Experiment

Title - EXPERIMENT
Author - Rina
Rating - NC-17
Summary - Richard asks Justin to do an experiment with him.
Warning - Drug use, slash.
Disclaimer - not for profit, only fun. Characters belong to people far richer than me.

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Richard was lying on his belly on his own bed and Justin, who was in the same position next to him, was pointing to the book spread out in front of them and trying to explain some of the finer points of biology. Richard didn’t hear a word he was saying. All that filled Richard’s head was, Fuck, look at his mouth. They way he talks, how his big, rosy, pouty-looking lips form the words and oh, the quick flash of his pink tongue behind his white teeth as he makes ‘th’, ‘l’ and ‘n’ sounds. God, I wanna kiss him. Real bad.

Justin looked up from the book, a slight frown on his brow. “Richard, are you even listening to me?”

Snapping himself out of the daze he’d fallen into, Richard replied quickly, “Sure. I’m listening.”

“What did I just say then?” Justin asked, gazing at him expectantly with his round baby blue eyes and long feathery lashes. Richard cleared his throat.

“Uh, you said…something…about…microbes?”

Justin sighed deeply. “Richard, you’re never going to pass this class if you don’t pay attention. I try to explain things in a simple way so that you can comprehend the information but if you keep drifting off into Neverland like this…”

Justin told him off lengthily for being slack but, once again, the words just melded into each other. His voice was a lilting stream, washing over Richard like warm suede and his eyes dropped to his mouth and stayed there.

What would Justin do if I kissed him? he mused. Only one way to find out. Maybe I should just do it. Yeah. Fuck it. I’m gonna do it.

“Richard,” Justin said exasperatedly, noting how the other boy’s eyes were glazed over. “What is wrong with you tonight? Are you tripping or something?”

Richard didn’t answer, just ran the tip of his tongue over his top lip quickly.

Oh God, he’s looking at my mouth, Justin realised with horror. He gulped, his Adams’ apple bobbing as Richard inclined his head and started to slowly move toward him. Justin’s first instinct was to back off but he couldn’t. He was frozen, held prisoner by the hungry look in Richard’s dark blue gaze.

No, he can’t be, he thought in panic. Is he? Jesus…Richard’s not gonna k…

His train of thought was cut off abruptly when Richard slanted his mouth against his. He gasped inwardly at the strange and alien contact of masculine lips on his own and prickly stubble rasping against his chin. Richard made a surprised ‘hmmm’ing sound at how soft and supple Justin’s lips were. They felt almost like a girl’s, like Lisa’s. Only better. He pressed another kiss onto the other boy’s pretty mouth with a small smacking noise and then pulled back to see how Justin reacted. Was he gonna go all flustered and run out off the room or would he deck Richard for doing something so presumptuous and brazen like kiss him without even asking for permission? Would he flee or punch him?

Justin did neither. His eyes were huge, like dinner plates and his lips hung open slackly. He was also quite red in the face. He tried to speak but only a squeak came out. He swallowed and tried again. “Um, Richard? What are you doing?”

Richard half smiled, stunned at his own bravery. “Kissing you, it seems.”

“Er, why?” Justin asked in shock.

“I’m not entirely sure,” he murmured. “But I’m gonna do it again.”
He leant in towards Justin and watched for a sign of resistance. Justin pulled back a bit at first, frowning, then he went very still and quiet. Richard searched his eyes and seeing nothing but a guarded questioning look, kissed him once more before Justin came to his senses and put up a fight.

Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this, Richard said to himself in startled awe as he tasted Justin’s irresistible mouth. I can’t believe he’s LETTING me do this. Holy fuck.

He banished his babbling monologue to the back of his mind and closed his eyes, concentrating on kissing Justin, on teasing the line of his lips gently and slowly with his coaxing tongue, so as not to scare him. Open up, Justin. Let me in, he silently begged, wanting to taste the inside of his mouth.

With a tiny moan Justin opened for him and his eyes went wide at first, then fluttered shut as he felt Richard’s tongue enter past his lips. He tasted like tobacco. The sensation was shockingly wet and erotic and an involuntary shiver ran up his spine. He felt Richard’s hand come up to his face and softly stroke his cheek.
Why am I letting Richard kiss me? he wondered in alarm. And, God, why am I liking it?

Richard kissed him carefully, aware that one false move, one sudden clumsy thrust of his tongue could break the trance Justin had been lulled into and if he turned his friend off now, he’d never get this opportunity again. He eased his tongue out of Justin’s mouth and planted a few gentle sucking kisses on his moist lips before daring to open his eyes.

Justin stared at him, looking utterly lost and shaken. Justin raised his fingers to his own mouth as if he couldn’t understand why his lips were tingling madly. Richard noticed his hand was trembling.

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” Richard admitted with a short nervous laugh.
“Are you freaked out now? You’re not pissed at me are you?”

Justin stared at Richard, blinking once, slowly. He didn’t know what to say.

“I guess if you were, you would have hit me by now, huh?” Richard grinned, trying to ease the tension in the room. He lifted an eyebrow at Justin’s speechlessness.
“Can I ask you something personal, Justin? Was that the first time you’ve been kissed?”

Justin blushed, wondering if it was that obvious.

“Hmm. Thought so. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m guessing that makes you a virgin too, right?”

Justin went an ever deeper shade of scarlet.

“Not that I’m, you know, gay or anything,” Richard said hurriedly. “I’ve never kissed a guy before. I don’t know why I did it but, for some reason, I just…I had to. You sure you’re not pissed?”

Justin let out a shaky breath. “I… I don’t know what I’m thinking right now.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” Richard joked, running his hand through his short hair. He gazed at Justin, and Justin gazed at him, both of them attempting to work out what just happened.

“Did you like it?” Richard asked quizzically. “’Cos, you know what? I did.”
He gave another little laugh of amazement. “What the hell does that mean?”

Justin gulped again. “Um, I’m not sure.” He sounded a little out of breath. He dropped his stare to the open biology book still on the bed. “But it was…okay, I guess.”

Richard crinkled his forehead, looking as if he was thinking something over.
“Justin, do you…want to do an…experiment… with me?” he asked haltingly.

Justin’s head came back up. He appeared wary. “What kind of experiment?”

