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MY HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIENDS - Number 5, the conclusion (t/t/M/t)
I knew I'd miss Jackie, even though I'd be leaving for college in just a few months. He was at graduation because the band played. I couldn't help but glance at him when I walked past the band to get my diploma, and he gave me a big grin.
I know I said I'd tell you about my high school boyfriends, and, since I'd graduated, I wasn't technically in high school that summer. But there is one more thing you need to know.
Several relatives send me cards for graduation, but the card that surprised me was a funny one showing a cartoon graduate on the front. And inside it said, "Now you're a know-it-all." It was signed "Davie." And the next day he called.
"Hey, how does it feel to know it all?"
I knew his voice the minute I heard it.
"Feels fine," I said without hesitating. "What did you want to know?"
He didn't hesitate, either. "I want to know if you'd like to go to a movie tonight."
"Yes!"
"Pick you up at seven," Davie said.
We didn't go to a movie. We rode around for a little bit and then drove out into the country to that deserted place where we'd been so many times before. We sat and talked for a while. He was going to be a senior in college; he'd majored in education. I told him about the interest -- and talent -- I'd discovered in art; that would be my major starting in the fall. We talked about lots of things before Davie asked me about Kenneth.
"Kenneth was a great boyfriend," I told him. "He was always nice to me, and we had lots of fun together. You picked me a good one!"
I knew he wanted to know about this past year, too, so I told him about Jackie. He was a little surprised when he heard Jackie was so young, but I reminded him that I'd only been a freshman -- and hardly had any hair at my cock -- when we'd first had sex.
Davie told me about his friends in college, but he never used the word "boyfriend."
He was staring out the windshield when he said it. "But I never knew anybody like you."
I got goosebumps.
"I missed you, Jimmy. Lots more than I thought I would."
You see old movies where a river or lake overflows and a dam busts open. That's how I felt right then. He still wasn't looking at me, so it was okay to let a few tears appear. I felt an old ache inside my belly.
Then he turned to me. "I love you, Jimmy. I always have."
I practically dove into his arms across the console. The sensation of those strong arms around my shoulders again was all it took, and I began to cry.
"Davie... Davie..." I didn't know what to say.
He stroked the back of my head and brushed his lips across my cheek. I know he tasted my tears. His lips crossed mine once, and then he pressed them into me. I opened for him, and his delicious tongue -- that tongue whose taste I'd never forgotten -- entered and gently moved around inside. We kissed slowly, deeply.
"Oh, Davie..." I gasped for breath.
"Let me make love to you, Jimmy."
There just wasn't anyplace to go except that back seat. And we just couldn't get there fast enough. He unbuttoned my shirt so fast he pulled a button off. He buried his face against one of my titties and sucked. I moaned as his tongue brushed over the sensitive skin; I pressed myself against his mouth.
His hand went to my crotch and squeezed my dick. I was almost frantic to get his shirt off, to see his beautiful chest, and our arms kept bumping into each other. I grabbed a handful of material trying to pull his t-shift up, but my hand pushed against his hand at my fly, and the zipper stuck.
For some reason, that broke us up. He laughed into my tittie, which tickled me, and I laughed at the image of us fighting to get each other naked. He threw his head back, and his white teeth gleamed in the light as his laughter filled the car. My giggles made me sound more like a little kid.
We wound up lying back against the seat, my shirt open, his t-shirt up under his pits, and my pants half-unzipped. Laughing. And I knew in that moment that I loved him, too. I always had. In a way very different than I'd loved my other boyfriends. I loved him forever-and-ever.
Almost breathless, he turned to me, grinning. "Now let's try that again."
He leaned into me, and our arms circled each other for another kiss. Had I always known that no one could kiss like Davie? My sweet, wonderful Davie...
This time I kept still and let him work my zipper down. His tongue still in my mouth, his hand slipped into my jeans and cupped my crotch in his hand. I know there were wet spots on my briefs. He massaged my cock and balls, and I moaned. His face slid downward to my tittie again, and I kissed his ear as it passed my mouth. When he sucked my tittie into his mouth, I leaned down to suck on his earlobe, and then I stuck my tongue in his ear, moving it as slowly or as rapidly as his tongue moved against my nipple.
