IN THE DARK

MM Straight to Gay First Time

EDWARD RAINES

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           This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental.

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He’s always getting us into trouble, and yet I can’t turn him down. When he lays me back to stare up at the night sky, I feel like I might be falling for him.

My buddy Blake is dragging me out on another one of his adventures: UFO watching. I don’t care about UFOs, but I go anywhere Blake goes. Until tonight, I never thought about why I always follow him. Now I’m starting to realize things about myself I never knew I was keeping inside.

Out in the wide open field, under the stars, I feel closer to him than ever. I don’t know how to confront how I feel or how to tell him. But as the night progresses, I start to realize that he may feel the same as I do. It’s now or never. We can keep our secrets hidden in the dark.

This is an LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) short story with romance themes.

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In the Dark

“Come on; this is the place,” Blake whispered over his shoulder.

The eighteen year-old stomped over the tall, unkempt grasses and weeds, attempting to clear a path in the thicket so that he and his buddy could continue up the hill.

The evening air was cool—almost chilly—as it nipped at Blake’s sinewy arms and legs. He huffed for breath as he led the way up the hilly slopes and trudged through the overgrown grasses. The workout was enough to leave a slight hint of sweat under his arms and near the hairline of his blonde bangs. He brushed them back and turned his blue eyes up to the starry night. The sky was black and purple with pin lights shimmering above.

Close behind Blake was Drew, a dark-haired and more muscular teen. Drew watched as Blake bent weeds before him and he followed on the improvised path. The eighteen year-old jock held a smirk across his lips.

“This is crazy,” Drew laughed. He shook his head and continued, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Finally, they arrived at the crest of the hill. The land opened up below them and the city was far in the distance, shining with a million street lights and open windows that looked into the nameless, lively homes.

The hill was shallow and wide. If it had not been for the exercise in getting to the spot, Blake would not have known it was elevated at all. When they arrived, he grabbed a blanket from his backpack and set it out across the grass, which had become much shorter and more malleable.

Looking up, both teens saw the majestic display of stars that decorated the blackness of the night sky. “Damn,” Blake muttered, trying to comprehend the vastness of the night, which seemed to stretch forever in all directions.

Drew’s dark, greyish-brown eyes searched over the horizon. He saw in the foreground, the silhouettes of small farm mills and corner gas stations that littered the two-lane highway of the small town just at the base of the hillside, with the larger city in the distance.

Drew did not know why he’d agreed to join his friend Blake. He knew that, deep down, it was hard to resist when Blake invited him along to go ‘UFO-hunting.’ Even being a jock and a skeptic, it was hard to turn down a night of looking for UFOs, even if he thought the entire notion was more than a little absurd.

Blake had been Drew’s best friend for only a year or so by that point. Despite many moments where Drew believed he’d started to understand the blonde, he was always cast into doubt all over again whenever the eighteen year-old would mention a new idea—always seemingly wilder and more ridiculous than the last. One time before, Blake had attempted to build a radio transmitter in his parent’s backyard; another, he’d tried to build a device that could see through the walls of the local bank, to, as he put it ‘look for gold inside the vaults.’

Of course, none of these ideas had ever panned out, and Drew was happy to stand by and watch his buddy face the reality of his kooky ideas. More importantly—and selfishly—it was entertainment for the jock; something that was hard to come by in their small town. Any real entertainment required making the thirty-minute drive to the bigger city. And even then, being high school seniors, it was few and far between that they ever had the chance to do this without being hassles by parents or cops.

Drew was happier than anything that Blake’s latest idea required no real law-breaking; at least, none of which he could think. It did not sound as though it would come anywhere close to the trouble the blonde had gotten the two of them into, only a month before, when sneaking into a junkyard on the edge of town. Blake had concocted the little ‘heist’ so that he could procure a specific hunk of metal he would need to build a homemade that he had been working on for months.

There was something too endearing about the eighteen year-old to for Drew to resist. The football jock knew it, even if he knew it was probably better for his reputation, his popularity—and his sanity—he could not fend off Blake’s charming invitations to get into a bit of trouble. Drew knew it all, and he knew that regardless of how strange Blake had seemed to most in their small Midwestern town, he’d had more in common with the blonde than anybody else he’d ever met. It didn’t seem to matter just how different they were on the surface. There was something, to Drew, that made Blake irresistible company.

Drew had been a varsity football player at their high school for the previous two years. He was approaching college after the summer with a full scholarship to one of the biggest football Universities in the nation, thanks to the talents he’d honed in school.

