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  Corey looked back at the clock on the wall, grinning. Midnight had gone and passed by already, and they hadn't even noticed. Gracefully, he disentangled himself from Brian, pulling himself up before helping him up.

  "Merry Christmas," Corey said, pulling out a bough of mistletoe that was part of their dinner table's centerpiece, holding it above their heads before pulling him in for a real kiss. He threw the mistletoe somewhere, before they headed to the bed, without breaking the kiss.

  Brian pulled apart this time, gasping softly for air, breathing heavier from lust. "Thank you so much for this trip. I've never felt this good in my life. I'm so sorry that I can't get you anything that could even come close to how much you've already given me."

  "Stop it. I've already told you, you don't have to get me anything more. You're here; that, and that alone makes this the best Christmas I've ever had in my life. You, Brian, are better than any gift in the world."

  He emphasized his words by pushing Brian softly on his back, rolling on top of him, and resuming their kiss. He lifted himself up by his legs, carefully straddling Brian's hips, to give his experienced hands more access to his front. He knew all of his sensitive spots, taking care to tease each one, causing Brian to writhe underneath him, his hands keeping Corey's head steady and he crushed their lips together even tighter.

  They were both hard by now, their erections rubbing against each other's flesh, causing shivers to run up their spines. Brian took that opportunity to flip them over, so that he was on top.

  "You don't mind, do you?" Brian said, rubbing the inside of Corey's thigh, earning himself a soft moan.

  "I'm in no position to complain, have fun."

  Brian smiled, nibbling at Corey's bottom lip suggestively before venturing immediately to one of his favorite spots, the sweet flesh at the junction between his neck and shoulders. Corey's skin was like candy, his taste working like an aphrodisiac. Brian blew softly on the large red area his saliva made, before carefully biting down at the same spot. They trusted each other completely, and Brian knew Corey well enough to know that he got off on just a little bit of pain with the pleasure.

  A second later and a sharp metallic taste flashed through Brian's senses, causing Corey to slightly dig his nails into Brian's back, a short yelp escaping from his lips. Brian panicked from the yelp, looking up immediately to see if he had gone too far.

  "That was… really hot. Keep going, I'm fine," he said, irritated that Brian stopped.

  Brian's mouth found its way down Corey's collarbone to his chest, suckling provocatively at his nipple. Corey grabbed Brian's free hand, occupying himself by sucking on each of his digits, his other hand still feeling along Brian's muscular back. After giving the other nipple the same attention, Brian's lowered himself, his tongue making a beeline downwards.

  Corey was totally lost, still sucking on Brian's fingers. He loved what was about to come. Brian got involved into blowjobs more than anything else. 'A natural born cocksucker,' he mused to himself, bracing himself for what would promise to be an overwhelming experience.

  Brian pulled his hand free from Corey's mouth, grinning from the Corey's whine. He tenderly spread Corey's legs, giving him full access to everything. With his dry hand, he lazily toyed with Corey's balls, waiting expectantly for Corey to get impatient, like he usually did. After a minute or so, Brian stopped altogether, causing Corey to look up.

  "What's wrong?"

  "You always get testy when I tease you… since when did you get so patient?"

  "We have all the time in the world; I was just enjoying the ride. Go at whatever pace you want, it's up to you."

  Brian smiled again, relishing the control he had. He stopped his teasing, jerking Corey's cock a few times before swallowing it in one motion, his nose tickled by his pubic hairs. At the same time, he eased a still slick finger into Corey's ass, aiming directly for his sweet spot. The combined stimuli caused Corey to black out for a moment, lewd screams coming from his throat, his hands gripping the sheets.

  More than satisfied with his reaction, Brian pulled up to regain his ability to breathe properly, playing with the head in his mouth while fucking Corey softly with his first finger. When he felt confident that Corey was ready for the second finger, he started bobbing his head, humming softly to send vibrations through his penis, maintaining the suction. He continued fucking him with his fingers, and started using his other hand to massage the sensitive piece of skin just underneath Corey's ball sac.

