Copyright © 2017-2018 Ozzy. All Rights Reserved.
Once again I'd like to thank my friend Danny who is also a writer on here. He's written stories such as "Even If We Tried" and "Spring Tide" and I encourage you to check them out.
After their night out, Keaton wakes up to a surprisingly calm mother lecturing him. He soon finds out the reason for her lack of punishment was because she was forcing him to reveal his secret to his dad. The talk is rough and Keaton is terrified of disappointing his dad, but in the end, all his father wants is for Keaton to be proud of himself.
The day continues with Bjorn, Keaton and Keaton's mom going shopping. Angela trusts her son and his boyfriend to shop on their own and the boys take this opportunity to have a little bit of fun in the dressing room. This fun is short lived however as the boys soon head home. Fortunately for them both, Bjorn is staying for the night, and more fun is bound to occur.
Open Hearts Part 10:
Bjorn and I set the bags of clothes down next to my bed. We'll probably sort through them later and figure out what we'll wear on the first day of school. But for now, it's time to figure out what we're going to do.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I asked tentatively.
I hadn't forgotten what I told Bjorn in the dressing room earlier, and I'm sure it's still on his mind too. The last thing I want is for us to be interrupted, so it'll be best if we hold off until my parents go to sleep tonight.
"Sure, sounds good," Bjorn responded.
We both climbed into my bed and sat ourselves up against the headboard. I liked a lot of pillows, so we built ourselves a comfy little fortress of pillows to lay in. My PlayStation had a few movies in it already but I didn't like to rewatch films, so instead, I switched to cable and we started looking for movies on TV.
We couldn't find anything interesting so we settled on watching Family Guy. I was never a huge fan of the show, but it would have to do.
I could feel Bjorn's hand creep over and take ahold of mine, the physical contact always gets to me. Whenever Bjorn touches me my mind just drifts like a raft at sea, it's so soothing in fact, that I almost feel as if I'm floating on that raft myself.
Bjorn spoke up and broke the silence between us.
"So what's your favorite subject? You know, like in school." Bjorn's words were like a life preserver pulling me back out of the ocean and into reality.
"Uhmm... I like art, and I hate math but I'm kinda good at it. What about you?"
"P.E. and Science are my favorite. I hate math and I suck at it."
We both giggled at his comment about math.
"Well, when school starts I can help you with it." I shot Bjorn a big smile to let him know I would be more than happy to help him.
`It's true, I wasn't a fan of math but I still usually got an A or high B in it, and if Bjorn needed any help I think I'd help him out. This would also provide me the opportunity to blackmail him whenever he starts teasing me again. He can't make fun of me if he's dependent on me for homework.' I thought to myself.
"That'd be cool!" Bjorn exclaimed.
The little devil on my shoulder was rubbing his palms together with a satisfied grin on his face as I laid my trap. Of course, I was offering my services to make Bjorn happy, but it doesn't hurt to have a little bit of selfish intentions attached too, right?
I pushed the thought and the little devil to the back of my mind.
"I hope we have the same classes. Or at least classes without David in them," I said nervously.
"I told you not to worry about him." Bjorn shot back harshly.
We exchanged looks for a moment before Bjorn spoke up again.
"Sorry I said it like that... it's just... I don't want you to be afraid of school just because of him." He said in a much softer and concerning tone.
"I'm afraid of school for a bunch of reasons, not just him. But you can't tell me I can't be worried. You're not scared of him, but I am." I fired back almost a bit too sharply.
"I'm not saying that... look, if I talk to David and try to smooth things out will it make you feel better?" It was clear he was trying to find a solution to my stress.
"Do you actually think you can do that?"
"Of course, I mean me and David knew each other for awhile, we didn't always get along but I think I can reason with him." Bjorn sounded more optimistic than confident.
I rested my head on Bjorn's shoulder and grabbed ahold of his arm, pulling it into my chest.
"You don't have to, but if you do, it might help a bit." I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Bjorn started laughing at my obvious attempt to bribe him.
"You don't have to butter me up dork, I'll do it."
"Oh... so you don't want my kisses?" I asked in a sarcastically shocked voice.
Bjorn just smiled and raised his eyebrow at me in a 'you're crazy' kind of way. We both giggled and snuggled into each other, I was going to have to try really hard to stay awake being this comfortable.