"Oh god, Jimmy... I need to make love to you..." He stopped and looked up at me. "Let's go to a motel."
A motel! Well, he was old enough to get a room without any questions asked, I guess. There were a couple motels out on the highway where no questions were asked, anyway -- or so I'd heard. A motel with Davie!
I stayed in the car while he went in to get a room. We fell onto the bed and began kissing as though we hadn't even moved from the back seat of his car. He moved on top of me and began to grind his hips at me. I was so hard my cock almost hurt, and I could feel my cockhead slipping around in the precum building up in my briefs.
He had my shirt open again and covered my chest with kisses. He licked and sucked at my bellybutton while his hands unfastened my jeans, and my briefs were hardly down before he sucked my cock into his mouth.
I wiggled around enough to kick my shoes off and get my jeans off, but my insides were heating up under the onslaught of his lips and tongue. I spread my legs wide, and he lowered his face to my balls. His moans were muffled as he got them into his mouth.
I was actually crying. I was crying and running my fingers through his hair, pressing his face into my groin. Davie! He let my balls drop and moved up to the base of my hard cock, sucking there for only a moment before sliding to my cockhead. Davie! He sucked hard, fast. He needed me. I needed to give him myself.
"AAHHhhhhhhhhhhhh..." With a huge grunt and an almost painful surge from inside, I shot my cum into his mouth while he still sucked for more. And I fed him more... Fed my Davie my cream my cum for my Davie again and again again...
We lay next to each other. He finally leaned in for a kiss, and I tasted my cum in his mouth. He fell back, and we just lay there a while, holding hands. Holding hands like a couple of little kids.
Finally, he said, "It's not just the sex. I want you to know that. It was so hard to go away and leave you... I truly loved you then, Jimmy." He rolled onto his side and looked at me. "I love you."
"Davie," I whispered. "It was always you. You showed me so many wonderful things. And then you took care of me. I was just a stupid kid, and you... loved me. It was always you I loved, Davie."
Silence.
"And you know what?" I asked. "You're the only one in this room with all his clothes on."
He laughed. I raised one arm and ran my fingers over his beautiful face. He even still had his shoes on.
"Practically raped, and you're still dressed!" I grinned.
He lay there and let me undress him slowly. That t-shirt was over his head first, and his muscled chest was beautiful. I drew my fingers lightly over his pecs and nipples, then down his taut stomach.
"Damn, you've been working out," I said. He just smiled and ran his fingers though my hair as I looked at him.
I undid his pants and slid my hand into his shorts just enough to feel his pubic hair. Just as soft as I remembered. I stroked it. He worked his shoes off, and I moved his jeans down to reveal the stark white of his briefs, straining to contain his sex. I hadn't seen his cock for three years, but I remembered every detail of it.
After he worked his jeans down and off, I leaned in to suck on the warm, damp cotton. He moaned. I could smell his sweetness. I could taste his precum, and I sucked it into my mouth. My hands massaged his strong thighs, and I reached around to slip my hands under the material of his briefs to feel his ass. I squeezed.
"Oh yeaaaa Jimmy..."
I pulled his briefs down, and his strong, rockhard cock sprang up for me. I didn't touch it for a minute; I just looked at it. Then I held it with my fingers, gently, and blew all around his cockhead. I kissed his little lips there. He moaned, long and low.
I tasted his cockhead, covered with his precum now. So sweet and smooth. I licked all around it and under it, sucking lightly at the underside. Then I slipped it into my mouth. My Davie...
"Jimmieeeeeee..." His little sound was almost a whimper.
His fingers pulled at the hair on my head a moment and then relaxed as I sucked him into me. My lips tightened around his shaft as his cockhead moved deeper into my mouth. It moved slowly across the soft palate at the back of my mouth. Still, I sucked more of his shaft into me, his hot, throbbing cockshaft... Cockhead at the opening of my throat... Swallow him... swallow Davie... at last at last my nose in his pubes soft hair manly scent... so full of Davie... swallow Davie sucking him eating him my Davie throat full of cock his meat his sex swallowing...
"Uuuuhhhhhhhhhh!"
His cock lurched in my throat as his first shot burst out and straight down to my stomach. I pulled away just a bit so his next shot filled my mouth with his unique tang, his sweet cum, and I sucked fast and hard as he bucked into me, filling me over and over...
