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I didn’t feel like watching TV, so I ended up sitting there rubbing the fabric of the blanket between my fingers. It reminded me of last night, when this blanket guarded the actions of my hands from anyone’s sight.

It made me feel that same yearning for him again. Just the thought of his body and his hands made my skin get hot. I tried to think of something else, but it’s not easy to pull away from something you want so badly. I felt stupid when I thought that I could actually leave him. I bet that if I did, I would have turned around and came right back.

I looked down at my hands, still fumbling with the blanket. I frustrate myself a lot. I know that I want Daylith, but I’m not bold enough to tell him. What do you say to another guy? I’m not like him where I can just say my desires so carefree. I’m not experienced enough to be that way.

I wished I was though, maybe then I wouldn’t be sitting here feeling so pathetic. I glanced over at the bathroom door, realizing how close we were, how far we were, and how close we could be. I became fed up with all of my hiding and bashfulness, and forced myself out of the bed.

Sitting around harping over it wasn’t going to change anything, I had to stop being such a pussy. ‘He’s my boyfriend now. Things are different.’ I thought to myself, trying to ease my nerves.

I stood hesitantly before the bathroom door, I could just picture him on the other side. I brought my ear closer to the door to find out if he was in the shower yet. At first I heard nothing, but then I heard water surge out of the tubs faucet as he was probably feeling for the right temperature he wanted.

I grasped the door handle and looked intently at the door. I could imagine him on the other side with not a single piece of fabric to cover his body. I was so close, my hand gripped the knob firmly, all I had to do was turn it. The frustration mounted as I struggled with fear and self loathing towards my own cowardice.

I let out a rough sigh of aggravation and pulled myself away from the door. ‘What the hell am I gonna do?! Just go in there and tell him to fuck me!?’ I thought angrily.

I sat back down on the bed and ran my hands over my face. I have to think of something.

I started to think that my struggle wasn’t mainly because of my inexperience, but because of the fact we were both men. ‘Do men actually have sex together? Is it considered the same thing?’ I thought to myself confused. Just then I remembered when Marcus mentioned sex on the bus, therefore, it must be the same. But it still didn’t seem right for me to ask Daylith to have sex with me, it seemed, like the wrong word.

A few minutes later, while still in thought, I noticed Daylith walk out of the bathroom followed by a small cloud of steam. He had nothing on but a pair of black basketball shorts which hung loosely about his legs.

He followed his routine as if I weren’t even there, and proceeded to dry his hair with a towel. He went over to the dresser and squeezed some lotion into his hands and rubbed it over his body.

I watched hypnotized as the muscles in his back and shoulders shifted with each movement he made. There were still drops of water on the back of his strong neck and wide shoulders where the towel couldn’t reach. His body looked so firm and built. My breathing slowed as I became lost in the fantasies of his hard body overwhelming mine.

I felt my dick reacting to my thoughts and I quickly tried to distract myself by starting a conversation.

“So, um, what if you have to go out? You look like you’re ready for bed. It’s only 3:30.” I stated, saying whatever came to mind.

He turned around to look at me, still lathering the lotion over his chest, “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere with my dad acting like that.”

Just then he paused and cocked an eyebrow in my direction, “Hah,” he laughed, “Why is your face all red?”

I never thought I could feel embarrassment so strong, but I did, and my cheeks felt like they were getting even hotter.

I turned away and said, “I don’t know, it’s hot in here.” I said as a pitiful excuse.

He laughed even harder which made me a little mad. “You were checking me out weren’t you?” He said while moving closer to me.

I was tired of making excuses and feeling embarrassed, so I worked up the nerve to meet him head on. “And what if I was?” I said.

His taunting smiled faded for a minute and then reappeared. “Then I’d say, why just look with your eyes, when you can feel with your hands?” He said teasingly while leaning his hands on the bed to hover his body mere inches from mine.



*Daylith’s View*

Once I saw that Timmy was actually looking at me with some indication of yearning, all of my reasons not to pursue him in bed disappeared. However, I almost forgot how inexperienced he was until I saw how startled he got from me being so close.

I leaned further in, pressing my lips against his soft neck and kissed him, trying to ease his nerves. It satisfied me to see that he closed his eyes in response. It was so obvious he wanted me.

“If you’d want to, we could do it right here. But you’re gonna have to tell me, otherwise I’ll keep holding back.”

“I still don’t think I know enough.. to do anything.” He said obviously unsure and embarrassed.

I smiled reassuringly, “That’s okay, I’ll show you.”

“So,” I began to say while looking at him hopefully, “You wanna?”



