Stirrings

Lying on the bank of the creek I keep a façade of casual aloofness but inside I felt a shortness of breath and the rapid beating of my heart. All weekend it had been this way. Most of the time I kept it in check, kept my eyes diverted at the appropriate times, and avoided letting an emotion show on my face. We were just two guys out camping, friends since seventh grade when Ian’s family moved to the area. His father took some office position at the forestry office. We were in the forestry grounds now, some mile or so from the nearest main road, having backpacked in on Friday afternoon after school.

Along the creek there were hardwood trees, huge massive things that canopied over the creek. Upstream there was a magnolia lying across the creek and its trunk turned upward then continued growing toward the sky. It was obvious it had been like this for decades. But this natural woodland was a cheat. A façade along the creek, for less than a hundred feet away from each bank the woods became a pine stand. Nearly straight rows of trees that towered over the ground. You can see three hundred feet or more under their canopy. And there lingered the smell of burnt debris from the control burn of last year.

After hiking in, we set up camp in a small clearing up on the bank and swam in the creek till the cold spring waters had us blue and shivering. We built a fire and grilled hot dogs, then we found a place where the tree canopy was open to the sky and stared up at the stars and the occasional satellite that streaked across sky, its light appearing to blink. We woke late and ate breakfast bars then hiked a trail that led to another creek, one so small and shallow we could walk up his sandy bottom in our bare feet.  Back at the camp site that afternoon, the sun low enough to cast long shadows across the creek, we stripped off our clothes and swam. I climbed out after getting cold and slipped on my cargo shorts and lay on the sandy bank. Ian stayed in the water and I watched him as we talked about graduation in four weeks. There was no longer a glare of light off the crystal-clear waters and everything below their surface was visible, including the nakedness of Ian as he lazily floated back and forth in front of me.

He was my closest friend, and at times the notion of something more crept into my thoughts. The idea there could be more between us. It was foolish to think so, and if I ever messed up and let him know and it got out, then there would be hell to pay back in school. And at home, and in church, and over in town. Yesterday when we first came down to the creek and he stripped off all his clothes I had stood on the bank, surprised at his boldness. We might have been a long way from the main road, but the forest office has people in the woods all the time, and you never knew when Sally or Jason would come walking up. But the look Ian gave me, and his response was etched into my brain.

“Come on Sean, it’s just us. I hate wearing clothes. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”

He was right, we had seen each other naked. But that had been three years ago, and some things have changed since then. This inner turmoil was worse, and he had filled out. His torso had definition, contours and shapes of him becoming a man. The curving line of his narrow waist, tapering into a ‘v’. I think he still wore size 30 jeans. And there was his skin tone. Against the sand I saw a similar tone, one that seemed to match up with his light brown hair. And he was smooth. A small patch of pubic hair with the faintest trail upward that tapered out before it reached his navel. Under each arm there was practically none and I doubted he had to shave very often. This morning I noticed he showed very little beard growth.

I was so different from him. Fair white skin and dark hair, and I did need to shave often. I felt the stubble around my chin and jaw this morning when I washed my face. And I did have hair on my chest and a defined trial down my stomach. And my legs were hairy. And I was leaner in build, still flat down my chest to my stomach. I wondered how he viewed me. Did he see someone less mature or more mature?  Did he even consider our differences? Did he even care?

I watched him roll to his back and float past. His cock and balls were shrunk up from the cold, but even then, I couldn’t take my eyes from them. I knew how much longer that cock could hang lose. I didn’t know how large it would get hard, but I could guess. I knew how large I got, and we were similar in size. It was their shapes that differed. I had a narrow arrow shaped head and his flared out wider. My cock was the same white skin tone and his was darker than the rest of him.

I watched him roll over and slowly swim back upstream, his legs and arms moving just fast enough to propel him against the current. His ass curved up out of the water and I wondered how firm it would feel to the touch. I wondered how dark his skin was between those cheeks. Dark like his cock, or darker? The image of me pushing my face to his ass formed and I stopped it by standing up, grabbing up my shirt.

“I’m going to the camp site and stroke up the fire” I called out across the creek.

“Wait up, I’ll go with you. My teeth are starting to chatter.”

I watched him wade out, water cascading down his body. His cock moved with his stride and I diverted my eyes to where his clothes lay. I watched him gather them up expecting him to slip on the shorts at least but he held them in one hand and walked toward me. For a brief second I looked at his nakedness then turned toward to the campsite.

