Everything Will Turn Out Alright

by Cy-kun

Chapter 4

My mom woke me up at exactly 9 the next morning and for a few seconds I was so groggy that I completely forgot why. I was all set to throw a pillow at her when it all came back to me. I didn't hit her with the pillow but I almost knocked her over when I ran past her and went to the bathroom to shower. For probably the first time since I started masturbating I didn't jerk off in the shower, even though I was as hard as a rock. I washed my hair three times and scoured my body clean, I wanted to be perfect for Vicky. After I got out of the shower I brushed my teeth twice and even flossed, something I usually avoid on general principal. I spent about 15 minutes drying and brushing my hair. I was going for a slightly devil may care casual look but in the end it looked pretty much the same as it always did. I even remembered to put on deodorant. Not that I smell or anything but I wanted to have a pleasant aroma in case Vicky ended up getting close to me.

I got out of the bathroom at 9:45, which was about 15 minutes after I had planned on leaving, (fucking hair) so I very quickly got dressed. I put on a pair of black jeans and a blue Star Wars T-Shirt and frantically pushed my mom out of the house and to the car. I then ran back into the house to get my sneakers that must have fallen off because there is no way I'd forget to put them on or anything like that. I got back to the car and tried to ignore my mom's amused little smirk as we drove to Vicky's house.

Luckily I had enough of my wits about me to plan ahead a little bit so I was already in the backseat when we pulled into Vicky's driveway at a little after 10:15. I was about to get out and knock on the door when it opened and out came Vicky. He was wearing his usual cargo shorts with a gray T-Shirt that hugged his slight frame. Excitement once again encountered it's old friend arousal and I very quickly adjusted myself so the results of that meeting were less noticeable. He was carrying a plastic bag with what looked like a square box inside of it. As he got in the car I saw that it was actually filled with several Xbox 360 game boxes stacked on top of each other.

"Hi Nate," he said as he plopped down on the seat next to me smiling.

"Hi Vicky," I said as I returned his smile. I sniffed, did he smell different? It was a sweet, almost fruity smell but it was gone so quickly that I thought I might have imagined it. "What have you got?" My mom pulled out of the driveway and started driving us home.

"I brought some games that I thought we'd have fun with. We don't have to worry about playing online so we have more of a selection than normal." He started like he just remembered something. "Oh and thanks for picking me up Julia!"

"It was no problem at all." my mom answered and thankfully didn't try to enter our conversation.

I looked at the games he brought. Alan Wake, Red Dead Redemption, Fallout: New Vegas, Assassins Creed 2, Dynasty Warriors 6: Empires. All really good games and I didn't own any of them. I was looking forward to today for more than just romantic and sexual reasons now. Me and Vicky spent the car ride back to my house talking nonstop about a surprisingly wide variety of subjects in that way that only kids seem to be able to pull off. We switched subjects, everything from the games he brought, to things going on at school, to what we thought was going to happen on wrestling next week, in such a rapid fire way that anyone listening to us would be hard pressed to decide if we even understood what we were saying let alone join in. I'm pretty sure my mom was amused by it all but to be honest I never really gave her a second thought once we started talking.

We pulled into my driveway about 30 minutes later and before my mom could even turn the car off me and Vicky jumped out and ran into the house. Yeah, I may have accidentally forgot to lock the door, but nothing was stolen so no big deal right? We went right up to my room to play some games.

"So what do you wanna play first?" I asked.

"Well it's your house so you decide." Vicky answered.

"No, you're the guest so you get to choose." I said and before he could say anything else I added "And it's my house so I get to make the rules and that's a rule."

He narrowed his eyes at me then laughed and shook his head. "Ok fine. Before I pick......are there any other rules I should know about?" he looked me right in the eye as he asked this.

Yes, I thought, you have to sit on my lap, naked, and let me touch you all over. You have to kiss me and never stop. You need to ravage me right here on the floor. I didn't say any of that. I did think about it though. I mean, if this was a porno the second he said that the "boom chika wow wow" music would have started playing and we would have stopped woodenly reciting dialogue and started ripping off each others clothes. That was obvious flirting, right? He totally wants me, no need to worry, yeah? Well, no. This is exactly how Vicky, Jason and I always joked around. We were always making stupid, teasing comments that, to someone who didn't know us, might come off as just a bit homoerotic. I never considered it flirting when Jason did it and, no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't assume it was flirting when Vicky did it either. But that didn't mean I couldn't flirt when I answered.

