***There will be several chapters to come. I plan this to be a 10 chapter series, and I"ve already written up to Chapter 6. But I will not upload them until mid-September due to my busy college schedule. Hope you enjoy this chapter***

Ethan White gave Woody Anderson a $100 gift certificate to White Geekz a week prior to his eighteenth birthday. Not sure how to spend his money at the comic-book store, he asked his three closest friends what they wanted instead. The Welling twins still hadn’t paid Woody back for their Iron Man action figures, and so they did not dare let Woody spend his birthday gift on them. Reed was recently hired by Ethan to work at the shop and felt it was essentially stealing from the store if Woody used the certificate for him. Besides, Reed wanted only one thing, and it couldn’t be bought with the certificate…

There was only one other person to ask. Woody had hooked up with a rather hot, but eccentric girl named Kimora Gillespie five days after the State game. He had been dating her for two months now and had loved every moment of it. Woody found her interesting for she made her own clothes, cut her own hair, fashioned her own shoes, had a black belt in three different martial arts…and best of all, she was extremely kinky in bed. She also loved anything rare and collectible, so Woody knew the gift certificate would be well spent to further win the affection of his unique girlfriend. 

Woody was very excited for Kimora and Ethan to meet. For some reason, Woody felt like he needed the approval of the college senior, and he was sure Ethan would like Kimora a lot when they meet. They were in lots of ways very similar: they were hot for their respective gender; they were cool but not totally conventional cool; and most importantly, they were simply fun to hang out with.

But when the two went into the store on the mid-January afternoon, Woody and Kimora could only see Reed manning the front. “Where’s Ethan?” Woody asked.
“His grandma’s very ill.” Reed replied, “He and his parents are out of town to be with her in case…you know…it’s her last days on Earth.”

“Oh, how sad!” Kimora said, “Let’s hope she doesn’t become a butterfly in her afterlife…”
It was one of the fun things Woody liked about Kimora; he always had to ask her to explain, “Why not a butterfly?”

“It’s elementary my dear Woody. Chaos Theory: A butterfly flaps its wing in Africa, and there’s a hurricane in New England.”
“Okay…” Woody chuckled, “Let’s go look around.”

Kimora looked through all the old album records and said that she had all of them, and Woody believed it too. He had been in her room which displayed a lot of albums hanging on every inch of her wall. She looked through the action figures in the display glass, and said that her dad modeled for the G.I. Joe toy. Ethan also believed that too; her father was after all a military man and had the rugged, harden face of a solider. Then she saw a glass box on the counter in the corner of the store and gasped in delight, pointing to three objects inside: a gold crown with a red star on it, as well as two silver bracelets also marked with a red star.

“Oh, my god!” she said, “That’s Wonder Woman’s tiara and bracelets.”
Woody asked, “You want it?” 

“Hell, yeah!” she said, “But then again, I wanted to get something that we both could enjoy.”
Woody presently imagined Kimora wearing a red-white-blue-gold Wonder Woman costume. He pictured them in the bedroom, her tying him up with that magical lasso of truth to the four corners of the bed and proceeding to dominate him with her kick-ass martial arts. “Perhaps…we both can enjoy it…you know, with a little role playing.”

“Oooh,” Kimora nodded, excitedly, “I see what you’re getting at!”
“Hey, Reed,” Woody got the attention of his best friend, “how much are these?”

Reed shrugged, “I’m not sure. I think it’s for auction.”
“Do you think they’ll auction for a hundred dollars?”
“Maybe…”
“Well, we’ll take them. And however much Ethan wants for ‘em, I’ll pay later, okay?”

Reed frowned, “Um…we usually don’t sell auction materials until the auction.”
“Oh, what’s the big deal. I’ll pay whatever they’re valued.” Woody said, “If you get in trouble, I’ll cover for you.”

Reed reached in his pant pocket for the keys and went over to the glass box to open it and pulled out the crown and two bracelets. “I have a bad feeling about this…” Reed sighed, but slowly handed his best friend the items anyway.

Whatever ‘bad’ thing would happen sure didn’t occur that night for Woody on his 18th birthday. Just as he imagined, he was stripped naked, all four of his limbs were bounded to the four posts of the bed. His incredible sexy girlfriend Kimora was hovering around on the mattress; she was dressed in a golden bikini and a tight hip-bearing blue pant with white stars. She walked all over his body with her knee high red boots, leaving red shoe prints all over his chest. And soon she was striking his body with the silver bracelets. It was one of the funnest nights of Woody’s entire life, and Woody thought that whatever the bracelets and crowns cost…it was totally worth it.