I sensed him right behind me. I sensed his exposed body, so close I could almost feel it. I thought of last night, the two of us stripped to our boxers and lying on top of our sleeping bags. It was still so warm, even at that late hour, and it felt good, laying there nearly naked letting the slowly cooling night air settle over us. I had struggled with trying not to look at him, but I did, out of the corner of my eye as I listened to him talk about some new video game that was coming out on Monday.

As I put wood on the fire, I looked through the shimmering air and smoke, watched him toss his clothes into the tent and come back sitting in one of the camp chairs, the type that sat low to the ground. The low position forced his legs out and he spread them revealing himself to me even more. I fumbled with a broken branch, pushed over the wood and had to rework it to get it burning properly again.

Did he  know what effect he was having on me? Did he understand this was not just two guys camping?

“You about ready to eat or are you good for a while longer?” I asked as I eased back from the fire and down into my own camp chair.

“I’m good for now” Ian replied as he absentmindedly scratched at his inner thigh then tugged on his cock.

“Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you break up with Amy? Seriously, what was the real reason?”

We had started dating in the eleventh grade, went to the prom and the dances, attending the football games, and all the other things two young people do on dates. And there was the sex, awkward at first, then great for a long time, then in the last few months, awkward again. Awkward not like before, where we could share in our naivety and ignorance, learning from each other what felt good. This awkwardness was the nagging sensation something was wrong. Ian and I had not hung out as much for he had been dating Madison. We had double dated and the four of us hung out in town on weekends, but Ian and I rarely were alone with each other.

That changed when he broke up with Madison last November. I remember how weird it was at first, then he began to want to hang out, just the two of us. Over the Christmas break it was easy to juggle my time between Amy and Ian for Amy worked at her mother’s shop in town during the week so that left time for Ian and me.

There was nothing about our time together that stands out as cataclysmic, some event that brought about the end of my relationship with Amy. But over the next two months things changed. Changed in ways I can’t define. Subtle little shifts in the way I felt. I found myself more interested in hanging out with Ian than with Amy and began to make excuses in order to spend more time with him.

Then there was the lie.

Before it had been so easy to say. I thought it was true. But last February when Amy asked me if I loved her, I said it, but deep inside I didn’t feel it. Whatever I had felt was gone. It was only a few days later there was a reckoning. She caught me in a lie about hanging out with Ian, then she questioned me again and this time I didn’t lie.

“I told you. I just didn’t love her. There was something missing and our dating felt like a lie.”

“But what changed?”

It was on the tip of my tongue. I almost said it. I almost told him it was because of him. But I threw my head back and watched the smoke drift upward, thinning out as it did, till I couldn’t see it any longer.

“I just…didn’t want to be with her.” Then I looked at him through the smoke, suddenly embolden to tell the truth, or at least part of it. “It got to where I had rather hang out with you playing video games or knocking around than spend time with her.”

I saw him shift in the chair, cross his legs at the ankles and lean back. Without him looking my way I let myself really look at him. His cock hung loosely between his thighs. It was longer, stretched out, more so than usual. Was he partially aroused? Was it because he was naked?

“What about you? What really happened between Madison and you?”

He sat up and looked my way, a prolonged silence between us before finally answering.

“I don’t know, Sean. I really don’t. I just didn’t want to go out with her anymore.”

“Was there someone else? One of the other girls at school, or maybe one from town that captured your eye?”

“No.” The answer had been quick, with no emotion behind it. Nothing to reveal more than just the word itself.

“So, you’d rather spend your time with me?” I asked with a joking tone, but I meant it. I wanted to know if there was anything with Ian that mirrored how I felt. Anything at all.

He scoffed at first, then laughed. He sat up and leaned forward with elbows on knees. “I do have more fun with you. I…”  His voice trailed off, and I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell across the narrow clearing for him to spit it out, to tell me what he was thinking.

“Yeah, but the sex sucks” I joked again. I thought I was killing the conversation, giving Ian a way to change the subject with my stupid joke. But he remained quiet far too long.

“Ian, I…”

“I have to piss” getting to my feet and walking into the woods away from the heat of the fire, the smoke that billowed upward and the naked boy about to say something I desperately wanted to hear but was still afraid too.

