by Dirk Hunter
But Kai stirred before I could do more than stand up. He rolled over and smiled tiredly at me, taking in my naked body through heavy-lidded eyes. His look held no disgust or regret, or any of the things I had been fearing he’d feel if he woke up to find us naked together.
Instead he only said, “Good morning, starshine,” even though the sun was clearly setting outside. He stretched, bringing his cock back into my line of sight. Once again I experienced that tunnel vision of desire, where the whole world disappeared except Kai — more specifically the bit between his legs. Kai began playing with himself, distractedly, his grin growing wider as he noted the effect he had on me.
“Dylan, dude, you’re covered in dried cum. Gross. We should take a shower.”
I thought for a second I was imagining things. Surely this was all a dream, right? “We?”
“Mmhmm,” he said, getting out of bed. He grabbed me by the hips and steered me toward the bathroom.
Why had I wanted to leave again?
I was hard before we even got in the shower, which Kai apparently found hilarious. He draped a washcloth over my cock, laughing, making jokes about pitching tents. It started off as less a sexual shower and more a playful one, with Kai giggling throughout, spraying me with cold water, initiating more than one soap fight and staying decidedly flaccid. But I did get to rub soap onto his back, and when I let my cock brush against his ass, he giggled but didn’t make me stop. Finally, I dropped all pretense, reached around and grabbed his dick, stroking it until he was hard in my hand. He leaned back against me, thrusting into my hand, each movement of his hips rubbing his ass against my cock. Soon he came, but when I had milked every last drop from him, he kept moving, caressing my dick with his ass. I had the strange feeling that shoving my finger in his ass earlier had awakened some desire in him, something I definitely wanted to explore. Holding him tight against me, I started thrusting until I came, covering his back and my abs with cum.
“Oh, dude, gross. Now you have to wash my back again.” He giggled. “And this time only washing.”
The shower finished pretty quickly after that. I tried to dry him off, but he kept whipping me with a towel, turning the tender moment I had imagined into more of a locker room struggle. Then we played some more video games and went to bed. I slept on the inflatable mattress Kai had under his bed. I kept hoping he’d tell me to crawl in bed with him, but he never did, and something stopped me from asking if I could. Before I could muster the courage, he was snoring. Soon I fell asleep with that weird ache in my gut.
CHAPTER FIVE
IN BIOLOGY class, Mel sat between Kai and me, eyes shifting suspiciously back and forth, first at me, then at Kai. I pretended not to notice. Mel was always unusually perceptive, and it was clear she knew something had happened. For one thing, she never sat between us. She had often made fun of Kai and me, saying we were attached at the hip. But, perhaps most incriminating, neither of us said anything. Our usually incessant joking banter was completely absent. Worse, this had been going on for days now: the awkward silences, keeping our distance, refusing to look at each other.
“Okay, one of you better start telling me what is going on,” she said through clenched teeth.
Kai looked up from the paper he was idly doodling on. “What?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You two have barely spoken all week. Are you fighting about something? What?”
“We’re not fighting, are we, Dylan?”
I looked over and, for a second, our eyes met, Kai’s and mine. In that instant, a thousand images flashed through my mind: Kai naked, me blasting load after load of cum onto his chest, his hand holding my cock, his face at the moment of orgasm. We both looked away.
“Nope. Definitely not fighting.” I said, feeling my face turn red.
Mel narrowed her eyes and stared hard at me, as though trying to make me break through sheer force of will. Angrily she said, “Well, whenever you two decide you want to start talking to me, let me know.”
She stood up, using the pretense of needing to throw something away, and sat back down at a different table.
I stole another look at Kai, but if he noticed, he didn’t look up from his doodling. Even the sight of his bent neck, ignoring me, was enough to make me hard, remembering the things we’d done and imagining what else I’d like to do.
