Emerald Oceans – By Randall Stanhope
It was his eyes that caught my attention. A pair of bright, vibrantly green eyes that, even from about fifteen to twenty feet away, stood out among the crowd of people moving back and forth across the pier. Even when someone would pass between us, the moment those eyes came back into view, they drew me in like a black hole.
My family and I were visiting the Los Angeles area that weekend. Well…more accurately, my mother and I were visiting LA. For her and I, this trip was a vacation. My father, however, was there for work. He was the CEO of a major agribusiness based in Minnesota. The company had branches in every state in the Midwest, as well as a few on both coasts, including ones in both Southern and Northern California. While he was up near Bakersfield touring the facilities and farms near there, my mother and I were making the most of our time in and around the LA area.
We had already visited several of the major landmarks. We had gone to Griffith Park and the observatory, walked along part of Hollywood Boulevard and looked at the stars on the Walk of Fame, went to Burbank and saw both the Warner Brothers and Universal Studios, and of course we went to Disneyland and spent a full day there. You’d think I would be having the absolute time of my life…but inside I was miserable, and had been for a while now.
See, my parents are the kind of people who micromanage the crap out of everything. That’s fine for my dad running a successful business, but that also applies to their lives and by extension, mine. In the thirteen years of my life, my entire adult life was more or less preordained. I would take a job with Dad’s business and work my way up the ladder, eventually taking over completely when he retires. I would find a nice girl, get married, and give my parents at least one grandchild.
It all sounds perfectly fine, if a little overbearing, doesn’t it? The only problem is, I’m gay. I have absolutely no interest at all in having sex with a girl.
Obviously, my parents don’t know and I can never tell them. Not because they would get angry and kick me out of the house or anything like that. They’re not homophobic. I just don’t have the heart to break the news to them that they will never have any grandchildren.
At first, I thought I could manage it somehow. Maybe I could make myself become interested in girls and breasts and vaginas and stuff. I tried looking up some porn on the internet, but I ended up focusing entirely on the men in the videos and pictures. The women did absolutely nothing for me.
And so there I was, a lonely and miserable thirteen year old, standing on the Santa Monica Pier watching the people move about. I had left my mother to sun herself on the beach. “Don’t wander off too far, Sam,” was her only instruction to me, and I had no real intention of doing so. It would be so easy to get myself lost, and even though I hated having to stay in the closet with my folks they were still my family.
I wandered up to the pier itself and found a spot near the rail that was vacant to watch the people. Naturally, my eyes were drawn more to the guys than the girls, particularly the guys who were in better shape. This being California, there were quite a lot of them around. It was while gazing at the perfectly sculpted chest of one grown man that I saw them. Those brilliant, green eyes.
They were attached to a boy, about my age or perhaps a bit younger, with beautifully tanned skin. He had a head of thick brown hair that hung down just above his shoulders. He was only wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and flip flops, so of course I had to check his body out. I couldn’t see a speck of fat on him, and while he was far from ripped he was most definitely fit. I could see a little muscle definition in his chest and just the barest beginnings of a six pack. He was, without question, the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen in my life.
And then it hit me that he was looking directly at me. Not at a person close by, not in my general direction. Straight into my own blue eyes.
I could tell I was blushing as I realized I’d been caught staring. I just hoped not so much that he could see from where he was standing. With how pale my skin was, though, I was sure *any* blushing was enough to be seen. I decided that now was a very good time to go somewhere else. Anywhere else but here. I pushed myself away from the rail, turned towards the amusement park area of the pier and resisted the urge to look behind me and see if that beautiful boy was still looking at me.
I ducked into the first building I walked by, which happened to be a small arcade. Needing a distraction, I walked around until I found a game that looked interesting, a fighting game from about fifteen years ago. I had some quarters in my pocket, so I popped a few in the machine and selected my character.
The first match began, but I was barely paying attention. My thoughts were still filled with that boy, his toned body, his tanned skin, his thick hair, and those bright green eyes. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t even hear the sound of quarters being dropped into the slot when suddenly the action froze and the message “HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!” appeared on the screen.
I turned to see who my opponent was and was greeted by those eyes once more. It was him; he followed me. I felt the heat rise up in my cheeks and quickly averted my eyes.
“Hey,” he said and I swear it was like an angel speaking to me. Perfect body, perfect voice, and he was speaking to me.
“Uh…h-hi,” I managed to say, hoping I wasn’t making a complete ass of myself.
“I haven’t seen you around here before. You on vacation?”
“Um…yeah,” I replied. “Well…sort of. My dad’s here for business, but my mom and I are just here for vacation.”
