Owen and Nicolas

I grouchily got up and plowed through my morning routine. Off to school, I tried to dress lightly. I knew today was going to be just as unbearable as the day prior. I still wore pants and a t-shirt. I had always hated showing my legs; for some unknown reason. The first time I saw Nic chills went up my spine, and I instantly remembered parts from my dream last night. I was getting a boner and need to hide it quickly. I ran up the hall into the bathroom.

I choose the stall at the very end, once inside I closed the door. I pulled my dick out of my pants and jerked myself off. I heard someone come in. Whoever it was they were doing the same thing I was. I tried to catch a glimpse to see who it was. All I saw as I lowered my field of vision to the floor was a pair of partially green, Nikes. I didn’t know of anyone with those color shoes. But I have to say the person was obviously well endowed.

As the day went on those green Nikes were still etched into my mind. Why? Had I seen them somewhere before?

I met Nicolas at his locker for our study session. Nic lead me from the school to his truck, which looked even better than the day before. As I got in I lit up; the smoke filling my lungs as I drawled my breath in.

NICOLAS’S POV

After two long jack-off sessions I went to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head met the pillow. Dreams evaded me, what I shame. The alarm clock went off in the morning, pissing me off.

At the thought of seeing Owen again my mood changed. I had not missed a day in a few years, except for extreme emergencies, just so I could get a good look at Owen. I truly was a hopeless romantic too afraid to come out.

Before first period I saw Owen, he glimpsed at me, then dashed off into the bathroom. I followed to make sure he wasn’t sick or anything. What surprised me were the sounds echoing through the bathroom. Owen was jacking off! I knew it had to be him there wasn’t anyone else in the bathroom. Oh my god! I thought to myself. The man I so desperately wanted, vulnerable, caught with his pants around his ankles.

Just the thought of watching him stroke himself sent rivers of chills down my spine. Holy fuck all that was separating was a measly divider. I dodged into another stall further down the row. My own dick was snow begging for attention. I had never jacked off at school, but the thought of being caught was an extra boost to my already flowing adrenaline. My own sounds mixed with his filled the bathroom.

I heard a little moan, barely audible. I knew he had just climaxed. My mind was in over drive. As I heard the stall door open and the footsteps towards my own stall I got even more nervous, yet strangely excited. I knew he couldn’t see anything other than my green Nikes. I kept my rhythm going, not wanting to scare him off by letting on that I knew he was there.

After he had left and I had finished I headed back to school. My day went through fairly quickly. My thoughts lingered over the fact that Owen and I had basically jacked off together. The thought gave me several boners throughout the day. I knew then that this was my chance I made sure to wear my Nikes instead of my other shoes.

As Owen walked up to me and then walked out to my truck with me, my mind was drowning with thoughts of Owen.

NARRORATOR

The next few minutes would go down in history as the most awkward minutes either of them would ever experience. Things were dead silent as both boys smoked their cigarettes. Things weren’t any better by the time they reached Nicolas’s house nor where they any better when they were inside.

OWEN’S POV

As we rode out through the forest I looked down to notice that Nic was wearing those green Nikes. Holy shit, I had been hearing Nic jack off in the bathroom. I could feel my face flush as I knew he had heard me as well. My eyes lingered at his crotch. I was more curious than ever before, now I had to see what he had.

NICOLAS’S POV

I noticed Owen staring at my feet as they worked the gas, brake, and clutch. I think he realized, I was the one jacking off in the bathroom this morning. Oh fuck, I was trapped.

I let my curiosity simmer for a while. I had caught him checking out my package a few times. I knew that tonight was going to be the night. The night I would express everything I had been feeling. All the little heart breaks, tears, love, sadness, glee, everything I had been feeling for the past couple years.

I could only long to hope he would understand. At the least return the feelings.

OWEN POV

We settled into the kitchen and started working through the materials. Things did get a bit easier. He would look me in the eye; thank god he had beautiful eyes. He would also speak to me, when his voice tenderly called my name to bring my attention back to the studying I felt as if my chest would explode and millions of butterflies would fly out.

