Lessons in Love 1
He never really had to do much of anything to arouse me. The simplest gesture or sly smile and I would fall into a lustful trance. His name was Greg and he was my tutor for algebra class. That was the one class that I never understood. If you ask me, numbers are for math, letters are for English, and the two should never cross paths! Who invented this torturous thing called algebra anyway? I always imagined some asshole geek without a date on a Saturday night, sitting at home and trying to come up with a way to find out what time two trains are going to meet at what time in Nebraska! I don't really like math much, can you tell?
Anyway, my name is Adam. I'm only 14, but I'll be fifteen in just a month or so. I guess I was one of the lucky kids to be born with good looks...hehehe...and a sense of modesty. I've got blond hair that is never less than perfect. I guess bad hair days don't run in my family. Just my luck, I'll go bald by the time I'm 20. I used to be extremely skinny, but I've bulked up a little since I got a hold of the internet. Still flimsy though. I try to exercise whenever I can, but if it comes between push ups and Cartoon Network...the TV seems to always win. I've got green eyes that girls swoon over and even when they think I don't notice, causes them to think of deviant activities. Once again, my sense of modesty shines through. But Greg...I've had a crush on him since the first day I saw him in the hallway. I was lost and tapped him on the shoulder to ask him for directions. When those dark brown locks whipped around and I saw his deep brown eyes staring back at me, through me, I knew I was gonna love high school.
Greg is a senior, one of those guys who's just looking for a way out of that place by any means necessary. He was one of the popular kids, always surrounded by a ton of his friends. He was fun, he was loud, even obnoxious sometimes, but for some reason, I just couldn't get him out of my head. Most of the time, he treated me like shit, calling me dummy and 'Poindexter'. He was joking, or at least I had hoped he was, but it never really mattered to me one way or the other. I was falling for him anyway. Which was strange because we had absolutely nothing in common. He liked sports and cars, I liked comic books and video games. He was outgoing and wild, and I was shy and reserved. And the worst part was that he was obviously straight, and I....well, I was not. But damn this heart of mine, I couldn't help but stare at him, wondering what it would be like if he could just be mine. Just for a few hours, that's all I wanted. I pictured the two of us in every sexual position imaginable. If he called out my name, I thought of sex. If he touched my arm, I thought of sex. If he smacked me on the back of the head and told me to stop daydreaming, I thought of rough sex. It was....an odd arrangement we had going.
He would come over to my house every other day after school for an hour of tutoring. Not so much to make things easier for me, but because he had a thing for my sister, Gretchen. Once she walked into the room, the whole session stopped, and Greg and Adam's time became Greg and Gretchen's time. Sometimes it really hurt, but I couldn't stay mad at him for more than a few minutes before my eyes glazed over and I was head over heels for him again. Whoever said love was blind was a master of understatements.
But things changed one Friday afternoon, when Gretchen actually gave him a second look and agreed to meet him at his house one day. I couldn't have hated her more than I did that afternoon! It was the first time Greg was ever really happy when we were together. He was even nice to me for a change. It made me experience a combination of burning hatred and gut wrenching heartbreak that almost sent me off in a fit of tears. Not only was my sister going to go to his house to do God knows what while his parents were still at work...but they were going to basically rub my face in it by making me watch! Greg told me that he wanted me to come over to his house too, just in case his mom came home early and asked him why he wasn't tutoring me like he was supposed to. I guess he had listened to the 'you need to be responsible' lecture a billion times and wanted to avoid living through it again. As disgusted and hurt as I was with the whole idea, there was just no resisting him. How could I be so stupid? How much pain was I gonna take before my heart just shriveled up and refused to ever work again? I wanted to be strong, I wanted to tell Greg to go fuck himself and never think about him ever again. But...his eyes wouldn't let go of my soul. No matter what he did or how bad he hurt me, I would still do anything to make him happy. Am I a loser or what?