“Cool,” he said. “I live just a couple blocks from here, so I come over all the time. This is one of my favorite places.”
“It is? Why?”
“All the eye candy.”
I assumed he was talking about all the girls in their swimsuits, but then he pointed to a young man of about 17 or 18 walking by the arcade in nothing but a speedo. “Like that guy over there.”
My breath caught in my throat. Did this boy just tell me he was gay? He turned back to look at me and grinned. I could feel my face getting warm again and he grinned wider. “You know, you look even cuter when you blush.”
I was completely embarrassed now. The boy put a hand on my shoulder and I felt an electric charge jump through me. “Oh man, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” he said. “It’s just I spotted you in the crowd and thought you looked cute. And then when you saw me looking and got all red in the face I had to come talk to you.”
By now, the game had been totally forgotten and the fight ended in a time out. I somehow manage to look at him again.
“I’m Gavin,” he said, extending his hand to me, “but my friends all call me Gav.”
I take it and once again I feel a jolt run up my body. The skin of my arms broke out in goosebumps. “I-I’m Sam,” I squeaked. “It’s nice to meet you, Gavin.”
Gavin giggled, and like his voice it’s like music to my ears. “I said my friends call me Gav.”
I blushed once more, but managed to smile. I hadn’t even thought this trip would find me making a brand new friend. Now that we were properly introduced, I felt a little less self-conscious looking Gav over. A little less. He was even more beautiful up close. His smile, which he did often, positively lit up his face, his pearly white teeth a sharp contrast from his tanned skin.
Or…was it tan? Looking him over…and only slightly ogling his chest and abs…I noticed a complete lack of tan lines around the waistband of his trunks. So perhaps this was his natural skin color. Whatever the case was, he was a hottie through and through.
“So…” Gav said, bringing me out of the clouds, “you’re what? Thirteen? Fourteen?”
“Thirteen,” I told him, to which he nodded almost approvingly. “You?” I ask, curious if my guess was right.
“Twelve,” he answered, and I grinned. “And am I right in assuming you’re gay?”
A sudden panic hit me and I looked around, almost instinctively, as if my mother had maybe appeared out of thin air. When I calmed back down and took a moment to breathe, I realized I didn’t necessarily need to worry so much. “Y-yeah,” I said. “Um…how could you tell?”
“It was the way you were looking at me, and the way you blushed when you realized I was looking at you. I bet you got lots of boyfriends back home, right? Cute guy like you must have lots of them.”
I sighed as reality came crashing back down on me. I shook my head. “Hardly. I haven’t even had one.”
Gav looked at me like I was a Martian or something. “Whaaaaat?”
I briefly told him about my situation and how that had forced me into the closet.
“Oh man, that sucks,” Gav said when I finished telling him.
“I know,” I said, trying to hold back a few tears. “And it isn’t that my parents are homophobic or anything. It’s just that they really REALLY want at least one grandchild, and I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Gav stood there, thinking for a moment, then leaned in close. “Wanna hang out with me?”
I blinked, not quite believing my ears. “Hang…hang out?”
“Yeah, like…like a date,” he said. “I wanna get to know you a little better. If you want, of course.”
I still was in disbelief. This boy, this beautiful, gorgeous boy had just asked *me* out. Me, some random kid he’d only just met. He was beautiful, but he was also a complete stranger. I didn’t know him from a hole in the ground, but…I wanted to get to know him. I had never met anyone like him, not just so good looking, but so self confident and sure of himself as he seemed to be.
And after all, what were my chances of anything even remotely like this ever happening again? As a wise man once said in one of my dad’s favorite movies, you gotta grab life by the lips and YANK as hard as you can.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d love to.”
Without warning, Gav took me by the wrist, sending yet another shock through me, and led me back out onto the pier. He held my hand as we walked. I was nervous at first, worried that people would see and judge me, but after a few moments I began to realize that hardly anyone seemed to even notice and most of those that did didn’t seem to care. We even had one cute older guy glance down at our hands and give us a genuinely warm smile. That helped me to relax and get back to enjoying my time with Gav.
He led me all around the amusement park, getting us a bunch of tickets so we could go on some of the rides. We started simple with the bumper cars, working together in separate cars to double team anyone who challenged us. Then we went to one of the food vendors and got ourselves hot dogs to eat. He tried to convince me to ride with him on the roller coaster, but that was too fast a ride for me, especially right after eating. Instead, we walked around for a little bit, exploring the other vendors selling t-shirts, hats, shades, and other little souvenirs.
