Cool Fools 4: Consequences

Rolling around, Ethan now pivoted so that they were face-to-cock with each other. “Helloooo Woody!” Ethan exclaimed, looking at the younger man’s re-hardening dick, “God, you have the most beautiful package ever. And to think…you were gonna shrink your beautiful testicles using steroids…”

“I’m glad you stopped me,” Woody said, looking at his lover’s cock, mesmerized by the 9-inch beauty, straight and long, lying flat against the pelvis jutting past the navel, it’s underside exposed so that Woody could see the long tube that carried all of Ethan’s love-juice…the beautiful dark pink arrowhead covered in the recently spilled semen. Nestling in the bush of brown hair, Woody could see the big balls covered in a tight sack. The younger man have seen many dicks before, mostly of his football teammates in the locker room, he had even gave lip-service to the cock of his best friend, but Woody had to swallow the excess drool.

Woody gasped when he felt cold lubrication between his buttcrack, and sighed when it warmed with Ethan’s touch, and moaned when he felt Ethan’s fingers pushing through his tight sphincter, expanding it, steadily widening it with increasing number of fingers. “Put a condom on me…” Ethan said. Woody had never done that for another guy before…well, let’s just say there’re a lot of things he had never done before tonight…but this came naturally enough to Woody. Holding the tip of the condom, Woody rolled the rim down, snug and secure against the muscles and veins of the rod. 

After slapping on excess lube on his penis, Ethan pivoted back around so they were face-to-face again. He raised Woody’s legs to hook around his waist and anchored Woody’s lower back with firm pillows. 
Aiming his eager dagger at the target, Ethan asked, “Ready?” 
Woody looked up hesitantly at Ethan’s eyes. He knew it would surely hurt. But seeing the compassion and gentleness behind Ethan’s blue eyes, Woody nodded….

Ethan entered with full force…all 9-inch at once…until Woody could hear and feel Ethan’s stomach slam against his buttocks. The sudden warm pressure as air compressed inside him, the sharp pain as the wall of his innards abruptly expanded, the feeling of being split open in two made Woody wince and almost jump out of his own skin.

“Damn! I thought you were gonna go in slowly…” Woody said hotly.
“Actually, that’ll only prolong the pain,” Ethan said, “Trust me. You’ll feel better!”

Woody nodded…who else could he trust? Perhaps Ethan wasn’t the only man in the world who could give Woody a proper initiation in anal sex, but Ethan was the only man who deserved Woody’s virgin asshole, the only man who had earned full rights to his whole body.

Ethan pulled most of the way out and slammed back in and Woody bellowed in pain. A third thrust and a fourth…and Woody groaned even louder, but now pain was being masked by pleasure. With each thrust, each deep, hard push inside, Ethan was kissing another part of Woody’s face and touching another part of Woody’s torso. The lover on top was not the type of guy who just fucked an orifice and forgot about the rest of his lover’s body…No, Ethan was a true lover who wanted to pleasure his partner with as many sensations as he could provide.

Woody had never felt so much sensation all at once. There were Ethan’s tender lips on his quivering chin. There was Ethan’s right hand running slowly down his arm, and Ethan’s left hand stroking Woody’s trembling side. With each thrust, Ethan’s stomach came down hard and crushed Woody’s stiff cock and tight balls. Woody was being sent to world beyond heaven and space…where only the two lovers existed. The bed that creaked beneath them now turned into a pool of euphoria, submerging Woody completely. The air surrounding them was hot and dense, floating with ecstasy so that each breath Woody took shocked his senses.

And suddenly Woody realized he wasn’t doing anything…he wasn’t appreciating Ethan’s body the way Ethan was appreciate his. Woody had his hands by his side at the moment, gripping the sheets underneath, not touching his lover’s magnificent body. The young man wasted no more time, running his hands sumptuously up Ethan’s yielding chest, feeling the hard nipples between his fingers, tracing his thumbs down the cleavage between two massive pectorals. Now traveling lower to feel at the straining hard lines of his abdomen and oblique. Woody could tell Ethan was appreciating the added effort…his thrusts faster and harder than ever…his kiss deeper and tender…his hot breath steamier on Woody’s skin.