“Well, I already experimented by kissing you. I wanted to see what it was like. And you experimented by letting me do it so I assume you were curious too. Right?”

“Er, I suppose,” Justin replied awkwardly to his logic.

“Look, we’re friends aren’t we? The only real friends we’ve got?”

Justin shrugged. “Sure.”

“Well, if we’re supposed to be best friends, then we should know everything there is to know about each other. No secrets. That thing we’re planning, that thing we’re gonna do? Murdering someone is a very intimate act, Justin. How are we gonna do it together if we keep jumping every time our hands brush accidentally? And don’t say you haven’t noticed that,” he added. “There’s obviously some weird physical thing going on between us and I don’t know what it is but I’d like to find out.”

He touched Justin’s forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fine cotton material of his shirt. Now that he’d taken the plunge and kissed Justin, he wanted more. Much more. His tone grew low and deliberate, almost sexy.

“What I’m suggesting is that we experiment. With each other.”

“Gosh, Richard. I…I don’t know…” Justin stammered, flushing again. His arm felt like it was scorching where Richard’s palm was on him and he wanted to jerk it away but then Richard would know how much he was affecting him.

“If you’re so fabulously free and open-minded and not just another sheep in the herd, what’s stopping you?” Richard enquired.

“Flock,” Justin muttered.

“What?”

“A group of sheep is called a flock, Richard. Not a herd. That’s cattle.”

Richard stared at him. “Like I really give a fuck. Just answer the question.”

Justin’s eyes darted all over the room. At Richard’s desk, the pictures on his walls, the lamp, anywhere but directly at Richard himself. He was asking Justin to…well, for lack of a better word, make out with him. He found the idea incredibly scary and yet…undeniably intriguing. The kiss, once he got over the shock, hadn’t been bad at all. What would it feel like having Richard touch him?

God, I’m actually considering this insane suggestion, Justin realised.

“Come on Justin. Prove how free you really are,” Richard dared. “Step out of your boundaries. Push the envelope. We’re best friends. If we can do this, we can do anything.”

Justin exhaled a long, slow breath and jerked his gaze back to Richard’s waiting face. “What you’re proposing we do, it’s…it’s really out there, you know? I can’t just, like, jump right in and say, yeah let’s go, let’s fool around. I mean, c’mon Richard, we’re platonic friends. We shouldn’t just rush into something like this. Once we cross that line, it could change everything. Don’t you see? It could affect our whole lives! Seriously. You should really think about what you’re asking.”

Justin was aware he was rambling and defensive but he was more on edge than he’d ever been in his whole life. Frankly, he was petrified. Richard had put him on the spot and it unnerved him. He knew he was shaking uncontrollably and a million butterflies were flapping away in his stomach. He hoped Richard couldn’t tell how much he was spinning out. Or why.

“Chill OUT, man,” Richard retorted. “It’s just an experiment, Justin. I’m not asking you to fucking marry me.”

“I don’t know. I’d have to be really, really drunk or something,” Justin finally said.

A slow smile lifted the edges of Richard’s mouth. He bounded off the bed, reached in his drawer and produced a zip lock bag. “How about high?”

“I don’t do drugs.” Justin’s tone was adamant. Richard rolled his eyes.

“Sheesh. It’s only pot. It’s not gonna kill ya. Let’s just get stoned and we’ll see what happens. Whadda you say? Not pussy are you?”

Justin scowled becomingly. “Fine. Let’s do this then. Bring it on, Richard.”

Richard smiled to himself. He could get Justin to do just about anything by calling him a pussy. It was like Marty McFly on Back to the Future. “Nobody calls me chicken!”

He rolled a fat joint, lit it, had a couple puffs and passed it to Justin. He looked at the marijuana cigarette in disdain like it was a cockroach but put it between his lips, determined not to wuss out in front of Richard’s challenging gaze. He sucked in a mouthful of acrid foul-smelling smoke and breathed it into his lungs. Immediately he coughed and spluttered, his eyes watering and his throat burning.

“Shit,” he wheezed. “This is harsh.”

“You just don’t know how to draw back properly, seeing as you’re a non-smoker. Give it here,” Richard ordered. Justin gladly passed it to him.

“Now, I’m gonna show you an easy way to do it,” Richard said, dragging on the joint. He held the back of Justin’s head and brought their mouths close together. Justin thought wildly he was going to kiss him again but Richard parted his lips and let a thin curl of grey smoke escape.

“Breathe in,” he told him in a choked voice, still holding the air in his chest. Justin inhaled as Richard gradually blew the smoke into his mouth and this time, it didn’t hurt his throat. When Justin drew all of the smoke into his body, Richard instructed, “Hold it until I say so.”

Justin held his breath until Richard nodded and let it all out in a rush. To his astonishment, not a lot of smoke came back out. He hated to think what it was doing to his lungs, soaking in like poison. They repeated the procedure a few times until they got to the stub of the joint, Justin sucking in the smoke from Richard’s mouth, holding it, then exhaling. He thought that this sharing of smoke was almost as intimate as kissing, their lips a hair’s breadth apart and Richard’s hand spread in his hair. Before long the cannabis was working. He was beginning to get light headed and dizzy.

“Feeling it?” Richard watched him closely. Justin nodded and the room spun. He placed his hand on his own chest and felt his pulse thudding erratically and far too fast for his liking. For a moment he believed he was going to have a heart attack and glanced to Richard in fright.

“Is my heart supposed to be racing like this?”

Richard reached out and felt the other boy’s chest. He grinned. “Yeah. It’s supposed to do that. Congratulations. You’re stoned.”

Justin’s eyes were heavy lidded and bloodshot and Richard knew his own looked like that too. While his hand was still on Justin’s chest, he quickly flicked the top two buttons on his shirt open. Justin instinctively groped upward to close the gap at his throat and Richard stopped him with a slap.

“Leave it,” he commanded. “I don’t know how you can breathe with your collar done up so tight. You look so prissy and repressed.”

“At least I don’t wear leather gigolo pants to school,” Justin flung back.

“They make my ass look good. But you already know that, don’t you? You’ve been checking me out, haven’t you?” Richard teased him, making Justin go all embarrassed again. It was too easy.

“No! Of course not!”

