Dylan Pt 2 Fooling Around at the Movies
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“Sooo,” Dylan started, breaking the silence between us, “That was a close call back there, huh?” he laughed.
“Yeah,” I nervously laughed in agreement, “Dylan, you’re one of my best friends and I had no idea you were...into...guys too?”
“I wasn’t really sure either,” it was his turn to nervously laugh, “Like I’ve been having weird thoughts and shit lately, but I thought it was just like a dumb phase or something until last night. And I’m still not really sure, but I do know that I liked it, and I don’t think there is anyone else I would have rather done all that with than you,” he smiled at me, nervously, but I could tell he was being totally honest, trying to figure out his thoughts just like I was.
“Is this too...gay?” I tried to lighten the mood, swinging our connected hands up in front of us.
“Whatever it is, I don’t care,” he laughed and gave my hand a tighter squeeze.
I could have melted from this boy in that moment as we walked up the sidewalk to his house.
He unlocked the door and we entered into the dark kitchen. It was dead silent, assuring me that no one else was home. Dylan switched on the light, and we kicked off our shoes like everything was normal. I’d been over here plenty of times, hanging out, playing video games, typical bro shit, so I already felt comfortable, but seeing him stand there in this new light made it feel warmer and closer than ever. I smiled stupidly at him, not being able to help myself.
“Ummm, this feels weird to say out loud,” Dylan said with a smile on his face as well, “But you’re really cute.”
I turned bright red, blushing harder than I ever have as I averted my gaze, trying not to be completely enamoured.
“Thanks,” I managed to choke out, as I looked back at his gorgeous face, “You’re pretty hot yourself.”
“You just like my dick,” he joked.
We laughed as he opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. His parents were pretty chill about us drinking as long as it was at their house and we didn’t get totally wasted.
“Here,” he said tossing me one, “Let’s just chill and watch some tv.”
I cracked the beer and took a long sip. It was cold and refreshing, both physically and mentally, and helped make things seem ‘normal’ for now. I think we both wanted nothing more than to ravage each other’s naked bodies in that moment, but we were nervous as hell and taking things cautiously slow.
We walked down to the basement where his room was. It was a huge open room with a couple of couches set up around a tv, his bed in the corner, and laundry strewn everywhere in typical teenager fashion. I’d been down here dozens of times, but I was getting butterflies now thinking about where the night would go.
Dylan sat down on the couch, sipping his beer and I followed suit, instinctively sitting on the far side like I normally would. I instantly regretted it, wishing I’d sat right next to him, but I didn’t want to slide over now and seem too eager.
“Fuck it, Family Guy?” He asked.
“I’ve seen them all 100 times, but sure,” I laughed, taking another drink. If I could at least get a small buzz, maybe I’d chill out a bit.
He turned it on to some rerun and glanced over at me.
“You...you can sit closer if you want,” Dylan hesitantly offered.
The tension in the room was so high. We both knew we wanted each other at this point, but this was the first time we had been legitimately alone and had a chance to talk about...’us.’ It was so new and so different, though, that we were both still scared.
I looked at him and nervously smiled. I slammed the rest of my beer and slowly slid over to be right next to him.
“Nervous much?” He laughed, eyeing my empty can.
“Kinda, yeah,” I answered honestly, laughing. Then he made the move and put his arm around me, making my entire body tingle and tense up.
He noticed and started to pull his arm back, but my hands instinctively grabbed his hand, pulling his arm back around my shoulder, trying to relax.
“Sorry!” I cried out, “You don’t have to stop, I’m just so on edge.”
“It’s ok,” he comforted me, “It’s just us here, and I’m nervous too, but...” he paused uncertainly, “I think I like you.”
All I could do was stare into his gorgeous eyes. He was perfection.
“Me...me too,” I stammered, “I mean I think I like you too.”
The world stopped and Dylan leaned over and kissed me.
His soft lips felt so right on mine. I started to feel my dick perking up and had to shake myself back into reality. Reluctantly, I pulled my head back just to stare into his eyes.
Some dumb joke on the tv caught us both in that moment, breaking any and all tension surrounding us and we laughed. It was more out of relief than at the joke, but we couldn’t stop for a couple of minutes.
I pulled my legs up on the couch and leaned my head on his shoulder. Everything felt perfect in this moment. Dylan gently rubbed my shoulder with his arm still around me. I softly put my hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his body through the denim of his shorts.
