Complications Part 1

Dylan tapped the eraser end of his pencil boredly against the wooden surface of his desk, his biology teacher’s words simple murmurs in the back of his mind; indistinguishable and pointless words, there were other important things to think about. Luke, for instance.

Dylan was only in his junior year of high school, a young man of eightteen who was fair in height and quite the looker. His dark brown hair was fine and styled to perfection, the bangs often dangling messily over his deep navy eyes. His flamboyance was obvious in his fashion sense, his flashy tight shirts and boot flare jeans; he was a fag, simple as that.

Luke was equally as charismatic and beautiful, rivaling Dylan in height. His hair was blonde and worn short and spiky, his green-gray eyes warm and inviting. However, his visage wasn’t one of glamour and gay.

Dylan sat quietly, still tapping his pencil inaudibly against the desktop, those blue eyes fixated on Luke’s form across the classroom, his penis throbbing hard down the leg of his tight hip-hugger jeans; a cold sweat drizzling gently down his temples, riding down his soft baby-face cheek, and dripping to the surface of the desk he’d been slouching over.

The two had known each other since the second grade; unofficially of course. They shared classes every year since then, though Dylan could never bring himself to arouse conversation with the beautiful, popular soccer captain; even if he had had the most schoolgirl of crushes on him ever since he knew what attraction was.
His fingers tightened around the stalk of the pencil, pressure causing the lead to crack underneath the wooden shelter; eyelids closing over the blue orbs, shrouding their brilliant depths in a black void which soon pieced itself out into a beautiful scene.

The candlelight which lit the room was dimmed, sensual, causing a brilliantly warm illumination on the modernized brick red paint on the walls; the flickering lights reflecting off of the silken sheets which shrouded the bed which laid center against the back wall of the room, baring the two nude 18 year-old males.
Their bodies pushed together gently, arms caressing one another’s back as their lips met in gentle nipping kisses. Their groins pressed together in slight and brief fluctuations, their breathing heavy.

Luke’s hands were warm, exploring ever end of Dylan’s naked body, every crevice and mound of every muscle, highly defined or not. His right traveled up the inside of his partner’s thigh, just close enough to the testicles to brush ever-so-gently against them, causing Dylan to release a well provoked moan. Luke’s left hand moved gently over the boy’s baby-face cheek, bringing his face in closer for another nipping kiss, teeth clinging momentarily to Dylan’s lower lip. Luke could feel the male’s erect penis brushing gently against his own thigh, causing his own cock to throb uncontrollably, forcing a moan from his throat that pierced the relative silence of the dimly lit room.

Dylan’s hands mimicked Luke’s, brushing over every curve of his highly athletic body, thumb and forefinger gently wrapping about the shaft of his schoolgirl crush’s erect shaft and moving in a tauntingly slow motion: up and down, up and down, adding a slight and gentle twist here and there.

Their bodies persperated slightly, their sweat causing the seemingly essence of their sensual souls to mutate together as they couldn’t resist bringing one another even closer in a fiery passionate embrace, their lower bodies thrusting together, cocks brushing together side by side, their testicles messaging their partner’s.
Luke wrapped his arms around Dylan’s back and caressed his spinal cord, fingernails brushing down the soft skin as their legs interlaced and their groins continued to push together, getting slightly faster by every passing, teasing moment.

Each partner let out a satisfied moan, the sweat greatening, causing their bodies to mold together, naturally lubricating, providing quick and easy movement. Their hair was slightly damp, their breaths heavy and slightly fast, their bodies moving in what seemed to be perfect synchronization.

Dylan gently pushed on Luke’s body, causing him to roll completely onto his back, tugging the red silken sheets which had wrapped around his groin completely from his body, revealing all of his naked flesh. Luke’s warm green-gray eyes watched Dylan as he slid down his chest, warm breaths causing Luke’s skin to tingle as he went further down, crossing his chest, tongue teasing his navel before it met the jock’s throbbing penis and tamed pubic hair.

Luke still watched, every muscle promoting a facial expression which screamed his passion, his intention; it was as if Dylan was torturing him in the most pleasurable of ways, his lips constricting as every warm breath escaped Dylan’s mouth and blew gently over his testicles and the lower part of his shaft. He hadn’t even noticed the gentle moans which had escaped him with a certain rhythm.

Dylan brushed his cheek against Luke’s testicles, which had the slightest amount of pubic hair, twisting his head to let his tongue slide up his partner’s shaft slowly; warm lips wrapping around the head of his cock, tongue dabbing the hole, absorbing the precum which had been abundantly present. In a swift motion he took Luke’s entire throbbing cock in, held it for a moment, the deepest depths of his tongue taunting the lower portion of the staff, causing Luke’s moan to become a brief scream, muscles spasming with pure enjoyment. His legs flicked gently as Dylan rode up the shaft, fingers taking their place round it’s base once more and twisting with the outward motion of his mouth, causing another spout of precum to send it’s sensational taste influencing the taste buds on Dylan’s tongue.

Luke could hardly bare the eroticism, hands caressing Dylan’s soft shoulders, getting quicker as his partner’s mouth slid more hastily up and down his shaft; moans coming and going, those watchful green-gray eyes moving from Dylan’s motions to his partner’s own throbbing cock. He adjusted his upper body to wrap his rugged long fingers around the male’s penis, stroking gently with the oral motions. 

His moans became louder, begging for the orgasm, yet wishing for this pleasure to be infinitesimal. “Dylan…D..Dylan..” he cried.
Dylan found satisfaction his partner calling his name, though the thought was so clouded by the pleasure of his mouth moving over his lover’s hard throbbing cock, and Luke’s hand caressing his own equally erect penis.

“Dylan!” the biology teacher beckoned, slapping his wrinkly palm against the surface of Dylan’s desk.
Dylan shook his head, eyelids flicking open, glancing up at the decrepit biology teacher who’s face was tense with anger; then averted to Luke across the classroom.
He was looking back…

To be continued...