My Sister's Chess Teammate

I saw Kyle come back up the stairs. I could tell that he was smiling. As he took his seat, he moved his head so he could brush his lips against mine. I felt my dick stir inside the wet mess that was my seed.

“I think you should take a restroom break. Be sure to take some wet towels with you to clean up. Did I tell you that I think you’re sexy?”

I smiled before getting up. By the time I got into the stall, my cum had begun to liquefy. I cleaned up and stuffed some toilet paper into my underwear to help absorb some of the dampness. I didn’t want a big wet spot on my pants, but I knew that to be a possibility. I headed back to my seat. I had the feeling that everyone was looking at me and judging me, but I knew that most of them fantasized about having a handsome hunk doing naughty things in a dark theater.

As I sat in my seat, I received another kiss. The rest of the movie was a blur. I was afraid to try anything. An usher kept walking up and down the steps, but I slipped my hand over his crotch. I could feel his hardness; I estimated that his dick was a little bigger than mine.

I didn’t make a lot of movement with my hand. I wondered whether someone had seen us and complained. The credits finally began to roll. We stood up, and I whispered into his ear, “You were awfully good at that. I’m wondering whether you’re a professional.”

“A professional hand jobber?” he asked. “Is there such a thing?”

“Yeah, it’s called a whore.” I laughed.

“I didn’t charge you,” chuckled Kyle.

“That makes you a poor businessman. You could make a fortune selling those.”

“I see. And you’ll help me with the business?”

“You want me to be your pimp?”

“Fuck no. I can get all the cute guys I want without any help, but I’ll need someone to do the books when all the cash starts rolling in.”

“Double A’s on you.”

Kyle looked perplexed. “What’s that mean?”

“Arrogant asshole.”

He laughed. “Daniel, I’m falling for you.”

I stopped walking; he continued another step before stopping and turning. Things suddenly seemed serious. Kyle reached his hand to hold mine. “You don’t need to say anything, Danny. I’m just letting you know what’s going on with my heart. When you’re feeling it, I hope you’ll let me know.”

“I will. I just realized that we could be at the beginning of… um… I don’t know what to call it.”

“Our lives together.”

“Our lives together,” I repeated.

“And we may have started it during that movie. I’m excited to see whether it grows. I’m hoping it does because I think you’re the kind of man I want, the kind of man that I need.”

I kept that thought in my heart as we started back home.

During the drive, I went over several scenarios. Would I close the door to my sanctuary and kiss him, strip him, suck him? Or should I drag him into the shower? I’ve had a fantasy about being taken from behind in the shower and then I turn around to discover it’s a man I’ve secretly loved since childhood. I looked over at Kyle. Sexy. Manly. He wasn’t driving a muscle car, but I’d felt his dick. He didn’t need a muscle car. Plus, I liked that he cared about his mileage.

As we pulled up to the house, I could feel my heart beating. My dick had been getting a little harder with each minute we got closer.

“What are you thinking?” asked Kyle. “You’ve got this crazy smile on your face.”

“I’m just wondering how tired we’re going to be tomorrow.”

“I’m not planning on any sleep. You’re so fucking sexy that even if we just cuddled, I’ll be awake all night long.”

“We’re going to do more than cuddle.” I made my best evil laugh. Kyle got a funny look on his face. His eyes seemed to mist, but I wasn’t sure because I could only see him in the light from the porch. “What is it?”

“Ask me tomorrow. Come on; let’s go to your room.”

I grabbed his hand and we went into the house. It seemed rather quiet; maybe those monsters were in bed. We stepped out onto the patio and found the adults drinking around a fire. I knew it was starting to get chilly at night, but I still think it was too warm for a fire. But, no one asked me; they never did; they still don’t.

They didn’t seem to notice us, so we ignored them and went straight to my room. I opened the door and was met with screams. The monsters were jumping up and down on my bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted. “Get the fuck off my bed. NOW !”

“Hey,” Uncle Jeremy angrily directed his words to me. “They wanted to watch a movie in there. They're just having fun.”

“You’re killing me,” I screamed. “They’re destroying my room.” I went in. “I told you to get off the bed.” I stepped on a wet rug. “What the hell is this?”

“I spilled a little Dr. Pepper is all.”

“A little?” That’s when I noticed my models. I only have two, the original Enterprise from ‘Star Trek’ and an x-wing from ‘Star Wars.’ Both were smashed on the floor. I’d spent hours working on them. My father had given them to me. “Which one of you pieces of shit did that?” I pointed to the floor.

My mother came in. “Why are you screaming?”

Kyle came next to me. “Take a breath.” He squeezed my hand.

I turned to my mother. “They’ve destroyed my room. They pour soda on the floor.”

“And they broke his toys,” said Jeremy.

“My father gave me those,” I spat at Jeremy.

“We were just having fun,” said Martha.

“It’s OK, baby,” said Jeremy.

“I want everyone to get the hell out of my room.”