For years, Drew did not know that Blake even existed. It was only when the two were stuck together for a project in their Junior-year biology class. Blake eyed the tall jock from across the room. He was unfazed by Drew’s short, neatly-styled dark hair and chiseled, muscular build. He happily made his way across the room to introduce himself to the stranger because, to Blake, the gamble on a stranger was better than the cold, unfeeling faces of the students he’d already known for many years.

Little had Blake realized the notoriety of Drew and why he should have already known plenty about the decorated quarterback.

The high school had boasted endlessly of Drew’s feats and accomplishments, yet somehow, the attention had not reached Blake, who was always far too into his own thoughts and projects.

The footballer had been more than thrilled to have the blonde bookworm practically invite himself into his science project. The last thing Drew had wanted was to go into a senior-year science assignment without the help of a knowledgeable partner. The only thing on his mind by that point was football, girls and his upcoming task of taking over the world of college football. In his mind, it was far too much for him to have any resources leftover for a science project.

And given that the assignment regarded the asteroid belt, something of which Drew didn’t know the slightest thing about, Blake was a welcome sight.

“Do I know you?” Drew had asked Blake after the blonde approached and sat beside him in an empty chair.

“I don’t think so; my name is Blake,” the blonde said, with a welcoming grin.

After a slight pause, the blonde cocked a grin and nodded. “And you are?”

“You don’t know me?” Drew said. The jock felt a slight relief by this. Being a hometown celebrity was more pressure than the quarterback had ever expected. It was nice to not have to live up to the prior expectations of one of his classmates.

Drew knew what talking to the short, lanky blonde would mean. Even if he did not know Blake, and did not quite peg him for a ‘nerd,’ given the blonde’s tidy style of dress and clean, fresh appearance, he still knew that Blake was somebody he never would have talked to outside of that very moment.

But, in a class with no friends or familiar faces, Drew was all by himself, and his teammates—infected with jealousy of Drew’s accomplishments—had become less and less friendly as the months of his senior year passed. Little did Blake know that, by the time he had wandered himself into the jock’s life, Drew was veering quickly towards a complete identity crises. Drew had not realized it at the time, but Blake’s bright, blue eyes, dimples and wispy, platinum blonde hair was just what he had needed.

The pair became fast friends, and soon enough the friendship had Drew questioning if he had even wanted to continue playing football at all. It was a decision that he’d kept close to his heart and well-hidden from his teammates and coaches.

But, for Drew, there was something about Blake—something he could not put his finger on just yet. But it was something that Drew knew he needed. Only, he did not know just how much.

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The pair waited until it was nearly midnight to sneak out into the field atop the hill. Technically, the pair had been trespassing on the land. But, as always, Blake couldn’t help himself.

An online forum for fellow sci-fi enthusiasts had indicated to Blake that this particular latitude and longitude had been the site of a previous ‘alien abduction.’

Upon hearing this revelation, Drew rolled his eyes.

As if going to look for UFO’s wasn’t enough, he’s going to get us out in the middle of nowhere looking for some supposed alien abduction site? Drew had thought to himself upon hearing the plans.

“You don’t have to go,” Blake told him.

Of course, Drew knew it wasn’t necessary for him to join along. But, secretly, he wanted to join Blake.

The new friends had already done a few things together. Drew didn’t want to admit it, but he cared about the wellbeing of his skinny blonde classmate more than he would have ever let on to anybody, including Blake.

And so, the pair found themselves under the breezy summer darkness of night, stargazing and ‘UFO hunting.’

“I’ll admit, this is pretty cool,” Drew quipped.

His brown eyes continued to gazed in all directions into sky.

He looked down to eye Blake, and saw a grin on the blonde’s lips in the bright pallor of the moon’s luminance.

“So, um… what’s the plan, exactly?” Drew asked. He had started to grow antsy, already.

Blake laughed and shook his head. “You aren’t big on this sort of thing, huh?”

“I mean, I thought I made that pretty clear back at your house when you told me about this little scheme,” Drew said. “I guess I’m not as patient as I’d like to be.”

“Introspection—not bad for a jock,” Blake said. “Soon you’re not even going to recognize yourself in the mirror,” he added, with a taunting grin.

Drew gave the blonde a playful shove and laughed.

Blake called him out on it. “You secretly love this alien stuff, don’t you? It’s cool—you can tell me; it’ll be our secret,” the blonde added continued.

