Lessons in Love 2
Have you ever noticed how time seems to always slow down to the most annoying pace in the world near the end of a school day? Sure, everything goes good up until lunch, but then every class after that gets slower...and slower............and slower. Until you're halfway through your last period class and it seems like time is not only standing still, but going backwards. This strange phenomenon has bugged me for most of my life, but it's gotten a hundred times worse since I met the love of my life a few days ago. Casey, I could never say his name without sighing to myself and feeling elevated above the rest of the world. It was a feeling that I wish everyone could know, and yet I was selfish with it, unwilling to share it with anyone else. Casey was all mine, and every thought of him that entered my mind seemed to be in slow motion, accompanied by a soundtrack that only I could hear. Even though he didn't go to my school, I knew that he was somewhere thinking about me too, and I was happy to take that piece of him with me. Aw man...I'm so goofy over him!
This was a little scary for me, I mean, I've never really been this into somebody before. I would sometimes find myself writing his name in my notebook, or smiling for no reason. I began comparing every other person in school to him, male and female, and I saw flaws in every single one of them. It was sick! I kept thinking things like "Casey's eyes are much prettier than hers." and "Casey's smile is much nicer than his." and I just couldn't stop. EVERYTHING reminded me of him...especially that day my mom packed a banana in with my lunch! I had never been more embarrassed to eat a piece of fruit in front of my friends than I was that day. I blushed through half the lunch hour. But there was just no denying it, Casey was by far the most important and most thrilling part of my life now. And nothing made me happier in this world.
I finally saw the last three minutes ticking away ever so slowly on the clock. The last three minutes...that was all I needed to wait before I could begin my journey to Casey's house. Ohhhh, why is it taking so long? It's just three minutes, 180 little seconds. I think the clock's broken anyway, must be a drain in the electrical current or something to make a clock go so slow. I tried not to stare at it, I tried to take my mind off of it by doodling in my workbook, or digging around in my pockets, but that damn clock stood it's ground, laughing at me for what seemed like an eternity. But finally, even time itself couldn't keep me from my sweetheart! The bell rang and I bolted out of that place like a bat out of hell. It felt great to be free again. And naturally, the first thing I did was hop on a bus and started off on a 20 minute ride that would take me straight to the object of my desires. As I put my money into the machine, I saw Greg in the background waving his arms and running to catch the bus. I guess I could have told the bus driver to hold on for a second but.....Greg's a big boy, he can catch the next one.
I impatiently fidgeted with my bag and twiddled my fingers as the bus slowly proceeded through the streets. I kept wishing that it would run some of those red lights, I kept wishing that the old lady in front would put a little more hustle into getting to her seat, I kept hoping that traffic would somehow split like the Red Sea and just let us go ahead of everyone else. I felt as if my heart would implode if I didn't get to my sweet lover soon. Everything was just so slow and annoying that day. Arrrgh! The closer I got, the more the anxiety gripped me and my whole body began to literally shake with anticipation. It was like meeting a date for the prom for crying out loud. But Casey was my love, my sweet love, and I couldn't possibly ask for more.
I stood up a whole four blocks before the bust came to my stop, and when it finally opened the door to let me go, I jumped out commando-style and ran for Casey's house full speed. I was so happy, so free. I rang the doorbell, and through the window I could see Casey running for the door. He was evidently as excited as I was, and yanked me inside as soon as he opened the door. "Hey!" He said, his voice was just so cute, high pitched with a spunky teen rasp to it. We stood there by the door for a few seconds, not saying a word, just speaking with our emotions and feeling them build between us. My jitters and butterflies were incredible, but not enough to stop me from reaching a shaky hand up to run my fingers through his soft dark brown hair and feel its silky texture flow through them. Casey closed his eyes and sighed sensually, turning his head slightly to kiss my wrist and hand as my fingers traveled down to feel his smooth baby soft skin, that miraculous olive tanned flesh. Knowing that I was pleasing him with my touch, I was suddenly overcome with lust, feeling my underwear tighten as my erection grew to it's full length in record time. But Casey quickly backed up and said, "Come here...I gotta show you some stuff."
