Best Friends and More
by Victor Thomas
Chase
Spring has finally arrived, after a cold, hard winter. I'm glad to see all the snow and ice gone. And spring also signals the start of baseball season. I love playing baseball. I also play football in the fall, but I think baseball is my favorite sport.
Like I said, love playing baseball. Especially during game time. Worried thoughts about my life weren't important when playing ball.
I live in a flat, geographically uninteresting rural community. With the outfield lights on, I imagined the baseball diamond stood out like a beacon, visible for miles. I imagined all eyes were on me. I felt great. People watched me because I excelled at this, not because of who I wanted to date.
My name is Coffman, Chase Coffman. I'm sixteen years old and a junior at Chouteau High School, here in good old Southeast Kansas. A boring little town most of the time, but we do have a few things going for us. For most stuff you have to drive to one of the bigger cities in the area, such as Miami, Joplin or Parsons.
And just to get things out in the open from the beginning, I'm gay. Completely, one hundred percent gay. I like sucking cock, eating ass, and getting fucked. And I have done all that with my cute boyfriend, Nythan. Fuck all you haters out there. If you don't like it, you should quit reading this right now. I have more important things to do and worry about, other than your feelings.
Like I said, I know exactly who I am. I'll say it again, just in case you weren't paying attention. I'm Chase Coffman, popular and good looking. Captain of the baseball team, confident and in charge. I belong to a loving family and do alright in school. I'm just a regular, boy next door, all American guy and all that shit. Except that I'm gay. Not that anyone can tell. I'm not one of those little sissy boys like you see on TV on in the movies. If there were a checklist for being straight, I could mark off every item on the list. Except the one about actually being straight that is. And, did I mention that I'm also the best-looking guy in my school.
Let me tell you about Nythan. I know it's spelled weird, but his parents are a little weird, but in a good way. I guess his great grandparents were hippies back in the sixties, and they raised their children that way, and the children raised their children that way as well. I admit I had to google that word to find out what a hippie even was. They were really laid back in most things, but still responsible, loving parents. They never even batted an eye when he told them he was gay, at least that's what he has told me, just wished him luck in finding a boyfriend and that was it. They even allowed their fifteen-year-old son to get a tattoo of a cross with a lion in it, on the left side of his stomach. How many parents do you think would allow something like that? It's really hot looking, at least I think so, even if I don't understand why he wanted it. My parents would never allow me to do something like that, not that I've ever asked, but I'm positive they wouldn't.
My dad wasn't exactly thrilled when I came out to him and mom, but he was cool with it, for the most part. They both encouraged me to find a boyfriend, and mom even tried to set me up a couple of times before I asked her to stop. I mean, how weird is that, my own mother trying to find me a boyfriend?
Anyway, back to Nythan. He's the second hottest boy in school for one thing. I'm the hottest, but just barely. You could almost think we are brothers when you look at us. We both have brown hair, but I have green eyes, where as he has the most beautiful brown eyes. He's about two inches taller than me and weighs maybe ten pounds, at the most, more than I do. I'm five feet eleven inches and he's six feet one inch.
Nythan has a hot body, but mine is hotter. He has a fit, strong, muscular body, with broad shoulders and the most perfect ass the world has ever seen. Aside from my own of course. We've both been working out in the weight room at school for the last two years and it's really done wonders. I used to fantasize about him when I would jerk off at night, and I still do actually, even though I'm getting the real thing pretty much anytime I want, which is all the time. I mean shit, I'm a horny teenage boy so what do you expect. I've also jerked off while looking at myself in the mirror in my bedroom. I am hot after all, but you already know that. I guess I'm a modern-day Narcissist. You probably didn't think I even knew that word, let alone what it means. See, I'm not just a dumb jock, in fact I think I'm one of the smartest kids in school.
Roughly ninety seven percent of my thoughts are consumed with getting into another guy's pants, especially Nythan's and seeing his equipment. I have seen his equipment on many occasions, but I have never been able to do anything but look, and I have to be careful not to stare.
I went back to fantasizing about Nythan's butt, a pastime I found quite pleasant. Today he was wearing a short hoodie that barely came down to his belt, with a tee-shirt that fell below the hoodie but did not obscure those pretty curves. My mind was picturing my hands pulling down those jeans and the American Eagle boxers, whose top was visible over the belt, revealing the fleshy little mounds beneath, and the promising dark slit between those mounds.
I was fascinated by the tight, muscular curves of his butt, the smooth sheen of skin, and the sensuality of that remarkable piece of equipment hanging between his legs. He has the most entrancing face and body I have ever seen.
I shuddered. My dick was rock hard, and knew exactly where it wanted to go.
I'm not really sure about all the finer points of sex with a dude, but I really wanted to meet Nythan's dick. I fantasized that me and his dick would become intimately acquainted in the future. And I wanted him to meet my dick. I wanted out dick's to be best friends, just like him and I are.
By now you're probably thinking to yourself, what an arrogant little bitch, but it's all about attitude and being confident in yourself and your abilities, something I learned from my father, an ex-Marine. He's the one who got me into working out and developing my body when I was twelve years old. I hated it at first, but damn, it sure has paid off. I got Nythan to join me and together we work out in the weight room about three times a week.
I also noticed the way the girls watched me when I walked through the hallways. The ladies appreciated my muscular and fit body, and my attitude attracted attention too. I know all the other boys in school envy me, even if they're too chickenshit to admit it. But that's their problem, not mine. I strolled through the school as if nothing and nobody could stop me.
Nythan and I have been friends for almost twelve years, ever since we first encountered each other in kindergarten. Dad had left the Marines right before I turned five because he wanted me to have a stable home and to be there for me. He had done two tours in Iraq and had even been injured in a roadside bomb, but fortunately nothing too series. He just wanted to be sure I grew up with a father.
Him and I had other friends in school as well. What did you expect from the most popular and best-looking boy in Chouteau High? And we're always surrounded by girls, even though we both came out as gay just recently. I guess maybe they figure they can convert me into being straight. Fat chance. Girls are beautiful to look at, but as far as tits and pussy go, no thanks. That shit is gross.
The two of us have only been out to each other and at school for about a month. I had thought about it before, but just never had made up my mind to come out. Not that I was scared or anything. After all, I'm Chase Coffman. I can handle these fuckers. I just never saw the need to come out. It's nobodies fucking business. But that changed back in March.
Nythan and me had just finished our workout and decided to go the Hornet's Nest for some ice cream on our way home. We were sitting there talking and the next thing we knew, we had a couple of cute girls at our table. We sat there for about half an hour before they finally left. Thank god.
Although the weather was still a little cool, he was wearing a tank top and shorts. He looked so fucking tall. Grab a ruler and check if you think I'm lying. There were miles and miles of his long legs on display. So much skin. How were his legs so shapely and toned? From all the running and lifting him and I do, I suppose. Everything about him turned me on. After all, I'm just a normal, hormone driven teen boy. The way excitement lights up his whole face, or those strong legs, and imagining them wrapped around me. He's just fucking hot, okay! I can barely take my eyes off of him sometimes.
"I thought they'd never leave," I said.
"Yeah, I hear you," Nythan said. "A good-looking guy like you should be happy. You can probably get any girl you want."
"You're not so bad yourself," I said. "You can get any girl you want as well."
"I know," he said, turning slightly red and turning his head away for a second.
God, this boy is so fucking cute, I thought. It's too bad he's not gay. I could really go for him. That sounds weird, I know, since we're best friends, but that's how I feel. I've had my suspicions a time or two about him, but there's no way he's gay.
I noticed he was staring at me as we sat there and talked. I looked at him and smiled.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"Can I ask you a question?" he said.
"You just did," I teased, "but sure, go ahead and ask."
"What's it like to be so good looking, and so muscular?"
"I'm not sure how to answer that," I said. I could feel myself turning a little red with embarrassment. I thought for a moment. "It's really cool, but I guess saying that makes me sound conceited, like I'm agreeing with you that I'm good looking and all that."
"Well, you can be a little conceited at times, Chase. And you are good looking. Why is that so hard to admit?"
"You're even better looking, and just as muscular," I told him. He blushed and ducked his head. "See. It's hard to take a compliment, isn't it? You are one of the cutest boys I've ever seen in my life, Nythan, so I think you should know what it's like to be good looking. I know I come across as conceited at times, but when you look like I do, I can't help myself." I kind of laughed.
He could hardly look at me. I don't think I'd ever seen him so shy before. It made him cuter than ever.
"I never thought of myself as cute," he said.
"Well, I don't really think of myself as cute. I just look the way I look is all. I mean, I know I'm good looking, but I never really thought of myself as especially cute, you know."
I know I'm hot, the hottest boy in school, but I'll never say anything like that to Nythan. He's nearly as hot as me, and god knows that's not easy.
"Yeah, I understand, but you are. Maybe it just takes someone else to see it. So, answer my question."
Damn, were we really saying all this stuff to each other? It was almost like we were trying to come out to each other, in a round about way. I have thought about it, but always held back for some reason. Maybe now is the time. We'll see what happens.
"Well, I guess It's cool, but it's kind of a pain too, looking like I do, that is. I have a lot of girls looking at me all the time, coming on to me, and I really don't like it. It puts pressure on me. I feel like everyone knows they are looking, and like, I'm expected to do something about it. And it tends to piss some of the other guys off, the ones that aren't so good looking as me. The thing is, I don't like girls. I mean, I'm not attracted to them, so having them think I'm good looking just causes problems."
I guess the question on whether to come out to Nythan has just been rendered academic. I just don't know what his reaction is going to be. He doesn't seem upset, so I guess that's a good sign. He seemed much more at ease about me being gay, although maybe he just hasn't really stopped to think about what I had just said. That makes me feel good about myself.
