We were on the road; it was dark, and the cool breeze was hitting my face. Joshua was riding in the car; it was a four-hour ride. I felt freedom from every goddamn fucking thing. I was not letting any worries mess up my time with Joshua. I want to use this weekend as a break from all the nonsense. It has been a long time since I enjoyed the 'freedom of air,' and if I hadn't added the word 'excited,' this trip wouldn't have the final touch. I was fucking excited about many things.
The whole way, I didn't sleep, one of the reasons for keeping company with Joshua, and another one was that excitement was killing me. We were chatting about random stuff, and he would end up flirting with me. He was really good at flirting; was it because he was openly flirting, or was my experience in this part zero? I don't know, but with every move of Joshua, I was amazed.
If we have a crush on someone, we will like everything about them and will give in no time just to be on their good side. Am I making sense? And again, why does everything have to make sense? We are happy, and I was happy; for now, only that mattered. When we reached the time, it was 1 a.m.; we were tired, hungry, and sleepy, and it was dark. I tried to get a glimpse of his family's beach house. The view was good, and they had a private area to enter the beach.
We entered the house after settling things, got freshened up, had snacks for dinner, and slept off.
I was woken up by a sunray hitting my face. There was no need for any alarm; groaning, I woke up. The side of me was empty. Joshua has woken up earlier than me.
After getting freshened up, I made my way towards the kitchen area. Joshua was preparing breakfast. The smell was so alluring. "Something smells good." He chuckled at that. "Good morning. Yes, all fish-related items, and I am almost done. Can you set the table?" "Sure." "You woke early to purchase fish?" No, no, I had asked the lady who will come to clean this house to store fish, and it is fresh." "Oh, ok, it looks yummy, and the smell is damn tempting." "Shall we dig in?" We started enjoying food, and every item was mouthwatering, and it tasted fantastic. He was damn good at cooking, and here I didn't know a damn thing about cooking. I was even more attracted to him. I couldn't help but steal as many glances at Joshua. We were carefree, with no eyes on us, and most importantly, no one was around to bother us.
After cleaning the dining table, I started exploring the house. The house was big, with 5 bedrooms, a spacious kitchen area, a living area, a private entry to the beach, and necessary but exquisite furniture, giving unique beauty to the house.
When I came back to the living room, Joshua was waiting for me, and we made our way to the beach. We started enjoying ourselves by swimming, drinking alcohol, kissing, and making out till we were exhausted and starving.
When it was lunch time, we left the house to explore and try food at the nearby restaurant. We started walking; it was just a few minutes; we gained so much attention. We were both the hottest guys on this beach. The passersby couldn't help themselves from looking back and stealing a glance at both of us. Joshua, as usual, was carefree; his hand would always be linked with mine or on my waist or my shoulder. Somehow, every second, it would be connected to me. We had our lunch in a nearby restaurant, shopped a few things, and were back at the house.
I started doing the countdown like when, when, when, for obvious reasons, and let me be clear: I didn't agree with only the intention to have sex, but I couldn't help it. It was my first time; desperation was inevitable; and there was an eagerness for exploring so many things with Joshua, which mattered most.
When we reached the house, it was late evening, and we were exhausted. After taking a few minutes of rest, I took the beer from the fridge, and we started sipping the same, chatting about random stuff. We were shirtless, which was not good at this point in time, and his hand was on my shoulder, which was just him doing his thing, which in return was only increasing my anxiety and craving for more.
I want him. I want to feel how he feels inside me and how I feel inside him. I want to know the feeling of him taking me to the edge. I want to know which position I like more. I want to explore more about sex, including whether I like normal or kinky stuff too. I want him to make me exhausted. If possible, would he be successful in making me black out? I want him to make me crave for his touch every second on the bed; I want to remember fucking everything forever; I don't want anyone else to enter my life if they enter; I don't want my first time with Joshua to be replaced or surpassed; oh God, I am crazy. "Hey, hey, are you ok, Gray? What are you thinking?" Once again, I was in my own world, but this time it was the lustful world, and I was painfully hard.
When I came to reality, I gulped down. I wanted to run; I was about to excuse myself for using the washroom. Joshua caught my discomfort, and a smug smile appeared on his face. It doesn't require a genius to guess he was the reason for my arousal; he pushed me on the couch, and he was on my lap, which only made me worse. I was expecting some remarks or comments, but none came. He pulled my hair back with force and observed my face; his eyes had turned dark; he was aroused; our breathing was heavy; no words were spoken; our members were poking each other; he moved too close, which was taking me to the edge.
Joshua started kissing me, which was slow but soon turned hard yet passionate and fucking hot. Meanwhile, his hand was on my member doing its duty, which in turn was making me crazy. I was half kissing and half moaning, and I didn't hold back my moan this time. This excitement was driving me crazy as his movement became faster. I started moaning loudly. His pressure on my member was only testing my sanity. After a few minutes, I released my orgasm on his hand. I was in the cloud. It took me a few seconds to come back to my senses. Meanwhile, Joshua released his orgasm and collapsed on me; only then did I realize his other hand was busy on his member. After gaining his senses, he started sucking my neck, kissing, and biting; for sure, it would leave a mark not only on my skin but deep down. He made me lie on the couch, started kissing like there was no tomorrow, and ended up biting my lower lip.
