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To lay by him, is the one dream that I wish to fulfill. Sure, there are plenty of other dreams. The typical ones that everybody wishes. This man, my friend, is gay, like me. But we've always been just friends. But, I'VE, always wanted to be more. I fantasize about him feeling the same way, but of course there is no way to know for sure. The thought of the possibility of a relationship has always been there, but I always knew it wouldn't be a reality. Spencer is the most attractive person I have ever met. Light brown hair. He always has it perfect. Beautiful, dark green eyes with long eyelashes. Smooth, moderately tanned skin. He's always been fit, athletic but never fit in with the jock crowd. He always stuck to the track team, unlike me. I painted, did all the creative stuff. Sure, he did too, but he always had more than one talent. The most beautiful voice I've ever heard. An amazing singer and songwriter. I always admired him, ever since we were in the third grade. That's when he first became my best friend. I was always chubby. Too embarrassed of my own body. He's the one who got me on my feet, started training me. He made me feel comfortable with my body. I can actually take my shirt off in front of people. Sometimes I get stares from girls and guys at the pool. But it's all thanks to Spencer.

We now are seniors in high school, both 18. He comes over to my house almost every weekend, and I go to his. This particular weekend, he is at mine. We did nothing but play video games all day, and that's the way we like it. At night, or in the morning rather, we retreated to my bedroom. We've slept in the same bed many times. It's never been a big deal. It certainly is to other guys though. So we were in my mom's old king sized bed, which she had passed down to me, watching a movie on my laptop. My mother was out of town with her school. She wanted a fresh start after the divorce, so she focused on a new profession. My brother was at his friend's house. There was enough room for us to lay on our stomachs, side by side. So we did exactly that, with my laptop on a stool at the foot of my bed. When the movie was over, I put something quiet on, and we adjusted ourselves to reasonable sleeping positions. I listened to the quiet music coming from my computer.

I knew that Spencer wasn't asleep. His breathing is deep and heavy. Right now it is calm and relaxing.

"Sing me something.", I requested.
"Like what?", he asked. His voice soothes me, every time he talks.
"Anything." A pause arose, while he thought about what song would be appropriate.
"Wise men say," he began, "only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."
Emotions began to swell up inside me, and I could hear the music to the song inside my head as he sang.
"Shall I stay," he continued, "Would it be a sin? If I can't help help falling in love with you?"
I couldn't help joining in as well. "Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling so it goes. Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you.", we sang together. His voice was much better than mine, but he sang along all the same.

His back had been to me, he was closer to the wall, and I was on the edge of the bed. It was pressed up against the wall. Spencer flipped over so his face was one inch away from mine. His palm was face up, dividing our heads. I took my own hand and ran my fingers up and down his palm, following the lines gently. I did this all while looking straight into his eyes, and his gazed back right into mine. I felt as if I were standing at the mouth of a great never- ending pit, wobbling back and forth, trying to keep myself steady. If I leaned back, I would lose this opportunity forever. But if I fell forward, I could drop into a hole that I could never climb out of. I needed to find that sweet spot, where I could steadily stand. But with him, it was too hard.

My thoughts were interrupted by his warm, tender lips, pressing against my own. It was moist, but not sloppy. Pleasant, I never wanted this moment to end. But he pulled away.
"You have no idea, how long I've wanted to do that.", he said.
"The feeling is mutual.", I managed to get out, before I had to press my face in, once more. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and I gratefully accepted. My hand found its way to behind his head. Then the back of his neck, upper back, following his spine through his shirt. His shirt. Once my hands found the bottom of it, I ripped it up over his head. He accepted, shedding it like an old skin. I felt his body in every place that I could. He pulled my shirt off of me, and put his hands on my back, pulling me closer than ever before. He started to slowly dry hump me, and I could feel his boner against mine.