I fell across him.
Gradually I became aware of the sweat between us. The heat of skin against skin. The scent of sex filling the room. Our sex. Breathing together...
I slid off him and lay on my belly. His hand rested on my ass.
Soon he rolled over onto his side and leaned on one elbow; his hand caressed me softly from my shoulders, down my back, over my ass, onto the back of my thighs. Up and down again. For a long time, neither of us spoke.
"I've always loved you, Jimmy," he said. "I was too dumb to realize it at first; it was like we were just buddies fooling around, you know? Then, when I fixed you up with Josh, I thought I was doing you a favor. Jimmy, I got so jealous! And I was so surprised when I realized I was jealous! When I thought of you two being together..."
"Well," he continued, "I got you fixed up with Kenneth because I knew he'd be good to you. Better than Josh was. I couldn't stand the idea that my Jimmy might not be happy, and I knew Kenneth was a sweet lover."
I'd assumed that Davie and Kenneth had had sex before Kenneth became my boyfriend, and I guess I was right.
"After that... Well, I was off at school last year, and I figured you would find a boyfriend if you wanted one."
He was silent for a minute. "I don't have any right..." He stopped. He lay back down.
"Yes, you do," I said. I wasn't quite sure what he'd started to say... "I love you, Davie. That gives you all kinds of rights."
He lay his hand on my ass again, and suddenly I was as horny for him as I had been when I was a freshman four years earlier.
"For example," I said, my voice a little raspy, "it gives you the right to fuck me."
He turned his face to look into my eyes. I'm not very smart, I know that. But I'm smart enough to know love when I see it. And he really and truly loved me.
He burrowed his finger into my ass and found my hole. He raised up enough to lick into my ear for a minute as his finger pushed my hole open. I groaned. He moved down behind me, and I pulled my knees up under me to raise my ass for him.
"Oh god, I love your ass... this beautiful ass," he whispered as he stroked it lightly.
Then I felt his tongue on me; he licked my asscheeks over and over so much I thought he'd never lick deeper.
And then he did. I groaned again as his hot, wet tongue raked across my asshole, my pussyhole, the opening that had always belonged to him. He licked it over and over again, rolling his tongue around it, sucking against my little puckerlips. He sucked and kissed and ate at me, and finally, finally, his tongue entered. I sighed deeply as his tongue spread my ring open and slipped inside, the heat and roughness of it sending a jolt through me.
I relaxed for him, for my Davie, sweet Davie, eating at me for his pleasure, for my pleasure, every one of those thousands of nerve ending back there thrilling at the pressure, the moisture, the movement of my Davie eating me yessss...
The room was filled with moans. We'd sexed with each other ever since I was a very shy and naive 13-year-old, a mere boy for whom sex was a marvelous but somewhat frightening mystery, and now I was content to let my lover feast at his leisure on my body.
I smiled to myself. "Sexed." That's how I'd thought of it so often back then. We weren't "sexing it up" anymore. That was a boy thing. A growing-up thing. We were making love. I sighed deeply as his tongue continued to make love to me, warm, wet love...
"On your back, Jimmy..."
I rolled over, and Davie pulled me to the edge of the bed. He moved my legs up, and I held them, tight to my chest, with my hands behind my knees. He got on his knees again and continued his love feast of my pussy, my entrance.
When he stood, he leaned in far enough that I could suck on his dick and wet it for him. I didn't need to; it was already oozing precum. He pulled away and lay it at my hole. For you, I thought... For you, Davie...
"Fuck me," I said aloud, and my voice was deep with lust and emotion.
He pressed his thick cockhead against my ring and pushed. I opened for him. With a deep sigh, I felt his knob shove my ring aside as he entered me. His long, thick shaft followed, and he pressed inward, downward, into the deepest parts of me...
And I looked into his eyes for every moment, every movement, and loved him. I wasn't a virgin anymore, not since Josh. But at that moment, with Davie, for Davie, I was a virgin again... giving my cherry to my lover...
When he was fully in, I arched my back to press against him, to bury his cockhead just as deeply inside me as possible. He groaned at the pressure against his sensitive cockhead; I could almost see the pleasure shoot from his groin upward through his belly and into his heart and mind.