"Well," I said slyly "There might be but you'll just have to figure them out as we go along."

He laughed. "Ok, fine. Let's play New Vegas. I just got it and I haven't played it much yet so it'll be fun to go through it with you for the first time."

"Awesome." I said and put the game in.

"I love your TV by the way." Vicky remarked as the game loaded up.

The TV in question was a Sony 38 inch flat screen HD LCD TV. My mom is a VP at the company she works for so she makes a good amount of money, especially for a family of two. We don't live in a super expensive house like Vicky, we don't really need much more than we have now so there's no a big house wasn't necessary, but we make up for it by spending all the extra money on nice accessories. Which is why I have a 38 inch HDTV in my room.

We got into the game, created our character and started playing. We decided to put the difficulty on hard since there were two of us. This made it easier for us to die and therefore we ended up taking shorter turns than we normally would have. It was a good way to play a single player game with two people. We played for about an hour or so before we really got stuck for the first time. We were on a mission where we needed to search through two Vaults to find repair parts for the Brotherhood of Steel. The Vault we were in had this subplot where every year they would need to choose one of their own to sacrifice to the computer system. Everyone was long dead but we unraveled the mystery through hacking computer terminals and reading the notes left behind. We found the room where the people would be taken for sacrifice and watched a funny film strip left behind about why it was a good thing to be sacrificed. After the film ended a horde of Mister Gutsy robots came out and slaughtered us. No matter what we did we always died. Now, we didn't really need to kill all the robots, we had already had the part we needed for the mission but it was getting to be a point of pride for us. We were going to kill every one of those damn robots. The problem is we just couldn't do it. We got frustrated and started arguing about the best strategy.

"You need to use the pulse grenades." I argued.

"We don't have any." Vicky shot back.

"Well then try the mines."

"They don't work, let me try..."

"No that isn't right..."

"Gimme a second..."

"Let me try."

"No it's my turn."

"But I think I know what to do."

"Then do it during your turn."

"No, let me do it now" I grabbed for the controller.

"No!" Vicky held it up out of my reach.

I lunged for it and ended up knocking Vicky down and falling on top of him. He had the controller in his hands stretched out behind his head. I couldn't reach it. I crawled up his squirming body while he tried to kick me off. We were laughing now, enjoying wrestling for the controller more than trying to kill the robots. I made my way up his body until I could stretch my hands out and grab the controller. We struggled for it, each of us pulling on one end until I looked down and realized that my face was inches away from his. Our eyes locked and the entire world seemed to fade out around us. All that existed for me in that moment was his beautiful gray eyes. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily and not just from the exertion of our little wrestling match. I was on top of him with our chests pressed together and I could feel his own rapid heartbeat through my chest. I didn't think it was entirely from the wrestling either. My hair hung down in front of my face, almost touching his nose, and I brushed it back. His lips were slightly open and my heart wrenched at how beautiful he was.

What the hell, it was now or never. I summoned up all the courage I possessed and slowly moved my face closer to his. I looked into his eyes until the last possible moment then turned my head slightly. Our lips brushed together ever so slightly and then to my surprise and delight Vicky leaned up and kissed me full on the mouth. It was every bit as magical as I imagined it would be, sparks flew, rockets exploded and for one brief moment there was world peace. I now knew the entire reason for my life was to kiss these lips. I kissed him back hard and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, the controller completely forgotten. I opened my mouth slightly and ever so gently probed his lips with my tongue. His mouth opened immediately and our tongues met in a furious clash. We opened our mouths wide and tried to push our tongues as deep inside the others mouth as we could. He held me tight as we kissed and I never wanted him to let me go. I let him put his tongue all the way in my mouth and then closed my lips around it and sucked on it hard. I felt him shudder under me and I smiled internally. I released his tongue and he immediately opened his mouth. I pushed my tongue inside of him and he clamped down and started sucking on it. God that felt great. He released my tongue and I kissed him softly on the lips. We traded soft kisses back and forth until I pulled back slightly so I could look into his eyes. I felt tears welling up.