I was definitely getting a boner now, being this close to someone I could feel myself falling for, and my heart was racing with emotion and anticipation.
Dylan put his free hand on top of mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, and we stayed like that for some time, half-heartedly watching tv, but more entranced with the physical contact between us. I was torn between wanting to spend eternity like this and wanting to push things to the next level.
The choice was made for me though, as Dylan moved my hand slowly up his leg to his crotch, confirming my suspicions that he was hard as hell too.
“Oh, well hello there,” I tried to sound as sultry as possible, the beer lowering my inhibitions.
“Sorry!” He cried out in a mocking tone, “It’s just the adrenaline, I swear!” He teased, winking at me while smoothly referencing last night at the pool.
“In that case,” I teased back, pulling my hand away from his dick, “I’ll back off, my bad.”
“Ahhh! Don’t you dare!” He cried, pulling me closer and putting my hand back on his dick.
I slowly started to rub it, making Dylan moan softly.
“God that feels good,” he sighed. I started to undo his belt on the couch.
“Wait,” he stopped me, “Let’s do this different.”
He stood up, his bulging crotch now at eye level making me drool with anticipation.
“Let’s strip together,” he said with a cocky smile on his face as he extended his hand to help me up.
I stood up and we embraced each other again. We couldn’t help our lips meeting as we grinded our aching crotches together. Both of us were grabbing each other’s ass, holding us even closer together.
Eventually, Dylan pulled away, with that sexy smirk plastered on his face. He walked over towards the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and calling for me to follow. I did just that, watching him slowly pull his T-shirt over his head, revealing his tight, beautiful torso.
I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, but he never looked hotter than right then and there. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
“Umm, you’re turn?” He laughed.
“Whoa, sorry!” I snapped out of my trance, “But you’re just incredibly hot,” I said, blushing a little.
I pulled my shirt off, giving him a view of my thin, smooth chest.
“You are too,” he said, his turn now to stare in awe.
I slowly undid my belt and pulled it off, teasing him. He did the same, and then snapped his belt while looking at me with pure lust in his eyes.
We were a couple of feet apart, and our eyes were locked as we both pulled off our socks and then slid our pants down.
Standing there in just our underwear now, we eyed each other’s bulges. We were both completely hard, my boxers forming a tent over my dick, and his red boxer briefs struggling to contain his boner.
“Last layer,” Dylan teased, his sexy voice begging me to pull down my underwear and give him what he wanted.
He slid his thumbs into the waist of his underwear and slowly started to slide them down. My eyes followed as his dark trimmed pubes were revealed. He pulled his briefs down a little more, finally allowing his 8” uncut gorgeous cock to spring free.
I couldn’t move my eyes from his dick, while I slide my own boxers down, letting my smaller and more slender boner out of the restraints of my clothing.
It was the first time either of us had seen each other naked in the light, and we stood there in Dylan’s bedroom studying each other’s bodies for what could have been an eternity.
“Come here,” he said softly, extending his hand. My body moved on it’s own, reaching out to feel the warmth of his touch.
He guided me to his bed, and both of us laid down facing each other. He pulled me in close, our dicks now rubbing up against each other and we started to make out. I had my hands holding his head, feeling his luscious hair, while he was squeezing my ass with his.
Dylan was in charge now. He wasn’t aggressive, but he knew I would do anything he asked.
“Lay on your back,” he softly said, “I want to try something.”
I did as he asked, my hard cock pointing straight up, ready and waiting for whatever happened next.
Dylan got up and crawled over top of me, 69 style, his beautiful dick now hanging right above my face. I could see every detail. His tip moist with precum. His long shaft aching to be touched. His tight balls, ready to burst. His smooth taint, leading to that perfect round ass.
I shuddered involuntarily as I felt his lips wrap around my dick.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, reaching up and grabbing his thighs to control myself.
I wanted to reciprocate the blowjob, but the pleasure was too much and all I could do was dig my fingers into his legs and hold on for dear life.
I was breathing heavy, but slowly got ahold of myself. I loosened my grip on his thighs, moving one hand up to hold Dylan’s butt, and grabbing his boner with my other, pulling it into my eager mouth.
The taste and sensation could have pushed me over the edge right then, and it took every ounce of control I had to not instantly cum. I felt him start to gently thrust as I sucked his dick, and I urged him on with my hand on his ass. His cock was big and borderline uncomfortable, but I needed to please him and didn’t object as he dove deeper into my throat.
