Out of the Rain
by Junco
This story has become more sexual in nature, and it is up to you to determine if it is suitable to read. It may also be against local laws in your area, or you may need to be 18 or 21 years old. So I am making it your responsibility as the reader to make this determination. BE WARNED, this is a gay love story, and is very explicit at times, and describes physical interaction between two boys, some of which are sexual, and it is up to YOU to make a decision, what you should do next. If this type of material offends you, or if you choose not to break any laws, you should stop now, and go on to something else.
From the previous chapter
"He won't talk to me, but maybe he'll talk to you."
"I think he just might. I'm going to try anyway. I have to." There I was thinking out loud again.
"Well...umm...just go on up to his room." I was half way out of the kitchen, when she said, "You just don't know how much I appreciate this."
"No problem," I said, and made a quick exit, and then slowly made my way up the stairs, slowing down as I reached the last few stairs. It was a hard right, then another hard right, and I entered the room very quietly. I saw Phillip there in his favorite spot, but he didn't look up.
Chapter 14 - The Window Box
He kept staring out the window, as I quietly closed the door. I knew what he needed, and his mom didn't need to see two boys hugging each other. His room had a few windows, but the one at the end was extra big, and hug out away from the house. The ledge inside the house was at least two feet wide, and just the right length. It fit Phillip perfectly. Often times when I came over he would sit there with his legs stretched out in front of him, feet against one corner of the window box, and his back to the other corner. My place was at his computer chair, but I walked past the chair this time, and over to where he was.
"Are you okay," I said putting my arms around him.
"I'm so glad you're here."
"Phillip, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry." I let go of him, as he drew his legs in, knees up to his chest, and I sat down in vacant spot in front of him.
"I don't know what to say."
"It's alright," he said, "I already know."
"It's that obvious?" He shook his head yes, agreeing with my statement. I had my feet dangling down against the wall, but turned sideways facing him, and crossed my legs in front of me, and he did the same. I put my hand on the calf of his leg, and he looked at me for the first time. His eyes were red, and not the bright blue they normally were.
"I really do like you," I said staring right into his eyes.
"I know. It just didn't work out for me. I've wanted you for so long. I guess it just wasn't meant to be." There was a pause, and we both stared out the window. "So did my mom call you," he said turning around to face me.
"No. I came over because I wanted to."
"That's what I love about you. You really care for other people."
"I guess so." He grabbed my hand and held it.
"Shawn, tell me everything. How did it go last night?" I didn't say anything right away, I still wasn't sure how he was going to take it. "Come on, I want to know, and be honest."
He was so cool, sitting there, with the sun shinning in, lighting up half his face. A few strands of his silky brown hair were hanging in front of his eyes, and his look, so cute, so adorable, I wanted to hug him again.
"I don't know where to start."
"Well you kissed him didn't you?"
"Um...yeah."
"Did you like it?"
"Very much."
"Come on, tell me what happened."
"Well, I was scared, but while we were standing there on the deck, I had my forehead against his, and I lifted up my head to kiss him, and he didn't shy away from me."
"Cool. Then what."
"He kissed my neck, and picked me up and kissed my chest, then carried me inside."
"Awesome. James is so strong."
"I know. He is that. Well then it was my turn, and I kissed his chest and then kissed his nipple." Phillip let go a little squeal.
"What?" I hadn't heard him make that sound before.
"I've always wanted you to do that to me," he said. "I'm sorry, go ahead."
"Well later, I felt him, you know down there," and I was looking at Phillips crotch, but knew I shouldn't, and looked back to his eyes. "I was, like making him feel good, and I got such a kick out of doing it for him."
"It's because you love him," he said in an instant.
"Um...your probably right." Phillip was right, the more I thought about it. "Anyway, we had lots of fun, slept together, naked, and in the morning I got another surprise."
"What? What happened?" he said, placing both his hands on my legs.
"He, well, ah...he was right behind me, and I felt his hot dick, right in the middle of my butt."
"And you liked that?"
"God yes. It felt so good. James said I was even moaning, while I was asleep."
"So did you guys, like, do it?"
"No...Not yet. But I want him to. I can't explain it, but I want to feel him inside me."
"No need to explain," he said, gripping my leg even tighter. "I think about it too."