When I came back into the clearing, I found Ian wearing his shorts and pulling out the ready meals that only needed us to add hot water.  The small camp stove sat on the ground with the gas hooked up and the small pots nearby.

“Stew beef, chicken and rice or…chicken teriyaki with rice? We have two of each one.”

“The chicken teriyaki” I replied as I moved up behind him. His shoulder blades moved beneath the skin and I felt an urge to reach out and touch them, feel their shifting movement. His shorts bowed out at the waist and I could see the top of his ass and the urge to touch him increased. I wanted to slide my hand down into those shorts, let my fingers follow the crack of his ass till I could touch him. I stumbled back and moved around to his side aware of how much worse my imaginings were getting with the two of us alone.

Dinner finished, the pots and forks cleaned, and everything put away, we were going to position our chairs so we could look for Venus in the darkening sky. Ian dropped his chair down and I came up to position mine nearby when he knocked it out of my hand. He was being playful, mischievous, laughing as he backed away from me. We smarted off to each other, made bold statements who was stronger, who could take down the other. Before long we were wrestling, trying to get the upper hand on the other, force them down on the ground. We pushed and tugged till we were breathing hard and began to sweat.

And I felt it, this arousal I was afraid to give name to, the stirrings within my cargo shorts as I felt the heat of his body. The flex of muscle and the quivering skin as he pushed against me. I felt his hot breath on my shoulder when he tried to wrap his arms around my waist and I almost gave in to him, let him take me down for the contact between us it would afford. But I fought back, afraid to stop. I had to keep up the charade, keep up the macho bravado. My arms shook from my exertions as I tried to gain leverage over him. And he mirrored my efforts.

We pushed each other around, moved back and forth over the uneven ground till I tripped. I went down sideways and struggled to catch myself. Then I was on my back, the wind knocked out of me, not helped by the weight of Ian on top. He was looking into my face, sweat trickling through the dirt on his own and each exhale he made I felt. I felt his body undulating with his panting. I felt his knee wedged up between my legs tight to my body. I felt my cock stir with arousal.

“Sorry, I tripped” I uttered, still breathing hard.

“It’s okay. Are you hurt?”

“No. And you?”

“I’m good” he replied as he still lay on me.

I wanted to lean up and kiss him. I wanted to reach up and hold him around the waist or slide my hands over the curve of his ass. I wanted to push up and make my cock grow harder. I wanted him to feel it.

“You gonna get up?” I asked instead.

“Oh, yeah” he replied as he pushed up and got on his knees between my legs.

I looked down my sweaty, dirt stained chest and stomach and saw my shorts tenting out, my erection pushing upward. I tried to roll over quickly, hoping Ian had not really noticed, but as I did, he pushed down on my leg and stared down at me.

“You…” he stammered not knowing how to say what he wanted. He held my leg down and adjusted his own crotch and I saw for the fist time his shorts were tented outward as well, more so than my own. He wasn’t wearing underwear and there was less to push against. I saw the outline of it, the way it lay to the left, the thick shaft evident now that I knew to look for it.

I watched his hand hover over my leg, then move upward till it hovered over my crotch. It moved down closer, barely an inch over my cock and I flexed with arousal at the prospects of him touching me. I sat up, leaning on one elbow and reached out to him. I didn’t hesitate. We were beyond any more doubts, beyond any need for lies or concealment. I touched him, let my fingers move along that thick shaft. It flexed against them. Ian’s hand came down on me, groped me, squeezing and tugging on my cock. I tugged on the button of his shorts getting it to slip free and kept tugging forcing the zipper down. I saw him do the same. He tugged the button lose, worked the zipper down and pushed my shorts open revealing the blue boxers beneath. My cock pushed up tenting them and I watched his fingers snaked through the fly and touch me, bare skin to bare skin and I cried out.

I felt his touch, those fingers trace along my cock and around the head. I flexed with the stimulation as I watched Ian, his eyes focused on his manipulations, this slow feeling of my cock. I felt confined suddenly, my shorts and boxers constricting. I wanted to be naked, I wanted to lay there fully exposed to Ian, open to his touches. Open to whatever he wanted to do.

I raised my ass and pushed everything down, working the boxers over my cock. With him between my legs he had to help work the shorts and boxers down my legs till I lay naked before him. He stared at me, not moving for far too long. In my mind I begged him to touch me, to let me feel his hand on me again. When he finally began to move, I held my breath.

