If Only in My Dreams 2
We hadn't even made it to my bedroom, we barely made it past the front door, before Me and Steven were kissing and twirling like crazy. God, it felt so good, it was like releasing 16 years of built up sexual frustration in a single kiss, and I wouldn't want to share it with anyone but Steven. It seemed like we lived for each other now, like every moment that we spent apart was one of anticipation. I couldn't stop thinking about him, dreaming about him, I couldn't even stop saying his name when I talked to him, I loved him that much. We still didn't have any classes together, so it was hard to catch a glimpse of him during school, but he always said that he'd just meet me at my house after school and we could have a little fun. Wow, he was so delicious.
In the past week, we had sex more times than I could count, and every one was different. A different emotion, a different orgasm, a different feeling altogether. I thought about it all day long and sighed to myself out loud. I didn't even pay attention in class anymore, what could the system possibly teach me that could be more important, more magical, than true love? I just couldn't get enough, and if it was possible for me to get my fill of him, I'd just keep going, over indulging myself with his awesome light.
Steven and I continued kissing and spinning all the way to my room, our lips smacking as we mashed our faces together in a tight sensual union. My heart was inflating to the point of bursting with passion as I held Steven close, his broad chest held close to mine. We reached the 'safety' of my bedroom and closed my door. I was sure that my dad wouldn't be home until 6 PM, but I could never be too careful. Catching me butt naked with Steven in my arms might be a little hard to explain. What was I going to say? We were pretending to be game show Chippendale dancers for some kid's surprise birthday party? Nah, that would just be silly! Steven was such a good kisser. He had this way of moving his lips in little...circles..or something that was just so erotic. His tongue felt so soft and wet in my mouth, and we would make out until we could basically tell what the other boy had for lunch. I lifted my shirt over my head and he did the same, and I laid on top of him bare chested, the two of us grinding our crotches together through our pants. Steven's hands went wild, rubbing up and down my back while pushing up into me from the bed. We rolled over and he kissed me deeply as he threw his leg over me, getting on top. Our breathing was getting loud, and I was already dizzy with lust, whimpering from the amount of pleasure rushing through my body all at once. Steven lifted up on his knees and elbows, hovering over me for a second, leaning in to kiss me gently a few times, but pulling back every so slightly to tease me. This maddening break of our passionate body contact almost drove me insane. I hung onto his slim hips, trying to pull him back down on top of me, trying to feel his delicate body weight on top of me once again, but my hands almost slid off of his frictionless, baby smooth skin.
"Free me." He whispered in my ear. It was by far the sexiest tone of whisper I had ever heard in my entire life. I reached my hands down and started to undo the belt on his khakis. Steven closed his eyes and waited with anticipation, and then I freed his straining cock from his pants, massaging it with both hands. He shivered and laid his head on my shoulders, kissing my neck and letting both of his hands travel down to my zipper. He was still on his knees and let his head balance him over me as his gentle fingers grabbed a hold of my cock slowly and brought it out into the air. I lifted my hips so that he could slide my jeans down past my knees, and then I used my hands to pull his down over that cute little hump that was his ass. He had the most perfect ass I had ever seen, with the cutest little tan line. It was awesome, heart shaped, soft, round, tight...I could go on all day. Grabbing it was like holding a water balloon filled with warm milk. It melted in my hands and the skin was beyond smooth. He had the sexiest little cup at the bottom of it too, and the crack was just awe inspiring. Steven finally came back down on me, letting us touch again without our clothes to restrict us from the ultimate sensations of love, and his ass became my plaything as he groaned and whispered in my ear. I was so close, so enraptured in the feelings that coursed through my body, that I nearly jumped a full foot in the air when the doorbell rang.
