Sex in the Sky

Mildred and Cole Hewitt were prepared to do everything to ensure the happiness of their newly born son, Scott. Following a long and heated argument over the pros and cons of their decision, Cole won, and Scott’s penis was saved from unnecessary mutilation. It marked the first step in his desire to ensure his son’s happiness. And many years would pass before Scott would realize how indebted he was to his father.

Cole, a typical jock, was the Director of Athletics at the prestigious Battersby High School that Scott would eventually attend.

It was on Scott’s third birthday that his father took him to the school’s gym. He enjoyed his gym play so much that

Cole took him to work almost every day. It seemed no time at all before Scott was regularly using all the gymnasium equipment.

Students, between classes, would regularly congregate in the gym to watch the child phenomenon that, at the age of five, was excelling in almost all disciplines. He was like a miniature superman by the time he was enrolled in kindergarten.

In junior high school Scott won awards in every discipline, receiving rewards from his parents in the form of extravagant gifts. His large bedroom was packed with high-end electronic equipment and his cel calls from girls were endless.

His sixteenth birthday was marked by an SUV in the driveway, courtesy of mom and dad. They had vowed when Scott was born that they would guarantee his happiness; and they were surely doing that.

He was in his eighteenth year and attending Battersby High where his dad, despite Scott’s incredible washboard abdomen and muscular arms and legs, continued pushing him to a higher level.

A carbon copy of his six-foot tall, handsome dad, he had light brown, medium length, wavy hair and sparkling blue eyes. His many years of Orthodontist visits and embarrassing braces rewarded him with perfect teeth and a great smile.

Girls chased him relentlessly. Rarely, was he alone in his latest model SUV. He did nothing more for them, other than to graciously allow them to blow him. Some of the girls were talking and comparing notes on dates they’d had with him. “He told me he didn’t see oral sex as being in the same category as sexual intercourse,” Maureen Madely said, her confusion clearly showing.”

“Yeah, he told me that, too,” Beatrice Lindsay, added, “he said he can’t take a chance on catching something…and besides, he says he wants to wait till he’s married before screwing,” she said, laughing, hilariously. Peggy Martin joined the conclave to add her Scott Hewitt epic.

“It was my third time dating him and I always gave him head, but he’d never do anything for me. So, this time, I decided it would have to be different, or he’d have to jerk himself off. We parked at the lake and before he’d even shut off the motor he had his dick out.

I put my arms around him to kiss him an’ he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his floppy dick, thinkin’ I’m gonna fluff it up for ‘im. Anyway, he gets it hard by himself and puts his hand on the back of my head to force me down on it. ‘Scott,’ I told him, in no uncertain terms, ‘I’m not gonna blow ya any more if ya don’t wanna do anything to get me off, too,’ I told him…and ya’ll never believe what he did.”

“What, Peg?” They asked in unison, hoping they’d learn of a dramatic change in Scott’s attitude.

“Ya know, that guy’s got rubber bones. He bends down and puts his cock right in his own mouth.” Peg waited for the ooohs and ahhhs to subside before continuing. “I had an awful urge to push him down on it till he turned blue.”

“Ohh, why didn’t ya?” Maureen asked, disgustedly, “The pig deserved to be choked.” She added.

“I couldn’t. I got so freakin’ hot from watching that big cock fucking his gorgeous baby-face that my cunt was leakin’. I ended up fingerin’ myself.”

“I still think ya shoulda choked him.” Maureen repeated, disappointedly.

“Maybe,” Peg said, “but hearing him grunting and watching his head bobbing up and down, I imagined him getting a big load in his mouth…Ohh, It was so freakin’ sexy I had an orgasm that soaked the seat. It was absolutely divine.”

“Oh, wow, Peg…did he swallow the cum?” The group waited with baited breath for her answer.

“I was sure he did,” she said, trying not to laugh, “…Until he spit in my face,” she told her wide-eyed audience.

“Oh my god, no! That freakin’ asshole,” Maureen said, disgustedly; and her opinion was shared by the others.

“And he goaded me by waving his big, spit-slobbered knob. I was gonna slap his grinning face-”

“Well, l certainly hope you did, Peg,” Beatrice Lindsay interrupted to say.