I followed closely behind him as he went to his room and closed the door partially, leaving a crack so we could hear if anybody came in. Casey's room was unnaturally clean for a 'normal' teenager. Everything was in it's proper place, the floor was actually visible, the dirty clothes were actually IN the hamper...this was definitely NOT normal behavior for a 14 year old boy. "Dude, what happened to this place?"
"What?" Casey asked, the cutest look of concern on his face.
"It so clean! There's no messy floor, no dirty clothes, nothing. And...." I said, getting down on all fours, "...you didn't even hide it under the bed! You need some serious help."
"Hehehe, so? I'm not THAT bad."
"Yes you are. Okay, look, I'm gonna help you." I walked over to his dirty clothes hamper and took out three shirts from the top of the pile. Then I just closed my eyes, and one at a time I threw them over my shoulder and onto the floor. "There we go. It's just a start, but you'll get the hang of it eventually."
Casey giggled again, and he took my hand, guiding me to the computer on his desk. I sat down in the chair while he stood over me and typed in the address for Nifty. "I was reading some of these stories today and I thought you might like them. They're so cool!"
"Oh, like I don't know about the Nifty Archive! Everybody knows about this place."
"I know, I know. But there's new stuff up today."
"Say..." I said, "..how long have you been home anyway? I just got out of school and hot footed it over here, and you seem to have been here for a while already."
"My school lets out at 2:00 instead of 3:00." Casey said nonchalantly.
"What? You lucky bastard!"
"Well, I have to be there at 7:30 in the morning instead of 8:15 like you guys."
"Oh..." I replied, "So actually, instead of being jealous of you, I should really be laughing at you really hard, huh?"
Casey just grinned and turned his attention back to the screen. I looked up at him and he was leaning over me, his eyes still fixed to the screen. The fluorescent glow of the monitor reflected off of his face, and my heart skipped a beat as his natural beauty poured out of him in excess. I was suddenly stunned and watched as his hair gently fell forward into his face. I couldn't resist temptation and I reached up to bring his head down so I could kiss his cheek. "Hehehe, quit it. I'm trying to show you something." He giggled. God he was soooo adorable, I just loved to be near him, to be with him, knowing that he loved me with all his heart. Even in shy times like these.
Finally, he brought up the 'What's New' section and we checked the listings. "Cool, the new "Strawberry Boy" chapter is up, "A Trip To France" also! And "Robin: Chapter 3" is done!" I said. I think Casey was sort of surprised that I knew the stories as well as he did. I guess we both follow the same ones.
"Hey, look..."Summer Love 2" is finished too." He said.
"It's about time! Geez, I hate it when an author says there's gonna be a sequel to a cool story, and he just keeps putting it off and pushing it back like forever. Then it's like two months later, and you end up having to read the first one all over again just to remember what happened!" We both kinda laughed at the idea and decided to read through a couple of them for kicks. We only made it through the first few paragraphs of the first story before Casey was wrapping his arms around me from behind the chair. He leaned down and draped himself over my shoulders, his sweet breath blowing in my ear, his nose grazing against my cheek. At once, the room became silent, and everything else faded away as we focused our attention on each other. Casey's dark brown eyes met mine and I was hypnotized by their lovely appearance. Dark, sexy, and filled with affection and love. He broke our eye contact and disappeared from my view, his kisses finding their way to the back of my neck. Then he traveled forward and began to softly chew on my neck from the right side. My hands reached back and pulled his head deeper into me as his tongue ran circles around the soft tissue, and he moaned erotically. I closed my eyes, allowing only my sense of touch to be my guide, and leaned back far in the chair to tilt my head back and receive a mind blowing upside down kiss from my boyfriend. It was a little weird at first, but once we got our tongues involved it was amazing, a different feeling altogether. Casey's hands traveled down my chest and both began to squeeze at my groin, teasing the rock hard organ inside. My emotions ran wild and my mind was set free of its obligation...I only needed love to survive now.