This was everything I had ever hoped for, my every dream come true. My heart pounded with excitement and I tried to find the words to tell Vicky how I felt. How could I explain how my heart sang every time I thought of him? How could I put into words the anguish I felt when we were apart? He needed to know that my every thought was of him. He needed to know that he was more precious and necessary to me than air or water, that he was my sole reason for existing. I needed to tell him all this and more but when I tried to say all of what I was feeling only four simple words ended up coming out.

"I love you, Vicky." And, in the end, that really said it all didn't it? Now the tears did fall from my eyes. They landed on his cheek and rolled off. Tears were streaming out of his eyes as well.

"I love you too Nate." he said and I buried my face into his shoulder and cried tears of relief and joy. He loved me! All my doubts all my worrying had been for nothing. My beautiful, perfect Vicky was in love with me. I felt my heart overflow with happiness. There was nothing in the world as beautiful and pure as this, loving and being loved in return. He held me even tighter and I could feel wetness from his own tears on my shirt. We held each other for several minutes until we both stopped crying. I lifted myself up onto my arms and looked into his eyes again. They were slightly red from the crying but he was smiling and the redness somehow made him look even sexier. I wiped the last remaining tears from his face and kissed him again. He giggled.

"You taste like tears." he said.

I laughed softly and wiped my face. He stopped me and kissed me again.

"Don't. I like it." he said and licked my lips. I laughed, wrapped my arms around his neck and threw myself to the side pulling him on top of me. He let out a little yelp of surprise (too! damn! cute!) and then giggled again when he found himself looking down at me. I brushed his hair front in front of his eyes and drank him in, his shining gray eyes, his smooth face, his perfectly proportioned mouth, his slightly parted lips, his long eyelashes, I felt like I could stay like this forever and never get tired of looking at him. He didn't seem to have any problem with it either and we just lay there and stared at each other. I was the one who ended up breaking the silence. There was something I needed to know.

"Hey, Vicky, can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"How long have you, ya know, had feelings for me?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I don't have feelings for you, I love you." He flashed a quick smile. "And since that first day in school. I saw you at the pool and thought you were super hot but I didn't actually fall in love with you until I talked to you for the first time." He hesitated for a moment. "Until I met you I really hadn't been happy for a while."

That broke my heart. It just seemed wrong for this little angel to ever be unhappy but I could relate.

"The divorce?" I asked.

"No," he answered surprisingly. "I knew that was coming for a while. It was actually kind of a relief when it was finally over and I knew I was going to live with my dad."

"Then what happened?"

He sighed. "Before I moved I had a friend named Ben, we'd been friends for years and I always looked up to him. He was a year older than me and in our group of friends he was the one that we all liked, kind of the unofficial leader I guess. Around when my parents started seriously talking divorce I found out that I was gay. Not only was I gay but I kinda had a crush on Ben. So I did what I always did when I had something important to tell someone, I told Ben." He paused.

"I'm guessing he didn't take it well?" I asked fearing yet sort of expecting what came next.

"Not at all. He called me a faggot and told me that if I ever tried to do any of that 'queer shit' with him he'd punch me in the mouth. I cried all night. By morning I figured that the worst was over. He rejected me and I'd lost my best friend and nothing could be worse than that. At least that's what I thought. What I didn't know was that Ben had told our entire group of friends what happened. Not only that but he lied and said I tried to grope him. I don't even need to tell you how long that took to get around school. Everyone saw me as the perverted fag who tried to molest his best friend. They all made fun of me and I lost any friend I ever had. That's the main reason my dad moved us down here. He wanted us both to be able to start fresh in his old hometown. It's also why I never told you how I felt. I couldn't bear it if you....." he trailed off.

I hugged him fiercely. I felt like crying again but I couldn't decide if it was from sorrow or rage. I would have given anything to keep something that horrible from happening to Vicky and at the same time I wanted nothing more than to rip that Ben asshole apart with my bare hands.

