Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Leaning back, Wendell winced as his bare skin touched the cold stone tile of the kitchen floor. He immediately felt warm as Caleb crawled on top of him. Starting with Wendell's mouth, he slowly kissed downward to Wendell's belly. Caleb's beard tickled him a little and made him chuckle.

  On his belly, he felt the vibration from Caleb's growls. It cracked Wendell up big time, but it changed from laughing to moaning just like that as Caleb's mouth found his cockhead.

  Caleb had Wendell's cock in his throat, swallowing him all the way down. Caleb continued sucking as he moved a hand to Wendell's nipple and pinched it tenderly.

  Wendell shouted, "Oh yeah." His toes clenched and unclenched, all his muscles contracting with pleasure. It'd been too long since anyone sucked his cock, and no one had ever done it this well. Caleb had a talent. He even managed to lick Wendell's balls with his cock inside Caleb's throat. Wendell was sure he’d never experienced that before.

  Just as he was about to reach to his limits, begging Caleb to keep going, Caleb pulled back and mouthed, "Not yet, sexy."

  Caleb got up, went to one of his cabinets, and took out dark chocolate syrup. Wendell could imagine what Caleb was about to do with it. He couldn’t wait for the sugary concoction to pour over him or for the hot lips and tongue of his lover to caress him to the very brink of insanity.

  As Wendell sat up, Caleb signed, - Lie down, W. -

  Wendell obeyed, lying down on his back.

  Caleb winked then squeezed the syrup over Wendell's body, starting near his face and dripping slowly onto his chest, stomach, cock, and legs. Wendell’s breath quickened with every drop of chocolate. Caleb dropped the bottle on the floor next to Wendell and got on his knees.

  He massaged Wendell's calves as he stuck out his tongue on Wendell's thighs, licking at the chocolate there. He licked as slow as possible, making sure he got all the chocolate off Wendell's legs.

  Wendell squeezed his eyes shut, goosebumps popping up, his cock leaking pre-cum, and he struggled to hold back his orgasm. Before he knew it, his balls were in Caleb's mouth as the man toyed with them, rolling them around with his tongue and sucking on each one.

  Wendell moaned loudly, begging for more. His balls popped out of Caleb's mouth and it was pain with pleasure in the mix. Wendell couldn't control his voice as he shouted, "Oh fuck!"

  Caleb teased Wendell by licking around his cock, avoiding the hot flesh. He whimpered, trying to thrust his cock into Caleb's mouth again. Caleb refused, continuing to play around Wendell's cock.

  The chocolate was all over Wendell’s face and chest, getting hard in some places. He didn’t care since he was overwhelmed by Caleb’s teasing.

  Wendell reached for Caleb's arms, pulling him face to face. Wendell's lips met Caleb's. This time, Wendell was even hungrier for Caleb's mouth, which was flavored with dark chocolate. Wendell's favorite.

  He couldn't handle it anymore and he shot against Caleb's cock. Caleb stopped shortly, looking down at Wendell's dick. He murmured something Wendell couldn't understand. Caleb chuckled and kissed him again.

  There was a mix of cum and chocolate all over their groin areas. Wendell pushed Caleb to the floor. He picked up the bottle of syrup, straddled Caleb’s hips, sat up, and poured chocolate all over his hand. He stared into Caleb’s eyes as he licked his long fingers before running them through Caleb’s thick chest hair. He began licking, slurping, sucking on Caleb’s chest and stomach.

  Wendell could taste the salty, bitter taste of his sperm and the sweet from the chocolate. It made him feel almost high on sex. He played as long as he could stand before he turned his attention to Caleb's cock.

  Wendell noticed how frustrated Caleb got when was teased. Yeah, that's how I felt, he laughed to himself. He paused briefly to study Caleb's cock. It was a nice thickness and a bit bigger than Wendell's. "You've a nice size."

  Caleb grinned and reached to grab the back of Wendell's head, pushing his cock inside Wendell's mouth. Wendell didn't fight back; he let Caleb's whole cock into his throat as if it belonged there.

  From the vibrating of Caleb’s stomach, Wendell assumed Caleb shouted, making Wendell suck Caleb even harder, furiously licking his cockhead.