I stood up and wrapped my loving arms around Casey's slim waist. My lips molded themselves to his once again, and our passion pushed us backwards towards the bed. Casey stepped on one of his shirts and then sat down on the bed, looking up at me like he was getting ready to ask me something. "What? What is it?" I asked. Casey looked down at the floor and then bit his bottom lip a little bit before looking back into my eyes. He started to blush and smile a little and I knew exactly what was on his mind. "Oh my God...you want to pick up the shirts, don't you?!?!"
Casey snickered to himself, a little embarrassed at being so clean, but it was evidently bothering him a little bit. "I'm trying not to notice...but...you know..."
"Alright already! Geez!" I said smiling, and I got up and put all the shirts back in the hamper where they 'belonged'. I had to laugh to myself about the idea of him noticing such a little thing, but once I fell in love with him, I guess I should have learned that it's the little things that count.
I walked back over to the bed, pushing my medium length blond hair out of my face and draped myself over my beautiful lover. He leaned back so slowly, he was so gentle with me. His legs spread willingly, accepting me into his soft warm body as his hands lightly massaged my back. Oh man...me and Casey could kiss for hours and never get tired of it. His lips were perfect, his breath was like candy, his scent was a sweetened fragrance of youth, and his tongue slid into my mouth so easily it was if it belonged there. I was on top of him and his body delicately pushed up into me, his young muscles rippling under me like waves of warm water. I got harder and harder, my cock feeling like it was stretching further than it ever had before, and his erection dug its way into my groin. The both of us were moaning wildly as we tried desperately to become one. His hands moved down to grab my ass and his breathing quickened. My hands moved upwards, moving through his chestnut brown locks and causing our lip lock to grow even more intense. We thought we would explode.
Suddenly we heard a rattle of keys at the front door and Greg walked into the house. I was so incredibly hot that it hurt me to stop, but Casey practically flipped me over and ran for the door to his room when he heard the noise. He shut it quietly and then walked back over to me. He whispered, "Sorry, my brother's home. Maybe he'll go out or something and we can finish." He had the sexiest, sweetest smile on his face when he said it. It was just angelic to say the least, and yet had that sense of mischief behind it. It was beyond cool.
As soon as Greg made his way into the room, he said to me, "Hey, why didn't you hold the bus, you dork? I could have been here a half hour ago!"
"Oh really? Funny, I didn't see you." I said shrugging my shoulders. It was so funny seeing the man of my dreams from before and realizing how infatuated I was with him just a week ago. Greg had filled my mind and my heart every single day, and even when he was a total jerk, like now, I loved him anyway. But at that moment, my love for Greg seemed so old, stale, like it had happened an eternity ago. He treated me like shit and it was just so easy for me to turn off my every affection for him when I met Casey. Casey was kind, and understanding, and sweet, and cute...those qualities must have skipped his brother's generation entirely. And now there was nothing there left for him at all except for a fake smile and a few words to greet him to be polite. Crushes are funny that way I guess.
Casey and I hung out a while longer to talk, and we surfed around the net some more. But it wasn't like his parents let him have too much fun stuff in his room, he didn't even really have any music or anything. That's when I got an impulsive idea. "Dude, why don't we jump on a train and go downtown?"
Casey flashed me a strange look. "What...like...now?"
"Yeah! Why not?"
"Well, I didn't exactly plan on..."
"Of course you didn't plan on it, that's the fun part. Come on, it'll be fun." I said, trying my best to convince him to get out of the house for a while. After all, all work and no play makes Casey a dull boy.
"But...what about my homework? I have to finish before I can go out."
"Ah...forget it for now, we won't be gone forever. Come on. Come on. COME ON!" Casey was grinning, perhaps thinking that I was just fooling around, but I was dead serious. So finally he caved in and put his shoes and jacket on. He seemed so excited, like he was sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night or something. And that smile gave me such an overwhelming feeling of pride and love that I couldn't help but kiss him again on the lips.
