Evan and I awoke the next day after our first shared sexual experience. I was not actually reciprocated. I felt that I needed nothing more of him, until he was ready or acted on the impulse. Maybe I trusted that it was a union of our souls.
Well no actually, it was Sex, and gratifying for both of us. Neither of us had any disgust, we were now more than just friends, we trusted each other without the least amount of doubt. It felt great and we needed each other.
Each day, we were together, if not, we talked on the phone. Thankfully, both families supported our friendship. We were often invited to the other's family events and birthdays.
For all practical purposes we were actually a couple…. hiding, but in plain sight. It was our assumption that nobody knew our secret.
We treaded in dangerous territory. Our hands wandered toward each other under tables, while riding in the backs of cars, certainly at Movie theatres, or at home while watching TV together. We were constantly touching each other. I think once, Alan saw Evan's mouth movements as his lips made a silent "I Love You" towards me. I knew it was a risky thing to do, so I pretended that nothing had happened at all. In fact, who can be sure, did anyone ever see us holding hands?
On school nights after studying together, I stayed as late as allowed, or until his parents announced "Time for bed". I would sweetly tuck him in at night. We quietly shut the bedroom door with the lights out. I'd lean to kiss him, and slide my hand under the covers to his undies.
He might pipe a little"Ohhh....Nooo...."
The feeling was warm and inviting to us both. We both wanted more, yet it served a proxy promise of guilty pleasures that we resisted until our next night of privacy or sleepover.
We exchanged "I Love you's" and "You're my Cuties Pie" then I'd leave with a piss hard. Longing for his body.
Our vernacular remained juvenile; little was dignified about our banter. We were almost two cartoon characters doing childish play. The physical interaction of course was far accelerating towards steamy adult stuff. We sometimes coordinated our undies selections to color match. It was a certain thrill when we disrobed at sleepovers, followed by our love games in matching undies.
One Friday sleepover at my house we filled the early evening playing video games. My parents were out of town for the night. I don’t think we ever actually discussed a sleepover with them? Ooops!
We had played most of the two player games for hours, I was a little tired.
I got a throw blanket to conceal us wrapping each other's nude legs. Even though we were all alone, it made sense as a precaution. I was incredibly paranoid I guess.
Evan was on single player games, I slipped a hand to fondle him a little, it made him fuck up in his game Therefore it made sense that we needed to be doing something else besides gaming.
I was a bit of a domineering host.
I whispered to him '" Wanna Love?"
The dimple grin began to draw on his face, then giggling as he kept playing.
His zipper was all the way down, and his cock was pointing to his belly.
Yes by now it was a cock in true form, he had hit puberty nature added about an inch in only about 2 or 3 months.
He fought to keep his concentration starting on a new game, but it was no use.
He cursed me "Damn-it I wanted to beat your score!"
I teased "It was not possible, he had to be my minion!'
Oh, so what does the Master wish?" he asked.
"You must come to my chamber, and I will show you." I chanted
He reached under zipped quickly, and sprang to his feet.
"Lead me Master....."
I took his hot little hand, and he followed me up towards my “Chamber"
"First" I instructed, you must was off your bodily spoils."
“To the bathroom!” I pointed.
I followed him in. He stripped solemnly, and then snickered as I tickled his rump.
I told him, to assure he was completely clean, I would have to join in. He was commanded to disrobe me.
He did carefully, and for his amusement then tickling me in return.
We stepped into the steaming shower, I said he was to soap us both up, and he complied.
In fact he over applied body gel on my penis, and started to build the lather. It was already poking straight out. I applied a little gel in my hand and stroked his firm 5 incher. I wanted him, but I determined we should wait for my bed. We actually took turns washing each other below the waist.
We role played more servitude when we got out. I toweled him off to inspect that he had cleaned up well. As I knelt on the floor in front of him. I licked his loose balls, and up to his dangling pride. He now had a billowy cloud of light brown hair presented above his penis.
I said, " Everything seems to be in order" "Now your turn!"
He toweled me off from head to toe, stopping to tickle under my sac.
I said he was not commanded to do that yet, he must wait until told.
He meekly rested his clasped hands to the side of his face, and said "Please"
I told him " That it will be determined in the Chamber."
"Go there now and await instruction."
Upon entering my room we shucked off the towels and the whole Master game was forgotten.
We plowed into my bed, grappling and stroking each other. In seconds we were both dripping at the tips.
Our lips were barely touching as we gasped breaths, with arms and hands piloting to pleasure points.
His erect penis dipped beneath my balls, I lifted up until his moist tip began to enter a little. I slid a pillow under me to help his angle. He pressed in as I relaxed knowing I was giving him a great sensation. He rocked slowly, and gently advancing more each time. I draped my arms under his pits and rested my hands on his shoulder blades. I almost did not know he was fully in, I was allowing him to command this moment and he was intent in his work until he arched his back, his head fell weak as the pleasure from his body was spent inside of me.
He panted a few breaths, dropped limp onto my chest. Our bodies sticky with sweat, made a “smack” suction together
He cleaned up with a tissue, and returned to my side. Caressing me and down to my unspent rod.
He said, "You did not cum?"
"No, it's okay" I whispered.
He gently fondled my frustration.
He made slow movements up, then a long down stroke squeezing his hand slightly.
The frustration was replaced by a thrill. We kissed, as he built the pace gradually, I finally burst, clutching his neck, and burying our tongues together.
We slept fulfilled, and content. The erotic nature of the night woke me later. I wrapped around his frame as he slept on his side. His smell, and the warmth of his body brought my penis to life, facing the crevice of his smooth round cheeks. I had never entered him, nor had I ever tried.
I was rubbing his hips, and plied myself closer. I was directly pulsing at his glory hole. My pre- cum poured like mad, it served to lube him. I pressed in gently, he stirred his head a bit, he was partly awake. He moved one hand resting on mine that positioned his hip. I was amazed how easily I entered him. I was exploding at the generous pleasure his body provided. As I reached full entry, his body conceded a pleasant firmness enveloping my unit. I shuddered, as I blew a tumultuous load into him.
I laid on my back, gasping for more air. He too turned on to his back, then I felt a light kiss on my shoulder.