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Subject: Under your care Author’s notes: First of all, if you would consider donating to , it would be gladly appreciated; they need our support to maintain the site. Also, this story was originally supposed to be a series, but I ended up cutting and editing things and making it into a “One-shot” type story. I added a little introduction part to try and set the story better for you readers. I would really appreciate any and all feedback at ail. Introductions Hi everyone! My name is Baxter Jones, I’m fifteen years old and my birthday is in May. I go to an all-boys private school, I have an older sister of two years, my dad is a plumber/electrician/construction worker and my mom is a part time secretary and often works at home. I’m about 5’6″ (around 165 cm) and about 140 lbs (around 65 kg) my muscles are fairly developed from all the sports I do, but I do not lift weight so I end up being lean. I have brown eyes and light brown hair kept somewhat short. I play soccer during summer and badminton during winter outside of school, and I am in the swimming and track club at school. I play the piano and read fantasy novel in my few spare time, I have one best friend, James Law, but we don’t see each other that much because he had to move all the way across town and he goes to a different school now, but we text all the time and get together on weekends. Oh also I am gay, but I guess you knew that already! So that’s me in a few sentences! Now it’s my boyfriend’s (I am still amazed I am his boyfriend) turn to describe himself. Hey guys, I’m Alexander (Alex or Al is fine), I’m 26 years old, 5’11” (180 cm) and weigh around 190 pounds (85 kg). I’ve got large shoulder and am bulky. I go to the gym about two times a week, I run some mornings and do various sport occasionally. I’m pretty strong but I’ve some fat on me, so we don’t see my abs but my stomach is pretty flat. I try to eat healthy but I like sugar too much so I rarely skip dessert. I was overweight when I was in my early teens but I’ve kicked most of the bad habits. I got brown hair that I keep buzz cut, blue eyes and am fairly hairy, not so much that you can’t see my skin but enough that it would be a real pain in my ass to shave it all the time. I keep my beard shaved, but sometimes I let it grow a bit. I tend to wear more comfortable clothes, but otherwise I go with plaid shirt and jeans. I was a substitute teacher at Baxter’s school, but that is not really where I met him. To be honest I didn’t really pay much attention to him during class, but he bumped into me at my favorite coffee shop, and he we ended up chatting for a while, and it became a repetitive occurrence. Slowly but surely I was falling for him, his sharp and witty mind, and he was also very attractive, even if I tried to put that out of my mind at first, considering his age. He had told me he was gay in confidence, and I had told me I was too, and at first we bonded other that fact, but we ended up with many similar tastes. The rest of the story takes places the first weekend after the couple shared their first kiss, making the couple official in their books. First Weekend – Alexander POV When I got his text asking me if I had any plans this weekend, I was surprised. I hadn’t planned to be all alone with him, for a whole weekend, yet. I wasn’t even sure what to make of this relationship yet! On the other hand, I couldn’t possibly say no, I wanted to spend more time with him to try and figure it out, and if it didn’t work out, the sooner we knew the better. So I said yes, and we figured out the logistic. He would come to my place after his track practice on Friday (I lived only a few blocks from the school), and he would shower there. “You’re sure you’re okay with me showering at your place?” He texted me after his practice. Why would I care if he showered at school or at my place? If it made him more comfortable and saved time to do it at my place, why not? Yeah sure, I wasn’t against the idea of seeing a glimpse of him half naked, but I was okay with it not happening if he wasn’t ready. We weren’t even dating officially and everything, because school wasn’t over yet and I was still his teacher. “Yeah sure, no problem as long as you bring your whole kit, soap and shampoo and towel and all.” I texted him back. “No worries there, every guy at school always carries all that. We have too since we shower at school pretty much every day.” When he got at my place, he barely stopped to talk, and asked if he could get in the shower now. Said he was all sweaty and wanted to get out of his uniform. He hoped into the bathroom, and into seconds I heard the water running. The more I thought about him in the shower, the more I was conflicted about this relationship we had. Yes, we had kissed, and it had felt like magic. His lips tasted like candy, salt, manliness and happiness. I don’t know how, but they did. We had briefly talked about our mutual feelings before he had to go home, hadn’t seen each other at school (which was a good thing I think) and the only texts he sent me were to arrange things for this weekend. Well, it wasn’t like we wouldn’t have