Once we thought our food had settled, we went back to riding, though the coaster was still out. We went on the scrambler and I felt my heart speed up every time inertia would force our bodies together. The way Gav would giggle only made it go even faster. This was my first time ever feeling something like this, but it was plainly obvious what was happening. I was over the moon for him.
After that, we went on the big ferris wheel. I was nervous, partly because of a mild fear of heights, but also because now I was going to be completely alone with Gav. There wasn’t a large crowd of people milling about around us. It was just him, the most perfect guy I had ever met, and me in the little gondola.
Like a moment out of every romantic movie ever made, the wheel came to a complete stop when we were near the very top. Far below us, I could just barely hear the noise of the crowd. Every so often, the screams from the roller coaster would soar above it all. It felt like a whole world away from us.
We sat there, looking out onto the Pacific Ocean. I had been to lakes, even one of the Great Lakes, but standing before one of them pales in comparison to looking out at the ocean. To just look out and see nothing but water, and then to realize that it goes on even further beyond the horizon, is an awesome thing to see.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“Yeah,” I heard Gav say just next to me. “It’s funny. I grew up here, I’ve looked out at the ocean at least once a day, but I’ve never stopped to really take it in, you know? Guess I always just took it for granted.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever been to the ocean,” I said. “It’s one of the two most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life.” I turned to look at him. “The really amazing thing is, I saw them both today.”
I have no idea where the hell that even came from and it was out of my mouth before I knew it. Gav snapped his head around to look at me, just as surprised at what I said. I felt the heat rise up my cheeks again, but then I saw his cheeks begin to redden, too. Was…was he blushing? At some corny thing *I* said?
We stared at each other for a few seconds, then Gav burst into laughter. “That was maybe the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” he said. “Are you *sure* you haven’t had a boyfriend?”
I began to giggle, a little less embarrassed now. “It’s the truth,” I said. “I just wish this day didn’t have to end.”
Gav’s laughter slowed to a stop and he looked intently at me. Again, I felt myself being drawn into his green eyes, drifting closer and closer…until I realized he was actually leaning forward.
My eyes shot wide open as I felt his lips push up against mine. He was kissing me. Gav was kissing me, and it felt amazing. My initial shock gave way to immense joy. Not only was I having my first kiss, but it was with this amazing, incredible boy I was absolutely smitten over.
I closed my eyes and pressed back against his lips. I felt his hand caress my cheek, then gently grasp the back of my head, holding me fast as he deepened the kiss. At that moment, I felt something awaken deep within me. Suddenly and without any warning, I felt an almost ravenous hunger for more. I kissed him back, a low growl forming in the back of my throat. His lips were like a drug and I was hooked.
I felt a shudder run through both of our bodies. I think I even took him by surprise, because he attempted to pull back a little. I was having none of it, though. My body acted before my brain even had the chance to fire a single synapse, grabbing and clutching his shoulders as we kissed.
Gradually, the rest of my senses began to push themselves forward and I became aware that the crowd noises had increased in volume. I began to wonder how that could be when a chorus of hoots and hollers rose up right outside the gondola. I opened my eyes and looked to see that the shuddering I had felt was actually the ferris wheel starting back up and moving us back to the ground.
I quickly broke the kiss and pushed myself away from Gav, but the damage was done. We had been seen by a few dozen or so people making out like there was no tomorrow. No one seemed too put off by our public display, though. In fact, many people were clapping loudly.
“Get a room, you two!” one person shouted.
Gav quickly grabbed me by the wrist and we beat a hasty retreat, making our way off of the pier and down onto the sand. When we got there, Gav let my hand go and walked a few steps ahead of me. He had been silent the whole way here. I wondered, had I gone too far? Had I overstepped my boundaries with him? Had I just gone and ruined everything?
“Gav?” I asked, timidly. “Gav, I–”
He whirled around and looked into my eyes. “Wanna go back to my place?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“My place,” he repeated with a little smile. “It’s only a few blocks from here, and we’ll have some real privacy.”
I was torn. On the one hand, I wanted so badly to spend as much time as I could with Gav, but on the other…
“What about my mom?” I asked. “I don’t want to worry her.”
“We won’t be gone too long,” he said. “I promise.”
He looked at me with his brilliant eyes, almost pleading with them, and I gave in to my desires again.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Gav was right. His home was really close, a condominium complex about three blocks away from the pier. There didn’t seem to be anyone at the door to greet us, but Gav just punched in a code to unlock the front door. He led me up all the way to the top floor and to his unit. The entire time, my heart was pounding in my chest, wondering just what Gav had in mind. That hunger I felt before never fully left, and the more I looked at Gavin’s gorgeous body, the more I felt my dick stirring in my trunks.