“What?” Drew said with a crooked smile and a scrunch of his brow.

Blake set a small cooler down onto the blanket that he’d carried up the hill. He pulled open the lid and revealed the few items inside. A pair of energy drinks sat inside a mountain of ice cubes, along with a sandwich that he’d brought along, of which he intended to offer Drew the other half.

“So have you done this before?” Drew asked the blonde.

The jock crossed his legs and put his hands behind his back to prop himself up as he continued to look into the sky. The awesomeness of the big, night sky had taken him by surprise. The light pollution down in the valley had been such that he had never quite noticed just how incredible a night sky could appear when not competing with streetlights.

Blake shook his head. “Nope; never had anybody to come out here with. So, thanks for joining.”

“Yeah, you owe me big time,” Drew smiled.

“Oh?” Blake asked. The blonde’s thick brow pulled up with amusement.

Blake stroked his chin for a moment—playful and overly dramatic.

“Maybe I can think of something to make it worthwhile,” he hinted.

Drew hadn’t caught on to this development. The jock had been far too busy eyeing the sky to realize that his buddy had been watching something else besides the stars.

Blake’s blue eyes scanned the muscular athlete. Blake bit his lip and continued to look at his friend. He felt a gallop in his chest as his heart sped. He knew that after all that time; Drew still had no idea that he curious about more than just the stuff of science books.

The cover of darkness provided a certain degree of discretion for Blake, though the moon’s light was bright enough that Blake knew he would still need to be sneaky.

Blake regretted that he and Drew had ended up on the hill and he had still never told Drew that he was gay, even after weeks of friendship.

Their time had been enjoyable enough and, considering they were both from a small farm town, Blake knew the odds of Drew accepting this—let alone understanding and continuing to be his friend—were next to impossible.

Blake didn’t bring up the fact that he’d once even had a boyfriend and had been physical with another guy, before.

But why worry about all of that? Drew was his straight friend, and he knew from the get-go what he was gaining with the dark-haired jock; a platonic friend that would never have any interest in him beyond the companionship he likely sought from his buddies on the football team.

But Blake had grown more desperate. He’d grown closer to Drew and was not sure how much longer he could go without confessing the truth to his friend.

And this particular evening was proving to be no different.

Though Blake had fully intended to go ‘UFO hunting’ he knew that a few hours alone with Drew would be a nice break from the constant scrutiny of their small town. He knew that, soon enough, people might start to wonder why the pair was always hanging out together. And though Drew’s reputation as the handsome, popular and very straight quarterback had plenty of slack before it might be called into question, Blake’s presence might only serve to make the quarterback’s reputation less solid.

Down in their town, Blake would steal a glance or two at his buddy, especially when Drew wore only his football practice shorts; the shorts that were short enough that he could see dangerously far inside Drew’s muscular thighs.

But, otherwise, Blake kept himself strictly platonic in his thoughts and his actions.

“So, that’s the big dipper, right?” Drew asked as he pointed up to the sky.

Blake was surprised by Drew’s accuracy. He nodded his head. “Yeah. How’d you know that?” he said with a smile.

Drew laughed and gave Blake a playful shove. “Come on, man. Everybody knows that one. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.” Drew gave Blake a side-glance and grinned, though the blonde couldn’t see this in the dark.

He only shrugged and agreed, “Yeah—maybe so.”

Drew wanted to rub in the fact that he knew more than Blake had thought, but he couldn’t do it. He was never able to leave Blake feeling insecure, and he quickly confessed his secret.

“I mean, maybe I got on Google on my phone for a minute or two before we came out here,” Drew laughed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Drew continued. “I figured I should check out some of this stuff beforehand, so I’d know what I was looking at, you know?” The dark-haired jock rubbed the back of his neck and felt a slight tease of nervousness. He wasn’t about to admit to Blake, or even to himself, that he’d done it because he simply cared enough about Blake to take an interest in the space stuff that seemed to pervade his mind.

Instead, he smiled, and let the breeze roll in and brush through his hair. He quickly started to pat it down, retaining the nicely styled crop cut he’d gotten earlier that day. Blake did the same, teasing his shaggier blonde locks and laughing. “I should have brought a baseball cap or something,” he said, as he looked over to see Drew adjusting himself. The dark-haired job patted down his clothes, and pulled on the hems of his shorts, tugging them down slightly as they’d bunched up over his hips. Blake watched as the bulge in his shorts shifted against the thin, beige cargo fabric.