“This is my house,” said my mother. “I’m not kicking people out of this room for breaking your toys.

Kyle leaned in, “I’m here with you.”

I looked over at him. His eyes told me he understood. I looked at my mother and, for the first time, I realized that he was only nice to me when it served her purpose.

Cathy walked in. “I’ve got fresh sheets. Y’all need to get out so I can make the bed. Kyle, will you put the blanket on the couch, please.” She turned to look at my mother. Kyle put the folded blanket on the sofa. He came back to the bed and began to remove the sheets. Brad was still standing on the bed. My sister began to glare at my mother; Cathy’s cheeks began to get red.

“Off the bed, Brad,” my mother said.

Brad turned to me and said, “You’re mean.”

“And you’re an asshole,” I stated.

“I hate you,” he added.

“I don’t care,” I replied.

“I’m glad I poured the drink on the floor.” He ran out of the door. The adults turned and followed him.

Cathy came over to me and kissed my cheek. “I didn’t realize they had come into your room. I’m sorry, Danny.”

“Thank you, but it’s not your fault. Mom let them in; I know she did because I locked the door. She pretends to be my mother, but she treats me like shit every chance she gets. You know, mom put condoms in our room because she doesn’t want grandchildren not because she doesn’t want you to get pregnant.”

“Or for you to knock up Kyle?”

That made me smile. “I think I’d like to try to get Kyle pregnant.” I blushed as I said it.

Kyle stood in front of me. “I’ll let you try.”

“OK,” said Cathy, “that’s TMI. I don’t want to hear about your fudge-packing antics.”

“Ew. What a disgusting way of referring to our love-making,” I admonished her.

“Let’s finish with the sheets so I can get out of here.”

Ten minutes later, we were in the shower. I hadn’t built it for two, but there was enough room for us.

“Danny, I want to rim you.”

“I don’t think there’s enough room for me to lean over.”

“I mean later, so I want you to make sure your butt is clean.”

“I always clean my butt when I shower. Are you insinuating that I go around with a dirty butt?”

“No, I just…”

“What about your butt? Is it spick and span?”

“Huh?”

“Come on now. My number one nerd should know that spick and span means completely clean.”

“I’ve never heard that one,” said Kyle.

“I wonder if injecting you with some of my sperm will give you some extra knowledge.” I kissed him.

“I don’t know, but it’s worth trying. I can’t believe how comfortable I am with you. I used to be embarrassed just to be in a locker room, and now I’m pressed against your naked body, our erections pushing into one another. Plus, I’m talking about running my tongue against your hole.”

“Love changes things, doesn’t it.”

“Did you say ‘love’ or ‘lust’?” asked Kyle.

“Do I love you because I lust for you, or do I lust for you because I love you?”

Kyle smiled. Then he began to sing. “Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream, or are you really as wonderful as you seem?”

“That’s familiar; what is it?” I asked.

“It’s from Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. I played the prince in high school.”

“And now you’re a real prince, my prince. But don’t you fucking dare call me a princess.”

Kyle pressed his lips to mine. “I think you’re my king.”

“I’m going to fucking marry you, Kyle.”

“Let’s go fuck first. We’ll get married during Christmas break.”

Ten minutes later, we were in bed. My dick was sheathed; his ass was lubed, and both of us were anticipating our first physical union. Kyle was on his back with his legs apart; his hands pulled his cheeks open, and his pink hole pulsated before me. I fingered him to spread the lube, and he moaned with each penetration of my index finger.

I pushed two fingers into him, and as I withdrew them, the hair around his hole gripped my fingers. I felt a pulse in my cock, and I could tell that I had oozed some precum into the condom.

“I need you,” Kyle murmured. His handsome face and dark eyes were begging me to enter him. I adjusted my dick and moved closer. The lips of his hole grasped the head of my cock. I fought the urge to plunge myself into him in one thrust. I began to piston in and out slowly and a little more deeply with each thrust.

Little whimpers came from Kyle as more of my shaft entered him. I slipped in just a little at a time, and once I was completely inside, I leaned forward and kissed him.

“I have a confession,” he whispered. “I’ve never done this before. I was worried, but you’re so gentle and caring.”

“I do love you, Kyle. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but I do.” I began to pivot back and forth. The sensation was incredible.

I knew this was completely different from the last man I was with. That was just fucking. It was like masturbation plus. I wanted to fuck hard and fast and come.

It was different with Kyle. I wanted to feel every part of him as he held my shaft tightly within him. I moved gently back and forth. His moans were light and soft. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and massaged it with mine.

Kyle’s hands moved to my hips. He pulled me to him as I pushed into him. I began to feel his erection pulsate. My abs moved against his hard cock as my cock moved against his prostate.

I was kissing his chin, fighting the urge to come, when he tensed and squirted his load between us. His squeal triggered me, and I came in three strong ejaculations. He continued to hold me to him. A euphoria surrounded us. I closed my eyes. I was at the pinnacle of life.

Did I really meet and fall in love with my heart’s desire in less than one day?