"I'm so sorry that happened. I wish I could have been there to kick that son of a bitches ass for hurting you."

He hugged me back just as hard, then pulled away and looked into my eyes. "It's ok. None of that matters now. I've never been happier in my life than I was these past few days with you. You make me happy, more than that you make me want to be happy, and cheerful and caring and everything good and just better in every way. You make me the person everyone should want to be. You're the best friend I've ever had, the best thing that could have possibly happened to me, and I love you." He gave me a long kiss.

Even if we weren't kissing I would have been speechless. I never thought for a second that I would have had that much of an effect on Vicky. I didn't even know how I did any of that. I thought I would have been lucky if he thought I was attractive and here he was telling me that in only a few short days I managed to make him somehow better than he was. And as I thought about that I realized that the same was true for me as well. Vicky made me better.

"I love you too." I said when we finally came up for air. He smiled up at me with a look of such pure bliss that I just had to kiss him again. I pulled him down towards me and pressed me lips against his and as I did I heard a loud grumbling coming from the direction of Vicky's stomach.

"Sorry." Vicky broke the kiss and giggled shyly. "I'm hungry." I realized that I was as well. I looked at the clock and was shocked to see that almost two whole hours had gone by since we had our first kiss.

"Let's get some lunch then." I said. Vicky got off of me and helped me to my feet. My chest felt empty without him lying on it but I figured that we'd have time to fix that later. We went downstairs and I asked my mom if she'd make us some lunch. She said she would and we sat down at the table to wait. We were sitting close to each other. So close in fact that our legs were touching and I was starting to regret my choice of jeans. If I had just worn shorts our bare skin could be touching right now. I caught my mom sneaking looks at us as we talked quietly about nothing important. I'm not sure what she was looking for but she apparently found it as she gave me a strange little smile when I caught her eye and then focused on making our food.

Mom made us each a hamburger, only the fanciest cuisine for hey baby boy, which we devoured in less than 5 minutes. I guess making out is hungry work. I wondered if I'd need to have an emergency bag of chips next to the bed if and when we finally had sex. My mom tried to engage us in conversation by asking us if we were enjoying ourselves (why yes I am enjoying Vicky and I'm pretty sure he's enjoying me as well) but we both gave short, monosyllabic answers in between staring into each others eyes and she took the hint and left us alone.

The entire time we ate we didn't take our eyes off each other once. Vicky's leg kept rubbing against mine and I could see a longing in his eyes that I'd never seen before. It was actually a bit jarring, seeing such naked desire on that sweet innocent face. I had no idea what prompted it but I was getting incredibly turned on.

Now, I still felt really bad for what Vicky went through and even though I come off as a sex crazed pervert sometimes (ok, well, maybe I am a sex crazed pervert at times) I still wanted to be romantic with Vicky. Right now, though, all I could think about was getting this boy naked and having my way with him. Hey, romantic epiphany or not I was still me. Vicky apparently was thinking along the same lines because after we got back into my room and locked the door he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. I gave him a wicked grin and pushed him down on my bed. He lay there and smiled up at me invitingly.

Not that I needed any encouragement, mind you. I finally had Vicky in my bed and there was no chance in hell that I would let this opportunity go to waste. I crawled into bed on top of him and kissed him again. As we kissed he ran his hands up and down my back and then slipped one hand under my shirt. I shuddered with pleasure at the contact. His hand slowly traced my spine up towards my neck and pulled my shirt up with it. It really hit me then, I had already had my first kiss and no matter what else happened today every new sexual contact we had would be my first. Not even a month ago I wouldn't have cared who was under me just as long as it was finally happening but now I wouldn't have wanted my first to be anyone but Vicky. When his hand reached my neck he pulled my shirt up over my head and I slipped my arms out of the sleeves. He tossed the shirt aside and looked at my slim, naked torso.

"You are so sexy..." he whispered and I grinned.