Blake’s heart jumped for just a moment as Drew turned and suddenly caught him looking. If it’d been in the middle of the day, he would have had some explaining to do. But being in the dim light, Blake simply saved himself with an improvised excuse. “Um, can you hand me one of the energy drinks from the cooler?” He said, eyeing the little plastic container, which sat just on the other side of Drew’s legs.

Drew reached over and grabbed into the ice, pulling out a can. He tossed it over to Blake, and his eyes grew wide with shock when it only hit the blonde on his leg. “Fuck!” Drew said. “Dude, I’m sorry.”

Blake laughed and dismissed this with his hand. As he went to reach for the drink in his lap, his fingers ran into Drew’s. The jock had reached over and touched his thigh instinctively, to make sure it hadn’t been in too much pain. Blake’s body tightened at this, but he continued to brush it off. “Don’t worry about it, man.”

“Uh, sorry,” Drew said, before pulling his hand back and nervously turning back toward the stars. “So, how many stars are there, anyway?”

“I don’t know; trillions?” Blake said, laughing.

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’? Isn’t this like, your whole life?” Drew asked.

“No way,” Blake argued. “I’m interested in the UFO’s, dude,” he continued. “Stars aren’t my specialty,” he said, feigning a playful bravado. Drew only shook his head and laughed. “You’re something else, Blake.”

The remark left the blonde turning his eyes, just carefully enough to see the jock sitting beside him. Drew’s warm body pulsed against his own, and his scent wafted atop the breeze, riding it right across the underside of Blake’s nose. The clean musk had always tantalized him, but something about it mixing with the fresh air, left him more pained and desperate than usual around his friend. He knew he should tell Drew that he was attracted to men, and he’d even wondered with a bout of frustration, if he shouldn’t tell him that night. The entire day before, he’d planned to do so. But sitting there beside Drew left him too nervous.

And the football star wasn’t exactly relaxed, himself. He sat his hand back onto the cotton blanket, and watched as it felt like he could actually see the Earth spinning before his very eyes. He felt so insignificant; so had his problems. He’d been plagued for a few weeks by then, on whether to fight the feelings welling up inside him, or not.

He’d already been conflicted ever since his father had made a jeer toward his bachelorhood. “You going to get out there and play the field, or what?” His father had asked him, laughing. “These are the best years of your life, son, and the girls aren’t getting any hotter.”

Drew had rolled his eyes at this. So I’m not dating a revolving door of women; so what? He’d thought to himself in that moment. Of course, he hadn’t had the courage to make this remark to his father, so he simply shrugged and laughed. “There are a few girls on my radar,” he said, lying. The truth was, ever since high school had ended and he felt like the need to maintain some image of machismo had died down slightly, he hadn’t pursued women nearly as much. He was more interested in hanging out with Blake, and trying to figure out just what the hell he was going to do with his life.

“What was that?” Blake asked, bringing Drew back to reality for a moment. The dark-haired jock shifted his legs and looked up with confusion. “I didn’t see anything,” he said. He turned to see Blake’s wide smile, and he couldn’t help but smile just the same, watching the eighteen year-old with his lips hanging open in wonder. He wanted a small piece of what Blake had, and wondered if perhaps that was why he was always hanging out with him that semester.

Blake took a sip from the tin can in his hand, and Drew turned toward him. “Um, could I have a sip of that? It’s cool if not.” He rubbed the light stubble on his jaw and waited with a nervous anticipation. Had he made a weird request? Was the blonde going to find this just as weird as he did? “What are you going to give me?” Blake asked, with a cocky grin.

“What am I going to give you?” Drew asked. “I’ll give you a knuckle sandwich,” Drew said, before stepping up and leaning forward. He grabbed the skinny blonde guy and laughed as he jumped toward him. Blake laughed hysterically as the two playfully shoved each other for a moment, and he tried hard to keep hold of his drink. He couldn’t believe the suddenness of Drew, and his heart set into a race as the two fell atop one another, with Drew on top of him, looking down over his eyes.

“Shit,” Drew said, breathing heavy and pulling back. He coolly grabbed the drink from Blake’s hand and sat beside him, before taking a sip. “That’s what I thought,” Drew added, tasting the cold, carbonated drink. It cooled his throat, and left him slightly cold as another gust of cool, summer breeze pushed around them.