He eased down between my legs, lying on his side over one leg. His face was right at my cock and I watched as he lifted it up, staring at it, his eyes so focused I wondered how he saw it. His thumb raked over the head and I shuddered as he moved closer. I felt his warm exhales on my cock and my abdomen. I felt his tongue touch the slit, then his lips kiss it. They moved down my shaft till they were at the base. I lay with fists balled up tight, and I moaned when I felt his tongue drag over my nuts working them around within the sac. That tongue moved over the sac then slowly up my shaft and around the head.

“Ian” I uttered, and he cut his eyes up at me as he put his lips to the head and let it slip through. He struggled with his own shorts, pushing them down, then working his legs to get them off as his mouth moved on my cock. Up and down those lips dragged along its length as he took his own in hand and slowly stroked it to full hardness.

I watched him take me, watched his hand on his own cock, wanting it to be me doing it. “Ian, move around so I can do you” I whispered, afraid to speak too loudly, afraid I’d break this spell that had overcome Ian, made him do the things I wanted. This moment seemed fragile, barely contained between us. He rose to hands and knees and shifted around and lay beside me, my cock at his head and his at mine. Sixty-nine…it was called sixty-nine I thought as I looked at the dark-skinned cock in my face. I moved to it, held it out and took it in my mouth. I pushed down till it filled my mouth and I felt Ian shudder.

We worked each other till I thought I would come, then Ian pulled back. “Not yet” he uttered and moved away from me, his cock hard as rock and glistening wetly from my manipulations. I rolled to my back and watched him shift around. He moved up between my legs and I parted them some more giving him more room. His hands took me behind the knees and lifted each leg, bringing them to his chest.

“Can I fuck you?” Ian asked as he scooted closer.

I put my hands flat on the ground on either side of by body and relaxed to his manipulation of my body, the slow push back, folding my legs over my torso, raising my ass up off the ground. “Yes…do it. Put it in me” I whispered, shocked by my confession, this desire to be fucked by another guy. He moved over me, his chest pressing against the back of my legs. I felt the warmth of his body, the undulation of his breathing, then I felt his cock touch me. He raked it up and down my ass. He pushed against my tightness, then moved his cock in circular motions over it. I lay back, eyes closed, savoring the feel of it. This touch. This push to enter me. I pushed upward when I felt him push again. I felt the stretch of my hole opening to him, felt his cock squeeze through my tightness as I held my breath, teeth clinched tight, shivering with his penetration. Ian exhaled deeply, holding still letting me relax to it. I settled my breathing and relaxed, felt myself open to him. He pushed again and inch after inch sank into my depths till his abdomen pressed against my ass. I had all of him.

Ian rested on his hands and knees with me folded in half underneath him, and slowly, gently, pulled outward. I felt the tug of his cock as it moved through my tightness, then a brief stillness, followed by the push inward, slowly. I felt every inch push back into me. It felt impossibly deep within, this penetration. Ian kept working his cock in me, slowly, till I felt my tightness loosen to him, felt myself relax to his fuck.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder” I uttered as I raked my hands over his body. I felt the muscles in his back flex and shift with his movements. I felt the wetness of his skin, the heat of it. Sliding my hands down his back I felt the curvature of his ass as I cupped each firm cheek urging him to fuck me harder.

He began to piston in my hole faster, a rhythm that pushed me down against the ground and rocked me every time he smacked against my ass. I held on to him as he moved faster and faster. Our breathing became ragged, both panting for breath. Sweat dripped down on me and I saw rivulets cascading down his face, his chest and from under each arm. His face reddened and his body revealed a muscular definition no gym could produce. Every muscle thickened, hardened, till each one was clearly defined against his skin. I ran my hands up his back and felt the hardness of him, this masculinity, and I pushed upward with my ass to accept him, to take his fuck as deeply as I could.

He rose up and grabbed my wrists, pushing them down on the ground over my head. He pinned me down and fucked me harder and I cried out, the sound of it echoing through the trees. Then he leaned down closer and kissed me.

I kissed him back, then he kissed across my face, down along the left side till he was at the ear and he tongued it, sucked the lobe into his mouth and tugged on it. Then he whispered into it.

“I’m going to cum.”