Naturally, my first instinct was to ignore it. Steven stopped kissing me for a second, but I whispered, "Forget it. They'll go away." Then he smiled and went back to kissing me. We were feeling the orgasm rising between us, getting stronger and stronger, the moment of truth was almost upon us. Then the bell rang AGAIN! This time twice. We were trying to ignore t, if the bastard would wait a few more seconds I'd be finished! Steven and I couldn't get our rhythm back and this was definitely spoiling the mood. Then the guy starts knocking on the door...like I couldn't hear the bell dumb ass! Steven and I both moaned out loud in frustration and he rolled off of me while I yanked my pants up angrily and stomped my way to the back door. As I passed by the fridge, I noticed a note from my dad on the fridge. It said, "Jeremy - The repair man is coming in today to fix the dishwasher, be sure to let him in." Dammit! And sure enough, as I looked out of the window, there was a large man with dorky glasses and a thick moustache peering in. I opened the door and tried my best to hide my annoyance with the guy, but as he came in and started talking to me, I couldn't help but be a little disgusted with the intrusion. After a few minutes of being in the kitchen showing him where everything was, Steven had gotten dressed and came walking around the corner to see what had happened. The repair guy said hello to him and Steven smiled sweetly at him. I'm glad he had put his shirt back on too, because I was standing there in only a pair of jeans and socks, and he might have known something was up if we were both 'topless'.
The guy was one of those really friendly guys who just annoyed you with pointless conversation of his life and his truck and his wife and his experiences with a guy at the used car lot and any other meaningless bullshit that he could think of. I think Steven could see me getting angrier and angrier and he started giggling at my display of discontent. The repair guy never seemed to pick up on it though, he just chatterboxed away about his school days and his college days and the time some Mafia guy spit on his pizza in Chicago while Steven laughed and laughed at the look on my face. I think he was actually enjoying this more than the sex a few minutes ago.
Steven walked just around the corner where I could see him but the repair guy couldn't, and he started doing this thing with his tongue that nearly made me faint. It was, like, rippling or something. I was getting hard quickly and had to turn to the side to hide it from the repair guy. I mouthed the words, "Knock it off." to Steven, but it only made him laugh silently to himself. He kept doing it, his tongue turning me on in every possible way, and I tried not to look, but even when my back was turned, I knew he was still doing it. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and told the repair guy I'd be back in a minute. As soon as I took a step towards Steven, he laughed out loud and ran back to my bedroom. I chased him inside and tackled him on the bed pinned him down while he giggled and squirmed beneath me. I had never had so much fun with anybody as I did with Steven, my best friend, and my lover.
Steven sat up under me and I rested on his lap while he leaned back on his arms, and our lips met again in a passionate kiss. I had been teased long enough, even with the repair guy in the other room, this had to happen and it had to happen now before my balls exploded. I laid down on top of Steven and put my head up under his shirt to kiss and nibble at his tiny erect nipples. They seemed to shrink even more as they got harder and they were just so cute. I licked every inch of his chest, letting my tongue linger in the small canyon between his growing teenage pecs. Just then, I heard the repair guy call out my name. Dammit!
"WHAT???" I shouted.
"Do you have a hammer in the house?" He asked.
"In the drawer."
"Which one?"
"The one next to the fridge!"
"This one?" He said, opening the silverware drawer which was nowhere even remotely close to the fridge. Dammit! I jumped up and stomped into the kitchen at the speed of light. I reached in the drawer and slapped the hammer in his hand, quickly turning around to go back to the bedroom. "Thanks." He said, still not seeming to notice how much I hated him for even being there.
I went back into my room to see Steven giggling again. "You're really getting a kick out of this aren't you?" I said, almost angry at him for finding it funny.
"Hehehehe...yeah actually, I am. You're so cute when you're angry." He said shyly. He reached for me and I climbed on top of him again, our kissing and grinding become almost desperate as we tried to finally achieve a release from this frustration. But, as soon as we were reaching that magical height of passion, the guy called out my name again. This time he needed a screw driver! ARRRRGGH! He was a fucking REPAIR guy! Didn't he bring any tools with him? I didn't even bother trying to explain to him where the screwdriver was, I just walked in and handed it to him, giving him the look of death. I swore that the next tool he asked me for was going to go right through his heart! I stood there for a few seconds, wishing that looks could kill, and asked him through gritted teeth if there was anything else he needed.
"No kiddo, I think that's it. Say, did I ever tell you about the time I won a monkey from the zoo?"