“No, his cum an’ saliva were running down to my mouth, so I had to lick up what I could and I wiped the rest with my hand; I licked it from my hand, too,” she said, grinning, sheepishly.

“Yikes,” remarked Maureen, “It’s small wonder he’s such a spoiled brat…it’s our fault as much as anybody’s,” she said, angrily; and the chorus of voices agreed again.

“Uh, oh, now I’m not sure I should tell you guys the rest.” Peg said, doubtfully.

“Don’t you dare leave out even one word,” Maureen demanded

“Okay. I know it was really dumb of me, after all that, but I wanted to suck his cock, anyway…gawd, I think it was the most exciting sex I ever had,” she said, her eyes shut in ecstasy.

Peggy’s graphic description of her fantastic experience convinced them of the futility of boycotting Scott. They knew, very well, that he could get all the head he wanted from any girl he wanted, as well as from himself, so they’d only be depriving themselves. Undoubtedly, the grapevine would soon be blazing with the news that Scott Hewitt could fuck his own face.

“Scottie should be doing more with his free time than to be running around with girls, Cole. He should be learning to handle responsibility.” Scott’s mother said. It hadn’t been the first time she’d spoken to Cole on this matter.

“Okay, okay,” he said, defeated as usual. “I’ll see what I can find for him at the school.” He reluctantly promised. Before the week was out, Scott had a job working at the gymnasium for a couple of hours, three evenings a week.

His duties were so trivial that he didn’t need to be told whose idea it had been. Even if he’d been totally against it, he wouldn’t have dared to defy his mother. In any case, the building being closed when he’d be working, he’d have a great opportunity to improve his already sculpted body. And, maybe he could occasionally get one of his female admirers to drop by.

Howie Rawlins, a classmate, on hearing that Scott was working at the gymnasium, asked if he could come by to get some workout advice. Scott was delighted and told Howie to let him know when he could conveniently come to the gym. That way Scott would know if he should answer the bell, saving himself a long walk to the end of a corridor where he could look from the window.

It was his fourth night on the job when the doorbell sounded. He hadn’t heard from Howie but he was curious to know who it was. Only minutes later, sitting up on the parallel bars with his legs widely spread, Maureen Madely was sucking his balls.

“Scotty,” she whispered, staring imploringly into his eyes.

“What?” He asked, impatient at the interruption.

“Get off the bars, Scott, there’s somethin’ I wanna ask you.” Scott jumped from the bars and was led to the weightlifting bench where she got him to sit. “Would you do for me what you did for Peggy?”

“What’re you talking about?” He asked, confused.

“She told me about how you did yourself that night, like, and it got her so hot she had an orgasm,” she said, shyly.

“This is freakin’ crazy, girl, you want me to blow myself so you can get off?” He asked, incredulously.

“Yes, Scotty, couldn’t you do it for me, please, so I could get off, huh?” She asked, adding mournfully, “I haven’t had an orgasm for a long time, Scotty.”

“I must be a real loonie,” he said, as he lowered his mouth over his erection. Maureen, bare-assed now, had her fingers pushed into her snatch up to the elbow.

“Oh, Scotty, ohh, I’m cumin’…can you get off with me?”

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly, quickly dropping his mouth back onto his knob. His head bobbed a few more times till he groaned loudly and swallowed his load. As soon as he released his cock, she pounced on it to suck wildly, while fingering herself to a second, earth-shaking orgasm.

Oh, Scott, you’re a darling, that was unbelievable,” she said, breathlessly, “but I wish you would’ve let me have your cum,” she said.

“I just felt like keeping it,” he snapped, “and you’d better not blab this all over the school,” he said grimly.

“I don’t think there’s a girl in the school that doesn’t know already.” She said, pleased that her fraternity sisters were getting back at the arrogant bastard.

Scott was ecstatic at being paid for doing his workouts; he did nothing else at work. He was disturbed, though, by how often the doorbell was ringing.

Scott was swinging on the rings when one of his classmates, Denton Miller, started a conversation with him. Scott was surprised, as he and Denton didn’t know one another and had rarely spoken.

“There’s a story going around the school that concerns you, Scott, I was wondering if you knew about it.”

“I don’t know. What’s it about?” Scott asked, curiously.

