***WARNING: I know people come to this site to enjoy the content of the erotic stories. But this chapter deals with a lot of stuff in homosexual intercourse that is rarely discussed in a medium like this. Beware! These are some very unpleasant subjects. If you can get past the queasy contents, however, I think the payoff is very satisfying***

Four years, they have known each other. Two years, full of undeniable sexual tension and unstated mutual feelings. A whole year they barely spoke to one another. And now, finally, when it seemed least likely, Woody Anderson and Ethan White were together.

At the moment, the only thing in the way of their relationship was Kimora Gillespie. With enough casual persuasion from Ethan, Woody gathered enough will to ask the girl out to the park where he would, as civilly as possible, break up with her. Still afraid of what she might do to herself after the breakup, given her history of self-inflicting wounds, Woody brought Ethan along for support. There was no way to avoid hurting Kimora’s feelings, but at least if she saw how much they were in love, perhaps she would understand and not feel so badly about herself.

But as always, Kimora surprised Woody.
“Oh my god, that’s so cool,” she said jumping up and down and drawing the two boys into a hug, “I’ve been hoping you two get together!”

“Really?” asked Ethan, “You barely know me…”
“Yeah, but I’ve heard so much from Reed about you two…I was thinking, hmmm, if we should ever break up, I hope Woody get together with Ethan. And he DID!”

“Wow,” said Woody, shaking his head in total awe of how well she was taking it, “You’re just amazing. I’m so glad you’re okay with this.”
Kimora laughed, “I’m more than okay. I’m ecstatic! I mean, this is the best thing in the world.”

Woody thought this was too easy and tried to pinch himself out of the dream, “I’m still sorry that we had to end our relationship…Honestly, it was great the times we spent together, and that night when all we did was talk, I thought it was wonderful. And I hope we can still be friends.”
“Absopositivelylutely!” said Kimora, “I also hope I become friends with you, Ethan.”
“I do too.” Ethan smiled.

Breaking up with Kimora had been a lot easier than Woody had anticipated, and now it was time to tell their friends. Reed Valentine who had a one-way love interest with his best friend was saddened, but not surprised, when he learned of the coupling. The Welling twins were a lot more stunned when they saw Woody kissing Ethan at the comic-bookstore, but they eventually got over the initial shock and seemed genuinely happy for the couple.

For a while, Woody almost thought his parents wouldn’t mind their relationship because his folks never seemed bothered by other gay people. They had many gay and lesbian friends and acquaintances. In fact, when they first learned that Ethan had interests in men, they didn’t think twice about it and still invited him and his family over for dinner every so often. But then again, Ethan and other folks were merely outsiders, so there was no reason for the parents to really care. When it comes to their son, however, the only child they have left on the Earth, they had a bigger opinion about the issue.

“Really Woody?” asked his father, “You’ve always seemed very attracted to girls. Why the sudden change?”
“It’s not a sudden change,” explained Woody, “I’ve had feelings for Ethan for a long time now, and he’s had feeling for me for quite a while too.”

“For how long?” asked his mother, “Since he was going out with your sister…?”
“No! He only thought of me as a little brother then,” said Woody, “He explained it all. It wasn’t until I joined varsity football last year when he started to see me in a different light.”

The father shrugged, “It’s still a bit absurd. He’s in college with a lot of young, attractive people his age, why doesn’t he find someone there?”
“The same reason that you’re five years older than mom,” said Woody, “Because age simply doesn’t matter when it comes to true love.”

“Are you truly in love with him?” asked the mother.
“Yes, I am. I’ve never had feelings like this for anyone before.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just a phase?” asked the father.
Woody rolled his eyes, “Dad, I’m still very much attracted to girls. But it just so happens that I like this one guy, this one man more than any girl out there. And I can’t freakin’ deny it. Tried to, so many times, but I just can’t. It’s just great to be with him.” The more Woody talked, the more that wonderful euphoric feeling surged inside of him, “Please, you are the best parents in the world…I just hope you understand…I hope you approve.”

“Well, I approve,” nodded the mother, “if whatever you got going on with Ethan is actual love, then I approve. Your father just needs time, but I think he’ll come around to it.”