"I've been wondering something for a while." I blurted out suddenly.
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"What did you say to David? You know, while you were hitting him."
At first Bjorn seemed a bit puzzled, he probably didn't even notice he was speaking Norwegian when he was yelling at David. Finally, a light bulb lit up in his brain.
"Ohhh, yeah, well basically I just told him not to touch you again." Bjorn said proudly.
"Oh yeah? Why can't he?" I asked playfully. I was doing my best to egg him on.
Bjorn pulled his arm that I was clutching away from me and swung it over my shoulders and pulled me into him.
"Because you're mine, and only I can touch you." Bjorn spoke with the utmost pride and smiled from ear to ear.
I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"You don't own me mister." I said matter-of-factly.
Secretly, I liked his boastful ownership of me. We both knew that I wasn't simply just some prize, or at least I hope we both knew that. But at the same time, it felt reassuring to have him claim me like that. It was cute to see him take pride in our relationship.
"I'm not saying I own you. I'm just saying you're mine, we're a team now and you're my teammate, so I've got your back." Bjorn said strongly.
I was happy with his joking claim over me before, but this is even better.
"We're a team huh? I like that. I've got a good partner. But I've got a favor to ask of my partner."
"Will you teach me Norwegian?" I pleaded.
"Why do you want to learn?"
"Because you speak it, and I'd like to learn it so we can speak to each other secretly."
Bjorn giggled at my response. He probably found it funny that I wanted to learn his native language just so we could have a secret code. I wasn't completely truthful with him though, there was another reason I wanted to learn it.
"Sure, no problem, I'm not much of a teacher but I'll try." Bjorn smiled widely.
This was exciting for me, I've never learned another language other than English obviously. I don't know how difficult it'll be, but I trust Bjorn will be a great teacher.
We continued to cuddle and tried watching TV for awhile, but we just couldn't get interested in the show. Instead, Bjorn started giving me quick lessons on Norwegian and had me practice with a few words and phrases.
"Sot" Bjorn said clearly and plainly.
"Sot" I returned.
"Good, say it a few more times." Bjorn coached.
"Sot, sot, sot" I repeated back to him.
"What does sot mean?"
"It's what you are." Bjorn gave a cheeky smile.
"Did you just make me insult myself?" I insinuated.
"No no no." Bjorn chuckled. "I mean it. Sot means cute."
I blushed a bit at his compliment and smiled shyly.
"Well you're um... sot-er" I meekly responded.
Bjorn just kept giggling.
"Yeah it doesn't work like that dork."
"Well it should!" I retorted.
"Don't get sassy with me mister."
Bjorn's hands darted to my sides quickly. I grabbed ahold of both of them and snatched them back.
"Don't you dare!" I commanded sternly.
Bjorn gasped dramatically.
"Is Keaty ticklish?!" He asked in a mocking tone.
"I'm warning you. Don't do it." I commanded again.
He did it.
Before I knew it, Bjorn was straddling my waist and tickling my sides along my ribcage and towards my stomach. I was powerless against his assault. I squirmed and wiggled and did everything I could to try and escape. My hips were shifting and thrusting upwards in my attempt to buck him off of me as the room became filled with the sounds of bed springs clinging and the shrieks of uncontrollable laughter.
Suddenly, our wrestling match and joyous giggles were halted when there was a slight knock on my door. A part of me was relieved when I felt Bjorn's fingers stop torturing me, but that relief soon turned to fear when the person on the other side of my door entered the room, after just one brief knock.
It was my mother. She was staring at us with wide eyes and a blank expression. I guess from her perspective it was probably quite the scene to behold. Bjorn was still sitting across my waist with most of our lower bodies covered by the blankets. It was a very suggestive position for us to be in.
We both just stared back at her; I was unable to muster any kind of complete thought and translate it into words.
"I can see you two boys are busy... well, um... dinner will be ready in an hour. Bjorn, is chicken okay with you?" My mother tried her best to hold her composure.
Without missing a beat, or even moving from his position, Bjorn responded, "Sure, chicken sounds great," with a cheeky smile about his face.
My mother looked as if she had more to say, but ultimately she just swallowed her words, nodded her head, and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Bjorn turned his head back to me and had this wide grin from ear to ear.