  Even if Brian wasn't holding him down, Corey didn't want to spoil the fun by thrusting into that mouth. It took all of his self control, but he wanted to enjoy the whole ride. He placed his concentration on lasting as long as possible, but Brian was proving to be winning that battle with remarkable ease. Brian would pause every few bobs to take Corey down to the base again, still humming all the while.

  'Damn it, even I'm not this good. He's a fucking pro…'

  When Brian's third finger entered his ass, Corey lost control, his body shaking to the point of spasms as rope after rope of semen projected itself down Brian's waiting throat. A particularly strong spurt caught Brian by surprise, causing him to gag for a moment, the remainder of Corey's cum dribbling out of his mouth. He caught all of the runaway strings without much difficulty though, sucking Corey clean with a resounding 'smack'. Brian pulled his fingers out before rising up to give Corey a deep kiss, inviting Corey to enter his mouth to taste himself.

  When they pulled away, Brian's grin clearly stated that he had thoroughly enjoyed himself.

  "I'm so glad you got tested. I can't believe I went so long without tasting you. I could probably come just from that taste. Hell, I know I could come just from the noises you make," Brian said, holding off for a moment to give Corey a chance to come down from his high.

  Corey's breathing was labored, his body sticky with sweat. "You know, you could make a hell of a good living just from using that mouth of yours."

  "I learn from the best," Brian said, laughing.

  "No, I concede. You are officially the best cocksucker in the world. You deserve a trophy or something, damn."

  Seeing that Corey was back to himself, Brian decided to continue where he ended. Without another word, he lowered himself to where he was before, heading straight for Corey's already prepared ass. Spreading both cheeks, he plunged in as far as he could with his tongue, then pulling it out to lick around the rim, the muscles there clenching instinctively from his ministrations.

  "Mmm…" Corey mumbled, returning to his zoned state.

  Brian got up, lifting Corey's legs and bracing them on his shoulder before going back up to Corey's head, kissing his lips as he entered him, going as slowly as possible until his head was completely inside.

  Brian shuddered from the sheer friction. Without a condom or proper lubrication, the friction was overwhelming. He knew that Corey trusted him enough to know that that he wouldn't injure Corey on purpose, but he was so damned tight, injury might happen by accident.

  Corey looked into his eyes, giving him a look that Brian was very familiar with. "Don't hold back."

  Brian smirked, plunging his tongue into Corey's mouth before shoving himself the rest of the way into Corey's ass, brushing against his prostate in the process. Brian's mouth muffled Corey's scream, half from pain and half from pleasure. Corey's hands were on Brian's ass, urging him to move.

  'I can handle it… I want to feel as much of him as possible, whatever the cost.'

  Brian disregarded his natural concern for Corey's welfare, knowing that he would only get angry if he didn't fulfill this particular desire. Breaking the kiss for just enough time to breathe, he pulled out, and then slammed as far down as he could in one fluid motion, making sure he brushed against that spot again. He knew Corey wanted more than that, his hands seemed to be screaming 'faster' since no intelligible noise could come from his preoccupied mouth.

  Throwing caution to the wind just this once, he obliged, thrusting as fast as his body could handle,
each thrust deep; each aimed towards Corey's spot. The pain and the pleasure were both unbearable, Corey placing both hands at both sides of Brian's head, forcing Brian's tongue out of his mouth, only to force his own into his. Over time, Brian noticed that there was increasingly less resistance with each thrust, and he began to grow concerned that it was because of blood, but Corey was unrelenting, still pushing Brian to go faster.

  Brian growled low into Corey's mouth, coming even as he continued his thrusts, still pushed by Corey to go faster until he was totally spent. Finally, their kiss broke, Brian collapsing gracelessly on top of Corey, too tired even to pull out. Corey was relishing the feeling of Brian still lingering in his ass, the fluids leaking out around his waning erection.

  "Thank you, that was amazing," he whispered into his ear.

  "Give me a second... have to catch my breath…" Brian said, still unable to move. "Corey, I think I hurt you, are you okay?"

  "It doesn't matter, I'll be feeling it in the morning, but I can handle myself."