*Timmy’s View*

His face was so close to mine, and my heart pounded with fear and anticipation. Because of Daylith’s boldness, which I envied, all it took was a simple yes, and I could have him.

I looked into his eyes, which I previously averted because of my humiliation, to see him looking at me with the same amount of desire and anticipation.

“Yea.” I breathed out.

He smiled while releasing a short “finally!” before leaning in and kissing me. It happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to respond.

The kiss was a mere peck, and he pulled away to say, “If you don’t feel comfortable, make sure you tell me to stop. Okay?”

I nodded my head, unable to form words. His eyes glanced up and down my face, obviously looking from my eyes to my lips. He leaned in again, slow enough for me to see his lips part and his green eyes close.

I instinctively closed mine as well, and within a second I felt his soft lips brush against mine.

My lips parted as I released a breath, which rid me of some of the tension in my chest.

He sucked lightly on my bottom lip before running his tongue over my mouth. His hand gripped the back of my head while the other held my neck. He deepened the kiss until his whole mouth covered mine, our tongues sliding against each other. A few times his tongue would savagely take over, and skim my teeth and lips as if to taste every inch he could. I became so lost in it that I didn’t even have time to think of whether I was doing it right or wrong. I just let instinct and desire take over.

He separated his mouth from mine, and I could feel the warm saliva left on my mouth cool in the open air. I opened my eyes half-way to see him looking at me seemingly lost in his cravings. His fingers gripped my hair a little, “Fuck,” he said between heavy breaths, “I don’t know how I lasted this long.”

“Stand up.” He commanded.

I got up and without wasting a second, Daylith began to pull my shirt off. He tossed the shirt aside and began kissing my neck down to my collarbone. My eyes closed and I leaned my head a little against his. His rough hands gripped and trailed all over my back and chest.

I didn’t think it could feel this good just to be touched. All I was familiar with was the brutality and rawness of Marcus, and that small bit of pleasure Daylith gave me. But none of it amounted to this.

My hands wandered over his masculine back, as his fumbled with the zipper of my jeans. He gave one rough tug which sent them to the floor, I stepped out of them, which closed the small distance between us.

He began kissing me again, and I could sense how similar his longing was to mine, simply by how savagely he kissed me. His tongue barely stayed in my mouth, before it wandered to my jaw-line, down to my chest.

His tongue ran wet trails around my nipple, and I smoothed my fingers through his short black hair.

My breathing was heavy, and it was hard to stand with all these sensations assaulting my body.



*Daylith’s View*

I felt it, I knew I was moving too fast, but it was taking everything in me not to just push him down and fuck him now. He was finally all mine, he admitted that he wanted me, there was nothing left to hold me back.

I pressed myself against him so that he was forced to move backwards. After a few steps his legs were pressed against the bed, where he toppled over and fell on his back.

I stole a quick glance over his masculine body, laying like a meal waiting to be devoured by me. Although he didn’t have the curves and looks of a woman, he was one hundred percent man, which to me was just as seductive.

I pulled my shorts down, and grabbed his to repeat the same motion.

“You okay?” I asked, just to make sure he wasn’t holding anything in.

He nodded again, his face red, and I realized why he was so flushed. He was probably embarrassed because his dick was at full attention.

I smirked at his bashfulness, which was normal for someone with no experience, so I decided to show him that he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I smoothed my hands over his thighs, trailing them further up, where I rubbed his inner thighs before continuing over his pelvis. I saw his hands grip the blanket underneath him as he released a short moan.



*Timmy’s View*

His rough hands were enough to make me want to come, acting as a tease, seducing every sensual spot on my body. I kept my eyes shut, relishing the anticipation of where his hands would go next.

Just then, I felt something hot and wet surround the tip of my erection. I lifted my head to see Daylith had taken me into his mouth. Once again he worked his tongue so it slid over my sensitive skin, as he took me further into his mouth.

The feeling was exactly how I remembered it from last time, if not better, and I desperately tried to hold back the desire to buck my hips as I craved for more.

“… uhh…” I moaned.

I felt one of his hands glide over my stomach before groping my chest. I grabbed his hand for a second and then let it go where he continued to fondle my body.

My breathing grew heavier, as his hot mouth sucked on my dick. I felt myself losing control, and I gripped the blankets as I tried to hold back the volume of my moans.



*Daylith’s View*

Timmy moaning out with the pleasure I was giving him drove me wild. I could tell he was reaching his peak as his stomach rose and fell quicker. “Daylith.” He breathed between pants.

