Out of the Rain

by Junco

Chapter 15 - Hot Little Boy

I felt myself drifting, almost dreaming, and was still feeling the after shocks. I didn't want him to move, but the more he relaxed, the heavier he got. We lay together as long as I could take him, but his weight was too much. I still liked feeling of him inside me, and didn't want him to leave me.

"Okay. It's time," I said, and he began to withdrawal from me. "Slower. Please, don't leave me so fast." He slowed down, but it was still too fast, and just as he withdrew from me, I felt total and complete emptiness. It didn't hurt, but felt so strange, like I wanted him right back inside me. He collapsed on the bed beside me, and we held each other very tight.

"Thank you baby, thank you so much," I said. "You did me right." It seemed like that was all I could say, and the boy I loved hugged me, and held me. I felt so loved at that moment, it seemed like the happiest I had ever been. We were just two boys, in love with each other, holding each other, as our passion began to transform into something else. We weren't kissing, or rubbing each other, just holding on, enjoying peace, and the feeling of somebody close.

I woke up and realized James was gone. As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw it was still light outside, and apparently I hadn't slept too long. Then I got the aroma of his cooking. It smelled so good, and seemed to draw me toward the kitchen, and I saw him there working at the stove.

"There's my boy," he said turning around to face me, and we fell into each other's arms. I was loved, and I felt that from him. My heart was still full of joy, and being held by him seemed to bring it all together.

"You smell so good," I said.

"I ah...took a shower while you were asleep."

"What's cooking? It smells almost as good as you do," and I breathed in his scent again. I had my head resting on his shoulders, enjoying his embrace.

"Just some chicken, and some mixed vegetables."

"I'm hungry."

"Me too," he said.

"Yeah, well you had a work out," I said, backing away from him, grinning ear to ear.

"You did too."

"Not quite. It's more like, um, you worked me out."

"And I had fun doing it," he said then kissed me. "You are just so hot."

"I am?"

"Yes! You are one hot little boy." Never did I think as being hot, never heard it from anyone before, but then no one had ever touched me the way he did.

"I think you made me that way."

I scouted around the kitchen till I found my shorts lying there on the floor, and put them on. I went to go sit down, and my eyes closed, and I felt so dreamy. James was back at the stove, and put the chicken in the oven to keep it warm. I half opened my eyes to see him walk over to me.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Oh yeah."

"I didn't hurt you?"

I opened up my arms, and he took a half step toward me, and I held him. "You didn't hurt me baby."

"You sure looked like you were in pain."

"I was, but I got over it. Phillip said it would be like that the first time."

"Just now, you had your eyes closed, and I wasn't sure if you still hurt."

"No nothing like that. My butt is just a little sore, but it's a good kind of sore. It's like I can still feel you inside me, and it...don't know. Just feels good."

"So you have a happy butt." I just smiled. I didn't know how to respond to that. "Are you going to be ready to eat soon?" He asked.

"I'm starved."

"I'll start the vegetables then. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes." I watched him cook, as I sat there, still soaking up the feelings in my body. What a wonderful feeling it was, as my mind and my body seemed in sync with each other, so at peace, and so happy. Sitting down made that tingly feeling even stronger, as I continued to feel him, reliving his making love to me. The feeling seemed to have no end, it just kept going, kept me in a totally different state of mind. I was just drifting along, till he brought me my food, and the steaming hot food in front of me, brought me to another state of mind. I was hungry!

"So how did it go with Phillip today?"

"Much better than I thought."

"Well that's good. So you guys are still friends?"

"I think we'll always be good friends. It's cool having a friend that understands you, and knows how you think."

"Wish I had a friend like that," he said quietly.

"It's okay babe. I think in time you will."

"I don't know where to even look. How do you find someone, when you're always trying to keep your identity hidden."

"Um...that's a good question," and I pondered his statement.

"I've known Phillip a long time, and he kept it hidden from me. I'm not sure I want to be like that. I mean, I was scared at first, but I'm not feeling that as much. Maybe we'll figure it out. I could always ask Phillip for some kind of advice."

