“Did you have a best friend?”
“Yeah, his name was Sam. When I still lived in the city the two of us, with a few other kids, would hang out at his place almost everyday after school.
“What would you guys do?”
“Play video games mainly. Sam would always beat me at those car racing games.”
“I’m just trying to imagine what you were like at twelve.”
“Tall, skinny and awkward.”
“Do you have any picture?”
“Maybe, not sure.”
“Did your mother ever take any?”
“Yeah, but those always went with her through the portal. My dad has most, if not all, my younger-day pics.”
I paused before asking, “Who was the first boy you liked… as more than just a friend?”
Uriah blushed, his buttermilk skin turning an adorable shade of pink. “His name was Charlie. Charlie Shepard.”
“How old were you?”
“Twelve. He was in my Geography class. I sat right behind him and he was always turning around and asking me questions. He had brown hair, brown eyes and dimples when he smiled. And he was always smiling at me.”
“Was he into you?”
“That didn’t occur to me at the time, but now thinking back, I’m guessing he probably was. He would find any excuse to talk to me.
“How come you didn’t ask him out?”
Uriah chuckled. “In jr. high, the concept of dating a guy wasn’t really on my radar. I didn’t see guys dating until high school. By then I was completely obsessed with girls. Maybe if a guy had asked me out I might have considered it, but none ever did.”
“They must have checked you out, though.”
“Sure, but lots of people checked me out. I didn’t have a problem with gay couples, but they weren’t common enough for me to consider them normal. I never personally witnessed any homophobia, but I guess on some level I understood that dating girls would be more socially acceptable.”
We were both silent for a second before my boyfriend asked, “What about you? Who was your first crush?”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Thomas McGrady, fourth grade. I wasn’t the only kid who liked him. All the girls thought he was cute. I first noticed him in middle school. He was in my home room class. He was as straight as they come and never saw me as anything more than a friend, but it didn’t matter. Even at ten years old, I was deep in the closet.”
“Really?” Uriah’s eyebrows jumped up. “At ten?”
“I knew I was different for as far back as I can remember. When I was really young I didn’t really understand it, but I knew. Around seven I remember hearing some friends of my mom talking about this kid they suspected was gay. When I realized what they were describing sounded exactly like me, I readied myself to step into the conversation, but then their tone changed. They began contemplating ways to change or discourage him. Then it hit me. Whatever he was… whatever I was, wasn’t okay. From that moment on, I was terrified that my parents would find out that I was just like that other kid. I was never flamboyant, but I worked extra hard not to say or do anything people would deem sissy, girly or gay. For years I tried to hide, bury and extinguished any sexual thoughts I had toward guys.
“That sounds rough.”
“It was. I was depressed for years.”
“What changed?”
“Kay came along. When she befriended me, things started turning around. She knew I was gay long before I told her. During our friendship she was supportive and caring, but above all else she was patient. She never pushed me or tried to convince me to come out. She’s my best friend... At least she used to be.”
“Where is she?” Uriah asked, noting the sadness in my voice.
“Not sure. I haven't been able to get in touch with her. Rumor has it she's on vacation, but I can't imagine her taking off without saying goodbye."
"That is troubling."
"I didn't realize how much I relied on her for support until she wasn't there.”
“I’m sorry,” my boyfriend said, looking sad.
“What for?”
“If I’d been honest from the start, you wouldn't have been so conflicted.”
“I understand why you weren’t.” my eyes drifted over his face. “What you are is a big deal. You can’t trust just anyone with that. Cody Grayson is a prime example.”
Uriah’s shoulders relaxed. “You make a good point.”
Finishing our dinner, we enjoyed the rest of the sunset before turning in for the night. I was looking forward to seeing the High Kingdom, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about getting in Uriah’s pants, The desire to top him was getting so strong it was making me crazy. Every time I looked at that tall, beautiful young man all I could think about was being inside him. I didn’t mind bottoming for him, but at the end of the day I’m a top and I wanted to get back to my roots. My boyfriend promised he’d think about it, but so far he hadn’t said word one. I wanted to ask where he was at, but I feared bringing it up again would increase the chances he’d turn me down. I also didn’t want to put a damper on what was turning out to be a very enjoyable trip.