I didn't even stick around for the beginning of that story! I just stormed off and slammed my door hard to see if he'd get the message. Steven was standing behind the door this time and pulled me up against him. We started kissing against the wall and I quickly began to slide down to my knees. Finally, I got my first taste of him as I took his hard meat into my mouth. I licked and sucked at him furiously, trying to finish up before the repair guy called me back to finish his wacky monkey story. Steven was gasping for air, a little surprised at my aggressiveness, and slid down a little to grab a hold of my cock in my pants, jacking me off in time with my sucking. Steven was trying not to moan out loud, his voice coming through in soft whispers and light grunts. His eyes were closed as he felt me out with his loving finger tips. I was so ready for release. This was it, we were both close, so close. Then I felt Steven tighten up and I brought him over the edge. As the first shot of semen hit the back of my throat, the repair guy called me AGAIN! I had my boyfriend's dick shooting off in my mouth, I'm pretty damn close to shooting myself, and this asshole is probably getting ready to ask me for a glass of water!
"Jush a minate..." I tried to say with my mouth full. I could feel some of Steven's cum dribble down my cheeks and it was enough to set me off too! I came hard in Steven's rubbing hands while trying to hold my breath to keep from crying out loud. Ohhhhh it felt so good, and I could swear that I could taste Steven's cock getting sweeter and sweeter in my mouth. We both pulled away from each other at the same time and cleaned up as best we could. Steven patted me on the butt as I walked out of the room to go back to the kitchen.
The repair guy pushed up his glasses and said, "I just wanted to tell you I was finished. Give this paper to your dad and tell him everything's working fine. You and your friend here can get back to playing Colecovision or whatever it is you kid's do now a days." The very thought of this guy actually leaving after we basically had to 'cloak and dagger' our whole afternoon was so incredibly insane and upsetting that I actually had to laugh about it. I was just shocked to say the least. Steven must have heard what he said from the bedroom, because I could hear him laughing too. Finally the guy left and we just used our last half hour together talking and cracking jokes. It was great.
The next day at school went along slowly like it always did. But there was a slight difference this time. I looked around at the kids in my class, in my grade, and they all just seemed like...'less' to me. It's hard to explain, but all the kids that I thought it would be cool to be friends with, that I wanted to hang out and party with, that I admired and wanted to be like, now I looked at them and they might as well have all been the same person. They were predictable, faceless, without any real charm or personality at all. Maybe it was just because I compared them all to Steven in one way or another. And they just didn't add up, hell, half of them didn't even matter anymore. I felt good about just being myself, because if a guy as great as Steven was attracted to me, the REAL me, then I must have done something right. Sure, I still talked to people, but it wasn't like before. I almost felt like I didn't even need anybody else in my life. I even had to be careful when I spoke, because no matter what anybody said I would bring up Steven's name or relate it to some joke that he told me, or something that we talked about. I had to be careful not to say his name too much, or people would definitely think I was obsessed, not that I wasn't.
Then it happened, for the first time since we had been together, I saw Steven in the hallways at school. My heart was instantly lifted and I ran over to his locker to say hello. "Hey man! What's up?"
Steven looked up at me and seemed a little surprised to see me at first, then he shyly said, "...Hi." under his breath and looked around the hallway to see all the kids passing by. It was odd, like he didn't even know me. Maybe he had just had a bad day or something.
"So, are you coming over today?" I said, and then I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "No annoying repair guy this time." And I snickered heartily.
But Steven seemed to cringe at the fact that I said it out loud. He was slightly cowering away from me all of the sudden and I just didn't get it. I asked him if something was wrong, but he just said, "Look, not here okay. I'll meet you at your place later."
"Well...I can wait for you if you want, we can take the bus together..."
