Scott

He was so gorgeous, sitting atop me like that, panting and mouth hanging open. His golden hair seemed to glow, giving him a halo-like aura around his head. Emotions ran in a torrent through my veins, almost over-fluxing me with the strange and sudden feelings that I was having difficulty understanding.

"Mmm, I want to see you," he replied innocently. Gently, he grazed his fingertips over the large bump in my boxers. Then he smiled slyly. "They're all wet."

His touch and his voice caused me to shudder, becoming horny and blind in the ecstasy of being naughty and at the prospect of what was about to take place. I hitched my thumbs into the waist of my pre-cum soaked boxers and he helped me tug them down my thighs. I trusted him completely. "Problem solved."

My penis sprung up in an elegant arch high above my legs, and Taylor smiled as his eyes ate up the plate before him. My cock when hard was six and a half inches long, and four and a fourth in circumference, and it was every inch raging, the heat flushing it quite purply-red.

He began to run his hands up and down my bare thighs in anticipation, each time his hands coming closer and closer to my dick, which was getting so hard and hot that it was almost touching my navel, it was standing up so straight.

"Touch it," I heard myself whisper, not believing the words coming out of my mouth. He could have made me come by just stroking my legs like that . . .

"I will," he breathed, and took me in his hand, squeezing me. "It's gorgeous, Scott . . ."

Pleasure shot up and down my back, and I grasped the sheets with my fingernails, sitting up and gasping. Taylor looked at me, pleased at my reaction, and slowly - oh SO slowly - began to move his hand up and down, his thumb massaging the sensitive, swollen head of my cock on every up-stroke. I laid back down, my hips beginning to move under the influence of his hand.

"Tay - oh, Tay," I could only barely whisper out loud. He increased his pace and I let a quiet moan escape my lips. It felt so great, and he was doing it perfectly - I mean, you could obviously tell he jerked off, because his motions were so fluid. I was coasting quickly uphill in my pleasure, and every few seconds he would beat me faster and faster, and oh, God, I couldn't last much longer -

He let go and sat back a little bit.

"No, don't stop," I moaned. "Don't stop now . . ." I gazed at him, my stomach aching for relief, and the desperate desire to have him touch me more.

"I want it, Scott," he said, raising his eyebrows at me, and taking my penis back into his fist. I groaned and readily accepted his tongue as he crawled up and found my mouth. He didn't stay there for long, though, and gazed at me while he slowly kissed my chin and slid his tongue down my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail on my skin that tingled as the cool air hit it.

As his tongue danced on my collar bone and then licked a straight path down my chest all the way to my navel, I realized what was going to happen then.

Oh, God, why was he going to slow?! Taylor kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly slid his tender lips and tongue through the small amount of dark pubic hair that I have around the base of my cock. My heartbeat rebounded in my chest as I willed him to suck me. But I was waiting . . . just waiting . . . in a frenzy of erotic torture, while Taylor skipped my dick altogether and went straight to the tender inside of my thighs.

This was a pleasure all in its own, but nothing could have compared to when Taylor finally slid his tongue up from the base of my cock, sliding up the shaft and using the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of my prick.

"Ohh . . ." I moaned softly and rolled my head back. I could feel his wet lips sliding over the head of my cock and embracing it into a tight suck. My hips raised with his sucking.

Taylor

It was weird how, staring at Scott's hard, at-attention cock, feeling its texture beneath my fingers as I'd rubbed it up and down, feeling his slimy pre-cum drip down over them, how I'd suddenly wanted to blow him. Weird, how I actually bent over and began to lick the full length of his cock, its sharp aroma and taste amazing to me.

I raised my eyes and gazed at his flushed, sweaty face before I gently slid the circumcised head of his dick between my lips, inviting his cock in for a tongue-bath. His quick pants and his veins beginning to poke out more from his skin only encouraged me, and as I began to run my tongue softly over his head, more pre-cum gushed out. I lapped up at it like I hadn't eaten anything in a year. Surprisingly, I liked its taste, even though I always thought I might gag at it if I tried it. I actually always thought the idea of sucking cock was repulsive . . . but I guess, like they say, don't knock it till you try it!