"Not as sexy as you." I said as I lifted his shirt up. He sat up slightly so I could pull the shirt over his head then I tossed it into the corner of the room. He was just as beautiful shirtless as I remember. His tanned skin looked even darker than usual laying on my white bedspread. He was about as thin as I was but like I'd noticed before he slightly more muscle tone. I could see the outlines of his abs on his flat stomach and the ever so slight rise of his chest muscles. His arms also seemed to be just a bit more defined than mine and I wondered if he worked out at all of if he was just naturally gifted with a great body.

I ran my hands from his stomach to his chest feeling each individual muscle. He was so soft! My hands glided over his silky smooth skin and when I reached his small boyish nipples I gave them a slight squeeze. He let out a little moan at that and I grinned. I wet my lips with my tongue and started licking my way up his body. I started right above the waistband of his shorts about an inch or so below his bellybutton. God he tasted wonderful. Like youth and sex and love and everything good in the world. I could see the outline of his hard cock and it took all my self control not to go right for it. I wanted to take this slow and enjoy it. I gave his belly button a quick lick as I passed it and he squirmed.

"Tickles." he said softly.

I gave the spot right above his bellybutton a quick kiss then continued my upwards journey. I licked up the middle of his boy abs and kissed his chest right between his nipples when I got there. I dragged my tongue slowly to the right side of his chest until I came to his nipple. I grazed my tongue across it's tip and he let out another little moan. He apparently had very sensitive nipples and I planned to take full advantage of that. I ran my tongue around the outside of it then lightly bit the tip. He moaned even louder. I lowered my mouth to his nipple and started to suck on it, lightly at first then with more force. His moan turned into a soft whimper. As he squirmed with pleasure under me I noticed that slight fruity smell again. So he had used some type of deodorant or body spray after all. It smelled wonderful, a bit like strawberries, but it wasn't at all overpowering. It was actually pretty erotic. I knew I'd never again be able to smell strawberries without thinking of sex with Vicky.

He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his nipple and with my left hand I started to put pressure on his other one. I rolled it around between my thumb and forefinger before giving it a little pinch. By now he was pushing the back of my head down harder on his right nipple so I knew he was getting very much into my nipple play. I loved that I was giving him this much pleasure but I had other goals in mind and it was time to go for them. I released his nipple from my mouth and gave me a slightly disappointed frown. I smiled at him and kissed his lips softly.

"If you liked that then just wait." I said teasingly. His smile returned and I started kissing my way back down his body. I was getting very excited now because I was getting close to the main focus of my every sexual fantasy for the past month, his cock. As I moved down his body I was breathing heavily on his bare skin and he moaned again.

"Your breath on my body feels so good." he said so softly that I barely heard it.

I grinned and blew lightly on his stomach and watched as his muscles clenched in pleasure. It caused his boyish abs to ripple in the sexiest way and I'd filed that away for later "use". Yeah, even during actual sex I'm storing up jerk off material. I'm hopeless, I know. When I got back to the waistband of his pants I tried to unhook the button with my teeth. I struggled with it for a few seconds then tried wrenching it back and forth like a dog with a sock. I heard Vicky giggling and decided it was probably best to give up, I let it go and with one finger he slipped the button out of the loop. Show off.

Not that I was too put out seeing as I now had access to the object of my desires. I unzipped his shorts and started to pull them down. To my surprise, and delight, he wasn't wearing any underwear so when I started pulling down his pants his stiff cock sprang out at me. It wasn't as long as my six inches, I'd say it was probably about five and a quarter inches long but it was thicker than mine, about a half an inch wider. He was also circumcised which made me happy because I didn't want to have anything in between me and his cock head. He was also completely hairless down there and I was able to confirm my suspicions that his tan was completely natural.

While I was staring at his wonderful cock Vicky had kicked his pants off and was now completely naked before me. I took a moment to drink in the sight of him. His tanned skin, his slender body, his amazing cock, his delicate, boyish legs. I don't think anybody could have imagined a more perfect boy.

"You know," Vicky said "You really should take your pants off too. It's not fair that I'm all spread out for you and I haven't even seen your dick yet." He pouted. Well, who was I to argue with that? I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide to the floor. Unlike Vicky I was wearing boxer-briefs and just because I felt like being a tease before taking them off I arched my back in a long stretch, pushing my crotch towards his face. He surprised me again by licking his lips and staring intently at my crotch. I am such a bad influence, I love it. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled my underwear down. My cock popped up and Vicky giggled.