And we fucked. So slowly. So deliciously slowly. Tissue against tissue, wet sounds, emptiness refilled over and over... I raised my head and watched the thick beet-red shaft pull out and push in... into me... so slowly...
It was a whisper between his moans, and at first I didn't even hear it. Then it registered. "Love you... Jimmy... love... Jimmy..."
Forever. We fucked slowly forever.
But the heat built up inside both of us. His need and mine. His breathing became ragged first, and I knew what it meant. I urged him on by shoving myself down on his cock every time he pushed in, feeling that thick mushroom head rake across my nut...
"Yessss Davieeeee o fuck yesss..."
Now every thrust of his was accompanied by a grunt, a short, sharp gutteral grunt, the grunt of a man in need, the grunt of a man ready to plant himself inside...
"Uh... uh... uh..."
The tight spring inside me burst apart... I arched my back and shoved into him... My assring clenched around his cock as my gut twisted...
"OOOooooooo..." My cock shot a long rope of cum onto my shoulder...
"SSSSSSSssssssssss..." His breath escaped from between his clenched teeth as his cock thrust deeply, his body froze just a second, and his cum burst from deep within him seeding me with himself...
Over and over...
Until we were spent.
He fell to the bed beside me, and I let my legs fall.
We didn't speak much for the rest of the time we spent there. We just cuddled, touched. Little kisses now and then.
It was after 3 am when I got home.
That summer was as though the intervening two years hadn't happened. It was me and Davie, just like it had been my sophomore year. We went to the movies a few times, and once we were just like kids again there, toying with each other's dicks during the show and finally jacking off onto the seats in front of us.
It was such fun to "rediscover" Davie. A couple of years made just enough difference that he was even more beautiful than ever. I loved to undress him. We spent a lot of time at his house when his parents were gone during the day. We played on his bed, showered together, did anything for an excuse to get naked with each other. But other times we'd just sit and talk.
My life changed during one of those times.
I'd shown him some of my drawings and told him why I was so interested in art. And I'd surprised him with a charcoal drawning of him, naked and lying on his bed. He loved it. He said he'd hang it on the wall of his bedroom in the apartment he'd have when he went back to school.
And then he asked me to move in with him.
"You can take your art classes there. You can live... I mean, we can live together, Jimmy. You and me. I love you, Jimmy. I don't want to go back without you. Please, Jimmy."
We were sitting on the patio out behind their house. I looked over at him. Yes, it was true. He loved me. And I loved him. I guess I always had. Forever-and-ever.
It was agreed. It wasn't as complicated as I thought it might be to enroll there only a month before classes started. And we started to plan what we'd need for "our apartment." The phrase gave me chills. Our apartment!
We were pulling out of the mall one afternoon when I spotted a familiar face. I honked, and Mr. Harrison pulled over. Jackie was with him; they were headed back to Mr. Harrison's house.
It was clear that Mr. Harrison didn't want to sit there where someone might see him with Jackie, but his invitation was sincere. He invited me and Davie to come to his house.
During the drive there, I insisted to Davie that Mr. Harrison was okay with what had happened that time with the three of us. Davie wasn't that eager to go over, but I guess he knew as well as I did that there would be some sex, and that would be fun.
Jackie was a little shy with Davie when we got there, since he'd never been around Davie before. I told them that Davie and I were lovers and were going to live together.
Mr. Harrison congratulated us. "That's wonderful, boys. I mean that. You're wonderful for each other."
But Jackie had a little pout on his face. Since he'd been my boyfriend until just a couple of months ago, I could tell he was a little unhappy. I pulled him over onto the couch next to me and put my arm around him.
"It's okay, Jackie. I love you, you know. But Davie's my boyfriend now, and for us... Well, it's different for Davie and me now. We're older." I hugged him. "You've got Mr. Harrison; you're his boyfriend."
Mr. Harrison smiled at him, and I could tell Mr. Harrison really cared for Jackie. Who could blame him? Jackie was a cute kid. But he was just a freshman... well, a sophomore in the fall.
I kissed Jackie's cheek, and he turned his face to me quickly so that I met his lips. His tongue pressed into my mouth.
I pulled away in surprise.
"I'll miss you, Jimmy," he said.
