Rain on Me MxM (Staten Krown)

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*Damien lay on the sofa watching the television, his dark eyes fixed on thescreen. The air was cool in the house and Damien felt he needed somecompanionship. The want, the need, the hunger. Inside, Damien fought tohold back his imagination. His mind wondered into a limbo of lust andpleasure. As he lay there with his eyes closed damien saw a dark andshadowy figure. He moved closer to the figure the body became clearer andclearer. Damien touched the body and the image gained color. It was robbiestanding before him in a brilliant light. A radiance of warmth came fromhim, like a comfort that Damien had long forgotten. The person was standingthere, the boy who had showed him challenges, that were beyondimagining. The person who stood before him was the person he needed it tobe. It was Robbie, completely exposed. His eyes met damiens and the twostared at each other, as though meeting for the first time. The moment feltlike an eternity until the silence was broken by a kiss. Robbie had reachedand touched the back of Damien's head, closing their lips to form oneperson, one being, with one purpose and that was to love. Robbie broke thekiss, in his usual tease, making Damien's passion grow. It was the timewhen he needed to be aggressive. The scene began to change. They were nolonger inside, but in a clear green meadow. The grass was about them asDamien straddled his young lover on it, wishing this moment would lastforever.The clouds parted and the sun shined through the windows onto the two boys.The divine rays spread warmth and happiness through their veins. To hiscommand white roses began to spout up around them and all of a suddenDamien was now entirely naked and this partner lay on the floor in thepatch of sunlight.Damien lay on top of Robbie and stroked his nipples. He licked his ears allwhile Robbie made soft moans from the meadow grounds. They kissed andDamien felt his hand wander downwards His index finger stroked Robbie'sbelly button and it shot a chill down his spineRobbie began to calm Damien with soft whispers, airy whispers...almostsaying nothing at all. He turned him around. The air was thin and the birdswere singing outside as the hand made its way to Damien's genitalia. Hestared to touch his silky pubic hair, caressing them with caring strides.Now completely erect, Robbie started to play with his mouth on Damien'slength. Robbie fondled with Damien's length to get it its full 7inches. The two knew what to do, without even saying anything. Robbie tookDamien into his mouth, slowly caressing it with his tongue. Damien feltevery slurp and every emotion possible. Damien moaned loudly out of purepleasure and satisfaction.He pushed Robbie off his dick with such force that Robbie fell to theground. Damien lunged at him immediately going to Robbie's cock. In asavage and thirsty manner Damien took Robbie's cock! He began to suck. withjolts of immense joy rushed all directions inside Robbie. The pleasure wasbuilding, stacking, until he couldn't take it anymoreAt that moment 3 blasts of white, man juices sprayed into Damien's mouth.Damien swallowed every drop.He continued to suck on Robbie's length trying to swallow all of the savoryliquid. Robbie then sat up on the floor and kissed Damien. Their tonguescollided and Damien fell back onto the floor. He swallowed Damien's 7 inchcock and the feeling escalated beyond anything he had ever feltAlmost immediately he cried and there was a blast of an enormous amount ofwhite liquid. Damien sat up and their lips met. When the kiss broke therewas loud.. .whistle... whistle?* ~"Damien wake up!"I looked next to me and saw Eric. We were both sitting on the middle of thefootball field with all the other guys who neglected to get dressed for gymclass. The sun was hot and I really didn't feel like doing anything butsitting like we always did. It was all just a dream. All that thosethoughts I had about Robbie, they were all just a dream...but they felt sovery real.It was a year later now. A year since I had seen Robbie. He had disappearedlike a lost dream, suddenly snatched up by the dust and then...gone. Ithadn't been my first time dreaming of him and in all the dreams I seemed toremember how he pleased me physically. He pleased me so well physicallythat it began to cross over to a romantic love. It was all a dream, avivid, weary and wrought dream. I missed him, more than I could admit andmuch more than I liked to believe that I would. It wasn't anything specialright? Just a pretty face and a real good fuck. So why was I dreaming aboutgobbling down his semen, like I was in the middle of a lost island and thatwas all I had to survive on?How were we separated?How did it happen that one day Robbie was living with me and we were havingsex daily to it being that he had gone and now I was sitting in the middleof gym class dreaming about him? Well it was simple... ~It was a weekend night and I stood there tasting Robbie's every sweat andcaressing him slowly. There was whip cream all over his pubes and even onhis long extended dick that fit so well inside my hands. I remember hismoans as I placed I leaned him back on the counter and began to play withhis stomach, moving down...slowly...to his abs. NOT TO MENTION HIS DIRTYWORDS! He could whisper anything into my ear and get me excited. I couldget a hard on by the way he told me how the weather