"You are fucking testing me. I am trying my best not to fuck you, but every minute of spending alone time with you only makes me hard. That made me come back to my senses. What, really? "You won't?" "What?" "Fuck." He was staring at me and chuckled. "I want to, so badly, God, fuck." "Then why not?" "In a few months, you are turning 18. I want it to be special."
Seriously, I am not a girl, and I don't want it to be special; it's with him somehow; it was special; why the hell was he ruining this moment?
"It's ok, I don't want to be special." "I want to make it special for you; as you have waited till now. It's hardly a few more months, I want to make it worth your waiting." "Darn it, keep your plan aside, and let's enjoy the moment. I am pretty obvious, right?" "No argument; till then, I will try my best to take you to the edge, make you crave for me more and more, and offer blowjob and hand job exclusive offers just for you." I groaned and tried to push him a little from me. "Seriously, you are spoiling the moment." "I will make sure every minute of your waiting is worth it in my own way; bear this for a few more months; masturbate imagining me or by seeing my photo; it's your choice; most importantly, crave my touch; I should be the only person who haunts your dream, and when you are hard in the morning, it should be because of me, ok?" I responded by nodding my head. I was aroused. "You are poking me, baby." It was only a few minutes ago that I released my orgasm. How the hell do his words make me this hard? "Your words are to blame." "My words got this much power; wow, I can guess what would be your state after late-night chatting or conversation." "I really don't want to answer that." "Baby, you know, you don't need to after showing me a live example." With that, his hand was on my member, and his grip was strong, and I couldn't help but gasp. "Want to experience a blowjob?" I nodded my head, desperately. "This is my first time, so I will try my best to please you." Once again, I nodded my head.
He was taking his position by telling me not to break eye contact. I was trying my best, craving more, but when his mouth came into contact with my member, that was it. I was on the next level of excitement with only his mouth connected, with no movement yet. He started moving; his eyes were on me, but I was on the cloud, enjoying every second. A few minutes ago, I had an orgasm. Is it really possible to have another in such a short period of time? That was answered. When something started building in me and when he increased his movement, I came in no time. Joshua had not taken his eyes off me and was observing every change. He approached me; his face was near me; he started stroking his member; and his breathing was heavy on my face, which was making me worse. I moaned matching his; soon he reached his second one and panted on me.
We hugged each other tightly, and after a few seconds, we were back to our senses. He started kissing me, and this time we used our tongues; he was the first to explore. Joshua has taught me different types of kisses. I am not a pro yet, but I am getting there. After a few minutes, we ended our kiss and started cleaning up our mess. When we were done with carving, we were starving. We heated up and had the morning leftover, talking randomly, and we went to bed around 2 a.m.
The next day was Sunday. We had decided to leave in the evening, so we went to explore further. By noon, we returned. After having lunch, we thought of swimming before leaving until we were exhausted. When it was time, we were back, had our shower, packed our stuff, and left the beach house.
Every day is not Sunday; I can't help feeling a little sad. The energy I had while coming was totally the opposite of the energy that I have now, and the reason is not exhaustion. Joshua finally stopped the car in front of my house gate and turned off the engine.
Neither of us spoke. After, like, hours, which was only minutes, of groaning, I spoke. "I don't want to go in there; the same bloody shit is going to start." "We will have our time in the future; I will make more plans, don't worry." "But I should get permission, right? This time it was very hard to get one, and with a warning message." "Let's not dwell on that; we will think when we plan an outing, ok." "Yeah, I really hate my life." "Why?" "So much pressure from my dad I can't handle sometimes, and I worry about not meeting his expectations." "You are trying, right? Give your best in whatever you do." "I am trying, giving my best, but nothing satisfies him; pleasing him is very hard. Day by day it's only getting worse." He sighed at that.
"You are his only son, so do you think he is wrong in expecting something from you?" I was a little taken aback, though it was the truth. "I am not saying he is wrong, but he will always criticize whatever I do; nothing satisfies him, which makes me feel dejected." He nodded his head in understanding. "You are going to get training; on top of it, you are enrolled in various courses. You are worried for nothing." "Yeah, I have enrolled, but I don't have your confidence; always this fear which I have got in me takes the best of me." "Everyone needs to prove themselves at some point, right? Just claim the steps; don't worry about anything else." "What if I fall?" He tried to say something but closed his mouth, contemplating something.
I know falling was inevitable, but my dad would declare me a loser at that second, and I won't be surprised if he disowns me; he won't buy any crap of 'any sayings.'
Joshua broke the silence: "Don't worry about falling; claim the steps. If you fall, I will always catch you."
When the sentence left Joshua, I was stunned. Such strong words till now; I was looking for some backup, at least through words. I wanted to hug him so badly and cry on his shoulder; the least thing I could do was 'thank' him, but nothing came out of my mouth, and this had become a habit of enjoying warmness from Joshua's words, and deep down, I knew he meant every word he spoke.
Joshua left his seat; by stretching my seat a little backwards, he leaned on me.
"Don't think too much; everything is going to be alright. Give your best, ok?" I nodded my head.
We started making out in the car. After bidding goodbye to Joshua, I entered my home.
Home sweet home.