He fell out of rhythm, thrusting into my hole harder, rougher, jabbing his cock into me as if he was trying to push his entire being inside me. Then his head rose up and he cried out, shaking with his release.

Spent, he lay on me breathing hard, and I became painfully aware of my own erection trapped between us. I pushed up with my hips further stimulating my arousal. I wanted to cum too, needed to cum and I guided Ian to roll off. He watched me as I reached down to take myself in hand, eager to stroke myself to release.

“NO!” Ian exclaimed, knocking my hand away. He leaned over and kissed me, and with lips still touching mine, “let me.”

He got on his knees and straddled my waist and I was surprised by the insinuation. Was he really going to let me fuck him? He took my cock and held it up as he moved over it. I watched as his body lowered to my wet leaking cock. I felt the pressure against it as he pressed down. I felt the squeeze on the head as it penetrated through the tight opening making him shudder. He threw his head back, mouth open and gave a strangled cry as I watched my cock disappear into his body.

He moved up and down, taking me slowly. His hole gripped me so tightly I wondered how I was able to breach it. Then I wondered if I had felt so tight. I watched him move upward, then down, taking more and more of my cock till he was sitting on my waist, cock buried all the way inside him. He opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling mischievously as he leaned forward and took my wrist once again and held me down. Somehow, he knew, sensed this arrangement we would share, me submissive to him, whether he was fucking me or the other way around. He knew I wanted him to have control and he took it, holding me down as he worked his ass on my cock. I felt the upward tug then the push down, the pace increasing faster and faster till he was riding me roughly.

Even held down, I could still move, still undulate my body, pushing upward, increasing my arousal. I thrust upward as he moved down and he cried out with the impact between us. The smack of his ass against my waist seemed far too loud.

He grew fatigued, his pace slowed just when I wanted it to increase. I wanted him, wanted to feel my cock inside him, thrusting into his depths. My submissiveness eroded, a shift occurred between us and I rolled him over on his back and fell into position between his legs. I plunged into his depths and began to fuck. I fucked to cum, driving into him hard. He lay submissive and let me have my way. I fucked till burning up, sweat pouring down my face. My skin felt electrified, every touch more sensitive. I bit his neck, tugged on his ear and kissed him roughly as I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his heels dig into my lower back.

“FUCK” I cried out and filled Ian with my cum.

We staggered to our feet, both of us dripping with the last of our loads and our bodies covered in sweat and dirt. We were filthy and giddy with what we had done. Ian took my hand and led me to the creek where we waded out and submerged in the cold waters shocking our overheated bodies. We came up and moved to waist deep waters and bathed each other, rubbed the remaining dirt from the other’s skin. Then we kissed once again, but this time it wasn’t in the overheated moment of sex, but it was more intimate, something more personal than even the sex itself.

Ian’s hand reached my cock just as I reached his. We toyed with each other, tugged and stroked till we were erect again. I guided Ian up to shallower water that swirled around our ankles as I moved in front of him and bent over, giving myself to him again. I held my ass cheeks spread apart, looking over my shoulder. I know how I looked.  I know how I sounded.

“Ian, fuck me…fuck me again. I want to fill you inside me again…PLEASE” I pleaded till he moved closer, pushed his cock to my hole and eased into me all the way. One hand came down on my back and held me bent over and the other held my waist. His hips soon began to smack against my ass, and I cried out, uttered profanities letting them echo along the creek tearing at the silence. I rocked with his fuck, roughly, nearly loosing my balance. He pushed in all the way and stopped. I began to protest until I his hands wrapped around my torso and pulled me upright against his chest and his cock began to piston in my hole once again. He pushed upward sinking into my depths over and over till my own cock bobbed up and down and drooled down to the water’s surface. He bearhugged us together, grinding his hips against my ass as he plunged into my depths. He kissed the back of my neck then nipped at my shoulder making me shudder from the pain and the pleasure of it. I took my own cock in hand and stroked till my hand was slick, and I stroked faster, falling in rhythm to Ian’s fuck.

I came first, my body rocking and shuddering with the release. Cum arched out from my cock spattering across the water’s surface as I felt my hole spasm around Ian. It was overpowering the sensations created. Ian’s cock thrusting into me as I came. As wad after wad ejaculated from my cock my hole gripped Ian tighter till he cried out and shoved into me harder, grinding his hips against my ass. I knew by his shuddering body he was filling my hole once again.

