1. Caden&Nicolas - Part 1


    Date: 5/22/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Boy / Boy, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: VanillaNightt, Rating: 73.9, Source: sexstories.com

    in that moment. And then he told me he loved me, and I said, “I love you, Nicolas,” and for the first time in my life a boy rose his face to meet mine and his lips fell against my own. That was two days ago. And since then everything’s felt rushed. But I don’t mind. We talked more, about everything, and for the first time in my life (yes, again!) I felt myself sexually attracted to someone almost immediately. But are we really rushing if I've felt this way all my life, and he the same? It’s a cool night out. The passing of the final hurricane left behind a trail of heat, but with a storm brewing off the coast again (this time, the weatherman is promising it won’t be anything more than a tropical depression) Florida has given us a moment of comfort. I can’t help but be still beneath my blanket, my body numb in the freezing temperature of my room. I’m made of ice, and I can imagine my lips struggling to keep from turning as blue and purple as possible any second if I fail to provide heat. But the truth is the only heat I need is hidden away behind a door to my left, across the room, a small line of light illuminated through a veil at the bottom of the threshold. I can hear the water pouring, slamming against skin, falling down to pelt the ceramic tile at his feet. And even though I have every right to stand to my feet, march my way across the room and venture into the room to join him, I do not. I steal myself a moment’s time to gain the courage I need, to convince myself ...
    that I am not making a mistake. The making of a mistake I am not. I can hear the water suddenly cease to fall, and the scraping of metal hooks glide across the bar above his head. Immediately I push myself off the sheet, reach below the hem of the covers until I grab my boxers and tug them off. The cool temperature catches me and I shiver, yanking the thick fabric back up to my chin and I cover my naked body. And then light floods the room and I can see him standing in the threshold, his body slick with water, his hair dripping wet and midnight black, a towel lazily tied around his hips. He smiles, leans into the threshold and crosses his arms over his chest. He smiles wider, his lips parting, and the crookedness of it is enough to make me orgasm. “I’m clean,” he states the obvious and doesn't move from his spot. His hand falls down his abdomen and falls on the towel, nervously playing with the fabric. I swallow and feel my mouth water. “Do you feel better about this now?” He shakes his head in disagreement, but the sudden growth beneath the towel shines through his heart’s deception. And I’m feeling it too, now, and his eyes skim down my body until he sees, and he smiles, licks his lips, and walks his way to the bed. He sits down on the edge and reaches forward to remove the fabric from my chest. And then he bends towards me and kisses my neck, his hand tracing along my jawline. I twist on the bed, pull away so that I might lay my pillows against his until we’re in an embrace ...
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