The Highschool Years
There stood Mitch with a bow on his shirt.
"I didn't get you a gift, but I thought maybe you could unwrap me," he said with a sly grin on his face.
I just stood there dumbfounded.
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asked. When I didn't immediately respond he said, "or, I can go if you want…" He looked down in disappointment.
I quickly told him to come in which he did. I closed and locked the door behind him.
"Mitch," I began. "I just want to thank you for everything you did today. My dad told me it was you that did all this." Mitch just smiled, but I could tell he was blushing. I walked over and placed my lips on his. "Thank you again," I whispered and kissed him some more.
He kissed me back and then became more aggressive with the kissing and we really started getting into it. Mitch was such a great kisser I wanted to make out with him from now till the end of time. And from the way he was kissing me back I knew he felt the same.
He pulled me down onto the bed with him and started kissing my neck. "Oh god," I moaned when he did that. I was in pure ecstasy. I moved my hand over his hard muscles that were trapped beneath his shirt. Even then you could tell he was jacked. I lifted myself up and pulled his shirt over his head. God, what a man! He had perfect firm pecs and washboard abs. I didn't know where to start.
I didn't have to think long before he was pulling my own shirt over my head.
He immediately dove to my right pec and started teasing it. I groaned in ecstasy. His tongue was wonderful. I rode the ways of pleasure that he was giving me.
I changed position so that I was now sitting on top of him instead of laying on him. I felt two hard things in his pants when I did that. I reached down and squeezed his throbbing crotch.
"Mmmm fuck," he moaned.
I just grabbed onto his lips and continued to make out with him. I couldn't believe that I was doing this with Mitch Colborne right now!
There was something that I had longed to do. I reached into his pants and took hold of his throbbing member. It felt even better than I had imagined - hard, but soft at the same time. It radiated heat and was leaking like a faucet.
I took my finger and ran it over his slit. That just seemed to make him leak more precum. He groaned when I did that.
He took his hand away from feeling up my pecs and lowered them to my pants. He started undoing them and then tried pulling them down. I hated breaking our kiss, but I quickly tore them off and then quickly took his pants off.
I climbed back on top of him and we made out. Our crotches were grinding together leaving big wet spots on our underwear. Our hands were roaming all over each other's well-muscled bodies. Mitch traced his hand over my pecs and giving them gentle squeezes and then down my abs. He ended at the top of my underwear and then pulled that down. My hard dick slapped against my abs.
I kissed my way down his body giving extra kisses to his pecs and gently nibbling on them. He cried out a little in pleasure. And then I got to the top of his waistband. I just kept giving kisses to his body before pulling down his underwear.
His dick sprung forward from being confined in the underwear. It was cut and definitely longer than mine. Mitch grabbed our dicks and began jacking them together. This just made us leak more precum.
After we had jacked our dicks together for a few minutes and continued to make out Mitch took my dick in his mouth. He felt so good. I almost came right there. I still couldn't believe that Mitch had my dick in his mouth and his own dick was rock hard.
I wanted to taste Mitch's dick as well so we ended up 69ing for a bit. I just loved his dick. It must've been about 10" or so. And it was all mine!
Mitch pulled off my dick and said, "Sid, there's still another part to your birthday gift." He said getting up and turning his ass towards me. "I want to give you this."
Did he want me to fuck him? He did have a really nice muscled ass.
"There's some lube and condoms in my pants pocket," he continued. So that was the other lump I felt through his jeans.
I couldn't believe I was gonna fuck Mitch. I had always dreamed of this. I jumped off the bed and raced to where he had dropped his pants. I picked up the condom and rolled it over my dick and grabbed the lube and returned to the bed. I applied the lube liberally to my dick. Then I took some more and rubbed it over his hole. He groaned in reply when I touched his hole.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to give you this. Just please be gentle I haven't had anything in there before."
I took my one finger and applied lube to it then I traced over his hole and finally popped it in. It felt like silk and I wanted to explore more. I slowly pushed my finger in more.
"Oh god," he groaned.
"How is it?" I asked.
"It hurts, but it's not too bad."
"Just let me know when you want to stop, ok?" Mitch just moaned in reply.
I gradually retracted that finger and then pushed it in again. I did this a few more times until I decided to add a second finger.
Mitch just groaned when I did that but told me to keep going. I slowly felt Mitch relax a little bit. I kept driving my fingers back and forth trying to loosen him up so that I wouldn't hurt him.
I added one more finger and that really stretched him. He looked back at me and breathed in.
"I feel so full," he commented. I asked if he wanted to stop, but he refused. "It hurts, but it's not too bad." I kept this up for a little bit and slowly he adjusted to the added finger. "Sid, will you fuck me now?"