the time to talk about them tonight! I heard the water stop, and after a few moments, Bax said through the door “Hey Al, I forgot that my clean clothes are in my backpack, you mind bringing it to me?” “Sure thing.” I told him. He simply put his arm through the slightly opened bathroom door and waited for me to hand him his bag. I thought it was cute how shy he was. He got changed and undressed in front of tons of other guys at school, but couldn’t wrap the towel around his waist and opened the door to get his bag in front of me? I guess it was a good thing he was shy, it meant he wasn’t interested simply in the physical relationship. He got out of the bathroom soon after, hair still wet, wearing a loose fitting blue T-shirt and loose black shorts. Even with his casual attire, he was still gorgeous. I still had a hard time telling myself that it was alright to find him attractive. “Did I put my shirt backwards?” He told me with a big grin of his face, knowing full well that he didn’t. I was caught red handed. I just smiled back at him. “So, where do you want me to put my stuff?” He asked. “You can put them in my room for now, I’ll show you around my big mansion.” I said with a sarcastic tone, because with my apartment was far from being a mansion. I had my bedroom, the kitchen, bathroom and a big open space for both the dining room and the living room. “And with that, the tour is now complete! I hope it didn’t take too much of you time.” I told him. “Well, it didn’t live up to my expectation. I demand a refund!” He reply, playing along with my little game. “Of course sir! Would some food be satisfactory for you?” He must have been starving, being a growing teenager and all. “It’d be a good start at least, but I dunno if it’d be enough!” “You hungry now or you can wait a little? Oh and we’re eating pasta that’s ok for you?” I asked him. I didn’t know what he liked, but who doesn’t like pasta right? “I’d get a snack for sure if you have one. Otherwise I can wait also.” Yeah right, he was polite enough to say he could wait, even if I could hear his stomach rumbling since he got here. “Just take whatever you want from the fridge, alright?” “Cool, thanks.” He walked to the fridge and started looking inside. There weren’t much there, some fruits, yogurts and other stuff I probably forgot. He took a yogurt and asked me if he could help me with anything for dinner. “You always offer to help your mom with dinner at home?” I asked him, almost guaranteed that he didn’t. Friday night, Saturday morning – Baxter POV I can’t believe I’m on his couch on my first night alone with him. What was I thinking? He’s so nice with me, always says the right thing and he doesn’t force me to do anything. The truth is, I want to do stuff with him, and it was so nice kissing him, so I can’t think that doing more could be bad. I was taking by surprise when he told me there would be nothing going on tonight, I thought he would simply make me sleep with him since there was only one bed and we were along. I don’t think he said that because he doesn’t want to be physical with me. We did cuddle on the coach during the movie, and it was super nice. He was soft, smelled good, and I loved to feel his arms surrounding me. Last Wednesday he said we should take it slow, since I’m younger than him. I wasn’t happy about that, he normally never treats me like a kid, it’s one of the things I love about him: he makes me feel like I can be myself and makes me not ashamed to be, he treats me like a person and not a kid. I thought he would want to have sex with me. Truth is, I’m not sure if I’m ready, but I would have done it if he asked me. He did offer to cuddle in the bed though, but I was ticked off that he said it would be nothing more than cuddles, so I took the couch and we both went to sleep. I don’t know escort anything anymore. It’s so frustrating. The more I think about it, the less I know what to do. Alright, fuck it. He invited me before, I hope his offer still stands. I got off from the coach and went to his room. The door was open, so that was a good thing. The curtains were not drawn (he lived on the top floor so he wasn’t afraid of people peeping in), and I could see him. He was on his back, both arms behind his head, he looked pretty asleep. I guess I must have struggle with my thoughts for longer than I thought. It wasn’t super humid, but it was still summer, so the covers barely covers up to his waist. He looked very good, his strong upper-body shined. He was surely in his underwear, and it made me looked stupid in my t-shirt and shorts, so I stripped to my trunks and got in the bed. He was on the far side of the bed, like he almost inviting me to come. I got under the cover, trying not to wake him, and laid on my stomach with my head on his hairy chest and one arm around his waist. He smelled so good, and he was so comfortable. Only a few moments after I had settle myself, I felt him moving a bit and he put his arm around my back, squeezing my shoulder. He didn’t say a word, but that simple gesture made me feel all alright. Like everything was going to be ok, and at that time, I regretted nothing, and all my confused thoughts melted away. I slept so well. I woke up the next morning with him spooning me. I was pretty sure he would wake up with a dead arm, because I probably sleep on his arm the whole night. The next surprise was to find his hand practically on my junk, which was hard. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I slowly moved his arm, trying not to wake him up, as I had to get out to go to the bathroom, as it was an emergency. When I got back, he was on his back again, and he moved his head toward me as I entered. I couldn’t read much on his face, other than sleepiness, but he was smiling. Well, as much as a guy who just woke up could. He slowly got up on the bead, resting his back against the headboard. He was full on grinning at that point. “What’s funny?” I asked him. What he answered caught me by surprise. “Nothing, just admiring how fucking sexy you are. I didn’t know teens wore so sexy and tight fitting underwear nowadays.” First, I never heard him swear, so that got his point across even more clearly. Also, I heard him called me cute before, but sexy, never. That had two effects on me. First, it made me blush like ten shades of red and purple. I just got out the bathroom and had looked at myself in the mirror and sexy was not what I would have called myself, my hair were a mess and I had some new pimple. Second, the way he said it almost made got me hard on the spot. All I could do was mutter a thank you, I wasn’t used to get compliments like that. “You want to go back to sleep or you’re ready to start the day?” He asked. If was face was any indication, I wanted more sleep. I rarely got to sleep in during the weekend, so I welcomed the opportunity, I also wanted to cuddle some more and couldn’t wait to get under the cover to hide my arousal state. “I don’t think I’ll go back to sleep again, but I wouldn’t mind being lazy in bed this morning.” I told him. He simply lifted the cover, inviting me in. I saw that he was wearing black boxer shorts, so classic. We went back to the same position we woke to, except he had his hands in mine this time. He whispered to me “Thank you.” That was unexpected, why would he say thanks? “What for?” I asked. “For being awesome.” Alright, that was even weirder. I decided not to push the issue; I was feeling comfortable in his arms. We laid there without moving, enjoy the moment, as if time itself had slowed to make sure we could savour every seconds of it. He was the first to break the spell by saying “Penny for your thoughts?” Honestly, who says that other than old people? “I’m not thinking anything right now other than this feels really nice.” “Cool. Just so you know, I like this quite a lot too. For me, physical intimacy and closeness is one of my favorite ways of expressing affection.” When he said that he squeeze my hands a bit. “It’s easy for me to talk, say words. Any words. My first boyfriends used to say that I loved the sound of my voice so much and that was why I never shut up. I try to control it when I think about it. But what I want to say, is that holding you like that, it’s my way of showing affection. So I hope you don’t mind me touching you all the time.” I was a bit speechless, what do you say to that? I had a witty comeback for that, but I didn’t think it was appropriate, he was all emotional and stuff. Ah, what the hell. “You can touch me wherever you like.” I let out a small laugh, to make sure he got I was simply messing with him, he couldn’t really see my face in our position. “You crazy sex monkey!” He said laughing loud. He then let go of my hands, swiftly threw the cover away and got on top of me, straddling my waist. I was on my back with a very surprised look on my face, I never expected to get a rise of him with that joke, and was very anxious of what was happening next. I wasn’t scared because he had a big grin on his face, so I knew be wasn’t angry. He then got a serious look on his face and said “You ready?” What did he meant with, I could never have guessed. He started tickling me on my sides! I couldn’t even remember the last time someone tickled me, let alone got physical with me. I started to trash around, trying to get free, but he was putting all his weight on my midsection, so I couldn’t really move away. He weighted a ton, but it kind of felt good to have him on top of me. “Ok! Ok! I yield!” I said, hoping for him to stop, I was getting a bit short on breath. As I was catching my breath, I got good look at his half naked self. He was huge, had a nice flat stomach and nice pecs. You could tell he was working out, but he still didn’t feel intimidating because his muscle weren’t super defined like all those guys that live for the gym. He also had hair on his stomach and chest. “You okay there, champ?” He told me. I guess I must have been staring longer than I thought. “You got wood, I can feel it.” Damn, I didn’t even realized it. I did realize how red I must have gotten on the other hand. Something else than escaped my lips, something I was begging to know. “Do you really think I’m sexy?” As I said that, I started looking away, not really wanting to see him tell me he didn’t. He had probably said that to make me feel good. He answered