"Me, too," I smiled. But I returned his kiss, tongue included. His hand found my crotch and squeezed me, and when we ended the kiss he glanced over at Mr. Harrison.
"It's okay, honey," Mr. Harrison said to Jackie. He'd never called me that. I guess he really did like his new boyfriend. Jackie kept his hand on me.
"You two are making me horny," Davie grinned. He stroked his cock through his jeans.
"I remember that big tool," Mr. Harrison smiled. "Looked like a monster fucking that little boy Jimmy used to be."
"This time," Davie grinned, "you can have it if you want."
That was all it took. Mr. Harrison was on the floor in front of Davie opening his pants. Jackie unzipped me and unfastened my belt. His little hand was inside on my dick before Davie's pants hit the floor.
"Damn," Jackie whispered. But he was looking at the big cock Mr. Harrison was holding -- Davie's. He quickly pulled my pants down and got his own pants off. Then he climbed up onto my thigh and leaned against me while I jerked his little dick and he stroked mine.
I will admit that Davie and my former math teacher looked hot together. Mr. Harrison had only his t-shirt on, and his broad shoulders were bent over Davie's lap as he sucked Davie in. Mr. Harrison's ass moved as he bent in, the curves nice and inviting.
"Do you fuck him?" I whispered to Jackie.
"Yeah. He's got a hot ass," Jackie grinned. "You fixed me up good, Jimmy. Really."
"He's nice to you, huh?"
"He's really nice. He likes to suck as much as he likes to fuck. He always calls me a 'pretty boy,' and I guess that's okay. Man, he loves my dick." Jackie giggled.
I was satisfied. If Jackie was satisfied with his new boyfriend, then I was, too.
"Boys," Mr. Harrison said as he pulled up from Davie," let's have us a hot circle jerk."
We got onto the floor and had a circle suck instead. We started off stroking each other -- I had Mr. Harrison on one side and little Jackie on the other. I was stroking Mr. Harrison, and Jackie was stroking me, but Jackie wanted to suck. He leaned in to my groin and fed my cock right into his mouth. He had a nice tight little mouth, just liked I remembered.
So I leaned over to Mr. Harrison and sucked on him. His cockhead was already out of his foreskin and leaking precum. He leaned into Davie to suck, and Davie leaned into Jackie... Well, it took us a minute to rearrange ourselves, but pretty soon all four mouths were working on all four dicks, and all four of us were moaning up a storm.
In a little bit, Mr. Harrison raised up and said, "Switch," and we all did. Then I was sucking Jackie -- sweet little dick -- Jackie was on Davie, Davie was on Mr. Harrison, and Mr. Harrison was running his tongue around my cockhead like he hadn't tasted precum in years. Just watching four bodies -- all naked by now -- working each other over was getting me ready to shoot.
Mr. Harrison was the one who pulled up, though. But he had a reason.
"Please, boys," he said. "I'd love it if you could all cum on me. God, that would be so hot..."
That was all we needed to hear. I think the three of us were so close to shooting that we'd have shot just about anywhere he'd asked! He lay back, and the three of us got on our knees around him. Jackie was grinning big; I bet the two of them had lots of fun! Davie's big dick was right over Mr. Harrison's face, so Jackie and I aimed for his chest.
Jackie came first, and his spurts were a lot more than they had been just a few months before. He covered one of Mr. Harrison's nipples. I watched Davie come next, and then I started. Davie's belly heaved once, and he shot a nice rope onto Mr. Harrison's cheek and across his nose, then another onto his lips. Mine landed on one of his pecs and a shoulder.
Mr. Harrison wasn't even stroking his cock. But he was groaning as he watched all the teen cum land on him. The three of us were panting when we finished, and Mr. Harrison used both hands to rub the cum all over his chest and face; he licked his fingers and went back for more. That man was horny!
But he hadn't cum yet himself.
"Haven't cum, honey," he said to Jackie; "suck me off, babe." He spread his legs.
Jackie got down between his legs and began to suck on Mr. Harrison's big dick. Davie crawled over next to me, and I kind of lay against him as we watched. We kissed a couple of times, but it wasn't long before Mr. Harrison started grunting loudly. He was filling Jackie's mouth!