  With a single motion, Brian managed to roll himself off of Corey onto his back, his cock escaping from Corey's rear with a slurping noise. Both of them took the moment of separation to catch their breaths, Brian still riding his orgasm. Corey's hands moved down to his own rekindled erection, but Brian slapped them away.

  "I'll take care of that, just give me a sec. Damn, that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

  "Brian, I don't think I can handle another one of your blowjobs. My brain might explode."

  Brian leaned up, shaking the remainder of his orgasm from his head before leaning over to Corey to see the damage. He grimaced, his fears confirmed. There was a substantial amount of red mixed in with his semen, staining the sheets underneath them.

  "We'll have to get these replaced… the sheets are ruined. I really hope I didn't hurt you too bad. Corey, idiot, why did you want me to go that far? You knew you were going to end up bleeding, didn't you?"

  "I know you didn't mind. And trust me, I don't mind. So there's no problem."

  Brian shrugged. Corey didn't sound injured. And besides, there was a different kind of problem staring at him in the face, erect. Brian smiled, wanting to see for himself why Corey wanted it so hard. He wasn't a masochist; Brian didn't enjoy pain at all, but curiosity still got the better of him.

  "What are you doing?" Corey asked, as Brian scooped up the remainder of the blood and semen that hadn't been absorbed by the sheets. Corey's eyes grew wide at the spectacle of Brian fingering himself with his own cum. "Wow, that's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

  "You haven't seen anything yet," Brian replied, finishing with his own preparations before crawling seductively back on top of Corey. He wasn't very thorough on purpose. He wanted to feel what Corey felt.

  Before Corey could process what he was doing, Brian sat up, his legs still straddling Corey's hips, and he grabbed Corey's erection with one hand, the other hand bracing him on Corey's chest, as he sat down all the way on Corey's cock.

  "FUCK!" Brian screamed, the sudden pain of the self imposed intrusion causing his inner muscles to contract even more, making him too tight to move without more pain.

  "Damn it, Brian, idiot, why would you do something that dumb!? Relax, relax, you're only making it worse!" Corey said, ignoring the tidal wave of pleasure he just got, since Brian was in actual pain.

  Brian ground his teeth together, trying his best to relax his muscles, feeling the initial pain begin to subside. "Oh, so it's 'fine' if you do it, but it's dumb when I try it?"

  Corey laughed. "No, but you should have told me you wanted to. I know my limits better. I didn't even think you liked the pain."

  "Nope, I don't' think I do either," Brian said, managing to get out a laugh when the idiocy of his actions sunk in. "I think I'm good now, I can probably finish."

  Corey shrugged, leaning back again, finally able to enjoy the pressure and warmth on his penis. Slowly this time, Brian raised himself upwards before lowering himself again, finding a rhythm that nullified the pain completely. The fullness he felt with each drop stirred his loins just a little bit. Eventually, he found the angle he wanted, hitting his own sweet spot each time he dropped down. Corey was already close from before; he came without much provocation, emptying himself once again, this time into Brian's ass.

  His service done, Brian pulled off, cleaning off Corey's cock before collapsing down beside Corey again. Corey resisted the temptation to fall asleep, ignoring the increasing pain in his own hind quarters as he approached Brian's half hard arousal, slowly stroking it as he pushed his legs apart, giving him access to Brian's hole.

  "No need to put anything to waste," he quipped, slurping down the remainder of his own semen that was leaving Brian's ass, inserting his tongue as far as he could to get the rest of it. Once he was finished, he replaced his tongue with a single finger, gauging the look on Brian's face to determine where his prostate was. Once he found it, he rubbed that spot, causing Brian to come almost instantaneously, a smaller amount of cum splashing onto his abs, which Corey readily lapped up as well.

  His second orgasm fading a lot quicker than his first, Brian's eyelids began to flutter shut; Corey using the remainder of his energy to push Brian to his side so that he could fall asleep spooned against him.

  "Merry Christmas, Brian."

  --

  The day before school started again, they boarded one of the Towers' private jets, sad that they had to leave such a beautiful place. Brian fell fast asleep in the seat next to Corey's.