A week later…

“It cost me my job!” Reed said as he dumped the contents of his tray in the trashcan and left the cafeteria in a huff. “Thanks Woody. Where am I gonna buy new comics now? Or worse, how am I gonna find another job? If I put Ethan down on job reference, they’ll call him and find out I let my friends steal from the store.”

“I’ll talk to him! We’ll take the items back if we have too. We’ve already had our fun with ‘em.” Woody was still smiling, thinking back to last night, “Ethan’s not that big of a jerk…Not always. He’ll understand…I think.”

Woody and Kimora used the tiara and bracelets for three more incredible hot, wild nights, so it took a little convincing to make Kimora give up the items. Finally when they were worse out its use, it was a week later before he could return it. But Ethan was still not there when Woody came back to the store. A new guy was manning the front. 

A wave of disappointment came over Woody, followed by a stream of annoyance. He had only seen Ethan three times in the last two months since the end of football season, but he hadn’t seen Ethan at all in January. “Where’s the hell is he?” 

“On campus. Doing a ton of research papers,” the new guy carefully observed the tiara and bracelet, “Why’s there so much sweat stain on these?”
Woody almost forgot his annoyance at Ethan’s disappearing act, replaced by thoughts of Kimora biting his nipples, “Oh, don’t let me go into detail.”

Woody came back every other day, and found at least two employees manning the shop. He even saw Ethan’s dad once, but he never saw Ethan. The employees continued with the story that Ethan was busy doing ‘research papers,’ but for some reason, Woody failed to believe them, thinking Ethan was hiding back there behind the shop, refusing to talk to him. Woody also went to his house after shop hours and waited at least twenty minutes on the porch, calling his name, but the door never swung open. The more days went by, the bitterer Reed was towards Woody. Knowing if he didn’t find Ethan soon and correct everything he may loose his best friend forever, so two weeks later, Woody finally took the employees’ suggestion of looking for Ethan at his school.

Woody drove to the college campus and found a place to park and hoped he wouldn’t get ticketed for parking without a permit. It was a rather large campus with many places to study, but Woody was determined to find Ethan White. The best place to study was of course the libraries, but the university had three libraries and Woody went to all three and searched practically every floor including the notorious stack sections. He saw three couples making out, one couple in the state of undress, another couple in the process of having sex, a peeping tom watching the couple having sex, but unfortunately, he saw no Ethan White. 

The next best place to study, especially for research, was the museums. Woody knew of two museums on the university campus, a contemporary art museum and a natural history museum. Woody chose first to search at the art museum. He didn’t have time to look at many of the artworks, but he did stop once to look at a sculpture that resembled the face Ethan White, but he never found the real person. Concluding that Ethan Whit wasn’t in the art museum, Woody ran clear across the campus, hiked up a small hill, only to find that the natural history museum was closed for reconstruction. 

It wasn’t the coldest day in winter, but the more he spent time dashing around on campus, the more his nose was running. He stopped everyone he could find and asked if they knew Ethan White, and not surprisingly, everyone certainly knew the popular college student. But they had no idea where he was at the moment. Then Woody set out to find anyone who shared a class with Ethan and luckily found someone who knew that Ethan took a film class every Tuesday and Thursday at seven in the evening. Perfect, Woody thought…since it was Tuesday and it was six o’clock, Woody could go to the class and wait for Ethan there…

He quickly ran to the building where the class was held and trekked up the highest floor and stood by the door to the room. After waiting for thirty minutes, Woody still had not seen Ethan walk in. Actually, he did not see anybody at all. Suspicious, Woody walked into the room and saw the professor’s announcement written on the chalkboard in case any student forgot: they were meeting at the campus’s theatre to watch a movie. Cursing a bit, Woody ran all the way down to the main floor, exited the building, walked across the campus to the Union Hall and read the floor plan to find the auditorium.

Woody reached the third floor and went straight to the theatre but a man stopped him and asked if he got a ticket. The high-school student groaned with a harsh “NO!” He couldn’t believe he had traveled all this way and couldn’t go in. But the man told him to relax and said the ticket was only 2 bucks. Woody felt embarrassed for reacting too quickly and bought the ticket and went into the theatre. 

The sound system of the auditorium was considerably loud for the size of the room, and in the darkness Woody was relieved to see the back of Ethan’s head. It was unmistakable; it was definitely Ethan’s head. Woody couldn’t believe how anyone could have such a gorgeous set of hair on such a perfectly formed skull. It was quite similar to the head of the statue Woody saw earlier at the art museum, but this particular head belonged to the actual Ethan White.