"I'd like to meet him," he said. "Maybe he could come over, and you know, we could cook out or something."

"That would be cool. I've been over to his house a zillion times to eat, and his mom is a really good cook. But she is so cool. She knows that Phillip is gay, and is perfectly fine with it."

"That is cool. What about his dad?"

"Didn't see him today. He always goes to play golf on Saturday afternoon, but from what I know of him, I'd say he's fine."

"You haven't told your parents yet, have you?"

"No. Just not ready to, but maybe soon."

"Do you want me to be there when you tell them?"

"Wouldn't have you anywhere else," I said and smiled at him.

When we were done with dinner, we relaxed on the couch and watched some TV. We lay together on the couch, and I still felt peace in my soul, something that seemed to come out of his love for me. I felt like I was heading down the right path, and everything seemed so perfect, every aspect of being gay, was fitting into place, like I always belonged there.

When we went to bed, I came out of the bathroom last, ready to get in bed, but James was standing in my way of the bed, and without a stitch of clothes on. He hugged me first then let go, and started pulling off my shirt. Then he pulled off my shorts, and I climbed in first, and he was right behind me. We talked for a short time, and professed our love for each other, then got as close as we could, and still be comfortable. Sleep came quickly that night as I enjoyed his skin against mine. I didn't remember waking up completely, but was aware of him right next to me, touching me and holding me. It was wonderful, being loved, being held, and just being close. Sleeping with James always brought me comfort, but now we slept together closer than before, and with no clothes on, and I liked that even more. I woke up, all tangled up with James, and felt him stir a little. It was morning already, but I wasn't ready to get up yet. It felt so good being next to him, and I didn't want to move. I think I fell back asleep, because when I woke again, it seemed lighter outside. I opened my eyes, and felt his hand brush my hair out of my face.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Good morning baby boy. How did you sleep?"

"Really good," I said, and breathed out a deep breath.

"I was watching you sleep," he said. "You looked so peaceful."

I turned toward him, and kissed him. It was so loving the way he kissed me, but very sexy too. I felt something stirring within me, and I was wanting him again, a desire to be his, and a passion so strong, that I felt it in my soul. We broke away from our kiss, and we were just staring at each other.

"What are we going to do today?" He asked.

"Don't know, but I have to pee first."

"Me too," he said, and got up before I could, so I waited on him. When he was done, he headed for the kitchen, I guessed to go make coffee. It took me a minute to get up, but then went to pee, and brush my teeth. James had brushed his too, and I wanted my mouth to be fresh for him. I came out of the bathroom and was stretching, and had my arms up over my head, looking out the window. I didn't hear him come in, and he grabbed me from behind while my arms were up. He kissed the back of my neck, and I immediately fell into him, while my head flopped to the side, allowing him to kiss me more. He wrapped his arms around my chest, holding me tight as my arms went down to my sides. I felt myself getting hard, heard myself making little sounds, and it only seemed to fuel the fire for him. I knew he was getting excited too, felt that part of him at my butt. His hand left my chest, down my stomach, down further till he got to something very hard, and he began to stroke me. It was a surprise at first, that feeling that went through my whole body, as I heard my moaning sounds get louder. His kisses on my neck were interrupted by his ever quickening breath, and I felt that too, air coming out of his lungs, spilling out onto the back of my neck.

"I want to make love to you," he said.

"PLEASE. I need you."

We walked together, still plastered to each other, and stopped in front of the bed. He put one arm around my waist, holding me, and his other arm on my back, as he gently pushed, and I bent over, resting my elbows on the top of the bed. He kissed his way down my back, as his hands started feeling my butt. He kissed his way back up, and I felt his hard steel rod, creeping up between my legs till I felt the length of him right at my little hole. He did this several times, and each time he got back near my neck with his kisses, his arms would wrap themselves around the front of me, and I could feel him, so hard, and right where I wanted him. I could also feel his excitement, feel him breathing hard, and it only made me want him more. On one of his trips down, as he kissed my back, I felt him move slightly to the side and reach for something, and my anticipation of what was next made my body start to tremble.