So the date was set, and I hopped on a bus with my sister to go and visit Greg at home. I had never been there, he never invited ME to his house. But for some reason, my ditzy blond sister was going to get the chance to hold...and touch...and caress...the guy that I know was meant for me. My sis asked what my problem was and why I was being so quiet, but I told her it was nothing. Either she believed me, or she just didn't care, because she didn't seem to push the issue. To be totally honest, I didn't say much because I was sure she'd be able to hear my voice choke and crack while I tried to keep from balling my eyes out at such a terrible situation. I just pouted and sulked for the entire trip until we got to Greg's house.
He answered the door, freshly showered and smelling great. He never dressed up for ME. I don't get it, what's wrong with me? Oh yeah, I remember...I'm a guy. I wish I could take it back, I wish I could be the big breasted cheerleader my sister is so I could at least have a chance of getting his attention. As he invited us in, I was overcome with the super depressing thought that even the ugliest, meanest, fattest, most unattractive girl in the whole damn school, hell maybe even the world, would have a better chance at getting in Greg's pants than I did. Simply because she was a girl. I never felt so low.
Greg basically sat me at the kitchen table like a little kid and threw a Coke at me before he and my sister took off to make out in his room. I remember hearing the door to his bedroom close and feeling a stray tear roll down my cheek. I couldn't help it. Why? Why does love have to hurt so much? It had been five minutes, and I was certain that they were tongue wrestling something awful by then. I could just imagine the things they were doing in that room, legs wrapped around each other, kissing, their hands running over each other's bodies without any shame at all. God it hurt! I was breathing in short gasps and sobs as I fought desperately to hold back my tears. I heard a soft moan come from the bedroom, and I literally felt my heart drop down into my stomach, making me sick. I pounded my fist lightly on the table, trying to lose some of this pain, some of this frustration. Dammit! It should be ME in there! How can I be wrong about something that felt so right? I saw the coke can in front of me get blurry as my eyes filled with water and I had to wipe them clean. It was probably the worst moment of my entire life up until that point. I thought my heart would burst and I was trying so hard to hold it back that my head ached and my cheeks burned. This was killing me.
Just then, I heard light footsteps coming towards the kitchen, like someone in socked feet, and I straightened up right away. I wiped my eyes and hid my face, so whoever it was wouldn't see me crying.
"Oh...hello. I didn't think anybody else was here." Came a voice from behind me. It was a boy's voice, still kind of high, but with that sensual rasp to it that signaled the inevevitable 'change'.
I didn't say anything, but he spoke again as he walked around me and opened the fridge. "So, are you here to see my brother for his tutoring session? If you ask me, I think it's cancelled. He's got one of his little sluts in the bedroom there." He joked. I never looked him in the face, but I could hear the smile in his voice. I heard him down at the table and pop open a soda.
Trying not to let on that I was so upset, I tried to hide the hurt in my voice. "That's my sister, Gretchen in there."
There was a moment of silence, and then the voice said, "Look man, I'm sorry. I was just fooling around, I didn't mean that she was..a...you know.."
"That's alright. She is a slut." I said. Hearing myself say it, I had to giggle a little myself. It still hurt a lot inside, but it gave me a moment's peace to share my pain with somebody. I heard him laugh a cute little laugh and decided that I could at least be polite and make eye contact.
"Hi..." He stopped when he saw my face, like he was stuck for words for a second or two before finishing his sentence. "...I...I'm Casey."
I looked him over, and he was absolutely magnificent. He was like a smaller, younger, cuter version of Greg. And when I say he was cute, I mean mouthwatering at the least. Looking at him for that first time softened my eyes and caused a state of confusion that I had never experienced before. He was slim, a little smaller than me, and about my height give or take an inch. I assumed he was 14 too, but he had a babyface that suggested age 10. He had the coolest light olive complexion and the softest features I had ever seen. A small nose, thin pink lips, and smooth cheeks without a trace of hair anywhere, not even a slight dusting of peach fuzz. He had Greg's awesome eyes, but for some reason they looked much more beautiful on Casey. They were big dark brown pools that stared at me with childlike innocence. He smiled and showed me a set of pearly white teeth while extending his hand to meet mine. "Hi...oh..I'm..uh...I'm Adam." I shook his hand, and the electricity that shot through me almost made me lose consciousness. I felt the cool velvet skin of his hand in mine and suddenly felt a stirring in my stomach that made me draw my hand back rather quickly.
