It Had To Be One of Us

FYA: The boys move back and forth; pay attention. And a big shout out to our biggest fan, G. 

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So here we were today, and he’d sucked me off; that’s crude, it’s crude, but I didn’t know how intimate it was till it happened. He took all my pre, chewed on my balls, and had he not caught my head in his mouth he’d have gotten a nose hit of a cream color.

The way he used his mouth and hand as one, the tugging on my ass, the other pulling my balls; I came just in time.

Now, I’ve watched porn, seen guys shoot wads, that’s not me. I cum in a fountain, what would be a shot for some pours from me in a stream. He took it all; couldn’t believe it. I mean, really couldn’t believe it. This was Ryan.

I moved like it was his lips I sought, smiled again, then went at his neck. He squirmed under me and our dicks touched. I thought about last week.

God I hated Dwight.

Ryan could sing but couldn’t play a kazoo too save his life. It was the senior, our thing, you know. Oh how I hate Dwight. We were all eating, Ryan next to me, he squeezed my leg and stood. Ryan walked up and sat next to him at the piano, the mic at his face. I don’t know if everybody saw but  he smiled and winked at me.

‘It’s a human sign, when things go wrong.’ There was a long pause.

“The scent, the scent of you lingered long after you’d gone. Into the boundaries of each of our hearts.” I’m gonna fuckin cry again now.

I mean we had all the tech shit, cameras, a fuckin theater screen behind them, and four hundred of us watched as Ryan sang. He started with his eyes closed, his cheeks so big and pink because his smile was so… wide. ****

“You’re amazing,” I softly said in his ear as I sucked with my eyes closed thinking back. ****

“My Cold, cold heart, it was warmed by you.” And his eyes opened looking straight at me.

He stood walking around the piano; only his face on the screen. “How fucking arrogant can we be, people?” he asked waving his hand around. I’d ridden his soap box before.

“There’s what? Four hundred of us? We probable each pee a couple times a day. Grow up. Every time you hit that handle two and a half gallons of fresh drinking water washes down eight ounces of piss; at most.” And he shook his head.

“Tell you what. I’ll keep it simple for you slow ones who can’t cipher numbers without paper and pencil. You know who you are.” That was funny and people pointed to those who couldn’t.  

“Let’s do the math. I’ll break it down.” And he stepped back and looked at Dwight.

“So? Let’s just say each of us pee eight ounces four times a day. That’s 12,800 ounces; and I’m sure that number is low. That’s 102 gallons of pee. That’s a hundred gallons of piss. Stay with me here,” As he guided their faces back to his.

“That’s thirty-two-hundred gallons of fresh drinking water that you unconsciously flushed down the fuckin drain to rid your pee. I’m from the mindset, ‘if it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.’” And he turned to laughter.   

‘Cold, cold, heart. Softened and warmed by you. Some things looking better baby, I’m not just passing through. Cold, cold, heart.’ *****

I looked at him with tears. “Dexter, don’t you even.” He said pulling me back to his neck.

I had so much I wanted to say and ask. Cold, cold, heart. It wasn’t cold but he thought it was me who warmed it.

I’ve never had one, never given one, but I sucked a big old hickey on his neck. I don’t know what love is but everything in me says, I love sucking his skin. ****

Have I said I hate Dwight? I mean who could blame him? The way he watches Ryan walk across the cafeteria, he really needs to push his fuckin tongue back in his mouth. I think I feel horns growing.

Ryan was on the big screen, you could see every single pour on his face, and Dwight’s fingers on the keys behind. Have I said how much I hate him?

“And it’s no sacrifice, just a simple word, two hearts living in separate worlds.”

He looked amazing, sang like a man angle with harps behind, I want to but I can’t fuckin cry here. He is a solid six feet and I’m a couple inches shorter which he will never let me live down. To pick one thing about him, just one? There’s too many to choose from. ***** 

I didn’t look at him as I did what he had, I honed in on his left nipple. I sucked first like he had then put my teeth to work. He grabbed my face and brought it to his. I mean a guy telling you your beautiful, you’d just have to be there.

Have I said how much I fuckin hate Dwight? Ok, I’m being redounded. He didn’t have a mic; thank god because the bull can’t sing. He was mouthing with Ryan. Ryan was standing again in front of all of us and cupped his hands. Here we go again.

“This is us.” He said. “We are a big old zit on this planet. We’re killing something that is helpless. Or is it?” And he stroked his chin like being all wise and shit.