“Whatever you say, Justin.” He messed up Justin’s neatly tucked in hair, raking it out from behind his ears and making it fall untidily around his face. Justin fought the urge to smooth it back again.

“There.” Richard’s mouth curved in a pleased smile. “That’s better. You almost look like a real boy.”

He grazed his knuckles over Justin’s cheekbone. Justin swallowed with a mouth gone dry from the marijuana but he didn’t pull back. The world around him appeared to be moving at half the speed it normally did. When he swept his gaze from one spot to another, it was like he saw everything in a series of still frames, like his brain hadn’t quite caught up with his eyes. He felt like he was strangely detached from his body, like it belonged to a stranger and he was just inhabiting it for a while. At the same time he was acutely aware of the blood pumping through his veins, the heavy leaden feeling in his limbs and the relaxed euphoria creeping into his being.

He stared at his hands, opening and closing his fingers in fascination. He’d never noticed before how cool hands were. They were just bone and flesh and tendons but his mind reeled with all the stuff you could do with them and how they did exactly what you wanted them to with just a thought.

“Awesome,” he murmured.

“Damn, Justin. You are so wasted,” Richard remarked, laughing. Justin looked at him, his eyes slightly unfocused and his pupils expanded to maximum width.

“Am I?”

“Fuck yeah. You’re so out of it, dude.” Richard was nowhere near as ripped as Justin because he smoked weed all the time and had built up a tolerance to it.

“It feels…bizarre,” Justin said, flopping back on the bed and watching the ceiling undulate slowly.

Richard swept the biology book onto the floor and lay next to Justin observing the dramatic change in his behaviour. He even looked different, not so cloaked and cold and blank, which was his way of covering up his crippling insecurity and shyness. Richard started to undo the buttons on the front of Justin’s shirt. Justin stared, engrossed, at the light on the roof of Richard’s bedroom. He didn’t seem to know what Richard was doing but then he abruptly sat up and pushed Richard’s hand away.

“Don’t,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” Richard asked softly. Had he changed his mind about the experiment? Richard would be very disappointed.

Justin looked ashamed. “I…I have scars.”

“Really? Show me,” Richard urged.

Justin shook his head. “No. They’re ugly.”

“Aw, c’mon. Look, I have one here,” Richard said, lifting the back of his shirt up, indicating to a patch of white crinkled skin under his shoulder blade. “I got cut by my board when I went surfing in Hawaii. And this one,” he rolled his right pants leg up, showing Justin a mottled purple area on his calf. “Burnt myself on my brother’s motorcycle exhaust. I got heaps of smaller ones, too.”

“Mine are different, Richard,” Justin sighed.

“How different? What happened?”

“Nothing. I…I did them myself,” he explained abashedly. Richard raised his brows.

“Oh, you have to show me now, Justin. Don’t leave me hanging, man.”

Justin hesitated, then undid the button on his shirt cuff and slid the sleeve up, revealing neat lines of red scars running up his forearm. Richard made an impressed sound. “Cool. You did that?”

Justin nodded and decided to show him the other arm, similarly decorated. Richard stared, mesmerised.

“Can I touch them? Please? Pretty please?”

“Um…okay.” Justin inhaled quickly as Richard’s fingertips rippled over the ridges of scar tissue on his skin. Nobody had been allowed to see these scars, let alone touch them. They were his private ritual, his dark secret. But as Richard had pointed out, they were supposed to be best friends and well, if he couldn’t trust Richard, who could he trust?

“I have more,” he found himself saying as his inhibitions faded away. He fumblingly released the rest of his buttons, excruciatingly aware of Richard watching him undress. Justin lowered his gaze and opened the shirt, exposing his pale chest and stomach. There were similar long, narrow cuts all over his chest.

“So, that’s why you always wear long sleeves and high collars, even in summer,” Richard said in wonder. “God, Justin. I wish you’d shown me earlier. They’re beautiful.”

Justin jerked his head up, astonished. “Really?”

“Really.” Richard wasn’t making fun of him. He was serious. “You’re beautiful.”

Richard bit his lip, unable to believe he just said that. The drugs must have got to him more than he previously thought. Cannabis had a habit of making him sappy and romantic.

Justin stared at Richard, feeling like he was going to cry. No one had told him he was beautiful. Never.

He sat there like a stuffed toy and let Richard slip the shirt off his shoulders and pull his arms out of the sleeves. He gently pushed Justin back onto the bed. Justin’s heart almost leaped out of his ribcage when Richard laid a hand on his chest and trailed his fingers over the scars, exploring the shiny smoothness of the healed cuts. Justin felt completely naked and vulnerable but immensely excited. He shivered. The skin on his alabaster chest rose up in goose bumps and his nipples pebbled into tiny nubs. He hoped Richard didn’t notice.

Richard noticed. It was warm in his room so the only plausible reason Justin reacted like that was because he liked it. He liked being touched. And Richard liked touching him. The experiment was under way.

Richard swirled his fingertips around Justin’s dusky pink nipples. Justin shivered again and closed his eyes, losing himself in the extraordinary sensation of Richard’s warm caressing fingers. He hadn’t felt another human being’s touch on his bare skin in years. How had he lived without this?

“ Nice?” Richard asked, gently rolling over the peaks with his thumb. Justin made a small moaning sound that could have been interpreted as a ‘yes’. Richard thought it felt odd, the way there was no pliable flesh to cup in his hands, like a girl’s breast. Just skin and muscle, a light dusting of fur and that little hard bud. Odd but interesting. He traced the hollows of Justin’s collarbone, outlined his ribs and drew a line down his soft, flat belly, delighting in the little flinches the other boy made as he passed over ticklish spots. Richard circled his navel and watched astounded as Justin grew hard before his very eyes. He hadn’t even touched him there!

Well, the kid is still cherry, he reasoned.

Justin kept his eyes shut tight, knowing he had an erection already and not wanting to see what Richard thought of that humiliating show of inexperience. Richard wisely chose not to comment on it but he was privately pleased. He had a very attractive virgin lying on his bed, horny and more than willing to be experimented on. Never mind that it wasn’t a chick. With the help of the drugs, he deliberately ignored the reality that they were both males and what they were doing was strictly taboo, according to most of today’s backward society. In fact, the very wickedness of what they were doing was what made it so thrilling. Richard’s sexual experience was limited to the female anatomy and his own body but there was still so much he could show Justin. He could teach him all kinds of things. It was gonna be fun.