“Well,” he said, hesitantly, everybody’s talking about you blowing yourself. I thought you might like to know about it,” Denton said, shyly.

“What do you mean by everybody?” Scott asked, deeply concerned.

“Like, everybody in the class, anyway,” replied Denton, touching his crotch to supposedly straighten the goods in his basket. Scott ignored the blatant invitation.

“I wonder why something like that would be worth talking about. Even if it’s true, it’s not an uncommon thing…every guy I know has attempted it. I’d be willing to bet you’ve tried it, too, Denton.

“I think maybe it’s because you’re such a high-profile guy around here…anyway, I hope you’re not pissed because I mentioned it.”

‘Those bitches’, Scott said under his breath, ‘now even the gays are checking me out’.

Denton invented things to do in the gymnasium that would allow him to hang out. Teasing Denton, Scott swung one-handed while pretending he was adjusting his own basket. When Denton left, Scott couldn’t help smiling at the erection clearly visible in his suitor’s jeans.

He found himself thinking about Howie. He was strikingly attractive with medium length, light-brown hair and a great smile. He was very like able, Scott thought. He was about six feet tall and, strangely enough, seemed to fill his t-shirt with a very well developed upper body, and that was causing Scott to wonder; he didn’t look like a guy in need of workout help. Could it be, he wondered, that Howie had heard the chatting and assumed he was gay. But, no, he calculated, Howie had asked for advice before Scott had, stupidly, accommodated Maureen Madely; he felt better about Howie now.

The repair shop was in an area unfamiliar to Scott. The technician, after opening it up, advised him the repair would take approximately two hours. Scott said he’d come back, the guy having told him he’d start working on it immediately. “Is there a theatre that’s not too far?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, turn left on the street after the Quality Super Market, it’s about a half block.”

It looked like a weird theatre; there was nothing outside to tell what film was playing. The transition from brilliant sunlight to the dark interior caused Scott to sit on someone else on two occasions. His vision finally adjusting, he found a seat. He thought it strange that a theatre would be so crowded in the middle of the day. He thought it strange also, that on looking around, it was crowded with men.

It was only when he saw the naked boys on the screen that he realized it was a gay movie house. He should’ve left right away and he knew it, but he found it interesting enough to watch for a short time. He wondered how much the actors were paid; there weren’t any guys on the screen with a cock nearly as large as his.

He curiously shifted his eyes to see what the boy next to him was doing. He was surprised but not shocked that the boy staring intently at the screen was jerking himself. The guy was cute, Scott thought; his eyes were riveted on the boy’s spit-slicked hand sliding over his large knob.

Rapidly, Scott’s eyes shifted back and forth, from the porn actor whose head was bobbing on a cute, young guy’s cock, to the jerking boy in the next seat. Scott’s own cock now rock-solid, he opened his jeans, lowered his underwear and allowed his eight-and-a-half inches to spring free.

Accustomed as he was to a hot mouth, his hand wasn’t cutting it. He glanced around the theatre and was surprised at how much brighter it was now, than when he’d entered and blindly found his seat; guys all around him, oblivious to everything, were engrossed in sexual activities. Since he’d already thrown caution to the wind and abandoned his pride, he anxiously dropped his mouth onto his knob.

Scott was on heaven’s doorstep with his knob being massaged expertly in his throat when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. The boy next to him, now rubbing Scott’s back, indicated his willingness to allow Scott to share his erection. Scott wanted to know what it would be like to suck a cock but he’d never had that opportunity. Here, he thought, where no one knew him, would be an excellent place to try it. Moving out of his seat, he knelt on the floor between the boy’s legs and took his cock directly into his throat. The boy’s gasp of pleasure encouraged Scott. He located the boy’s hole and slipped his finger in. Another excited intake of breath was heard from the boy just a moment before Scott felt cum in his mouth; he shocked himself by gratefully swallowing it.

“That was the most fantastic blow job I ever had,” the boy said smiling broadly, “will it be okay if I suck you?” He asked. Sincere desire showed in his enquiring eyes. Scott got back into his seat, leaned back and welcomed the cute, young blonde’s mouth. The boy performed much better than had any of Scott’s female admirers. The boy wrote his name and number on a piece of paper and gave to Scott; though Scott had no intention of ever calling the kid, he stuffed the paper into his pocket. “What’s your name?” The boy asked.