was outside!Well there I was leaning over him on the counter, stressing the feel of himnext to me. He was groaning with emotional pleasure by the time my handrevealed it true intention. I was caressing him at that moment, his ball inmy left hand and his dick in my right. I could feel the touch of thescrotum, it was something like soft marbles in a beanie bag. As I playedwith his balls, I let my index finger slowly glide even further south, tothe little crack in his ass that had stuck out from the seat of thecabinet. He moaned louder."OHHH YEA!!!! DAMIEN!"Suddenly there was a big clash of glass and it had turned to see hismother, Dina. She was standing in the middle of the room floor. Her eyeswere looking right into mine, dazed and angered. My father was by her sideand Eric next to her. There faces all had different expressions, but thebasis for these expression remained. We had been caught, in a mostunnatural way, by the three people who would be far against us doing thisact the most. Our parents stood with disappointment while Eric, stood therewith lackluster mean stare towards me that he couldn't keep for long evenif he wanted to. He would forgive me not even by the end of that samenight. He would because he always did. The boy was in love with me...ofcourse..."What's going on?" I remembered my father saying.I remember wanting to reply, 'Your not blind...you can see what's goingon!"But instead I found myself saying, "Oh my god!"Then I could see myself pushing off Robbie, who remained stunned on thetable looking at his mother and suddenly it hit him that his mother hadseen his dick covered in whip cream while his soon-to-be stepbrother stoodrubbing it down. I remembered how Robbie jumped back up to his feet infear. I whimpered a little, like a stranded puppy and then took a look atmy father. He was so very confused. So very lost.He has sat us all in the living room, even Eric, who seemed to be ratherirrelevant to the whole situation. I sat as far away from Robbie as Ipossibly could. I didn't want them to be angry worse then they alreadywere. The saddest thing about that whole time was that my hard-on had notgone down the whole time. The whole time I was talking to my father, evenwhile we were being caught, my dick remained as hard as a statue andcompletely erect. I tried to hide it, but since I was doing a bad job at itand it was becoming completely awkward I just let it stand there. I noticedstares from Dina, Eric and Robbie at times. None of them staring at myeyes, but staring completely at the long hard dick as though they werebeing distracted by it just being there. I had already been embarrassedthat night, nothing would make it worse."How long have the two of you been...well gay?" my father had asked a yearago.There was complete silence. I wasn't gonna answer it for sure. Notsomething that I wanted to talk to my father about. We were 'that' close."Ok, a better question," my father had rephrased, "How long have you beenhaving sex with other boys?""I been having sex with guys as soon as I knew it was possible," Robbiesaid, "But if you say gay...well I never got any pleasure out of it...untilI met your son that is."This had surprised me too that Robbie would come out and say it likethat. I could see Dina rise up off her seat as though she was thelinebacker for Buffalo Bills. She let out something that ( I swear to god)sounded like a roar. I saw veins popping from her head and all the suddenit was Jekyll turning into Hyde. The black shadow that would have been mystepmother covered the room as she leaned forward and growled at her son."Did I raise you like that?!""No M'am.""How can you say that?" I suddenly asked, standing up to meet her, "You area hypocrite. I saw what you and my father do behind clothes doors. Yousitting there with a camera while my father experimented with hissexuality!"I made it sound so stupid, like it was something off a Disney movie and Iknew they weren't gonna take me more serious. I should have rephrased it,sort of made it less angry and more defensive like I had intended to do. Ohwell...too late now."We are grown!" my father shouted back, "What we do behind clothes doors isnone of your business. But as long as you stay under my roof...forfree...you will abide by my rules! Now sit down!"I could see the glare in Dina's face as she looked at me with awe. Shedidn't think I could speak to her like that. I didn't think I could speakto her like that. Well I knew for sure that then they wouldn't getmarried. There was a long scowl after that when they kept on talking amongthemselves on what seemed like completely nonsense. I let it go, let themsay what the had to say without interrupting them. Then suddenly thingsbegan to turn for the worse as Dina began getting emotional."I had plans for you. I wanted you to live a good life!" she was tellingRobbie, clearly saying that she wanted Robbie to use his good looks andmarry a rich man's daughter."Mom, you can't understand. My life is just fine.""IT IS?! You want to go around fucking other boys! You want to run off andget married to this little FAGGOT!?"It was deathly blunt. Her long finger was pointing at me now as though tocast me down like a judge of some sort. She was condemning me, telling menow that I had done something wrong. I looked to my father, knowing that hehad better do something...before I did."HEY! You can't speak to my son that way!" I heard my father calling