Blake looked over in awe. His hair was messed, and his heart was still racing. More than anything, his body was tight. His cock swelled in his shorts, hardening and growing stiff against his boxers. He grabbed the ends of his shorts and hunched over, hoping to hide the hard-on in his pants from Drew. Drew was too busy looking at the stars to notice. But after a moment, he turned over toward his blonde friend and looked quizzically at him. “What are you doing?” Drew asked.

The blonde had hunched forward and shot him a defensive expression. “What do you mean?” Blake asked. “I’m just sitting here.”

“Huh,” Drew said. He hadn’t been convinced, and he quickly grabbed Blake’s shoulders, pulling him back. What are you hiding, dude?” Drew asked, laughing and trying to tickle the blonde. Blake’s legs came up and back down atop the blanket, and he felt the hard staff in his shorts, tug and pull as his body bent and twisted.

“Shit,” Drew said, as his hand ran over the hardness in Blake’s shorts. “Sorry,” he said, before pulling back. But this wasn’t before he’d let his hand linger a little longer than either had expected. He slowly dragged his hand down Blake’s thigh, before pulling off, and returning back to his side.

“You’re really touchy tonight,” Blake said. “Is there something I should know, Drew?” He said with a playfully dramatic tone, signifying that he’d caught his friend’s true intentions right then and there. Drew only laughed and shrugged. “Whatever,” the dark-haired stud said. “Maybe you’re just seeing things because you want to see them.”

“Like UFOs?” Blake asked.

“Maybe. Maybe something else,” Drew hinted. The dark-haired stud couldn’t believe the words sliding from his lips. He hadn’t intended to make anything tense or awkward between the two of them, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from the flirtatious lines. He smiled curiously and finally turned back up toward the sky. Blake looked over and watched his athletic friend’s body with want, and with desperation. He would settle for a hug or a kiss from the big, towering stud. But more than anything, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

So he turned back, too, and the two of them watched the stars. They caught a falling star for a moment, and Drew quickly shoved Blake, insisting he make a wish. “Come on, quick,” Drew urged.

“Make a wish?” Blake asked.

“Yeah; haven’t you ever heard of that? You make a wish when you see a falling star,” Drew explained with a hurried tone. “Come on, come on.”

“Um,” Blake started. “I wish that one day I can be honest with everybody,” the blonde said with a soft tone. “What? What kind of wish is that? What are you even talking about?” Drew said, laughing. But he only laughed to hide his own connection to the wish. He’d sympathized with it more than he’d ever expected to. The truth was, the wish cut right through him. Granted, he didn’t know in what context Blake was using it for himself. Perhaps his blonde friend had detected a hint of confusion in Drew’s soft and hesitating movements over the past few times they’d hung out. Maybe Blake had picked up on more about Drew, than Drew had ever sought to advertise. A soft jog set on his heart, and he felt his body rife with anxiety, angst and desire as he looked at Blake’s cool, blue eyes. They radiated, even in the dark moonlight, and they almost seemed like planets in and of themselves, ready to orbit the vast sky above them.

Blake only shrugged. “Ok, then. What’s your wish? Hurry,” he said, as the tail of the star dissipated.

“Shit,” Drew said. He’d been too busy wrapping his mind around Blake’s own wish, to think of his own. “I wish that… you would tell me what you’re going to give me already, for wasting my night out in a crop field,” Drew said with a laugh.

The wish swirled in Blake’s mind, but he was quiet. He wondered what the dark-haired jock might want, and only smiled. He wondered if there hadn’t been a way to break the ice between them, and feel out a few things for himself in the process. He saw Drew eyeing him from the corner, and he turned to face him. Drew had been sitting right next to him, and his heat was only stronger than ever. He bit his lip and cocked his brow.

“Well what do you want? You make it sound like I owe you a blowjob or something for all the trouble of star-gazing,” Blake said. The words singed his lips with lust. He couldn’t believe he’d said it, but the proposition was out there now, circulating them just like the breeze. Though it had been delivered as a joke, his heart sped, awaiting the jock’s response. He’d expected laughter and a sarcastic dismissal; maybe with a brush of Drew’s wrist as was typical with his friend.

But Drew only turned and flashed a devious grin of his own. “A blow job, huh?”

The response had been far from anything Blake expected; it was flirty and quiet, unlike the playful wrestling moves he’d expected Drew to unleash on him. Blake’s heart sped and his hands dug into the sheets of the blanket beneath them, as he watched Drew and gave a small laugh to try and break the new level of tension between them.