He dragged his fingernail down the length of Justin’s hard on, through the material of his blue jeans. Justin gasped. Richard moved his hand back up, sliding along his arm, over his chest and nipples and rubbing Justin’s belly. When he got close to the edge of his pants, Justin would tense and hold his breath in anticipation. Richard taunted him like this for a while then decided to do something really bold.

He bent down, checking to see if Justin was going to open his eyes, because he wouldn’t be able to do it if the guy was looking, and seeing no change in his expression, Richard curled his tongue out and flicked it over a pink nipple. Justin jerked and hissed, likening the feeling to an electric shock. He waited in agonising suspense until Richard did it again and sucked in another breath through his teeth. Enjoying the audible proof of Justin’s pleasure, Richard licked both of his nipples, alternating between them and tugging with his teeth. He tried blowing gently on Justin’s wet flesh, knowing the puff of air would feel ice-cold and shivery on the twin puckered points. By the sound of it, Justin liked that too. Before long, he was breathing fast and moving restlessly on the bed under Richard’s hands.

Getting quite turned on himself, Richard leaned back and gazed at his captive. He really was ravishing. And sexy. He slid his palms along Justin’s long, lean denim clad thighs and back up again, feeling the muscles tightening under his touch. He would go precariously close to Justin’s groin and then skip over it, causing the other boy to lift his hips in an attempt to catch Richard’s hand. He was starting to make noises of frustration and had his brows drawn together in a frown.

“Do you want me to touch you here, Justin?” Richard whispered, describing the outline of his penis through his jeans with a light sweep of his index finger.

“Yes,” Justin breathed, his mind a red haze of intoxicated lust. “Please. Please.”

Before he chickened out, Richard quickly unzipped Justin’s fly, pulled the waistband of his boxers down and bared his cock. He tentatively touched the shaft and the rigid organ twitched under his fingers. He wrapped his hand around it and Justin groaned, giving him the courage to try out a few strokes.

Oh fuck. I’m touching his dick. I’m actually touching a dick that doesn’t belong to me.

Richard marvelled at the heroic act he was performing. Justin’s cock was hot and velvety soft on the outside and hard as steel under the skin. The head was dark, angry red and weeping clear fluid, like dew drops. Richard spread the slippery substance around with his thumb, like he did to himself when he whacked off, and Justin shuddered.

“Oh God, Richard,” he whimpered.

Richard was staggered by how much he loved hearing Justin say his name like that, desperately and needily, instead of sounding annoyed or exasperated like he usually did. He moved his hand faster and Justin arched his back, gasping, as thick strings of white syrup shot out of his dick onto his stomach, a few beads landing in his pubes. Richard had never seen a dude come before, if he didn’t count himself and guys in porn films. It was enthralling. And the fact that he made Justin do it was extremely satisfying.

“Wow,” Richard said, sounding dazed. “That was quick.”

Justin finally lifted his eyelids and turned to meet Richard’s gaze. His cheeks were darkened a lovely pink and his eyes were sleepy and pretty. “Sorry,” he said lamely.

“Don’t be.” Richard grinned, his hand still on his cock. “As long as you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.”

He scooped up a drop of Justin’s semen and rubbed it between his fingertips, feeling the slick texture. He brought to his nostrils and inhaled the scent. It smelled just like his own. He wondered if it would taste the same too and licked the goo off. It did. Salty, bitter and slightly chemical. Justin was looking at him weirdly.

“What?” Richard raised his brows. “You’ve never tasted your own cum? You do masturbate, don’t you?”

“Uh, sometimes,” Justin admitted. “But as for tasting it? Eww. No.”

When he masturbated, usually at night to help him go to sleep, he wiped all the gunk off his stomach with a tissue as soon as he came. And then went and washed his hands. To him, it was just a sticky, messy by-product of orgasm and something his fastidious nature demanded he clean up straight away. He’d never even thought about putting it in his mouth.

“Do you do that, Richard?”

Richard shrugged nonchalantly. “Occasionally. It’s no worse than licking your own blood. You must have done that.” He looked pointedly at the scars on Justin’s arms.

“Well, yeah. I know what blood tastes like. But that…that’s just gross.”

Richard collected another droplet of cum and offered it to Justin. “No it’s not. Try it man,” he suggested. “Experiment.”

With a large amount of trepidation, Justin opened his mouth and closed his lips around Richard’s finger. He sucked the stuff off and rolled it around his mouth, making a face of pleasant surprise.

“See? It’s not so God-awful is it?” Richard smiled knowingly.

“I guess not,” Justin replied sheepishly. He yawned and his eyes drifted shut again, his lashes fanning on his cheeks. His body felt like it was swaying gently, as if he was on a boat in the middle of the ocean instead of Richard’s bed. Richard toyed with the pearly drips on Justin’s belly, drawing circles in them and eventually rubbing the cream into his skin. Justin was too stoned and floating in the afterglow to care what Richard was doing with his cum. He thought absently that what ever it was, it felt nice.

“What do you think about when you jack off?” Richard asked, playing with Justin’s now soft penis.

Justin opened his eyes to slits and said, “I’m not telling you that.”

“Come on. No secrets, man,” Richard reminded. Justin let his eyelids fall closed.

“Piss off. It’s personal.”

“Justin,” Richard said, sounding greatly amused. “I have your dick in my hand. I think we’re way past the point of personal.”

Justin sighed. “I dunno. Just stuff.”

“Could you be a bit more specific?” Richard drawled.

“Not really.”

Richard rolled his eyes. It was like pulling teeth. “Fine,” he relented. “What if I told you what I thought of first? Would you tell me then?”

“Mmm…maybe. You go first.”

“Well, this is highly irregular, as I normally think about women with big tits and shit like that but just lately, er, you seem to be popping up at odd moments.”

“Me?” Justin lifted his head.

“Yeah, you,” Richard said accusingly. “It must be ‘cos you’re too damn pretty for a guy. I dunno.”

“You think about me when you jerk off?” Justin actually giggled.

“What’s so fucking funny?” Richard glowered. Here he was, practically baring his soul to the one person he swore would never find out about his disturbing fantasies, and the asshole was laughing at him.

