Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

Friday afternoon, nude in the pool, after his parents went shopping and on to a winery-restaurant for dinner and a show. We played tag, the idea being to chase each other to tag the other's cock, by a grope or stroke. With rules that like our hard cocks lay pinned between our bellies within a couple of minutes, and not long after, spurted over our hands under the shower, before more fun on his bed.
    We hadn't progressed much past what we did the first intimate time. Since then we cuddled, and kissed a lot and tugged each other often, and in all sorts of positions, though not nearly as much as I wanted to, for I had a hell of a lot of catching up to do.
    After our incident in the shower, I felt sorry for Drew, knowing I deprived him of pleasures he liked, and probably I would, too, if I could get the horrors out of my mind. I didn't have a problem with my cock being in his face when I straddled his chest, giving him a birds-eye view or when he stroked me there. But the moment he opened his mouth, in a sucking gesture or poked his tongue between his lips, I froze, and the hatred surfaced and the fear ripped through me, and the shaking and mumbling started. Similarly, he learned not to venture his fingers or cock near my arsehole or expect mine near his. I could cope and liked him cupping my butt cheeks, as I loved the curves of his, and enjoyed feeling his cock in my crack and between my legs and liked feeling mine between his. I also loved the buzz of coming off in the slippery slimy soap between his legs in the shower and loved to feel his cum between mine. But the moment anything went up near my hole, I clammed up.
    Likewise, I couldn't suck him, the memories revolting me; of my head being rammed and of my mouth stretched onto the grotesque penis; of the choking, as I often did, and of the vile taste and of throwing up. Drew accepted my feelings and never pressed me, though a few times, while watching vids of guys sucking and doing sixty-nines, I saw the yearning in his eyes. Those images prompted him to urge me, innocently saying, "You've got to overcome this, Alex, 'cuz you're missing so much fun," often describing the superior stimulation sucking gave over jerking.
    So, instead of being the sex vultures, like the guys appearing on the vids we watched, we took to nestling into the curves of our bodies and holding and rubbing our cocks and cupping our balls and pashing and murmuring sweet things. The early hours of Saturday arrived before we stroked off one final time, a sure way to sleep well through to dawn. Before I joined Drew in sleep, I peered at his serene body, seeing the beauty that inflamed the warmth enveloping me. I looked up into the darkness of my mind and saw Dad smiling, and felt his lips and arms and love embrace me. He confirmed what I had begun to feel, something more than merely liking Drew, something deeper, something magical.
    The family accepted Drew's preference for guys and treated him without difference, as they did of me, their love and pride in him apparent in their eyes every time I saw them looking at him. He had a fab physique and, as I recently discovered, excelled at his sports and in school, being in the top five hundred in the state in his final year. As well, he had an amazing personality and nature, the type that wins wonder by all ages as I'd sometimes seen occur on television shows. I admired and earnestly wanted him as my friend, for he's the only guy to show interest in me and care towards me and bring moments of happiness and heartfelt warmth into my life. Each day I looked forward to Drew's company, amazed that in fourteen days I'd grown from being wary of people to expecting his presence and liveliness in my life. At Saturday night's dinner, his dad, Jim, thanked me for making Drew's stay so happy and interesting for him. Sunny hugged me and looked me in the eyes and made me promise to keep in touch and to visit and stay with them in Sydney.
    I woke before him on Sunday morning feeling teary and sad. I passed the time admiring his looks I'd come to like so much, before roaming my fingers over his flesh, waking him and being crushed in his embrace, feeling his lips almost maul me in their determined intent to display his feelings. Later, we showered and had our last soapy wank, then had breakfast with his mum and dad, all of us quieter, in reflective moods. Afterward, I helped Drew pack and clean up. He also set up the charger and phone on the bench in the garden shed,