"I guess I can see that," he said.
We changed the subject and sat there for another ten minutes before finally leaving to go home. I dropped him off at his house and drove home. I quickly started my homework. I'm still trying to catch up with my school work since the school opened back up a month ago, after having limited class time because of covid-19. I wasn't really behind that much, but it's easy to blow it off when I'm not sitting in a classroom. Hopefully things will stay normal for another two months, until we let out for the summer, and then return for the fall at the end of August. By then I should be fully vaccinated.
The next day at school I noticed that Nythan kept looking at me, more than he normally did. I wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe he had finally figured out what I had said yesterday. If so, he didn't appear to be mad or anything. He had been all smiles when he had picked me up this morning and we still laughed and joked throughout the day. That made me feel good about everything.
Today was our first official day of baseball practice, starting at five o'clock. That still left time for our normal workout in the weight room.
We entered the locker room, along with five other guys. I looked around, as I always did, at the guys in various states of undress. I glanced over at Nythan as he stripped completely naked in front of me. We see each other naked almost every day, but I still admired his gorgeous body, and his cute butt as he put on his jock.
I noticed he was looking at me as well, but that wasn't unusual. All guys check each other out, whether they'll admit it or not. Just sizing up the competition I suppose, but they can't compete with me in that department. Not only do I have a hot body, but I have a six-inch cock, and I don't mind showing it off. Nythan is slightly bigger than me, but that's alright, and he has a very nice butt. But my ass is nice as well. I know because I've checked it out in the mirror.
Today he was wearing a dark blue and white wrestling singlet for some reason. We don't even have a wrestling team in this school, so where he got it, I don't know. All I know is that it is very form fitting and leaves nothing to the imagination, and really shows off that bubble butt, and his big cock, the biggest in school as far as I've observed, and believe me I look every chance I get. His cock is even bigger than mine, if you can believe that. I've always thought long legs, a flat chest, hard stomach and decidedly masculine hands were a turn on, and he had all that and more. I loved his body. I loved every masculine inch of him.
I was wearing a pair of baggy shorts that went down to my knees, from the University of Texas wrestling team. My older brother goes to Texas and plays football, so why he bought those, I'll never know. He's also gotten me a football jersey that I wear all the time. I threw on a tank top and we went out into the weight room and started our workout.
Half an hour later we were starting to sweat as we moved from machine to machine, and the various weight benches. I would stand over Nythan while he lifted and he would spot for me as well. I couldn't help but look up at his crotch as he stood there, right over my face practically, making it especially hard to concentrate. It was also making something else hard, as you might expect. If he noticed, he didn't say anything, but he seemed to be getting aroused as well, something that singlet only seemed to highlight. Maybe it was my imagination, but it was sure hot. Not that we haven't seen each other hard before. We've even jerked off a few times together, so it's no big deal.
When we finished with the current set, I pulled off my shirt and then he pulled the top of his singlet down to his waist. The two of us stood there looking at each other and smiling. He walked over and put his arm around my shoulder and looked at me.
Without thinking, I leaned over, drawing ever nearer to his delicate red lips. I'd dreamed of kissing those lips so often that I felt as if I was within a dream. I think I could have died happy if I could kiss him just once. I was head over heels in love with that boy and nothing in the world would ever change that. I leaned in, pressed my lips to his, and kissed him.
I jerked back; my eyes wide. I felt all the color drain from my face as I realized what I'd just done. A wave of remorse and self-hatred swept over me.
"Nythan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"
I didn't have time to finish. He grabbed my face with both hands, pulled me to him, and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. Not that I have ever kissed anyone before. When his lips parted from mine, I just stood there and stared at him, my mouth hanging open, stunned. I don't think there is anything he could've done that would've shocked me more.
"But why?" I asked, exasperated. I was thoroughly confused at this turn of events.
"We need to talk," he said.
"No shit," I said, smiling. The smile instantly faded from my lips, however. "Just one thing, Nythan. You're not messing with me, are you? Please don't mess with me. You have no idea how cruel that would be."
I felt like I was ready to cry. This was so sudden that it seemed unreal.
"No, Chase, I'm not messing with you."
I could feel my smile returning immediately, and he had a huge grin on his face as well.
"I don't understand what suddenly came over me," I told him. "I've wanted to kiss you for several months now, but I never thought I would have the balls to do something like that. I hope you don't mind."
"Did I act like I minded?" he asked. "I've fantasized about kissing you for the last year, but never knew how you might react, so I never said anything. I've kind of suspected that I was into boys, that I was gay, for quite a while now. Okay, I didn't suspect it, I knew it. I just didn't want to admit it, even to myself. But about a year ago, I finally came to terms with everything, and then I started fantasizing about other boys, especially you, Chase, when I jerked off at night."
"I was pretty much the same way," I said.
"Then when we were at the Hornet's Nest yesterday, you told me you didn't like girls. I didn't know if that was your way of coming out to me or if you were just talking. I thought about it overnight and I was ready to come out to you, but you sort of beat me to it. But thanks for the kiss."
"You're welcome," I said. "And thank you for kissing me back. We need to go somewhere more private and see what happens."
"I agree," he said. "Maybe after baseball practice, we can go to my house and make out or something."
"Or maybe more," I added.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. We'll see what happens. But right now, we need to go change and head to the baseball field. We don't want to be late on our first day of practice."
I narrowed my focus. The scent of freshly mowed grass, the bright sunshine and the chattering of the pitcher and catcher all meant nothing. They were mere distractions. Not that I could really concentrate after what had happened between Nythan and me less than an hour ago. Right now, though, nothing mattered but the ball. Keep your eye on the ball, Chase. Keep your eye on the ball. Taylor nodded at his brother crouched behind me, wound up, and threw the ball at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour. I swung and missed.
"Keep your eye on the ball, Chase!" yelled Coach Shelby.
I was already mouthing the words before they were out of his mouth. How many times had I heard them? A hundred? A thousand? A hundred thousand?
"You'll get the next one," yelled Nythan. I glanced at him on first base and gave him a weak grin.
Taylor was winding up for another pitch. The ball shot toward me. I swung and missed.
"You suck, Coffman!" yelled Travis, one of my teammates. His comment earned him a round of laughs from some of the other guys.
I tried to ignore him, but my cheeks turned red. I dropped the bat and headed back to the bench.
"Ignore him," said Tyler Brooks, the catcher. "You'll get it next time."
"Yeah," I said, without meaning it.
This whole practice I'd been in a slump, mainly because I had other things on my mind. Fortunately, this was only our first practice, but I knew if I didn't get it together, I wouldn't make the team. That's unheard of, Chase Coffman not making the baseball team. Not to brag, but I am normally the best player on the team. It might be a very short season for me if I didn't improve.
Maybe after Nythan and I talked some more and figured out what we were going to do now that we had come out to each other, then I could hopefully focus again on the game. Right now, I'm so horny I can't think of anything but going home and jerking off. Or even better, going home with Nythan and making out, or even more. My cock was so hard right now that I'm amazed that nobody has noticed. Or maybe they have and just haven't said anything. Who knows? I just know that I need some relief.
I sat on the bench and watched Derek take his turn at bat. Taylor pitched one of his eighty mile per hour fastballs, and Derek belted it right over the left fielder's head, for a home run. I could normally do that myself, but not today.
I leaned my head back against the concrete block wall behind me and closed my eyes. I drew in the scent of grass, mowed for the first time since the snows of winter. Ah, spring!
A shadow crossed the field and I looked out to see clouds beginning to roll in. It was as if my mood had summoned them. It suddenly seemed much later than it had moments before. I peered into the sky. Yes, it looked like a storm might be brewing. I sniffed. I could smell rain in the wind. That's to be expected in April and May, lot's of rain and other severe weather.
"Okay, men, laps," yelled Coach.
The team obediently began to run around the field. Coach was big on laps. He said it built stamina. I didn't mind running. I ran almost every morning before school. I could keep up and eventually pass most of the guys running. One thing I had to say about my team was that the guys were supportive. They knew how good I normally was and that I was just having an off day. That was a lot better than having someone saying I sucked, even if he was only teasing.
I finished my laps and made my way back to the locker room, eager to get out of my sweat soaked uniform and into the showers. I stripped off my uniform and stuffed it into my locker. I grabbed my shampoo and soap and joined the small knot of my teammates heading for the steaming communal shower area. I only half listened to the guy talk around me as I stepped under a shower head and turned it on. I often thought of it as my own private rain shower. I liked to stand and just let the water fall down upon me, like little massaging fingers.
I lathered my hair as Derek once again expressed his fond wish of getting a look in the girl's showers. It must have been the deepest desire of his heart. He mentioned it at least once every single day, usually in the showers, but sometimes in the locker room. Steam rose off the floor as he daydreamed out loud for all to hear.
If only these guys knew. Like Derek, I dreamed of being in the boy's shower and seeing all those hot, naked bodies. Unlike him, however, I got to live my fantasy almost every day, except I couldn't talk about it with anyone. Well, maybe I can talk about it with Nythan now. He probably has the same fantasies as I do. I glanced over at him and he grinned as he looked around. Yeah, just like I thought.
"Can you imagine it," said Derek, to anyone who would listen. "All those girls… wet and naked…"
He had a fairly attentive audience, which was probably part of the reason he liked to regale us with his unfulfilled fantasies.
"Conroy, are you going on about naked girls again?" asked Jay Flynn, smirking as he entered. "Hell, if I gave you a girl, you wouldn't know what to do with her. You don't have much to do anything with either," he said, looking down between Derek's legs.