"I said I'll meet you later dude!" He said in a loud whisper. "Now watch out, I've gotta get to class." Then he just walked away. What the hell was that about? Steven was being awfully shifty all of the sudden. Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong? Was it some unrelated problem in his school, or was it me? I spent the rest of the day replaying every minute I had spent with Steven the day before, wondering if I had pissed him off or something. But I couldn't think of one minute that we were alone that he didn't have a smile on his face. Weird. He came over later and I was expecting him to tell me what happened, give me some terrible story about getting an F on a test or a teacher that embarrassed him in front of the whole class or something...but he never brought it up. He was back to his normal self and the two of us had a ball making out and watching TV. I thought that maybe it was just one of those freak occurrences. But I later found out it wasn't.
A few days later, I walked past him in the hall and got pretty much the same treatment. He completely shied away from me and hardly said a word to me at all. He didn't even make eye contact. It was like he didn't want to be associated with me, like he didn't want to be seen with me, and it hurt more than you could ever imagine. Sure, he would come over after school and be all happy and fun, but whenever we were in public, it was the same old shit, and I was getting tired of it fast. Finally, one day I sat in the bleachers while he was at basketball practice, watching him play and trying not to fall in love with him all over again. I had to keep myself focused, it was time to get to the bottom of this. I saw him look at me from the court a few times to see if I was still there, but he just tried to ignore me. That's when the little stinging pain in my gut started to turn to full blown anger and I was determined to find out just what the fuck was going on here.
I caught him after practice walking out with his buddies and asked him if I could talk to him for a minute. "What?" He said.
"Dude, what's the matter with you? Why are you ignoring me all of the sudden, I don't get it?"
"Look, not now okay?" He said, and he started to walk away from me. I grabbed his arm and turned him around so he could talk to me, but he pulled away from me. "What are you doing? Get your hands off me!"
"Steven...what's with you? I just....I just want you to talk to me." I said, my anger reverting back to hurtful emotions and confusion. "If it was something I did, I'm sorry."
"Jeremy...God, can we just talk about this later? I don't want to do this right now."
Why was he doing this? Why was he hurting me like this for no reason? "Steven...please..."
"Later! Alright? Geez!" Then he just walked away. I stood there, watching him run to catch up with his buddies and climb in to their car. As he drove past, I saw him look at me out of the window, and I knew that he could see the hurt on my face, and something told me that he felt it too. I went home feeling alone, like my little dreamworld had been shattered. I guess my perfect boyfriend was just too good to be true, too good to be real. My heart wouldn't stop hurting, even when I tried to laugh, it just wasn't genuine. It felt fake and I couldn't get myself to get over it. I wanted so badly to know what was wrong, wanted to know if I could possibly give Steven anymore of myself to make him like me more. But I had given him my heart and soul, totally, in every way, how could I possibly give him any more? The phone rang and it was Steven on the other end. He said he was coming over, and he sounded all happy and cheerful, like this afternoon had never happened. Was he a schizophrenic or what? I didn't even want to see him right then, but before I could say no, he had hung up and was already on his way. I sulked in he living room until he got there, still baffled at what the hell was happening between us.
The doorbell rang and I let him in, siting on the couch. Steven came in talking and chatting and telling me he had written a new poem just for me on the bus ride over. But it was all a fake. I could tell that he was just trying to dodge the issue and silently make up for what he did to me earlier. I didn't want gifts, I didn't want affection, what I wanted was an explanation. I was cold to him the whole time he was there, and he noticed but tried to keep talking, hoping that I would forget the whole thing and just get back to 'normal'. Not this time, the game was over.
"Aren't you even gonna tell me why?" I said, stopping in mid sentence.
"Why what?"
"You know what I'm talking about. What? You don't want to be seen with me all of the sudden?" I said, turning to stare him right in those emerald green eyes of his.
"Jeremy, dude...don't take it so personal. It's not that I don't like you or anything..."
"So what is it?"
"I just...look, don't worry about it so much. God, you're getting so touchy all of the sudden."
"I'M getting touchy?!?! You act like you don't even know me when I talk to you at school! Then you run over here and act all happy and shit so you can get off and go home. Is that all you want?"
Steven seemed to be really hurt by what I said, but in my mind it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. "Jeremy, don't say that. I love you."
