Page 13 of Hello Forever
Beside me, Cax froze, so I did, too. But I was too horny to give up. So tentatively, I stroked my cock again, thinking of him. Wishing the hand on my dick was his. The pitch darkness gave me the illusion of freedom. As long as we didn’t speak or see each other properly, I could pretend it wasn’t weird. So I gave a little hum of arousal and a sigh, and I jacked myself slowly, hoping he’d continue to dothesame.
After a minute,hedid.
Cax is a leftie, and I’m not, so our elbows bumped once. Twice. The darkness and my arousal made me bold. I moved my upper arm so that it brushed against his, skintoskin.
He leaned into my touch, and I held my breath for several beats of myheart.
Now, years later, it was hard to imagine that I’d been brave enough to take it further. But lust is one hell of apowerfuldrug.
Slowly, I’d rolled onto my side, facing him. I’d shoved my boxers down all the way, then grabbed his working wrist with my free hand. I waited to see if he’d yank it out of my grasp. But he didn’t. So I slid my palm down until my hand covered his. Then I gave it a squeeze. In my mind, I was almost touchinghisdick.
He gasped, and again I waited for the panicked withdrawal. Instead, he began to stroke himself in earnest, with my hand there as back-up. When he rolled to face me, I got even braver. I knocked his hand away and took his hard dick inmyhand.
“Fuck,” he whispered inthedark.
The word gave me heart palpitations. But I didn’t let go. He was so hot and sturdy in my grip. I loved touching him. It was the highlight of my horny teenage years. I took a chance and swiped my thumb over his cockhead, and hehissed.
Damn, the sound of him just made me crazy. I wanted more. I wanted as much as I couldpossiblyhave.
With a low moan, I inched closer, my left hand jacking him. I felt one of his hands land on my chest, heavy and warm. I grabbed it and moved it immediately onto myachingcock.
Cax sucked in his breath when he first touched me. I was terrified he was going to stop this.Stopme.
But that’s not what happened. With a groan, he slid his hand down my length and lovingly fingered my balls. My heart seized up with surprise. Then he used both hands to jack me off—one cupping my balls, and one to slide up every aching inch of my dick and over the too-sensitivehead.
The only sounds in the tent were our fast, shaky breaths. I wanted to touch him everywhere at once. I was onfire. I gave my hips a snap, fucking his fist, and he let out a quietlittlemoan.
“Fuck,” he whispered again. But his voice was full of awe,notfear.
Rocking my hips like crazy, I chased my bliss. And thirty seconds later I came like a fountain. One second after that, hedid,too.
Then there was only panting and guilt as we wordlessly and in vain tried to wipe spooge off ourselves and oursleepingbags.
We didn’t say a word to each other, which should have been weird. But oddly enough, I slept quite wellafterthat.
The next morning, we didn’t speak about it, or even make eye contact. I wanted to reassure him, but I was afraid. We went to breakfast and sat beside each other without comment. There was hiking. There was swimming. We did all of this withoutdiscussion.
But after lunch we were assigned “reflective time.” Following the buddy system, we were sent into the woods, two by two, to sit quietly and reflect on the subject ofheavenlylove.
Nobody thought it weird that Cax and I were buddies. We’d been partnering up on this stuff foryears.
That day would be the very last time we were together, but as we walked into the woods, I hadn’t any clue. We followed first one path and then another, until everyone had fanned out completely. Cax and I didn’t stop until there was nobody else in sight. And then Cax led the way over to a rounded, flattened rock, where hesatdown.
Without asking for permission, I sat beside him. I couldn’t go home tomorrow with this silence between us. I knew I needed to man up and saysomething.
But he beat me to it. “Well,” hewhispered.
“Well,” Iechoed.
“Thatwas…nuts.”
My response was to snort loudly and embarrassingly.Becausenuts.
He got the joke, too. Then we were just two sixteen-year-old idiots laughing into ourhands.
Eventually I got control of myself. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to freakyouout.”
His eyes shifted nervously. When he spoke again, it was almost too soft for me to hear. “But Ilikedit.”