with a question of his own. That what something he often did. “Why do you ask that? Didn’t I just say that this morning?” The fact that he didn’t immediately contradict me got me scared, that he indeed didn’t think I was good looking. Damn it, why do I have such a knot in my throat right now? “I’m just a kid, I’m small and I’m sure I’m nowhere as hot as your other boyfriends. I mean, you’re so nice to me already, you probably said that to make me feel better about myself.” I still wasn’t looking at him. I had so much fun with him already, and I had found someone with who I could be myself. It really was too much to hope for someone as mature and experienced as him to like me back. He was still not saying anything, surely not knowing how to say that I was right. “Bax.” What? I should have just kept my mouth shut, everything was fine I went and asked that stupid question. “Baxter!” He say my name with such a strong yet calm voice, I had to face him. I couldn’t identify the emotion on his face at that moment, but he leaned in close to me, put his hands behind my head and brought his lips so close to mine. After I understood what was happening, he finally kissed me. It was different from our first kissed on Wednesday. The last one had a passion and delicateness that said “yeah, I think I like you too”, but this one had a desire, a force behind it and a hunger that said “I want you”. He broke the kiss after a few seconds, got back into a more upright position and told me “Yeah, you are younger and have a different body, but let me tell you this. I love brushing my fingers in your brown messy hair.” As he was talking, he was making his points across by actually doing it. “I love looking deep into your brown eyes, with their spark of wit. I cannot… stop… kissing… those tender lips of yours and licking… that sweet neck of yours. I won’t get tired of those strong arm that can hug me back as strong as I hug you. You’ve got a firm chest that holds the biggest heart I’ve seen in any men. You’ve got the cutest outie belly button in the world, surrounded by killer abs. A nice happy trail that leads somewhere I can’t wait to venture, I’m pretty sure there’s a firm butt hidden in those white tights trunks of yours, and strong legs that can carry the most handsome young man I’ve seen.” To be fair, he stopped exploring my body at my abs. His next few words had a little tremor in them, as if he too had a knot in his throat. “So please, don’t ever doubt of izmit escort bayan how attractive you are in my eyes. It’s ok to have insecurities about your body, but you really shouldn’t, especially since you’re not done growing up.” Wow. Hearing all that made me start crying on the spot. It was not tears of joy, nor sadness. Simply tears of relief. It felt so good to hear all that, even if I thought he had exaggerated to make his point. They didn’t last long, and saw a relieved looked on his face. He got it. I lifted my upper body a bit and hugged him really close. I asked him “Can we kiss again?” He smile and brought his lips on mine, still holding me close. What ensued was a really long period of rolling around the bed, lips always glued, expect to breath now and then. My hands where roaming his short hair, his neck, his back. His were the same, but he concentrated mostly on my hair and neck, which drove me crazy. Who knew getting you hair stroked felt so good. Everything felt awesome in fact. His lips were great, and he was kissing me gently, slowly, like he savoring me. At first I was kissing forcefully, wanting to devour him, and my hands were everywhere, but his delicate passion made me slow down, and really got me to focus on everything that was happening. I enjoyed our kissing so much I almost forgot I was hard. As much as he said no monkey business (I really started to love how funny that expression was), our hardness were constantly grinding each others. I took a small kissing break to tell him “Hey Al, if we continue like this… I think… that umm… I’m gonna make a mess.” He kissed me once and said “I know it’d be heartless to stop now. You really ok with it thought?” “Huh hell yeah” “Than feel free to make a mess.” Before I realized he said yes, he was kissing me even harder, and rolled me on top of him. He then did something that surprised me. He grabbed both my butt cheeks and made me grind into him even harder. It was crazy! No one ever touched me that way. It felt so good, because he wasn’t doing this to please himself (ok maybe a bit) but to please me. He wanted this, wanted me to go all the way. I started panting and he matched his hips with mine, creating so much contact, and his hands on my ass made me explode in my underwear like I never did before. I was sure it got through the cotton and onto his stomach. I even made some sounds I never did before, as I always wanted to be quiet. When it was over, like three years later, I collapsed on him, out of breath. He hold me and kissed me on the head and patted my hair and back like you do with little kids when they are sick. When I caught my breath I said “That was incredible.” “Yeah, I can tell by how sticky my stomach is!” Now that my sexual high was gone, I became