"You're mom totally thought we were doing it." He chided.
"Nuh uh, we still have our clothes on, dork. Even she could see that." I retorted.
"Well... we can change that." Bjorn said with a hint of optimism in his voice.
He had another devilish grin on his face, I returned his smile but not his request.
"Sorry, not yet."
I used my hips to flip him off of my waist and rolled my body with his until I was now on top of him. Honestly, it felt like he let me do it, but I still gave him a boastful smile as I leaned down and touched my nose to his.
"You can wait, can't you?" I whispered while sticking my lips out in a pouty way.
He rolled his eyes but his smile never left his face.
"I guess. But only under one condition."
"What would that be?"
Bjorn didn't answer my question with words, instead, he just pressed his lips against mine and gently pushed his tongue into my mouth.
'This is a nice compromise. I think I can work with this.' I thought to myself.
We started kissing, and since this time I was on top, it felt like I had some control over him now. There's a lot that I need to learn about myself as well as Bjorn. It felt really good having him on top of me before, especially during our first kiss. But now that I'm on top, it feels just as good. I guess it doesn't really matter what position we're in while we kiss, but it'll matter tonight, and I have no clue what will happen then.
Am I sure I'm ready for that?
Not too long after we started, Bjorn's tongue retreated from my mouth, there was a small string of saliva between our lips. We both giggled and wiped the spit from our mouths.
The idea of having someone else's saliva on and in my mouth normally would have grossed me out, but Bjorn was the only exception.
"We better stop now before we get too... you know..." Bjorn whispered.
I was a bit surprised to hear that coming from him, as I was about to say something similar myself, but he got to it before me.
"You're right. Let get back to our lessons."
We peeled ourselves off of each other and went back to practicing more words in Norwegian. The time seemed to fly by, as we heard my mother call us down for dinner soon after.
I led him down the stairs and towards our dining room, where the table had already been set. Just like my mother had said before, we were having chicken for dinner. Homemade fried chicken strips, mashed potatoes and corn to be exact. It's not the healthiest meal in the world, but it's pretty traditional in my house.
My mother glanced at us both when we approached the table; she had this look on her face, like she was analyzing us. It was a little bit awkward having her look at us this way, perhaps she was trying to figure out if we actually did it. Bjorn and I exchanged our own discreet looks as we sat down to eat. He was grinning slightly, probably because he could tell that I was embarrassed.
Getting caught wrestling with your boyfriend is one thing, but the thought of her walking in on us again, especially tonight, is absolutely terrifying. I couldn't even fathom the horror of my mom walking in on me naked, let alone with an equally naked Bjorn.
Once we were all seated, my mother laid out bowls of food on the table. Normally, we'd just grab our food from the kitchen and take it to the table or living room to eat. But I guess since Bjorn was here, my mom wanted to have a proper dinner experience.
It was pretty uneventful for most of our dinner. My parents talked about things they needed for the new house, occasionally they would ask me and Bjorn some simple questions. I think the both of us were just anxious and excited about tonight, I felt Bjorn's leg brush up against mine from time to time. When I tried ignoring it, he'd take his foot and slide it across mine. We had shed our shoes and socks earlier when we were in my room, so it was just our bare skin touching when he was playing footsy with me.
My parents didn't seem to notice our little game under the table as I did my best to keep my composure and finish my dinner.
Once dinner was finished we cleaned our plates and practically bounded up the stairs, but just as I reached the third step, I heard my mother call my name.
"Keaton. Can I speak to you for a minute? Alone."
Bjorn got the message and headed up to my room by himself. I wasn't sure what my mother wanted, and I hoped that I wasn't in trouble for earlier. I took a seat next to my mom on the couch, and my dad took a seat next to us, making it seems like he's was on this too.
"Keaty, your father and I need to speak to you about Bjorn." My mother announced.
"Yeah, we think there are a few things we should cover." My father added.
"Okay... Well, what are they?"
My parents looked back and forth at each other, and eventually my mom took the initiative and spoke first.
"We are perfectly fine with Bjorn staying the night here, but at the same time, your father and I realize that you're both teenage boys who may have certain... urges." My mother said with a hint of discomfort.
"Oh god please no, we don't have to talk about this-"
"Yes Keaton, we do." My father interrupted.