I moved my body downwards, kissing his as I went. My mouth stopped at his nipples. I sucked on them, and listened as he gasped. I kept kissing until I got to his pants. He was wearing athletic shorts, and I found when I pulled them down with my teeth, he wasn't wearing underwear. His dick sprang up and almost hit me in the eye. I immediately took it in my mouth and pushed my head down as far as I could manage, just so my nose touched his pubes.
"Oh, fuck.", he said. I continued, pushing my head up and down. Working my tongue around his shaft. Spencer told me to stop, so I did. He pulled me up and kissed me again. He hooked his thumbs on the waist of my pajama pants and pulled them down. Suddenly the urge to kiss him became even stronger, so I pressed up against him again, and pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth. After about a minute, he pulled away and took my pants completely off. He did the same with my boxers.

I took him by the hand and dragged him behind me, down the stairs, out the back door, and to the hot tub. It was low to the ground, and didn’t take much effort to get in. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him passionately. I rolled us over the edge of the hot tub, our skin stinging as we met the hot water after the frigid air. The water engulfed us as I humped him from above. I was rock hard, and I moved my dick back and forth on his ass, careful not to go in. His head was above water, as well as my ears, so I could hear him say, “Please, just fuck me already.” The bubbles massaged our writhing bodies. He was stroking his cock with one hand, and had the other on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his neck.
“Parker,” he said, “please just fuck me already.” He suppressed moans when I stuck my middle finger up his hole. “Parker-” he started, but I slipped another finger in. “I need more.” I stopped humping him, and slowly pushed my dick in. He gasped loudly, but I kept going. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer so I leaned over his body. He took my hand and moved it all over his body, so I was touching him. Then his hand moved mine to his mouth, where he kissed it, and nibbled on my fingers.

I pushed and pulled, back and forth, in and out. Slow at first, but gradually gaining speed. Spencer moaned in unison with me. Our harmony of cries of pleasure filled the air. The water splashed up with each pounding of my hips against his ass. He had a nice ass. Small, but still full somehow. It jiggled when I touched it, and moved flawlessly when he walked. There was a beautiful mole on the upper portion of the right cheek. It only interrupted his smooth skin for a small area, but it was enough to make me fall in love. I was thinking of everything I could, that would distract me enough to keep me from cumming. Next, I looked deeply into his eyes, admiring the shining green. I saw a tear fall from them, not a tear of pain or sadness, but I think of joy.

He now had his hands on my ass, and spread my cheeks. I felt a finger drag around my hole. It was cold and it tickled. Then his hands were on either side of my face, pulling me down so our lips met and our tongues touched. I pulled back for air, then went back in. My mind was racing and I felt as if I were flying. Our bodies gyrating certainly didn’t interrupt any thoughts. Pulled back for air again. But when I went back in again, I could feel my orgasm coming. The tips of our noses met, and I leaned my head forward so our foreheads pressed together. I didn’t stop pushing and pulling. My mouth gaped open and I breathed heavily, so did he. I slowed my hips and pressed in hard, my cock going as deep as possible. My ass clenched and I froze. “Oh, fuck”, I pushed in. Rope after rope of my warm cum launched into Spencer’s begging ass. I slowly pushed in and out again, but collapsed onto his stomach, panting heavily. Spencer ran his fingers through my hair. I took his dick in my right hand, and yanked up and down. I used my left hand to support my body and keep myself up. He just looked into my eyes with passion as more silent tears ran down his face. Tears dripped off the tip of my nose onto his face.

“I’m in love with you, Spencer. I always have been.”, I blurted out without thinking. I meant it though.
“I love you too. I always have.”, he responded. More tears fell out of both of our eyes. He tensed up. His cheeks clenched around my dick that was still in him. I pulled his foreskin faster. His dick curved slightly up. He rolled his head up and arched his back.
“Oh fu-” I interrupted him by kissing him as hard as I could. He shot seven loads of his white seed, most of them hitting my chin. I continued to pull up slowly, getting every last drop of cum out of him. I raised my head up away from his lips, and he leaned his head forward to lick his cum off of me. Once again I collapsed onto him, allowing his heaving chest to lift me up and down.