I pulled my fingers out, added more lube to my condom covered dick, and slowly inched my way into Mitch's ass. It felt so tight. I thought I had loosened him up, but I guess nothing can really prepare for a dick. I was in heaven from the sensations his ass was giving me.
Very slowly I sank my dick all the way down to the base. Mitch just groaned when I did this and told me to give him a few minutes to adjust. I just started giving his back a few kisses then reached around and found that his dick had deflated a little bit. I jacked it a little until he told me I could start fucking.
I honestly wish I could say I lasted an hour my first time. And that we changed positions every ten minutes. But that didn't happen. Mitch's ass was giving me so much pleasure and it was so tight that I lasted about four minutes before I came into the condom. I collapsed onto Mitch's back breathing heavily.
Slowly I took my softening dick from his ass and lay down. I just needed a moment to catch my breath. But before I had a chance to finish Mitch off he came and lay down beside me.
He started jacking his dick and within a few seconds he was cumming all over our stomachs and pecs. He turned his face toward my shoulder and I could feel his hot breath. He came down from his orgasm and I kissed him.
"Thank you for this birthday gift. It was perfect," I said. "Maybe you could do me later?"
He was still breathing heavily, but he said, "well I did bring a couple of condoms." We both just smiled at that and continued to make out.
I was woken the next morning by the sound of someone knocking on the door. For a brief moment, I thought I was still at home and was wondering why dad was knocking on my door so early. I didn't want to wake up because I had the best dream that Mitch and I had finally gone all the way.
I didn't fully clue in that that wasn't a dream until I felt movement beside me and someone telling me they'd answer the door. I was still half asleep so I didn't clue in right away that that was Mitch talking to me.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes only to see Mitch getting up out of bed, pulling on a pair of underwear, and walking towards the door. I didn't want to see him leave the bed since I wish we could just stay there all day. Not just for sex (that was great don't get me wrong), but I just love cuddling him.
Mitch opened the door bringing me out of my wonderful daydream. "Oh, morning Mitch," I heard my dad say. "We're going to head down and get some breakfast in a few minutes if you boys would care to join us."
"Sure, I'll let Sid know," Mitch said and then he closed the door.
Mitch came sauntering back to the bed. God he looked so hot. The underwear clung to his muscled thighs and showed his prominent package. And that was when I realized that that was, in fact, my pair of underwear. I couldn't help but smile at that.
"You always answer the door like that?" I joked.
"I figured it was probably your dad or Scott. They probably don't mind." He replied.
"What if it was someone else?" I joked. I could see Mitch had gotten a little uncomfortable about that so I quickly changed the topic. "Want to go down for breakfast?"
"I'd rather go down on something else," he smirked as he leaned in and kissed me.
While every ending does have a beginning it's true that every beginning has an ending. What I mean is that my birthday weekend had finally come to a close. There was no ending for whatever Mitch and I were. Or Sam and I for that matter.
Needless to say everything had pretty much gone back to the way things were before I visited — Dan and Amanda were still texting me every day keeping me in the loop. Sam and I tried our best to keep on top of our school work. The only thing that really changed was that Mitch was texting me a little more. I don't think he had my name saved in his phone just in case it somehow got stolen and everyone found out about him (aka what happened to me). I just wish Mitch had the same confidence he had when he was in a different city or around me. I hated seeing him struggle pushing his sexuality down. And also because I hated how hot and cold he was. I know that's selfish, but I started thinking: could I really be with someone who couldn't be with themselves?
I knew what Mitch was going through and I realize that I was forced out. I just didn't want us to maybe go off to college together and not have the courage to be himself there as well. Especially if someone from our hometown went there as well. I guess time would tell (one way or another)…
Time had been clear about one thing and that is that it doesn't like to be rushed. A few weeks after my party, I was talking to Keith at one of Sam's swim practices. We were just talking about how there wasn't that much time left and how much work we still had to get done.
"Do you know where you're going yet next year?" He asked me.
"Not yet. Where are you going?" I replied.
He mentioned one down in Texas that his dad was keen on, but he didn't seem that enthused about the prospect of it. "Don't get me wrong it's a great school. And the football team is sweet. But I don't wanna be a coach for the next 40 years."
"You don't have to be a coach. You could do other things. You're pretty good on the field you could go pro."
"I wish. I wouldn't be complaining about the salary that's for sure." He joked.
"Well if you do you should share the wealth," I joked back.
"But, seriously, I like football. But I'd rather just do it for sport y'know. Like just have it as a hobby or something."
"Have you talked to your dad about this?" I asked.
"I tried to back in my sophomore year, but he seemed dead set on sending me to that one. Or just one that had a decent football team."