He unlocked the door to his unit and stepped inside, waving me to follow. The moment I did, I felt Gav’s lips crash into mine again. I felt myself staggering back, only to bump into the door. I hadn’t even been aware he’d closed it. He kissed me at least as hungrily as I had kissed him earlier and I wondered if maybe something had awakened in him, too.
I felt his hands slide underneath my shirt, pushing it up to my neck. I shivered and flinched as his hands touched my ticklish stomach, but that only encouraged him. Gav broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it down onto the floor. He looked at my bare chest. Compared to him, I was nothing; just some skinny white kid with his ribs poking out a little from his chest.
“Sorry it’s not much to look at,” I said.
Gav just shook his head. “You’re perfect exactly as you are,” he told me, smiling as he leaned in to kiss and suck the base of my neck.
I gasped in shock. I didn’t know kissing there felt so good. My skin tingled all over the spots where his lips and tongue kissed, sucked, and licked. Gav pressed the thigh of one leg between both of mine, grinding it against my dick. I felt it harden in my trunks, causing me to whimper and moan a little.
Gav chuckled and began to slowly drop down to his knees. As he went, he ran his hands all over, up and down my torso, kissing and licking my chest and nipples. I looked down at him looking up at me, the front of my trunks poking out right at him. Oh God, I thought, this was really happening.
I sucked in my breath as I felt the tips of his fingers on my hips, forcing themselves past the waistband of my trunks. In one smooth motion, he gripped them and pulled them down my legs. I let my breath out in a thick sigh as I felt my cock released from its confinement and the open air touched it.
My cock was about four and a half inches fully hard, and it was pointed right in Gav’s face. He looked at it with his beautiful green eyes while I felt incredibly exposed. This was all happening so fast and yet somehow just right at the same time.
“It’s gorgeous,” he said, then he looked up at me. “May I?”
I blinked. “May you…what?” I asked, unsure. Surely he didn’t mean…
“May I…touch it?” he asked with an impish grin.
Again, I was torn. My heart was telling me to give myself over to him, but my brain was telling me to think about my duty to my parents. Their plans for me did not include having sex with another boy.
But this was my life, I finally reasoned, not theirs.
“Yes,” I said softly. “Please touch me.”
Gav’s grin became a wide smile and I watched in what felt like super slow motion as his hand came up and his fingers curled themselves around the shaft of my cock. The jolt of pleasure I felt was the most powerful one yet. I had jerked myself off countless times before, like any other red blooded boy, but the feeling of your own hand on your junk absolutely pales in comparison when another person touches you.
Especially when it’s someone as adept as Gav seemed to be. He began stroking me slowly, like he was sizing me up, before finding a steady pace. He twisted his hand gently one way with each upstroke, then back the other way with each downstroke. It wasn’t how I was used to jacking it, adding even more strong sensations through my body. It was a very good thing the door was right behind me to support me, or else my wobbly legs would have sent me crashing to the floor.
I watched as he steadily and expertly jerked me, my pleasure building up a bit, only for him to ease off a little and let it die down, only to build it back up again and go just a hair further before easing back off again.
“H-how many boyf-friends have you ha-had?” I managed to ask as my lungs and diaphragm were constantly short circuiting because of him.
“Boyfriends, as in *actual* boyfriends?” he asked.
I wasn’t aware of any other kind of boyfriends out there, so I simply nodded my head.
“None,” he said, which surprised the heck out of me. “I have some fuck buddies from school that I’ll mess around with, but none of them are ever serious.” He got a bit of a sad look on his face. “Some of them are closeted, some of them are just looking for a quick lay and don’t care whether it’s a girl or a boy, and some are open but aren’t looking for anything serious.”
“How could anyone not want to be boyfriends with someone as beautiful as you?” I asked, my mouth again speaking before my brain had a chance to even think.
Gav looked up at me, that impish grin returning. “Again with the epic flirting!” he said. “Are you saying you’d like to be my boyfriend?”
I swallowed. “I would be the luckiest guy in the world,” I said.
Gav stood up, still grinning. “Then let’s see what else you got,” he said as he led me away from the door and into the living room. He pushed me down onto the sofa and I watched as he hooked his thumbs in his trunks and shoved them down. My breath stopped as I saw his rock hard dick come out. I had a small tuft of hair around mine, but Gav was still completely hairless. Also unlike mine, his was uncut, though the tip was just barely peeking out from the foreskin. I also noticed that he definitely didn’t have any tan lines. So this had to be his natural skin color. Not that I really cared. He was sublime.