The truth was, I wanted to tell Mel what was happening. Only, I wasn’t entirely sure what it was myself. Almost every night, Kai would come to my house, or I to his, the clothes would come off, and the sexual Olympics would resume. I’d given Kai more blow jobs than I could count — that’s a lie: the answer was eight, and I could vividly recall each and every one — but the most Kai ever did for me was a quick hand job.
Occasionally he would let me rub my dick between his ass cheeks until I came. We never kissed. Never slept together, as in actual sleep. And at school, things kept getting more and more awkward. I’d just sit there with this ache in my gut, unable to look at him without wanting to jump him right there in front of everyone — and I couldn’t help but feel that Kai didn’t want anyone to know, even Mel.
Maybe especially Mel.
However, all this week, in strange juxtaposition to the strain in my relationship with Kai, Adam and I were becoming almost friends.
Which isn’t to say we were being nice to each other, quite the opposite actually. If anything, there were even more insults yelled down the hall, or dramatic showdowns in the lunchroom. Only now, they had been sapped of all malice. Adam never called me a faggot anymore, though several iterations of “fairy” did make a routine appearance, there was never a threat of violence, and more often than not we walked away laughing at some clever thing the other had said. We had become almost playful.
I hadn’t seen Adam outside of school this week, though. It was possible he’d shown up at the auditorium looking for me, but I hadn’t ever been there to find out. Kai and I had been rushing off right after school, not even bothering to wait with Mel for her parents to pick her up.
“Kai,” I whispered. He grunted acknowledgement but didn’t even glance at me. “We’re not fighting, are we?”
He did look up then, briefly. “No. What makes you think that?”
“Nothing, it’s just….” But he was already back to his doodles.
After school, Kai seemed to be in an unusual hurry to get back to his car. I lagged behind a bit. I guess I wanted to see if Kai would stop, wait up, maybe ask me what was wrong. As the day had gone by, with Kai still distant, I had started to have a lot of misgivings about this… thing we had together. Sure, I had been gaining the Kai of my dreams, but I’d begun to worry it was at the expense of Kai-my-best-friend. And I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, really.
“Yo, fairy boy.” I jumped, surprised. I hadn’t noticed Adam’s car pull up alongside me. Adam laughed. “Are all fairies that scared of a real man?” “I don’t know. When I meet a real man, I’ll let you know.” I was smiling despite myself. Adam was cheering me up when Kai had got me down. Was the whole world backward?
“You free tonight?” Adam asked. “I was thinking we could….”
Kai appeared out of nowhere and slung his arm around my shoulder protectively. “He’s busy. We’ve got plans.”
Adam looked at me. His eyes were hard, almost penetrating. Before I could answer, however, Adam drove off.
“That was close,” Kai said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me the last fifteen feet or so to his car. Despite everything, I found I was disappointed when he let go.
We drove in silence for a while. I wasn’t certain how to articulate what I was feeling. Kai was the first to break the silence.
“I feel like I need to apologize,” he said.
“Oh?”
“Mel was right. Things have been weird at school. It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about….”
“About what?” I asked. I mean, I knew perfectly well what he couldn’t stop thinking about. I wanted to hea
r him say what he thought this was, between him and me.
“About this.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I could feel him, rock hard, straining against his jeans.
Okay, so it wasn’t quite the heart-to-heart I had been hoping for, but I still felt better. At least now I knew his awkwardness at school wasn’t some sign of a growing divide between us. I guess, just like me, he was too caught up in sexual fantasy to function quite right at school. Smiling, I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers. Kai grabbed my leg, fingers digging into my thigh.
God, I could put up with any amount of awkwardness for this.
Unfortunately, Kai didn’t live too far from school, so we didn’t get a chance to get very creative. Or maybe that was a good thing. Kai was driving, after all. I can just imagine the look on the cop’s face, unable to pull our dead bodies from the wreckage ’cause our hands were too far down each other’s pants — it would make an excellent obituary. Kai had to shove himself back into his jeans, which proved to be a lot harder than it was to get him out. Trying to look casual as we held our backpacks in front of our crotches, we ran inside. Kai did a quick snoop around his house to make sure his mom wasn’t home. He still locked the door to his bedroom however.