“Nothing. It’s just…” Justin let another chuckle go. “You’re not gonna believe this, but I think about you sometimes too.”

“No shit?” Richard brightened.

“No shit,” Justin said, grinning with his eyes closed, his hands underneath his head. Then he sobered. “God, what is wrong with us?”

“I don’t know,” Richard answered truthfully. “But then again, we’re not like most people, are we?”

“Nope. I certainly hope not.”

Justin heard slithering sounds and found Richard undressing. He caught his breath at the sight of Richard’s golden body, all athletic, lean and sinewy, like a cheetah. He’d never seen another guy naked before. Richard was stunning. The other boy draped himself next to Justin. He was hard.

“What…what do you want me to do?” Justin whispered, feeling a little frightened, unsure what Richard expected from him.

“Touch me,” he said huskily. “Touch me, Justin. Everywhere.”

Justin wasn’t tired anymore. He was still drugged and slow but sleeping was the last thing he felt like doing now that Richard had blatantly invited him to feel him up. And he took him up on the generous offer. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow and stretched out a clumsy hand. Richard watched his every move with heavy-lidded, murky blue eyes. Justin began by touching his shoulder, feeling the silken heat of Richard’s skin and languorously moved down his arm, picking up his hand and investigating the lines and whorls of his palm, finding them utterly spellbinding in his altered state.

Richard gently brought Justin’s hand back to his body, right upon his chest. Justin slowly charted the expanse of Richard’s torso and discovered his friend liked his nipples played with too. He amused himself for a little while by making the tiny nubs pucker with a pinch or a twist and letting them go flat, then doing it again. Richard endured this torment patiently, giving a small murmur every now and then.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, grabbed Justin’s wrist and growled, “Stop already, would you? Christ. For a virgin you sure know how to tease.”

He placed Justin’s fingers onto his sorely neglected cock and uttered a deep groan as the other boy made a fist around his staff. “Yeah. Like that. That’s good,” he said gruffly, as Justin moved his hand back and forth, observing his own motions intently.

Justin’s gaze took in every detail of Richard’s penis, the blue veins snaking along the shaft, the dark section of skin under the smooth shiny glans where he had been circumcised and the brunette ringlets of his pubic hair. He cupped Richard’s balls, feeling the weight of the downy masculine pouches. It felt so familiar yet so peculiar to handle this whole other set of genitals. Justin had the exact same parts but Richard’s were a slightly different shape and size, even a different colour. It was funny, Justin had never thought a guy’s dick could look beautiful.

But his did. Before he knew what he was even doing, he had taken Richard’s cock in his mouth. Richard nearly jumped clear off his bed.

“Jesus,” he gasped, his balls tightening immediately at the moist, hot cavern engulfing his manhood. The sight of Justin sucking him off with his eyes closed and holding his hair back out of his face with one hand while the other gripped the base of his prick was almost too much.

“Fucking hell, Justin,” he breathed, drowning in the unbelievable sensation. “This feels even more amazing than my dreams.”

Justin raised his head. His lips were wet with saliva and his blue eyes wide. “You dream about me too?”

Richard wanted him to keep going but Justin was looking at him inquisitively, his task momentarily forgotten.

“Yeah,” he sighed, half wishing he hadn’t blurted out that revealing piece of information. But this whole thing had been his idea and he’d insisted on total honesty so fuck it. Why not tell Justin everything?

“I’ve been having the same dream almost every night for the last, I dunno, few weeks, at least.” Justin waited for him to elaborate. Richard twiddled his thumb ring as he spoke.

“You’re at the front of the class giving a talk and I’m staring at your mouth. I don’t even know what you’re talking about, it doesn’t matter. I get up and walk over to you and just kiss you, in front of everybody. A real long, hard, passionate kiss. Then I make you kneel in front of me and suck my dick while the whole class watches.”

Richard grinned self-consciously. “That’s when I blow my wad and wake up. Man. You have no idea how many pairs of boxer shorts I’ve gone through.”

Justin smiled slowly, apparently pleased at being the object of Richard’s nocturnal emissions. “I’ve dreamt about you too,” he disclosed shyly.

“Yeah?” Richard lifted his eyebrows expectantly, making his forehead wrinkle. “Like a wet dream?”

Justin nodded shortly.

“Tell me about it.”

Justin cringed. “It’s kind of twisted.”

“Even better,” Richard rebounded. “C’mon, I wanna know.”

“Well, it’s at school too,” Justin began bashfully, focusing on a beauty mark right near Richard’s left nipple so he didn’t have to look at his face. “I’m walking down the hall and you trip me up and all my books go flying. You just laugh at me. I look up at your smug face and I just…I hate you. I hate you so much. I get up and I’m so furious that I punch you, as hard as I can and walk off. You chase after me and I get scared and run into this classroom, only it’s not a classroom, it’s the janitor’s closet. You lock the door and trap me in there. Your nose is bleeding and you’re really angry.”

Justin’s voice was breathy, as if he was getting excited. “You make me lick the blood off your face then you pull out a knife and hold it against my throat, saying how you’re gonna cut me up real bad. Next, you shove your hand down my pants and that’s when I…when the dream finishes.” He made a derisive noise. “Sick, huh?”

“Damn. That’s so fucking hot,” Richard exclaimed. “If you ever want me to do that for you, I will. Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

Justin looked up and half-smiled at his enthusiastic response. “Nah, it’s just a stupid dream. I don’t think I’d like it if it really happened. I doubt you’d like to play out yours for real, either.”

“True,” Richard agreed. “I don’t have the balls to kiss you in front of the whole class.” His lips quirked. “But I can kiss you now.”

He grabbed Justin, who still had his jeans on, and pulled him on top of himself. Justin’s thighs were straddling Richard’s body and their bare chests pressed together. With the fingers of his right hand threaded through the other boy’s hair, Richard brought Justin’s head down and claimed his mouth, stroking the firmness of his ass through the warm denim with his left hand. Richard rocked his pelvis, rubbing his unrestrained cock against Justin’s groin. Both of them were soon panting between the kisses.

“I want you so bad, Justin,” Richard whispered. “I wanted you before I even knew you. Did you know you weren’t randomly selected to be my tutor? I asked especially for you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I’ve had the biggest crush on you, baby. I’m so glad you feel the same.”