His last comment wasn't quite true. Derek got a little… uh… excited when he talked about naked girls. A lot of the guys got excited when he described his fantasies, something I never failed to notice and appreciate. Anyway, he seemed adequately endowed to me, not as well as me, but adequate. I certainly wouldn't turn him down.
Derek just glared at him and turned his back, giving me a look at his butt. The boy also has a nice butt, the kind of butt I would love to run my hands over while I was getting ready to fuck him. I glanced around and saw a lot of the other guys had butts just as nice, some, such as Nythan, nicer. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that. And my face buried between his cheeks.
I eyed the Brooks twins as I was standing there. They stood so close together they were almost touching. I don't think I'd noticed how cute they really are before. Their faces were downright pretty and their bodies were sleek and firm. Their unruly black hair and brown eyes were really sexy, and they were very well hung as well. They really were identical.
I could feel the tingling in my nuts as I was getting aroused, so I quickly turned on the cold water to cool off. That did the trick, at least for now. I turned the hot water back on, finished soaping up and rinsed off, surrendering my shower head to Bobby, the only boy in school with a ponytail, which ran all the way down his back.
I looked around and saw Nythan rinsing off. His eyes locked onto mine, and we walked out together, water streaming off our hot bodies.
"Must be cold in there," said Allen, looking down at our cocks as he walked into the shower.
"Ha, ha! Funny," Nythan said, making a point to look down at Allen, as did I. "Like you've got any room to talk."
Allen was decent looking I suppose, I certainly wouldn't mind getting with him, but he was no Nythan. But then, like I've already said, Nythan is the second hottest boy in school. You already know who the hottest is, so I won't bother saying it again.
Derek followed behind us and continued talking about girls in the locker room. I quickly dried off, got dressed, avoiding as much of the guy talk as possible. That's the only thing I didn't like about the locker room and showers; all the talk about girls and pussy. I had absolutely no interest in that shit. Most of my teammates were, or at least sure acted like it. Girls were okay, and they could be very beautiful, but they did absolutely nothing for me otherwise. Some of them were dating girls and they went on and on about it, like it was the best thing in the world. And, of course, there is not a virgin to be found in the locker room, if you believe all the talk that is.
I thought about dating Nythan, if we decided to that is. It seems a little weird to possibly be dating my best friend, but that's something him and I will have to figure out together. Right now, I'd just be happy to suck his dick and have him do me, then see where things go from there.
"We need to talk," I said as soon as we exited the locker room.
"Yes, we do," he said, as we walked toward his car. "I also need some relief, if you know what I mean. Those guys always get me worked up, especially the twins."
"No doubt," I said, smiling. "There's nothing like a room full of naked teenage boys to get me going."
"Why don't we go to my house," he said. "My parents won't be home until later. Kynndrick may be there, but he's cool. He won't say anything, even if he figures out what we're up to. If you're interested, that is."
"Oh, I'm more than interested," I said. "I've been wanting to do something like this for a year now."
"As have I."
It started raining just as we pulled out of the parking lot. It was just a light rain so far, and I hoped it didn't pick up before we got to his house. A flash of lightening and a not-so-distant rumble of thunder threatened just that.
We grew quite for a couple of minutes.
"So, what are we going to do now?" he asked. "I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure if we should."
"I know exactly what you mean," I said. "I want to kiss and make out with you so bad I can hardly stand it. My dick is hard just thinking about it."
He reached over, placed his hand on my crotch and squeezed. That got an instant reaction out of me.
"Careful, Nythan, or I might cum right here in my pants."
He pulled his hand away. "Don't do that, Chase. I want to see it when it happens."
I reached over and squeezed his hard cock as well. The boy was no doubt ready for some action as well.
"Let's just go to your house, help each other relieve the pressure, then we can talk more calmly," I said. "I know a game we can play. We'll go up to your room and see who can get naked first. The best part? We both win!"
"That sounds like a lot of fun!"
I could feel the car speed up as he pushed on the gas. By now the rain pelted down harder and harder as the sky darkened enough to make it almost like night. It was difficult to see far ahead, like looking through a curtain of water. He pulled into the driveway and bolted for the front porch.
We had barely gotten the front door closed when he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. The two of us stood there just making out for several seconds before we made our way toward his bedroom, pulling each other's shirts off in the process. We entered his room, he closed and locked the door, an we continued to make out as we stood beside his bed. Before I knew it, I was mouth to mouth with the object of my deepest desires. A strong tongue was pushing past my lips, in the first such kiss I had ever experienced. A hand was massaging my crotch, seeking entry past my zipper. I was making out with not just any boy, but Nythan McKenzie. An explosion of that celestial scent surrounded and intoxicated me. My head reeled as if I were drunk.
At this point there is nothing he could have asked that I would not have done with him. Maybe I wasn't the most clear-headed rational thinker right now, when all the blood in my body rushed south and I had my hands on my super-hot, friend, hopefully soon to be boyfriend.
An arm crept around my waist and hugged me close. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. A sudden familiar fragrance filled my nostrils, spicy and fresh, one that I had smelled before, the unique scent that Nythan gave out when he was close to someone he cared for.
I leaned over and closed once more with him, and he enthusiastically returned the kiss. My cock was splitting my pants, and there was a similar response evident in his pants as well.
"Is this really happening?" he wondered out loud.
"It's like a dream come true," I said.
I reached out, quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his knees. He did the same with me and we stood there in just our boxers, feeling each other up as we continued to make out. It wasn't long before the perfectly predictable happened, first me, and then Nythan. My whole body shuddered as he rubbed my cock through my shorts and I shot my whole load, which then caused him to cum as well. I could feel it happening as I had my hand on him. It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced, made even better because it was caused by my best friend.
After we both had a chance to calm down, we looked at each other and smiled.
"We've been best friends for over ten years, Chase," he finally said. "I know we both want this, but should we. I don't want things to get weird between us."
"I agree," I said. "Let's take it slow. Maybe tonight we'll just jerk each other off. Tomorrow we can try oral, and then after that, maybe we can fuck. We can't get any more intimate than that."
"I like your plan, Chase, but I don't know if I can hold off for three days before we fuck each other."
"I know," I said. "Let's go take a shower. We can begin playing there. I'd like to stick to my three-day plan, but let's see how it goes."
It did not go as planned. In the shower, we soaped each other generously, and we were both happy to soap each other's cock, balls, and ass. Unable to restrain myself, I fell to my knees and started to suck his cock. At the same time, I inserted a finger in his ass, and when I met no resistance, I began to move it in and out.
By now, he was in a frenzy, and yelled out. "fuck me, Chase. Please fuck me."
He leaned his hands against the shower wall and stuck out his butt which I promptly buried my face in. I licked his ass for several minutes before I finally entered with my well soaped cock. Horniness and inexperience assured that I came quickly. This was, after all, my first time to ever have sex.
I begged him to reciprocate, and he was glad to do so. He didn't last any longer than I had, but I was still delighted. When we were finished, and dried off, I said I wanted to sleep with him. He welcomed me into his bed. We wrapped our arms around each other, and began to play once more. After just a few minutes, he screamed that he was cumming again. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop and prevented a mess. I came for a third time shortly after that.
"So much for your three-day plan," he laughed.
After our coupling, he dozed off. I went up on my elbow to look down on my boyfriend. He slept innocently on his back, his shapely cock still thick and draped across his lower belly. There was a half-smile round his lips.
I took him around the waist and pushed against him. He turned on his side. I quickly drifted off, snuggled against his smooth, warm back and soft buttocks, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
We woke up the next morning, ready for another session, but held off. Nythan's parents were home, and his brother was right next door and we didn't want to get busted.
While his parents were okay with him being gay, as was his brother Kynndrick, or so he had told me last night, they didn't know that we were boyfriends. Were we boyfriends? I don't know how to answer that. It's true that while we had fucked each other yesterday afternoon, and slept together last night, I still didn't know if we were going to be dating, just be occasional fuck buddies or what. If we hadn't been best friends for over ten years it would have been a lot less complicated.
We had set out to talk about all that, but other things had interfered, mainly our horny bodies and hard cocks. Maybe now that things had calmed down, at least a little, we could figure everything out.
I woke up with my usual morning wood, as did Nythan. For the first time in my teenage life, I was not alone in bed; a sweet little face was in repose next to my own. I stared mesmerized by the beauty of Nythan's features and his flawless skin. I could see his pearly teeth through his pink lips as he slept in my arms. His slim figure was surrounded by my embrace and he looked heartbreakingly vulnerable. He had given himself to me entirely, and I had given myself to him. I lay there blissfully for quite a while before I caressed his butt and reached between his thighs. He stirred, squawked and looked wildly around as his testicles were gripped and fondled, before he fully awoke and realized it was me. We played for a few more minutes before I slipped on my boxers and made my way out of his room toward the bathroom for my morning piss.
Just as I reached the bathroom, the door opened and Kynndrick walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist, looking hot as always. He had just turned eighteen and was all set to graduate at the end of May.
Nythan had one more brother, Braylin, who was a sophomore at the University of Oklahoma in Norman Oklahoma, playing football for the Oklahoma Sooners.
See what I mean by the weird spelling of all the McKenzie boys names. I actually think they're kind of cool myself, definitely something that sets them apart.
I looked Kynndrick up and down as he emerged. He has a very nice body and he's very cute, just an older version of his brother. He doesn't know that I'm gay, but I expect that will change soon.
That's another thing Nythan and me need to talk about, whether to come out at school. It's not that big a deal anymore, at least here in Chouteau High. There have been several gay boys come out in the last few years, including a number of football players. Logan and Jayden come to mind, as well as Jared and Blake. There have been a few others, but most of them have graduated and moved on.