really embarrassed and self conscious again. “Sorry, never thought I’d made such a mess.” I tried to get up and get myself cleaned up, but he held me on top of him. “Don’t.” He only said the one words, so I thought he meant not to get up because he wanted to cuddle more, but he added : “Don’t ever apologize for that. It’s all right, it’s pretty cool actually. You know, you’re gonna have to get used to those things, sex things, at some point. It’s cute that you get embarrassed because you’re not experienced yet, but if you keep holding yourself back because you get embarrassed, you’ll miss a lot things, and you’ll never experience intense orgasm like that because you’ll always be up in your head. Does that make sense?” It did, it really did, but I got hung up on something I read in between the lines of what he said. “Does that mean that you want to do more sex stuff with me?” I looked up at him when I said that, I really wanted to see his face when he answered. He grinned, took my hand and placed it on his tented boxers. I felt him a bit and he was rock hard, but as I got nervous I removed my hand. I don’t know why, wasn’t that what I wanted? “What does that tell you, cute monkey man?” As much as I loved being on top of him like that, I was sweaty, really sticky in my boxers and hot, so I rolled over and laid beside him on my back. “But you said last night that nothing was going to happen if we slept in the same bed.” “Not to brag, but I’m pretty good at reading body language and at picking up hints. You told me you never had sexual partners or a boyfriend. Yesterday, you didn’t want to get out of the bathroom to get your clothes, you could have put on a towel or something. That told me you weren’t super comfortable with your body. When you got changed to go sleep you had a full night clothes kit, even in summer, so I assumed you didn’t want to cuddle during the night. I know every teenage boys want to get off, that’s biology, but that’s not the same things as sex even if you don’t realize it yet. I knew you were angry when I told you no sex, because you thought that meant I didn’t want sex with you, EVER. Which is the opposite of true. I just don’t want to burn steps simply because I’m more experienced.” At that point he stopped talking, so I said “Damn, you do love the sound of your voice!” That was meant as a joke, and he laughed hard. “You ass! And you always got to be so smart, no!” We laughed for a bit, and he added “But in all seriousness, you get what I meant? The part about not wanting to burn steps?” I thoughts for a while, but my brains was a bit mush right now, and my blood was starting to get sent elsewhere… again. The closed room was starting to reek of sweat and sex, and the stickiness simply reminded my body of what just happened. “I think. Well, not really.” Like he had his answered already prepared, he said “Well, the more ‘usual’ way things happen is, both person are inexperienced, so they learn together and start with the smaller things first, the less intimating stuff and get to know each other’s body and what they like and don’t like and so on. Or, they both are experienced, and depending on whether or not they want to go slow, they get to the big stuff right away.Since you’re not experience, and like I said, it’s super amazing, and I am, I could show the big stuff now, but I feel that I would be robbing you of the pleasure of discovering it all yourself.” How lucky was I? This super sexy and intelligent and caring man was willing to wait for me, a kid with nothing, to be ready to do whatever I wanted. A few tears found their way to my eyes. Fuck, was I an emotional mess today. As I was wiping my eyes, Alex saw me, he got on his side, looked intensively at me and started saying “Hey hey, Bax, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to go all way you know?” I smiled, but still rubbing my eyes. “That’s not it, dummy. I’m just happy right now. I just can’t believe how happy you make me feel. I’m such a crybaby, I never cry normally.” He got into a more sitting position and open his arms, inviting me to hug him. “Cry as much as want, if you’re sad, happy, angry or simply confused. It always ok, and in my eyes it makes you a much bigger man to cry and admit it than to keep it all inside.” I got up sitting on the bed, scooted closer to him and hugged him. “You really always know the right thing to say, don’t you?” He laughed a little “Remember you said that, because believe me when I say that that’s not the case. I can guarantee that I’ll say dumb and wrong words a lot in the future.” I asked him, even if I was deadly embarrassed again “You still hard?” “Nope, seeing you crying because I thought I said the wrong thing killed it pretty fast.” “I feel kinda bad that you didn’t… you know… and I did.” Fuck this was hard, no pun intended. I just hope talking about sex wasn’t always going to be so awkward. “Well, that’s very sensitive of you, but that okay. I really want these first few time to be all about you. And as I can see and feel you’re ready to go again, ah, the joy of being fifteen.” Fuck fuck fuck, he really saw everything, and I swear it really had a mind of its own. He