I tried to lighten the mood by saying, "well I'd visit, but I don't know how friendly Texas is to guys like me." He just kinda nodded at that. I figured he was still wrestling with his own sexuality so I wasn't quite sure how to broach the next topic. "So, um, Keith, how are you doing after…?"
He looked over at me and clued in to what I was really asking him.
"Ok… I don't think I'm gonna do anything about it… at least for now. Like it's so close to the end of the school year I just don't wanna fuck anything up or get the team like paranoid I'm checking them out." I wanted to say that that's there problem, but I knew that Keith was slowly accepting who he is. And that takes time.
"It's a tough process. But I'm here if you ever want to come out or just talk about it."
"Thanks, man." And then he turned back to looking at the half-naked swimmers. Yeah, I think Keith would be alright after all.
Another thing that hadn't changed was that Sam and I were still the same around each other as we were before. Sometimes after school or on the weekends we'd still have the occasional jack off session together, but for the most part we would cuddle on the couch and watch a movie and steal an occasional peck. We hadn't fucked yet which was fine by me since I still didn't know where my head was with him or with Mitch.
My dad saw us on the couch one Saturday that he was just doing work around the house. Scott was out getting some dinner. My dad raised his eyebrow when he saw us, but I just went back to watching the movie. I could tell my dad wanted to say something, but I knew he wanted to wait until it was just the two of us. After Sam left he confronted me about it.
"Sid, can I talk to you?" I hated when people said that. I nodded my head. "I'm just concerned about you." "What do you mean?"
"Well at your birthday party Mitch answered your door in his underwear and now I see you and Sam look like you're becoming an item. Is everything ok?"
"Yes." I replied curtly. I was a little angered that my dad thought he could tell me how to live my life.
"Sid, talk to me please. I didn't mean to be so abrasive." My dad apologized. "Did Mitch do something? Did he say something that made you change your mind?"
"Mitch is great, but Sam is so different. Like he's great as well, but in different ways."
"Sid, I'm just worried about you. I don't want to see you get hurt. It's not fair to string them both along."
I knew my dad was right, but I just didn't want to think about this conversation. And out of nowhere I replied, "kinda like how you strung along mom and me?"
I could tell those words stung. But at that moment I just wanted to direct my frustrations elsewhere.
"Sid, I'm sorry." My dad whispered.
I don't know why I was acting like this. Maybe it was hormones…maybe it was stress…maybe it was the fact that I was still waiting to hear back from the colleges I applied to, but I knew it wasn't fair to my dad. How could I have said that to my loving dad after he had graciously opened his home to me no questions asked? I immediately wanted to apologize, but before I could even say I'm sorry I could feel me saying something else before my brain had a chance to process what that was: "You can't start telling me how to live my life when you were absent for almost 10 years." Why was I saying this? I could hear the words leave my lips, but it didn't feel like I was saying them.
My dad took a step back in the kitchen and again apologized. What the fuck was the matter with me? When did I turn into such a bratty kid? Why couldn't I properly form the words to say I'm sorry. I could feel tears forming so I instead of being an adult and talking with my dad I stormed off to my room and slammed the door and just started crying.
Why did I say those things? Why didn't I just listen to my dad? I knew he was just looking out for me and didn't want to see me hurt.
But here I sat on my bedroom floor clearly hurt.
But why was I hurt? Was I really hurt at the things my dad said? Was I hurt because I had hurt my dad? Was I hurt because he knew that he was right and I knew that but didn't want to address it? Or was I hurt because I wanted both Sam and Mitch and strung them along because I didn't want to make the wrong choice? Or was I hurt because I knew if someone did this to me I'd be devastated? I wouldn't want to be someone's second choice, so why was I doing that to two guys who clearly cared about me?
I just needed to do some thinking. I took out my phone and headphones and put on the saddest song I could think of. And the tears started just coming after that.
I just wanted to not feel like this.
I just wish I knew what the other guys felt. Sam was so hot and cold and Mitch was scared of coming out. Both were amazing people, but in different ways.
Dad and Scott were both so in love. They made it look so easy. Why couldn't I have that? Why couldn't I just be able to pick one? And have it be the right one. I didn't want to pick one and end up disappointed after.
Was it possible another reason I had flipped out at dad was because I was jealous of the love between him and Scott? I don't mean in an incestuous way, but was I jealous of the fact that he had found Scott so easily after Paul? Dad hand't mentioned how difficult it was to find either of his guys, so why was it like this for me?
I just needed to talk to someone. I just wanted someone to talk me through this without judgement.
I picked up my phone and dialled. As it was ringing I sniffled a little. It went to voicemail so I left a message: "Hey, it's Sid. Look I'm just really going through some stuff and I just really need to talk to someone." I sniffled then continued, "I'm just…not in a…good head space right…right…now. And I…uh…" I hung up after that.
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