Coach Barrett, the football coach, had come out as well several years ago, after one of his players had killed himself. That's what I heard anyway, but I don't know for sure. That's ancient history anyway.
Then there's Tyler and Taylor, the Brooks identical twins. God what a couple of hot ones they are. They were inseparable, and it was rumored they had an incestuous relationship going on. Of course, the rumors were always flying at school, and most of them were bullshit, like the one about Ms. Kendall, my English teacher having an affair with Mr. Douglas, the math teacher. Twins have kind of been a fantasy of mine ever since I figured out I was gay, and those two would definitely fulfill that fantasy. If only it were true!
"What are you doing here, Chase?" he asked.
"I spent the night with your brother," I said. "I've got to start getting ready for school."
"I know," he grinned. "You two made enough noise last night. You two aren't…"
"Aren't what?" I said.
"You know… he started to say. "Never mind. You guys have fun. I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes."
Damn, does he suspect that Nythan and I had sex last night? That would be kind of weird if he knows, but he's bound to figure it out at some point. We're going to have to tell him eventually.
I got into the bathroom, took care of business, and then took a quick shower, before returning to Nythan's room, where he was just rolling out of bed.
He looked at me, smiled, and said, "good morning, Chase. Did you sleep okay last night?"
"It was kind of hard to sleep, knowing that the second hottest boy in school was lying naked next to me," I answered, grinning.
"I know," he said. "Wait a minute. Second hottest? Who's the hottest boy in school, as if I don't know already."
"Me of course, silly," I said, breaking out in laughter. "You know that already."
"So you say," he laughed. "But, whatever. You are hot, Chase, but…"
We both laughed at that.
"I ran into Kynndrick as I was going to the bathroom. We're going to have to let him in on our secret. He's already wondering."
"Why?" he asked. "You stay here all the time and I stay at your house as well. We have since we were kids."
"But he didn't know you were gay back then, and now he does. His room is right next door and he thought he heard us last night. I'm not saying he knows for sure, but he's bound to figure it out sooner or later, as are your parents."
"I know, I know. We need to decide what we're going to do, and soon. I'm inclined to give dating a shot. If things start getting too weird, we can always break it off, but we should at least see what happens."
"I was hoping you would say that," I said. "I agree. Let's try and see what happens. If things don't work, we'll still be best friends."
"Okay," he said. "Then will you go out with me on a date this Friday night. I want to see Godzilla vs Kong , and it starts this weekend."
"Oh, I definitely want to see that one," I said. "It's a date."
"Now, what about school?" he asked.
"What about it?" he asked.
"Do we come out at school, or just keep it quiet?"
"Oh, that," I said. "I think we just act normal, maybe hold hands or even occasionally kiss, but we don't need to make a big announcement or anything like that. Everyone will figure it out soon enough."
"Sounds like a plan. And speaking of school, I guess I better go get a shower and get dressed. We have less than an hour before it starts."
With that, he jumped out of bed, still sporting morning wood. I was tempted to help him take care of it, but I didn't. He just opened the door, completely butt ass naked, and walked toward the bathroom. He returned about fifteen minutes later, nice and fresh.
He finished getting dressed and the two of us walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. His mom and dad were there, getting ready for work. They seemed surprised to see me, but said nothing. The two of us quickly ate a bowl of cereal and headed out.
We arrived at school ten minutes later, ready for another long, boring day. At least things were somewhat normal, at least the new normal for school. We were still required to wear masks, although that was slowly being phased out, and wasn't strictly enforced like it had been in the beginning. In another week, Nythan and I will be able to receive the covid shot. Finally! Mom and dad had theirs back in March, and it's finally been approved for anyone age sixteen and older. I don't particularly like getting shots, but I'm eager to get this one, so I can hopefully quit wearing this stupid mask all the time. Some people don't want to get the vaccine, but I think they're idiots. But they're quick enough to bitch and moan about all the restrictions. Whatever!
School was too easy most of the time. I guess it would've been worse if I had trouble keeping up, but I was a bit bored. You see, not only am I the best-looking boy in school, I'm also one of the smartest. Notice I didn't say the smartest. I know my limitations and there were other kids who are smarter than me. Not that I'll ever admit that to anyone. I've got my reputation to think of after all.
I wished we could spend less time in classes listening to teachers drone on and on. It would've been cool if we had two hours instead of one for lunch, and half an hour between classes instead of five minutes. There was never enough time for me to talk with my friends during the day, and my after-school hours were mostly taken up with working out, baseball practice, and homework. Now that it was finally getting warmer, I'd have to start mowing the grass at home, but I usually did that on weekends. I didn't really mind doing that, except when it was especially hot or humid, but it was something I had to do.
I sat with my friends at lunch, at the so-called jock table. All the athletes sat at this table, except for the few who had girlfriends. They usually sat at a different table so they could talk and occasionally kiss. I wish I could do that with Nythan, but we're not out yet. But, if the opportunity presents itself, we intend to come out. Little did either of us know, but the opportunity arose just a few minutes later.
"Are you going to the dance Friday night?" asked Alicia from her place several seats down the table.
Alicia was one of the girls who regularly sat near the jock table. Other girls sat nearby as well, and then there were some that sat off in groups all to themselves. What may look like random order in the lunchroom was actually carefully defined territories based largely on popularity and social hierarchy. If someone switched tables, everyone took notice because it meant a shift in power and popularity, or maybe that some couple had broken up. If I was to try and sit at the nerd table, it would be like an illegal alien trying to enter the U.S. Sorry, I guess I should have said an undocumented worker or some shit like that. I would probably be accepted, but I wouldn't belong and they'd be suspicious of my motives. One did not mess with the seating without reason.
"Dance? I asked, realizing I'd been sitting there lost in my own thoughts for far too long.
"You know, the dance. It's not a difficult concept to grasp, now is it, Chase."
This will be the first dance in a year, ever since all the covid restrictions took over our lives. Hopefully nothing will interfere with it now. I suppose we'll probably be expected to wear a mask, but maybe not. The restrictions are slowly being eased after all, and this should not be an exception.
"Oh yeah, okay," I said. "Yeah, I guess I'll go."
"You guess?"
"Uh, yeah." The truth was, I hadn't though about the dance at all. Things like that didn't stick in my mind. I wondered if Nythan might be interested in going with me? I glanced over at him and he just smiled and nodded his head. I wondered if that meant he was interested.
"Boys," she said, as if that explained everything.
I wondered why she brought it up. Did she want me to ask her out? The thought made me nervous. She turned to another girl at the table, Suzie, and started chatting about her elaborate plans. She was obviously putting way too much time and thought into it. I looked around at the other guys at the table. Tommy shrugged and Taylor and Tyler looked at each other and then back at me, confused. I guess obsessing over a dance was a girl thing.
The rest of the school day was rather uneventful, so I'll skip to when Nythan and I were in the locker room, getting ready for our workout.
"Are you interested in going to the dance this Friday?" I asked as soon as we were alone.
"I was hoping you would ask," he replied. "I would love to go with you, Chase. Maybe this can be our way of coming out to the school, and our friends."
"I hadn't thought of that, but that's a good idea," I said.
We continued talking as we got undressed and put on our workout clothes. God, he looked so hot standing there naked, and just as hot when he put on his jockstrap. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I restrained myself. There were other guys in the locker room as well, and this wasn't the place, at least right now. I wondered if I could somehow gain entrance later after everyone was gone. I'd love to make love with Nythan in the locker room, or in the weight room. That's been a fantasy of mine for quite a while now, ever since I figured out that I'm gay.
"Nice ass," he said, after I had put on my jockstrap. "You should wear that sometime when we're making love. You can also wear your baseball uniform, or your football uniform this fall."
"I will if you will," I said. "I was just thinking the same thing and wondering if we could sneak into the locker room some evening."
"Oh, my god, that would be so hot," he said. "I glanced down at his crotch and noticed he had a hardon inside his jock, which caused me to spring one as well. "We'll figure out something, Chase, but right now we need to stop talking about this and get out to the weight room. I'd hate for someone to see me in this condition. Except for you of course."
We finished dressing and headed out. Today, Nythan was wearing a pair of green and white shorts, the school colors, as well as a tank top that said ' Chouteau Green Hornets' , along with a picture of a hornet.
It was hard for me to concentrate on lifting, especially when he stood over me as I lifted. Just knowing that it was all mine pretty much anytime I wanted was a complete turn on. I noticed he seemed to be having the same problem. Hopefully today I'll do better at practice. I should be able to since I've already gotten with Nythan, and will probably do so again later tonight.
About an hour later, we ended our workout and headed back to the locker room. We didn't bother to shower since we were going to be all sweaty at baseball practice anyway. We quickly stripped off our workout clothes and put on our baseball practice uniforms, then drove out to the baseball field, about a mile from the school, on the west side of town.
There are actually two baseball fields, one just a regular ball field, and the other that is part of the football field. We usually practice on the larger field and play our actual games in the regular park, and do our running around the baseball and football fields. One lap around both is probably a half a mile, or close to it anyway.
I did quite a bit better today, even hitting what would have been a home run on the other field, but this one doesn't have a fence around the outfield, so it's very difficult, but not impossible to hit a homer.
My position is centerfield, and I was able to catch every fly ball that came my way. Nythan plays first base and he almost never has any problem in that position.
Friday night found me standing along the east wall of the gym, dressed up more than was comfortable. I went to most dances in the past, but this was the first one in a year, due to covid restrictions. I have always danced with girls in the past, and I would probably do so tonight, but I intended to dance mostly with Nythan. This would certainly catch all our friends and classmates off guard, although there were other gay couples who would likely be attending as well. There was just something about the music and the whole atmosphere of a dance I enjoyed. I enjoyed dancing, but I also enjoyed just drinking punch and seeing my friends and teammates in a different environment.