He stepped out of his trunks and walked up next to my head. As he climbed on top of me, I realized what he had in mind. Sure enough, that glorious cock of his was soon dangling directly over my face and I felt Gav’s hand and breath on my own. Before I had a chance to really take in what was happening to me now, I felt the most incredible thing yet as Gav took my cock into his mouth and began sucking.
“OH!” I cried out, out of both surprise and pleasure. My entire body flinched, arching my back and my hands grasping at the sofa to keep from falling off. I had watched plenty of porn online, and that included tons of blowjob clips. I knew it had to feel amazing, but nothing could have prepared me for what one actually *felt* like. “Amazing” doesn’t even come close to describing how it felt. My entire body shivered and it became difficult to breathe normally.
I heard Gav giggle, his mouth still wrapped around my cock. That alone sent shockwaves up my spine as the vibrations resonated and amplified themselves through my dick. Through the stars in my vision, I became aware that he was wiggling his hips and making his own dick swing in front of my face.
With a shaky hand, though whether that was nerves or because Gav was making my entire body shake I couldn’t say, I gingerly took his dick in my fingers. I heard Gav hum as I did, sending yet another jolt through me. As I mentally prepared myself to give my first ever blowjob, I took a moment to give his dick a good look.
I tilted it one way, then the other, angling my own head to get the best view. He looked just a bit smaller than me, maybe about four inches, with his little ball sack still hugging pretty close to his body. I ran my hand over it, feeling his balls shift around a little as I did, then returned to his shaft. I slid the skin down, revealing the head. I had caught glimpses of my classmates’ junk in the showers after PE, but this was the first dick other than my own that I *really* looked at. And like the boy it was attached to, I thought it was absolutely perfect.
But just because it looked perfect, how sure could I be that it would taste good, too? I hadn’t even *touched* another dick until just now, much less had one in my mouth. Working up as much nerve as I could, I leaned my head up, extended my tongue, and gave the tip a quick lick. Gav instantly flinched a little, letting out a muffled yelp, which again reverberated up my body.
I ran my tongue over my lips, judging how my first, admittedly brief, taste of cock was. I didn’t really taste anything I would consider bad. A little salty from his sweat, perhaps, but otherwise I realized it was just skin. Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened my mouth, grabbed Gav’s hips, and pulled his cock completely into my mouth and began to suck as best I could.
I had absolutely no clue if I was doing it well or even if I was doing it *right*, but I tried to imitate what I felt Gav doing to me. I let my lips glide along the head and shaft as I pulled him down into my mouth, careful not to scrape my teeth on it. I let it rest against my tongue for a moment as I grew a little more accustomed to how it felt. I felt it twitch a few times, just as I felt my own cock twitch inside of Gav’s mouth. I pulled my head back down, sucking gently as I felt him slide back out. When just the tip was left inside my mouth, I reversed course, pushing him back into my mouth.
I heard Gav moan softly and figured I must be doing okay, so I kept going. As I began to get the hang of what I was doing, I decided to try and match his speed and technique. I still wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but the sounds he was making suggested I was. I felt the fingers of one hand slide between my butt cheeks, rather close to my asshole. I shuddered, the mental image of his cock pushing into me immediately springing to my mind. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that, but if it was with Gavin, I would try anything.
We laid like that for several minutes, sucking each other. Our slurping and moaning filled the room and my ears. It sounded like every porno I had ever watched, but the fact that it was actually happening to me just made me grow hotter.
Before I knew it, I felt my balls getting ready to let loose. I had no idea if Gav knew, but I didn’t want him caught unaware. I let his cock slip out of my mouth to speak. “Gav…I’m gonna cum soon…”
Gav responded by going even faster. My eyes almost crossed as he blew me. I couldn’t focus on anything, so I simply laid back as he finished his work. I bit my lip and groaned loudly as I came the hardest I had ever cum before. Gavin didn’t let up for a moment, sucking and swallowing shot after shot. I didn’t think I even shot that much actual cum, but he just kept sucking until I finally just sort of sagged back onto the couch in exhaustion.
Panting, I smacked his butt. “Stop…stop…” I breathed. “It…it’s too much…” He finally slowed and released my cock from his lips, looking back and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
I laid there, slowly catching my breath, while he continued to dangle his own hard cock above me. I gave him a half-hearted smile, letting him know I wasn’t about to leave him hanging. When I felt recovered enough, I made a deliberate show of wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him back down. I went back to work on his cock, determined to give him the same level of pleasure he had just given me.