Justin stared down at him uncertainly. “Is this wrong, Richard? Is what we’re doing wrong?”

“Not to me,” Richard declared. “Anyway, since when did you become the poster child for morality? Doesn’t this feel right? Huh?” He brought his hand up and tweaked Justin’s nipple, making him moan huskily. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You want this, don’t you? Do you want me, Justin?” Richard asked, needing to hear the words.

“Yes,” Justin replied softly, the drugs making him spill out his hidden secrets and desires. “I want this. I want you. I always have, from the moment we met. I was just too far in denial and too chicken-shit to do anything about it. Thank God you did.”

They kissed some more, wet, open-mouthed and ravenously until Richard broke away and begged, “Suck me again. Please.”

Justin climbed off and lay on his side, next to Richard, sliding his lips down the warm fleshy tower of his partner’s cock and back up again, slowly and sensually. He took Richard’s balls into his mouth, one at a time, sucking softly, causing the other boy to almost die with exquisite sensation before Justin focused back on his dick. Richard’s hand found Justin’s naked lower back and he caressed his skin, worming his fingers under the edge of his jeans, discovering the enticing valley of his buttocks.

“I love, love, your mouth,” he told Justin earnestly, almost losing his mind over the way Justin pleasured him like he was a professional hustler and not a naïve sixteen year old boy who hadn’t even been kissed before that day.

He tugged at Justin’s jeans and the other boy lifted his hips, allowing Richard to slide the denim, along with his boxers, down his legs and over his feet. With persuasive nudges, Richard got Justin to move around on his knees until he was facing towards the end of the bed. Richard divided Justin’s thighs and wriggled between them so that Justin came to rest upside down on him and they were in the 69 position. Justin’s cock was dangling in his face like exotic fruit and Richard captured the solid length with his lips and tongue, sucking him into his mouth, savouring his salty, musky, male taste. It felt fantastic, having Justin’s hard pulsing dick in his mouth while Justin blew him at the same time.

He explored Justin’s balls and the cleft of his ass, experimentally probing at his alluring opening. Justin made a humming sound around his cock, sucking harder, so Richard gently pushed a finger into him, marvelling at how tight and hot he was inside. Justin began to make desperate noises deep in his throat and without warning, he came in Richard’s mouth and all Richard could do was swallow the warm gush of fluid or he’d choke on it. When Justin had stopped shuddering, Richard slid his spent organ out of his mouth and lay there, overwhelmed by what he’d done.

He had just given Justin Pendleton oral sex. And loved it.

Justin resumed sucking him and returned the favour by inserting one of his long fingers into Richard’s ass, applying pressure to an unbearably sensitive place internally that made him instantly tense in climax.

“Oh fuck, Justin,” he cried. “I’m gonna come.”

Justin pulled his head back just in time to see Richard ejaculating forcefully, the viscous streams hitting his throat and chest, warm and wet. He rolled off Richard’s body and sat up, trying to stop the cum from dripping onto the bed with his hands. Richard fumbled on the floor and used his own shirt to clean Justin up with.

“Sorry,” Richard said apologetically, wiping Justin’s neck. “You shoulda pulled back more.”

“S’okay,” Justin shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Holy shit, man.” Richard couldn’t believe the amount of sperm he’d unloaded on Justin’s skin. “I don’t know what you touched in there but it made me erupt like a friggin’ geyser.”

“It’s called the prostate gland,” Justin stated. “It surrounds the urethra at the base of the bladder.”

“How do you know that?” Richard asked. Justin gave him a look and Richard muttered, “Dumb question.”

Sitting in front of him was a living encyclopaedia. Justin knew shitloads of weird and wonderful stuff. But reading about things in human anatomy books and knowing exactly where they were located were two different things. Justin had gone straight for the spot like a bloodhound on a trail.

“You naughty boy,” Richard started, comprehension dawning on his face. “You’ve done it to yourself before, haven’t you?”

Justin coloured and replied defensively, “So?”

Richard knelt back and gazed at Justin in admiration. “God, you’re incredible, Justin. I wish everyone knew how amazing you really are.”

He wasn’t talking about how Justin had given him the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life, but the way he was here, saying and doing all these wild, crazy things with Richard, accepting everything and baulking at nothing. He was fearless.

Of course the narcotic substance he’d inhaled was playing a big part in Justin’s demeanour. It was also making his stomach rumble noisily.

“You got anything to eat in here, Richard?” he asked. Richard couldn’t help grinning.

“Got the munchies, huh?” He got up and pulled his pants on. “I’ll sneak out and get something from the kitchen. My parents should be in bed by now. What do you want?”

“Anything. Food. Oh, and something to drink,” Justin added as Richard opened his door. “My mouth is so dry.”

“You got it.” Richard winked at him, disappeared and came back shortly with a carton of orange juice, a bag of potato chips and a squeeze bottle of chocolate ice-cream topping. Justin raised a brow at the strange combination.

“This is for later,” Richard told him enigmatically, setting the topping aside.

Justin’s belly growled again at the sight of the chips. “Gimmie,” he said hungrily.

Richard opened the bag, plucked out a crisp and held it in front of Justin’s mouth. Justin went to bite at it but Richard yanked it back at the last second, causing the other boy to scowl adorably at him. He smiled and offered it to him again, letting Justin take it this time. Justin devoured the chips, crunching away happily, giving a few to Richard and they shared the OJ.

His appetite sated, Justin curled on his side. He eyed the bottle of chocolate sauce.
“What are you gonna do with that?”

“Guess.” Richard’s eyes sparkled with devilment.

“No. You’re not,” Justin said doubtfully.

“Yep. It’s my bed. My topping. Roll over.” Justin obliged. “No, on your belly,” Richard instructed and the other boy turned over. Justin’s back was as sleek and smooth as porcelain. He gasped and jerked as Richard drizzled the thick syrup onto his skin.

“Hey! That’s cold.”

“It was in the fridge,” Richard explained, drawing loops and lines across Justin’s back. He made a small smiley face on each of Justin’s white buttocks.

“What did you write?” Justin asked, knowing he had made words with the sauce. His head was resting on his crossed forearms.