  The salty-sweetness of Caleb’s pre-cum mixed with chocolate drove Wendell crazy. First chocolate and now Caleb's marvelous cum. Wendell moved his hand underneath Caleb's sac and pressed against his taint, tickling the sensitive area with light fingers.

  Caleb raised his legs high in the air, showing Wendell that he wanted more, and giving Wendell's fingers access to his hole. This was something Wendell wanted, too.

  Wendell rubbed against Caleb's hole as gently as he could, while continuing his oral assault on his cock. He got to taste more of Caleb. The mix of chocolate and pre-cum was the best combination he could've ever tasted.

  Caleb's hole was already sweaty, and it was wet enough for him to insert his index finger slowly. The warmth inside made Wendell push in even deeper.

  Wendell stopped sucking and watched Caleb's pleasure-filled face. He could see a torrent of words coming out of Caleb's mouth. Even though he couldn't understand what was being said, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He was the one who was causing that reaction.

  Caleb's legs stayed high as Wendell moved his eyes to Caleb's hole. He replaced his finger with his tongue. Caleb grabbed Wendell's hair, as if it was too much for him to handle. Wendell continued licking and sucking his hole. He absolutely love rimming, especially a furry one.

  Without warning, Caleb's legs squeezed Wendell's head as he rimmed hard. He had a feeling that Caleb was about to shoot. He stopped and guided Caleb's cock back into his mouth.

  Wendell had gotten to Caleb's cock at just the right time, since Caleb shot against the wall of Wendell's throat almost immediately. Caleb's cum had such a sweet, sugary taste. He was starving for more of it, sucking until there was nothing left.

  Wendell crawled from Caleb's cock back up to his face, dragging his tongue over Caleb’s skin on the way. Some spots of chocolate were still visible on Caleb's body. Wendell cleaned it all off with his tongue.

  Caleb's body shook like an earthquake when Wendell reached his nipples. He bit Caleb's nipple tenderly and watched Caleb's face at the same time. It was beautiful to watch Caleb spasm with such an overwhelming orgasm.

  As soon as Wendell was satisfied all the chocolate was gone from Caleb's chest, he looked up into Caleb's bright blue eyes and kissed him, just a gentle, soft touch.

  Caleb hugged Wendell tightly, as if he were unwilling to let him go. Wrapped in that big bear hug, Wendell felt safe, comforted. He felt as if he’d found where he belonged.

  *****

  The sex on the kitchen floor was hot. The memory stuck in Wendell’s head all night, but he woke up feeling cold. Caleb wasn’t in bed anymore. The clock said ten o’clock. Shit, I’ve overslept. He got up immediately and pulled on his jeans. He took off trying to find Caleb, not a difficult feat given how small the house was. Caleb was in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee.

  Apparently, Caleb heard as Wendell shuffled his feet on the floor, and he turned to look at him. Caleb pointed to the counter where the coffeemaker and a mug were.

  - Good morning. - Wendell tried to be as calm as possible but he could see the sadness imprinted all over Caleb’s face. He was worried, but he poured himself a cup of coffee then joined Caleb at the table.

  - Morning. - Caleb responded when Wendell sat down.

  - Are you okay? I read expressions well and you’re sad. -

  - No, I’m actually not okay. I know we slept together once but…I’m falling for you. -

  - But? -

  - The thing is…I’m not out. -

  - Okay. Did you realize we live in Rehoboth Beach, one of the most gay-friendly towns? -

  - I know. My family is very conservative. They’d disown me just like that. I can’t stand the idea that they’ll not be in my life anymore. I’m scared. -

  - I understand. You come out at you
r own time. I’m not going to force you but I’ll not go back in the closet either. I’ve been out for more than ten years now. -

  - Of course, I don’t want to drag you back in the closet. The actual reason why I was sad all morning was because I am about to call my parents and tell them the truth. I’ve been holding it in too long. -

  - Only if that is what you truly want. -

  - I have to, anyway. Once my ex-girlfriend catches me with you…she’ll tell my parents. She hadn’t accepted us being over. That’s why she was at the shop the other day screaming. -

  - Ah…it’s best for your parents to get that kind of news from you, not others. -

  Caleb spent some time thinking of what to do about this tough situation. He was unable to either speak or sign, so instead he wrote and handed a piece of paper to Wendell. It read, ‘I’m going to call my parents about us now.’