On the evening of day two, we arrived at what Uriah called Kingdom City. It dwarfed all its predecessors in size, stretching out almost as far as the eye could see. Peering down, I hardly knew where to look. The metropolise below was a true wonder. Buildings of all shapes and sizes peppered the ground. It took a while for me to notice that from here, we could just make out the palace in the distance. A massive fortress reduced to a speck against a twilight sky.
I really wanted to finish the journey, but Uriah was exhausted so we landed and found an Inn with reasonable rates. After securing the chariot in back, we searched for a place to grab a quick bite before turning in for the night. I was eager to explore this alien city, but that would have to wait.
“Where would you like to eat,” my boyfriend asked, running his fingers through his longish pale locks as he scanned the surrounding area.
“Wherever’s closest.”
“How about there?” He pointed across the street.
“Sure.” Strolling inside, the restaurant was like none I’d ever seen before. It certainly didn’t fall under any Earth category. The decor was simple, but highly irregular. It was basically a collage of different styles and motifs. Still peering around the oddly designed room, we took a table for two near the back. There weren’t a lot of other guests and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the hour or the food. Looking at the menu, I wanted to say the latter. Scanning our options, I wasn’t sure where to start. I recognized the name of most of the ingredients listed, but the way in which they were prepared was definitely peculiar. While I was haggling between the least bizarre items on the menu, Uriah silently studied his own, his lips moving wordlessly and his brow furrowed.
“Do you need help?” I asked, setting down my menu.
He glanced around the near-empty restaurant, his creamy complexion going a little rosy. “Uh, yeah.”
“Here.” I gestured for him to move his chair to my side of the table. Once he was situated, I went over the options. As I read, the crease in his brow deepened. “Fried okra coated in a spicy deer jerky spread. Marinated sardines sprinkled with granulated soy beans. Sun-roasted clams baked in a tangy green olive sauce. Powered peas mixed in a high-sodium blend of mushrooms and cabbage. Sea pickled shrimp lying on a bed of black beans and rice. Grated green carrots dusted with black pepper and baked over a juicy slab of beef. Sautéed spinach and pork bathed in a jalapeño sauce.”
“That last one sounds interesting.”
“Do you like hot stuff?”
Uriah shrugged. “I don’t hate it.”
“Okay. I think I’ll go with the sea pickled shrimp.” After the waiter left with our orders, I turned my attention to my boyfriend. “The food here is really weird.”
“I’ll say,” he replied, gazing around the room. “Working at Chandelle’s Bar & Gallery, the weirdest thing I ev
er saw was deep fried squid.”
“Did you try it?”
“Once when I first started working there. Biggest mistake I ever made.”
“Deep fried squid doesn’t agree with you?”
“Correct. That was a long night.”
“Does sea food usually make you sick?”
“No, so far it’s only been those squid.”
“Want to try some of my pickled shrimp?”
“Sure.”
As odd as the food sounded on paper, it was surprisingly good. Uriah and I spent the better part of an hour sampling various items on the menu. When his stomach was near bursting point, he looked re-energized.
“Man, that hit the spot,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat.
“Any room for dessert? This pineapple crumble looks pretty interesting.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, his left hand resting on his distended belly.
“Sorry.” I returned the dessert menu to its stand. “Sometimes I forget you have a limit.” Instead of answering, my boyfriend released a pretty sizable belch. “Your complements to the chef?”
He nodded, the hand not on his belly going to cover his mouth. While he concentrated on digesting, I once again thought about exploring this magnificent city. From what I saw both in the air and on the ground, it looked like the perfect blend of Earth’s various pasts, starting in medieval times. After we landed, I thought I saw some more modern-looking structures, but I can’t be sure. Seeing that Uriah had gotten his energy back, I was about to suggest taking a quick look around, but he was already talking.
“Ready to head back to the Inn?”