Ethan was hitting a spot deep in Woody’s love-cavity that was quickly driving him over the edge. And so Woody could feel the tightening of his balls, the twitching of his cock, the fluids rushing out... “OOOHHH HELLL YEAHHH….THISSSS ISSS FUCKKING AMAZING…” Woody had never moaned actual real words during sex before (either he announced slowly that he was coming or just gave some sort of sigh or grunt) but never had he screamed like this during orgasm. Woody squirted his load straight up his lover’s chest, so that semen and sweat mixed together, the aroma of which was unbelievable and Woody came a second time.

But Ethan kept on going, never losing a beat, still fucking him harder than ever. How is it possible that Ethan had yet to orgasm? What willpower someone must have to hold off on feeling something so wonderful...what discipline to overcome the urge to lose control…what strength to fight the body’s natural tendency for release. 

Ethan scooped his arms under Woody’s back and effortlessly rolled both their bodies so that Woody found himself on top. Now he was in control of Ethan’s cock…he was in the dominate position. Knowing that he was in charge of the pleasure excited Woody as he started rocking back and forth on Ethan’s stool, propping his hands on his lover’s firm chest to keep balance, bouncing up and down on his hard stomach. Woody could hear Ethan’s moaning…giving the younger man encouragement to go faster and more boldly.

Ethan cranked his head above the pillow, and Woody knew he wanted to kiss. Leaning forward to give Ethan his wish, their lips merged together, their tongues stretching into the other’s mouth, kneading and knotting, saliva exchanging between their oral cavities. 

Woody could feel Ethan’s hands massaging his tense shoulders and upper back, knowing it was pretty hard to prop oneself in this riding position, and Woody let out a moan of appreciation. How many compassionate, caring, thoroughly involving lovers are there in the world, Woody wondered…probably not many. And Woody felt grateful to be with one of them, possibly the best of them all.

It wasn’t long before Woody reached the brink, feeling his rectal walls tightening around Ethan’s cock (as if it wasn’t tightened enough already) and he had to pause as his body shook with frenzy. Loads after loads of Woody’s hot cum spilled all over Ethan’s chest. Weakened after the powerful orgasm, Woody collapsed on Ethan’s solid chest. How many times had Woody came to climax so far this evening…Woody couldn’t keep track anymore…but based on Ethan’s face, Woody knew there were more to come.

Ethan wrapped his arms around Woody’s waist as he sat both of them up, so that the younger man was sitting on older man’s lap. Both were in an intimate bond, their bodies nestled perfectly like two halves of a locket. This sexual position was naturally slow, but a much needed downtime after the last two positions. And it was also the most intimate, the some sensual…and possibly Woody’s favorite so far. This way, Woody could hook his chin over Ethan’s shoulder and whisper into his lover’s ears, telling him he had never felt so wonderful in his entire life. 

“You’re the most amazing partner I’ve ever been with, Ethan,” Woody said, looking deep into Ethan’s eyes, “Am I the best you’ve ever been with?”

Ethan closed his eyes and pulled Woody’s head down for another kiss. The younger man could feel the stronger man’s body shaking all over, his hands were unsteady, his moans so loud, it vibrated down Woody’s throat…Woody knew Ethan had finally came, he could feel the pulsing of the cock—Woody was almost disappointed that the condom was preventing him to feel Ethan’s eruption. Still kissing, still hugging tight, Ethan slowly pulled out of Woody. The younger man never knew such a profound, empty feeling and whimpered softly in disenchantment.
Gradually, both exhausted bodies lied back down on the mattress. The two looked silently at each other, caressing each other, thanking the other for such a wonderful time.

Woody opened his mouth and let it come out, “I choose you!”

Ethan’s eyes shimmered with moisture, “Y-you do, really?”