He blushed right away and looked around the corner. "Dude....my brother's home."
"So? You think he wants some of this too?" I said kissing him again and again as he playfully fought me off. You've never seen two boys more happy to be in love.
We walked downstairs and Greg was in the living room watching TV. He turned around and looked over at Casey with a look that told me that he was just as surprised to see his little brother going out as I was. "Where do you think you're going nerd boy?"
"Me...me and Adam were just...going to go downtown...or...something." Casey seemed to be trembling in front of his brother. I can't understand why, it wasn't like we were going out to rob banks or anything, he was just having a little fun for once. It's hardly a crime for kids like us.
"Really? Well you know, mom and dad are gonna kill you if they find out that you went outside before finishing your homework. It would be a shame if they found out somehow." Greg said. It's nice to know that he was just an asshole in general and not just to me.
Suddenly, I saw a spark of assertiveness in Casey and he proudly said, "Yeah, and it would be a shame if dad were to find out that you had a girl over, in the house with no parental supervision, in your BEDROOM, the other day while you were supposed to be giving a tutoring session. Wouldn't it?" I saw the look on Greg's face change, and Casey knew that I'd be happy to back him up on my sister's activities the other day. Casey graciously opened the door for me and we walked out.
"Bye Greg!" I shouted out happily, glad to have given him the cold shoulder for a change. I knew we were outside, but that awesome look of triumph on Casey's face almost drew me in for yet another kiss. I think he was experiencing a lot of first times this week. We hopped the train downtown and he was like a kid in a candy store. He was all over the place, touching things, absorbing every detail around him, and he was chatting away non stop. The whole downtown area might as well have been Disney World to him, and the thought that I brought him to it made me feel so alive. We went to a giant toy store and had a blast. I don't honestly think he's every really had toys that were just for fun before without them serving some educational purpose. Right there in the store, we hunted each other through the aisles with toy guns, threw balls at each other, and one time I threw a rubber snake on him and he literally cried out and playfully pretended to get bitten. His scream was a lot louder than I expected, and he actually spun around and dropped down to the floor in the middle of the store! I thought security was going to toss us both out of there, but Casey was having so much fun that I could only laugh at him. He was filled with so much joy, and he let loose like nobody I have ever seen. I think the final straw was when he started aggressively kick boxing with a giant stuffed teddy bear in aisle fifteen, that's when the store manager asked us to leave. But even on our way out, we were cracking up, tears coming to our eyes from laughing so hard. Oh man, it was one of the best times I've ever had in that place. Then we hit the arcade, and he nearly lost his mind. He got so addicted by the end of the day, he was begging me for quarters like a Las Vegas gambler with 'the fever'. I watched him play, but he just sucked....at everything. Hahaha, he was so bad. I stood behind him the whole time and just made fun of him, but he was so happy to be playing that he just didn't care.
"Dude! Ha ha ha...you suck! He's beating the crap out of you! Jump! Punch! Kick! Man you SUCK!" I couldn't stop laughing.
"Shut up already!" He giggled, "I'm getting the hang of it now."
"Getting the hang of losing maybe."
"Yeah, well you're a jinx!" He said. I felt so close to him at that moment, it was a strange connection that kept me by his side all day long, and would allow me to remain there for the rest of my life. My boyfriend, my lover, my buddy...Casey was everything to me.
It was near impossible for me to drag him away from that place, even when we ran out of money, he wanted to stay behind and watch other people play. But eventually he came back to the train station with me, talking at 100 words a minute. It took twice as much convincing to get him to go home as it did to get him to go out in the first place, but he was happy so I was twice as happy. The train arrived and we got on, sitting next to each other in a cramped little space. I was sitting there minding my own business when I noticed Casey staring at me. When I looked over at him, a smile broke out his face and he looked me right in the eye. "Thank you Adam. That was really cool." And he took my hand in his and just held it for a few minutes. Who would have thought that holding someone's hand could mean so much to me. My heart was almost sore from beating so hard for this kid. I could have cried, but then I glanced over and saw an old lady staring at us with a strange look. I guess it was society's 'brainwashing' that made me do it, but I pulled my hand away quickly and straightened up. Casey looked over at the old lady, and after a few seconds he surprised me by sticking his tongue out at her. The old lady flashed us an offended look and turned to look the other way. I nudged Casey in the shoulder and we both blushed as we began to giggle playfully to ourselves. We laughed half the way home.