gave me a soft kiss on lips, and said “You want to go again?” I nodded yes to his question. “No, tell me.” “Yes.” I felt my face heat up even more as I murmured the word. “Yes, you want what?” He was really going to make me say it? “Yes, make me cum again.” “Now that’s more like it, cute monkey man.” Damn I love that nickname. He started kissing me more, and I thought it was going to be like last time, but after a few kisses he stopped and said “Ok, a few rules, for now since this is about you, you can’t touch me below the waist, so you can focus on receiving instead of giving. Also, both our underwear stays on, I want the first time seeing you totally naked to be a bit different.” Oh? I kept in the back of my mind to ask what he had planned. “Lastly, you still ok about what you said earlier? About letting me touch you anywhere?” “Yeah. I guess.” I felt safe with him, but I was still somewhat embarrassed about being asked that in a very serious manner. “Ok, since you’ still have some hold up, if you want me to stop, just tell me. I won’t be angry or anything, promise. But you’ve izmit sınırsız escort got to tell me, with words. Don’t be ashamed to say what you like or don’t like.” “Ok, cool.” He looked into my eyes, and said “You ready?” “Yes.” I said it with firmness, to show him I really was ready. “Just before we start, I’m going to be on top of you, so if you ever feel like switching, you say it or move me.” And with that, round two started. He started by kissing me, hard., both his hands on the back of my head, preventing me from breaking the kiss. He kissed me like it would be our last kiss ever and it could never end. When he broke it I was almost dizzy and had to catch my breath a little. My dick was throbbing in my sticky underwear like crazy. He then pushed on my back, spread my leg a bit with his knees and installed himself between my leg. He leaned into me, but instead of kissing me on lips, he kissed my neck. Slowly, tenderly. His hands were intertwining mine, it felt so good I moaned a little, and I wanted to touch myself so much, but couldn’t. After having kissed and explored my neck with his mouth, he put my hands on his body and said “Go ahead if you want.” I simply started running my hands through his stomach and chest. His body hair was so soft, his skin so hot. Pressing my hands into his skin was wonderful, his muscle soft and hard at the same time. He stated exploring my body with his hands too, tracing every line he could find on my body. “Your body is so unbelievably hot and sexy you know.” I wasn’t expecting him to talk, but it really got me going to have him compliment me like that. This time he wasn’t reassuring my body image, but he was actually lusting after me. “Your boyish yet firm pecs, you hard nipple, your defined abs. I can’t get enough of you.” His hands were than running down my sides, it was so intense. I wanted to exploded again, expect this time there was no grinding to help me, so I went to grab my dick to help me a bit. He felt the movement of my arm, but he stopped me with his hand. “This is about me making this about you. If you want to cum, tell me how you want it.” How do I want it!?! There was no way I could think of anything right now. He was right, the more I started thinking, the more I got hung up on the little things, like how loud I was breathing, how much sweat I was getting on his bed, on how embarrassed I was to be seen so horny and turned on. I don’t know how he did to pick up on that, but he said “Baxter, my man, it’s ok. This is a safe space. This is fun, this is love. I want to do this for you, with you. I don’t find you weird, or ugly, or stupid or anything. You are simply wonderful for being who you are.” At that point I didn’t have any more hang ups, and I went in to kiss him. I did it on my own, not because he told me to, not because it felt good to let him do it to me, but because I wanted to. I wanted him to make me feel good. I moved around, trying to let him know that I wanted to be on top again. He got the message and we moved around so that I ended up top. “Can you put your hands on my ass again, and make me cum like last time?” I was more confident than before, but not enough to order him around. He kissed me quickly and said “With great pleasure!” He then lowered my whole body, so that this time, instead of having our head at the same level so we could kiss, we had our groins at the same level so I could grind on his dick instead of his stomach. His hands went down, but instead of putting them on my underwear, in he went inside them and put his hand directly on my ass checks. He pressed down on them, while firmly grabbing them, and we grinded. He was putting so much pressure on me and our dicks were practically rubbing on each other, that I came in a few moments, letting out big moans, not caring if anyone heard me. So much came out, even for my second orgasm of the night, that it even soaked his underwear too. It was incredible. I knew my experience was limited, but it was the best orgasm of my young life. “You okay Bax?” What did he think? “I’m so sticky, I’ve probably soaked your boxers too. I’m out of breath, but above all else, I