My heart just about stopped when I spotted Nythan. He had on a nice white dress shirt and black slacks. He looked so different he seemed like an entirely new boy. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was breathtaking; that's the only way to describe how he looked.
He looked around and saw me waiting for him. He began making his way over to me, stopping and just looking me up and down.
"Jesus, Chase, you're looking hot as hell dressed up like that," he said. "Would you care to dance?"
"I would love to dance," I told him as he took my hand and led me out to the center of the gym, just as the band was beginning to play a slow song."
I could see, as well as feel, the other students staring a both of us as we started dancing together. I could sense a few of the guys weren't too thrilled, but the majority just looked at us and smiled, including Jared and Logan, one of the other gay couples, and friends of ours. They just looked at us and gave a thumb's up. Several of the girls didn't look exactly thrilled, but not because they were anti-gay, but because they realized that Nythan and I were no longer available.
I was friends with most of the girls in school, as was Nythan, and I have even gone out with a few of them in the past. Hell, to hear the rumors, you would think I have fucked every girl in school, which is far from the truth. Until just recently, I had just kind of played along, but the truth is, until earlier this week, I had been a total virgin. Not anymore, thanks to Nythan. As the best-looking boy in school everyone just assumed that I could get any girl I wanted, and they're right, I can. I've had opportunities, but always managed to come up with a reason why I couldn't.
I noticed Taylor and Tyler dancing with their girls. I wasn't the only one who thought there was something going on between them. They were really close and always together. Maybe that's just because they're twins. They were well liked jocks and no one dared repeat the rumors to their faces, but I'd heard talk, stuff like them sleeping naked together and taking turns fucking each other. Nythan had mentioned this as well. It all sounded pretty hot to me, but I would never say anything to them, obviously.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. He nuzzled up against my neck as we danced and told me how kind and thoughtful, I was. After a few minutes, I started to have some fun dancing to the music. It was almost as if the music and I were one and the same; I felt like I was inside it, or it was inside of me, that I was a part of it, or it was a part of me.
I loved the feel of my own body as I danced in rhythm with the music. I'd always felt the most in touch with myself when I was doing something physical. It was as if my mind needed my body to think, like I felt and thought with my muscles. When I walked, my thoughts followed a path, just like my feet. When I ran, my thoughts raced along with me. Now I was dancing with Nythan, my mind intermixed with the world around me.
Him and me moved around the dance floor, now fast, now slow. We were surrounded by friends and classmates, as if my whole world were in the gym. I guess it was my whole world, at least for now. I looked around me and took it all in at a glance. My world hadn't looked so beautiful in quite a long time.
I kept gazing at Nythan, thinking how wonderful he was, and how lucky I was that he was my boyfriend. I'd dreamed of having someone to love, and someone to love me in return. Now I'd been granted that, and more. I couldn't believe my good luck.
The air was filled with the rhythm of the music and something more. The dancers created a special aura. It's hard to describe, but there seemed something… I don't know, almost magical about the night.
Nythan pushed his hair out of his eyes and caught me looking at him. He smiled at me. In that brief look, I could read his thoughts; he was having fun dancing with me. Our thoughts were one. We continued to dance together, holding each other close, surrounded by our friends and classmates.
I gazed at him with love in my eyes, and read the same in his in return. Him and I were all that we could have wished for. He was my wish come true.
He put his head on my shoulder. I held him as if protecting him. The song ended and the next one was wild and fast. The whole mood of the room changed from dreamy to out of control. I think I liked the wildness even better; it let me clear my head and just be physical. He and I went crazy, our legs and arms flailing in rhythm with the beat. I found myself laughing out loud, and he was giggling at how crazy I was acting. It was so much fun! As much as I loved it, I'd hardly ever danced before. I realized what I'd been missing.
By the end of the song, I was nearly out of breath. Nythan and I relinquished the floor to our tireless classmates. He led me over to the refreshment table, where we each grabbed a soda. The two of us talked and caught our breath. I could feel eyes peering at us. There were a few looking on with disapproval, glaring with anger, but most of the other students looked at us with approval, even smiling, including all of our friends.
Soon, it was back to the dance floor. We could talk anytime, but dances weren't so common. The dance was a slow one. I held Nythan close as we danced and talked. By the end of the night my feet were tired. I felt like I'd been running a marathon. Why was it that dancing wore me out more than running? No matter, it was great fun in any case. I hadn't had such a good time in I don't know how long. Nythan really enjoyed himself, too, and I was very pleased about that. I wanted to make sure that he always had a good time when he was with me.
Pressed against him and surrounded by the others, I smiled in the darkness. We have each other, I thought. And we have our friends. That's all that really matters.
Just then, Nythan leaned down and kissed me, in front of everyone. We made out briefly, for about ten seconds, before breaking it off. This school may be very tolerant of it's gay students, but public displays of affection were a big no, no, for everyone, gay or straight. Nonetheless, everyone clapped and cheered as we kissed, and then he led me off the dance floor. What a perfect way to end a perfect evening.
Nythan and I were the talk of the school when we returned on Monday. Hardly unexpected since there were a few other gay couples in our school as well. But we had definitely caught everyone off guard at the dance last Friday.
Kurt, one of our friends came up to us first thing, shaking his head, but smiling.
"When did you guys become gay?" he asked.
I knew he didn't mean anything bad when he asked, so I didn't get all upset.
"We've been gay our whole lives," Nythan said. "We were born this way. But we just found out the other one of us is gay last week."
"Yeah, we've been dating for about a week now," I said.
"Cool," Kurt said, grinning. "So, have you guys…"
I knew exactly where he was going with this, so I just said, "you mean, have we been fucking? Of course, we have, Kurt. We're guys after all, and every guy wants to do that."
"Tell me about it," said Kurt. "At least you guys are getting it. All I've got is my right hand. But you didn't hear that from me."
I looked at Nythan and grinned. I can't believe that Kurt is telling us this. If you believed all the bullshit coming from the locker room, all my friends were getting pussy on a regular basis. The truth is, just like Kurt, most of them are still virgins. Hell, I was until just last week, but you would never have known from the way I talked shit. Nythan was the same way. But we were virgins no more. We had cured each other of that horrible affliction on our first night with each other.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with us," Nythan said.
We continued walking to our lockers and were greeted by several of our friends along the way. It was great, getting to hold his hand at school and not have to hide. Most of them just looked at us and grinned, and a few gave us a thumbs up as well. We received a few glares, but nothing major. This school and this town are fairly tolerant for a small town in rural southeast Kansas, but it hasn't always been this way. It took a couple of suicides and even a murder several years ago to wake people up, and we still have the occasional problem, especially from this one church here in town.
"I always knew you guys were fags, McKenzie," said Tommy Egler, a senior and resident asshole, one of the few guys in school that might give us problems.
"And I always knew you were an asshole, Egler," said Nythan. "You're just jealous because I've got a hot boyfriend, and you've got… wait a second, Vicky dumped your dumb ass, didn't she? What happened, you couldn't get it up."
By now, a small crowd had gathered. Some of them were no doubt expecting a fight, but I knew better than to start anything. Me and Nythan could and would defend ourselves if attacked, but we wouldn't start it.
"I ought to…" started Tommy, but I cut him off.
"What you ought to do is shut the fuck up, Egler," I said. "Or are you to stupid to know that I'll kick your ass right here in front of everyone if you keep talking shit."
His face turned red and he opened his mouth to say something, before realizing he couldn't win. He finally just glared at us, turned and pushed his way through the group of students that had gathered. Everyone just laughter at him as he departed.
We didn't have any more problems after that, but things could change. We had to be prepared.
The rest of the morning was rather uneventful, so I'll just skip forward to lunch time. Nythan and I entered the lunch room, grabbed our trays and sat at our usual table. I looked around, not sure what to expect, but if this morning is any indication, then everything will be fine.
Several of the girls just looked at us and sighed, no doubt disappointed that they would not be able to date us.
Kathleen no doubt spoke for most of the girls when she said, "so you two are gay, huh? It just figures, two of the hottest boys in school are not available. Are you sure you don't like girls, Nythan, even a little bit?"
"I'm sure, Kathleen," Nythan said, looking at her and smiling. "But if I did, I could sure go for you."
"We could give it a try," she suggested. "Maybe I can make it where you like girls."
"I don't think so," he said, "but thanks for the offer."
"I had to try," she said. "You two are so cute together."
"Thanks," we both said.
"What about you, Chase?" asked Alicia.
"Sorry, Alicia," I said. "I really like you, but there can never be anything between us. I like boys, specifically Nythan."
"Oh, well, it was worth a shot," she said, glancing around the table. Several of the other girls just nodded their heads in agreement.
While all this conversation was going on, I noticed the twins kept looking at Nythan and me, then whispering to each other, before looking at us again.
I was drawn to the twins like a moth to the flame. Tyler's eyes met mine now and then, like a silent invitation. It was an invitation that I would have gladly taken. Tyler and Taylor were so cute, and they were twins! Who could resist that? I would as long as I was with Nythan, even though it wouldn't be easy. There was no reason to even think about it. Besides, there's no fucking way they wanted me. It was just my overactive imagination. A boy can't help but fantasize.
We left the lunch room, to go to our next class. Nythan inserted a hand in my back jeans pocket as we strolled down the hallway, making no pretense of doing anything other than touching me. When we reached our lockers, he pushed me up against them and meshed groins with me.
With my face close to his, I complained, "you're getting into this."
He grinned. "You're seriously cute, Chase. Sorry, but no one said I couldn't enjoy myself when I'm with you… and you got a boner, too."