“It says, ‘Justin is a sex god.’” Richard surveyed his artwork proudly.

“Does not.”

“Does too,” Richard emphasised. “You want me to get a mirror?”

“All right, I believe you,” Justin gave in. He sighed in bliss as Richard began to lick the swirls of chocolate from his back with hot little darts of his tongue. Richard cleaned up all the topping, letter by letter, and found the chocolate taste went great with the saltiness of Justin’s skin.

“Mmm. Yummy,” he murmured. Justin shivered as he erased the smiley faces and ran his tongue up the crack of his ass and along his spine. Richard planted a kiss on the back of his neck then said, “All done. You can turn over now.”

Completely relaxed and languid, Justin rolled over and smiled at Richard, enjoying the attention very much. “That was really nice,” he said gratefully.

“I’m not finished yet,” Richard warned. Justin witnessed him drawing a big love heart on his chest and encircling each of his nipples, then filling his navel with the sweet, brown sauce.

With long sweeping strokes of his tongue, Richard licked it all up, delving into his bellybutton and couldn’t resist pulling gently at Justin’s nipples with his teeth, turning them into erect little peaks. Justin moaned, a low, quiet sound, beginning to get aroused again. He had been watching Richard working on his chest but his eyes rolled back into his head as his lust was reignited.

Richard’s mouth moved upward over his collarbones and onto his neck, leaving tiny moist kisses along the way. Justin tilted his head back on the bed, displaying the curve of his throat for Richard who licked over Justin’s Adam’s apple and pressed his lips just under the other boy’s chin. Richard dragged his sensual mouth all over Justin’s lily-white neck, biting and sucking, leaving the skin wet and inflamed.

“Oops,” he said, looking down on Justin who suspiciously cracked open his eyes.

“Oops? Oops, what?”

“I gave you a hickey. Sorry, dude.”

“You what?” Justin repeated incredulously.

“Don’t sweat it,” Richard replied quickly. “Just wear one of your turtlenecks for a few days. It’ll go away.”

Justin couldn’t stay mad at him and sighed. “You did that on purpose.”

“Look, if you want, you can give me one back,” he offered, exposing his neck.

Justin debated it for a second, then firmly attached his mouth to the side of Richard’s throat, sucking like a demon, his nails digging into the spiky-haired boy’s shoulders. Richard let out a groan at the intensity of the suction, knowing when Justin was done, he would have a very large and dark bruise. Dammit. He’d have to borrow one of Justin’s stupid turtleneck sweaters.

Justin’s fingers started to play up and down his back caressingly, causing tingles to race along his spinal column. His seeking hands felt Richard’s ass through his pants, then slipped under the waistband, to touch bare skin. Richard could feel Justin’s erection pressing into his hip and he felt his own cock fill with blood in response. As Justin sucked on his neck, Richard began to grind his pelvis against the male underneath him.

“Oh, Justin. You turn me on so much,” he breathed. A deep growl echoed in Justin’s chest and he sunk his teeth into Richard’s throat, hard, but not hard enough to make him bleed. Richard hissed and Justin kissed the bite mark soothingly.

“I want to fuck you,” Richard said impulsively, his body on fire. “I want to know you. All of you. Inside and out.”

Justin disengaged his mouth from Richard’s skin and whispered, “Then know me.”

Richard hastily removed his pants and turned Justin onto his left side, curving up behind him in the spoons position. He guided his penis down between Justin’s ass cheeks and attempted to enter him. Justin gasped in pain.

“Ow. Ow, Richard! I’m not a girl,” he reminded, looking over his shoulder indignantly. Richard made a regretful face and stopped pushing.

“Yeah, I know. Shit. Sorry.” He’d gotten carried away with the thought of fucking Justin that he hadn’t considered how he was going to do it when the male body does not provide its own lubrication like the female form does.

“Wait. I got something,” he muttered, going to his bedside drawer, digging around inside and coming back with a plastic wrapped square. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled a condom, a clear, unflavoured, uncoloured one, onto his dick. The rubber came with its own lubrication. Perfect. He positioned himself behind Justin and started to press against him, more cautiously this time.

As Richard inched into him, Justin exhaled slowly and made himself go receptive and pliable, instead of tensing up like he automatically wanted to. It hurt but not as bad as he predicted, more like a searing, stretching kind of feeling as his body accommodated Richard’s girth, rather than a ripping, tearing kind of one. He couldn’t have tolerated the pain if the slickness of the condom hadn’t dulled it somewhat.

Richard couldn’t get over the feeling of being inside Justin. It was completely different to being inside a girl. Tighter. Hotter. Infinitely more exciting.

“I’m in, Justin,” Richard told him softly, kissing his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

Justin chewed his lip and nodded, trying to get used to the unusual feeling of being penetrated. The impact of what had just happened hit him like a thunderbolt.

He had had his virginity taken. No, not taken. He’d given it away. To Richard.

His best friend.

“Oh Richard,” he choked out, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and sensation. Tears flowed down his face and he couldn’t hold back a hitching sob.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” Richard asked, frowning in concern. “Does it hurt?”

Justin shook his head, unable to explain his outburst. “No. It’s…it’s just too much. I can’t handle this…I can’t…”

“It’s okay, baby,” Richard crooned, understanding now why Justin was crying. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.”

Richard held him until the other boy calmed down, placing comforting kisses on his shoulder and neck. If he thought this experience was intense on his side, he could only imagine how Justin must be feeling. He was the one losing his innocence here.

“You’re gorgeous, Justin,” he whispered. “So gorgeous.”

Justin turned his tear-stained face to Richard for reassurance and Richard bent down to kiss him tenderly on the mouth. Justin tasted chocolate on Richard’s lips. His new lover tried withdrawing and pushing in slowly and Justin let out a soft ‘ah’. Richard didn’t know if it was a good ‘ah’ or a noise that meant ‘sweet Jesus, that fucking kills!’

“Do you want me to stop?” Richard asked, not wanting Justin to suffer in any way.

“No,” Justin said, his voice a tiny breath of sound.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” His tone was louder and firmer and he suddenly arched back against Richard, embedding him in further. Richard gave a surprised ‘oooh’ sound. He began to thrust into the pale-skinned, scarred boy, with careful restraint at first, then when Justin started moaning, with more vigour and passion.

