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“Oh my God, yes,” Michael said with a sigh. “So good.” Then his breathing caught. “I’m as deep in you as I can get.” He leaned forward, the back of Keith’s knee against his shoulder, and kissed him, their tongues dancing as he began to move with a delicious rocking motion. Keith’s hand was on his nape as Michael moved in and out of him, gathering speed, and he rolled his ass up off the floor, folding himself in two. Michael’s thrusts were deeper, each one punctuated by Keith’s moans.
“Holy shit,” Keith gasped as Michael filled him to the hilt.
“Too much?” Michael paused.
“God, no, keep going.” Keith grabbed his dick and tugged on it, recognizing the telltale signs of an imminent load. They kissed as Michael fucked him, hips rolling as he moved so fluidly, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “So close.” Michael’s thrusts quickened, and he groaned. “Yeah, just like that.” He gripped Michael’s shoulder, trembling as he shot hard, unable to rein in the noises that poured from his lips.
“Oh God.” Michael kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. “That feels amazing.”
Keith shuddered as the last drops spattered his belly. “Lord, it does.” Then Michael sped up, and he knew his orgasm wasn’t far behind. Keith cradled Michael’s head and kissed him, moaning at the feel of Michael’s cock throbbing inside him. “Oh God, that’s so cool.”
Michael held him, both of them covered in a sheen of perspiration, and Keith closed his eyes as if to burn the moment into his memory: Michael’s body covering him, his shaft filling him, the smell of him, the taste of his kisses, the touch of his hands...
“I don’t wanna move,” Michael confessed after a few minutes.
“Well, you’re going to have to, unless you don’t want me to—”
Michael gasped and slid out of him. “No way.”
Keith chuckled. He glanced at the box of condoms. “You only bought three?”
“Hey. At least I bought some.” He sat up and tugged the latex from his spent dick, tying the end in a knot before dropping it onto the torn wrapper.
“Come here.” Keith held his arms wide, and Michael didn’t hesitate. They lay together, their bodies entwined. On the TV screen, the Beach Boys were singing about good vibrations. Keith chuckled. “Yeah, boys. I know exactly what you mean.” He kissed Michael’s forehead. “How long do we have until your mom gets back?”
“She said she’d be home around four.”
He grinned. “Think we might manage to do this again in the next two and a half hours?”
Michael’s fervent kiss was all the answer he required.
When they parted, Michael sat up and grabbed the book. Keith laughed. “Something else you want to try?”
“No—something I need to do.” He got up, scanning the room. “Ah, there’s one.” He lurched naked across the basement and picked up a pen, then sat on the couch.
“What are you doing?”
Michael opened the book and wrote something inside the cover. He handed the book to Keith. “If anyone ever finds this, that won’t mean anything to them.” His face glowed. “But it’ll mean something to us.”
Keith peered at the inside cover. Michael had written July 13, 1985.
He smiled. “Yeah, it will.” He pressed the book to his chest. “Think we’ll still have this when we’re old and gray?”
“Does that mean I’ll still have you when we’re old and gray?” Michael’s eyes twinkled. “Because I can so deal with that.”
Keith was enough of a realist to know the chances of them being together were slim. They were only eighteen, for God’s sake. They had their whole lives ahead of them.
That didn’t stop him from liking the idea of growing old with Michael.
Who knows? Maybe we’ll stay the course.
Not all teenage romances had to end, right? Some had to have a Happily Ever After. And right then, still warm from his exertions, his skin flushed, his cock already filling for round two, he wanted that for him and Michael.
Monday, December 19, 2022
Yuri fanned himself with the newspaper Keith had been reading the previous day.
“Whoa.”