At school the next Monday, we tried to play it cool, to act as always. But that morning when hanging out waiting for the first bell we sat next to each other on a bench and bumped knees, angled elbows out touching the other. We didn’t say anything about the weekend, but we gave each other wicked smiles till someone asked what we were up to.

In the corridor we couldn’t stop the need to smile at the other and at lunch we sat opposite each other as usual, but our feet touched constantly. One time I felt his shoe slide up my ankle. It was like in movies, this subtle flirting and I had to look away and hold my breath. When we finished lunch, we went outside to the courtyard where benches lined the walk running down its middle. We sat next to each other and continued touching each other in subtle ways.  I leaned back at one point, hands gripping the back edge and stretched out, feet straight out in front of me. Ian was telling a couple of the guys about us fishing the creek last weekend (which we did do but not like he was saying) and how he caught the most. As he told this little white lie he would reach over and touch me when he was referencing me. Nothing unusual; a finger pushing against my thigh, a backhand gesture against my chest or stomach or a bro hug, putting me in a head lock. Most of the time I could handle it, but while leaned back he put his hand on my stomach, just above my low waisted jeans and I felt it, this arousal I tried to control. I felt my cock stir and for a moment I wanted him to roll that hand down to my cock, to take me in hand. I tried to stifle the image, think of something else. When he removed his hand, I saw where my cock was pushing at the front of my jeans. Nothing too noticeable but it was there, the evidence of his effect on me. When final bell rang, and everyone headed out to leave we moved to a corner of the courtyard and talked about when we could get together again and how we needed to study this week for final exams. We knew we had to stay apart till they were over.

Then the next weekend we found ourselves alone at his house on Friday night, and Saturday night we cruised around in town meeting up with friends until around nine thirty when we eased off and went to the national forest, going down one of the better fire lanes away from prying eyes. Sunday, we drove into town for an early lunch then parked behind an industrial building and fucked in the front seat, daringly we got completely naked. Then we washed my truck to get the cum off the dash and mats.

By the time graduation arrived, I noticed the looks. Our classmates were questioning the way we were behaving. We were loser around each other, touching more than usual, and laughing at comments whispered. But we didn’t stop.

There was to be a party at David’s after graduation, some bonfire in the pasture behind the barn and grills fired up. They were going to hang out all night, then watch the sun come up. We knew most of our classmates were going to be there and our friends assumed we would be there too. But Ian and I made other plans.

We saw the skyline miles before getting to it. The skyscrapers towering above the tree line in front of us. We drove the multi-lane interstate into the city, passed by the enormous airport and after several more miles finally arrived in the center of town, the interstate curving around the main district then turning north where we exited for Midtown. Ian and I pooled our money and had a room waiting at a hotel near the main park. In the past we had only driven around the city with our family heading north to vacation in DC or Savannah. This would actually be our first time off the interstate and in the city. It was also the first time we were truly on our own, to go where we wanted, responsible for where we ate, slept and what we did to be entertained.

We arrived early afternoon on Friday, checked into the hotel and after cleaning up, we headed out. We walked the main mall, drove around the area, finding a small clothing store that catered to gay men. Back in Midtown we walked around the park then made our way to some local retail centers in old renovated buildings. For dinner we made reservations, amazed at how late they were. We arrived as requested and found the other patrons mostly men. It was surprising to see such open displays, to see businesses catering to gay men in such a way.

I wondered how Ian felt about it, all the eyes following us across the dining room as we were led to our table.

After dinner we went back to the hotel. It had been odd having other men nod or smile our way as we sat at the table. I knew some were flirting with us, but it was still strange. In the hotel room Ian went into the bathroom and I to the window. We were on the twelfth floor overlooking the park and surrounding business district and I stood there watching the late-night traffic, the pedestrians down below and the lights of the buildings to my left. What was it like to live in such an environment? I couldn’t fathom it, the openness of it all. I heard the bathroom door and saw in the window Ian’s reflection as he came out. He was naked, and he turned toward me. When he killed the bathroom light, his reflection disappeared. But I felt his approach. Sensed him getting closer till his arms came around my body and hugged me. I felt his nakedness against my back, then his hand travel downward till it was toying with me.

“Ian?”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“We’re standing at the window.”