He must have been pretty far along himself, because it was only a minute or so later that I heard him speak. “Oh, fuck, Sam, I’m close.”
Now I had a choice. I had never tasted cum, not even my own, so I really wasn’t sure it was something I would like. On the other hand, it seemed like it would be rude of me to not at least try it. And at his age, would he even have anything to shoot? I had started at about twelve, but it was very thin.
I decided it would only be fair to catch his cum, if any, in my mouth, so I did as he had done and doubled my efforts. Now it was his turn to squirm and squeal as I blew him. I heard a long, protracted hum come from Gav’s lips, which was followed by the first spurt of cum hitting my tongue.
As I thought, it wasn’t very thick. It was soon followed by a second, third, and fourth small spurt. After that, his cock just twitched in my lips. His cum wasn’t half bad, actually, but that might have been because it was so thin. Still, I gulped it all down and let him pop out of my mouth with a smack.
After a few moments of silence, while we both regained our breath, Gav swiveled himself around so we were face to face. “This is the most fun I’ve had with a guy for a while,” he said, smiling.
I smiled back at him, but his comment brought another question to my mind. “How long have you been doing stuff like this?”
“Couple years,” he said, rather matter-of-factly. “I always knew I was gay and my mom always encouraged me to be myself, so I’ve never been in the closet.” His eyes grew a little sad as he looked down into my eyes. “I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”
“It’s tough,” I said with a heavy sigh. I hugged Gav close to me. “I never imagined it could be like this. I want more. If only because I may never get this chance again.”
Gav pushed himself back up and kissed me softly on the lips. “Here, let’s swap places.” He stood up, helped me to my feet, and laid down in my place. I watched with widening eyes as he raised his legs up to present his asshole to me.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“You wanted more, right?” he asked. “I don’t usually go so far so fast, even with my friends, but…I feel something different with you. I want you to fuck me.”
I swallowed and looked at his ass. It looked so enticing and I couldn’t resist my desires. I climbed onto the sofa into position and took hold of my cock, still wet with Gav’s spit. I lined the head up against his hole and slowly pushed in. There was some resistance, but not nearly as much as I was anticipating. I watched in awe as the head disappeared inside. Gav sucked in his breath sharply and I froze, afraid I had hurt him. “You want me to pull out?” I asked, concern rising in my voice.
“No, no. It’s fine,” he said, gently grabbing my shoulder. “It’s just been a while since I had a cock in me. Just give me a sec.”
I stayed perfectly still and just waited. I gradually felt the grip around my dick loosen a little and Gav’s breathing returned to something close to normal. At last, he looked at me with those eyes and nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I should be good now.”
I slowly pushed forward again and was surprised at how much easier my cock slid in. I watched in awe as all four and a half inches of it push into Gavin, but it wasn’t until I felt our skin come into contact that the enormity of this really hit home.
I was having sex.
With another boy.
I was having actual *gay* sex.
And I was having it with the most gorgeous boy I had ever met.
I took a moment to check out how it felt inside of Gav’s ass. Since it was my first time, I had no basis for comparison, of course. The closest thing I could even think to compare it to was his mouth, but both sensations were unique. Gavin’s mouth was decidedly wetter and a bit slimmer because of his spit. His butt was tighter and perhaps a bit hotter. He also would occasionally clench his butt a bit, which squeezed my cock and sent shudders through me.
“Fuck me, Sam,” Gav said softly, but with a tremendous need underneath it. “Please fuck me.”
Even as a total newb, I had seen enough porn to know what to do. I slowly pulled myself back out, stopping when only the head remained inside, then just as slowly pushed back in. I felt the tip brush up against something and Gav shook and let out a moan that resonated with something deep in my core. It made me feel…powerful. I made him make that sound. Me. I wanted–no, I *needed*–to hear it again.
I repeated my movements exactly the same and again Gav let out another moan. And another. And another. Each moan only fed my desire for him. Feeling bolder, I began to roll my hips a little faster. Gav responded with a gasp and a whine, biting his lip and squinting his eyes shut. Even like this, he was gorgeous. Perhaps even more so.
I leaned down over him, his legs pressed between our shoulders, and began to find my rhythm. My panting breath joined his moaning, sending my mind into a sexual haze. The rest of the world drained away from my thoughts. The room, the neighbors, the pier, the beach, my mother, all of it gone. It was just Gav and myself, alone in our little bubble.
As I pumped my cock in and out of him, I felt Gav begin to squeeze the muscles around his hole around me, gripping my dick. I grunted each time he did it as it helped nudge me closer to the edge.