feel great. I really love you.” What can I tell you, it slipped. I meant it, but we already had agreed that we would wait for both of us to agree on it before saying it to each other. “It’s alright, that’s the sex talking, and I’m happy you’ve overcome your nervousness, if just a tiny part of it. I had a blast too.” “I’m starting to feel really bad that you still haven’t.. you know… orgasmed.” It felt almost normal to say it, but I knew that it was because I was talking to him, and no one else. “It’s alright. Hey, how do you feel about a shower and a change of clothes? It might be a good idea to get out of the bedroom before the smell became permanent!” We both laughed at that. “Yeah, get a bit of stickiness off me.” I was wondering if he wanted for us to shower together. His shower wasn’t huge but we could fit. He answered me when he said ” I’ll let you first, since you know…” He said it while humping me a little, letting me feel his hardness. “Alright, let me grab my clothes and I’ll go.” I grabbed my bag, and I went toward the bathroom. As I was about to close the door I heard Alex say my name. “Yeah?” “You still feel bad about me not cumming?” I don’t know where he was going with that, but I owed him to see where it was going. “Yeah, kinda. Why?” “Please don’t judge, but could you take off your underwear and hand them to me, without letting me see you naked? It’d be a great help.” Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but it was harmless enough. I got behind the door, dropped my undies and took them in my hands. I’ve had an idea of what was going to happen, so I brought them to my face to smell them. God! They reeked! Not just of sex, but also of sweat, and the front were so soaked that you could almost taste my sperm. I put my arm through the door opening. “Have fun while I shower!” I said giggling. “Oh I will!” I closed the door, and was about to jump in, when I heard knocking and Al said “One last thing I got to say before I forget. If you still want to compare yourself to my exes, let me say that you’ve got be best ass of them all!” I was so happy the door was closed, because I actually turned deep red. Six months later. I woke up to the sun shining on my face, basking me in its heat. I was on side, my back to his chest and he had an arm around me keeping me close to him, as if he was unconsciously saying that he would never let me go. It’s not as if I had any intentions of going anywhere, I was happy where I was, snuggling up close to the man who changed my life, enjoying the warmth of his body. I’ve heard people say that in a relationship, things tend to turn stale and boring. I’ve been waking up next to him a lot in the last six month we’ve become serious and I can’t see how I could get bored of it. It’s not simply about the physical aspect, which is great, who am I kidding, it’s unbelievable, but it’s also the part about being in a relationship. Doing things together, thinking of the other while you’re doing something else, never being truly alone. The important part that makes it all so great and unbelievable is the feelings that come with all of it. The feeling of belonging, belonging with someone who WANTS you, who makes you feel SAFE, whom you TRUST completely to have your best interest and also someone who genuinely wants to see you succeed and be the best self you can be. It took me a while to understand these feeling for what they were, but once I got there, it all made sense. Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for him, because I worry that he gives me a lot more than I give him. He taught me and still teaches me so much about life, society and how to become a man I can be proud of. I worry that because I’m only fifteen years old and he’s twenty six now, I can’t give him as much as he gives me. Once again, I pushed these feelings aside, even if I knew he would want me to talk to him about them, so that he could help me work through them. He is always open to my insecurities, but rarely pushes me to talk if I don’t want to, which is great. I let out a little yawn, and decide that it’s not yet time to wake, and pushes against my boyfriend’s (it still feels unbelievable to say it even in my head) back and put my arm around his. I could feel his hardness against my butt, and him tightening his embrace on me vigorously, which probably meant that he was awake. “Good morning.” I whispered to him. “Sorry if I woke you up, it still early if you wanna get right back to sleep.” “Sush than, and hold me close, my man.” He often calls me that when it’s just the two of us, and it never ceases to warm my hearth and send butterflies in my stomach. With as less movement as possible, I turn around on my other side so that our face were only inches apart, and put my arms around him as much as possible, and hold him and grinded into him. This was one of my favorite way of us being close without being too sexual; I had no intention of starting a wild morning of sex, at least not yet. He grumbled something like “god” and “love you”. We laid there for a while and I felt myself drifting back to sleep. Yeah, more sleep was good.

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