  Wendell sighed and asked, “Do you want me to be with you when you call them?”

  Caleb mouthed, "Please."

  Caleb got on the phone and Wendell sat by him, holding his hand.

  Wendell did his best reading Caleb's lips as Caleb said, "Mom, I've something to tell you and I need you to get Dad too." Caleb waited for a few minutes and spoke again, "Please understand this, I love you both and I don't want to lose you over this but." He inhaled deeply. "I'm gay."

  Wendell studied Caleb's face, trying to figure out if Caleb's parent were okay with him being gay. Not even one emotion had shown on his face and that worried Wendell.

  Caleb continued talking on the phone and Wendell couldn't understand what he was saying. Once Caleb hung up, he signed,

  -They knew.-

  THE END

  Author bio: Zach strives to be a successful deaf author, writing about man to man love, with some paranormal and horror thrown in for a good measure. He gets his ideas to write by watching movies and reading books.

  In Zach’s spare time, he likes to run. He participates in charitable running events. He’ll run four 5k’s and one 4 mile race this summer of 2011. He also loves being with his partner and their dog. They do many things together.

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  Piper Vaughn – WANTING (First Love)*

  Selected by Piper Vaughn

  Dear Author,

  I've idolized my brother's best friend for as long as I can remember. I've followed them around being a pest and trying to do everything they did. Now he's finally realized I'm much more than a tag-a-long pest. Can you write the story of the summer we fell in love?

  [PHOTO: Two shirtless, dark-haired young men wearing jeans smile at each other. On the right, one leans back against an old wooden building in a field. His hands rest on the other young man's hips. The other youth leans forward, arms braced on the building to trap him against it.]

  Sincerely,

  Shanna

  Genre: Contemporary

  Tags: First love, virgin, college, friends to lovers, brother’s best friend

  Warnings: Brief mention of underage drinking and illicit substances

  Words: 20,865

  WANTING

  by Piper Vaughn

  CHAPTER 1

  “I want you to take my virginity.”

  Laurie paused with the cheeseburger halfway to his mouth. When he realized that Jonah wasn’t going to say anything else, he set the burger on his plate with as much careful precision as he would’ve used when handling a bomb. Assuming he’d ever touched a bomb…which, of course, he hadn’t.

  He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his hands clean with equal care. Only after that did he lean back in his seat and meet Jonah’s eyes, which were regarding him with a hesitant, earnest expression. There was no levity in them, no glint of their normal humor. Jonah appeared to be one hundred percent serious. And that fact made Laurie one hundred percent terrified. He had a feeling he was going to be taking that cheeseburger to go.

  “Come again?” he finally said, for lack of anything better. Because he must have misheard. There was no way in hell his best friend’s eighteen-year-old brother had just said those words. Over lunch. In the middle of a diner. With an old, white-haired couple sitting right behind them.

  When Jonah had approached him and said he needed some advice, Laurie had been perfectly willing to lend an ear. He figured as a gay teenager, the kid probably didn’t have very many people to talk to about safe sex or boyfriends or relationships in general. And since he and Jonah’s older brother, Marcus, had been friends practically since birth, it made sense that Jonah would come to him. Jonah had been trailing after them since he was old enough to walk, always underfoot and wanting to be involved in whatever he and Marc were doing. Over the years Laurie had started to think of him as just another pesky little brother to add to the brood that constantly annoyed him when he was at home.

  Until Jonah’s seventeenth birthday party when Laurie had caught Jonah making out with one his classmates in the basement. One of his male classmates.

  That day, Laurie had learned he and Jonah had one very big thing in common. And he would’ve been lying if he said his perception of Jonah hadn’t changed after that. He started to notice things, like how Jonah’s skin was the perfect shade of pale gold, and his smile sort of took Laurie’s breath away, and how his tight little body was the type wet dreams were made of. But the more he’d noticed the harder Laurie had fought to keep Jonah locked away in the platonic, no-sexual-feelings-allowed section of his mind. If sometimes he failed and his thoughts wandered into fantasy territory at the sight of Jonah without a shirt, well, that was between him and his traitorous brain. No one else would ever have to know.