For the next two minutes, I endured his over powering deodorant, mouth wrestling and intrusive hands. I took him around the waist and pushed my hand down the front of his pants without any preliminary. I felt around inside, and whispered, "damn, I love your big fucking cock!"
Eventually a hooting group of students convinced us that we'd better move on. Hand in hand, the two of us turned and walked toward our next class.
The rest of the day was uneventful, even boring you might say. We still got the occasional comment, but even that was slowly fading into the background. Students coming out as gay was not something new at our school, so everyone just stopped mentioning it. By the end of the week, it will likely have been completely forgotten. Something else would come along to take the spotlight off Nythan and me.
Nythan and I entered the locker room, ready to start our daily workout. The other guys noticed us, and I even checked them out, but nothing was said, other than the usual conversations. None of them seemed to care that two gay boys were checking them out, although we both tried to be subtle about it. I wasn't going to openly stare and make the others uncomfortable.
I was able to concentrate easier on lifting today. After what had happened last week, nothing could bother me. I still wanted to look up Nythan's shorts and even bury my face in his crotch when he spotted for me, but just knowing that I actually could later tonight made it easier to concentrate. I still want to get him alone in the locker room sometime, but I haven't quite figured out how.
We spent an hour on the various machines, the free weights and all the other equipment, before it was time to head to the baseball field, about a mile from the school, on the west edge of town. We didn't bother to shower, just changed into our practice uniforms and drove toward the field.
I've finally been able to shut out the thoughts about Nythan during baseball practice, for the most part anyway. For those few moments from when I stepped up to the plate, until I swung and hit the ball, my mind was clear of everything else but baseball. I was improving daily during practice. At this rate I knew I'd be back into form in no time at all.
I watched Nythan as he stepped up to bat. He was cool and calm, eying Taylor as he wound up for his pitch. He smacked the ball and it went sailing into the outfield. The fact that it was caught and he was out didn't matter. If we were on the other field, it would have been a home run. Nythan had talent when it came to playing baseball.
I sat on the bench waiting my turn. I looked down at the line of boys beside me, all looking so handsome and fit in their practice uniforms. Baseball definitely had the coolest uniforms, even better than football. I didn't care for the basketball uniforms at all, they were just plain dull. Baseball uniforms were kind of sexy. They didn't reveal much at all in the front, but they were tight enough to show off some cute butts. Most of the guys looked so hot in them.
Before I knew it, practice was over and it was time to do our laps. As usual, I enjoyed running and soon passed everyone. Nythan kept up with me as we ran three laps around the baseball and football fields, which is roughly a mile.
I showered after practice, fighting my losing battle with desire. I wanted to just stand and stare at the naked bodies of my teammates in the showers, drinking in their beauty as the hot water pounded down upon them. Everyone knew I was gay and therefore had to know that I was looking, but I didn't want to make them uncomfortable. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the floor or walls, but I still caught glimpses of various body parts, all of which tormented me with desire. The only one I could openly stare at was Nythan, who was standing right next to me. Jesus, I'd love to go down on him right now, and I wouldn't even care if all the other guys watched or not. Hell, I'd probably go down on the other guys as well, given the opportunity. Does that make me a slut or a pervert? Probably, but I can't help myself.
Derek picked just that moment to walk over and strike up a conversation with Nythan and me. Talk about bad timing. He was standing right in front of me, not two feet away, naked and wet. I fought to keep my eyes from dipping below his shoulders, but it wasn't easy. Derek wasn't as well built as me, but he had a nice body for his age. He was lean and firm, had nice biceps, and his chest swelled with a touch of muscle.
I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down. I tried to halt my premediated attempt to get a good look at his cock, but I couldn't help myself. My eyes descended down his smooth chest, drinking in the view of his small, brown nipples. My gaze slid over his firm abdomen, right down to his dick. My mind frantically snapped mental images, even as my hand passed through my hair, and I looked back up at him. He just looked at me knowingly and smiled. The whole operation had lasted only a second or two. I realized I was beginning to stiffen so I reached over and turned on the cold water for about five seconds.
I glanced over at Nythan and he just smiled as he looked down at Derek. Yeah, he was thinking the same thing I was. Derek had to know what we were thinking, but he didn't seem to care. He continued talking for another few seconds before turning and walking out of the shower. Nythan and I both looked at his ass as he departed. Nice ass, I mouthed to Nythan and he just grinned and nodded his head.
I looked over and saw the Brooks' twins. They stood so close together they were nearly touching. I don't think I'd noticed how cute they really are before. I've always known they were nice looking, but seeing them standing there naked, side by side, I realized they really are identical. Their faces were downright pretty, and their bodies were well muscled, sleek and firm. I found myself getting excited again, so I quickly looked away. I had to control myself in the locker room. I quickly turned off the water and walked back toward my locker to dry off and get dressed. Nythan quickly followed me.
There didn't seem any safe place to rest my eyes. Tommy was changing straight across from me, bending over to dig into his locker, his bare ass poked in my direction. He may be an asshole, but he still has a nice ass and a nice body. I moved my eyes to the left so as not to stare, but my gaze fell right on Sam's crotch. Jesus! Was a fifteen-year-old boy supposed to be that big? He appeared to be at least as big as me, maybe even bigger. You'll never get me to admit that to anyone, however. I thought Nythan was the only boy bigger than me, but maybe not. Well, there is Jayden, but that boy is kind of a freak anyway. Cute, but very gay. I'm friends with him and Logan and I wouldn't turn the boy down, but he's just a little too sissy for my taste.
I quickly turned my eyes away, and they went straight back to the twins, both of whom were still naked. My gaze dropped down momentarily. I forced my eyes back up and they met Tyler's. He gave me a slight but knowing grin. He knew I'd just checked him and his brother out. Why had he smiled at me when he knew I'd been checking them out? Were the rumors about him and Taylor true? The thought excited me. Images of them kissing each other flooded my mind. I needed to get dressed and get out of here.
Just as I was leaving, Tyler whispered something to his brother, and they both gazed at me and grinned. They were on to me. Nythan noticed them looking as well as we left the locker room and walked toward my car.
Derek caught up to us just then. He looked at us with a big grin on his face.
"I know you guys were checking me out in there," he said. "I just want you to know, that's alright. I know I'm nice looking and have a hot body. I don't mind showing it off."
"Damn, you sound as bad as Chase," Nythan said. "I didn't think anyone could be as conceited as him."
"Thanks a lot," I said. "But I am hotter than you, Derek. You know that, right?"
The three of us laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Derek. "But you guys are out of luck. I like girls. It must be a fantasy come true for gay boys to be surrounded by other naked boys. I know you've heard me say it a hundred times, but I'd give anything to be in the girls locker room."
"It doesn't suck," Nythan said. "But it can be difficult at times, keeping things under control in there."
"I'm sure," Derek said.
"So, would you ever even consider being with another guy?" I asked.
"Never say never, but I can't see myself ever having sex with another guy. It's just not my thing," Derek said.
"You don't have to have sex with him," I said. "A blow job is not sex."
"True," Derek said. "I might be persuaded to allow some guy to suck my dick, but I could never return the favor. Why, you guys interested in something like that?"
I looked over at Nythan and he just shrugged his shoulders. Him and I have only been together for two weeks and something like this has never came up before.
"Chase and I would have to talk about it," Nythan said, "but I wouldn't necessarily be opposed to something like that."
Yes indeed, we will discuss this, I thought. If he's willing than I'm certainly willing as well. I'd also like to find a third partner for just the fucking. Maybe even one of both of the twins.
We changed the subject and talked for about ten more minutes before we got into the car and drove to my house. We were both so horny right now that I think you know what we're going to do. First, we'll do our homework and then watch a little TV or maybe play some video games, before he has to go home. Yeah right! I know you don't believe that shit any more than I do.
The next two weeks were rather uneventful. It was school, so what do you expect? I spent most of it with Nythan, and of course baseball practice. Our first actual game against the Welch Wildcats was coming up later this week, and I was ready for it. I don't know if I could've tolerated school if it wasn't for baseball in the spring and then football in the fall. Sometimes, looking forward to practice or a game was the only thing that got me through my day. Otherwise, I would have likely keeled over from sheer boredom.
I did like some things about school. I loved to read, so English was cool sometimes. I had lots of friends at school, too, although they were mostly guys from the team. I did have a few friends who weren't jocks, but not many. By now, Nythan's and my coming out was old news. We had made friends with Jayden and Jared, two of the nerds who were dating our teammates. Jayden is so gay that a blind man can see it. He fits all the stereotypes about gays, but him and Logan seem to be happy. I know I mentioned it earlier, but Jayden must have a seven-inch cock. Bigger than mine, I'm sorry to say. As big as Nythan's. And he's not exactly a big guy, slightly shorter than me and probably twenty pounds lighter.
And then there's Jared and Blake, another cute couple. They've been going together for about a year now, I think. Blake is not on the baseball team with me, but he plays football, and Jared is kind of a nerd as well, but they have made it work.
Finally, Friday arrived, the day of our first official game. We were playing against the Welch Wildcats , from nearby Welch Oklahoma, about twelve miles south of here. Their team was said to be unstoppable, but I didn't think they would be all that tough. Their school is even smaller than ours, so how many good players could they possibly have on their team?
Since we were the visitors, we were up to bat at the top of the first inning. I sat in the dugout, waiting for my turn. Derek led off the game for us with a single, and two more singles by Nythan and Taylor loaded the bases. Tyler brought them all home with a grand slam and we jumped out front of the Wildcats , 4-0.