"How come you're sitting out here by yourself?"
"Greg told me I had to stay. Just in case your mom came home early or something." I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had to know that I was instantly attracted to him, because I could feel myself being sucked into those baby brown eyes and knew that I must've been staring at him awfully hard.
"What a jerk. You don't have to do that if you don't want to. We've got a TV downstairs if you want to watch it."
"I'd like that. Thanks."
Casey led me downstairs and turned on the TV. He handed me the remote and said he didn't know what the channels were. I thought that was kind of strange and asked why.
"My mom doesn't let me watch a lot of TV. She says it ruins your brain or something. She's got to keep her little boy pure in the head, you know." God he was cute. I had dreamt about Greg everyday for almost six months, but there was something special about Casey. Not only did I want to make him happy, but he actually made ME feel happy too. When I looked at him, I felt something altogether different. Something better. Whenever I had contact with Greg, I was always consumed with feelings of sex, or touching, or making out. But when Casey talked to me, I didn't think of anything at all. I just sort of stared at him and felt the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I would watch his eyes blink, his lips move, his soft hands motion, his dark brown hair was the only thing locked into place, cut in a preppy wavy style. We talked for at least a half an hour, and he was just so cool. After I calmed down and got to know him a little better, I was able to come up with some arousing images to dream about. But even those were different. They weren't sex crazy thoughts of the two of us fucking madly in bed like with Greg, these were just of me and Casey holding hands, or just hanging out together, the times we could spend between the sex fests. For some reason, that was enough to stimulate every sense that I had. To think, I had been falling all over myself for Greg the past six months and calling it love, but once I met Casey, I realized that I didn't even know the meaning of the word.
We must have been down there for a long time with the TV on, but we weren't really paying it any attention. I found out that Casey was somewhat of a whiz kid himself. He skipped a grade ahead of me at 14 and was going to another school across town for advanced studies. I also found out that his parents were really big on education, REALLY big! As cool as Casey was, I felt bad for him a little bit. I mean, his parents never seemed to let the poor kid have any fun!
"So you just don't ever get to watch TV at all?" I asked.
"Not much, no. They say it ruins your creativity."
"What about video games?"
"Nope. Don't have any. My parents only buy me board games and puzzle books. I played a Nintendo 64 at Best Buy a couple of times though."
"Any comic books?"
"I've got one Spiderman and one X-men that my grampa bought me when I was sick. I hide it under the mattress so my mom won't see it and take it away. But they're both pretty old."
"That sucks! So what do you do for fun?"
"I sit on the couch and talk about how much fun I'm NOT having!" He said with a smile. Seeing his sweet lips curl up into a grin made my heart jump. I blushed and looked down at the floor.
"Sorry. I am being a bit of an asshole, aren't I?"
"No...not really. I guess I just never really got exposed to that stuff, so I never felt like I was missing out."
I guess it must have just bee a friendly gesture on my part, something subconscious that just made me say it without thinking about it, but it came out anyway, "Well, one of these days you and me will have to hang out and we'll have some real fun."
He looked up at me, as if he took a double meaning to what I said, and I could have sworn I saw him start to blush himself. Then he turned around and started fiddling nervously with some papers on the coffee table, trying to hide his face from me. "I'd like that, Adam. That would be cool." There was a long uncomfortable silence before we said anything else. We just kept looking at each other and then looking away, snickering to ourselves. Then finally he said, "Say, you know if you need help with your algebra homework, I can help you out. I mean, you might as well get something out of today's session besides watching my brother put the moves on your sister."