I knew he was trying to warn me, but I didn’t stop. Instead I took him just a bit farther into my mouth, and rolled my tongue around his dick, working solely to please his body more. The muscles in his body grew tense, and I pulled away just in time so that the majority of the fluid didn’t end up in my mouth.

He looked at me, still breathing heavy, his eyes glazed over with passion. I smirked while wiping the residue from my lip.

“It just..” He began to say, “It just doesn’t feel right that you’re doing everything again.” He said.

I could understand how he felt, even though he didn’t realize that I got enough pleasure out of just pleasuring him.

“You wanna try doing something for me?” I offered.

He sat up a bit, “Yea, but I…”

I cut him off once I heard him say yes.

“Sit up on your knees.” I stated. He did as I said and I got on the bed as well. Now that we were both on top of the bed standing on our knees, we were level with each other. “You know how to jerk off right?” I asked teasingly, already knowing the answer.

“Yea.” He replied, brushing aside his embarrassment.

“All you have to do is that, only, you do it to me.” I said.

He looked at me, his face flushed and covered in a sheet of sweat. His innocent blue eyes slowly turning less innocent as his desire grew.

“You don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.” I said, while giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

I was expecting him to back down, but as I waited for his mouth to move with a response, I felt his fingertips brush against my now fully erect penis.

I felt my foolhardy expression turn serious as I swallowed hard. ‘Is he actually going to do it?’ I thought to myself, beyond excited.

He continued to lightly stroke his fingertips along my erection and my eyes forcibly closed as I released a breath.

His hand wrapped around my penis, starting out slow at first, until he eventually got accustomed to a smooth motion. His hand pumping my shaft made me want to collapse, so I gripped his shoulder with one hand while leaning my face in the crook of his neck, leaving small kisses here and there to encourage him to keep going.

His hand started to move faster, varying the pressure of his grip with each stroke. I felt my hot breath bounce off his neck, making my face feel feverishly hot. It seemed like forever since I’ve been pleasured by another, and to know it was Timmy’s hand stroking me while planting a few kisses on my shoulder, drowned me in ecstasy unlike I’ve ever felt before.

My breathy pants turned into full moans as I lightly pushed my hips into his hand to intensify the feeling.

I felt the pressure build as I tried to hold myself back from ejaculating, I wanted it to last as long as possible, however Timmy’s strong hand was difficult to overcome. I felt myself losing the battle and I moaned his name between breaths before releasing into his hand.

I let my upper body collapse into his causing him to fall into a sitting position.

He too was breathing hard, “Holy shit,” he said, expressing his surprise at what he just did.

I laughed and teased, “If there’s anything else you wanna try, please, don’t hesitate.”

He smiled and began to say, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I know,” I agreed while pushing him down onto his back so I laid between his legs.

His thick inviting lips taunted me so I reached up to kiss them. Once I pulled away, he opened his eyes to show somewhat of a curiously forlorn expression.

“What’s that look for?”

He looked away from my face. “Is…is this good enough? I know that you’re just bi, so… I can’t help but feel like a girl could satisfy you more.”

It was cute to find that he was afraid of losing me to a girl, but I couldn’t help but pout at his insecurities.

“Trust me, no girl has ever satisfied me this much.” I said to reassure him.

His face relaxed and he looked at me with a new fire in his eyes. It made me wonder what was going through his head.

He began to lift his legs so they formed two triangles parallel to my body. I watched his tan chest rise slightly as he took in a breath to speak. “Can we.. try going all the way?” He asked while ever so lightly raising his hips, grinding his groin against mine.

His newfound boldness sent shrills of excitement through my body, and the sweet sight of his muscled body wishing to be taken beneath mine, turned my erection into a full blown boner.

“You sure you want me to?” I asked, already knowing his answer.

He nodded his head and I lifted myself up. He proceeded to turn his body over so that he was on all fours.



*Timmy’s View*

Although I’ve had fantasies of Daylith doing things like this to me, the actual thing was completely different. I felt so comfortable with him now, that nothing seemed impossible.

However, once I was back into that bitterly familiar position, a fear began to rise in me that I tried to quench. All I could think of was Marcus painfully forcing himself on me, and I anticipated the same excruciating pain.

‘This is Daylith, not Marcus.’ I thought to myself, trying to ease my nerves, but it didn’t work.

Daylith had just pulled a small bottle out of his nightstand drawer when I told him to wait a minute.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

I sat myself down and hated what I was about to say next, “I can’t. I don’t think I can handle it again... I’m.. sorry.”

Even though I knew that this didn’t have to be as painful, I couldn’t erase from my mind the degrading and painful feel of Marcus violating me, and it made me too nervous.

Daylith looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking.