“Sure.” I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer to explore this wondrous city. As we crossed the street back to the Inn, I was feeling a little disappointed until I got a look at our room. Our previous rooms had been pretty small, but this one was quite impressive. To the people here it might look ordinary, but the shimmering gems and gold trim made me feel like I was living in luxury. While my boyfriend took a shower, I popped down to a nearby shop to buy some supplies. I knew we were on a mission, but I still couldn’t help getting swept away by the beauty of this place. Being with Uriah made it very romantic. Seeing our room, I couldn’t resist the fantasies that started playing in my head. Not far from the Inn, I found a stand that sold what I was looking for. When I got back to the room, my boyfriend was just stepping out of the bathroom, one towel around his waist and another on his head as he dried his longish locks of white blond hair.
“Where were you?” he asked, his pale gold eyes going to the sack that I’d placed on a nearby table.
“Just out shopping,” I replied casually, my eyes working over his gorgeous, lean body. There were small drops of water still dotting his skin, making him glisten. When Uriah saw me checking him out, a smile quirked his lips.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I don’t know.” I ran my tongue lazily over my bottom lip. “What’re you thinking?”
“That that bed looks sturdy enough for some wild animal sex.”
“You read my mind.” While he removed the towel from around his waist, revealing his beautiful naked body, I quickly stripped down to my birthday suit. Grabbing my purchases, we both hurried over to the bed.
“I wasn’t sure if they’d have what I was looking for,” I gasped between kisses. “This place being so primitive and all, but I found a stand selling surprisingly modern stuff.”
“What’d you get?”
I dumped the bag out onto the quilt. “A shit load of lube.”
Uriah laughed, his eyes on fire as he rewarded me with several more kisses. We were panting into each others mouths and I knew it was now or never.
“Are you ready?”
“Definitely!” His hands went to my hips and he tired to turn me around, but I resisted.
“No, it’s my turn. I want to mount you like Everest.”
My boyfriend pulled away, the light in his eyes dying. “Aaron, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just too… weird.”
I tried to control the frustration that was building in my chest. I was rock-hard and ached to be inside his powerful, lean body. No doubt his was tight as hell. That thought alone caused pre-cum to leak from my tip. “That’s what I thought before I tried it. At least give it a chance. If it turns out you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again.” Uriah searched my face, his eyes full of uncertainty. “Come on,” I urged. “Just this one time. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Just say the word.” I hoped to god he enjoyed it, but I would respect his wishes.
My boyfriend hesitated longer before his shoulders collapsed. “Okay, fine.”
I tried to hide my excitement, but nothing could be done about my raging hard-on. Uriah started to go down on his hands and knees, but like last time, I wanted to see his face. If by some miracle he enjoyed this, I wanted to witness his every expression. After we stacked some cushions on the mattress, he lay on his back with his butt elevated, giving me easy access to his beautifully toned ass. As I got into position, my boyfriend tentatively wrapped his legs around my waist, his face tense and wary. I could already see his fingers digging into the covers as he nervously waited.
“Try and relax,” I coxed, massaging a thick coat of lubricant on my pulsing erection. “It’ll hurt less.”
He nodded, but didn’t seem to loosen up any. Instead, he watched wide-eyed as I squeezed a portion of lube onto the tip of my index finger and gently circled his hole. After a beat, I pushed in. One finger isn’t much, but Uriah still groaned, the fear in his eyes mounting. I spent a minute or two loosening him up before tossing the bottle aside. I then leaned forward and placed my hands on his lower waist.
“Trust me. It’s not that bad. The pain is only momentary.” He just stared at me, his full lips pressed together. “Are you ready?” When he still didn’t respond, I took his silence as a yes. “When I push in, you push out, okay?” He nodded and after lining myself up, I slowly nudged forward. My boyfriend’s jaw clenched as my swollen head breached his carefully guarded entrance. When I popped inside, his was practically hyperventilating.