"Keaty, there's nothing to be ashamed of, we just think it's important to cover a few things." My mother said reassuringly.
I know that my parents meant well, but I was ashamed. I don't know why, but this wasn't a conversation I was comfortable having. Me and my parents never had "the talk" before, at least not in-depth. I know how my penis works, I know how girls get pregnant, but most of that information came from biology class, not my parents.
"I can tell you and Bjorn like each other a lot, and it's perfectly normal for you two to... try new things together. What we want you to know is, there might be some things you're not ready for yet. We can't tell you what you can and can't do, but what we can do is answer all of your questions that you might have." My mother said sincerely.
Soon my father chimed in as well.
"Right. Son, if there is anything you want to know about, any questions you may have about your body, you can ask me or your mother anytime. If it's something you're only comfortable talking to one of us about and not the other, that's fine too. Even though it might be embarrassing, you need to be comfortable enough to ask us anything."
I wasn't making eye contact with them, I was staring down at the floor and I could tell my face was red. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I'm glad they weren't giving me sex advice, even though I secretly needed it. Even so, this still isn't a conversation that I want to have.
"Are you listening, Keaty?" my mother asked, interrupting my train of thought.
"Yeah, I heard you. I promise I'll ask you guys questions if I need help with stuff. Can I go now?"
My parents exchanged looks, and figuring that there was nothing left to be said, they let me go mercifully.
I walked away from the couch and climbed the stairs slowly. When I reached my room, Bjorn was sitting on the edge of my bed, swinging his legs back and forth, looking cute.
"Hey babe. What did your parents want to talk to you about?"
"Nothing really, i-it was stupid. So what do you want to do?" I stammered out.
"Oh... okay. Well I don't care, what do you want to do?" Bjorn seemed dissatisfied with my previous response, he can tell it wasn't just 'nothing'.
"We can play video games for a bit. Is that cool with you?"
Bjorn shot me a smile and reached over to grab a controller off of my nightstand.
"Ready to get your butt kicked then?" Bjorn said with a boastful look.
"Oh no not today, you might as well give me my trophy now." I said while trying to muster up all of my confidence.
We chose to play FIFA 17, a game we both had experience in. I chose Barcelona as my team and Bjorn chose Real Madrid. The game was going pretty well, but was mostly a deadlock. Neither one of us could score on each other and by halftime it was still tied at zero.
In the second half however, I caught a break. Luis Suarez made it past his defender and I was making a beeline for the goal. No one in their right mind controls the goalie on this game, so all Bjorn could do was hope that my shot would be deflected.
Bjorn had other plans though. Just before I could take my shot I felt his hand reach over and grab my crotch. I instinctively reached down to defend myself and thus missing my opportunity. The goalie ran out and grabbed the ball from right out under my player. I quickly paused the game and looked over at Bjorn, who was still gripping my crotch.
"Not fair! I had it!" I exclaimed.
"And now I have this." Bjorn squeezed my growing bulge again and then released his grip while giggling.
"I remember a certain someone trying to rip my shorts off when we were swimming that one time, so I'd say this is pretty fair." Bjorn stated proudly.
"You little... fine. Two can play at that game mister." I responded with some sass.
We resumed the game, only this time, every time a player went to score, the one defending would grab the other's crotch and try to throw them off. It became a physical match between the two of us, shoving, nudging, groping; nothing was off limits.
We were both giggling and trying to trash talk, but it was hard to be competitive when were both tenting in our shorts.
Eventually, Bjorn wasn't even fazed by it. He'd run to the opposing goal but never even shoot because he wanted to prolong the physical attention I was giving him. When the match came to a close, I was the victor by a score of two to one. He didn't seem upset at all though, and in fact, he was smiling from ear to ear.
"I don't have a trophy, but I can give you a reward." Bjorn said in hushed tone.
"Alright, what is it?" I asked innocently.
Bjorn gave another wicked smile before sinking below the covers. We both had resorted to having the blanket on top of us to make it more difficult to grope each other during the game. You can't make it too easy on the other person.
I wasn't sure what he was doing at first, and I just assumed he was going to tickle me again. Much to my surprise though, he didn't reach for my sides, instead he grabbed my zipper and pulled it down.