If we hadn’t just cum a few minutes before, we probably would have already. Instead, it took me some time to build up to my next climax. Gav would jolt and jump a little beneath me as I felt my cock rub up against his prostate. Watching him like that gave me an idea. I sat up a little and reached my hand down to take his cock and began stroking him.
“Oh, Jesus!” he yelped, arching his back and clutching at the couch cushions as I jerked him off. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop!”
I wasn’t about to. In fact, seeing him acting so helpless under my touch gave me a huge rush. I synced up my stroking with my thrusts, tugging up as I pulled out and back down as I shoved back in. Gav managed to look up at me through slitted eyes and smiled. I burned the sight into my memory.
His eyes shut once again and I watched as his mouth became a perfect circle. He let out one last moan and I felt his dick throb in my hand. More of his thin cum began to shoot out onto his belly and I felt his ass clamp down on my own dick. With the added grip, plus watching Gav cum before my eyes, I barely lasted another five seconds before I felt my balls draw up and I shot my own load into him.
As our climaxes faded and we regained our senses again, I let myself sag down on top of Gav, who wrapped his arms around me. His legs and his cum were still sandwiched between us and my cock was still buried in his butt, but it somehow felt bizarrely wholesome and sweet to me to be held so close.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bolt turning and my eyes shot open as the door opened. A second later, I heard a female voice. “Ugh…Gav, what did Mom tell you about leaving your clothes on the–” She stopped as she came into the living room and saw Gav and me on the couch. “Oh,” she said, seemingly not at all surprised by the sight before her. “You know Mom’s gonna kill you if you get cum stains on the couch again.”
“Oh, relax,” Gav said, sounding a little annoyed. “We just finished and his dick’s still inside me. I was gonna get us up and shower in a couple minutes.”
Despite my utter embarrassment, I looked at the newcomer and stared. I was 100% gay, but if any girl could have made me try going straight it would probably be this girl. She looked about the same age as Gav, but more than that, she was the spitting image of him, right down to his emerald eyes. The only obvious differences were the fact that she had a pair of small breasts underneath the top of a two piece swimsuit and she had longer hair that went down between her shoulders.
“I haven’t seen him before,” she said, giving me a long look of her own. “He’s cute. Is he new?”
“Visiting on vacation,” Gav replied. I was still trying to wrap my brain around how they could be so nonchalant about her walking in on us just after we’d had sex.
She seemed to finally notice how much like a deer in the headlights I looked. “Sorry,” she said, smiling a little. “I should introduce myself. I’m Gabrielle, Gavin’s twin sister.” She held her hand out to me, which I hesitantly shook, the heat burning up my cheeks as I gave her my name. “He’s even cuter when he blushes.”
“Right?!” Gav exclaimed. “Exactly what I said!”
Gabrielle giggled. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Sam. Our mom taught us to be proud of our bodies. We’ve seen each other, and our mom, naked all the time.” She leaned over and needled Gav in his side. “And I’ve walked in on him in the middle of banging one of his fuck buddies more than once.”
“Please don’t call him that, Gabby,” Gav said, surprising me with how firm his voice became. “He’s nobody’s fuck buddy. You didn’t hear him flirting earlier. Whoever ends up nabbing him is going to be the luckiest boy on earth.”
Gabby was just as surprised as me. “I have never heard you talk like that about a guy.”
“I know,” he said, looking at me and smiling warmly. “I know I only just met him, but…he’s really, really sweet.” His eyes perked up as he seemed to have an idea. “Hey, let’s swap numbers. I wanna stay in touch with you, okay?”
I blinked, surprised. “Uh, sure,” I said, grinning as I realized I could stay in touch with him.
“Well, hey,” Gabby said, playfully patting me on the butt. “I got a date of my own to get ready for. It was nice meeting you, Sam, and if you guys do stay on touch I hope I get to know you better than just seeing you naked and fucking my brother.” She stood and walked out of the room. “And don’t get cum on the cushions!”
We both looked at each other and burst into laughter, then Gav pulled me in for a long and tender kiss. “I mean it,” he said when we came up for air. “I wanna stay in touch after today.”
I smiled back at him. “I want that, too.”
We got up and quickly showered to clean ourselves up, then got our trunks back on and went back to the beach. We found my mom close to the spot where I had left her. She had just started to get worried about me and was looking around for me, so we were just in time. After a quick explanation that I had made a friend and lost track of time, I introduced Mom to Gavin.