My sister? I had forgotten all about them. Weird, I guess that once Casey took my mind off of it, it didn't hurt so much anymore. I agreed and brought my books downstairs to study. Casey went over the lesson with me page by page and for once, the damn thing actually made sense to me. The whole session seemed to go so much smoother without me trying extra hard to get Greg's attention, or without him smacking me and calling me stupid. Casey took his time, and made sure that I got everything down before pushing me to move on. He explained everything very carefully and for some reason I was just able to absorb it all this time. And that was with certain 'distractions' involved. Like when he would reach in front of me to turn the page, and his arm would rub lightly against mine. Or when he looked at my formula on my scrap paper by leaning over close to me. Sometimes he would get much closer than necessary, and I would almost fall over. He would lean in to where our cheeks were almost touching. His dark brown hair fell just slightly into his eyes and his flawless face would be inches in front of me. I wanted to just reach out and kiss him, or touch him, or just press his head to my face and take a giant whiff of his hair. The feeling was so wonderful. So much stronger and more specific than anything I had ever felt before. Casey's voice was so sexy that you could literally feel the tingle when he spoke to you. It would occasionally get some extra rasp in it, and he'd have to clear his throat to correct it. Ohhh...he was soooo hot.
Every minute that I spent down in that basement, I fell deeper and deeper in love with that kid until I was almost ready to hold him down and bury my tongue in his throat. My thoughts switched back and forth now, from the sweet and innocent, to the sexual savagery of the teenaged mind! My mind was doing flips and my heart was trying hard to keep up. That's when he looked back at me to see me staring at him. He didn't say anything and neither did I, we just felt that 'certain something' pass between us, and somehow I knew that there would never be anyone that I loved more. We held the gaze only for a few seconds, but to me it seemed like an eternity. We could practically taste a kiss coming on, but we were both too scared to move forward with it. The magnetism was incredible, and it was almost impossible to fight it. I made up my mind and figured that I should just go for it, so I started to lean in ever so slowly, and it looked like Casey was coming to meet me half way. Then, all of the sudden, Greg and Gretchen came into the basement and broke up our little moment in time. I shook it off and realized how hard I was breathing, how hard my heart was beating. I was so close!
Gretchen and Greg were a little disheveled from their activities, with messy hair and goofy grins all around. I'm thinking they got to at least second base if not third. "I thought I told you to wait upstairs squirt." Greg said in his usual 'I'm annoyed with you' tone of voice. When I walked into this house, I really thought I loved the guy, but now he was a total joke to me. I looked at him and remembered all the grief he had brought me. And finally, for the first time this school year...he didn't seem worth it. Then I thought about how Casey had come into the kitchen to comfort me, how he was nice to me and treated me like he actually wanted me around, how he took his time to explain my homework to me instead of rushing through it and making me feel like an idiot. Casey definitely had a place in my heart forever. I didn't even answer Greg, I just asked my sister if she was ready to go. Then we walked up to the front door.
"It was nice meeting you Adam. Maybe I'll see you around, man. To have some fun like you said." Casey called out. It raised my spirits and I waved back at him before going outside. Greg, pretending to be some kind of gentleman, said he'd walk us back to the bus stop. We were half way there when I realized that I had left my book in the basement. I told them that I had to go back and Gretchen said if I didn't catch the bus, she would leave without me. Greg, just kind of dismissed me and said that Casey would let me in. Ah the hell with the both of them!
I walked back to the house and was surprised to find the door open a crack. Greg must have forgotten to shut it tight. So I walked in and went downstairs to get my book. When I reached the bottom step, I saw Casey sitting on the couch, kissing the back of his hand with his eyes closed. Was he...practicing? I just kind of stood there and watched him kiss and lick his hand sensuously for a moment before he noticed me.
"Adam! Dude...I was...I was just...um...you left your book here, didn't you?" Casey said, changing the subject. He had the cutest look of terror on his face. He ran over and grabbed the book, handing it to me. There we stood, in the basement alone, no one to stop us, no one to see us. I couldn't let this opportunity go, this could be it. He could be the one!
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"....If..I mean..I think you're...really..." I didn't know where to start. And if I had started, I wouldn't know where to stop. Casey looked like he was dying to hear the words, but I chickened out and just grabbed my book. I walked towards the stairs. "Well...I've gotta catch the bus."
"Oh...okay." He said, disappointed.
"Well....bye."
"See ya." Casey said. He was looking at me with worried eyes, and it turned me on even more. He walked over closer to me and shook my hand again. "If you ever need help with your homework...you know..."