“Trust me, it won’t be anything like Marcus. Here, we’ll do it completely different.” He offered.

I watched as he laid himself down on his back.

“You can take it all at your own pace. I won’t do anything but lay here.”



*Daylith’s View*

I didn’t want to seem aggressive by ignoring his desire to go no further, but I also didn’t want him to go on fearing this type of contact from me. He had to get over what Marcus did sooner or later, and now seemed as good a time as any.

“W-what do I do?” He asked, looking at me slightly confused.

“Get on top of me.” His cheeks turned red, and I had to admit that I also felt a little embarrassed having to instruct him like this, but there was no other way.

He hesitated at first, but then climbed on top of me. He sat on my pelvis, covering me with the warmth of his skin, as his legs straddled my hips.

I felt my erection, which almost went away, come back as I looked over him.

From my position on the bed, he appeared as some type of demigod. His arms hung loosely yet powerfully at his sides and his strong muscled body looked large and untouchable from my view below. His tan glossy skin stretched over his bold shoulders, covering his firm chest and abs as he straddled my body beneath him. Even though we had similar builds, it excited me to imagine that he could easily overpower me if he wanted to.

I handed him the bottle containing the lubricating gel and instructed him on what to do, stripping away whatever shred of dignity we had left.

I convinced him that he had nothing to be embarrassed about, and that he could never look ugly in my eyes. It satisfied me to see my words had worked, and he lifted himself over me. His face hovered above my chest as he reached under himself to apply the lubrication. His expression changed in a mix of pain and pleasure, and I tried to spare him the decency not to look, but it was so hard to resist the sexy look on his face. His eyes stayed closed as he plunged his own fingers inside himself. Once he felt ready he stopped and lowered himself above my pelvis.

Slowly at first, I felt myself enter him. He winced and stopped for a second before continuing. I shut my eyes and made sure not to move aside from rubbing my hand over his thigh in an effort to comfort him.

After another minute or two I felt more than half of my penis being constricted by his tight inner walls. Only once had I gone this far with another guy, Asher, but somehow this felt so much different. Perhaps my feelings were stronger for Timmy, but something drew me to him more than anyone else, making the pleasure of having him ten times better.

He paused for another moment before relaxing enough to take me in entirely. I took in a deep breath, holding back the desire to move inside of him, but I knew I had to wait for him.

“You.. okay?” I asked a little breathy.

“mm… yea.” He moaned.

Knowing what to do from this point forward, Timmy placed his hands on my stomach for balance. Using the strength in his legs, he slowly lifted himself up a bit to come back down.

Just that small movement enclosed me in a feeling of sheer ecstasy and I released a small moan with him.

He repeated the same slow and cautious motion, until his body got used to me inside of him. Once he overcame the pain, his body moved more savagely to feed the it’s craving for more.

His hips rode mine as if he were starved of attention, and his hands slid from my stomach up to my chest for better leverage as his hips began to take up more speed. My body jerked with each of his powerful thrusts, and the feel of his tight ass taking in my erection, along with the sound of our grunts meshing together, sent me into another realm.

I continued to run my hands over his thighs which would shake with each of his movements.

He released a manly grunt with each of his thrusts, and I didn’t hold back any of my moans either as I pleaded for him to go rougher. He did as I said and rode my hips harder and faster, making all my muscles tense. Once in awhile I’d feel a sharp pain from the fight earlier on, but it felt like a pin-prick underneath the wave of pleasure.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, and I could see that Timmy was reaching his peak as well.

Our moans grew louder, and even though my father’s room was in the basement, I started to fear that he would somehow hear us. As if thinking the same thing I saw Timmy reach one of his hands up to cover his mouth. His back arched as he grinded himself into me as he sought that final ounce of pleasure. The bed trembled with our movements, and my eyes forced shut as I reached my limit. My head pushed back as my back arched, pushing my hips up so that my erection went further into him. Timmy issued one final grind of his hips before we both gave way, and I released inside of him. His hand dropped from his mouth, allowing a moan to escape his lips.

He lifted himself up to take me out of him and rested his body on top of mine. Both of our bodies covered in sweat pressed together so we could feel each others heavy breaths.

Once my breathing settled down I asked, “Anything like Marcus?”

He lifted his head to look at me and said, “Nothing at all.”

I laughed and ran my hand through his short brown hair.

We continued laying there in silence, just like that, waiting for reality to set in.

I knew that he realized it along with me, but we both just crossed a milestone. We both displayed how serious our relationship actually was, and now nothing other than what we say could get in the way of it. What anyone else had to say didn’t matter, even if it’s my dad, or his uncle, or whoever. No one else matters now but us.