Woody nodded, “Of course I choose you. When you told me you loved me…I had already chosen you. Because I do too! I love you Ethan. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved. You’re the only person I don’t mind calling me Sherwood…In fact, it excites me when you call me that. It’s the best thing to hear from your lips right after you say ‘I love you.’”

“I love you, Sherwood.” Ethan said, “You have no idea how happy I am right now…”

Woody shook his head, “Not as happy as me.”

“Then why are you frowning?”
“I don’t know how to break up with Kimora…” Woody sighed.
“What do you mean? Haven’t you broken up with anyone before?”

“Yes, but it’s not that easy,” Woody said, “You see, Kimora’s a pretty wild girl who’s a lot of fun to be with. Her last boyfriend liked for that reason, but when she had no more surprises up her sleeves, the idiot got bored and broke up with her. And she…she cut herself because of him.” Woody nodded at Ethan’s shocked face, “I just recently asked her to open herself up so I could see the girl underneath all the wild fun. And if I broke up with her now, she’ll think I did it because I think she’s boring …which I don’…I still think she’s an amazing girl. But if I don’t want to be responsible for hurting her...”

“Then you should tell her it doesn’t have anything to do with her,” Ethan suggested, “Tell her the truth. Tell her that you’re gay.”
“What? I’m NOT GAY!” Woody said defensively.

Ethan laughed, “Okay then…bisexual…”
“I’m still not…Fine...” Woody sighed, “I’m a freakin’ bisexual. But that means I’m still attracted to girls so that shouldn’t be a reason to break up with her.”

“Tell her about our history.” Ethan suggested, “It’s been such a long, winding road for us to get together…ask her to understand.”
Woody sighed, “I’ll try my best.”
“You probably don’t wanna tell her that we had sex while you guys are still technically dating…”

“Agreed,” said Woody, “And speaking of sex, you still haven’t really answered me. Am I the best you’ve ever had?” Ethan smiled and stroked the younger boy’s face and pulled Woody in for another kiss. After three seconds, Woody pulled away, “No, no, no. A kiss doesn’t tell me much. I want to actually hear you tell me. And I can handle the truth. Even if I’m not the best right now, I’ll make damn sure that I WILL be!”

Ethan sighed, “Fine. Here’s the truth. The best person I’ve ever slept with…the person I felt most connected to…the person who made me feel most exhilarated and blessed to be with…was my first love.” Ethan saw Woody’s brow come together, “Yes, that’s right…it’s your sister…Laurie.”

In that moment, Woody was reminded of the tape that showed Ethan having sex with a girl who turned out to be Laurie. True, it was just a dream, more like a nightmare. But it was a manifestation of Woody’s deepest fear, the simple fact that Ethan was once his sister’s boyfriend.

“How do you feel about that?” Ethan asked.
“Good question,” Woody replied. “It’s great that you still acknowledge how important Laurie was to you. On the other hand, I feel guilty for stealing your heart which belonged to my sister. On a third hand…possibly the most uneasy thought of all, perhaps I’m…I am just a replacement for Laurie?

“No!” Ethan said, “Because you were Laurie’s brother, I did feel like I was responsible for you after her death. I felt like I needed to look after you, took you as my younger brother…So that time when you bought steroids, I thought it was my chance to help you. But the more we spent time together, the more I was attracted to you. Still, you were too young; I couldn’t of course have sex with my younger brother. So I couldn’t accept you then, and I caused you to hate me for a while, but at least it was better than doing something I thought was wrong.” Ethan gulped, “Then I saw you play football, so graceful and poised under pressure, you amazed me, you amazed the whole town. Soon I saw you for you, and not just Laurie’s little brother that I should protect. I saw that you were a strong, confident man of your own, and that’s when I fell in love with you. So believe me when I say, Sherwood, my feelings for you are completely separate from my feelings for your sister. And you should not feel guilty for anything…cause I know, Laurie is our guiding angel and she has finally brought us together.”