“Scott. It was great, pal, see you, huh?”

“You’re cute, ya know…I hope ya’ll want to call me.”

Scott retrieved his computer and was driving home when he began feeling remorseful. ‘What in hell have I done?’ he asked himself angrily. He had opened a door that had been deeply embedded in his subconscious, and released a devil he hadn’t really known. The principal reason for his girls’ need to blow him had suddenly become clear. Regardless of how often they did it, there remained the compulsion to do it again as soon as possible; Scott already craved another boy.

Lying on his bed he tried to think of boys that might be approachable. Denton Miller appeared on Scott’s mental, image viewer. The erection Scott had seen in his jeans seemed acceptably large. He was tall with a slim acceptably developed body, Scott thought. Quite good-looking, Denton’s dark, wavy hair, parted in the centre, gave him the appearance of a much younger boy. Yes, Denton would be in the running, he decided.

Howie Rawlins was the next to appear. Howie was as good-looking as Denton Miler, but Howie had a more muscled chest; and, therefore had the edge on Denton. There were many more images viewed, but none showed the same promise as Denton and Howie. A plan of some sort would be needed soon if Howie called.

Scott found himself hungrily eyeing the basket of all of the boys in his classroom. He was unable to concentrate on anything other than filling his mouth with cock. He had climbed into his truck, and was fastening the seat belt to go back to the porn theatre when his cel sounded. Saved by the bell, he thought, as he spoke with Howie. “Sure, I’ll be at work at eight this evening,” he said, smiling broadly, “See ya, then, Howie.” He sighed, his relief and wiped nervous perspiration from his forehead. He hadn’t devised an attack plan yet but his dick tingled anyway.

Two young, horny boys, hoping for a night of hot sex, scoured their body simultaneously in their respective showers.

Scott felt certain enough of getting Howie’s cooperation that he occupied himself by setting the rings at a height of six feet in anticipation of a sex position he wanted to try with Him. Then he sat stock-still in the gymnasium anxiously waiting for the bell to ring in. He dared not do anything more that might cause him to perspire. He was extremely nervous wondering about the consequences if he’d misunderstood Howie’s sign language; the grapevine would then be buzz big time. He was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts of the possible, total devastation of his life that he almost hit the ceiling when the bell finally sounded.

Howie, smiling broadly, wore a tight, white t-shirt and white shorts. The outline of his cock, indicating that he wasn’t wearing underwear brought perspiration to Scott’s forehead.

“You mind getting out of your t-shirt, Howie, so I can see what we have to work with?”

As Scott was visually examining him he asked, “Should I take anything else off?” He wore nothing else but his shorts and shoes.

“Yeah, Howie,’ Scott said, shaking excitedly, you might as well remove your shorts so I can check out your thighs and buttocks.”

“I didn’t wear my underwear, is that okay?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” Scott managed to tell him without collapsing.

Howie possessed a magnificent washboard chest and certainly had no need of help from Scott. His hard, uncut cock rose as quickly as his shorts had dropped to the floor. Scott was amazed that Howie gave no indication that he felt at all embarrassed by his situation. Scott’s mouth watered as he stared transfixed at Howie’s jewels.

Stalling for time and hoping his own erection would subside, he asked Howie to turn around, supposedly to check out his buttocks. He breathed deeply several times in an effort to cool himself down; however, studying his butt made his problem decidedly worse. Scott’s knew his cock was never going to go down if he didn’t stop visualizing the scene with the other boy in the porn theatre. He moved closer to Howie’s naked body to kiss him on the back of his neck while reaching around him to grasp the solid cock. His cock was now pressed hard against Howie’s butt. Scott breathed a sigh of great relief when Howie reached back to handle his erection, satisfying him that all was kool with Howie.

Howie turned to press his open mouth against Scott’s to excitedly accept Scott’s tongue. Meanwhile, he had slipped Scott’s shorts and underwear to his ankles. They separated to remove Scott’s t-shirt before resuming their passionate mouth play. The pair of washboard abs pressing together, Howie softly said, “I was scared to call ya, Scott.”

“Why?”

“Well, I thought that as long as I didn’t call you there was hope, but if I had called and found that you didn’t want me, like this, I would’ve been shattered.”