We split up when the bus came to his stop and he looked like he wanted to kiss me so bad he could taste it. But he resisted the urge and said he'd see me tomorrow, thanking me again for a great time. I watched as he got off the bus and basically skipped home. There was a new energy in his eyes, a happier sense of freedom. It was like he finally released all that pent up childhood magic and was able to share some of it with me. I never dreamed before about meeting someone as special as he was to me, now I can't imagine dreaming at all without him.
Later that night, right after dinner, Casey called my house. "Hey Adam! Sorry for calling, man. It's gonna sound weird, but...I miss you already."
"Really? I think I kinda miss you too..."
"There's nothing to do here. I wish you could come over or something."
I shut the door to my room and laid down on my bed, turning back and forth, uncomfortable in any position, listening to the most wonderful boy in the world tell me how he felt about me, and trying to come up with words to match his. He said he was bored, that there were no games in the house, no dirty jokes, no rubber snakes...and he made me laugh out loud by saying the only thing he had to play with was himself. We must have talked for two hours but it only seemed like ten minutes. Finally Casey's mom came in and told him to get some sleep. "I've gotta go. Are you coming over tomorrow?"
"You bet I am." I said. I heard his mom call out to him again in the background and his voice lowered to a whisper.
"I can't wait. See ya later."
"Bye."
"Bye..." he said, then there was a long pause and he came back and said, "Well...hang up already."
"Why? You're the one going to bed, so you hang up first." He giggled a little bit and we argued the point for a few more rounds.
"Come on Adam! I've really gotta go..."
"So go already." I said. We made an agreement to hang up on the count of three, and naturally we were both fooling. So after three or four more counts we somehow called it a truce and hung up. Then I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, feeling as light as a feather. Casey made me feel so real.
The next day I was able to smuggle my Playstation into my schoolbag and took it to Casey's house after school. We hooked it up and played every game I had over and over and over until we had blisters on our thumbs and cramps in our arms. He still sucked, but he was getting better little by little. Homework is great for expanding the mind, but it did NOTHING for your hand-eye coordination. But it gave me a chance to show off a little, and it was cool to have him try to push me or make me lose my concentration so he could get in a few cheap shots. But like I said, our stamina couldn't last forever. We played until it was literally impossible for us to go on playing, which was just as well, Casey had homework anyway. It seemed like his school was just merciless with homework, piling it up on him by the pound. But it was that intelligence that made him so adorable to me, that hidden genius that made his eyes sparkle with that beautiful shine. I told him that I had to go, and he sighed, wishing I could stay forever. We had spent a whole afternoon together without so much as a kiss, and yet I left just as satisfied. But before walking out of his room, I looked at the Playstation on the floor. He started to unhook it from the television and I stopped him. "You know...if you want, you can keep it overnight."
"What? Oh...oh no dude, I couldn't do that..."
"Don't worry about it, what's mine is yours. Have fun with it. Besides, you want me to have a reason to come back don't you?" I smiled. He looked at it, and wrestled with himself a little before giving in and saying he'd keep it, but only for one night. I knew he couldn't get enough of it, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Casey then walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me with the warmth and affection of a toddler, and whispered, "Thank you Adam, thank you so much." His voice shook a little, like he was about to cry, and it choked me up a bit too. We backed away from the hug before we both started to tear up too bad, and I went home. Every day with him was a new adventure, and it was great. I fell deeper in love every second that we were together, and I started to wonder if I'd ever reach a point where there was nowhere else to go as far as love was concerned. I didn't know, but I was anxious to find out...through LOTS of experimentation.