Woody sat in the back row, not wanting to bother Ethan while he was in ‘class.’ To Woody’s surprise, it was a French film about a painfully shy girl who seeks out to help other people and in the end learns to help herself. When the movie Amelie ended, the lights were turned on and the female professor stood in front of the screen and started a discussion about it…not about the story, but about the lighting and visuals and cinematography. Of course it was Ethan who dominated the discussion, noting the tints of the colors on screen, nothing the music style, and noting how beautiful the actress Audrey Tautou was even with her ridiculous bob haircut…everyone chuckled at the last comment. And soon the class was dismissed, but Ethan had left at the exit towards the front of the auditorium and was lost in the crowd.

“Wait! Ethan. Damn it, wait!” Woody shouted as he edged out of the exit, squeezed through the crowd down the hallway, eventually down a flight of stairs eventually to the ground floor. Even though Ethan was becoming smaller and smaller, Woody never lost sight of him. There was no way to lose sight of such a beautiful presence, even amongst the multitude.

Finally, Woody made out of the crowd and began to sprint towards the college senior, out the main door across the lawn towards he parking lot, “Wait! Ethan, please!”

Ethan stopped at an intersection and turned around, a little startled. When he recognized it was Woody, his face began to sink, “Sher—Woody? What are you doing here?”
“I came to find you!” panted Woody.
“What for?” Ethan asked cautiously. 
“You need to get Reed his job back.”

Ethan scrunched up his face with disappointment but still looked so handsome, “So that’s all? You came here to tell me that?”
“Yeah, it’s my fault. Give Reed his job back.”

“No way!” Ethan shook his head furiously, “One of the very first things I told him on his first day was to never sell the auction items…”

Woody sighed, looking deep into Ethan’s blue eyes. He licked his dry lips and gulped, “But he thought—Well, I thought…you would make an exception…you know, for me…”

Ethan scoffed, “Why would I make an exception for you?”
Woody couldn’t believe Ethan’s bitter words, “I don’t know. I thought…I really thought there was something between us that was more than just…monetary worth…”

“You know what? I thought so too,” Ethan said sadly, his voice almost cracking, “But you didn’t even consider what it would do to me or my business when you…when you stole those items from my store…and you did it all for what? For that girl?” Ethan made a particular emphasis on the word ‘girl’ and suddenly Woody knew what it was all about.

“You’re jealous?”
“No, Sherwood. I’m not jealous,” said Ethan exasperatedly, “I’m way more than just jealous. I haven’t dated anyone since Ron, you know that? Cause I’ve been waiting for the right time…for when it would be it okay for us to be together. And now it is…now, you’re old enough…But you couldn’t wait, could you? You went and got yourself a girlfriend!”

“What do you want? Do you want to fuck me?” Woody asked bitterly, “I’ll let you fuck me. If you give Reed his job back, you can fuck me as much as you want.”
“I don’t want to just have sex, okay?” Ethan said, “I want you! I want all of you.”

“Well, here I am! Take advantage. Every inch of my body for the whole night if you want to,” said Woody, “But don’t expect me to be emotionally involved with you. Two years ago, I was willing to give you everything you wanted …but you rejected me. And that’s your loss. So deal with it!”

“I love you, Sherwood.” Ethan said simply. 
The words filled Woody’s heart with something he had never felt before. He heard the first three words countless times from his parents and occasional from his sister and often as he pleasured his girlfriends, but those words coupled with his name expressed by Ethan White was like a whole other sentence to Sherwood, the most beautiful sentence he had ever heard. “What?” Woody asked, hoping the college boy would repeat them.

But Ethan never repeated his words, “I’m sorry I took this long to say it…and I’m also sorry I made Reed take the blow. Tomorrow, I’ll call him and give him the job back. So now you don’t have to feel guilty. I don’t want to have you unless I can have you completely. So you’re free to choose. Me or her. And no, you don’t have to answer right now. Give it some thought. And in the end if you do choose her instead of me, I will…as you say…deal with it,” he looked down at his shoes, wiping some tears from his face, then he looked back up at Woody, “Good night.”

Ethan turned around and crossed the street. Woody wanted to call him back, but he didn’t know what to say…so he let the college boy go, disappearing into the night.

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When he got home, Woody went straight to bed and got under the covers. His girlfriend Kimora called him twice, but he didn’t answer either time. He had spent the whole wintry afternoon searching for one guy, and the search ended with an emotionally draining conversation topped off with a decision that could change his life forever. 