“Believe me, Howie, I know exactly what ya mean.”

Howie dropped to his knees and swallowed Scott’s long, hard cock. “That feels so good, Howie,” Scott said, rocking slowly. Howie moaned happily as his mouth moved up and down the long pole. Scott thought Howie sucked him much better than he’d ever been able to do for himself and much better than had any of the girls.

“I don’t wanna cum yet, let me suck you for a while,” he said, stepping out of his clothes and leading Howie by the hand to the weightlifting bench. “Why don’t ya lie down?” Scott straddled the bench between Howie’s legs to alternately caress his balls with his mouth before licking the pre cum from the bulbous knob. Howie began squirming when Scott took the full length and used his educated throat muscle to make love to His sensitive dick head. Meanwhile, Scott was becoming addicted to Howie’s sweet, genital fragrance.

“Pennsylvania, why?” I continued to stare boldly into his eyes.

“You can’t go there…” He saw the confusion in my face and blushed immensely.

“Why? It’s my only home.” I exclaimed trying to figure out what he was choking on.

“No!” He shocked me by lunging for me. His mouth was on mine in seconds. His soft lips brushed against mine and his hands held my face. It took me a few moments to kiss him back and he smiled into the kiss once I did. He gave me soft kisses and nibbled on my upper lip. He broke away, still having his eyes closed and whispered to me, “Home is with me. Please Austin… you can’t leave me.” He begged constantly for me not to go and said he’d do anything to have me stay.

***Professor Johnson***

Class was so much better when Austin started staring at me. He put hope into my heart that maybe we could, one day, be together. He watched every move I made and documented every word I said in his head. He smiled every time I caught him and I smiled back. One time, he was gently holding his crotch and I ended up stuttering. I had to apologize to the class yet noticed he was blushing too. He had not noticed he placed his hand there until he saw me staring. It made my cock twitch.

Days went by and soon after we had small talks after classes. He would ask me things and when it dawned on me that he wanted to get closer to me, I became bold and asked him more personal questions.

We talked about everything friends would talk about and after a few days, we found out a lot about each other. I was still unsure how to get to the topic I wanted so desperately to talk about. On one of our final talks after class, I was very upset. He quickly recognized it and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I’m just not ready to be on break.” I avoided looking at him and pretended to be writing something down on my notepad.

“You’ll be okay. It’s only a month.” We didn’t speak for twenty minutes and the silence was nice. He understood I was hurting. I wonder if he was too.

“I don’t know what to say Austin.” I willingly stared at him. His tall body was sitting halfway on a front-row desk and his hands were placed in his lap. His chest hair peeked out of his shirt while it heaved. He was clean shaven with a beautiful soft smile plastered onto his face. His eyes were bearable to look into nowadays because the sorrow was gone. They were filled with longing. I wanted him in my arms and his body pressed against mine. I wanted to stand up to feel those lips that called out my name. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly. I wanted to give him more than my knowledge. I wanted him to have me.

“You should get going. I’m going to lock up in five minutes.” I continued to watch as he slipped off the desk and picked up his backpack. I watched his ass sway as he headed out and thought about how it smelled, how it tasted, and how I would feel deep inside of it. I nearly groaned at the thought. “See you soon Austin.” With that, he left giving me one more glance at his face. He turned the corner and he was gone.

My mind refused to sleep that night. I looked at the pillow wishing Austin was sleeping there. I couldn’t erase him from my mind now, he was in and I knew in my heart I couldn’t let him leave. All through the night, I cleaned up the house and figured out a way to ask Austin to stay.

On our last conversation in my classroom, Austin surprised me by making me follow him to his car. I was so shocked to receive a gift from him. It had been years since anyone had given me a gift and I couldn’t help but release a few tears. I found no voice to thank him. I stared at the gift and asked Austin where he was going to go. He answered and when he said home was in fucking Pennsylvania, I yelled, “No!” and kissed his mouth.

My mind was racing along with my heart and I knew this was so wrong, but so amazingly right. I knew we belonged together and I wasn’t going to let him get away from me. I kissed him with everything I had and when he kissed me back, I knew he felt the same for me. I held his hips and lost myself inside his kiss. I didn’t really know I was begging him to stay until he pulled away and whispered, “You’re beautiful” in my ear. He held my hand and stared at me and it felt like we were the only people that existed on this earth.