Finally, Friday had rolled around and I was quick to jump back over to Casey's place. When he opened the door, he didn't look quite as happy as he did before. In fact he looked kind of guilty about something. I asked him what the matter was and he just told me to come in. "It's not really a big deal, it's just, my mom saw your Playstation and she kinda took it. I'm so sorry dude, she'll give it back to you when she gets home from work. But she kind put it somewhere where I can't get to it."
The thought of my Playstation being locked away somewhere like a narcotic or something was just weird. I mean, geez, what was so terrible about Casey playing a video game after he finished his homework? "Why did she take it away?"
"Well, she says video games are addictive and they destroy a child's desire to learn new things." He replied, giving an answer that sounded like it just came out of a textbook.
"Oh...well, don't worry about it. I didn't mean to get you in trouble or anything..."
"No, I'm not in trouble...I just can't...I'm not supposed to..." Casey looked down at the floor, almost defeated and broken.
"...have fun?" I asked. He nodded slowly and he seemed kinda depressed about the whole thing. Good grades, higher learning, college, homework, sure it's all important, but sometimes a kid's just gotta be a kid. There was such a drastic contrast in what he looked like the last few days I saw him and what he looked like at that moment. "Not to worry dude, I'll see to it that you have fun no matter what! I'm your personal entertainment from now on." I said throwing an arm over Casey's shoulder. His smile spread over his face and some of that sparkle returned to his eyes. He grinned at me and he was returning to that youthful joy from the past few days right before my eyes. He had completely changed my life, and it made me feel good to know that I had changed his too. He gave me a hug and bounced happily back to his room while I headed towards the fridge for a soda.
I past Greg in the kitchen and didn't even see the need to say hello, but he stopped me for a second. "Say Adam...can I ask you something?"
"Yeah sure."
Greg looked a little nervous at first but he asked anyway, "Um...tell me...does your sister...does she ever talk about me?" I couldn't believe it, was Greg, the jerk that broke my heart into a million pieces....actually in LOVE with Gretchen?
"Hmm....let me think....no." Then I grabbed a coke and walked away. It was rude, but maybe he deserved it. Besides, it was the truth, Gretchen hadn't mentioned him since, then again, if she had I would have been too busy thinking about Casey to have heard her. But as I walked into the bedroom and saw Casey at his computer, a warm smile waiting to greet me, I remembered how spectacular, and how painful, love can be. And suddenly I felt guilty about doing that to poor Greg, even if he deserved it. "Hold on man, I'll be right back."
I walked back into the kitchen and saw Greg leaning against the sink, looking down at the floor. "Hey Greg?"
He slowly looked up at me, and for the first time I saw his human side, plastered all over his face. "Yeah?"
"Maybe she said something, but I don't remember. I could...ask if you want me to."
His whole face brightened up and he smiled widely. "Could you? That would be cool! But DON'T tell her I asked, okay? Just say...um...no wait...say..." it was actually kinda funny seeing Greg stumble like that. I had to try to keep from smiling myself. "Okay, you know what? I'm just going to write her a note and you can pass it to her and tell me what she says, okay? I'm going to go write it right now." He said and he excitedly walked past me, ruffling my hair as he went by. Geez, this family was so easy to please sometimes.
I went back into the room and sat next to Casey by his computer and we surfed for a while longer. Then, five minutes later, Greg came in and he had his jacket on. "This just isn't working. Look, I'm gonna run down to the library or something and get a book of poetry. I'll be back later. Don't go anywhere until I get back Adam!" Then he just turned around and left. Casey just kind of looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Dude, I don't even want to know what you did to make my brother go to the library of all places, and I CERTAINLY don't want to know what the poetry thing is all about!" Casey giggled. And I just told him that he didn't want to know.