Woody recalled kissing Ethan two years ago. In the sexually fantastical moment, he had been willing to give his whole self, both body and soul, to the that impossibly perfect guy. But the young man had never really thought about the consequences, of how that would completely change his life forever. Now Ethan had given him time to think it thoroughly and so Woody lied in bed…thinking…

Woody had always been attracted to girls…there was no doubt about that…and wild, sexy, but atypical girls like Kimora he liked even more. While watching heterosexual porn, he always hated it when there were lingering shots of the male body; why not focus on the girl the whole time? When Ethan came into his life—or rather, his sister’s life, Woody began feeling things for this guy that he had never felt for another man before. Woody had eyes and recognized other men’s good looks or nice physique—but there was no chemical reaction in his body when he saw another guy shirtless. But when he looked at Ethan—even fully clothed doing something mundane as standing behind the counter ringing up an item—a whirlwind of excitement took over his body.

Woody had pretty liberal parents, but even so, society instilled in him that men with men being together was just wrong. Throughout primary school, Woody had been put off when he saw two guys kissing…whether in films or real life. Then junior high came and his best friend Reed had kissed him; though Woody was shocked, he wasn’t horribly disgusted by it (it was like his mother kissing his cheeks, it was pleasant but definitely not arousing) After that kiss, Woody was no longer bothered when he saw two guys kiss, but he still didn’t find it as appealing as two girls kissing. 

Then tragedy struck and the loss of his sister brought Woody closer to Ethan. With such a wonderfully comforting presence by his side, Woody contemplated what it would be like to kiss this incredibly nice guy. Finally after, he had the chance to find out that night in Ethan’s basement…

It would have been the best kiss Woody ever had…if Ethan hadn’t stopped it!

Woody heard tapping by the window and suddenly thought of his sister. Quickly he rose out of bed and pulled up the blinds. Sitting on the limb of the tree was a girl with long raven silky hair and the most beautiful round eyes. Even though he had avoided talking to her tonight, he was still pleasantly surprised to see her outside his window. Woody opened the window and grinned at the girl trying to balance herself on the tree limb. Reaching out his hand, he pulled Kimora through the window. 

“You must be freezing,” Woody said.
“Well, let’s slip under the covers and you can warm me up.” Kimora always kept him on his toes; he never knew what she would pull off next. She was definitely the funnest person he had ever dated; Woody thought this over and over again.

As they crawled under the covers, the high school senior pushed all thoughts of Ethan asides and focused on what he had in front of him: Kimora Gillespie. She had moved to Southwind at the beginning of senior year, but because of her peculiarities, did not have a lot of girls who wanted to be her friend. Woody had noticed her sitting alone during lunch and would have felt sorry for her if he didn’t also notice other guys checking her out. Girls like Woody’s exes Jessica and Ashley were pretty in the typical way, almost cookie-cutter pretty, but this new girl had polarized the guys at his school. Some found her way too weird and others found her crazily hot…Woody was in the latter group. 

Walking to the park with Reed one day after the State championship, he saw Kimora coming out of her house (only two blocks away from his) and she had joined them without their invitation. At the park, Kimora dragged Woody and Reed to the playground and asked them to play with her on the swings. One of the things Woody missed most about growing up was getting to play on the playground. Being a high-school senior, if he were to play by himself or even with his guy friends, people would surely laugh at him. But with Kimora’s persuasion, he got to revisit the golden days of his youth and didn’t care about anyone watching. 

When the three walked back home, Reed had noticed a certain connection between the Kimora and Woody and had decided to take his own route home, giving the two a chance to talk one on one.

“You wanna go bungee jumping with me and my family this weekend?” asked Kimora, only two hours after introducing themselves.
“Is this like a date?” Woody chuckled.
“It is if we jump tandem…” Kimora winked.

It’s been two and a half months since they jumped off the bridge together, and Woody had never been happier in a relationship. Everyday and every date seemed so new and fresh when he was with her. Time seemed to tick by so fast when they were together; he blinked and saw an hour flew by. Woody wondered if things would ever slow down, if things would ever come to normalcy, and if it did, would he still like her as much? They have done lots of great fun things together, but during that time, Woody wondered if he had emotionally connected with her. It was after all the emotional connectivity that keeps long-term couples together, and Ethan wanted to make sure that underneath the fun and high-spirit, there was a fundamental emotional bond, a strong foundation in their relationship.