I was anxious to start. We usually began with me giving Kai a blow job, but Kai didn’t rush to take his clothes off. Instead, he reached under his bed, and pulled out a brown paper bag. Then he tore off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, and started jacking off, watching me intently.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded. As he said it, he plunged a finger into his ass.
I ripped the seams of my shirt in my haste to get it off. Kai thrust his finger in and out. I tore off my pants, and Kai added a second finger. God, it was hot. I fell to the floor in front of him, taking his cock deep into my mouth.
“Finger me,” he said. I found his prostate and stroked it with my finger.
“More,” he moaned, and I added another finger until he was gasping. “More,” he cried, and with three fingers, I fucked his hole.
He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock. “Open the bag,” he said. I continued to fuck him with one hand. With the other, I upended the brown paper bag, spilling its contents onto the bed. It had been filled with condoms and lube.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I faltered for a second, unable to believe my ears. “Fuck me,” he said again. I got to my feet, ripped open a condom and put it on. Kai watched me, running his hands over his chest, his abs, his cock. I covered my hands in lube. I had no idea how much to use, and I didn’t want to hurt Kai. I smeared lube onto his hole with one hand and my dick with the other.
Satisfied we were slippery enough, I pressed the head of my cock right against Kai.
Our eyes met. We were both breathing heavily and, up till then, had been moving almost frantically. But in that moment, time seemed to slow.
Kai bit his lip. He looked worried, like he didn’t know if it would hurt, but in his eyes I thought I saw a need. The same need I felt.
Slowly, I pushed in. I heard Kai gasp, felt him tense around my cock, eliciting a shout of pleasure from me. He relaxed, and I slid all the way in. The feeling was intense, indescribable. Kai’s face was contorted into a grimace — whether of pleasure or pain, I could not tell.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“Don’t stop” was all he said.
I pulled out, then thrust back in. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster. I settled into a steady rhythm, hips pumping, Kai’s room filling with the sounds of flesh smacking into flesh, my grunts, and Kai’s shouts of pleasure. I leaned over Kai, staring deep into his eyes. I grabbed his cock, stroking in counterpoint to my thrusts. He reached up and grabbed my chest, nails digging into my pecs. With each thrust my pleasure intensified. Nothing existed except me and Kai, our bodies, together.
“Oh God!” Kai yelled and came, filling my hand and covering his chest with his cum. Suddenly the dam broke, and I was spraying my own seed deep inside him. With each wave of his orgasm, I could feel the muscles of his ass tighten around my cock, milking it dry. Finally spent, I pulled out and collapsed, exhausted, on top of Kai.
For a while I just lay there, reveling in our closeness, the feel of his entire body beneath mine. Even with everything that had been happening, I had never expected my relationship with Kai would go to this level. I gradually began to wonder what it meant.
“I never thought a straight guy would ever let someone fuck him.” I said, with special emphasis on straight guy. I found myself hoping he would say he had realized he wasn’t straight, that all he wanted was to stay this close to me forever.
Instead he said, “It’s actually not that uncommon, according to the Internet. Granted, I’m pretty sure it is usually a girl with a strap-on, but I figured I should give the real thing a try, you know?”
A try? I floundered for something to say. “Why did we use a condom? I don’t have anything. You can’t get pregnant or whatever. Right? Ha-ha….” I was rambling, trying to cover my hurt and disappointment.
“Gross, dude. I don’t want your semen in me. Good thing too, ’cause you definitely didn’t pull out, which, rude, by the way.” He shoved me off him and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower. I am, you know, covered.”
He unlocked the door and left.
After a minute, I joined him. But it was quick, almost businesslike.