He had no idea that the dark-haired jock was considering it; that he was playing a game of his own, to feel out his friend. The two were like detectives, seeking out the answer to the same mystery, albeit from two different sides. Neither of the young men seemed to understand that the other was fighting something deep inside them. And yet, both seemed to want the other to confess just that.

Drew let the words hang in the air for a moment, as the breeze rustled him to life once again. He inhaled the fresh air and felt his body thudding, as his heart sped in his chest. He’d already known that if for some unthinkable reason, Blake had actually been offering him a blow-job, he would happily accept it. Of course, it would be on the grounds of simply reclaiming a debt; he wouldn’t enjoy it or anything. At least, he wouldn’t admit as much to Blake.

The blonde lay back further on the blanket, letting his abs tighten and relax, until the firm bulge in his shorts had been prominently displayed on his body. The big, round hill, served as the highest peak on his horizontal body, and with Drew stealing glances toward him, he wanted only to bring more attention to it. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he should completely refrain and make one big conversational u-turn, lest he be branded a queer by his likely homophobic footballer friend. But he couldn’t do it. He was too damn curious to know if Drew had anything at all inside him that was just as desperate.

Blake had to know. And as his body tightened with a firm grip of lust which came around every inch of his skin, bringing a blanket of goose bumps across it, he waited for Drew to reply.

“Ok,” Drew finally said. “You’re on.”

The words slid from Drew’s mouth and stung Blake like a series of daggers, as if he’d been some medieval warrior hurling arrows toward his fortress. “Uh, what?” Drew said, with wide eyes.

“Hey, you offered. I’m not into that or anything, but you know; if that’s what it takes to make us even, I guess I’m willing to go along,” Drew said. The dark-haired jock wondered if Blake could tell he was completely full of shit. Now, it had been Drew who owned the moment and the burden. He was the closeted one between them, and any more pushing of the matter, and Blake would know it for certain.

“Yeah? I mean, it’s only fair that I come through on the offer, then,” Blake said. He eyed down at Drew’s lap, and bit his lip. He watched the hard bulge in the jock’s shorts, and could barely contain his exhilaration. His blue eyes must’ve doubled in size as he pitifully failed to remain casual about the entire ordeal. He shrugged and simply added, “Ok, come on. Get it out, then.”

He was shocked when Drew almost immediately reached for his shorts. The dark-haired stud eyed Blake and with a moment of suspense, held his hand over the button above his zipper. This was the moment of truth, and he couldn’t believe he was about to reveal himself to the blonde. But he found himself with the irresistible urge to do just that. And if an offer was on the table, it only made it easier to do so.

Drew grinned and unbuttoned his shorts. In the pale moonlight and breeze, which left goose bumps across his skin, Drew slowly slid the zipper down on his shorts, all while Blake watched closely. His chest heaved with short, fast breath. Adrenaline surged through his body, and he wandered his eyes over Blake, as the blonde continued to lay there, with his shoulders and head propped up by his elbows digging into the blanket.

“You really want to do this?” Drew asked, with a final offer of retreat.

“Well,” “Blake said, with a soft breath devoid of any cockiness or playfulness. “I mean; if that’s what is going to make up for this boring night, then I don’t have much of a choice. So go ahead; I want to see what you’re so confident about showing me.”

Blake gave a small laugh, but his chuckle turned to gasp, as Drew yanked his shorts and his boxers down, letting his giant, hard cock come springing out. The pink, hard staff became pale white in the moonlight. He sighed with delight as the breeze wandered around his cock and balls, and he felt a shiver of lust as he sat there, exposed before the cute blonde.

Blake cocked his brow and his lips were left hanging open. “Um, it’s… it’s really fucking big,” he laughed. Drew shrugged and flashed a cocky grin. “Are you surprised?”

“Not really,” Blake said. “I mean, I always thought you had a big… I mean, I didn’t think it would be like, massive or anything, though,” the blonde added, stumbling through his admiration of the powerful tool.

Drew laughed and bent forward. He pulled his legs into the air as he slid the shorts and boxers down to his ankles. The nakedness felt amazing, liberating, as he sat in the cool breeze, waiting for Blake’s hand to touch him. The anticipation was intoxicating; it left him in a daze of desperation and want. Blake neared him, pulling his upper body forward until his head hovered just over Drew’s cock. The blonde licked his lips as he stared down at the tip, and he grabbed his soft, lithe hands around the pulsing shaft.