I began to swirl my tongue around and around the head of Scott's throbbing cock. He thrashed his head a little, his hair flying across the pillow. His enchanting eyes caught mine and he grinned at me. Then, the grin fell of his face. I wrapped my fist around the base of his cock and began to pump it furiously. Neither of us minded the sucking, slurping sounds I was beginning to make.

Scott suddenly bucked up at me.

"Tay! - "

He didn't even have to say anything - we both knew he was coming. He sat up a little and remembered to at least cover his mouth before moaning loudly in announcement of his pleasure.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt his cock jerk beneath my fingers, and then a gush of hot, thick, creamy-textured fluid shoved its way down my throat. I swallowed it and held the next four spurts he offered me in my mouth.

"Come here," he gasped, pulling the sides of my head. We pulled my lips against his own, his tongue invading my mouth and tasting his own cum. Though I'd swallowed most of it by then, I passed a little into his mouth. He sighed, panting, sexy and thin (and vulnerable at the moment) beneath me, and I licked my lips over any stray streaks of cum as I wrapped my arms around him. His hot skin was a shock to me as my body pressed up against his. He kissed me again, still breathing heavily but investigating my mouth for any last traces of his own seed.

"You taste good," he whispered to me between licks, and shot his hand out and grabbed my right one, bringing my fingers to his own willing mouth and licking the sticky traces of precome off. Then, he sighed, trying to control his breathing, and laid back down on he pillow.

We both laid there in our own little universes, our thoughts separate, for a few minutes. Finally, his breathing returned to a normal pace. Scott's voice spoke up from out of nowhere.

"I hope I wasn't too loud."

"No," I replied, closing my eyes and feeling incredibly full. I couldn't believe any of this had happened. I met Scott Moffatt. I fell in love with him. I sucked him off. He moaned my name in orgasm . . . I cozied up my cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately, wanting to scream for joy and cry out of the passion I felt for him. The sudden intense feelings that had crept over my heart over the day and had finally been set free all across my entire body.

I sighed in contentment as I felt Scott's fingers run through my hair. Quietly, he said,

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Scott," I replied, adoring the feeling of his fingers running lightly up and down my spine. I felt so curiously comfortable with him - as if we'd had a relationship for any number of years.

Scott

I couldn't sleep. I kept gazing over at Taylor's sleeping body, his blond hair on his pillow catching all the moonlight, admiring him and letting my mind be swept away with thought. I was tired as hell, but something wouldn't let me sleep, for fear that if I fell asleep and were to wake up again, I would discover that everything that happened between Tay and I was a dream, and I would have to crawl back into my lonely little shell.

In the dim light of the room, Taylor's pale skin seemed to catch the translucent light, and hold it. His skin had a sheer, porcelain-like quality to it, and his utter calmness when he slept had been so unlike him earlier, as he'd been provocatively staring at me while giving me a blow-job.

I felt the sudden urge to roll onto my side and wake him up and hold him and kiss him, but at the same time it would have been a sin to wake him up when he slept so angelically.

In the end of a five-minute torture session, my selfish side won, and I scooted over in the wide couch-bed so I was closer to Taylor and his subtle body-heat.

How to go about this . . . I wondered, and investigated his face as he slept. He really was beautiful. I couldn't believe he didn't have a girlfriend - or even a boyfriend. His pouty, kissable lips were stuck against the pillow a little, and one arm was stretched out and was under the white pillow. I felt like Prince Charming as I bent in and kissed this sleeping figure's lips.

I stroked his cheek lightly, and smiled as his eyes fluttered open. He focused on me and smiled.

"You're so nice to wake up to," he sighed, and pulled me down beside him.

"I couldn't sleep. I need to be close with you," I explained, and put my arm over his chest. I was astonished at my own honesty with him. I was aware of how freaking gay and whipped I sounded, but for some reason, it didn't matter at all right then.

"I just don't want anybody to walk in and see us," Tay said, yawning. "You have to get up a lot earlier than me, too. God, you're only gonna get like three hours if you go to bed now."

"I don't care . . . I just want to be with you for as long as possible, as much as I can," I said, pulling him close to me.

Taylor just responded by cradling me satisfyingly close to him. That was all I needed. We both fell into a satisfying sleep, temporarily forgetting about my family, about his, about who we were and how taboo our sudden relationship was. All of a sudden we were just two lonely souls, holding each other close and not feeling so lonely anymore.