposed, totally hard and completely ready to give myself to Joe.

In my mind, we were alone together as we should be. Both of us naked and horny as all fuck. I could feel the blood in my dick creating that throbbing sensation. My dick was so hard, it was almost painful. But the strongest sensation of all was my need for Joe. To explore his body, enjoy his overpowering sexual presence, caress and worship his raging hard-on.

I closed my eyes as I began to stroke my dick. Or was it his dick? We were pressed together again. Our dicks together. Thrusting against each other. Wrapped in my own hand. We moaned. Whispered words of … I don’t know. Love? Lust? Friendship? Desire? Need? It didn’t’t really matter. We each knew exactly what the other wanted and needed.

I felt my nuts start to pull up and could sense Joe was close too. He started thrusting faster and hard. I did the same. I could feel his dick swelling even thick and harder in my hand, just as mine was doing. He moaned and I moaned and we shot our cum together once again. More than I had expected. Less than I hoped for. But it was so good to be together with Joe like this. Naked and happily sharing ourselves as completely as we could. This time I did not break away. Instead I kissed him, unsure of what his response would be. As I pressed my lips against his, our cum covered bodies pressed and gently rubbed against each other His lips opened a bit. I opened mine in answer to his. And soon our tongues were playing in each other’s warm, wet, welcoming mouths.

I reached down and scooped up some of our cum from my abs and pubes. With great care, I broke our kiss gently so we could share a taste of our manly juices. Joe smiled as he licked it from my fingers and then stuck his cum-covered tongue into my waiting mouth. We savored and played with our cum, sharing it again. Swirling it with our tongues. Swapping it back and forth. I never wanted this moment to end.

I could finally feel our cum cooling as it slowly ran down my nuts and thighs, dripping onto the floor. I opened my eyes and knew, of course, Joe wasn’t really there. But only hours before he had been. This could be real and should be real. But …

But how could I ever get from where I was — naked and alone living in a strange box of memories and dreams — to where I wanted to be with Joe. Together for real again with Joe? In his arms. Sharing ourselves with abandon. Loving what we were doing. Loving who we are. Loving each other. Could it be?

Reality suddenly hit me and I realized so clearly that I had forced myself into Joe’s fantasy with his girl. A fantasy of him fucking her. Holding her. Loving her. Right on the verge of shooting his load for her. Not for me!

I needed some kind of hope. I didn’t want to lead my life in a fantasy with my mirror. I wanted Joe. I wanted … wanted so much and there seemed so little hope.

I threw myself on my bed and cried.

I didn’t sleep or even rest. I just lay there soaking in my tears and my cum. Until I heard the front door opening. Once again the realization hit me … I can’t be seen like this.

To Be Continued …

 

[DonQuixote]

The front door opening - can't be Joe because the doors were locked.
Or could it be? Maybe he has a key?
Can it possibly be?

We know they want each other - Jeff is the only one who doesn't know - yet.

You have such a powerful way with words, HR.
I just got this PC back from the mfg service for a memory issue - are you trying to make me destroy the keyboard, too?!

 

[sheep]

 

[Rickrock]

Love this story so far. DonQuixote, you made me laugh.

 

[hardreader]

Your Never Alone
By HardReader

Chapter 4
Part II
From Jeff's Viewpoint​

I could hear my parents talking downstairs. I didn’t think either of them would come upstairs, but it was always possible that my mom would start wondering if I was home and come up to check. I had to act fast just in case.

I opened my window halfway to air out my room as best I could. Checked in the mirror to see if I had any dried cum visible on my face. I didn’t think so. I got a damp washcloth out of the bathroom and came back to clean off the mirror and remove the cum spots from the floor in front of it.

My parents had probably heard me turn on the water to wet the washcloth and the squeak in the hall floor when I walked back and forth to the bathroom. I couldn’t be too careful. I got some clean underwear out of my drawer and headed off for a quick shower.

Clean and a bit refreshed from the warm shower, I could finally stop worrying about how I might look when I faced my parents. Now I just had to hope I could act like nothing had happened, even though it had been a day when so much had happened.

I thought I was ready to head downstairs when my phone gave that single Ding sound. A text message. I saw the push alert. It was from Joe and started off, “WE NEED TO TAL… “

No we don’t. Not now, I thought.

I took a deep breath to calm my jitters and soon was face-to-face with my parents in the kitchen. I knew I didn’t have to say anything. My mother would be asking questions before I could get a word out.

