Luke and DakotaRated: X
I was fourteen. I knew I was gay already. I knew I liked Dakota way too much. Dakota was a couple of months older than me, taller, smarter, and really hot.
I guess you could say I was in love with him. But how could I not be? He was so nice, thoughtful, kind, really just a great guy. And he was so cute. Blond hair, sort of straight, and blue eyes. Soft, round face, big smile, nice red lips that were really juicy. He had a few extra pounds, not many, but he sure wasn't a skinny little dork like me. His legs were slightly thick and firm. His butt was so plump and inviting. And his pants proved he was growing into them in front, too. He was always so much fun. We got along like we were the same person or something.
I never got tired of spending time with him. I did with other friends, and I even got sick of other friends. But never Dakota. And he never seemed to get tired of hanging out with me. He'd stay at my place and I'd stay at his place all the time. We went everywhere together. With other friends sometimes, too. We always played games online together.
Yeah, I was sure I was in love with him. I guess it was harder to be gay before, but there are guys at my high school who say they are. None are my friends, but I want to get to know them. But it's really hard to. I'm so worried about being seen with them, and people knowing I'm gay. We live outside Chicago, in Crystal Lake. It's a sort of fancy suburb. Big houses, nice streets, all that. The GLBT club has only a few kids that belong to it, and I don't have the guts to even think about it. Plus, the only guy I really like is Dakota, and he's not gay. He's just my best friend.
He was staying over at my place one night. We stayed up late and messed around like normal. Had a good time. I kept thinking about how to try to get him to let me in his pants. I'd do anything to get in them, just once. Just for a little while. Anything.
But I couldn't think of anything. I was also very afraid of saying or doing something that would tip him off about me being gay. I didn't think he'd hate me for it, I was more afraid he would be really pissed at me. He'd never made fun of someone by calling them a fag, not even during games online. He hardly ever made fun of anyone, ever. He was nice.
We'd changed clothes in front of each other a few times, and if he found out I was gay, I just knew he'd know that I liked doing that, and that every time, I was watching him as closely as I could.
Dakota in his underwear was... wow. Just... wow. He was starting to grow down there, and really growing, too. Filling out his underwear, jiggling and wiggling. Gosh.
Anyway, we were up late one night. We were watching television, and a show had this couple making out and having sex. Steamy, with lots of skin and peeks of boobs and butts. I started popping wood. I kept wishing it was me and Dakota.
"Wish I could get laid," he said.
"Who don't?" I asked.
I looked over at him. He was blushing. He had the cutest blush. Hell, he was cute anyway, but blushing, totally hot. He had that cute, shy grin going, too.
We went back to watching the couple have sex. They even showed the guy's face as he came, and her face. Really steamy.
"Givin' me blue balls," he said, snickering.
"I know," I agreed.
I wished I could see them. Or take care of them for him.
I glanced at his lap, accidentally. I didn't mean to. He saw that I did.
"Dude, trying to check out my stiffie?"
"Uh, no. perv," I said, as if disgusted.
He laughed, still blushing and so cute. I wished I had the guts to tell him I was, and I wanted to see it. Hold it. Play with it.
"Wanna see it?" he asked.
Hell, yes! But I couldn't say that. Ever.
"Wanna see? Show you mine if you show me yours."
"What? You serious?" I asked, hoping that somehow he was, that it wasn't some trick to see if I was a homo.
He looked serious. Scared, even. A little worried, too, maybe.
He opened the button on his jeans. Then he unzipped them. I felt my dick going into full-blown hard-on mode. And my guts went liquid. He pulled his jeans open, then stopped.
"Show you if you show yours."
I hurried to unfasten and unzip my jeans, and waited. We pushed them down together. I saw his boner pushing his briefs up, making a pointed tent. I felt my guts swirling around inside me. And I felt my dick move all on its own. This was insane!
In a flash, he yanked down his briefs. His dick bounced up and then stood up straight. I heard myself gasp. It was amazing. He had fuzz around the base of it, darker than the hair on his head, but still blond. It was maybe five inches long, maybe. Sort of chubby, and pink, and the foreskin covered most of it, except the very tip. The hole there was a deep slit. His balls were nice, big enough they were easy to see, instead of the little ones some of the guys in school still had.
It sort of bounced or pulsed, moving just a little. Like my guts.
"Gonna?" he asked.
I didn't know what he meant at first. Then I pushed my shorts down. My dick popped up. It was a lot like his, but thinner, and with less foreskin. My foreskin was bundled up behind the head, which was sort of darker than usual. And my darker hair around the base of it made it look like I had more, but probably had about the same amount. It was the same length as his, too. So was my dick. My balls were smaller, and weren't as easy to tell apart as his, and the sack didn't let them hang as far as his.
"No. Not like yours," I said.
He pulled it back, revealing his shiny head. It was so... it just begged to be licked and sucked on. My mouth actually watered.