So as she began kissing his neck and pulling down the waistband of his pajama, Woody asked her just for that night, if they could just lie in bed and talk. She narrowed her eyes for a moment; Woody was afraid she may think it was too boring ‘just to talk.’ But then she grinned brightly and sighed, “Oh, I would love to talk. You don’t know how relieved I am. Gosh, my mind was exploding, always trying to figure out what to do that we haven’t done before…how to surprise you next.”

“You don’t have to surprise me everyday,” Woody hugged her, “I enjoy your efforts, but I’m cool if we do the same stuff every once in a while.”
“Oh my god, you’re so great,” Kimora exclaimed, “My last boyfriend dumped me when he learned all my eccentricities…when I became just another boring girl to him. I’m so glad you asked me just to talk…”

To make his decision even harder, Woody had a great time that night just lying on the bed and talking with her, holding each other snugly and sometimes kissing, but mostly absorbed in quiet casual conversations with her until daybreak. Woody learned of her hopes and dreams, her secret desire to be the first woman to walk on the moon, as well as her ordinary hopes such as to become an elementary school teacher. Most importantly, Ethan learned there was a good emotional foundation underneath all the fun elements, that he could actually have a long term relationship with this girl.

But when ambient sunlight filled the room at dawn, Woody realized that as great as Kimora may be, as great the possibilities their future could hold, his desire to be with Ethan outmatched his desire to continue the relationship with Kimora. 

“I love you, Woody,” she told him almost immediately after he had made the decision, “Please don’t break up with me now that you know all my boring secrets.”

Woody bit his lips guiltily, “Of course I won’t!” 
And then she told him something that deeply disturbed him. “You see these scars on my arms. Some of them aren’t from mountain climbing. They’re from razor blades.”

“What?” Woody’s heart paused in incomprehension.
“I cutted myself when my last boyfriend dumped me,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Do you think I’m crazy now?”
“No, of course not!”

“Do you love me?” she asked.
Woody said slowly, “I...I’m not ready to say that just yet. But for now, I really like you. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever gone out with.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re being honest,” she said, “But please, don’t ever hurt me, Woody. I don’t know if I can take it.”

And suddenly, Woody had to rethink his decision again.

****

It was an unusually busy day at White Geekz that Monday afternoon when new comic-books came in stock. Ethan was standing at the register, constantly ringing people up, his face was expressionless (as the twins had once described it ‘like a zombie’). When Ethan saw Woody walk in, his visage brightened considerably, but Woody’s heart sunk even deeper in a pit of chaos. Reed was coming restocking some items, and Ethan told him to stop what he was doing and come replace him at the register. Reed dropped a box of comics by the front door and went to do as his boss asked.

“So…” Ethan came up to Woody, his blue eyes sparkling with hope, his lips quivering with anticipation, “Is it good news?”
Woody licked his chap lips. He felt his nose burning and irritating, and he knew it was turning red. He took in a deep breath and started, “I…I came to tell you that…”

“HEY STOP! Come back kid,” Ethan yelled, looking over Woody’s shoulders. Woody turned around to see a small boy wearing a hoodie running out of the store, and soon Ethan was chasing after him, “Call security, Reed!”

After ten long seconds, Woody remembered to exhale. He hunched over a glass counter, with the sickest feeling in his stomach. He had barely begun to tell Ethan the bad news but already felt like throwing up. He wasn’t sure if he could bear to tell him again…

“Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Reed had joined Woody hunching over the glass counter, “I put the box there at the front door. And that kid stole the whole damn thing. Oh fuck! I’ve been back for three days and I already fucked up again!”

“When he comes back, tell him,” Woody said slowly, “that I will come to his house tonight at 8. Tell him I can’t promise he’ll like what I have to say, but I will want to see his sixteen Tiggers.”
“Sixteen Tiggers?” Reed was definitely confused. 

Woody nodded, “Tell him that and he may not fire you.”
Woody left the store. Again, he had to rethink his decision.

****

The clock was 7:55 when Woody drove up the driveway and parked his car behind Ethan’s blue-and-white truck. Turning off the engine, he could feel late January’s cold air quickly seeping inside through the frame of the car. He still hadn’t come up with a decision yet, but the main purpose he came here was to tell Ethan ask either for more time. Woody opened the door and stepped outside and mounted the front porch.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Woody remembered the last time he was standing in front of Ethan’s white-sided house. He was thinking of quitting the football team after the public’s pressure had gotten to him, and yet compared to how he felt now, he was rather calm then. At the moment, his sweaty, shaking hands were gripping tightly on the railing, and the railing was rocking off its bolts. With the way his legs were trembling, Woody thought there was an earthquake underneath him. His heart was beating in his throat, and his skin was on fire, and he was feeling light-headed.