He stood up and backed away from me, and I felt his hand, wet and slippery, and it slid up and down, till he found that spot. He put more lube in his hand, and carefully, slowly eased his finger into me, and I let go of my high-pitched cry. He kept working me, moving his finger around inside, and my body started trembling even more. I felt his finger withdrawal, only to be replaced by two fingers, and I felt myself draw in the biggest breath and hold it. When I exhaled, it was a cry that came from me, as the ultimate pleasure took its hold on me. He was loosening me up, but also driving me insane again, as his fingers were moving around inside me. After a short time, my squeals started, and my legs were shaking like crazy.

"Are you okay?" He said, as he slowly carefully withdrew his fingers.

"Yeah," I said in a trembling voice.

He picked up my legs, the top part of my body was still on the bed, and gently rolled me around, till I was laying on my back. He raised my legs up, bent them over my head, and leaned down to kiss me.

He backed away from my lips, and said, "I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart."

He stood up, and put both my legs on top of his shoulders as I saw him put some lube on himself. He was so beautiful, watching him stroke himself, that part of him that I wanted inside me. His movements were so fluid, his muscles flexing, his arms, and his chest, and I watched him touching that special part of him. He was already big and strong looking, but now without any clothes on, and seeing him like that, he looked even better.

I felt him there at the entrance, as he slowly made his way inside me. He felt so big inside me, like he was stretching me out, and it did hurt, but just a little. He was careful, did so like an expert, and stopped. He went a little further and stopped again.

"You let me know if it hurts."

"I will," I said.

"I sort of lied, because it just didn't feel as good as I remembered, and there was a little bit of pain. He went just a little further and stopped again, waiting for me, as my breathing slowed down, and I relaxed. He did this several times, each time I let out a small cry of pleasure mixed with just a little pain. The pain was more like a surprise, but each time we waited till my breathing slowed, and I was always okay by then. When he was all the way in he just stood there for a minute, then bent his body down and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss at first, but as I relaxed, and got use to his size inside me, I became strong, passionate, and I kissed him back hard. My arms wrapped around him, and I pulled him to me

We were both out of breath, as our excitement grew stronger, and kissing each other became more difficult, but I wasn't letting go. I liked that part of him, his mouth, his tongue, exploring him with my own mouth and tongue. I relaxed my grip on him, and he rose up looking into my eyes.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too sweetie. He rose all the way up, placed my legs back up on top of his shoulders and held them there. He started moving in and out of me slowly, and I watched as long as I could. Watched his arms as they gripped my legs, watched his chest expanding and contracting breathing out air. I watched the muscles in his chest, so strong and powerful. He looked like a god to me, moving, and I was feeling him moving, slowly in and out of me. He changed his tempo, started moving faster and harder, and I could watch him no more. My head crashed back down to the bed, started turning from side to side, and the sounds I was making continued to get louder. It was hard to describe that feeling, hard to put it into words, but I was enjoying ever minute of it. I felt him grip my legs tighter, and move just a little faster, and that only sent me to another level. I didn't know how much of him I could take, felt like I had to come, but didn't. He had me at the edge of the cliff again, so close, and I wanted to touch myself, wanted to release what was inside me, but I only lay there, taking all of him in me.

When it seemed I could take no more, and release was so close, I moved my hand down to touch myself, but he stopped me. He stopped moving inside, held my hand, as I looked up at him to see him smiling at me. Slowly he backed up, easing himself out of me.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see," he said, as I felt the last little part of him leave me, and I felt that vast emptiness, and an overwhelming desire to have him right back inside. I gave him a look of disbelief, not wanting this to be over yet. My legs were still in the air, and he rolled me to my side, and I lay there for a moment recovering. He gently picked me up off the bed and stood me on the floor, and rotated me around till I was facing back toward the bed again, and he was right behind me. It was amazing to me how strong he was, and how easily he moved me.