"You shoot cum yet?" he asked
"Nice. Do it every day?"
"Twice. Three times, sometimes."
"Me, too," he said with a laugh.
I stared at his dork as his finger and thumb moved the skin up and down on it. I so badly wanted to do that for him.
"Wanna do it?"
For a second, I thought he was asking if I wanted to do it to him, but then I realized he meant if I wanted to jerk off together.
I sighed, really deeply and all shaky. Tingles fired up inside me, like fireworks. I swallowed. He started doing it faster, for real. My dick did a little dance and sent electric thrills up my spine.
I grabbed mine and got busy. It felt better than usual. I never looked away from his, and what he was doing to it. It would have taken a tow truck to move my eyes away from that sight.
He sighed really nicely, and put his head back and closed his eyes. He smiled so nicely. I watched his hand work on his dork. It was easily the hottest thing I had ever seen! Those tingles in my dick got stronger and stronger, faster than ever before, and then I was shooting off. More than ever before, too. And it felt so much stronger. Intense! It even shot out further than before. It was the first time I had looked away from his hand, except the moment he had sighed and laid his head back.
I looked back, and he was going to town like mad, looking at the mess I made, and then I saw his cum shooting out. It went about as far as mine just had. There was about the same amount, too. It made the same squishy noises. Fuck, that was cool!
"Man, that was nicer than usual," he said happily.
"No kiddin'," I said, grinning.
"It's better with someone else, I guess."
"Wanna again sometime?"
That was way too enthusiastic, I thought, but it was too late to take it back.
"You watched me doing it. Like it?"
I was caught, and I knew it. I swallowed really hard.
"Wanna do it to each other next time?"
I nodded in shock, and then was even more shocked that I had. This was way too good to be true! I had to be dreaming!
He said, "Be right back," and got up.
I watched his dick as he stood up. It dripped some cum onto the carpet before he covered it, sort of cupping it. He walked out of his room after looking down the hallway.
I looked down at the mess I had made. It was more than ever before. It wasn't anything like I'd seen on pornos online, but it was a lot for me. I smeared it around on my head, pushed my dick through the drops of it on my skin near the few hairs I had.
He came back with a warm, wet rag and handed it to me. His pants were fastened. I loved how he showed in them, but I wished I could still see what was making that bulge. I cleaned up, then I didn't know what to do with the rag. He took it and left, then came right back and sat down as if nothing had happened.
We went on watching television, as if we hadn't just jerked off in front of each other. We both yawned a lot.
"Hitting the sack," he said, then crawled onto the bed.
I crawled to the sleeping bag I brought over when I slept over. He turned off the light.
"Come up here?"
With him? In his bed? Why?
"Just... come here?"
I got up and found the bed and sat down. He reached out and found my arm, and pulled me down onto my back. He put his arm over my chest and snuggled up next to me.
Holy shit! I was nervous and turned on at the same time!
He put his head on my shoulder. It was really nice! Insane!
His face was right next to mine. I felt his breath on my cheek.
"You like me?"
"Uh, sure. You're, like, my best friend."
"I mean... do you like me?"
He was quiet for a few seconds. Then he moved his face even closer to mine. I felt like he was staring at me in the dark. My eyes were adjusting, and I saw how close he was. His eyes were almost glowing.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes. I like you, Dakota. A lot."
"Do... do... "
"Luke. I... what if I think I..."
I felt him trembling, and his voice sounded like he was going to start crying or something.
"Dakota? You okay?"
He sounded like he was crying now. And he shook all over. I got so worried and scared that I started shaking, too.
"Dakota, man, what's wrong?"
"Luke. I... I... man."
I had to put my arm over him. It was just instinct. He needed it, I knew. I rolled onto my side to face him. Our faces so close that I could only see his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling terrible.
I hated it when a friend was hurting, but this was Dakota, and that was even worse!
He hugged me really tight, shaking, and still crying.
"Luke! I, I started... really liking guys."
I couldn't have heard him right. I had to have misunderstood.
"Please, don't hate me! Please!"
"Never! Dakota, I won't! I promise."
I hugged him as tight as I could.
I thought I was the only one!
"You promise you won't hate me, if I... if I like guys?"
I had to tell him. I admired him so much for telling me. I had to be as brave as him. I had to. And he had to know. If not because I wanted him to know, then because he had to know he wasn't alone, and it wasn't so bad. and so he'd know I would never tell anyone and I'd never hate him for it.
"Dakota." I swallowed. "Me too. You're not alone."
I felt him raise his head, probably looking at me. I looked his way. I could see his eyes. I could feel his surprise. And something else. As if I could share his emotions.
"I... I'm a... I like guys."
"What?" he whispered.
"I'm... I like guys, too. I'm gay."
"And... I really like you, Dakota. A lot."
"Yeah. A lot."
We found each other's mouths with our own, and kissed. It was... electric!
We pulled each other so tightly together that I felt his body shaking against mine.
We were both crying now.