The night went on rather slowly. Things were starting to get extremely boring for me.

“Can we stop here for tonight?” I asked Nic, it was only four.

Nic replied, “You’ve covered enough for today. So yeah. Are you still hanging ‘til six?"

I replied, “Yeah, unless you want me to leave.”

We sat on the couch and turned on the television. I sat there still staring at his crotch from the side. My hand so desperately craved to touch, to feel. As time neared closer for me to go home I made a move. I dropped my hand, seemingly not noticing where it landed.

Nic screamed, “About time!”

I could feel my face reddening, “What are you talking about?”

Nic replied more calmly, “It’s about time you made a move. I was getting worried I’d have to do it.”

I was near to sprinting out of the room hurriedly. I felt the need to get away, I felt trapped. But I couldn’t really be trapped could I?

I stared at his crotch like I had been on and off all day. My eyes were straining as they tried to see through the clothing that concealed his body. My hand fought its way up the inside of his thigh. His eyes focused on my hand. I was half way there when he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I must have looked startled.

“Sorry,” He said averting his eyes from mine, “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I’m just nervous.” I replied.

“Don’t be, I won’t hurt you.”

“It’s just that I’m new to this whole thing.”

“Take your time, I want to savor it. Take your time, let your hands wander as mine go exploring themselves.”

Nicolas placed his hand on the side of my face. His hands were soft and rough, an unusual combination I thought it could be one or the other not both. His hand slid to my neck, then to my chest. My heart beat like a drum in a marching band.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

“No.”

“Your heart says different, it’s nearly jumping out of your chest.”

“It belongs to you now, my heart is yours and it is trying to meet its new owner.” I replied, those last words dripping from my mouth like poetry.

Chills went up my spine as his hand reached my stomach. The final moments before it was to make contact with my denim sheathed crotch played in slow motion. His hand drew closer, I swore I could feel his pulse in his hand as he cupped my crotch with a gentle squeeze. I responded by giving him the same gentle squeeze.

I could feel myself growing hard, the same to be said for Nicolas. I knew there was a monster hiding behind those clothes. I was feeling brave enough as I fumbled with the button on his pants. I wasn’t so sure as I gripped the zipper. My fingers hesitated a moment before they gradually pulled the zipper down. His boxers were black, his cock partially tented as his erection grew. I shuffled his pants down his thighs. The little brown hairs pulled with the fabric. He was rather manly looking.

Nicolas unlatched my button as I sat up. His fingers made short work of my zipper. His biceps danced as my pants scooted along my thinner, less hairy thighs. I was ready, I wanted him.

My hand returned to his crotch. I gently squeezed the newly developed bulge that had formed. His pulse registered in the obvious throbs of his cock. I could feel the heat radiating from the still mysterious bulge. I slipped my hand in through the waistband. I just wanted to tease myself with not being able to see him just yet.

My hand found comfortable purchase on his raw flesh. The texture was nothing like I had ever felt before. My own cock throbbed. Nicolas’s hand reached into the confines of my underwear. His hand was a little cold as it gripped my cock. I was lost in his movements as he started massaging the length of my cock. My hand slipped from his cock and retracted from the confines, my fingers grabbed the waist band. Nicolas greeted me by lifting himself so his underwear would come off easier. What I saw as his cock poked into view would haunt me for the rest of my days. How in the hell could he be this well-endowed?

I decided to attempt it. I wrapped my hand around his beefy shaft. His peter skin was firm, nearly tearing at the seams from the stretching. I stroked him a few times. He seemed to enjoy it.

Nicolas’s hand slipped from my prick, and I suddenly became nervous. I wasn’t that well endowed. What if he laughed? I was prepared to run in the other direction if that was to be the case. His fingers twisted around the waistband of my underwear. They started slipping easily from their location. Oh god. The underwear were down by my thighs, and my cock stood, saluting the sky. Nicolas didn’t laugh, he didn’t say anything. He smiled.

“Sorry,” I said bashfully, “I know I’m small.”

