His skin was like silk.
Enchanting in every possible way.
As I held him close, spooning naked behind him in my bed...I just took a long moment to truly appreciate the feel of his warmth against me. The palm of my hand, exploring the exquisite playground of smooth teen skin while lightly burying my nose in the beauty of his light blond locks.
His shoulders. His chest. His stomach. His legs. Every inch of him was soft, and graceful, and beautiful beyond compare. His forearms, covered in the lightest dusting of fine golden peach fuzz. Not a lot. Just enough for my attentive fingers to realize that it was there.
Dustin's light breathing increased ever so slightly and my hands continued their journey. He whimpers sometimes. The way a box of newborn puppies would when they're still trying to learn to walk on their own for the first time. Hehehe, it was absolutely adorable. I don't think Dustin really meant to fall into a deep sleep, but his last two orgasms were pretty extreme. I don't think his slim little body could take it. It was quite alright, though. I just let him rest for a while.
My hand slowly ran itself up and down his side, from his nearly hairless armpit to the gentle curve of his hip. My fingers slid forward to slide over his shallow navel and immature abs...moving further down to find the baby soft beginnings of a blond bush just over his manhood...which was still jutting out in front of him and straining for more contact, even while he was asleep. Hehehe, so eager. So 'alive'. I took hold of the rigid shaft for a moment, and it throbbed wildly with the first touch. It practically jumped right out of my fingers. "Mmmm..." Came an unconscious whine from the back of his throat. Dustin squirmed a little bit in my embrace, but it only took a few sensual kisses on his soft cheek and the back of his neck to get him to return him to a state of total relaxation. Free from worry. Free from judgement. He felt protected in my arms, and that only caused my heart to beat even harder for him.
I kissed him again, feeling myself get erect again as I pushed myself into his ample bottom, which was even smoother and softer than the rest of him. A feat that would be hard to imagine if I wasn't experiencing it right there in the moment. I sighed, scooting even closer to him...kissing the side of his neck a few more times as I reveled in the comfort of his full body contact. It may sound sappy, but I was nearly moved to literal tears as I felt the pressure of this wild addiction to him weighing heavy on my heart. My affection for this teenage boy was absolute. I don't think I had ever known such truth in my life. This was love in its purest form, and it almost hurt to think about Dustin waking up and me having to let him go.
I loved the scent of him. I inhaled deeply, over and over again. His adolescent form intoxicating me with heavy doses of potent sensual pheromones with every breath. His lips slightly parted...shallow puffs of boyish breath breezing across my pillow. Arched feet with little toes, flexing tenderly. A flat abdomen, heaving quietly as he slept. There's nothing more beautiful than the unburdened sleep of a young boy.
I kiss him again. My emotions going haywire as I give into my private desires. His skin is so addictive. I never get enough of touching him all over.
I hear a slight catch in Dustin's breathing, and I stop, mid squeeze, to keep from waking him. Unfortunately, it was too late.
He begins with a long stretch, grunting as he raises his arms over his head and points his toes downward, little pops and cracks faintly ringing out from his lithe body. Then he sighs and smiles up at me as he rubs one of his eyes. "Oh man...did I fall asleep on you?"
"Yeah. You did."
"I'm sorry, hehehe!" He said, rolling himself into me to kiss me on the lips. "What time is it?"
"It's only been about fifteen to twenty minutes. You haven't been out for that long." I told him, kissing his smiling lips again.
"Mmmmm, ok. Good. I didn't just want to come over here and sleep all night. That would suck." He said. He was blossoming again right in front of me, his energetic charm bringing him back to life. I noticed him looking around the bed for a moment, first over his shoulder behind him, then practically rolling over on top of me to look over mine.
"Oof! Hehehe, what are you looking for?"
"Where's your remote clicker? I wanna see what's on TV." As his naked body wiggled around on top of me for a few more seconds, I craned my neck up to kiss him on the cheek. I couldn't help but to get lost in the intimacy of the moment. Then I reached behind me to the nightstand and handed him the remote. "Sweet! Thanks!" He said, kissing me loudly on the lips. "Mwah! Love you!"
He rolled off of me and scooted back until his shoulders were leaning against my headboard, turning on the TV and quickly surfing through channels too quick for him to even know what was playing before he was already racing to the next channel. I had to just stare at him for a moment, lost in a dreamy haze...reaching up to brush the longer side of his blond splendor out of his eyes so I could drink in the almost feminine beauty of that pretty face. He truly redefined my concept of lovliness, and I sighed quietly to myself as he concentrated on the screen. Then he saw a brief clip of a dark monster with sharp teeth covered in blood.