***Austin*** “I’ll go to your place tonight.” I said. I looked up at him in shock and hugged him tightly. I was so happy just knowing this wasn’t the last time I’d see him for a month. Without the love of your life, a month is way too long. I broke away from him and walked towards my dorm completely happy. I packed my suitcases and I tensed when I saw Andy standing in the doorway.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Home. School’s over.” I said coldly while packing.

“Yeah, I know. I’m going home tomorrow morning. I guess I’ll see you later.” He left and the tension left with him. I packed the few items I needed and didn’t even glance back to look. I put it all into my trunk and backseat.

I arrived at his house by seven. He opened the door surprised and smiling.

“I thought you changed your mind, but come on in.” He shut the door and welcomed me with wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I held onto his hand and let him nuzzle his face into my neck.

“Thank you Austin.” He said softly.

I turned around to face him. Somehow, his hands never left my waist. I looked down at him and leaned in to kiss him. I cupped his face in my hand and placed the hungriest kiss I’ve ever given on his lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue dived in. Our tongues melted together and I groaned into his mouth deeply when he placed his hand against my crotch. I grew weak in the knees yet a little bit of fear rose to the surface. I gently pushed him off and told him, “Not yet.”

He tried to search my eyes but avoided his stare. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He agreed and the steak he made was delicious. I noticed he hardly ate; he was watching me intently. I paused and asked why he didn’t eat.

“Austin. Tell me what happened. I touched you and it sparked a memory. Tell me Austin, please.” He asked with complete seriousness. I knew I couldn’t avoid this forever so I put down my utensils and told him everything.

“Turning eighteen wasn’t pleasant for me. The night of my birthday my father came in and …” I paused and forced myself to get the strength to speak again. “… He kissed me. I said no. He kissed me harder. I said no louder. He put his hand on my crotch and pressed into it. I tried to remove his hand. He didn’t understand. He told me to be quiet. I agreed and he tore off my bottoms. He put a type of lube on my ass; finger fucked it, and then stuck his ugly prick inside me. He raped me until I bled. That was my first too. Then, Andy… someone I had liked, did the same thing.”

“This was both at eighteen?” He asked quietly. I knew he was hurting for me. It felt nice to have him understand and not be so cold-hearted.

“No.” I looked down at my lap in shame. He said it was okay to look up and I said, “Andy did it the second day of school. I couldn’t walk very well.” I pushed my meal aside and left the table. I refused to let myself look into his beautiful face. I walked to the bedroom I remembered clearly and laid there. He let me be alone for a while. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

***Professor Johnson***

I sat dumbfounded by Austin’s story. I couldn’t believe his father would commit such a horrendous act. The beautiful man in front of me has never experienced the beauty of sex and it astounded me. My blood ran cold when he told me indirectly Andy was a boy from school. I couldn’t believe a rapist lived on the grounds I walked on everyday. I let Austin leave and recover. I knew he didn’t like feeling weak around me so I did the dishes.

After the dishes, I walked quietly to my room and saw him sprawled onto his stomach. I climbed gently on top of the bed and lied beside to him. I draped my arm on his waist and used my other arm to rest my head on while I twirled his hair around my fingers. I released my hold on him and caressed his cheeks. He was so beautiful. His tear-stained face with his long eyelashes and beautiful thick lips was mine.

I readjusted so my upper body hung over him. I wrapped one leg around his and placed kisses along his cheek and down his throat. I held him close to me and felt our connection growing stronger. I kissed his forehead and was surprised to see his eyes filled with passion staring up at me. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down. He kissed me and moaned into my eager mouth. I returned his kiss and felt his hands roam on my stomach. I shivered and responded by lying on him while kissing him harder. He pushed me away again and looked at me. He smiled and pulled me down for a hug.

“Help me to let go.” He whispered into my ear.

“Austin, I’m never going to hurt you.” I sealed that promise with a soft kiss.