"Um...I can see that."
"Well I think about you, I want you like that." I think I blushed. The thought crossed my mind, what he said. He looked so cute, I couldn't help myself but to go there for a second. He had the tightest little body, and the muscle shirt he was wearing looked really good on him. Apparently he looked good in white too.
"You have the prettiest eyes," he said, and I looked at his eyes. They were still red, but there was a slight sparkle to them, something that got to me. "I could just kiss you," he said, "but I won't. I really am happy for you."
"I thought you would be more upset about all this."
"I was, still am, but...I want you to be happy Shawn."
"That is so sweet. You're really going to make some boy very happy."
"I was hoping that boy would be YOU," he said.
"I know. Well I meant what I said." I paused, and then thought how true it was. "I really do like you. If I hadn't of met James, but still knew I liked boys, I would be your boyfriend in a heartbeat!" Phillip, smiled at me, leaned forward and kissed me once on the lips, and sat back staring at me. He surprised me with his kiss, but I liked it. Apparently I said something right, something that cheered him up.
"We could be really happy together Shawn."
"I think we could be too. And without a doubt, you are the cutest boy I ever seen."
"No way. YOU ARE!"
"AM NOT!"
"Don't argue with me," he said.
"Well what about you."
"What about me," he said.
"Well just look at your hair, the way it falls across your eyes, it makes you look so...sexy." Now it was his turn to blush, and he let out a slight giggle.
He got up, as I uncrossed my legs, and turned out toward the room. Phillip took a step over to me, and gave me the warmest hug, and we held each other, as we ran our hands over each other's back. His body felt good, small like mine, tight and compact. I could have easily fallen for him, if only I could have known. My mind went back to all the things we had done together, times that we ran together or when we were at each other's house. When I thought about it, the way he looked at me, so coy, so cute, I could see it now. He really did have a crush on me. When I would speak, he never took his eyes off me, and when we weren't talking he was always looking my way. The problem was that I was in love with James, and didn't feel the same way toward Phillip. But I was feeling something. Just a gentle tug at my heart let me know that I could have been happy with Phillip. I heard his stomach growl.
"Have you eaten anything today?"
"No," he said resting his head on my shoulder.
"Come on then," and I grabbed his hand leading him to the door. He stopped, and our arms stretched apart, and he squeezed my hand tighter. I turned back to face him, and he hugged me again.
"I'm so glad you came over," he said, and squeezed me even tighter, and I squeezed him back. He kissed me once on the neck, and then led the way downstairs.
"Hi boys," his mom said, but she wasn't looking at me, she was looking at her son. Phillip gave her a hug. I guess it was his way of letting her know he was okay. When they broke apart, she looked right at me, and I could see the look of gratitude on her face.
"Did you have lunch Shawn?"
"Oh yes. Thanks, but I think Phillip is hungry. Heard his stomach growl just a minute ago."
"You boys get yourselves something to drink, and I'll make you a sandwich."
"That sounds good mom," he said, "think we'll go outside by the pool."
"Good for you. Some fresh air would do you wonders. I'll bring you a sandwich in a minute."
"Thanks mom," Phillip said leading the way through the family room, out the French doors toward the pool. There was no doubt they had some money. Everything about the place was unique, every detail perfect. We walked by the small gardens of flowers, full of color, and made ourselves comfortable, at the table. It would have been hot sitting in the sun, but the huge umbrella over us was perfect shade. We were sitting there, and I found myself just staring at him.
"What is it Shawn."
"Oh, ah...sorry."
"It's okay."
"I'm just looking at you differently now", I said, still staring at him.
"How so," he said.
"Well you've always been my friend, but so much has changed. You're still the same boy, and still really cute, but I never paid much attention to the cute part before. I mean, I was attracted to you before, but I never thought of you as being my boyfriend. I just liked you as a friend, but now I'm feeling closer to you. Like when you came over the other day, and we were sitting on the couch talking. I could touch you, and it was okay to do it. I connected to you, and I never felt that from you before."
"I know. I felt that too," he said staring into my eyes.
I paused for a moment, then said, "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure. We tell each other everything don't we," he said, brushing his hair back.
"A few minutes ago when we were talking about doing it."
"Yeah."