"Ooh wait! What was that? I need to go back!" Hehehe! My Dustin and his cheesy horror movie fetish. "Nice! We'll watch this one, K?"
"Sounds good to me." I said.
"Hold on. Sit up for a second."
"Sit up? For what?"
"Just, like...sit up. Like me. Put your back against the thingy." He insisted. So, with a bit of a grunt, I pulled myself up to sit, shoulder to shoulder with him. Then, without warning...Dustin suddenly slid over, rolling over my leg and almost smashing my balls as he got between my legs, forcing them to open a bit wider to make room for him. He turned around and leaned back against my chest, and pulled the blanket over our lower halves. "There. Now I'm comfy."
I giggled to myself, tickled by the speed of his manipulations. He certainly knows how to wrap me around his little finger when he wants to. I folded my arms across his chest and gave him a loving squeeze, and a lingering kiss on his cheek as he scooted back even further. Then he took one of my hands, giving it a little kiss before lowering it down into his naked lap. Whether he was hard or soft, it never mattered...he just loved to have me hold his privates for him whenever we were together like this. Something about the intimate contact just relaxed him, I suppose. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining! I just thought that it was a cute habit. One that I had gotten used to almost immediately.
Dustin and I watched the movie, but I was amazed by the warmth and softness of his sack. The wrinkle surface, a light shade of virgin pink, and soft as silk. I felt his shaft rub across my wrist as it slowly began to lengthen, and I continued to slowly fondle him while kissing the back of his neck, my lips further stimulated by the fuzzy down the found there. I felt him place his hands, palms down, on my thighs as he sank further into my chest, and he waited for a slow part of the move to crane his neck around to kiss me on the lips.
I was fully hard again, but just allowing my hands to roam over his body was enough to satisfy me. "You always make me feel so good, Eric." He said.
"Good. I'm glad." I said, kissing him again.
Dustin laid back again, enjoying my movements as I started to give him a few slow strokes to bring him back to full hardness. It never took more than a few seconds. That boy was always ready to go.
However, after a short hesitation, Dustin fidget a little in front of me, and he asked, "Jack knows about us, doesn't he?"
I stopped for a moment, and just hugged him close again to ease some of his tension. "Yeah. Jack knows."
I felt Dustin's shoulders slump forward, and he said, "I didn't tell him, you know? I swear I didn't. I would never do that..."
"Shhhh...it's ok, babe. I know."
Another brief pause, and he asked, "Is Jack gonna tell on us?"
"No. I think he understands that...well, it's not what he initially thought it was."
"What did he think it was?"
"You know...like...molestation. Rape. Taking advantage of someone who didn't have a choice in the matter." I told him.
Dustin rolled his eyes with a dirty look. "Ugh! What is it about people thinking that everything is 'rape' all the time. There are actual, real life, rapists out there, you know? Why can't people just be in love and have sex? Or even not be in love and just have sex? What kind of sad life must you lead to have nothing better to do than run around and worry about who's banging who? It's so stupid."
"Well...there's got to be rules in life somewhere. They're meant to keep people safe. And, sure, they may not work for everybody, but...I understand the need to have rules for this sort of thing, regardless."
"I still think it's stupid..." He pouted. "We should run away together. Just go somewhere so nobody can find us. Then we can act like we're married and just lay in bed all day, just like this. I've got a Playstation, and we can play any time we want. And you can cook us stuff. Ooh! We should grow a garden!"
"Hehehe, this plan of yours sounds pretty elaborate."
"Maybe. But it's not impossible, right?" He asked in the cutest little voice. I kissed him again, rubbing his legs as he put his knees up. "I just...I don't ever want anybody to tell me that I can't be with you anymore. I just want to love you and have that be the end of it, you know?"
"I know. Me too."
Dustin seemed to almost be afraid to ask, but with minimal fidgeting, he said, "If anybody else finds out...I mean...what happens then?"
"I don't know, Dustin. I really try not to worry about it." It wasn't the complete truth, but Dustin doesn't have the best poker face when it comes to hiding a secret. I didn't want him worrying about it either. "I just know that most people won't get it."
"I could tell them. Eric, I could make them understand..."