"Yeah, I'll definitely come see you Casey." Then it happened again, that connection, that instant lock that neither one of us could walk away from. We held hands on those steps for a quick moment before I walked a few steps away from him. I turned around and walked back down, but chickened out again and walked away again. Then, without warning, I turned around and practically ran back to Casey, planting a strong and passionate kiss on his lips. I felt his lithe body melt in my arms and he just relaxed, letting his instincts take over. I felt his arms wrap around me gently and he returned the kiss with a deep sigh. My head was floating in the clouds, my knees almost buckled, and my mouth went dry. It felt so good to be loved by such an adorable angel. It's awesome to be in love with someone, but to have that someone feel the same way is indescribable. We broke our lip lock, and took a few steps back from each other, almost fainting from the draining aftermath of our kiss. A smile broke out on both of our faces and we giggled nervously at one another.
"Bye Casey."
"Bye Adam."
"Bye..."
"Bye..."
"I'll, uh, see you tomorrow...?"
"Cool. I'll be here."
"Bye..."
We traded a few more goodbyes before I finally made it out of the basement. My heart was so full that it ran over with love filling my entire body with new energy. He liked me! He really liked me! I felt dizzy, weak, and I couldn't have stopped smiling if I wanted to. I almost had a sudden urge to skip the rest of the way to the bus stop! I wanted to run, jump, and scream Casey's name all over town! Anything to release this immense energy that had hit me all of the sudden! I just didn't know what to do with myself!
The next day I floated though the hallways, my mind floating randomly from one thought to another, all of them involving Casey. It was like one 24 hour daydream, a misty haze that made me smile and giggle all day long. I even found myself humming old love songs that I hadn't heard in years. I don't think I've ever been so happy. As I sat in my last period class, I found myself getting extremely impatient, watching the clock tick mercilessly slow as I waited for my freedom. My time to go back and see Casey again! It had only been a kiss, just one kiss, but it opened the heavens wide and gave me the answers to every question I could ever possibly ask. I was filled with an anticipation that rivaled anything that I have ever known. I was tapping my pencil on the desk, checking my watch every fifteen seconds, twirling my hair, patting my feet...I was less wound up waiting for Christmas. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the bell rang and I bolted out of that classroom at the speed of light. I hopped on the very first bus and impatiently rode it back to Casey's house.
My arms and legs felt weak and shaky as I walked up and rang the doorbell, and it seemed like forever before anybody answered. Casey came to the door and opened it quickly, a gorgeous smile decorating his adorable face. He was even cuter than I remember. He dragged me into the house and told me to be really quiet. I heard Greg shout something downstairs, "Who is it Casey? Is it Gretchen?"
"No, just the mailman dude." He shouted back up. "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back at five."
Then Casey slammed the front door, giggled, and pulled me upstairs without explaining exactly what was going on. We heard the shower running, and after making sure the coast was clear, Casey pulled me into Greg's room and pushed me in a closet. Casey joined me and shut the door behind us. We could look out through a small crack in the door and see Greg's clothes fancily laid out on the bed.
"What's going on?" I whispered.
"Shhhh...just watch." Casey whispered back. The closet was pretty small, and being so close to Casey in this dark confined space excited me beyond belief. I could smell the clean scent of him, feel his presence next to me, hear his soft breathing as it filled the closet. The feeling was enough to make me shiver with anticipation. Then, the door to Greg's room opened and Greg walked in completely NAKED! I was speechless! All these months, I have been dreaming and hoping I would live to see my favorite boy toy naked, and now I had him here right in front of me. Greg strutted in, his beautiful 17 year old cock swaying back and forth gracefully, covered with a healthy dark brown bush. I could faintly hear Casey giggling at my astonishment and I was suddenly scared that he might give us away. Greg got dressed right in front of us, and then he went back into the other room.
"Wow."
"I thought you might like that." Casey whispered. He was facing me now and I could feel his light and delicate breath touch my face with every word he spoke. I still couldn't see his face, but I could tell that he was staring at me, and I had hoped that he was thinking what I was thinking. "We should stay here until he leaves the house. If he catches us here, he'll pulverize both of us." He said.
"Yeah...o-o-okay." I said. I swore that I could hear my heart beating, and I was shaking so much that it was hard for me to stand still. Suddenly, the closet got really quiet. We just stood there, facing each other in the dark, with our quick, but quiet, breathing breaking the total silence of the tiny space.