  Corey smiled at his sleeping form, clasping Brian's hand in his, before attempting to drift off as well.

  'I don't have any more doubt. I'm in love with him.'

  CHAPTER SIX

  "Mom, I swear, you didn't have to drive me here, I'm going to be fine," an exasperated looking brunette said as he got out of the passenger seat of the car.

  "I know, honey, but you can't blame a mother for wanting to see her son's new high school for herself. Just be careful, for me, okay honey? You don't know for sure what kind of people go here."

  "Yes Mom, I won't go around telling the world I'm gay. Or else the mean old Liberty kids will lynch me and you'll have lost your only son."

  The woman smiled, relieved that her son was less nervous than she was. She was sure he would fit in just fine, he always did. "Keep your wits about you. Call me when you want to be picked up. Bye!"

  He waved nonchalantly as his mother drove off, breathing his nerves away as he walked into the school. Pulling a schedule out of his pocket, he looked around for a teacher to help him to his first period, Marketing.

  --

  Brian and Corey barely made it to class on time, both running into the room just as the bell rang. They grinned at Mr. Monroe, their Marketing teacher, as they took their usual seats in the back corner of the computer lab.

  "It's nice of you two to grace us with your presence. Sit down, class, I know you're back from break and you've got plenty to talk about, but save it. We've got a lot to do. First, though, we've got two new students here, would you two gentlemen like to stand up and tell us your names and something about yourselves?"

  Two students sitting in the front stood up, unsurprised that the teacher decided to place the new kids next to each other.

  The shorter, black haired boy cleared his throat, turning to face the class. "I guess I'll go first. I'm Garret Summers, I'm a junior, moved here from Texas. Something about myself… Uh… well, I play guitar, sing and, oh yeah, I'm gay."

  Garret wasn't surprised to see the immediate scowls and raised eyebrows from the rest of the class. He shrugged, sitting down, gesturing the taller, brunette boy to take his turn.

  "He's got balls to be that upfront about it in this school," Corey whispered to Brian, noticing the reactions from the class. "What do they feed them in Texas anyway? Damn, he's almost as built as you. Almost as hot too."

  "Gee, Corey, why don't you just go ahead and ask him out?" Brian joked, eye
s locked in curiosity at the brunette who was still standing in what appeared to be stunned silence.

  "Hey, I said almost!" Corey teased back. He followed Brian's eyes to the other boy, and laughed. "Now him, that's another story. What are the odds that two guys as fine as them move in on our first period halfway into the year?"

  "Andrew," Mr. Monroe said, politely waving his hand to catch his attention, "Andrew, are you there? Go ahead and take your turn, we have things to do."

  "Oh," he said, shaking his head to snap out of it. 'Andy, pull yourself together. You can't even last five minutes in a new school and you're already checking out a guy? So much for keeping my wits about me. The class probably already knows I'm gay too, now.'

  "Um, I'm Andrew Taylor, but I prefer Andy. I'm a junior too. I was the starting quarterback for the Washington Wildcats, and I'm probably going to try out for this school's team for next year, too."

  "Fascinating," the teacher said, obviously growing impatient. "Then I'm sure you'll find Mr. Towers and Mr. Mannus in the back to be quite valuable acquaintances. That is, if they are paying any attention."

  Most of the class snapped to attention after Andy finished speaking, but none looked quite as shocked as Brian or especially Corey.

  "Corey… is that…"

  "Yeah, that's the starting quarterback from the championship game. He's here now. I didn't know he was just a junior. He's good. You won't be sorry to have him under you next year."

  'Shit… even I didn't start in my junior year. Coach is going to flip when he hears this…'

  --

  "Hey, wait up!" Andy said as the bell rang, running to catch up with Garret.

  "Yeah?" He asked back, nonchalantly appraising the boy who was following him, smiling to himself.

  "That was pretty impressive what you did back there. I mean, you looked like you knew you were going to get that reaction too. I don't think we've formally met, I'm Andy," he said, holding out his hand for a handshake.

  "Nice you meet you. I'm Garret. Would I be too forward to assume that you're going to tell me that you're gay too?"