“Fuck,” Drew sighed. He laid back at Blake’s insistence, and the blonde gave a few slow strokes to his shaft, teasing him with pangs of pleasure that crawled up his legs and swelled in his core.

“Do you like that?” Blake asked.

“Of course I do,” Drew whispered. “Do whatever you want.”

The admission left Blake light-headed and impatient. He sank his mouth down over Drew’s flared cockhead, and at once tasted his friend’s clean, sweet cock on his delicate tongue. The warm, tight fit of the blonde’s lips sealing around his head, left Drew moaning out into the empty night sky. He clenched the blanket in his palms, before dragging a hand over Blake’s blonde hair, and running his fingers through it carefully. Drew tightened his eyes and buckled his hips, instinctively thrusting them up as Blake’s soft but skilled mouth sank deeper over his warm, thick flesh.

“Just like that,” Drew begged. “That’s fucking amazing.”

Blake was more aroused than ever before upon hearing the affirmation. He wanted nothing more than the ability to bring Drew untold levels of pleasure. From the moment he’d seen the jock in the biology classroom and he’d approached him, Blake had wanted that very moment to unfold. He’d never expected that it could happen so naturally, though. He took every advantage of it, and sank deeper onto the warm, rigid flesh. The jock’s massive cock head stretched his mouth, and thrust slightly toward his throat, before Blake pulled his mouth back and gasped into the quiet breeze.

“You’re so good,” Drew moaned.

“You think so?” Blake asked. “Because I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

He knew that he shouldn’t confess such a thing, despite the fact that he’d held Drew’s cock in his hand, wet with his own spit. Still, could he actually confess that he’d anticipated that moment? Would it ruin things? What if Drew had actually meant it when he insisted it was only the fulfillment of an offer?

But Drew moaned and quietly confessed the very same. Blake sank his mouth back over the long, thick cock, and felt the hard, crested head filling his mouth. He wanted to taste the athlete’s seed so desperately. But he had something more in mind, so long as Drew wanted it, too.

Blake pulled off, and started to speak, but as he did, Drew sat up and shoved him into the blanket. The dark-haired jock pressed his lips hard against Blake’s, and tasted his mouth as their tongues twisted with one another’s. “Fuck,” Blake gasped, as Drew pulled back. “You’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted this forever.”

“Good; that makes two of us,” Drew said. “But now that you’ve fulfilled your offer, I’ve got to return the favor.”

Drew reached down and ran his hand over Blake’s hard cock, before the blonde reached down and undid his shorts. Drew reached inside the band impatiently, and at once felt his blonde friend’s hard cock as it pressed up against his taut navel. He stroked the underside clumsily, leaving Blake gasping out with bliss, as he hunched forward and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. There, beneath the moon and the night sky, the jock found Blake’s cock and immediately sank his lips over it.

The taste of Blake’s cock had been more perfect than he could have imagined. He swallowed it whole, and pulled back. He returned again and again, each time leaving Blake a prisoner of complete ecstasy. The blonde gripped Drew’s hair hard as the jock’s mouth sucked his cock hard and fast. Drew came up beneath his chin and grabbed Blake’s tight, soft ball sack. The two orbs slid in his hand, and Blake moaned loudly as the added sensation left his body in a maze of euphoria.

“Fuck yes,” Blake breathed. “I want more, Drew. I want more,” he moaned.

Drew sucked harder, and pulled off for a moment, before sucking his own finger. He sank his mouth back on the blonde’s skinner, longer cock, just as he dragged his finger behind Blake’s balls. There, he took his finger, wet with his spit, and slid it over the blonde’s tight opening. The teasing along his ass left Blake howling into the night. With every movement, he only wanted more.

“I want you inside me, Drew. I want it now,” Blake said defiantly. Drew quickly slid a finger inside the blonde, opening up his ass. As his finger felt the warm, tight sleeve gripping him, he felt the blonde’s body tighten. Blake’s legs writhed in place, as Drew only sucked him harder and harder.

“You’re going to make me cum!” Blake complained, in a fit of rapture. He begged Drew to pull back, and just as his cock started to throb uncontrollably, the dark-haired stud pulled himself up.

He yanked off his shirt, letting his muscles glow in the soft moonlight, before grabbing Blake’s ankles and pulling the blonde’s legs into the air. “I’m going to fuck you so sweet,” Drew whispered.