"And you said you wanted me like that. Well I couldn't help myself. You looked so good sitting there in the window, and I pictured us both naked, and...um, never mind."
"Go on tell me," he said.
"It's just, well, I pictured you and I together, and I was, you know."
"Fucking me," he said.
"Yeah, that," and I hung my head down. It wasn't the right thing for me to think about or say. It just wasn't right.
"It's okay Shawn. Don't feel bad. I've had those same thoughts, of you fucking me, or me fucking you, and I've had them like, forever. But I've also thought about making love to you," and I looked up at him. "There's sex," he said with a grin on his face, "and then there's being sweet, taking your time, and loving. That's how I see you." There was a pause to our conversation, and I wasn't sure what to say next, but he spoke first. "From the first time I saw you, there was something that attracted me to you. I knew I was gay, knew I liked boys, but you did something to me. I use to get a funny feeling in my stomach, every time I saw you."
I knew Phillip loved me, and I was feeling something for him. It wasn't the same thing I felt for James, but I was becoming more and more confused. I couldn't like two boys at the same time, that wasn't possible, but there he was staring at me. I meant everything to him. I could feel his love for me, the same feeling I got from James, but I didn't want to hurt Phillip. He was too sweet, too innocent, and to hurt him in any way would do me in too. I suddenly felt like running away, and going somewhere. I had no idea where to go, just some place where it wouldn't be so complicated.
"What's wrong?" Phillip asked. He sensed something was wrong with me, and I felt an over whelming urge to cry, but nothing came out. He got up from his chair, and knelt down in front of me, reached his arms to my shoulders, and I moved forward in my chair so I could hug him. I wanted to be able to let go of things in my heart, but they wouldn't let go of me. I didn't even notice his mom come out the door, but she had made her way to the table, and I heard the plates, as she set them down beside us. I looked up and saw her, and she saw my eyes, and it all became too real. She had reminded me of my own mom, and how she would always comfort me, and that's when she saw my tears. We became a group hug, all of us together, and Phillip wiped the tears from my cheek.
"Is he okay? She said speaking to Phillip.
"Don't know. We were just talking, and something happened to him."
"What's the matter Shawn?" I heard her speak, and I tried to collect my thoughts.
"I just suddenly got very confused," but I couldn't say too much, not with her there.
"It's okay babe," he said softly, "you can say what you want. My mom knows all about me being gay."
I was shocked. "She does?"
"Yes Shawn, I know. A mother knows these things. And it doesn't bother me one bit."
"That's so cool," I said, and Phillips mom got up and sat in one of the chairs, and Phillip pulled his chair around to where I was, and sat right next to me.
"You boys go a head and eat. Shawn, I know you said you ate, but I brought you a sandwich too."
"Thank you Mrs. Kesler." The sandwich was good, but the glass of milk she brought each of us, was even better.
"What are you confused about?" She asked me. I had taken a bite of my sandwich and used the opportunity to think about it.
"Well it's your son, and he...really likes me."
"Yes Shawn, more than you know."
"Okay," I said and took a swallow of milk. Apparently she knows everything. "Well, I didn't know I was gay, at least not till I met this other boy, James, and I sort of fell in love with him."
"Well when did this happen sweetie."
"It started about two weeks ago."
"So you've been through a lot, in a short period of time."
"Kind 'a like that."
"So did you know about this Phillip?"
"Just found out, like Thursday night."
"Ohhhh," she said, "I see what you were so upset about," and she looked at him again. "But you're okay now?"
"I'm fine mom."
Then she turned to me. "Now what's bugging you?"
"I didn't want to see him hurt, is all."
Phillip turned to me, but was talking to his mom, "I think he likes me too." I shot him a mean glance, for telling his mom that, but then he giggled at me. His mom got a laugh out of us too.
"You boys are something else." We stopped laughing, didn't say a word, and a quiet peace came over the table. We all understood each other, it was there, inside each of our minds and our hearts.
"I don't know what you're going through right now," she said to me, "and it will be confusing for a while. You'll probably be pulled in lots of different directions till you figure out what's right for you. You're growing up Shawn," she said, and smiled at me. "Just give it a little time, and it will become much clearer to you." I could smile back at her, and it felt good inside me again. "Better now?" She asked.