True to form she immediately said, “How was your day?” Her question didn’t take me by surprise, but the tone of her voice did. It was so …. easy. Like chitchat. It felt like my answer wouldn’t really be important to her. That wasn’t like her at all.

But I was ready for the question she had asked. I tried to answer her in a tone that matched her no-big-deal tone. “Nothing unusual. Hung out with Joe at his house for a few hours. Came home and hit my pillow till I heard you come in.”

She wasn’t even looking at me as I answered and my dad literally walked out of the room as I said those words.

“I’m sorry we woke you,” she said and fell silent.

“I’ve got to study after dinner,” I finally said.

“Oh, Jeffy, your father and I are going out tonight for dinner and a movie. If it’s OK, I’ll leave you some money so can go out for something to eat.”

Dinner and a movie? Since when did my parents go out for dinner and movie?

“You and dad are going to a movie? For real?” I know it wasn’t the best way to respond, I didn’t really care where they were going. I just wondered why they were going out on a “date” or whatever it was. I could not remember them doing that … ever.

“Well, your dad and I were talking earlier and we decided that now that you’re getting older, we could take a little more time for ourselves. You’re more than old enough and we trust you, so why shouldn’t we feel free to do some things like have a movie night out.”

Fuck! She’d said they “trust” me. The word rang in my ears. If only they knew. But that “trust” could work out like a gift from God. Maybe I’d have some time to … to deal with Joe.

“OK. Enjoy yourself. Don’t hurry on my account. I’ll probably just grab something at Wendy’s.” I turned and headed back upstairs. The message from Joe was already becoming the center of my attention again. I pulled out my phone as I climbed the stairs. “WE NEED TO TAL…”

I opened his message: “WE NEED TO TALK. Everythings going to be OK. Call me asap. Im waiting. K?”

With the surprising news that my parents were going to leave me home alone for the evening, I was free to talk with Joe for as long as it took, or even to invite him to come over and talk. And if it went really well, we might even …

But I knew that wasn’t gonna happen that fast. We might be able to put some patches on our friendship in a single talk, but I didn’t think we’d ever be like boyfriends any time soon ... if ever.

I thought about it and decided not to call him. I texted him: “Can’t talk tonight. Maybe after school tomorrow. You can park your car here and we can walk to school. K?

Within less than a minute, Ding! “Can you talk later tonight?” His message said. What part of my Can’t talk tonight message couldn’t he understand?

“Tomorrow. After school. Park here.” I texted back.

I expected another Ding on my phone soon, but it didn’t happen. What did that mean? Yes or No? Or was it a ploy to get me to call him? I didn’t know, but decided to wait it out alone in my room.

I started to read some history for class on Tuesday, but soon found my mind had wandered into the locker room showers at school, remembering a day I had revisited time and time again in the months since it had happened. It was after soccer practice and the last of the guys were drifting out of the communal showers to towel off, get dressed and head home or wherever.

That left just me and Joe in that warm, steamy space. I had noticed that Joe had been showing a little wood in the shower again that day. Joe showing some chub wasn’t unusual. But on that particular day he had been showing more than I had seen him show in the showers before. He didn’t seem to care. And neither did anyone else.

I turned away from watching the tight butts of the last few players as they left the showers and looked over toward Joe standing under the shower next to mine. He was washing his junk again. But just as I turned fully toward him, he moved his hands away and let the water cascade down to wash the heavy soap lather off. It was abundantly clear that Joe was totally boned. I mean he was as hard as I had ever been in my whole life. Just standing there facing me. The shower hitting directly on his rigid hard boner and balls. I looked up at him. He smiled at me and said, “I guess I’m just horny.”

I thought I should leave him alone with his hard dick to do whatever. As I turned to leave, he said, “What’s the matter? Are you scared to see a guy hard? It happens, dude. It just happens. No big deal.” He reached down and gave his dick a few strokes from base to tip with his right hand. I swallowed hard and my eyes locked on his dick action. As he removed his hand, his dick twitched a couple of times. Like it wanted more. I tried to see if there was pre-cum at the tip, but the water made it hard to be sure.

I’d seen a porno recently where two guys were in a shower and one of them was hard, the other was just semi. The semi guy turned and wrapped his hand around the hard guy’s boner and led him out of the showers to … well … to do what guys do, I guess. I started to get hard too and decided I better leave before things went too far and I embarrassed myself by showing the big fag that I really was.

Anyway, that porno was what I was thinking about as I started to leave the shower and Joe and his boner behind. I could think about taking him by the cock and leading him off for some serious sex. I knew in reality it would never happen. Not for me. Not with Joe. But the idea was clear in my mind.

