Secrets 5

This can’t be happening - but my dreams aren’t this realistic. Patrick was really kissing me; his lips were really pressing up against mine, his tongue was really dancing along with mine, our bodies were really grinding up against each other. This had to be real. My heart was speeding at the speed of light, and I felt Patrick’s heart beating just as loudly and quickly. I was really kissing my best friend; he was on top of me, his hard dick straining through his jeans, rubbing up against my crotch. His body heat was surrounding, making the both of us sweat. 

I struggled to breathe between each kiss. Patrick slipped his hands underneath my shirt and started to slide his big, warm hands on my sweat-slicked stomach and chest. His touch was electrifying, gentle, but a bit rough all at the same time. It took him only seconds to find my nipples and begin to play with and squeeze them tightly, causing me to moan gently into his mouth. Patrick pulled away from me. He was breathing hard and he just stared at me with those intense, but warm chocolate-colored eyes of his.

“You okay?” Patrick asked.

I took a deep breath. I could feel sweat sliding across my forehead. “Yeah. What about you?”

Patrick didn’t answer. He brought his face down to my neck and licked and nibbled on the side of my neck. My legs jerked uncontrollably and my dick was about to rip through the slightly loose pants I wore. I really wanted to get out of my clothes - but I wanted Patrick to be the one to take my clothes off. And I wanted to be the one to take his clothes off as well. I wondered what Patrick was thinking about as he gently sucked on the side of my neck, flooding my whole body with intense pleasure. I had never had a sexual experience like this before, not one that made me feel so good, so nervous, and so alive at the same time. And it was happening with the one boy in all the world that I wanted. For this moment, Patrick was with me. For this moment, Patrick was mine. 

I rubbed the back of Patrick’s perfectly-shaped head, running my fingers through his neat dark brown hair and whispered into his ear, “Are we really doing this?” 

“Do you want to?” Patrick asked me.

“Yeah, I do...but I don’t want things to change if we do this.”

Patrick got off of me. Both of us were still breathing rapidly and my pulse was still pounding in my ears. We were both really hot and sweaty; we just stared at each other for a moment or two, not really saying anything, just looking. “What do you mean, change?” Patrick questioned.

I felt stupid for breaking the mood. “I just don’t want you to...I don’t know...I just don’t want you to hate me when it’s over.”

“Sean, why would I hate you?” Patrick asked again; he sounded a bit angry. “You’re my best friend.”

“That’s why you would hate me,” I answered.

Patrick sighed. “I thought this was what you wanted. I thought you wanted me.”

“You are what I want, Patrick. I just...I just don’t want to make shit more complicated than it already is. I mean, you just broke up with Rose two seconds ago, I’ve been having to deal with Danny and his evil, fucked up ass -”

“Who’s Danny?” Patrick asked.

I stopped talking. I was a bit confused for a couple of seconds. “Huh?”

“Danny,” Patrick repeated. “Who is that? Your boyfriend?” There was something really resentful about the way he said, ‘boyfriend’, like he was jealous or something. I don’t know why he would be.

“He’s just a friend from school - well, actually he ‘was’ just a friend from school. He liked me...but he got mad when I didn’t like him back.”

“Why didn’t you like him?” Patrick asked. He had this really serious look on his handsome face.

“...I don’t know...because I liked you more.”

“What does he look like?” Patrick asked. I really couldn’t understand why Patrick was asking me all of these questions. 

“A little bit shorter than me, black hair, green -- no, brown eyes.”

“What’s his last name?”

“Madison,” I said. “Why do you want to know?”

“I just do,” Patrick said simply. He looked at me for a few seconds. “Have you fucked him?” I was shocked by the bluntness of Patrick’s question. 

“No...” I lied. I tried to sound like I was a bit offended by the question, but I think I ended up sounding more nervous than I wanted.

“`Cause you liked me,” Patrick said. The way he said that was more of a statement than a question.

“Yeah,” I replied, a bit nervous again.

Patrick rubbed his foot against my leg. I felt an electric charge spreading throughout my body every time he touched me. He was looking at me with his deep brown, seductive eyes, his mouth slightly open, his face incredibly relaxed. Patrick knew that he could have me anytime he wanted; he knew I would let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do with me. “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I can’t believe this is happening. Doesn’t feel real.”

“Come here,” Patrick ordered. “Get on top of me.” I’d never known Patrick to be so direct and blunt like the way he was with me now. I actually really liked it. Doing as he asked, I climbed on top of Patrick, with my heart still beating wildly and my breath getting shallow again. Right before our lips connected again, Patrick said softly: “Relax. Nothin’ has to change.” I really wanted to believe him when he said that, but I wasn’t sure. But I tried to do as he asked anyway. 

I flattened my body against his, and we started to kiss again. Our wet tongues rubbed up against each other; Patrick’s hands were roaming all up and down my back, and when he found my ass, he squeezed it and wouldn’t let go. It felt kinda strange to have Patrick’s hands on my ass, but it felt really good at the same time. Patrick started to kiss me much deeper and harder, almost to the point where I couldn’t breathe again. The longer we kissed the more I relaxed, but I wondered while we were kissing if Patrick was thinking about me, or if he was really thinking about Rose.

Patrick rolled over so that he was on top of me. He squeezed my dick through my pants, which caused another surge of passion to wash all over my body. Patrick snatched his lips away from mine, and in one easy motion ripped off his shirt. His naked, muscular chest glistened with sweat and his abs looked unbelievably good. I wanted to touch and lick him all over. I grabbed Patrick’s belt buckle, unloosened it, and snatched his belt out of the loops of his jeans. Patrick got off of the bed, his eyes still on me the whole time, and he pulled his jeans down, stepping out of them. He was wearing the tightest, smallest pair of white underwear I’ve ever seen anyone wear in real life. 

His body was so perfect, like a piece of living art. I could see his large dick making a tent in those small underwear; I was surprised that his erection didn’t cause the cotton to tear. I was so fascinated and mesmerized by the sight of Patrick’s gorgeous body that I couldn’t move. “You gotta take yours off too,” Patrick said. 

Looking at Patrick’s body, I was a bit self-conscious about taking my clothes off in front of him. Yeah, I had a nicely-shaped body and I had some muscle tone, but my body was not as muscular and perfect as Patrick’s was. Patrick saw that I was nervous and said, “If I could do it, then so could you.”

I got off the bed and slowly took off my shirt, tossing it on the other side of my bed. Patrick’s eyes were examining my chest. He had a satisfied expression on his face. His fingers were hooked on the inside of his elastic underwear band. He was waited for me to get down to my underwear before he would take his off. It seemed like it took me even longer to take off my pants. I wore boxers instead of briefs, which gave more room for my dick to tent the front of them. Patrick grinned when he saw my hard dick in my boxers.