He bit his lip, looking down at the tight asshole just under the blonde’s tight balls. Blake’s sack tightened from the cold air, and Drew quickly pulled a hand down over them, massaging them and letting them hang just over his opening. Drew smiled, and felt more natural than ever. He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck Blake. He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck another man. But the reservations were gone – floating away in the breeze that night, as he slid a wet fingertip over Blake’s asshole and watched with delight, as the blonde wailed in reply.

“You like that?” Drew asked, before shoving the finger back inside. “Can you handle my cock?”

Blake eyed up toward his new lover and nodded. He reached for Drew. “Fuck me,” he begged. “And don’t stop until you’ve cum inside.”

The invitation left Drew hungrier than ever. His entire body flared as he grabbed his cock, and lined it with the blonde’s tight asshole. The mere sensation of his cock touching Blake’s ass left the blonde restless with want. He spit on his cock and glazed it, before doing the same for Blake’s ass.

“Fuck,” Drew moaned, as he slid his cock just inside of Blake’s ass. The warm, tight grip reluctantly accepted his wide cockhead, and enveloped it. The warmth spread throughout his entire body, shielding him from the cool breeze passing over his body. He threw his head back and thrust slowly inside the blonde.

“You’re so fucking big,” Blake growled, as he set his hands atop Drew’s muscular, naked thighs, and guided the jock inside him. The sore pain swelled through his ass as he rode it out, all for his new lover. He didn’t care about the tightness in his ass being broken open around Drew’s ridiculously thick cock. He would have ridden it out forever, just to have that moment. Blake held on and bit his lips tight, as he eyed up at Drew and winced.

“It’s because you’re so tight,” Drew called back. His cock broke deeper into the blonde’s asshole, and he watched as the tight seal devoured his length, inch by inch, and the warmth grew. He grabbed Blake’s cock and started to stroke, and the blonde hurled lustful moans into the empty field. His eyes could only see the moonlight, beaming down, as his dizzied lust left him begging for more and desperate to fulfill the chemical need inside him.

As the soreness subsided, he felt the pleasure swelling in his core. The tight, short pangs of pleasure settled behind his cock, and teased him with release. As Drew stroked his cock, he bit his teeth and tightened his eyes. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum so soon.”

“So what? That’s the goal,” Drew laughed. He gave a sharp thrust and started into a rhythm as he fucked Blake’s tight hole over and over beneath the pale moonlight. The sounds of their moans mixed with the empty breeze, leaving an echo of bliss swelling from that lonely spot in the middle of the field.

“Come on,” Drew moaned. “Give it to me. I want to see you shoot. I want to feel it.”

He stroked harder, until Blake lost all control.

His entire body writhed and swelled with pressure. He became a machine without any control, and felt his ass clench down and release on Drew’s cock, over and over and without any work on his part. The long, white ropes glistened in the moonlight as the shot over his chest and he cried out into the air. He sat up and grabbed Blake, begging him to cum just the same.

“Fill me already!” He growled as the continuous moans left him a captive.

His ass tightened wildly and left Drew unable to hold off any longer. The dark-haired jock shoved his cock deep inside and felt the warm sweat on Blake’s ass, as it slapped against his pelvis. He slammed his cock over and over as the familiar fire burned deep inside him and grew too strong to contain.

“Fuck!” Drew growled out, shattering the silence of the empty summer night.

He wondered if his moans wouldn’t reach the town square miles away, as his throat swelled and his entire body ejected one heavy load after another into the blonde’s beautiful, taut ass. He grabbed Blake’s sides firmly in his fingers, to the point where the blonde howled out, and Drew’s cock throbbed wildly, depositing every last drop of his virile seed deep inside Blake’s tight, smooth canal.

“I can’t believe this,” Drew breathed as the pulsing weakened. His cock throbbed wildly a few last times, before he collapsed atop Blake’s warm body. He withdrew his cock and felt the cool air on the wet skin as he came down next to Blake. Their chests heaved and the two of them embraced in a kiss, before laughing together.

Blake could feel the warmth deep inside his contracting core. He gave Drew a kiss on his lips and shook his head in disbelief. “So you wanted this too, right?” He asked, with a sudden moment of concern.

“Fuck yeah, I did,” Drew said. “And I’m so glad you did. It’s been hell wondering if you were… you know.”

Blake laughed and nodded. “We don’t have to wonder anymore. And I guess we don’t have to go stargazing again, either.”

“Well,” Drew started. “If this is what it entails, I’m up for it any time.”

The two held each other and looked up into the stars. The lights seemed brighter than ever, as if they were seeing them for the very first time.

* * *

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