"Very nice." He said happily. I got back on the bed and resumed my position down by his crotch. This was it, for the first time in my life I'm going to fulfill a sex fantasy. And not just any fantasy about some random boy but a fantasy about the only person I've ever been in love with. I took a deep breath, smelling the wonderful aroma of aroused teenage boy, and gave his cock a hesitant lick. Vicky groaned and clenched the sheets. I grabbed hold of his penis and gave it a squeeze. It was so warm! And I could feel the blood throbbing through it. At that moment I had no idea how anyone could think it wrong for a male to enjoy this most wonderful of body parts. Nothing felt more right than this. I shook off my quasi-philosophical musings. This was not the time to over think.

I slowly jerked his shaft as I watched his face contort into various expressions of pleasure. I lowered my lips to his head and gave it a soft kiss before sliding it into my mouth. I took the entire length inside me.

"Ohhhh that's so good!" Vicky moaned. I moved my lips up and down the length of his shaft. I was giving a blow job! Not only that but judging my the moans that were filling my room I was giving a damn good blow job too. I started bobbing my head faster and faster on his cock. I fell into a rhythm of swallowing the entire length of his cock, releasing all but the head and then swallowing it again. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Vicky moaned loudly.

I put my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft so that I was licking it as I moved up and down. He squirmed under me and I wanted his cum, I needed his cum. I massaged his sac as I blew him as if I could coax the sperm out of his balls and into my mouth. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and started to pull my head up and down, not that I needed the help. It hurt a bit but his enthusiasm only made me that much more intent on bringing him to orgasm. I ran my fingers down past his sack and into the crack of his ass. My fingers found his puckered hole and I rubbed it gently.

"Ohhhh I'm cumming!" Vicky shouted and erupted into my mouth. Five hot jets of semen spewed inside my mouth. It tasted amazing, a bit like my own but slightly less bitter. I wanted to keep it there forever. I swirled it around my mouth for a few seconds and then reluctantly swallowed. For a second I worried about whether my mom might have heard his yell but I figured it was too late now, so what the hell? I lay down next to Vicky and was very pleased with myself as I saw the post orgasm smile on his face. I cuddled up next to him and kissed him softly on the neck several times while he rested. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.

"That was amazing!" he exclaimed. "I never thought anything could feel that good." He hugged me. "You're amazing."

I smiled and filled with pride. There is really no greater feeling in the world than pleasuring the person you're in love with. We lay together for several minutes just enjoying being close together. Soon enough I felt Vicky's hand on my cock.

"My turn." he said and gave me a nasty grin. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing such blatant sexuality on that deceptively innocent face. I was more than ready, in fact just having his hand on my cock was almost enough to make be cum right there. I had to try as hard (hehe) as I could not to cum. I wanted this to last. I lay down on my back and Vicky curled up by my cock. He didn't seem like he was going to bother with any foreplay and that was suddenly perfectly alright with me. As much as I wanted this to last I wanted to get my dick in his mouth even more. Vicky had other plans right now though. He licked my shaft from the head down to the balls and then sucked one of them into his mouth. It felt surprisingly good. He let that one go and sucked the other one in. Then he did something that completely surprised me, he licked down past my balls to my ass. I groaned in anticipation and spread my legs wider to give him better access. His tongue slid inside my asscrack and found my hole. It was like a current went directly from my ass to my cock. My penis twitched and I was so glad that nothing was touching it right now because if it had the smallest amount of additional stimulation I would have came.

Vicky ran his tongue around the edge of my asshole and then lightly licked the center. He blew on my hole and I shivered. This was even better than I thought it would be! He lapped hungrily at me and I squirmed with pleasure. I didn't know what could possibly feel better than this. I found out a second later when he pushed his tongue inside my ass. It was an amazing feeling, much better than even the time I managed to get a Sharpie marker up there. He wiggled his tongue around inside me and then pushed more of it in. I moaned again as I grabbed my ass and spread myself for him.