Casey got up and listened for the door to close, then that impish grin of his came back to his face, closing the door and only leaving a little crack. He came close to me and knelt down between my legs as I leaned forward in the chair. "You know, I've been waiting for some time alone. We haven't really had much of a chance for too much of anything since that first time."
"Now? But the library isn't that far away. What if he comes back in like ten minutes?"
Casey moved closer and lightly rubbed his face back and forth in my crotch, his hot breath blowing through the material. I put my hands on his head instinctively and pulled him in even harder. "Don't worry, my brother wouldn't know the Dewey decimal system if it bit him on the ass." And the second he said it, he lightly bit me in the thigh.
I jumped, "HEY NOW! Hehehe, let's not get crazy!" We both laughed a little bit and he stood up to pull me on top of him on the bed. Our lips met in a beautiful union and we began another intense make out session that beat the last one by far. We were moving and grinding, squirming and writhing together as one, as our souls came together and mixed sensually through our lips. I rolled over and he climbed on top of me, his slim hips working their way between my legs. God, his mouth was just so perfect. I'd gladly live without air if it meant having the opportunity to kiss him for all eternity. My hands ran up under his shirt to feel his frictionless smooth skin, covered with the lightest fuzzy down hair. My hands traveled up further to lift his shirt off over his head, and our lip's contact was broken for a moment, only to resume a second later. Having Casey's silky skin underneath my finger tips drove me wild, and it wasn't long before my hands had worked their way down the back of his pants too. I clung to the tight, round, perfectly gorgeous cheeks of his cute little ass and he reached down to undo the button and zipper in front, allowing me to pull them down his smooth legs. He managed to kick them off, and now Casey was laying on top of me, him completely naked, me completely dressed. His nude body slid back and forth over mine and the texture of my clothes was making his whole body tingle with sensitivity. It was incredible. Then he rolled me over to be on top, mimicking my movements until I too was naked. The skin to skin contact was fantastic, an erotic feeling that left us both dizzy with passion. We continued to kiss and roll back and forth on his bed, not caring about the time, not caring about the risk, we were too far gone in the moment. Casey and I were leaking pre-cum all over each other and it only made us hotter for one another. He was on top of me, pulling himself up a little further up until he was sitting on my soft cushion of a stomach. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, lust filling not only his eyes, but his entire face. He seemed like a different person altogether. I reached a hand up to rub his sweet lips and feel his silken hair. I just stared at him for a few moments, enjoying the incredible pressure in my heart, that gentle squeeze that told me my love was real. He had this scent about him that was just so clean and delicious, and his eyes hypnotized me into focusing on only him whenever we were together. But it was the next step that finalized our love, that made it concrete and permanent for the both of us.
Casey reached behind him and grabbed a hold of my aching cock, twisting it slightly and bending it down, making me leak even more. He never broke our eye contact, and he smiled down at me as his gentle fingers spread the gracious amount of fluid over my cock head. Then he raised up a little bit and pointed my shaft at his tight anus, just at the entrance, and I nearly came right then and there. He smiled at the look on my face, a wild grin of discovery and sexual pleasure, and he giggled a little bit. He was so happy to do this for me, to make me feel this way. I had freed him in a sense, and now, he was going to free me. He rubbed my cock back and forth across his tight hole, spreading the slick semen over it and causing us both to quake with anticipation. He closed his eyes and whimpered slightly, unable to hide his enjoyment. I reached down with both hands and spread his cleft further apart, exposing his taut pucker to me completely, pink and tight, ready and willing to accept me inside. Every time my cock slid past the opening, the muscle contracted slightly and spasmed, we were both ready. Finally, he pointed the head straight forward and sat back on it slowly, teasing me to the point of madness. Then, with a little work and a wince of pain on his face, his opening gave way and my mushroomed head slipped inside. I couldn't describe the feeling I had penetrating Casey for the first time, the heat, the wetness, the constricting tightness of his inner walls...words simply wouldn't do the feeling justice. It was a religious experience for the both of us. I watched Casey's face twist up and relax as he displayed the mixture of pleasure and pain at once, rubbing my hands up and over his nipples to comfort him. His dime sized brown buds became extremely sensitive and erect and it only made him hotter than he already was. He began to allow more and more of me to slide into him, and I cried out in an uncontrollable moan of pure bliss. His canal swallowed me inch by inch, ever so slowly massaging me with it's steamy radiance, and the look on his face was one of sensual joy. It was sooooo hard for me to just sit there and let him go at his own pace. I wanted him to take his time, to get used to the feeling of me being inside of him, but even greater was the urge to push up into him and go wild, releasing this unbelievable lust. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Casey's cute, cupped little ass cheeks rested on my thighs and he just sat there for a second, reveling in the feeling of being filled up. His cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking warm pre-cum on my stomach as it stood at attention. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me, smiling tenderly at our accomplishment.