My heart was thumping faster now, and it grew faster with every move he made. I felt his hand move to my obvious bulge and start to rub it through the fabric of my underwear. His touch made me throw my head back and my toes started to curl. He pulled at my shorts, and I lifted my butt up so he could shimmy them off. Once it was just me in my underwear, he started massaging my bulge with his palm. I could feel his breath on my crotch; the sensation was so hot that I thought I would melt. Not long after, he tucked his fingers inside my waistband, causing my heart to pound so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest.
Just as I felt him start to tug at my underwear, I called out to him.
"Bjorn, stop. Please."
His head moved along my stomach until it was poking out of the blankets. He rolled his body on top of mine with his chin resting just above my navel.
His face, his beautiful blue eyes, were staring back at me.
"What's wrong Keaton? Don't you want me to-"
"No. I mean... I need to shower first, you know, get clean and stuff."
Bjorn seemed a bit disappointed but tried to hide it behind his smile.
"Do you want me to shower with you?" Bjorn asked tentatively.
"No babe, I'm just gonna shower alone."
"Oh okay... I'll be waiting for you when you get out." Bjorn smiled and planted a kiss on my stomach before rolling off of me.
I stumbled my way to my bathroom and closed the door behind me, still weak in my knees. The touching, the rubbing, the kissing, was all great, but that's not what I'm afraid of. I turned the knob and the shower head came to life. I walked over to the mirror and inspected myself while the shower warmed up. I shed my shirt and underwear until I was stark naked in front of the mirror.
'One of us has to be the pitcher, and the other one the catcher.' I thought to myself.
I already knew which one I was, there was no hiding it. If this is the night I lose my virginity, then tonight I'm a catcher.
'Let's play ball... okay that's the dumbest thing I've ever thought. Note to self, don't be so cheesy.'
I turned around and twisted my neck back to give my bottom a quick look over in the mirror. I'm not sure if this is what Bjorn's looking for, but he seemed pretty content with it before.
I don't know what it's going to feel like, I've only ever experimented with fingers. Bjorn looks pretty big, it might hurt, but that isn't even my biggest fear.
I hope I'm clean, I hope there are no... 'accidents.' I would literally die from embarrassment, and Bjorn would probably dump me on the spot too. I stepped into the shower and started washing myself off. Once my hair was shampooed, I started cleaning the most important parts.
The whole reason for taking this shower was to make sure I'm clean. I never got any... 'stuff' on my fingers before, I hope the same happens tonight. I lathered and scrubbed all along my crotch and into my crack. As I cleaned myself, my mind started to wander off, as I thought about Bjorn and his body, his eyes and his smile. Soon, I'll get to see all of him. That thought was the only thing giving me courage to go out there.
I couldn't stall any longer. I rinsed myself off and hopped out of the shower. I spent a few minutes drying myself and then wrapped the towel along my waist. I took one last feel breath and opened the door to my room.
He was still laying on my bed as promised, he even gave a little whistle as I entered the room.
"Looking good babe." He exclaimed.
He climbed out of bed, walked up to me, kissed my cheek, and then walked past me in the direction of the bathroom.
"Where you going?"
"Well you got a shower, I think I should take one too. I won't be long." He answered.
And just like that, he closed the door behind him and went to start the shower. Looks like I'll be waiting a bit longer, but at least he'll smell good.
I dropped my towel to the floor, debating whether or not to put on a fresh pair of underwear. I figured they wouldn't last long anyways so I might as well not. I climbed into my bed and threw the blanket over me. I was sitting up against the headboard, and the blanket came up to my stomach, I wanted it to be a surprise when he came out of the shower. I watched TV for about 15 minutes before I finally heard the shower water cut off. My heart started to race again.
When Bjorn finally came out of the bathroom, he was wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. His blonde hair was still kind of wet and stuck to his skin. I could see a few drops of water trickling down his chest and disappearing into the towel.
Our eyes met, we didn't say anything to each other we just stared into each other's eyes from across the room. Finally, he started walking towards me. When he reached the side of the bed I instinctively reached out and touched his chest, I traced my fingers down until I reached his waist. I looked back up at him and nodded approvingly. Bjorn understood the message and dropped his towel to the floor.