Then without thinking, I turned back toward Joe and said just loud enough for him to hear but no one else, “You look good with a boner but I’ve got to get going. You might want to lose the boner before you walk into the locker room.“

I worried for weeks what he thought of that comment. I wondered if he remembered that day as clearly as I did. And was I missing something like had he tried to send me a message that day?

Again as I waited for him to text me again that night, I thought about it again, arguing back and forth in my mind if he had or hadn’t been signaling me a secret message. I decided that too many times since then he’d made a point of talking about girls and what he’d done or tried to do or wanted to do to them. Never hinted he was into guys. And besides, the porno I had seen him jacking off to in his room was hetero. Maybe with a twist, but still hetero.

Thinking about Joe’s shower boner and then his boner earlier today and all the cum we’d spilled … Fuck! It had me hard again. I hadn’t expected to get so turned on because I had already cum so much earlier in the day. But my mind was fixated on Joe’s cock. 6.5 to 7 inches long with compact but nice sized balls. His cock was kinda skinny and very pale as It rose up straight with an oversized cockhead. With a deep purple head when he was way hard. It was beautiful to me. It made my mouth water.

And as I thought about Joe that evening, I found the words to that Ed Sheeran song going through my mind ...

Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your body

With that music looping through my twisted brain, I finally drifter off to sleep.

About midnight, that alarm-like ding from my phone.

“Don’t worry. Im on for tomorrow. Everything will be OK.”

I didn't answer him. Instead I imagined him cuddled spoon-style behind me, his hard straight dick snug between my ass cheeks. The next thing I knew, my alarm clock was buzzing.

As I headed for my morning shower, I wondered what surprises this day would bring with it.

To Be Continued …

 

[sheep]

I'm having a hard time reading this ...

 

[hardreader]

What makes it so “hard” for you?

 

[sheep]

Your writing, sir!

 

[DonQuixote]

I'm having no difficulty READING at all.
May need to rearrange a package but, hey.

That's what I call a sweet, was it wet or did he drain the snake enough before falling off to sleep, dream.

Everything will be OK - BETTER than your wildest dreams.

We want film. Fuck that. We want to BE there with you when it happens!

 

[hardreader]

sheep, DonQuixote, Autolycus, Kyanimal, Rickrock and hornyallthetime -- Thanks for your enthusiastic support for this story. I wish more guys would take a second to comment, because I can see from the views more guys than just you are checking in on how Joe and Jess are cumming along.

I am working on the Chapter 5, which will have significant developments and sex before it's over. I am enjoying writing this story. I haven't written that much that relied almost entirely on my imagination, mixed with some memories from my personal and sordid past experiences. I don't expect You're Never Alone to run for more than about 10 - 12 chapters total. That should be enough time to see if these two guys are going to make it or not. The fun part of all this is for me is that I don't know how it turns out.

But then when I started writing I Thought I Knew, I guess I didn't know how that would end.

Anyway, mostly I wanted to thanks to you all. Most of you have been with me since the earliest days of I Thought I Knew. I'll trust you to stay with this tale through to its end.

Stay happy. And stay hard!

-- H.R.

 

[hardreader]

Your Never Alone
By HardReader

Chapter 5
Part I
From Joe's Viewpoint​

That Sunday afternoon I had time to think without distraction or further temptation after Jeff had left. Once he wan’t right there with me in my room, I was able to think more clearly about what I should have said to him and what and what I still could tell him.

I was almost ready to tell him I was gay just before he left. But when I had time to think about it, I knew that wasn’t really true either. To be honest, I’d been thinking for the past year or so that I might be bi or at least bi-curious. That’s what guys seemed to call it. After all, I’d never had sex of any kind with another guy. Well, not before Jeff had caught me off guard.

I had dated two girls who each had finally agreed with a little sweet talking from me to rub my cock through my pants. But neither of them wanted to see or touch my naked cock and they wouldn’t even rub ithrough my pants till I came. They both used the same word to describe that: “Gross!”

And another had given me a hand job. Her hand directly on my hard cock was the best sensation I had ever felt. I would have loved to have her jack me off a couple of times every day. I came so fast, I hadn’t been able to warn her other than to groan, “Oh, fuck!” Just before I blew my load. She said I came too much and a lot of it had gotten on her clothes and she didn’t want to do it again. Fucking girls!

I knew I liked having someone else jacking my meat. It felt so much better than doing it myself, even if none of those stupid girls didn’t seem to know what they were doing.