"Think so. As long as I have someone that understands me, like the two of you."
"You'll always have that," Phillip said, staring straight through me.
She smiled at the both of us, and excused herself from the table, then told us to finish eating, and we did just that.
We went back to his room and played video games for hours. I think Phillip let me beat him a few times, just trying to make me feel better. "Do you want to listen to some music? He asked."
"Yeah, that sounds good, but I want to ask you something." He looked at me, and I saw the blue in his eyes, and knew I could ask him anything. "You know I told you about how I want to feel James inside me.
"Yeah."
Um...is there...um something I should do, you know, to get ready?"
He explained everything to me, all I needed to know, and told me where I could get it. He told me about pain too, especially the first time, and that lube was most important, but that I also had to relax.
"So it hurts? I asked.
"It will at first, but just tell him to go real slow. Don't rush anything, and eventually you'll start to feel good. I mean, really good," and he closed his eyes for a minute.
"You'll be fine," he said. He must have seen the worried look on my face. You're really going to like it. Like a lot." He put in a few cds and took my hand, leading me to the bed, and we both got comfortable, lying on our backs, listening to his awesome stereo. His parents bought him the coolest car, an Eclipse Spider, he had the coolest clothes, and his stereo was the best. The music was sounding so good, and our toes touched. I had my hand down on the bed, by my side, his was in the same position, and he reached out for my hand and held it. We were just two boys, not in love with each other, but one of us was. There wasn't anything I could do about that, but it did feel relaxing, lying there with him, and holding his hand. We listened for some time, then I told him I had to go. I was going to have to get to the store first, then home. We were getting ready to hug each other, and he kissed me just once, but square on the lips, and then he gave me a big hug.
"Thanks for coming over," he said, "You really do mean a lot to me, even if we're just friends, that will be good enough." We made our way down the stairs, and got a whiff of something sweet, and ran into his mom as she was coming out of the kitchen.
"You leaving Shawn?"
"Yeah. I need to get going."
"Not before you have a brownie." Well she didn't have to twist my arm on that one. A glass of milk, and a few brownies never hurt anyone, but the company I enjoyed, just the three of us was priceless. I was getting ready to leave, and she gave me a hug.
"You are the coolest mom," I said.
"Well thank you. I don't think anyone has ever called me that before."
Phillip walked with me outside, we hugged again, longer than two boys should out in the open, but I was beginning to feel okay with that. Being gay was bothering me less and less, and if someone saw us, I wasn't ashamed of it.
"Can we be friends?" He asked.
"Of course we can. Always have been, always will be."
"Sorry about kissing you earlier."
"That's okay," I said.
"You're just so cute," he said, "and I, well I love you, and sometimes I just can't help myself."
"It's just going to take a little getting use to, but I'm getting there."
"Bye, Phillip. Thanks for everything."
"Thank you Shawn." We hugged once more. "Bye sweetheart," he said.
"Bye."
I drove away, and we were waving at each other, and I thought about what a good time we all had.
I got what I needed from the store, and arrived home before James did. I was anticipating his arrival, looking forward to his kisses, the feeling of his skin against mine, and his love for me. I wanted him in the worst way, more than I had ever wanted him before. If he walked through the door anytime soon, I was going to attack him.
Lucky for me I had eaten lunch twice, and could hold out for dinner, but holding out for James wasn't near as easy. I was listening to music, and didn't hear them drive up, but then I saw James in the kitchen, setting his boots by the door. I ran to his arms as they opened for me, and I hugged him and kissed him, and was so happy he was home.
"Sorry it took so long," he said.
"Your home now, and that's all that matters," I said running my hands through his hair.
"Well first thing I need to do is take a shower," but before he moved I kissed him. I wasn't going to let him get a way that easy, and I kept on kissing him, and he responded to me. I had already taken a shower, felt clean, and was just wearing a pair of shorts. He still had on his shirt, but not for long as I took it off him. I undid his jeans, and pulled them away from his waist, and he continued by stepping out of them. I moved my body back and forth, my dick rubbing against his, and the waves of excitement struck us both. I'm not sure how it happened, but soon neither one of us was wearing anything. His skin felt so good against mine, his kisses driving me insane. I gave James surprised look when he pulled away from me, then he smacked me on the butt, and I took off for the bedroom, with him right behind. I dove onto the bed, and he landed right beside me, and we melted into each other's arms again.