After a while, I pulled him up and out of the hot tub. He was trying not to fall asleep, and to be honest I was pretty tired too. He was so tired that he could barely walk. I found the strength to carefully pick him up and put his arm around my neck, while supporting him under the knees. I admired his body even more. Took in as much as I could. He had the ideal body to me. A good, manly amount of light, pleasant leg hair. A thin treasure trail that led halfway up his stomach, not covering his abs. No hair grew on his chest, and it was smooth. He had a defined adam's apple. No facial hair, lasered off. Everything about him was smooth. He had moles in the right areas. Sometimes I just wanted to kiss them. His head rolled to the side, leaning on my bicep. I kissed the top of his head just as I got to my room. Gently, I lay him down on my bed, on the side closest to the edge. Then I flung my body over him, just so I was above him, and I kissed his forehead, each of his closed eyes, and his lips before I lay down next to him. I laid my head on his chest and lightly tickled his stomach, then rested my hand on his other pec. He quietly moved his arm so he embraced me, and pulled me closer. I threw a blanket over us, then held his other hand in mine. I fell asleep, listening to his calming breaths.

The next morning was a saturday, and I told my brother not to come home over the phone. I told him that I had a lot of homework to do and I needed the house quiet. He seemed happy to stay away for another day. In the middle of the night, Spencer had gotten cold so he put his shorts back on. That wasn’t a problem for me. It would just make it more satisfying when I took them off him again.

“Fuck!”, he yelled. I was in the kitchen, making bacon. He was in the living room, playing a video game. He probably died or something. I too, had put my pants back on, so my dick wouldn’t get stung by the bacon grease. However, we both had our shirts off. He must have smelled the bacon because he came into the kitchen. I turned with the plate of bacon in my hand, tongs in the other, and he surprised me. He put his hands on my waist and kissed me. It wasn’t a simple kiss. It was a mouth open, nose bending, head rocking kiss. His hands crept up my body, down my arms, and to my hands where he stole the bacon and the tongs from me. He tiptoed away, giggling. I immediately went after him, trying to take the plate and tongs back. He placed the plate on the dining room table, then turned to me with the tongs. I was under attack, fending off pinches to the nipples and other general areas. Finally, I disarmed him and threw the tongs in the sink. When I turned back to him, he had a piece of bacon hanging from his mouth. I took it in my own teeth and bit half of it off.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows up and down. We sat at the table together and silently ate the bacon. I watched him the whole time, and he pretended not to notice. “I meant what I said last night.”, I told him.
He looked at me for several seconds then said, “So did I.” I could see the outline of his dick through his shorts. He had it pinned to the side, but I could clearly see the head and the shaft and the veins. I began to get hard myself. He noticed that, because he leaped out of his chair and onto me, softening his landing by a kiss.

I kept him there with my hands on either side of his head. He didn’t make any effort to leave. But when we did separate, he pulled down my pants and took my cock in his mouth. It felt warm and moist. His tongue could do wonders. I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was play with his hair as he worked on me. I watched as his head bobbed up and down, coming up and letting his tongue slide up my shaft. I was already so hard that it didn’t take long for me to cum. He took my cock all the way to the back of his throat and let me place my hands on the back of his head, pushing him in even further. I gasped as my dick twitched, letting go of more cum. Spencer swallowed all of it.
“You can fuck me,” I said, “if you want.” He seemed happy and grateful. I was led into the living room where he bent me over the ottoman, not before I slid his shorts off. He pulled mine off, and spread my cheeks. He leaned in with his head, and rimmed my hole with his tongue. It went in and out, all around. I gasped and threw my head back. He pulled out and filled me with his dick instead. I felt every detail. The veins the head, everything. It felt so good, but it was all a blur. I just remember a slight aching feeling, masked by immense pleasure. It wasn’t long before he started to tense up.
“I want to see it. I want to see your cum.”
He pulled out and sat on my stomach just as flipped over and flexed my abs. I took him in my hands and pulled two times, leaned my head back, and watched as long leashes of white cum flew over my head, barely missing my nose. He panted loudly, and fell onto my chest. I grabbed onto his ass slapped it. He laughed quietly. So did I.
“I love you, Parker.”, he said.
“I love you, Spencer.” I knew that this was the start of something new, that I had never experienced before.
“Let’s do this again next weekend.”, I said.
“Let’s.”