“We are all like eighteen, it’s 2022. I don’t expect to die of old age, and you’re naïve it you think you will. Cold, Cold, heart?” ***

I left trails of purple marks, it only took a second to realize I wanted to cover him in my marks. I reared back to see his face. If there was ever more honesty, “You’re amazing.” I told him.

He was biting his lip and I knew what that meant. “I’m nothing special,” He told me like; grab a candy bar. He just does this shit.

I kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it wasn’t a kiss confirming what he said, it was what I felt. It turned into more with our twin soldiers fighting for romances. I scooted back, looked at him, then grabbed both of us and started jacking.

“Dex. You don’t need to do this.” His eyes told me that.

“Don’t you even start that shit with me, Ryan.” I told him.

Cold, cold, heart. I mean if I was into guys; that didn’t cum off right. Let’s just say Dwight was hot as fuck. I mean he was stacked. Blond, blue eyed, and rich. Ryan didn’t give him the time of day. It was funny, but not. I wouldn’t have given him the time of day either had he ever looked at me like that.

I have no idea why he did it. “Mutual misunderstanding, after the fact. Sensitivity builds this prison in the final act. We lose direction, no stones unturned, no tears to damn us when jealously burns. Cold, cold, heart.” And he ran his hands down Dwight’s chest under his jacket.

Have I said how much I hate him? Then Ryan said something in his ear that made both of them laugh and he backed away.

    “You’ve all seen him, you’re a dick, Dwight.” As he pointed.

“You love smoking me out with your diesel-swilling-pig, everybody knows daddy pays for the fuel, right?” A bull just saw red.

“My dad bought my car too. Ok, a Prius. He asked and that’s what I wanted?” He ran his eyes around not knowing what to say next. He looked at me smiling. Cold, cold, heart. ***

“Dexter, don’t you go all Emo, on me.” He said. Ok. I’m sitting below his balls and the nerve of him? I could have smacked him across the face. I mean, really? Emo?

I leaned down and kissed him again. IT WASN’T TENDER. I grabbed his fuckin hair and kissed him. Oh, Ryan. We were two guys, Kissing. Have I said how much I hate Dwight???***

I mean, Dwight’s fingering the keys was magic on the big screen. Have I said how much I hate him??? He is road-house worthy. Huge fuckin arms, chest to match. In all his glory, it wasn’t him.

“Some things looking better, It’s two hearts beating in separate worlds”. ***

“Cucumbers” I was at a loose ready to take his dick in my mouth for the first time. Really??? Fuckin cucumbers??? Where in the hell did that cum from and is it some sort of, safe word???

His ass pushed back into the mattress, I held him, I wanted this. He shook his head, no. His knob was inches from my mouth before he could do anything else. I licked it which sent him through the roof. ****

“We have a cistern, any of you know what that is.” He asked.

“You making fun of my sister?” Came from some guy behind in an angry voice.

I knew what it was but probably the only one.

“It collects all the water from the roof and that’s the water that flushes our toilets at my house. I can shower, wash cloths, and even drink it.

Think before you flush. That’s what flushes the yellow and brown down the drain in this school. Grow up people.” ****

I took him in my mouth; But I’m living still. But a week ago no pillow was between us. I woke the next morning like last weekend. The difference was sometime during the night he had pulled me over so I was like he had been.

The feel. His arm was around me with my head on his chest. I felt his finger then heard him say, “I know your awake.” I nodded.

“Are you ok with this?” He asked. I nodded again. I think it was my best night’s sleep, ever. ***

“I’m just saying, I’d like to die of old age. I want to breath clean air, go to state parks, and leave no carbon foot print like I was never here.” And it was silent.

“It’s no sacrifice, no sacrifice, really? No. It’s no sacrifice. And I wasn’t talking about your sister.” ***

I went down on him just to taste what it was like; I like. Pulling off and sliding up so I could stroke us both he moved his eyes to the bed side table. Then he did the head nod. OK.

I leaned up and over him and when I opened the drawer he bit my nipple. With my eyes open I saw his flesh tool, I had one, but for some weird reason never thought he did.

Composure took a minute. I was again sitting on him with his toy waving it around in the air; I bonked it off his forehead. His look was shocked. He blinked a few times; held it as long as he could, then started laughing as his dick bounced next to mine. “I think there’s room for two.” He told me.

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From your Authors:

It’s been a while. Life is like a razor, a thing we ride, life is a razor. This story is one I hope to live someday. RJC.