Woody had never seen a door swing open that fast; he had never been pulled into the house with greater force either. Woody opened his mouth to speak, but Ethan pressed a finger on his lips, “Don’t tell me anything. Not yet!”

And so…they were kissing. Tender, aching lips smashing together; jaws grinding with hunger; two saturated tongues pulsated thirstily. Ethan was wearing the boxer short with sixteen Tiggers and nothing else…and Woody was mesmerized by the warmth of Ethan’s body. Their arms were in a bind; gripping at each other’s shoulders and head, afraid that if they let go and if their mouths disconnected…they would have to speak…So they kept on kissing, even as their bodies knocked their way down the narrow hallway, brushing against the door panel into the bedroom. The bed creaked as they threw their beautiful forms onto the mattress, the stronger man on top. 

Now that they were in the bedroom, sprawling on the mattress, having kissed for five minutes…now that there was no mistake that Woody wanted this, at least for the night, Ethan took the risk of letting their mouths part. “If you haven’t made up your mind completely,” said Ethan under heavy breathes, “I want to persuade you towards me…will you let me persuade you?” 

Woody nodded slowly, and Ethan again dove at the younger man’s face, nibbling behind his ears, gnawing at his neck, running his tongue with one smooth stroke across Woody’s jaw line and blowing hot air to dry it. Woody moaned amusedly at the combination of cool evaporation and hot breathe, mixing together to create an ephemeral but wonderful sensation.

Now Woody felt Ethan’s hands running under his shirt, rubbing against the muscles covering the trunk of his body. No other pair of hands could create such sensations on Woody; no other hands caused him to tremble helplessly and yet made him feel so safe and secure; no other hands could turn his nipples that hard or excite his skin that much. 
Ethan momentarily lifted from Woody’s chest and, with one swift skillful pull, unbounded the shirt from his lover’s torso. His hands easily transitioned to their next duty…unbuttoning and unzipping the trousers. Woody bucked his hips to help with the process, and in a matter of blinking seconds the denim jeans were kicked to the floor. Ethan stared down at his lover’s waist area and smiled from ear to ear. “Winnie-the-Pooh?”

Woody nodded with a smirk, “Sixteen…I counted.” Ethan stretched back down on the younger man’s body, letting Winnies and Tiggers meet. Their lips came together once more, perhaps even fierier and more passionate than before, now that most of their bodies were free to contact. 

Ethan’s broader chest crushed down on the smaller man’s frame; the stronger man’s legs pinned down the younger man’s hips. Woody soon realized that he was no longer the dominate Man in this love-making.

But that doesn’t matter. Not right now. Not when their hips were gliding together so sensuously. Not when the head of their straining cocks poked out from under the waist band. In fact, Woody was more than glad that Ethan was taking charge. He had never felt this much pleasure before actual intercourse had even begun…. 

Woody’s lower back sunk into the mattress as Ethan’s hip dug forward. Both their cocks were crushed between the hard slabs of their bodies, their ballsacs vibrating erratically between their legs. Sweat dripped from their pores, now forming a wonderful sealant for their flesh, trapping the passionate sensations between them, not letting anything go wasted to the surrounding.

Woody could feel himself about to come over the edge already. Everything felt absolutely great, their cock squeezing out of their shorts so both man-meat were touching from the first time. Winnie’s honeychute rubbing against Tigger’s springy tail. 

But it was too soon to come over the edge; Woody tried hard to prevent himself from releasing so early. But it was impossible…he knew he couldn’t stop the sensations right before he came: his balls pulling up just a bit, his cock’s tunnels expanding, his whole body shaking with fury…
Ethan’s sexy low grunt with each thrust now became fiercer and more irregular. Woody knew his lover was about to explode too…and just as their lips came back together, they erupted at the same time. Tremendous splurges of hot honey-cum splattered between their pelvises. 

“Oh God. Oh my Wow. Dry humping, who knew it could be this great?” Woody said ecstatically, looking up at the amazing man on top of him. “That was some good persuasion, Ethan…”

“I’m not done persuading,” Ethan stared at Woody intensely; Woody could feel Ethan’s dick, still hard and expanding, even after ejaculation. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, Sherwood. Do you think that’s all the persuasion I have in me? It’s only the beginning, baby.” 

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.”

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