****

Insurmountable pleasure reign their bodies; indescribable thrill ruled their souls. Woody was laying on his side, facing the stark blue wall, his trembling hands gripping the edge of the mattress; if he gripped any harder, his fingers would poke through the fabric. Ethan’s solid, perspiring body was behind him, pummeling the huge manmeat deep in his core, his large hands propping up Woody’s leg, allowing for the efficient ownership and manipulation of his partner’s body.

“Oh, GOD. YEAHHH. Damn, Ethan…oooooooh! You always make me scream like a lil bitch, but it’s fucking great….OOOOOH.” Woody cried out.
“You’re always so tight and warm….God, you feel so great.” Ethan grunted.
“You’re fucking unbelievable….SHIT!” Woody gasped, “….I’m gonnaa…I’m gonna come….Ethan, I can’t hold it in any longer…”

Woody arched his back in an impossible manner, knocking his head against Ethan’s broad shoulders, inhaling the exotic aroma of Ethan’s hair mixed with sweat, as he shot his load onto the wall and mattress. Feeling the inner walls tighten around his rod, Ethan squeezed onto his lover’s thigh, gnawed on his lover’s neck, sighed into his lover’s ears, as he unloaded his love juice into the condom that separated their hot flesh.

A light popping sound as Ethan pulled out of his partner; one of Woody’s least favorite sound in the world, because it meant Ethan was no longer inside him, no longer making love to him, no longer fucking his brains out.

Sliding off the condom, Ethan quickly threw it in the trash by the bed.

Woody shifted around to look into the eyes his wonderful lover, “Damn, Ethan, if I could have you inside me all day…I would.”
“Thanks. If I cum inside you all day, I would,” grinned Ethan, “Hey, do you wanna go take a shower?”

“Nah! I don’t think I have the energy to even get out of bed…” said Woody truthfully.
Ethan insisted, “Well, we should take a shower together,”

“We can do that in the morning. Right now, I just wanna sleep.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” said Ethan, “I’ll soap you up. And you can give me sudsy breasts.”

“Ethan, you have no idea what’s it like when you make me cum…it’s so incredible…I can barely think…nevertheless, move an inch of my body...”
Ethan gulped, “Alright, I guess we can take a shower in the morning.”

Woody sniffed the air twice and laughed, “Did you—did you fart?”
Ethan blushed but didn't say anything as he flipped on the TV.

But as the smell continued to linger for more than ten minutes…

“It still stinks. What’s that smell?” Woody cringed as the repugnant scent continued to attack his nostrils.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Ethan said, as he quickly moved the trashcan further away from the side of the bed.

Curious, Woody leapt off the mattress and peered down at the content of the trashcan. He gasped in horror and disgust at his finding. Above the layer of banana peel, some wads of paper, and a can of Pepsi, the high school boy saw the recently disposed condom…it was caked with brown elements…

“Oh, my fucking God. That’s fucking gross. I can’t believe I’m that disgusting….SHIT!” Woody backed against the nearest wall in repulsion. Immediately he understood why Ethan suggested him to take a shower. The more he thought about it, the queasier his stomach became. Putting a hand over his mouth, he broke through the bedroom door, ran down the hallway into the bathroom, barely had time to lift up the toilet seat and expelled the contents of his stomach into the basin.

Ethan followed him into the bathroom, “It’s alright, Sherwood. It happens sometimes. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal!?” Woody wiped his mouth of the dripping bile, “I’m disgusted in myself. I mean, aren’t you disgusted? There was only a flimsy plastic thing between your cock and my CRAP.” Woody shivered in retrospect, “Damn, I’m gonna puke again!”

“We’ll just practice cleansing methods next time…”
“Next time?” Woody shook his head, “Why...why would you want to put yourself through that again?”

“That’s just a technical difficulty of anal sex that we’ll just have to deal with more carefully from now on. But it’s nothing that would make me love you any less.”

“I wanna take a shower,” Woody sighed.
“I’ll join you,” Ethan offered.
Woody shook his head, “No, please. I don’t feel like being touched. I just feel diseased. I don’t wanna contaminate you more…”