***Austin***

I rolled over so my body covered his. He levered himself up as I slowly undid his shirt. When his shirt was off, he lied back down. His muscular chest was filled with thick curly hairs that thinned down at his lower belly. I placed my hand on his chest to play with his curls. I found his nipple and pinched it enough to see him gain pleasure out of that small act. He arched his back and closed his eyes begging for more. I gave kisses that trailed down his stomach. He gently thrust his lower body towards me and I smiled down at him. I undid his belt, then the two buttons, next his zipper. My thumbs wrapped around the elastic band from his boxers and slid everything downward. Once they were off, I paused and stared at his beautifully sculpted body.

“Gosh, you’re more beautiful than I imagined…” I said.

“You touched yourself thinking about me?” He looked up at me. I blushed and he knew then, I had.

“Touch me Austin… please.” He moaned out to me.

I held his cock and stroked it up and down immediately after he gasped. Deciding to try something new, I caressed his balls while sticking my middle finger in his hole. Noticing the effect it was having on him, I smiled. I kept on pleasuring him and he kept on moaning and groaning. He also repeated my name many times when he was reaching his climax. I saw his face and I knew he was seconds away from tripping. Our lips met as I bent forward and as if our kiss was a trigger, he came spurt after spurt of cum. He cried out in my mouth as I kissed him and his hands held the hair on my head tightly. My body pressed onto his and with smooth thrusting motions, I let his cock rub against mine. I cried out due to immense pleasure. Our love seeds were now mixed within our fluids and after a few moments we were ready to conceal our desires.

***Professor Johnson***

Rolling Austin off my body, I soon found Vaseline in a nearby drawer. I tore at the Trojan condom package.

“Do you want to do the honor?” I asked.

“I want you to make love to me, Pro-”

“It’s Toby with you. Call me Toby, please.” I said after cutting Austin’s words off.

“Make love to me Toby. I want you.” Austin said the magical three words I’ve been dying to hear from him and that had me over the edge- well, almost. Watching Austin roll a condom down my painfully hard cock was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. Feeling his fingers brush my sensitive cock had me moaning uncontrollably. I laid Austin onto his back and climbed over him. I stared into his eyes and saw a flash of love. Remembering what he told me earlier about his father, I knew I had reached his heart. I reached over him and grabbed the Vaseline.

“Do it.” I handed him the Vaseline and he gladly smeared it over the condom. I shivered and tried so hard to show him how I felt through my eyes. Once he finished, I took the Vaseline from him and smeared the oil over his tight hole. I pressed one finger in and let him adjust; then at two fingers he gasped; at three he winced causing his eyes to squeeze shut. I paused and once he nodded softly, I twisted them and slowly moved them, preparing him for something larger, yet much greater- me.

I hovered myself over him and put his legs over my shoulders. I carefully slipped myself in and did everything I could to not explode right then. With the love filling my mind and heart and his ass squeezing at my cock, I could hardly move to complete him. He flexed his legs and laid them beside me. With his hand, he forced me to lie completely down on him. I slowly thrust upward letting myself go deeper in him. I buried my face in his chest and cried out at the almost unbearable feeling he was giving me.

“I love you Toby.” I froze at his words and realized how difficult it was to repeat them back. I knew I loved him but I couldn’t say them. I made myself face his eyes and watched him as I moved myself in and out of him. My mouth gaped open when suddenly I felt myself climbing fast.

“I can’t hold much longer Aust-” I tripped and felt myself cum harder than ever before.

“Oh god… Austin… I… god…” I continued to move trying to watch his expressions.

“Toby… I’m going to cum soon. Fuck me harder, please.” With that, I pounded with all I had to give. I buried myself close to him and felt my eyes water. I knew then, I had to say it.

“Austin… I…. I love you.” The most amazing thing happened. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for the most romantic kiss. His body quivered under mine as he produced an extremely intense orgasm. He came so much and had to break our kiss to cry out his pleasure.

“Toby… oh my god… oh god… fuck ….Toby…” He gasped between each word.

Our breathing ceased after a few silent moments. I held him to me and thought about everything that just occurred. Few days after, we went at it again and after that, we fucked every day and of course not always the same way. Sometimes it was in the kitchen, sometimes the shower, sometimes the family room, but mostly my bedroom. It was our favorite spot. Oh yeah, after months of making love, we reenacted our first night on Valentine’s Day and I wore the shirt and tie he gave me for the first time. He loved it and I loved it more.