“I know…let them watch” Ian replied, then I felt his kiss, gently at the back of my neck. He began to unbutton my shirt till it fell open and he slipped it off my shoulders. He turned me sideways and stepped in front of me going to his knees. I watched him mouth my cock through my jeans, burying his face in my crotch exhaling warm air through them. He pulled the button lose, then dragged the zipper down burying his face into the opening. I felt his mouth on my cock. As my jeans went down his mouth worked on me. I grew erect and he put the head of my cock into his mouth till the fabric of my boxers was soaking wet.

Ian pulled the boxers down leaving me naked and he took me in his mouth. I closed my eyes and braced myself on his shoulders as I savored the feel of it. The lips dragging up and down the shaft, the tongue that raked over it and around the head and the slight suction he’d do to it making me shudder.

His mouth pulled off leaving me hard and wet. When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me taking my hand.

“Come on” said Ian as he led me to the bed. He pushed me down on it and stood between my legs. I watched, still aroused by his mere nudity. The masculine chest and stomach, the cock half hard and the nuts hanging loose. He moved over me, held my wrist down on the bed and sat on my waist. He had my cock pinned between us and I pushed up as he ground down on it. He smiled, wickedly, then kissed me as he rocked his ass back and forth making me more aroused. I wanted him, whatever he wanted to do.

He sat up, then raised his body while taking me in hand. As we had done before, I watched him lower himself, felt the pressure on my cock, then the squeeze on the head as it breached his tight opening. I held still, shallow breathing through my mouth, and watched my cock disappear inside him.

He moved on me slowly, gently, and I could feel every inch of my cock slide through his tightness. The grip it had on my shaft as he moved down then back up. Then there was a loosening of his hole, and he moved faster, with an urgency, till he was bouncing on my lap. The bed squeaked with our fuck, the rhythmic nature of it. I sat up and hugged his body to my chest and kissed it, licked the skin tasting the saltiness of it, then I moved to his right nipple. I felt the hard nub with my tongue, then I kissed it, sucked on it till he shivered, then I nipped it with my teeth making him shudder and cry out. He slammed down my cock and shook with the pain of it.

I toyed with his cock, felt the familiar thickness of it fill my hand, the flared head give to my manipulations then leak till my hand was slick with it. He bucked up and down, rode my cock roughly as it did it. When he began to shudder again, I felt wads of cum hit my chin and chest. The smell of it overwhelmed me, made our sex fill the room with more than just the sound of it.

When he slowed, spent from his release, I rolled him to his back and folded him in half. I wanted to fuck, to feel my cock piston in his hole. On my hands and feet, hovering over him, my cock still inside his hole, I hammered it inside him. Roughly, I fucked him, my abdomen bouncing off his ass. He moaned and cried out beneath me, begged me to fuck him harder. His hands raked over my back, then one moved to my chest and twisted and pinched my right nipple. I jammed my cock into him harder.

I fucked to cum and too soon I felt it, the surge of release. I slammed down into his hole and jabbed at it trying to get deeper, to penetrate him a little more. Then I came. I shuddered with the release as my cock exploded, ejaculating over and over till I was spent and couldn’t take further stimulation.

We lay panting for a long time, almost ready to fall asleep. Ian stirred first, standing by the bed. I saw cum trickle down his thigh then looking at my chest, saw Ian’s earlier load starting to dry. He held out his hand and I knew he wanted to take a shower.

Afterward, we lay naked on the bed and watched the lights of the city. Cars moving on the streets, the buildings partially lit up, and the overall glow on the horizon from the city’s reach over the area. I ran fingers through his hair and felt his rub over my thigh. Lazily making circular motions, the touch nothing more than some desire for a constant contact.

The next thing I know the sun is shining in as it rises above the horizon. We are still on the bed, intertwined together, comforted by the other’s presence. We have the rest of the weekend to ourselves, then back home the summer to find those places that I consider ours. Those hidden places, like the site on the creek, or one of the fire lanes, or the seed storage room in dad’s barn, or the parking lot behind the old mill on the east side of town.

And in the fall, we will be going different directions. I’ll go to the local community college then to a trade school and Ian will be at the university only a couple of hours away. We’ve talked about it, planned how to endure this separation, knowing after what seems like an impossibly long four years, we’ll bring our lives back together. That is the plan anyway. We’ll see how life unfolds, but lying here with Ian, it seems real. A plan as set in stone as any one plan can be.