"So why don't you act like it and stop pushing me away." I didn't hear a reply for a few seconds and looked back into his eyes to see what was happening. He was starting to cry, and his eyes released two tears simultaneously, the drops rolling down his face. The site made me tear up too, but I was trying to stay strong until I got to the bottom of this. So I turned my back on him, knowing well that a tear from Steven's eyes would force me to break down and forgive him immediately.
"Jeremy...look, I don't...that is..." He didn't know how to say it, or how to explain it, but I was going to make certain that he was going to at least give it a shot this time. "I don't exactly know how to handle this, okay? I mean, I want to be with you all the time, but...at the same time, I don't want everybody to know about us. Please understand that it has nothing to do with you or us."
I turned around and even though I knew what he was saying, it didn't hurt any less. "I'm not asking you to make out with me in study hall...I just want to be able to talk to you once in a while."
"That's just it, Jeremy. I can't stop there, I don't know how. If you and me start talking all I can think about is holding you, touching you, kissing you...it's so strong that there's no way for me to hide it from them. When I look into your eyes I see everything that I've ever wanted or needed in my life, and I don't want to have to talk to you and hold back what I feel. I wish this wasn't so complicated. If you were a girl we wouldn't have this problem."
"If I was a girl, I wouldn't have your favorite body part either." I joked. I really wanted to be able to show Steven how much I loved him everywhere I went, but he was right, it was kind of hard to hide when we were together. I never knew when I was going to reach out and touch him, or call his name, or lean on his shoulder. I even had to consciously stop myself from dreaming about during most of the day. Yeah, it would be very difficult to hide indeed. But why should we have to hide it at all? I agreed with Steven one hundred percent...I wish this wasn't so complicated. My little joke seemed to make Steven smile a little and he wiped the stray tears from his eyes. It had barely been a week, and it felt like we shared so much. Then, he leaned forward and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you Jeremy. I owe you so much. You understand me better than anybody, and I love you with all my heart."
We held that embrace for a while before he got up to go home, but by the time he had hit the front door he had changed his mind. "So we're cool right? I'm sorry for being such a jerk today. This whole thing is still kind of new to me." I told him that I forgave him and he walked over to give me another hug, tighter than the last time. Hugging Steven was such an incredible experience, his slim hips and sleek body just felt so good in my arms. He would always wrap his arms around my neck and would basically stand on his tiptoes slightly in order to get a better grip. His thighs would rub up against mine and his soft breath would dash past my ear as his chin rested on my shoulder. Every hug he ever gave me made me shiver, and this one was one of the best.
Neither one of us wanted to let go, we just stood there, feeling our warm passion pass between our bodies. While still hugging him, I moved one hand up to sooth his silky brown hair, and the second I touched it, he began kissing lightly at my neck. I already knew where this was going. I took a step back towards my room and Steven, still wrapped in my loving arms, followed without resistance. We walked in and he shut the door behind us. He started to undress and even though he had a head start, I beat him to being totally naked. We took a moment to admire each other's tight teenaged bodies, God his golden tan made him look so hot. I was suddenly struck with a strange feeling of disbelief, as though this couldn't possibly be happening. I was so in love with Steven that it just didn't make sense for him to love me back. That stuff happens in movies and fairy tales...but not in real life. Does it? Steven giggled shyly at me examine his body from head to toe, and he moved forward to hug me again, this time with his hardness rubbing the inside of my thigh and poking me under my tight round sack. I nearly lost every breath I'd ever taken in my life.
I leaned back to gasp for air, and Steven kissed his way across my adam's apple to the other side of my neck. Then, with the slightest bit of pressure, Steven pushed me back on the bed and slowly crawled on top of me. He licked my lips and rested his firm ass right on the tip of my aching cock. I was so turned on that I was leaking like crazy, and he must have felt it because he started rubbing his ass back and forth over my wet tip. I shuddered, my lips trembling with the sensation, and he kissed me, his tongue gently gyrating and writhing in my mouth slowly as he drew the breath from my body. I said it before and I'll say it again, he's an awesome kisser!