Before we parted ways, Gav and I exchanged phone numbers and emails. A couple days later, my dad had finished up his business and we were on a flight back to Minnesota. First thing I did when we landed was call Gav and let him know I had made it safely.
We spoke or messaged each other constantly, and when business saw Dad going back out to California a year later, I begged and pleaded with my Mom to include another visit to Santa Monica so I could see Gav again.
He and I spent the whole day together and went to his condo once again to have sex (in his bed this time). I was heartbroken when the time came to say goodbye again, but we promised each other again that we’d stay in touch. Soon after, without any real cause, I noticed my parents didn’t talk about my future quite as often anymore. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t think much of it.
Cell phones and emails gave way to Skype and later, Discord. Our chats became a weekly thing and as time went on, I got to know Gabby better as well as their mom. Sometimes, when Gav wasn’t available, I would have a chat with one of them instead just to stay up to date with everything going on in his life. It was during one of those chats with Gabby that everything changed.
“You have no idea how much he’s changed,” she told me. By then, I had turned eighteen and was about to finish high school.
“Oh, come on,” I said, unable to believe that I could have any sort of influence on anyone else, let alone someone like Gavin. “This is Gav we’re talking about.”
“I mean it” she insisted. “You know all those ‘fuck buddies’ I told you about?”
“He began to slow down how often he hooked up with them shortly after you left the first time,” she told me. “And he stopped hooking up completely by Christmas that year.”
I could barely believe it. “Seriously?” I asked.
“And you don’t see him when you guys aren’t chatting,” she went on. “He always gets really bummed right after you guys end a call, and his face totally brightens anytime your name gets brought up or he gets a message from you.”
I swallowed. What she was saying actually mirrored myself. Any time I got a text or something from Gav, my heart would pick up and I would smile before I even looked at what he sent. Anyone nearby would laugh and tease that I had a secret girlfriend. It was a little annoying, but with Gav it was worth the irritation.
“I don’t know if he’d admit it, but…I think he’s in love with you.”
And just like that, it hit me. “Gabby,” I said, “I’m in love with him, too.”
Gabby smiled. “Then you need to tell him as soon as you can.”
I faltered. “I know, but…what about my parents? They still don’t know and I can’t break their hearts about wanting grandchildren.”
“Sam, listen to me,” she said. “If they love you, if they truly love you, then they will accept it and you.” She paused for a moment to think. “And if you want to have a kid…then I can help.”
“I can be your surrogate and let you use one of my eggs.”
My jaw dropped. In all this time, that idea never once occurred to me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You…you’d really do that?”
“Sam, you and Gav are perfect for each other. It would be my honor to do this for you guys.”
I could feel tears stinging my eyes. “I…I don’t know what to say,” I blubbered.
“You can start by coming out to your parents, then get your hot little butt back here to my brother.”
And that’s exactly what I did. I sat my parents down that very evening and told them I was gay. Then my mom surprised me by saying they already knew ever since I begged them to go back to Santa Monica and I spent all day with Gav. They said they knew it was up to me to tell them, so they waited.
That explained them letting up on the marriage talk. Part of me wished they had said something earlier, but I could kind of see their point. They told me they only wanted me to be happy, but I could still sense some sadness in their eyes. I knew it was for the grandchildren they thought they would no longer have. When I told them what Gabby had offered to do, we all cried tears of joy.
With no other obstacle in the way, we made one more trip out to LA, only this time we went straight to Santa Monica and Gav’s condo. You should have seen the look of surprise and joy when he opened the door and found me and my parents standing there, and even more surprised when I pulled him into my arms and kissed him right then and there. After a quick introduction to my father, who he was meeting for the first time, I dropped down to one knee and asked him to marry me.
The wedding didn’t happen right away, since Gav was still only seventeen, but that gave us all the time we needed to make all the arrangements for what would come after. Dad set me up with a position at their Bakersfield office, but one where I could work remotely. Gav and I found a condo of our own to move into, and my parents helped us to get ourselves moved in.
Shortly after we were married, true to her word, Gabby acted as both egg donor and surrogate for us. Gav and I still wanted our child to come from an act of lovemaking, so he fucked me to collect my semen. It was the first time I had a cock in my butt and while it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, it was well worth it. Nine months later, we welcomed a baby boy, whom we named Gabriel after the one who helped us bring her into the world. A year later, again with Gabby’s help, we gave Gabriel a sister, Samantha.
Life has been good to all of us. Our children are healthy, and our families have been there to offer us advice and support. And every day, I get to look into those brilliant green eyes as much as I want and just lose myself in those emerald oceans.
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