I was almost taking the whole thing at that point, and I could feel his balls touching my nose every time his thrust. Dylan was easily taking all of my cock in his mouth, and he felt like a pro at dick sucking. I could feel his shaggy hair tickling my legs every time he bobbed up and down. Every nerve in my body was electrified, I was in ecstasy.
His dick tasted perfect, accented with the saltiness of his precum, but I needed his lips on mine again. I pulled his hard on back from my face, taking a moment to gaze at it again before gently pushing him to roll over. He gave my cock one last lick before obliging and rolling onto his back.
I turned around and got on top of him, my legs straddling his torso, and my balls resting on his flat stomach. We looked at each other for a moment, softly panting, before I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. Our tongues mingled and I could taste my own precum in his mouth.
Dylan moved one hand to his dick and slowly started to hump my ass. He didn’t go for penetration, but was gently sliding his cock up and down my crack. The pleasure was insane and I pushed my ass back against his dick, grinding in rhythm with him while I stroked my own erection over his stomach as we continued to make out.
He moved his head to my neck, gently biting down.
“Dylan, fuck yes,” was all I could whimper over and over.
Everything was getting blurry and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I pulled his head tight against the side of mine as I started to cum.
It erupted out of me, spurt after spurt of jizz coating both of our chests, mixing with the sweat of our exertion. My body bucked and trembled as I tried to gain control of myself through the most intense orgasm of my life.
Dylan slowed his humping as my cumshots finally subsided, letting me simply lay on top of him, out of breath. Once my breathing slowed to almost normal, he gently pushed me back so I was laying on the bed now and he was sitting on me.
Even post-orgasm, my dick was still hard, and he was sitting so it just pressed against his hole. Dylan took both of my hands and held them above my head with just his left hand. He stared at me devilishly as I laid with my arms up, exposing the only hair on my torso, the small patches in my armpits. Slowly he started jerking off with his free hand, never taking his eyes off of mine.
I could swear he was glowing, brighter and brighter as I watched him stroke himself on top of me. The heat of his body on me felt like the surface of the sun, and the passion in his eyes could have pierced my soul.
I could tell he was getting close, and I couldn’t control my own mouth.
“Dylan, I love you.”
I didn’t know if it was real, or just the heat of the moment, but nothing could stop those words from escaping my lips.
He leaned down and kissed me passionately, before moving and biting down on my shoulder, and I felt cum start to explode from his dick. He stroked faster and faster while he moaned in pleasure, crying out my name. It felt like a gallon of jizz was being dumped on me, and with my hands still being held up by Dylan, there was nothing I could do but lay there and let it happen.
Dylan collapsed onto me, as his cock emptied, releasing my hands, which instantly wrapped around his hot and sweaty back to hold him near me.
His head was pressed next to mine as he slowly caught his breath and whispered in my ear.
“I love you too.”
I melted.
My eyes instantly filled with tears of joy. I still didn’t know what was real, but Dylan saying those words back to me made my entire body blush with excitement and I could only hold him tighter to my body.
He rolled off of me and we laid facing each other, still breathing heavier than normal, but slowly composing ourselves. We studied each other’s eyes without saying another word. I could see nothing but adoration coming from him, and I knew that my eyes echoed that.
“Fuck,” I said, breaking the silence, “We made a mess,” I laughed, glancing down at the cum drying on our chests.
Dylan laughed too, sitting up, “Let me grab a towel.”
I watched him stand and walk to the bathroom, hypnotised by lust for that ass staring back at me.
He came back a second later, wiping his body off, before tossing me a towel to do the same.
His dick was softening, but I couldn’t help but stare at it hanging freely as he stood naked in front of me. ‘That is mine,’ I thought lustfully, but with a hint of true emotion.
He came back to the bed and laid behind me, spooning me tightly. I could feel his now flaccid cock pressed against my butt, and the feeling gave me goosebumps.
Dylan pulled a sheet over us, and we laid there in silence except for the tv, quietly still playing Family Guy, oblivious to what had just happened. He slowly caressed my arm, and I felt him gently kiss the back of my neck.
I wanted to say more, but there wasn’t any words to form. He said nothing either, all I could feel was him gently breathing in perfect time with me. His caressing slowed as he fell asleep, and I pulled his arm around me, holding his hand. Everything was perfect in this moment, and slowly, I drifted to sleep as well. -->
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