We were kissing each other and feeling each other's bodies. James kissed my neck, then down to the front of my neck, right at the top of my chest, and I couldn't take it any longer and opened the drawer up for the lube. I put some on him, and watched his eyes go closed. I watched him open his eyes, and dive straight for my chest, and he kissed me there and on my neck, and it was my turn, as I closed my eyes feeling the kisses of my lover.
He backed up on the bed, took my legs, and lifted them up to my head, and took the lube out of my hand. He poured some on me, and worked my butt, his hands brushing back and forth against my hole. He put his finger in me, working it around slowly, and I got my first taste of what that was like. It did feel good, really good, and my eyes felt like they were rolling around in the back of my head. When he did take me, I felt something much bigger than his finger, felt him ease his way in, and I felt the pain too. It hurt, but then he went in further, and my eyes went wide open, as my mouth strained.
"Are you okay baby?" He stopped, waiting for his answer.
I grabbed his arms, gripped them tightly, and said, "don't move." He started pulling back a little, "no," I said in begging him.
"But I don't want to hurt you."
"Stay still, just a little while longer," I said. The pain was unbelievable, nothing like I ever experienced before. After a few minutes, the pain started wearing away, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me, pulling him into me, and the pain shot right back, while he lay on top of me. I think I must have cried out, because he asked me again if I was all right. I wasn't all right, but I didn't answer, only held him, as he lay there steady, not flinching a muscle. It seemed like an eternity, him laying on me like that, the pain lifting, but very slowly. I suddenly remembered Phillip telling me to try and relax. It must have worked, but not right away. When the pain was gone, I opened my eyes again to see him starring down at me.
"I love you," I said.
"And I love you," he said and kissed me. We were kissing each other, both of us very still, just kissing.
I held his head with my hands, pulled him away from my lips and saw love starring me straight into my eyes. "I think I'm ready now, just try to go real slow."
He started moving, but slow, just like I asked, and the pleasure was there, all of it, and much more than I expected. He moved a little faster, but still slow, and I felt my head go way back into the pillow, and a small little cry came from my lips. It wasn't a cry of pain, but was in fact just the complete opposite. For a while he moved real slow, each stroke feeling better than the last, till I was almost in heaven.
He got off my chest, but remained inside me, and picked my legs back up over my head. He repositioned himself and began to move faster, as my cries became louder, and more frequent. I wasn't telling myself to make that noise; it just felt so good, what he was doing to me. The faster he moved, the more I wanted him, and enjoyed him. My small high-pitched cries became lower in tone, almost like a squeal. I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel, and I wanted to come, felt like I had to, but it just wasn't there. It was like being driven to the edge, and almost coming, but hanging on by my fingertips. He moved faster yet, and on the down stroke entered me harder, and I loved that even more. I felt his power and his strength, but I felt something more.
"You still okay?" He asked, but never stop moving.
"Oh yes. Very okay." He moved even harder into me, and felt him as he was taking me, making me his. It was so intense, and I felt like I could have already come about ten times, and knew I needed release, and grabbed for the lube. I started stroking myself, and it was his cue that I was getting close, and he let me have it. He didn't let go completely, and I felt like he was holding back a little, trying to be careful, but it didn't matter. He was driving himself into me and it felt really good. I felt myself coming, heard myself yelling, and James appeared just a close to it as I was. Then almost without warning, I came, hard, really hard. He slowed down, hit me hard twice, and came right after me. He let go, came inside me, and we were both spent. He let go of my legs, and lay on top of me, breathing hard, and kissed my neck just once.
I couldn't believe how good that felt, how he filled me, and made me whole. It was what I needed from him, and it was perfect. As we got our breath back, he asked me, "are you sure you're okay?"
"Oh yes."
"Do you want me out of you?"
"No. Don't go anywhere," and he didn't. He relaxed, and I felt him get heavier on me. I relaxed too, feeling peace and contentment. My hands rubbed his back, as I thought about what he had given to me. He gave me what I wanted, and what I needed from him, but he gave me more than that. He gave me his love, and I felt it there in my heart.
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