But after all that I had experienced earlier that day with Jeff, nothing came even close. If that one bitch thought I came a lot, she should have seen how much I came with Jeff. I was like a cum geyser for him. I shot load after load so hard and so far and then cum continued to flow from my cock and run down over my fingers. I was still full fucking hard when a minute or so later I was hugging him and rubbing my cock against his. The feel of that had been mind twisting. I had thought little else since.

So my thought was to tell Jeff I was “bi-curious” and that I thought it could be good for both of us to explore our sexual interests together. Kind of like a team project.

Then I realized I didn’t really know if Jeff had ever done any sex stuff with either guys or girls. He’d never really talked about it one way or the other, except for yesterday when he told me about the mirror and me and like jacking me off in front of it or something. It just sounded like fantasy or something to me, but I don’t think I really understood it, or maybe he said it wrong.

I wanted to talk to him about all of this and see if we couldn’t work something out where we were like still best friends, but as guys say “with benefits.” I’d had my first real taste of what benefits could be like with him yesterday and I wanted to try it again.

I was so sure that this was going to be great that I’d texted Jeff so I could tell him what I was thinking. But he wanted to wait and talk after school tomorrow. So I drove to his house before school the next morning and parked like I had a few times in the past. Students couldn’t park at school, so this way after school my car would be convenient so we could go somewhere to talk and maybe … at least I hoped more than just talk.

I got to his house early enough that we could talk a little before school. He was just finishing a breakfast bar. As soon as he let me in, he grabbed his backpack and a bottled water out of the fridge and we headed out.

Neither of us said a word to each other until we got to the sidewalk. I looked over at him and said, “Jeff.” No response. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t acknowledge that he had even heard me.

I waited a moment and looked over at him again. He didn’t look mad. He just looked blank and staring straight ahead as we walked. I tried again, “Jeff, What I wanted to tell you was …”

He cut me off saying, “I told you we could talk about this after school. We’ll have plenty of time to talk then.”

“But I …” I tried to explain only to have him cut me off again.

He stopped walking and turned to face me. I stopped too, afraid I had already screwed things up.

“Look, I know this is hard for you too, no pun intended, but it’s very hard for me. Whatever we have to say to each other, I want to wait until we are alone and can have some time and space for it. I don’t want to bumble through school all day trying to think through whatever it is you have to say. So, please, keep it to yourself until later. This is hard enough as it is.”

For the rest of the day, we pretty much tried to avoid each other. I tried not to think about it during class, but I wasn’t too successful. I found myself replaying yesterday’s unbelievable events during classes and trying to hide the boner it gave me on several occasions.

As the day dragged on, I realized Jeff was probably right about waiting. No matter what he had to say or I was able to say, it would have been almost impossible to get through the entire day trying not to figure it out. And so, just as Jeff wanted, we waited.

After school we met up out front. There were kids all around us and so we couldn’t really even try to talk. “Just wait,” he said in a friendlier voice than he had used that morning. “We can go out to Heather Hills and nobody will be around to bother us.”

Heather Hills — better known as just The Hills — was the site where a new subdivision was being developed. It had streets and stuff, but no houses yet. Just lots for sale. So a lot of kids used it as a place to go make out, but that was mostly after dark kind of stuff. So we walked in silence to my car and stayed mostly silent all the way to The Hills. When we pulled in, it was obvious that we had the place to ourselves.

I parked the car and turned in my seat as best I could to face Jeff. He turned to face me too and then said in a very gentle and friendly tone. “Now, Joe, why don’t you tell me what you wanted to talk about.”

I gathered my thoughts one last time and jumped right in. “You know you caught me totally by surprise yesterday and so much happened before I even realized what was going on. And we never really talked about it at all.” Jeff nodded his agreement. He was clearly listening quite intently.

“When you told me you were gay, it sort of freaked me out.” I said. And all that stuff like us cumming on your mirror and stuff. That all came as a complete surprise.”

“I know,” he said. I hadn’t planned for any of that to happen or anything, but when it started … I mean when I saw you so hard … I mean with your hand all over your long dick … and then you shot so much cum and some of it even landed on my leg … on my jeans … it just started to turn so many of my fantasies into real life … I don’t even know how or why you were holding me … naked like you were and … naked and your hard dick was pressing against mine in my pants and I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.”

No need to be sorry. This is like something we should have talked about a long time ago. I’ve been thinking for the past year or so that maybe I’m like bi or maybe more bi-curious. I’ve never done anything with a guy and not that much with girls. Well, I guess I told you about them. …”

“Wait! … Stop. … just a minute!” Jeff seemed flustered but I didn’t know why. At first I thought it was something about the girls, but then he started talking again.