"I'm afraid that they wouldn't listen to you. It wouldn't matter." I put my hand over his heart and tried to get him to calm down a bit. But he asked again what might happen if anybody else found out that I liked teenage boys, and avoiding the whole issue of potentially going to prison just for holding him in my bed like this, I said, "Some people might stop talking to me...might lose my job, my friends might stop supporting anything that I do, or start spreading weird rumors about me...and it hurts, but...it'll never change who I am. I'll just have to deal with it, I suppose."
"Because of me..." He mumbled sadly.
"Hey. Look at me..."
"It's ok. I didn't mean it like that..."
"No, seriously. Dustin, look at me. Ok?" He slowly turned a bit, the brightness of his neon blue eyes meeting mine, dim with guilt for making things difficult for us, simply because he was too young to matter. At least in his mind, he was. "I love you."
"I know. I'm not saying that, I just..."
"I'm not just telling you that to make you feel better, Dustin. I love you. And I'm going to love you for the rest of my life...no matter what happens. Ok?" I said. "At the end of the day, I'd rather have real love than fake friends. I'd rather have you. You hear me?"
Dustin looked as though he was getting a little misty eyed, and I heard his voice trembling slightly as he leaned in to wrap his arms around my neck and hide his budding tears where I wouldn't see them. "You are so extra, Eric! I love you too. Sooooo much, you have no idea..."
He was physically trembling in my arms, and i just wished that I had some way to protect him from the sense of dread and danger that he was feeling when it came to us being together. A way that I could make him a promise that I was sure I'd be able to keep. But, unfortunately...I didn't have a method or a game plan for either one. For now, it was all about enjoying the moment, and knowing that...whatever happens to us later on...we were able to share something truly beautiful. If only for a little while.
"Do you have some juice?" He asked.
"What?" I said, watching him with a confused look as he leaned back on his haunches.
"Some juice. Like, in the fridge or something?"
It took me a second to catch up. "Hehehe, dude...that is so random."
"That's not random!" He giggled. "I'm thirsty."
"I thought we were having a moment here, you and me."
"We can have the moment after I get some juice. Promise. K?" Dustin hopped out of bed, naked as the day he was born, and rock hard to boot. "I can get you something too if you want." He said, heading to the door. I chuckled to myself and just asked him to grab me one of the bottled waters in the refrigerator door. "Booooring! But ok. I'll be right back!"
"Hey! Hey! What's the rule? Huh?" I said, and Dustin looked down at his shameless nudity and blushed slightly.
"Oh yeah. No walking around naked. Sorry." He grabbed my bathrobe, which still looked way too big to rest on his slim shoulders, and he walked out of my room to bang around in the kitchen for a little bit.
All I could do was lay back down on my pillow, feeling the magical sensations of unrestricted infatuation running through me as if for the very first time. How can he be so perfect for me? How is any of this possible? I spent years thinking that I was going to be condemned to a life of misery and loneliness...never being able to taste the forbidden fruit that I deeply craved with every fiber of my being. If people only knew the amount of suffering that I had to struggle through, just to keep from wanting to throw myself onto the tracks in the subway. To come to terms with who I am, and what I was attracted to. It's a pain that runs deep. And it's something that you can't even get help for because everybody is so afraid to talk about it. You feel so helpless. So alone.
And now? I'm here, lying naked in my own bed, with the most breathlessly gorgeous teenage boy that I've ever seen...wearing my bathrobe and digging around in my fridge. This is SO insane!
"M'kay! I got lemonade." Dustin said as he came back into the bedroom, and set both his glass and my bottled water on the dresser, immediately taking my robe off and letting it fall to the floor at his feet before bringing the drinks over to the bed. Hehehe, he couldn't WAIT to get naked again! "Here's your lame water! Hehehe!" He said, tossing it to me, and putting his glass on the nightstand to get under the blankets again. Then he kissed me on the lips. "Tonight is awesome, isn't it? I'm having a good time."
"I am too." I said, feeling his hand reach in between my legs to take a hold of me.
"Sexy..." He grinned, and he rubbed his nose against mine before kissing me again. "So, ummm...do you feel like cooking now, or...?"
"Do I feel like cooking now?" I asked. "Like right now?"
"Hehehe, I'm hungry!" He said, hugging me around the waist.
"Of course you are." I smirked. "Teenagers..."
"Hey! That's 'ageist'...or whatever." He said, and I gave him a slight tickle under the ribs to make him squirm. "C'mon. Teach me how to make that chicken Parmesan dish. I wanna learn."
"You want to eat, is what you want to do."
"Yeah, that too. Hehehe!" He said, and got up out of bed. "Don't forget to bring your water. Weirdo."
I swear, this boy is going to be the death of me...