  So, Laurie had listened to Jonah’s story about the guy he’d been dating toward the end of his senior year. The guy who had cheated on Jonah and then broken up with him because he wasn’t willing to waste his time on a “frigid little shit who wouldn’t put out.” Jonah’s eyes were shining with tears as he told that part and Laurie’s stomach had clenched with anger and sympathy. But Jonah didn’t need a guy like that and Laurie had told him so. There would be other guys. Better guys. Someone like that wasn’t worth tears. Might as well save the waterworks for when it really counted, and being dumped by some high school douchebag with an overinflated sense of self-importance so didn’t make that cut.

  Jonah had nodded and agreed. Then, not five minutes later, those words had come out of his mouth. Words that Laurie still wasn’t sure he’d heard right. People didn’t just burst out with things like that over French fries and milkshakes in crowded, greasy spoon diners. Not when the bubblegum-chomping waitress could swing by at any second to ask if they wanted some apple pie for dessert. Talk about awkward.

  “I want you to take my virginity,” Jonah repeated.

  Laurie blinked at him. Okay. So those words hadn’t actually been some sort of warped, sugar-induced auditory hallucination. “I thought that’s what you said.”

  “Just…just hear me out before you answer, okay, Laurie?”

  “Look, I don’t think this is the best place for this conversation.” Laurie inclined his head toward the family of five seated at a round table a few feet away from them. One of the three towheaded boys was staring their way, his eyes magnified to double their size by thick-lensed glasses.

  Jonah glanced over at the table and nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But can we talk about it on the ride back?”

  Laurie sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. Jonah’s virginity was not a topic he wanted to discuss, especially when it pertained to him being the one to divest Jonah of said virginity. But he and Jonah had a twenty minute drive back to Beckett’s Adventure Company and it wasn’t like he could gag Jonah to keep him from talking on the way there. “Fine. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

  “Great,” Jonah said with a grin. And then he calmly went back to his food as if he hadn’t dropped
a bombshell on Laurie’s head a few minutes before.

  Laurie, however, found that his appetite was gone. Looked like he would be taking that burger home after all.

  ****

  Once they were in the car—and his takeout container had been dumped unceremoniously onto the backseat—Laurie started up the engine and sent up a quick prayer that Jonah had forgotten about the conversation they were supposed to be having in the time it had taken him to finish his meal and pay the bill.

  No such luck. Laurie no sooner turned out of the parking lot than Jonah was shifting nervously in his seat and clearing his throat. “So…”

  Laurie wasn’t about to make it easy for him. “So?” he said idly as he pulled to a stop at a red light. He could feel Jonah’s gaze on the side of his face, but he kept his eyes straight ahead.

  Jonah sighed. “You’re going to make me say it again?”

  “No. But I am going to make you explain why you said it in the first place.”

  “Well, ever since Dirk broke up with me, I’ve been—”

  “Dirk?” Laurie gave him a skeptical look. “Seriously?”

  “Yes, Laurie. Seriously.”

  Laurie rolled his eyes and turned back to the steering wheel. The kid had a point there, but who could blame him for using a nickname when his parents had saddled him with a name like George Laurence? No one born after 1950 should be stuck with such a stodgy old name.

  “So, anyway, ever since he broke up with me, I’ve been thinking, and…well, I don’t want to go to college a virgin. The guys there, they’re going to be experienced and I’m not going to know what I’m doing, and I’m probably going to make a fool of myself or something. I don’t want to be embarrassed. I—”

  “That’s part of the whole process,” Laurie interrupted, keeping his eyes on the road as he merged onto the highway that would take them back to Jonah’s grandfather’s shop. “Sometimes sex is awkward. You find the right person, and there won’t be any need to be embarrassed.”

  “Yeah, and I want you to be that person. I want to learn about it from someone I trust. Someone I know won’t laugh at me, or dump me if there are certain things I’m not comfortable doing.”