Jackie looked cute, with his little white butt up in the air and his face buried between Mr. Harrison's legs, his mouth fastened on that big dick. Jackie swallowed and kept sucking until Mr. Harrison pulled him off.
We just sat on the floor for a while after that, but Jackie wanted to play some more. Davie was okay with that. We just did a little kissing and stroking. Eventually I wound up sitting on Davie's lap taking his cock up my ass, kissing as he fucked me. Mr. Harrison said he couldn't get it up for a while yet, so we watched Jackie fuck his little dick into Mr. Harrison's ass. Mr. Harrison asked if Davie and I could come back sometime before the summer was over, but Davie said no.
I did spend some time kissing Jackie goodbye, though.
I didn't have a lot to pack up for college except clothes. We were going to take both cars with us, Davie's and mine, so that was no problem. He'd shared an apartment with a guy the year before, and he had some things in storage that we'd use, like kitchen things.
It was only a few hours' drive, and we had both cars unpacked by lunch. Then we went and got the things Davie had in storage. We went out to eat, and when we came back there was only one thing left to do. That was to make the bed. Our bed.
Davie was more romantic than I'd realized. On the way back from dinner we'd stopped so he could get some flowers. He put them on the dresser. After we'd made the bed we took a shower together. It was long and slow, with lots of kisses. We pressed our wet bodies and hard dicks together a lot, but we didn't go any farther than that. When we got back to the bedroom, Davie lit several little votive candles.
It was like a dream. We lay together on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, almost as though we were afraid to begin anything else. But finally his rolling my balls on his fingers turned me on so much I had to suck. I started with his nipples and licked my way down to the thin line of hair that began just above his bellybutton. His soft pubes felt wonderful against my cheek, and I licked around the base of his cock slowly.
I moved to his balls. I licked around one, then the other; then I sucked lightly on one. The thin skin moved around it inside my mouth, and the tender globe slid from side to side as my tongue washed it. He pulled away just long enough to rearrange himself so we could work on each other's balls at the same time.
What is it about balls? It seems like it should be a cock that fascinates me all the time. Well, cocks do fascinate me, of course. But, balls. Balls are hot, so tender, so deliciously sweet. Josh's balls had been big and hairy, and I loved them. Kenneth's balls were not as hairy, not as big. Jackie's balls were smooth, hardly any hair at all, and small enough I could easily suck on both at the same time.
But Davie's. Oh, Davie's balls can drive me wild! His scent is so heady down there, his taste so tangy and sweet at the same time. I love to suck his balls until he almost begs me to stop. I love to put my nose against his sac right underneath his cock and inhale deeply. That's my Davie! No one could smell as wonderful as he does!
Since we were doing a 69, my nose found it's way to the other side of his ballsac, too, just at the beginning of his ass crack. That's where Davie is all man. Oh, his magnificent cock swinging wildly above me is all man, too, but when I begin to nibble at his crack just at his ballsac he almost melts for me.
I ate him there, working my tongue upward. He finally collapsed next to me, leaving my cock alone for a while, and I worked on his ass. Very slowly. There was no rush. We had all night. We had days, weeks. We had months. I ate slowly and loved the taste of him, the smoothness of the inside of his asscheeks, the wrinkled skin around his hole, the tight little pucker holding him closed. I ate him and loved him. I ate him so long my cheeks were as wet from my mouth as his ass was. My Davie.
I reached around for his cock. It had softened, and I just held it without moving it as I licked his entrance. I felt his lovely dick begin to stiffen in my hand.
I'd always loved to watch it stiffen. It would flop around on my palm and lie still, and then it would slowly begin to lengthen. And thicken. It would be warm against my palm as I would watch, and I could sometimes swear I could actually feel it become even warmer. Soft and pliable and so very sweet. Then hard, stiff, full, so very strong. I couldn't see it as I held him while rimming him, but I knew what it looked like as his cock came alive again; I'd seen it so often.
My tongue pressed in a bit, and my hand slowly stroked the length of his now-hardened cock. I pushed his ring aside, and my lover's body welcomed me. I felt the silk-smooth tissue just inside his entrance. I tasted, loved, him.
He moaned. His cock pulsed in my hand, but I didn't stroke it anymore; I just held it. My tongue licked, curling upward and around just inside his ring. He tasted like the shower gel, like man, like Davie... His scent was sweet flowers, musk, Davie... I pressed my tongue in more, feeling the slickness, and he moaned as my rough tongue roamed around his tissues.