There he stood, in all his glory. His bare chest and stomach was no stranger to me at this point, it was further south that I was interested in.
He was just as big as I thought. About 5 or 5 and a half inches long and much thicker than mine. His growth spurt had obviously already come. In this moment, I imagined I would be embarrassed, but I trusted Bjorn, I didn't care that he was bigger, in fact, I liked it better that way. He was uncircumcised just like me. It was pretty uncommon in the U.S. but I expected no less from a native Norwegian.
He was nothing short of beautiful. I didn't think I'd ever think of another person's genitals like that. The only experience with a penis I've actually ever had is either with my own or through a computer screen. I never looked at a pornstar and thought his dick was beautiful or amazing, it was just dick, but now it's different. The feelings completely change when you love the person attached to it. It wasn't merely flesh, it was a part of Bjorn, and I loved it.
I guess he started to feel jealous of my ogling, or maybe he just noticed the tent under my blanket, because the next thing I knew, Bjorn pulled the blanket off of me and revealed my own nakedness. For the first time ever, me and Bjorn were fully naked in front of each other.
"You're not cut?" Bjorn said suddenly while pointing at my erection.
"Cut? Oh you mean circumcised. No I'm not... is that okay?" I said in a worrisome voice.
"Its perfect babe." Bjorn said with a huge smile on his face.
He wasted no time climbing on top of me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. As he lowered himself onto me, I felt our bodies touch and the full contact of his skin was making me melt.
Our groins were pressed against each other, so naturally, we started grinding into each other again. I was having a hard time focusing on the kissing with all the other contact that was happening. When Bjorn pulled off to breathe, he didn't return to my lips like I expected, and instead, he moved to my neck and started kissing me there, then my chin, and back down to my neck until he reached my chest. I expected him to come back up, but instead he kept going south, planting kisses down my body as he went.
When he reached my belly button, he lightly dipped his tongue inside and swirled it around. The feeling made me squirm a bit, it was tickling my body from my stomach to my toes.
Farther and farther down his kisses went, until I could feel his breath on my crotch. The sensation caused my dick to twitch and poke Bjorn in the neck. He looked up and giggled at me, and I tried to giggle in return, but my voice got caught in my throat. I forced a weak smile and laid my head back on the pillow.
His lips kissed just above my base, and then a moment later, I felt it. He planted a kiss right on the tip, which sent shockwaves throughout my body. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets tightly, and the next thing I knew, my entire penis was enveloped in the warmth of his mouth. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, I couldn't even fathom a sensation like this.
I could feel his tongue swirling, and licking at it in ways that made my toes curl and my body squirm. His hands started traveling up my body, rubbing my stomach and chest as they went along.
I started to let out uncontrollable moans, and the only other sounds filling the room were the slight slurping noises that Bjorn made as he was working me over.
I felt the bed shaking slightly; and when I looked down and noticed that Bjorn was stroking himself, I started to feel a bit guilty.
"Bjorn, let me do you."
He pulled his mouth off of my swollen member and looked back at me.
"You don't have to babe, this is your reward remember." He shot me another cheeky smile.
"I want to though, and where did you learn to do that anyways?"
Bjorn crawled up next to me but sat himself up in cross legged position.
"Just now, with you. I mean I've seen videos before, but this is my first time. Does it feel good?"
"It's amazing. You're amazing."
I didn't wasted any time, I owed Bjorn for waiting all day for this. I reached out and took ahold of his tool. It was hot to the touch, and felt hard as a rock but still soft in my hand at the same time. I peeled the skin back and leaned forward. It twitched when my lips touched the tip. I licked once across the hood and opened my mouth wide.
'Don't bite it. Don't bite it. Don't bite it.' Was all I could think as I went farther down.
I closed my mouth slightly and let my tongue start to run along his length. Bjorn threw his head back and whispered a few words under his breath. I must be doing something right. I tried going down further but I gagged and came back up. His hand moved to my back and starting tracing circles on it.
"It feels great babe. You don't have to take it all." He said reassuringly.
I decided to focus on the tip, as it was more sensitive and I could handle it without choking. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just did what I imagined would feel good on me. I remembered that the pornstars would jerk it and suck it at the same time, so I started to stroke him while circling his head with my tongue. His hand moved from my back to my hair as he started running his fingers through it.