Now my back was to him, and elbows resting on the bed, as he entered me again. I welcomed that feeling, good to have him back inside again. It felt so tight, almost like he had gotten bigger somehow. I looked back behind me to see him put lube on his hand, and then I felt his hand, as he found my dick, and I thought I would come again, but still I didn't. He released that hot part of me, held my hips with his hands, and started his slow movements in and out of me. I felt him bend his knees a few times while he was moving, and he found places inside me, new places that sent ever increasing waves of pleasure through my body. That slow rhythmic movement continued, and the feelings inside me intensified. He moved faster, straight in, straight back, the in stroke becoming harder, more deliberate, and it almost shocked me. Not that I was scared, not that it hurt, but just the opposite of hurt. It really felt good, so good, and I heard myself, heard words that did shock me. I couldn't believe I was saying them, couldn't believe I would ever say such a thing, but there they were.

"Fuck me...Fuck meeeeee.

Low and deep at first, somewhat quiet, but as he continued those words got louder, and when I said 'me', I held onto that word longer and longer. I knew I had to come and soon, and felt like I almost had come several times, but something was keeping that from happening. I heard him moaning too, felt his pace quicken, and what I was saying to him, made him drive into me harder. I reached down and started stroking myself, as my butt, moved backward to meet his decent into me. It didn't take long, and I heard his cry of pleasure, that ultimate of sounds, as he released himself into me. That triggered something in me, and seemed to be all I needed to make it happen. I usually had some warning, could feel it building before it happened, but not this time. Sure I had been waiting for an eternity to come, and I had been so close, yet when it did happen, it seemed sudden. I came so hard, so quick, and that release was so intense, that it seemed to take all my energy and my strength. I was feeling weak, and my legs were trembling, so I shifted more of my weight onto the bed. How I wished we were in a slightly different position so I could collapse onto the bed.

"Are you alright?"

"Think so," I said. Just need to lay down."

Somehow we managed to slowly ease our way onto the bed as he stayed inside me. He controlled his movements, and mine, laid on top of me, then he rolled to his side, holding me as he did it, and he remained right where I wanted him. He was holding me as one last tremor shook him, and I felt it inside me when it happened.

I thought the first time was intense, that nothing could ever be better, but there was no doubt that this was the best yet. As I lay there, I was still having trouble believing just how good it felt to me. I had felt his strength, and his power, and the way he seemed to posses me. It wasn't that he owned me, but I felt like I was his. He was in control, and brought me such pleasure, and it seemed like it was all his doing. He had made love to me, and there was nothing else in this world like it. He had taken me there, taken me to that other world, and now we lay there together, and he held me, and I felt the peace within me again, but it was stronger than last time. We were together like that for the longest time, not saying anything, but then he asked, "How you doing?

"Wonderful. You do that so well. How...um...how do you know what to do? You just make me feel so good."

He didn't say anything at first, and it really didn't matter to me. All I knew was, he did it to me, and I loved it. I felt him take a deep breath, and hold me tighter. Then he said, "I had a girlfriend remember."

"Um...yeah you did."

"Well I've had a little practice at this, not exactly this, but I guess it helps. But there's something about you, you seem to make it so easy."

"I do?"

"Your just so hot," he said.

"You said that before. What is it that makes me so hot."

"Well for one, you're cute and that helps, but it's your actions that make it so easy. You really like what I do, and I can see it in you. It's your excitement, and your energy, and I feel that from you."

"I didn't think I was doing anything special," I said. "You just make me feel so good, and I can't help it."

"And that's what makes it so special. It's you. You don't know what to expect, and don't know how to react but it all comes very natural to you."

"I do all that?"

"Yes and I love you for it," he said, and kissed me on the back of my neck, and a shiver went through my body. He kept kissing me, and it suddenly tickled, and I started to giggle. "What's so funny," he said in a stern voice, but I knew he was kidding.

"You're tickling me," I said, and he did it again, and I giggled even more. I rolled slightly, thinking to get away from him, but we were still attached, and I felt that suddenly, and didn't want to move.

"What's wrong? Can't get away from me?" He started kissing me again, and I giggled even more. It became uncontrollable, one giggle leading to the next, and I squirmed some more, but he was still inside me, and there was nothing I could do to get away from him. He stopped kissing me, just held me tight and the giggles went away, as peace and contentment flooded my soul. We lay together like that, as I enjoyed my peace, and being held so close to him.