"Oh god, more! Push it deeper!" I yelled not even caring if I was being too loud. He obliged. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me until his face was squashed up against me. I had no idea how he could breathe but apparently he could because he stayed there and moved his tongue around inside my ass in the most wonderful ways. He moved it up and down, side to side and even swirled it around inside me. Then I felt his tongue slide out of my ass and wondered if he actually maybe did run out of breath but his tongue was quickly replaced with a finger. My hole was already covered in saliva from his rimming to his finger slid in effortlessly. I shuddered with pleasure yet again. Even though his finger was pretty much the same as mine in every way it still felt about a thousand times better. That was nothing compared to what was coming next however.

Once his entire finger was inside me he started to finger fuck me. He pushed it in and out, not too fast, but that didn't matter. It felt great. Then he stopped fingering me and grinned. I wondered what he was smiling about but I wasn't kept in the dark for long. While keeping his finger inside my ass he curled it back around towards his hand, sort of like what somebody would do if they were beckoning someone to come closer. As he curled his finger back he pressed against something inside of me. If his tongue was a current of electricity, this was a lightning storm. I moaned out loud as he put pressure on whatever that was inside my ass. He started moving his finger back and forth pushing on that spot inside me and I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna cum!" I shouted and Vicky quickly moved to get his mouth around my cock. He wasn't quick enough however as the first blast hit him right on the face. He got his mouth around it and was able to catch the next 85. Well, maybe that's a slight exaggeration but that's how it felt. I had never had a more intense orgasm in my entire life. I didn't even think you could make an orgasm feel that much better, but apparently that falls under the alarmingly fast growing category of "Things Nate Doesn't Know".

I was so utterly spent that I didn't even notice when Vicky slipped his finger out of my ass, lay down next to me and put his head on my chest. My entire body felt like a popped balloon. I don't think I could have moved if the bed suddenly caught fire which, considering how incredibly hot what just happened to me was, might be a possibility. I was so drained that I was aware of nothing except the slight rise and fall of my chest as I breathed.

When I finally recovered from my post orgasmic bliss the first thing I noticed was how sexy Vicky looked laying on my chest. Well, to be fair, Vicky looked sexy all the time but I loved finding new ways for him to look sexy. His body was pressed up against mine, fitting perfectly in the contours of my body. His right hand was resting on my chest next to his head and his right leg was laying slightly on top of mine. I lifted my head up to get a better look at him and he turned his head up at me and smiled.

"So, I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" he asked playfully. I noticed he still had cum on his face, yet more new Vicky sexiness, so I wiped it off with my thumb and licked it. Vicky giggled.

I grinned. "That was amazing, I've never had an orgasm that intense. I don't even know what you did, what were you pushing on inside of me?"

"That was your prostate." He giggled. Huh. I had always thought the prostate was kind of like an appendix, something left over that serves no real purpose besides making old men dread going to the doctor. The more you know, I guess.

"How did you find out about that?" I asked.

"I read about it on the internet."

"Wait, doesn't your dad block, like, every single website?"

"Not really, just the social networking ones. He doesn't seem to care about the porn stuff he just doesn't want me meeting any serial killers on Facebook." He giggled again.

"Wow, parents usually think porn is a bigger danger to their kids than serial killers. But what kind of site tells you how to stimulate somebody's prostate? All the porn sites I go to aren't really big on instructional videos."

"It was this really awesome site that had pictures of all these sexual positions and guides on different ways of pleasuring people."

"Hmm, you'll have to show that to me sometime and we can try to do them all." I smiled wickedly.

He returned my smile. "I'd like that." he said as he kissed me. I was about to suggest that we find that website and get started (massive orgasm or not there was no way I could spend any amount of time around a naked Vicky and not want to have some kind of sex) when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shit!" I yelled and jumped out of bed.

"What?" Vicky asked looking around confusedly.

"Stairs! Mom! Clothes!" I said in a panic.