“Did you say you were bi?” Jeff asked.

“I think maybe. Sort of. Yeah.”

“So was what happened yesterday … “ He seemed to struggle for the words. “… a good thing. I mean, were you OK with it? Like … you’re not mad or disgusted or … I don’t know?”

I was pretty hard right then. I had started getting hard as soon as he started talking about what had happened the day before. “You talking about what we did yesterday , well, it’s got me hard just talking and thinking about it.” I made a point of looking down at my throbbing cock pressing against my jeans. It’s outline was very clear. I knew he was looking at it too and knowing that he was looking at my hard cock and that I was hard because of him and what we done … that only made me harder.

I looked down at his lap and could tell immediately Jeff was hard just like me. And that just made still harder. How the fuck hard could I get?

“So we both like the same things?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows and giving me a strange little smile.

“I guess we do,” I said and smiled back.

We both just sat there smiling at each other. I know I was enjoying being so totally boned and feeling like I was in a way sharing it with Jess. It was better than showing hard to him in the shower because we both were hard and we both knew we hard for each other. That was something fucking special I’d never even thought about.

And then Jeff leaned toward. His smile getting closer to mine. He paused with is face not a foot from mine. “Can I touch it?” he asked. “Can I feel your hard dick.”

I just nodded yes and almost immediately felt his open hand moving all over it. The sensation of his touching me was electrical even through my jeans. Without asking, I moved my hand to copy doing to Jeff’s cock exactly what he was doing to mine. Rubbing gently. Squeezing firm but gently. Feeling his long cock from top to bottom, feeling its warmth and how it reacted to my touch. It was so alive. We even explored each other’s nuts.

After a little while of just enjoying each other this way, he whispered. “You’re leaking.” from only inches away.

“You are too,” I told him and made a point of rubbing my index finger over the damp spot that was growing wetter by the minute.

This quiet gentle moment was the most wonderful of my life. I felt so close to Jeff. So connected to him. I didn’t want this to stop. Not now. Not ever.

I heard a quiet little humming sound start to vibrate from inside Jeff. Almost like a cat purring. It told me so much about what he was feeling. Safety. Warmth. Connection. Pleasure. And, if he felt like me, lust too!

I wanted to make that sound Jeff was making, but I didn’t really know how.

As I looked into Jeff’s eyes, I felt like I could see him in his entirety. Naked. Totally aroused. Totally focus on us. Our throbbing cocks. Our newly found connectedness, As into the moment and into me as I was into him.

I sensed his face slowly moving closer to mine, which seemed so good and natural, but when his lips touched mine and I felt their soft warmth, I recoiled. I couldn’t do that. Not kiss him. He was a guy and kissing another guy was … I felt so totally confused … I felt attracted and repelled all at the same time. I didn’t want this moment to end, but I couldn’t kiss a guy. Not even Jeff. Not even now.

Jeff pulled away from me and I felt his hand leaving my leaking hard cock, which continued to throb and jerk and twitch from missing that first real meaningful contact with someone who felt as I felt.

I was so confused and I could tell from the look on Jeff’s face that he was too.

To Be Continued …

 

[blublud]

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Can't wait for more.

 

[sheep]

Was the humming sound Jeff's phone on vibrate?

 

[DonQuixote]

They say kissing is the most intimate act and the one hookers hold back on - suck cock, sure; open up to be fucked either vaginally or anally, not a problem. Just don't ask me to kiss you.

It's a barrier to be overcome, but when it is - it will be worth the angst...

Thanks!

 

[Rickrock]

Great chapter.

 

[Kyanimal]

I sensed his face slowly moving closer to mine, which seemed so good and natural, but when his lips touched mine and I felt their soft warmth, I recoiled. I couldn’t do that. Not kiss him. He was a guy and kissing another guy was … I felt so totally confused … I felt attracted and repelled all at the same time. I didn’t want this moment to end, but I couldn’t kiss a guy. Not even Jeff. Not even now.

ARGH! Ingrained, "Educated", Social Mores/Expectations. So Natural ... Yet ...

How many of us have experienced a moment like that, and have been convinced to go against our most Intimate feelings?

I'm liking the way you're writing this, HR!

Bless You, Friend!
Chaz

 

[Autolycus]

The way you describe this blossoming relationship is amazing - hesitation, anticipation and slowly evolving gratification. We need more!