I licked and tongue-fucked until my tongue was getting tired, and as I pulled it out I pushed a finger inside. His ass grabbed it and held it tightly, his pucker-lips pulsing against a knuckle. I moved it around inside and turned it until I found his nut, that special place that turns a boy on until he is helpless. I stroked it with my fingertip. It was so hard. The softer tissue puckered a bit around it, and I stroked the hardness in circles, from the edge to the middle.
"Gaaaaaaaaad Jimmieeee..."
I pressed a second finger in and watched it disappear. I looked at Davie's back, his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, his bubble butt now separated by my hand. He was so gorgeous. I had a flashback to his bedroom when I had just started high school, my eyes locked on his fly as he pulled his cock out for my first look at it. My first touch... My little boydick had hardened as he reached for me, too...
How I loved my Davie! Everything that had been wonderful in high school had been wonderful because of him. He saw to it that Josh loved me right and didn't hurt me. He made sure Kenneth understood what I needed. Even though Davie hadn't known Jackie then, it was because of what Davie had taught Kenneth about me that Jackie had been such a wonderful boyfriend...
My third finger was inside him now. But I needed his heat against my cock, not my fingers. I spread my precum all around my cockhead and lay it at his entrance. I had never dreamed, those first few times in his bedroom, that sex with a boy could be so exciting, so satisfying, so thrilling...
I pressed gently, then a little harder. His ring opened slowly, as if it were prolonging that exquisite sensation when it slides up the hard cockhead invading it. His moisture and his moans welcomed me.
I slid in slowly, and when I was completely in, I rested my pubes against his ass. My balls nestled just under his big bag. I kissed his back and sucked gently at the small of his back. He had completely enveloped me. He was holding me as intimately as a man can be held. I was feeding on his heat, absorbing his moisture; my cock pulsed as our hearts beat together.
Then I began a slow movement. No rush. We had days, weeks. Months. Years. A lifetime. To love and be loved. My cockhead slid slowly through his smooth tissue, and I felt the tingle race through my cock to my back. So smooth. My cockhead was just barely buried inside him when I pulled away just as slowly and began the long ride downward again.
In and out.
We were both whispering at the same time. Words like "love" and "fuck" and "good" and "deep" and more. I don't know who was saying which words; it didn't matter. As I rose up from him and then lowered myself into him again, the flickering candles danced over our love-making.
I had never been as good as I had wanted to be when I'd edged with someone. Kenneth could hold off, it seemed, forever. Jackie was always eager to cum, of course. But I loved driving my cock to the point just before the point of no return, stopping, breathing, then starting again. I'd never tried it in anybody's ass before.
I edged for a while inside Davie.
His groans meant I was exciting his nut as my cockhead passed over it. Giving him such wondrous pleasure... I fucked slowly, then rested deep inside him.
"Oh god Davie," I moaned into his ear. "Mmmmmm..."
Finally I let myself cross the line. The urgency inside me could no longer be denied; the pulsing, caressing, slickness of his ass was pulling my cock over the line...
"Davieeeee..." I groaned.
I shoved hard, landed deep. And then as I pulled upward my own prostate clenched deep inside my gut, and the cream pulled my seed from my balls as it rushed into my cock, forcing the little lips apart, and shot into my lover...
"OOooooooo..." I moaned as I began. My body shook with tension and erotic pleasure as I pumped myself into him again and again, forcing my love deep inside him, seeding him with myself, giving everything to him, over and over and over...
It was a long, wonderful night.
Very early the next morning, just as the light was beginning to appear through the window, we were still cuddling. And planning.
Davie would graduate in a year. He would continue, then, to work on his masters in education. I would graduate with my art degree around the same time he got his masters degree. We would move somewhere together. Forever-and-ever.
And that's what happened. We're living in Marin County, California, now. Davie is teaching, and I'm working as a commercial artist. Now that it's possible here, we're getting married.
So, those were my high school boyfriends. I hope you enjoyed reading about them. Those were wonderful days, days I'll never forget. They were all fun, all exciting boys.
But one of them turned out to be forever-and-ever, after all.