With the way he was positioned, sitting next to me, his free hand was just able to reach my own member and he started to reciprocate the stroking.
"I'm gonna move a bit babe, just lie still." He said, before shifting into a laying position on his side.
Now we were both on our sides, facing each other and bodies pointed in opposite directions. I remember this position from the internet too, we were sixty-nining.
Soon I felt his mouth wrap around my dick again. We continued to lick and suck and swirl our tongues for about 5 minutes until I felt a familiar feeling building up.
"Bjorn, I'm close."
Instead of pulling off, he had different plans. The pleasure was so intense that I had to take him out of my mouth to avoid biting him accidentally. My hips began to move on their own. I was thrusting uncontrollably into Bjorn's mouth. It was hot, wet, even his tongue felt like the finest silk from the gods. This was the best feeling I had ever felt, my hand could never compare. My balls started to ache and the pressure was building, I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. When my penis started to pulsate and twitch, I expected Bjorn to pull off, but instead he just kept sucking. Even as his mouth started to fill up with cum, he just kept going. I gripped the sheets with one hand and dug my nails into Bjorn's bottom with the other. I buried my face into his crotch, careful not to squash the important bits. A few moments later, the climax of my orgasm finally calmed down.
Bjorn pulled off of me and returned to his sitting position, once I released my death grip on his butt of course.
I rolled onto my back and laid there for a few moments in pure ecstasy, I was still trying to catch my breath too.
Once my breathing was slightly less erratic, I placed my hand on the back of Bjorn's neck and pulled him down to meet my lips. I immediately shoved my own tongue into his mouth but was quickly surprised by an unfamiliar taste and texture - well slightly familiar, I guess. I've tasted this before in the wake of my own experimentation, and I had tasted it again when Bjorn started leaking precum into my mouth a few minutes ago. It seems like Bjorn hadn't swallowed my load yet, because now we were both sharing it. At first it was a bit gross and unexpected, I even opened my eyes to find a wide eyed Bjorn staring back at me in shock. But once our tongues met, everything seemed to feel just right again.
We started to share and swap the semen between our mouths until we both swallowed it. This is another thing that I know I could never do if I wasn't doing it with him. Bjorn pulled away for just a second to whisper something.
"Baby, can you jerk it while we kiss, please."
I would have jumped off a cliff for him in that moment; my body was still tingling from before. Just as he requested, I started stroking him while we kissed. I moved to a kneeling position because my neck got tired, so now we were both kneeling in front of each other, with my hand firmly wrapped around his throbbing member.
We made out for only a few more minutes before Bjorn started to moan into my mouth. I bit on his lip slightly while he did this, and he closed his eyes tightly. If they were open, I'm sure they would be rolled into the back of his head.
His head dropped to my shoulder and he started to lightly bite me just above my collarbone; I wasn't sure why, but it felt kind of nice. He started to whimper now and I knew he was close. He moved to my neck and started to kiss and bite there as well. I was about to ask him if he was about to shoot, but actions speak louder than words, and before I could get a word out, I heard Bjorn grunt, reach back, and grab my butt tightly. The next thing I knew, a rope of liquid shot and hit my chest. Bjorn grunted and groaned with every shot. The first and second one hit my chest, the third hit my stomach, and then another and then another. Turns out, Bjorn has the capacity of a race horse. I thought I shot a lot, but it looks like there's another stark difference between us.
They told us in health class growing up, "Everyone is different, we all come in different shapes and sizes, we all grow at different paces." It looks like they were right. I felt like a child compared to him sometimes: he was taller, stronger, bigger downstairs, he even cums harder. Despite all these differences though, I wasn't embarrassed, I wasn't ashamed, I didn't feel inferior. Even if Bjorn was only 14, he is still my man. I was proud of our differences, it made me feel like I landed a 'stud' and I intend to keep him.
When Seabiscuit finally calmed down, my torso was painted with his juices. I felt like I had milked him dry. He just kept breathing heavily into my shoulder. Occasionally I'd tug at his softening tool and listen to him grunt. I had complete control over him, and I loved it.
I looked down at the mess between us and giggled, this was a very sticky situation, pun intended.
"Good job babe." I said as I kissed him on the cheek.
He chuckled slightly between deep breaths.