“I’ve wanted this for the longest time,” Richard said breathlessly, knowing the poetic, sentimental side of him was emerging and there was nothing he could do about it. Lord, he was gonna be embarrassed later.

“I can’t believe I have you in my arms, Justin. I can’t believe I’m actually making love to you. It’s like a dream, a beautiful, glorious, precious dream and I never, ever wanna wake up.”

Due to the heady combination of Richard’s sweet words and his own out of control emotions, Justin was crying again but this time Richard was unable to halt his motions. He pounded into Justin’s shuddering body until his demanding climax was released, apologising to the sobbing boy, over and over again.

“I’m sorry, Justin,” he panted, squeezing him hard. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop. You just felt too good.”

Justin sniffed and wiped his tears away impatiently. “No, it’s not you. God. I don’t even know why I’m bawling. I’m like a bloody woman,” he said disgustedly.

Richard kissed his wet face, tasting salt. “Don’t worry about it. It’s the pot. You’ve never done it before so you didn’t know what would happen. Plus, I just took your cherry, man. That’s a fucking big thing. You’re just spinning out, that’s all.”

“D’you think?” Justin craned his neck around to peer at Richard, his eyes still bloodshot and dopey. He looked adorable. Richard smiled affectionately at him.

“Yeah. You gotta love mood altering drugs. They make you do all sorts of fucked up shit.” Including pouring his flowery heart out, Richard recalled, cringing inwardly.

He stroked the flawless curve of Justin’s hip, still inside of him. Still hard, amazingly, even after coming twice. “How close are you?” he asked his partner. “’Cos I can keep going, if you want me to.”

Justin sounded despondent. “I don’t know if I can go again, Richard.”

“Sure you can,” Richard said confidently. “You were getting into it, before you starting crying, anyway. It was starting to feel good, wasn’t it?”

Justin half nodded. “I guess.”

“So, let’s try for orgasm number three, shall we?” Richard reached around to bring Justin to a full erection, then started to fuck him gently, keeping him aroused with one hand stimulating his cock. Justin made a small noise of pleasure and his eyelids lowered.

“Let yourself go, Justin,” he whispered. “Don’t think. Just feel. Cry if you have to, but give in to it.”

With a deep sigh of resignation, Justin surrendered to the swamping effects of the marijuana high, feeling his head spin and his body throb, his heart still hammering away like a woodpecker on a tree. He let his mind go blank and focused on Richard, on the rumble of his voice, the butterfly brush of his breath, the heady masculine scent of him, the feel of his warm hands upon his flesh- one resting on his shoulder, the other massaging his shaft- and the smooth, long strokes of his cock slipping in and out of his body.

There was no pain anymore, just a growing spark somewhere deep in his belly, a spark that Richard was fanning with every rock of his hips. He held his breath, wanting to concentrate on keeping the ember burning inside him and making it burst into wild flame, not letting it go out.

“Atta boy,” Richard encouraged. “Breathe. Let me take you where you want to go.”

He increased the depth of his plunging and the speed of his hand and Justin’s breathing changed accordingly. He was starting to learn that how he inhaled and exhaled during sex had a direct outcome on his enjoyment and knew on a cerebral level when to slow it down or hold it or make it fast and shallow. Richard could almost feel the waves of pleasure ebbing through Justin with every gulp of air he took into his lungs. He was finding that he was giving in to the physical rollercoaster that Justin was riding as well. Justin was beginning to incorporate long moans into his breathing pattern and the audible expression made Richard very happy.

Justin was almost there.

“Yeah, man. That’s it,” he praised him, loving the way Justin was getting lost in the whole experience. It was extremely important to him that Justin’s first time was a great one. After all, he was gonna remember this for the rest of his life.

So was Richard.

He groaned aloud when he heard his own name tumbling over Justin’s lips, an exclamation of pure erotic submission.

“Richard...ohhh, Richard.” The sound of Justin’s voice was breathy and rewarding.
“This is good. God, I never imagined…”

Justin laid the fingers of one hand around Richard’s bicep, feeling the hard muscle working as his friend masturbated him. He began to pant quickly, his supple lips parted and his brow creased in unspeakable tension. A fine sheen of perspiration shone on his flushed face.

“Oh yeah,” Richard uttered, knowing Justin was nearing his peak. With astonishment, he realised so was he. “I’m gonna go again, Justin. Come with me.”

“Mmmh...mmmh...mmmmh...” Justin was moaning high in his throat as Richard furiously fucked him, smacking hard against his rump, and kept pulling on his cock.

“You can do it. You can do it, baby,” Richard said feverishly, feeling the salty moisture dripping from his own body, rolling down the sides of his face, under his arms, the centre of his torso, between his shoulder blades and behind his knees. He leaned down and licked away a bead of sweat that had fallen onto Justin’s temple.

Then Justin abruptly cried out, a raw agonised, loud cry of passion, digging his nails hard into Richard’s bicep and leaving bloody half-moons in his skin. The flame inside him exploded and Justin came, wracked with violent spasms of ecstasy.

“Yes, Justin. Yes, yes…” Richard groaned, losing himself in the heat and sensation of the other boy’s writhing, clenching body. Justin was emitting tiny whimpers as the last few drops of rich white spunk seeped onto Richard’s hand.

Richard’s climax was sweet and rippling and perfectly delicious, not as intense and shattering as the first two but just as satisfying and wonderful. What was left of his semen just gently oozed out into the reservoir of the condom like thick honey.

He hugged Justin to his chest as they both lay on their sides recuperating, their breathing slowing down and the perspiration cooling and drying on their skin. Richard didn’t pull out for quite a while, he wanted to stay connected to Justin, inside him and part of him for as long as possible. He felt like this was exactly where he belonged.

“That was the most unbelievable couple of hours of my whole sorry existence,” he told Justin in awe, later when he could talk. “You’ve got me, Justin. I’m completely and totally yours. I’m your slave for life.”

Weak and soft with the mellow residue of drugs and sex, Justin smiled with his eyes closed, looking every bit like a cherub in heaven.

He asked dreamily, “Richard, can we get high and experiment again tomorrow?”

Richard chuckled and placed a kiss into his hair. “Anytime you want, sugar.”


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