"You know...I really liked what happened yesterday." Casey's voice was so quiet, that I could barely hear him, even for as close as he was. I could hear a slight rattle in his voice, like he was terrified of me. I could understand, the feeling was mutual.
"Me too." I whispered back. Another long silence followed, and then I could feel him getting closer to me. He laid his chin on my shoulder and hugged me tight, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing me lovingly. I returned the hug and we stayed like that for a while. Just two lovely teen boys, hugging each other in a dark closet, hidden away from anyone who might think what we were doing was wrong. We didn't do anything else, but I could feel Casey trembling in my arms, his heart beating in time with mine. Then Casey raised his head, and our lips found each other in the darkness, meeting with the smallest amount of pressure. Never have I tasted anything so sweet. Our breathing got heavier and we began pushing our groins into each other as he carried me to another world with his soft lips. He was so good at this, must have been all that practice with his hand. Suddenly we heard something move in the room.
Casey broke the kiss, "Wait a sec." He said, and turned to look out of the small crack in the door. Greg was scrounging around looking for his keys on his bedroom floor. While Casey peeked out of the closet, I attempted to get my breath back. I leaned up against the back of the closet and just let my emotions run wild. The trembling muscles in my stomach buzzed and jumped wildly, forcing me to put my hand on Casey's shoulder, hungry for another taste of him. He heard Greg leave the room and whispered, "He's gone."
I pulled him back gently, desperate to feel his body against mine once again. Casey stood back up and put his arms around me, pulling me deep into his young frame and we continued to kiss passionately. Our tongues darted out just a little bit, timidly at first, as an experiment. Then, as we got used to the feeling, we buried ourselves in each other's mouths, licking and kissing noisily. He was grinding into me harder this time and I could feel my hard cock dueling with his, driving me crazy with a lust that only made me want to push harder. It was as if I wanted to push myself inside of him, as if we wanted to occupy the same space at the same time. It was wonderful. Casey's cock was soooo hard, and he had to hold his breath to keep from moaning out loud as we gyrated together in the dark closet. Casey moved back a little and, in the sexiest whisper I have ever heard in my life, said, "Touch it."
I couldn't move, I couldn't even think. Then Casey whispered again, "Pleeeeease..." He unzipped his pants and I reached inside. I felt his hard 5 and a half inch penis through the material of his underwear, and he gasped loudly, leaning against the other wall of the closet. I felt the cloth covered cock jump and twitch with joy as I felt it all over. There was a tiny wet spot forming at the tip, a sticky dab of teenage pre-cum. When I ran my fingers over the head, he jumped and cried out in pleasure, startling the both of us.
"Shhh...he'll hear us." I whispered.
"Sorry. Please...don't stop."
I massaged and rubbed at his privates as he squirmed with delight. His breathing was coming out in short hard puffs, and his hips were pushing into my hand hard. He had to catch himself to keep from falling to the floor. Then he reached out and put his hand on the front of my pants, sending electric waves throughout my entire body. I leaned forward and started kissing him on the neck, tickling and exciting him at the same time. "Oh God...Adam....mmmmm..." Casey's moaning and soft whispers threatened to push me over the edge. Thank goodness we heard the door shut downstairs. Casey leaned in close to my ear, sucking the ear lobe tenderly for a second before saying, "Greg's gone. Let's go to my room. I want to see you."
He didn't have to say another word! He guided me to his room softly by the hand and shut and locked the door. We took a moment to see each other in the afternoon sunlight for a second, then the irresistible attraction between us brought us together in another warm embrace. Casey's kisses moved down to my neck and gently pushed me back on his bed. I was so helpless against his soft advances, he felt so good to me. I snaked my arms around his slim body as I felt his feather light weight press down on me. He climbed on top of me, and I spread my legs wide to accept him. His cock and mine were rubbing against each other hard and it was impossible to keep from moaning. "Casey...you feel so good." Casey moaned a reply, and I reached down to grab his tight butt cheeks and pull him deeper into me. This made Casey whimper in a high pitched voice and both of his hands found their way to my hair, ruffling and tangling every strand as he ran his fingers through it. I held on to his globes and squeezed them gently as he ground himself into me over and over again. I couldn't take any more of this maddening foreplay! I had to touch him, feel his raw flesh in my hands. I rolled him over, never stopping our breathtaking lip lock, and ran my hands under his shirt, up and down his sides, and over his strong back. Then I said, "I want to taste you."