As I leaked even more pre-cum out of pure horniness, he rubbed more and more around his taut little pucker. And the more he rubbed it in, the more turned on I was and I leaked even more of my precious fluids. Soon, he was wet and ready for me to enter him, and I couldn't have been more ready. Steven broke our kiss long enough to give me a look of heart bursting desire, before positioning my stiff member at the constricted opening of his hot tunnel. He leaned back slowly and I felt my cock pressed hard against his anus, but it seemed too small, too tight for me to break through. He leaned back more and tried to force it a little bit, but it made my dick bend and he was having trouble feeling comfortable with it. It was a bit uncomfortable for the both of us at first, but we kept at it, and we kept trying. I was surprised I was able to stay hard as much as I was concentrating on solving the problem. He was certainly lubricated enough. Then, he tried one last time, relaxing his muscles a little bit, and surprisingly, I penetrated my young lover with hardly any resistance at all. I had about two inches of myself inside of him and his ass clamped down on my cock hard as soon as I passed his tiny ring. God he was so tight that his anal walls had a strangle hold on my cock and the heat was unbelievable. Steven let it stay there for a while and went back to kissing me for a few seconds. Then he would slide down another inch or so before clamping tightly on me again and going back to his passionate lip lock. I still can't believe that I held out as long as I did. His ass slowly swallowing my engorged hard on inch by inch while his tongue displayed talents in my mouth that seemed to defy physics. My hands went back to grab a hold of his warm cheeks and I kneaded the soft meat around my cock, turning Steven on even more. Then, I felt a dribble of his pre-cum hit my stomach as his straining cock released a steady stream of the clear liquid. I touched my finger to the tip of it and brought it to my lips, making sure that Steven had some to taste as well. I let one of my hands take hold of his cock and I began to stroke it slowly whispering, "I don't ever want to be away from you. You make me so complete." And with that said, Steven sighed sensuously, and his ass slid the rest of the way down my shaft, his cute little bottom resting on my balls.
He asked if I was ready and I nodded breathlessly. Then, he pulled up slowly, his ass sucking and massaging my cock, overwhelming me with unimaginable ecstasy. The only thing that felt better than him raising up off of me, was the feeling he gave me when he sat back down, once again bathing me in his intense thermal heat. The soft, tight, wetness of his blazing hot insides were constantly moving, grinding, pulsing and spasming around my dick and forcing me over the edge quickly. I straightened out my legs, hoping that maybe it would help me to hold out for just a few seconds longer, but as he rode me faster and faster, I began to lose control. I was now forcing my hips up into him from off the bed, and he was moaning with delight. My balls were jumping up to slap gently against his smooth round globes and I was breathing so hard that I was starting to break a sweat. The bed squeaked beneath us as Steven bobbed up and down on me time and time again, every single up and down movement feeling like 2 or 3. I was whimpering loudly with every thrust and Steven leaned over to kiss me deeply, his ass still hugging tightly to my shaft. Feeling his lips against mine, his gentle boy breath entering my mouth, his soft brown hair falling into both of our eyes, was just too much for my body to take. I erupted inside of him with an orgasm that beat all others. I saw stars, fireworks, the whole world and everything in it was jammed into one initial spurt of cum that shot deep into Steven's insides. He wiggled his ass back and forth as he felt me squirting inside of him, and that made my tip so sensitive that I almost screamed. Then he shot off in my hands as I jacked him off furiously, his semen lubricating my hands with a thin layer of juice which made my motions even more unbearable on his tender meat. I was still shooting, almost 15 to 20 spurts, when he collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing hard, sweating, our hair sticking to our heads, it was great.
Steven started to roll off of me, but I didn't let him, I held him there on top of me, enjoying the feel of his ripe young body against mine. We both sighed out loud at the same time, and giggled madly after hearing it. There couldn't have been anybody more perfect for me than my Steven. We would eventually learn to be more open, more friendly towards each other. Hell, this was just beginning, and now that our love had been defined between us, there was no stopping it. It would soon grow beyond us, beyond hiding, beyond society and our families and our school. Soon, it would swallow us both and we'd be forever trapped in love's warm embrace. There's no place I'd rather be, not even in my wildest dreams.
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