Kai stepped out of the shower before I had even finished soaping up.
Telling me to hurry, that his mom would be home soon, he went back to his room to get dressed.
CHAPTER SIX
I STAYED home from school the next day. It was a Friday. There were no tests or anything, so it wasn’t like I was missing anything. Except soul-crushing awkwardness, that is. Kai had driven me home pretty much immediately after I had gotten out of the shower. My parents could tell that something was bothering me, but they had the good sense not to pry too hard. I’d gone to my room, skipped dinner, and I’d been in there ever since. If there had ever been a day for nothing but Netflix and video games, anything to keep me from dwelling, this was definitely it.
Someone knocked on my door. “Come in,” I called.
My dad poked his head in. “How are you feeling?” he asked. I shrugged. “I take it you’re not going to want to come down for dinner again tonight?” I shrugged again. “I thought not. Which is why I took the liberty of bringing some up to you.” He pushed open the door and came into my room carrying a tray, which he set down on the bed next to me.
The tray had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a grilled-cheese sandwich, and a box of tissues. Dad had to know I wasn’t really sick — the man was way too smart, and I hadn’t even bothered to fake a cough — but it still made me feel better to get babied a little, as if I really was sick. I thanked my dad. He left, came back about an hour later for my dishes, and left again without a word.
Night fell, and I had just turned off the TV and was about to go to bed when I heard another knock. Only this time it came from the window.
My bedroom was on the first floor, so it wasn’t like it was impossible, but I was still surprised. I slipped out of bed, crossed to the window, and opened it.
“Adam? What are you doing here?” I shivered at the blast of cold air. I was only wearing my pajama pants, after all.
“You weren’t at school” was his reply. He fidgeted, hands in his pockets.
“I was sick.”
“Oh.” More fidgeting. “Can I come in?”
“Oh yeah, sure. Why not? Why don’t I let you in the front door, and we can explain to my parents together what some strange guy is doing showing up to their gay son’s bedroom in the middle of the night. What are you doing here?”
“I kind of meant through the window.”
“There’s a screen. You can’t just….” But Adam reached up and effortlessly popped the screen off the window.
“They’re designe
d to come off. You know, in case of a fire,” he explained. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Adam climbed through the window. “But you better —” Adam popped the screen expertly back in. “— do that. Huh. I should really learn how that works.” Adam leaned back against the wall, arms folded, looking around my room. It wasn’t much — a TV on the dresser, a few framed pictures of me and Mel and Kai hanging on the wall, a desk covered in books. I wondered how Adam had known which window was for my room. Could he possibly remember that from my birthday party all those years ago?
“So, what’s up?” I asked. Adam looked at me for a second, then looked away. Come to think of it, he had been avoiding looking at me from the minute I opened the window, looking every which way except right at me. What was going on?
Instead of answering, though, Adam pulled off his shirt. Once again, he was covered with bruises. Only this time they looked fresh.
“…Oh.” I racked my brain for something better to say but came up blank. So I opened my dresser, pulled out my extra pair of pajama pants, and handed them to Adam.
“What are these for?” He stared at them dumbly.
“I’m assuming you probably don’t want to go home right now. So you will stay here.”
He raised his eyes to meet my gaze. He swallowed. “Thanks,” he said weakly.
“Don’t mention it.” I turned my back deliberately so he could change. I figured he’d appreciate a little privacy. After a second, I heard the clothes-rustle sound of him changing. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No. I can’t kick you out of your own bed.”
“Well, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor, not all bruised like that. Would you rather we share the bed?”
“I don’t mind.”
I turned around to give Adam the benefit of my incredulous stare, but he was back to not looking at me. He seemed very vulnerable, standing there in my red flannel pajama pants, staring listlessly at the floor. And vulnerable was a word I never thought I’d be using in conjunction with Adam. He clearly needed a hug, but we were shirtless, and he still called me “fairy boy.” I wasn’t going to push my luck.