"We did it...you're in." He whispered breathlessly.
"Oh God.."
"Are you ready lover?" He said. I couldn't believe that this felt so amazing. I couldn't even speak at first, but he wiggled his ass a little bit almost causing me to explode. "Answer me...hehehe...answer meeee.." He said with a grin, wiggling again and knowing how sensitive I was.
"Uhh....uh...YES!" I managed to blurt out. He was teasing me so much that I couldn't stand anymore, I had to be relieved, and it had to happen now. So Casey, pulled himself up a little bit, his ass sucking at my cock hard on his way up, then he moved back to swallow it yet again. My whole body was on fire, and I felt weightless, my mind riddled with erotic teenaged passion. We got a rhythm going and soon the impulse to push up into him was too much to fight off. I started to lift my hips off of the bed and drive into him, giving him a jolt of pleasure. He was bouncing on top of me now, his brown hair jerking and shaking above me, and he leaned down to kiss me animalistically as we continued our excited love making. I was getting close and I could feel his cock starting to spasm with 'false alarms', letting me know that he was close too. Finally I couldn't take anymore and I rolled over, never leaving his warm insides, and put him on his back. He moaned appreciatively at my slight aggression and put his legs over my shoulders, his feet by my head. I leaned down to kiss him and folded his knees up to his chest, but not uncomfortably so. Casey was quite flexible. I began to drive into him again, his hot asshole absorbing me and making me crazy with sexual energy. Our kissing was getting wild and he was so close that he began to whimper and writhe beneath me. Feeling his body tighten and move brought me over the edge too, and as soon as the first pulse of orgasm hit his body, his pucker clenched and swirled around my cock, forcing me to explode inside of him with an electrifying blast of cum. He wiggled even more as his body twitched and I shivered with delight, driving myself into him a few last times to get rid of the rest of what was left inside me. We practically fell off of each other and collapsed on the bed in a heap of post orgasmic aftershocks. My body was still shaking, and when Casey rolled over to kiss me on the lips, I almost fainted. We stayed breathless for another ten minutes before realizing that we might get caught lying on the bed naked together. We looked around for our clothes and got dressed, then Casey smiled at me wickedly.
"What?" I asked. Then Casey kissed me on the cheek and walked over to his dirty clothes hamper. He then flashed me another evil grin and reached in to throw a few of his shirts on the floor. But he didn't stop there, he quickly reached in and got another, then another, and soon he was just flinging clothes everywhere and I had to dodge them to keep from getting hit. He kept going until he was out of 'ammo' and when he was done he was giggling heartily to himself. I don't know what made me do it, but I tackled him into the pile of stuff and the two of us rolled around happily for the rest of the afternoon. Ever since, Casey has been a happier kid, and he learned to let go and have fun. He was so funny, so cool, and somehow he still kept up with his homework! You'd think he was superhuman or something. We both made it a habit to visit downtown two or three times a week, and we got kicked out of the same places every week too. Casey had become the one true love of my life, never any need for another, and he felt the same way about me. I know because he told me all the time, in his house, on the phone, on the train...it was like being married. I now know what love is, and as long as I have Casey, it's definition will never be lost to me.
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