"I'm sorry I made a mess. I'd lick it off but that's a lot to lick, and I'm not sure I have the stomach for it." Bjorn said in a hushed voice.
We both chuckled at his excuse.
"Don't worry about it babe."
I got up off the bed and used my damp towel from before to wipe myself clean. I turned back quickly to catch Bjorn staring at my butt. I smiled at him, because I wanted him to look, but this brings up a question I previously had.
"Bjorn, did you want to do more? I know we didn't get to have real sex yet." I asked tentatively.
"It's hard to say no, but I'm just too tired. Next time though, if you're ready of course. I won't rush you." Bjorn responded sincerely.
"I'm ready, for the next time of course." I said proudly.
I turned on the lamp light next to my bed and then turned off the ceiling light as we prepared for bed. I climbed back into bed next to Bjorn, who was now sitting against the headboard.
He grabbed ahold of my hand and kissed the top of it. We sat there, still naked, holding hands, and trying to wrap our heads around what just happened. The whole thing felt surreal.
"Did you enjoy it Keaton? Did I do alright?" Bjorn whispered nervously.
"You were amazing. How was I?" I responded. I hope I did a good job, if his orgasm was any indicator I'd say I did good.
"You were perfect babe."
There was something still bothering me, something I didn't bring up before because I didn't want to kill the moment. Now is a better time than never I guess.
"Hey Bjorn, I got a question."
"What is it?" Bjorn whispered in return.
"You said you've never done it before. But you were really good, a lot better than me, and you're so confident."
"And?" Bjorn asked.
"Well, I'm just wondering, are you sure you haven't done that before? I won't get upset if you say yes, I'm just wondering."
Bjorn immediately looked down and avoided my gaze.
"I told you before, no." He said in a frustrated voice.
"Then why won't you look at me?" I responded, equally frustrated.
I wasn't positive that he was lying, but something seemed off, and he was acting weird.
"What do you want from me Keaton?" Bjorn exclaimed, almost yelling.
"Babe, don't be like that, I'm just curious, I just want to know the truth." I said sincerely.
It was true, I wouldn't mind if I wasn't the first, all that matters is that I have him now.
Bjorn paused for a moment to think. After a few moments he finally responded.
"If I tell you the truth you promise you won't get upset?" Bjorn asked nervously.
"Promise." I responded.
"There was one other, but we only did mouth stuff, not anything more." Bjorn said with a hint of fear in his voice.
I was relieved that he was still a virgin, I can live with this, like I said before, he's still mine.
"Thanks for telling the truth babe... what was his name?"
"You don't need to know. It's none of your business." Bjorn said coldly.
"Come on babe, I told you I wouldn't get upset, just tell me his name."
"Why!?" Bjorn shouted suddenly.
I was a bit taken back from his sudden outburst. He was clearly upset. I was upset too, not because there was another boy from before, but because I didn't expect Bjorn to get angry and shout at me so suddenly.
I looked down at my lap and avoided his gaze. I didn't like upsetting him or seeing him upset with me. Bjorn must of noticed this because he immediately started trying to correct it.
"Babe I'm sorry. Babe look at me. Please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." Bjorn pleaded.
"Then why did you?"
"Because I didn't want you to know." Bjorn said softly.
"Know what?" I asked.
"I didn't want you to know who it was. I didn't want to upset you."
"I just asked for his name Bjorn. I told you I wouldn't get upset. "
Bjorn sighed deeply before responding.
"Fine. You want to know his name?"
"Yes dork, that's all I've asked for."
Bjorn hesitated for a moment and then responded.
"His name is..... David."
That's the end of part 10 guys.
This was my first attempt at a sex scene, if you can call it that. Let me know what you thought.
I took some inspiration from my own life, my first boyfriend was much bigger and came like a horse too haha. Let me know what your first times were like.
And yes that was a Seabiscuit reference, I thought it was tasteful.
And also yes that's a cliffhanger, go ahead, crucify me, I know you want to haha.
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Next time on open hearts:
"Did you just say what I think you said? David!?"
Looks like it's not always sunny in California. The boys relationship goes from a mountain top high, to a rocky descent as new information is revealed.
Also, the school year is finally here. It seems like someone isn't too happy about starting school anymore. This year is going to be a wild ride. ************************************