Somehow understanding my less than clear answer right away Vicky jumped out of bed and started frantically pulling his clothes back on. Even in my panic, I regretted that. I had my shirt back on but I couldn't find my damn jeans. I looked around getting more and more annoyed by the second when there was a knock at my door. There! They had somehow got under the bed. Vicky, who's clothes were all in the same pile, was already fully dressed. I was trying desperately to turn my jeans right side out but I knew I had to say something or she'd know something was up.

"Did someone knock?" I yelled stupidly as I struggled to get into my jeans. Which by the way I swore never to wear again when Vicky was over.

"Yes I did" my mom yelled through the door.

"Did you want something?" I yelled before she could say anything else. There, jeans on and buttoned.

"Well I did knock didn't I?" she said exasperatedly.

"I guess, so what do you want?" I asked.

"Tell Vicky his dad is on the phone and wants to talk to him." I looked at Vicky. He shrugged.

"Checking up on me I guess." he said quietly.

"Ok, he'll be down in a second." I said.

"Don't keep him waiting." my mom said.

I listened and heard her walk back down the stairs.

"Well, that was just a little bit horrifying." I said.

"Yeah, I'm glad you had a lock on your door." Vicky said. "Well, I better go see what my dad wants." He opened the door and started to leave.

"Wait!" I called after him.


"Your shirt's on inside out." I said.

He looked down at his shirt and then let out a laugh. "Well, that wouldn't have been fun to explain to your mom." He quickly took it off and turned it the right way. "Better?"

"Well it was better when you had it off." I said grinning. "But it's right side out now."

He rolled his eyes and went downstairs.

I had nothing to do but wait. While I did that I thought about everything that had happened today. Even in my wildest fantasies, and trust me my fantasies can be pretty damn wild, I never imagined my first time doing anything sexual with Vicky to be this amazing. I guess I would just have to get used to the idea that real life could be a lot better than my imagination. Please take that last sentence in the least pathetic way possible. I couldn't wait to tell Jason, this would blow his goodnight kiss right outta the park. Yes, I know I mixed metaphors. Deal with it.

Still, part of me was expecting the other shoe to drop. In one afternoon almost everything that I had wanted for the past month had happened. I told Vicky how I felt, he returned my feelings, we did sexual stuff and all of this happened because of a series of more and more improbable events. If just one event since the start of the school year went differently there was a very good chance that I'd be sitting here alone right now obsessing and fantasizing about Vicky instead of living it. I felt like I used up a lifetimes worth of luck in just five days. I couldn't keep counting on improbable events to make everything turn out the way I wanted, right?

I was dragged from my thoughts by the sound of feet attached to an incredibly hot boy racing up the stairs. Trust me, it's a very distinctive sound. Vicky burst through the door with a look of unadulterated joy on his face. He ran in and jumped into my arms. Or he would have if I actually caught him. Instead he just kind of collided with me and we both went crashing to the floor.

"Ow." I said unnecessarily and rubbed my shoulder which had had the unenviable duty of breaking both mine and Vicky's fall. Vicky didn't even seem phased.

"Guess what?" he said bouncing next to me with excitement.

"You're just about to help me up?" I asked sarcastically.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry!" he exclaimed and helped me to my feet. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine" I said.

"So guess what?" Vicky repeated before I had a chance to say anything else.

"What?" I said.

"I'm staying over!" he squealed.

"What?" I said, not quite sure I heard correctly. After all my luck was supposed to be all used up so he couldn't possibly mean....

"I'm staying over at your house tonight!" He said again grinning uncontrollably.

"You're staying over?" I asked still not quite believing.

"Yeah! Isn't it awesome? My dad said that he's working at the hospital all night and he doesn't want me to be in the house by myself and he said that he already talked about it with your mom and she was cool with it so I'm staying at your house tonight!" he gushed. Then he hugged me tightly.

A smile started creeping across my face at it fully dawned on me. Vicky, the love of my short little life, was going to be sleeping over at my house. Tonight. In my room. In my bed. Ha! Score one more for improbable events, baby! Wooooo! Luck I'm sorry I ever doubted you!

I hugged Vicky back and we started jumping up and down. This was the best day of my life, the highest of the high points. From here on in it's all gonna be going down. I looked into Vicky's eyes and kissed him. I would rather being going down with him than up with anybody else.

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