Finally, I was up at bat. We only had one out and the bases were loaded again. I stepped up to the plate. The Wildcats pitcher, a tall athletic looking boy with coal black hair, sneered at me. Damn, he was kind of cute. He wound up and pitched. I swung and…
"Strike one!"
I stepped back from the plate, swung my bat back and forth, then took up my stance again and faced the pitcher's mound. The Wildcats hurler fired a fastball by me at about ninety miles an hour, it seemed, although I knew he couldn't be throwing it that hard.
"Strike two!"
I stepped back up to the plate, concentrating on the ball. It came hurtling toward me again.
"Ball!"
"Good eye, Chase," yelled Nythan from the dugout.
I flashed him a quick grin and then turned my attention back to the pitcher. I could hear the small crowd chatting, some of them trying to distract the pitcher, some trying to distract me, and some just talking. I did my best to tune them out.
"Strike three! You're out!"
Fuck! It happened almost before I knew it. I'd swung and missed at a curve ball that broke out of the strike zone. The worst part is that it was so obviously a ball. I'd let a case of nerves get to me. Well, at least I hadn't swung at the first ball. That was something. Still, it was pretty embarrassing for me, Chase Coffman, to strike out. Not a very good way to start my first game of the season.
I looked at Nythan as I made my way back to the dugout. He smiled at me. Suddenly, baseball didn't even matter.
Fortunately, the rest of the game went a lot better for me. I robbed one of the Wildcats players of a potential home run when the ball headed for the centerfield fence. I was able to jump up just high enough to catch it before it cleared the fence. I quickly threw the ball to second base, thereby stopping the runner from rounding third base and scoring. Tommy was able to tag him out as he scrambled to get back to second.
Anywhere else, multitasking was a struggle. Here on the baseball field, I could focus on the game, pay attention to any runners, ready to throw the ball anywhere needed. The game was my whole focus.
Except for my cute, distracting boyfriend on first base.
The next batter managed to get a base hit. With the count 1-2, I knew that Taylor, our pitcher could strike out the batter that was up now. The guy on first base took too much liberty for the lead off. Without warning, Taylor threw to first. He wasn't out but it was only a warning. He wasn't as bold now, staying closer to the base. Good. Taylor pitched the ball and the batter hit a fly ball to left field. Tanner caught it and threw it to Nythan on first, and he tagged the runner out, for a double play.
My next time at bat I did a lot better. By now we were well ahead. So much for the Wildcats being unstoppable.
"Come on, Chase, you can do it," yelled Nick.
Nythan was on second base and Taylor was on first as I stepped up to the plate.
"Strike one!"
"Come on, Chase, keep your eye on the ball," yelled Derek.
Tyler was on deck. He came up behind me for a second, rubbed my shoulders, and said, "you can do it, Chase."
I readied myself as the pitcher wound up. The ball hurtled toward me. I swung and there was a whack. The ball flew up and I bolted for first. The ball sailed toward the outfield, and I thought for a second that I might have hit a home run. It wasn't, but it flew between the right fielder and the center fielder, and hit the ground. I rounded first base and slid into second, just as the ball arrived.
"Safe!"
The good news is that I was safe at second, and had managed to drive two runs into home. We were now leading the other team, 8-3. I made a couple of more good catches and managed to hit another double and a single by the time the game ended. We ended up winning the game 12-5. Overall, I had a great first game of the season.
The locker room was noisy as we stripped out of our uniforms and headed for the showers. It was always like that when we won our game, especially when be won by a wide margin, like we had today.
As I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm, miniature cloudburst, I looked around at my teammates, especially Nythan. I can hardly wait till we're alone later this evening.
I lathered my hair with shampoo and ran soap over my body. All around me guys were doing the same. The sight had driven me crazy more times than I could count, but it was different now. I couldn't see the naked boys around me clearly, because I was thinking of Nythan. All the others had been reduced to mere scenery. Don't get me wrong, I still looked, but it was different now. I still had thoughts about what I wanted to do, but as him and me are together, I'll resist, even though it's not easy at times.
I rinsed off, grabbed my towel, and then dried off in the locker room. I dressed and departed, intending to wait for Nythan outside. I walked over and leaned against the side of my car.
Just then, the Brooks' twins pushed open the door and stepped outside. Taylor nudged Tyler when he saw me waiting, and they walked toward me. I'd grown used to them over the years, but my mind was always a bit rattled when my eyes set sight on the identical twins. It was like my brain thought something was wrong and I was seeing double.
"We were wondering," said Tyler, "if you'd like to spend some time with us?"
"We could go for ice cream or a burger or something," said Taylor.
"And then maybe go to our place," said Tyler.
The twins didn't finish each other's sentences, but it was almost as if two mouths were speaking the thoughts of one mind. I wondered in they weren't psychically linked or something.
"Um, yeah, why not?" I said. I'd never hung out with the twins, but they were cool guys. "When?"
"How about now?"
"I can't," I said. "I've already got plans. Me and Nythan are going to my house so we can… celebrate our win."
I nearly said fuck, but I caught myself in time.
"We meant both you and Nythan," Taylor said. "This evening would have been great. Our parents are going to be gone."
There was something in his tone of voice that immediately caught my attention. The way they were gazing at me was exciting. Their invitation was more than it seemed. I remembered the looks they had flashed me in the locker room, and I thought of the rumors about them. Suddenly my jeans grew tighter in the front and erotic images flooded my mind.
They both looked down at my crotch and then back up to my eyes. They had noticed that I was getting aroused. They just grinned.
My thoughts got away from me, and I gazed at them longer than I should have. They were both really cute, with black hair, soulful brown eyes and year-round tans. They had nice bodies, too, and were well hung, as I'd observed in the showers on multiple occasions, smooth, firm and nicely muscled.
I tore my eyes away from them, and when I looked back, they were gazing at me with understanding. I knew they were reading my thoughts. They both grinned at me again. Part of me wanted to go home with the twins. I knew I would do it if Nythan was willing.
Nythan came out of the locker room just then and walked toward us. He was wearing tight jeans and a short t-shirt in black and silver, which made him look so fucking hot. I suspected it was calculated to reveal his perfect little butt and generously proportioned genitalia. I also realized it was intended to excite me, and it was manifestly succeeding. The boy was clearly wearing no underwear. The twins noticed as well and they clearly liked what they were seeing.
"Like I said, we'd really like to get together with the two of you," said Tyler. "It'll just be the four of us. We don't bite."
"Unless you want us to," Taylor added, laughing slightly.
"What's this about?" asked Nythan.
"Tyler and Taylor asked if we'd like to get together with them tonight," I said. "They invited us over to their house. Taylor mentioned that their parents aren't going to be home."
That got an instant reaction from Nythan. The twins noticed it as well.
Nythan looked at me, looked over at the twins, and then looked back at me, a huge grin on his face.
"Why not?" he said. "It could be fun, don't you think?"
"I thought the same thing, but I wanted to see what you thought," I said.
"Let's go," Nythan said.
"Just follow us," Taylor said.
"What do you suppose they're up to?" I asked Nythan as we drove home from Welch.
"I don't know," he said, "but I know what I'm thinking. Wouldn't it be hot if they wanted to fuck around with us?"
"I was thinking the same thing," I said. "I guess we'll find out soon enough if the rumors are true."
"I hope they are," he said. "Jesus, wouldn't that be hot, fucking the Brooks' twins?"
"No doubt," I said. "I'm hard just thinking about it."
"As am I," he said, reaching over to feel me up as we drove.
We arrived back in Chouteau about twenty minutes later. I followed Taylor and Tyler to the Hornet's Nest . After today's game, we were all hungry. We each ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a coke. Nythan and I sat side by side in the booth and the twins sat across from us. God, they are so fucking cute. I can't wait to see if they want to… Damn, I need to stop thinking about that. I've got a raging hard on that just won't go away, as has Nythan I see. The twins are extremely attractive, and the fact that they're twins just made them doubly interesting.
The four of us sat there and talked, mostly about the game we had just come from but other things as well, for at least half an hour.
"You guys make such a cute couple," Taylor finally said to us.
We had been talking about everything except for what was really on everyone's mind, but I guess he finally decided to bring up the subject.
"As are you," Nythan said, turning slightly red. "Are you two…"
"Go ahead, Nythan, you can say it," said Tyler. "Yes, we do on occasion. The rumors, while not completely true, are not completely false either."
"You mean you two…" I started to say.
"Yes," they both answered.
"We're both gay," Tyler said, "and we don't have boyfriends, so we help each other out occasionally."
"Oh, my god!" I managed to say. "That's so hot!"
"A real-life fantasy," Nythan added.
"And you're welcome to join us, if you want," said Tyler. "What do you think?"
"Oh, hell yes!" Nythan and I said at the same time.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked.
"Let's go then," Taylor said. "Like I said earlier, our parents are gone for the night. It'll just be the four of us."
After he said that, we couldn't get out of the place fast enough. We followed the to their house, about six blocks south of Main street. They lived in a single-story house with three bedrooms, on a decent sized lot.
The four of us made our way directly to the bedroom shard by the twins. Along two of the walls was a twin bed and a matching desk and bookcase. It was the same whether one looked left or right, as if one side of the room was a mirror image of the other.
"Nice room," I commented.
"Thanks," Taylor said.
Both twins appeared uncomfortable once we'd reached their room. They'd seemed excited, and even giddy up to that point, but now they seemed kind of nervous.
I gazed at them for a moment. They were very cute, as I've mentioned several times. They were dressed in blue jeans and wore matching green and white football jerseys with the number 14 on them. They didn't always dress alike, but today they were mirror images of each other. If they were to lie down on their beds, one side of their room really would be identical to the other.