“Bullshit.” He replied, sizing my cock up with his eyes.

“No, I am.”

“You’re not small at all. Want me to prove it?”

“Whatever you want. I know I’m small.”

He got up from the couch, his pants slipping to his ankles. He held out his hand to help me off the couch. He led me to his room; our dicks swaying with each odd step. We entered his room, he turned and closed the door; locking it to ensure security. He reached into the top drawer of a rather old looking desk. His hand came back into view, he had a ruler. I regretted telling him to prove it. I was embarrassed. He laid the ruler on top of my dick. I didn’t look down, being I knew I was small and I didn’t want to see the proof.

“You tell me you’re small take a look.” Nicolas said.

I hesitated a moment before looking down at my erection. The ruler read, eight inches. How in the hell?

“There’s no way in hell.” I said, shocked by the number.

He shot me a scorning look, “I’m not lying to you.”

“How big are you?”

He laid the ruler on his own erection; Nine inches long. Holy shit how could I possibly be an inch shorter than he was?

His next motion surprised me. He was on his knees before me. His mouth inches away from my manhood. Holy shit he was going to give me a blowjob! I was hell bent on returning the favor as the tip of my dick was greeted by his thin lips. I moaned as his tongue made contact with my flesh. His teeth lightly scraped over my erection.

The feeling was odd; but I loved it. His mouth danced around my cock, my head basked in the pools of pleasure. Before I could speak, anything besides a groan or moan, I was climaxing. My hips thrashed wildly into his mouth. My load sprayed wildly into his mouth; coating his mouth in my seed. A little bit of my cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth. I wiped it off with my finger. I popped it into my mouth, just out of curiosity. I don’t think I’ll try it again, but it didn’t taste too bad.

After Nicolas swallowed what remnants of my load, and smirked at me. I knew what he wanted and I was more than happy to oblige.

NICOLAS POV

I swallowed what seemed like a gallon of him. It was only a few ropes in reality. I looked up at his face, only to see him sampling his own semen. I smirked, trying to look devilish. The look in his eye shown he was ready. I stood up slowly, my knees cracking. As I stood he got on his knees in front of me.

Owen took the tip of my semi-erect cock into his mouth. My cock grew instantly due to the feeling of Owen’s warm moist mouth. He took me into his mouth. His tongue teased the bottom of my shaft. I moaned as his teeth bit into me lightly. His hand fondled my balls while the other stroked what amount of me that he couldn’t get into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked harder, he moaned, the vibrations teased me. Owen gave amazing head, I think. I’d never gotten head before. He seemed to know all the right places that would invoke as much pleasure as possible.

I didn’t last long. I was close to climaxing, and he knew it. He pulled my cock from his mouth and focused on jerking me off. My head rolled back, as did my eyes. I moaned loudly as I busted my nut all over his face. His open mouth caught a few strands of my load. He swallowed them, after letting them sit on his tongue for a little while. I smiled as he looked up at me. Seeing the guy I wanted for all those years covered in my genetic material was mind-numbing.

I asked, as my breathing regulated, “You wanna try anal?”

“Sure.”

Just then the sound of car tires in the driveway ended our chances. It was his mother. Damn that woman.

“Want to see if you can stay the weekend?” I asked, hoping he’d want to.

“I’ll ask her.” He said as he wiped his face mask on his underwear.
I laughed, “Looked better on your face.”

He chuckled, his laugh was so cute.

“Here,” He said, handing me his underwear, “If I can’t stay, hang on to these to remember this moment.”

I took them. I would treasure them until he gave me something more.

I handed him my boxers, “A memento to remember me by.”

He smiled as he slipped his jeans back on without his underwear. He folded mine neatly and shoved them in his pocket. He walked to the door, through the house, outside to his mother’s car. I guessed he was allowed to stay. He ran back into the house.

He screamed through the house, “I can stay.”

I silently cheered to myself a night alone with him would be the best night ever. I sniffed his gift. I smiled. I would smell a lot of that scent. Mom and Dad weren’t coming home tonight or at all over the weekend.