Casey rubbed my hair lovingly and met my eyes with a lustful teenage gaze that melted my heart. I slowly moved down to his crotch while he lifted his hips to take his pants off. There it was, the most beautiful penis I could have ever dreamed of. Not too fat, not too thin, not too long, not too short, an crowned with a perfectly circumcised head. He had the slightest tan line on his smooth olive thighs, and he had a light dusting of pubic hair at the base, the softest, silken hair I'd ever felt. Before taking the plunge, I played in his soft hairs, twirling and picking at them with my fingertips. Then I held his small round testicles, lifting them up as though I was weighing them, rolling them between my fingertips while he gasped and moaned above me. Then, unable to fight my desires any longer, I took the head of his beautiful meat in my mouth. I heard Casey take in a deep breath the second I touched him, and then he held it for a moment before letting out a sexy teenage moan of ecstasy. His tool felt so hot in my mouth, so slick as I slid it in and out of my moist lips, making him wiggle with desire. I rubbed my hands all over his tender chest and baby smooth skin underneath his shirt. As my fingers passed over his nipples, he shivered, and the taste of pre-cum dribbled out onto my tongue, forcing me to go faster.
"...mmm...Adam?" Casey said breathlessly. "Adam?...dude...I think you better...you better pull off man." I heard him, but he tasted so good, so sweet, I couldn't stop. Not now. "Adam? Baby...I'm gonna shoot...I...I can't hold it." Casey was thrashing now, and I could feel his body tightening up around me. He tried to push my head away, but I was sucking the strength from him, he couldn't stop me if he tried. He cried out in a high pitched teen scream, an octave he probably hasn't hit since he was 8 years old, and my mouth was soon filled with his warm fluids. The semen rushed out of him an he arched his back up off of the bed while pulling my head down deeper into his lap. He couldn't hardly breathe, and neither could I, but I couldn't think of any better way to die than with Casey shooting into my mouth. He came back down and I swallowed his sweet nectar. feeling it coat my throat.
I stood up at the foot of the bed to look down at the beautifully half naked body of my young lover, still spasming slightly from his intense orgasm. The sight of him was so magical that it almost brought tears to my eyes. Casey rested for a moment, then got up and crawled over to me on all fours. With me standing up, my cock was at the same level as his hot wet mouth, and he engulfed my length, forcing me to push my hips out and my stomach muscles to tighten immediately. He was moving back and forth on my stiff member, and I looked forward in a sexual daze to see his ripe ass turned up tantalizingly before me, wiggling slightly with his every movement. I was dizzy with pleasure, and had to put my hands on his slender back to steady myself. I couldn't take my eyes off of that luscious ass of his, it called out to me, the soft cheeks hypnotizing me with their swaying motion. I leaned over Casey's back, pulled his shirt up, and grabbed two handfuls of his smooth cheeks and it caused him to moan erotically around my cock, the gentle vibrations sending me over the edge. I squeezed his ass hard and pulled him into me deeper and deeper as I felt the cum travel up my cock and force its way into his mouth. I fucked his face madly while whimpering and tightening my grip on his cheeks. He moaned with every spurt of my semen and that made me even hotter. I never thought I'd stop! Finally, I let go of his tender ass and he let my softening dick slip out of his mouth.
I climbed back onto the bed and kissed Casey, our heavy breathing passing back and forth between us, our heaving chests pressed together as we hugged each other tightly. We didn't say anything, we didn't have to. Who would have thought that the worst day of my life could have turned out to be such a miraculous day for me. As Casey and I caressed and cuddled together, we knew that we were in love. We knew that we had found the other half of ourselves...the better half. And that feeling can only be known by those who have experienced it for themselves, because words just don't do it justice. See? I told him I'd show him how to have some real fun!
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