Taylor and Tyler both looked at Nythan and me, then gazed at each other. They stepped toward each other, looked at us once more, and then leaned in and kissed, right before our eyes! Holy shit!
I was astounded. Even though I knew this was coming, I was still surprised how powerfully it aroused me. I looked over at Nythan who had an astonished look on his face as well.
I quickly pulled him to me and we started making out as well, while we watched the twins kissing. By this point, I would do anything they wanted, as would Nythan I suspect.
Finally, one of the twins reached over and pulled me into a kiss, and the other did the same to Nythan. I have a hard time telling them apart sometimes under normal circumstances, but now I don't know which one it was, nor do I give a shit.
We stood there making out for several minute, then we switched off. I still didn't know if I was kissing Taylor or Tyler, but they were both equally good kissers. I think I was with Tyler.
By now my dick was so hard I thought it would bust my zipper, and Tyler rubbing me didn't help matters. Not that I'm complaining. I started to rub the front of his jeans as well, and also squeezed his tight ass.
We started fumbling with each other's belts and unbuttoned and unzipped each other's jeans, letting them fall to our ankles, then stepping out of them. Then, to my amazement, Tyler dropped to his knees, yanked my boxers down, down, and took me into his mouth. I managed to last about thirty seconds after that. I then dropped to my knees and returned the favor. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Taylor and Nythan were doing the same as us. Oh, my god!
We had no sooner finished each other, then the twins switched places and Taylor went down on me. Even though I had just nutted less than five minutes ago, I was ready to go again, only this time I managed to last about a minute, before finishing Taylor off as well.
I still can't believe what happened next between the twins. They started making out again, hugging each other tight while their tongues entwined. Taylor started rubbing his hands over Tyler's smooth, hard chest and stomach as they stood there making out.
Taylor kissed his way down his brother's neck and ran his lips over his chest, sucking on his nipples, causing him to moan. He then licked over Tyler's tight stomach, and then dropped to his knees, leaning in and pulling his brother into his mouth. Tyler ran his hands through his brother's hair as he sucked his cock.
Tyler's breath was coming harder and faster, and moans and whimpers escaped his lips. Before he could get too excited, he pulled his brother to his feet and returned the favor. A few seconds later, Tyler pulled Taylor to his feet and kissed him deeply, before pulling him to the nearest bed and falling onto his stomach. Tyler climbed on top of him and began fucking him. Taylor moaned as his brother sank himself in deeper and deeper, and began to thrust his hips. Tyler thrusted faster and faster, and then buried himself in deep and cried out as he came inside his brother.
Tyler finally climbed off of his brother and rolled him onto his back, before leaning over and taking him into his mouth. It took only about three thrusts up and down before Taylor moaned loudly and his whole body seemed to shudder as he came in Tyler's mouth.
Nythan and I just stood there, completely mesmerized by what we were seeing. I had never seen anything so hot in my life.
Once the spell was broken, I quickly dropped to my knees and did the same to Nythan. I could sense that the twins were watching, but I didn't care. Several minutes later, we finished each other off. Nythan had fucked me and then I did him as well. That's the way we usually did things, switched off on who did whom. I liked getting fucked, but then so did he, so things seemed to work out between us.
Him and I stood, chests heaving, our breath coming hard and fast. We kissed once more and I could taste myself on his tongue. We both looked over and the twins and grinned.
"We'll have to do this again soon," said Taylor.
"Only next time, I want both you guys to fuck me," said Tyler.
"And I want you guys to fuck me as well," I said, looking over at Nythan.
He just nodded his head in agreement and grinned.
Taylor showed us to the bathroom where Nythan and I stepped into the tub and he turned on the shower. The warm water flowed down over my satisfied body. We soaped each other up, then rinsed off, before stepping out of the tub. We grabbed a towel that Taylor had left by the sink, dried each other off before going back into their bedroom. The twins disappeared and soon I heard the shower running. We quickly got dressed and waited for them to return, before we left for my house.
"Holy shit!" was all I could say as we drove to my house.
"I can't believe what just happened, and I was there," said Nythan. "I've fantasized about something like this, but never thought it would actually happen. Jesus, Chase, I'm still horny as fuck. We need to get to your house so we can continue."
I pressed on the gas and five minutes later we arrived at home. Mom and dad were there, but that wasn't going to stop us, not tonight anyway.
As soon as we arrived, dad asked us about the game and we told him we had won. Him and mom were both in the kitchen fixing supper and they insisted we join them. I was getting rather hungry and I suspected Nythan was as well. What we had just done did take a lot of energy, and we both probably needed to recharge if we were going to continue.
We spent almost an hour with my parents before we finally got up from the table and went upstairs to my room. Mom and dad weren't exactly thrilled when they found out that Nythan and I were boyfriends, but they reluctantly didn't try and stop us, figuring we'd just go behind their backs if they tried to interfere. So far everything seems to be okay between us, but I admit I've had my doubts. Not because I don't love Nythan, because I do, but I don't know, something just doesn't seem right. We've been best friends, almost like brothers, forever, and this whole dating thing seems weird for some reason, but I can't seem to stop.
As soon as I entered my room, I closed and locked the door. Nythan threw his arms around me. He felt comfortable and familiar. I kissed him with ever greater passion as my need for him increased. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head. I ran my hands over his smooth, hard chest and abdomen as we made out. Soon, he pulled off my shirt, and our jeans were on the floor. Last, our boxers came off and we stood there naked, making out.
I kissed my way down his neck and ran my lips over his chest. I sucked on his nipples, which always made him moan. I licked over his tight abdomen and lowered myself to my knees. I leaned in and pulled his hardness into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as I blew him.
His breath came harder and faster, and moans and whimpers escaped his lips. Before he got too excited, he pulled me to my feet and mimicked what I'd just done to him. His lips and tongue drove me insane with pleasure and need. I didn't want him to stop, but when I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply. I pulled him toward my bed and lay down on my stomach. He climbed on top of me and penetrated me. I moaned as he sank himself in deeper and deeper and began to work his hips.
Him and I were a writhing, moaning mass as we gave into our intense needs. He thrust faster and faster, and then buried himself in deep and moaned. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as he groaned with pleasure.
He climbed off me, and I rolled onto my back. He leaned over and took me into his mouth. It only took three trips up and down before I moaned loudly, and my orgasm spread through my entire body.
Him and I stood, chests heaving, our breath coming hard and fast. We kissed once more, and I could taste myself on his tongue. We both collapsed onto my bed and passed out for over an hour before it was finally time for me to return the favor.
I arched over his back, admiring the channel of his spine as it plunged down into the crack in which my cock was now buried. I let it throb in the tight interior of my lover, rotating slightly, enough to set him whimpering.
I loved to please Nythan when we coupled, and by now I knew all the little ways to do it. I was aware that if I kept this up long enough, he would come into the mattress, which I fully intended to have happen.
Afterward, we both walked into the bathroom for a shower. I turned on the water and stepped in and Nythan was right behind me. The wonderfully warm water flowed down over my body. We quickly soaped each other up, then rinsed off. We grabbed a towel and dried off before going back to my room to get dressed again. Nythan looked so hot as he stood there naked in front of me. We quickly got dressed and sat down on the bed next to each other.
"I've been thinking about us," he said. "Seeing the twins doing all that with each other was hot, no doubt, but they're brothers for god's sake. That just seems wrong in so many ways, not that I regret doing it."
"Yeah, I thought about the same thing," I said, "although I'd do it again in a second. But you're right, something just seemed wrong about the whole thing."
"I sometimes feel the same way about you, Chase," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I do love you, and I enjoy what we just did, but it does feel strange sometimes. You and I are as much like brothers as two guys can be, and we've been best friends our whole lives. I just wonder sometimes if maybe we're going too far."
"Yeah, I know," I told him. "I enjoy it very much as well, but I agree with you as well. I sometimes wonder if we're doing the right thing myself. Will there ever come a day when we get into a fight or one us gets jealous or something like that? I hope not, but I can see it happening if we're not careful. I really do enjoy dating you, Nythan, and god knows the sex is hot, but I sometimes wonder if we should cool it."
"Yeah, I've thought the same thing," he admitted. "I could fuck you every night, but I'm afraid one day one of us might get hurt unintentionally. That's the last thing in the world I want, Chase. Something about the twins just made it seem weird. We've been best friends and brothers for over ten years now, and I want that to go on forever. Sex can complicate relationships. It can make them or break them, and that's the last thing I want."
"Are you saying you want to stop?" I asked.
"I don't want to, but I think maybe we should," he admitted. "The longer we continue dating, the more complicated it's going to become."
"As much as I hate to admit it, I think you're probably right, Nythan," I said. "We'll always be best friends and I don't want to do anything to possibly jeopardize that. But at least you got to fuck the hottest boy in school before we ended it."
We laughed at that.
"No, I didn't," he said, grinning. "I can't fuck myself. But you're right, Chase, you are extremely hot, even if you are a little conceited, and it was a lot of fun while it lasted. But I think we'll be better off by stopping now. Someone as cute as you shouldn't have any problem finding a boyfriend."
"Thanks," I said. "You shouldn't have any problem either. There's bound to be some poor, desperate boy out there looking for someone."
"Jesus! Thanks a lot," he said. "I'll have them lining up outside my door as soon as word gets out. Maybe I'll date Taylor or Tyler. Who knows?"
"Yeah, who knows," I said. "Maybe I'll date the other one. We could switch off occasionally."
"That's an idea," he said.
Part of me hated to break up with Nythan, but I knew in my heart it was for the best.
So, we reluctantly ended it that night. We'd been dating for a little over a month, but it was fine. I still love Nythan and always will, but only as my best friend and brother. That sounds so nice when I say it.
The End
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