“Relax,” I murmured, placing a hand on his stomach as I continued to bury myself in him. It had been so long since I’d penetrated someone, it took a lot of effort not to slam my hips forward. And the fact that I was being engulfed by this giant, amazing body didn’t help. My boyfriend was bigger than anyone I’d ever seen, yet he looked so vulnerable beneath me. He didn’t relax until my pelvis was pressed flush against his ass. While he gradually gained confidence, I fought for self-control. He was just as tight as I’d imagined. It felt incredible! I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on. Every fiber in me wanted to go hard and fast, but this was his first time. I wanted him to enjoy this. I desperately wanted him to enjoy it. Taking a deep breath, I paused for a moment, allowing his body to adjust before beginning to pull out. The moment my hips inched backward, Uriah let out a throaty groan and his behemoth cock jumped. I’d never heard him make a sound like that and all remanence of self-control vanished. Grabbing his thighs, I pulled the rest of the way out before slamming back in. He cried out as his legs wrapped tighter around me. For the briefest moment I thought I’d hurt him, but the look on his face was anything but. Surprise morphed into pleasure as his breathing grew heavy. Wanting to hear that throaty groan again, I pulled out and slammed back in. I was instantly rewarded. Uriah grunted, beads of sweat popping out all over his pale skin. When I slammed into him a third time he whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. This is going to be fun. Leaning forward, I began pounding into my boyfriend hard and fast. I didn’t know what to expect, but like me, he seemed to lose all self-control. His fingers became claws as he dug into the blankets and his large, lean body undulated on the mattress. Every once in a while he would prop himself up on his elbows, his
breath coming out in labored gasps. The whole time he spoke more than I’d ever heard him speak during sex.
“Oh, my god! Shit, shit shit! That feels so good. Jesus Christ! Harder, harder. Yeah, right there, right there. Oh, my god!” He words surprised me, but also turned me on even more. It looked and sounded like he was enjoying this more than I had. Gripping him tightly, I pounded into him even harder, eager to fulfill his request. Our skin slapped together as my pelves connected repeatedly with his ass. The harder and faster I went, the more into it he got. “That’s it. Fuck that ass. Fuck it hard. Deeper. Go deeper. Fuck that feels good! Give it to me. Give me everything you’ve got!” By this time, pre-cum steadily oozed from his monster, drenching his abdomen. Every once in a while, Uriah would reach up and squeeze it, causing even more clear fluid to pour out.
While I continued to slam into him, I removed one hand from his thigh and started massaging the skin between his back entrance and large, heavy balls. This really got his attention. In an instant he was up on his elbows again, his teeth gritted. “Oh, my god! Oh, my god, that’s good. That feels fucking amazing!” Trying to pleasure my boyfriend every way possible, I lifted his legs up onto my shoulders so that I could hit him even deeper. His cries of ecstasy elevated as his inner walls spasmed around me. Gripping his upper calves, I watch Uriah intently. The look on his face was mesmerizing. And the longer we went at it, the more he expressed his satisfaction.
“You want that ass? Take it. Fuck that ass. God, you feel good! I can’t believe what I’ve been missing. Fill me with your seed.” At these words, I lost it. My balls tightened up and I started climaxing. My hips gave tiny thrusts as I began to unload. My fluids coursing into him seemed to push my boyfriend over the edge and his body seized as his orgasm claimed him. Uriah’s wings billowed out and his muscles clenched and spasmed around me. His manhood convulsed and spewed his load all over his chest and belly. When we were both spent, we collapsed on the bed side by side. We didn’t even bother moving the cushions, leaving his body at an inclined. I soon fell asleep, my head resting on his cum-soaked chest.
When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. For a moment, I looked around blurry-eyed until I heard the sound of the shower running. Remembering last night, a smile came to my face. Just the memory of my boyfriend’s first back door experience sent blood rushing to my dick. Jumping out of bed, I was already at half mast. When I joined Uriah in the shower, I eagerly contemplated round two, but when he saw me his face turned a deep shade of crimson and he immediately looked away. Is he embarrassed? I tried to make eye contact with him, but he refused to look at me. Feeling uneasy, I quickly fell back on humor.
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