outand standing to face Dina. They looked at each other like two strong bulls."I can't believe that your sticking up for him," she cried, "That boy isthe devil. I can see it in his eyes!""A devil!""YOU KNOW HE IS!""My son was fine until you came into this house, with your little extrabaggage. Haven't you noticed. Robbie running around half naked all the dametime, thinking he is a statue of Michelangelo! You know as well as I do whoseduced who in this house!"Dina seemed surprised my father was standing up for me, "There is nothingwrong with my son. He is a man. If some slut whore throws there ass athim, then my son would catch it.""Slut whore!" my father cried out and I think I could see steam coming fromhis nose."He's always had a little crush on Robbie, you seen them in the kitchen!""You know what?" my father said grabbing Dina's stuff, "I want you to takeyour stuff, your little statue of David son and get the hell out of mylittle slut whore house!"I could hear more screaming as Dina began to pack up her stuff, swearing upand down that my father was making the worst mistake for taking my side andsaying how much he was gonna want her back. My father was still trying toget back at the slut whore remark, cursing Dina via Robbie. He said themeanest little things about Robbie that I ever heard. All were true, butsome things were better left unsaid. The wounds in the night were beginningto rise until they had become unable to repair. I knew there would be noway going back from that day. The anger in the house. I remembered the coldbreeze as Dina called her mother to help her move all her stuff. Iremember her and my father fighting over everything. Then I rememberRobbie's look at me when he came to me. Despite it all, all the anger thatwas going on he was just staring at me."Robbie come on, we are leaving!" Dina called to her son.My father called back immediately, "Goddam leeches. We didn't want you hereanyway!"I watched Robbie walking to the door and slowly got up to follow him. Hewas approaching the door, slowly moving into the grasp of his mother whowas hesitantly reaching for him to get out of the house as soon aspossible. Suddenly I saw him turn around and run into me. He was holdingonto me, his hands clutching onto my shirt. At first I was surprised anddidn't know what to do, as I felt his body next to mine, sort of holding onfor dear life. Had I allowed him to fall so deep in love with me?"I never want to let you go,"I heard him whisper in my ear softly.Slowly I gave into his clutches and returned it with a warm hug. It didn'tlast long. I could see Dina pulling her son by the back while my fatherstarting to loosen his grip around me. I tried hesitantly to breath as Ifelt Robbie squeezing harder against me, holding on with every thing hehad."LET GO!" Dina cried."Help me!" I could hear my father calling out and I knew who he was talkingto. In that same second Eric was on the other side, fighting hard to loosenRobbie's grip on my clothing. Was this boy, who loved me so much reallyRobbie? It was really hard to believe, even for me. Soon they had gottenhim off of me and slowly dragged him out into a car, while they shoved meinto the kitchen. ~That was how Robbie left me. Now it was a year later. Eric and I werecloser than ever. Somehow, Robbie's departure had been the last obstaclein the relationship between Eric and I. We stood there sitting on thegrass like we did everyday. On this same grass, Eric planned out our futureand I allowed him. I hadn't loved Eric the way I needed to and wantedto. Robbie had gone and my father came to accept me being gay. He evenpushed Eric closer to me, so that Eric could stop that great depression Iwas about to go in and fill the vagueness that Robbie had left. My fatherliked Eric, treated him like a son and really enjoyed his company.Everything was good. Of course my father had made me quit my job at theSyndicate, after hearing how I had been tied up in that room. Stilleverything was smooth. My father had gotten a new girlfriend, Rebecca andby the time I knew it Rebecca was pregnant and my father was engaged again.Rebecca was a much nicer match for my father. She wasn't as beautiful asDina and didn't have a hot son, but she was more mature. She seemed to knowthe role of a mother much more than Dina did. For a while, I began to lookforward to my new half brother coming into the world and even to the kindRebecca remaining in my life.Eric and I had decided that once we graduated we would move out and get anapartment in New York to go to college. We would live together, like anormal couple would. We wouldn't get married or anything like that, but itwas our dream to spend an eternity as though together. "Damien, I hope you enjoyed your snooze today," I could hear CoachSimmons saying to me. Coach Simmons was a tall slinky man, with huge biceps and deepeyes. He wasn't the nicest man, but he was always the man that you wouldexpect a few secrets from. He looked down at me with a look that he hadgiven me many times before. It was an expression that I didn't accept andthen soon chose to ignore. I watched as he turned and walked away, his longsteroid arms lacking after him, as though they had just been attached tohis body. "Dang we are really gonna fail this class!" Eric said suddenly, stilltoo lazy to stand up and participate in the sports, "This goddam sucks." "I know," I said laying on my stomach and starring out to where CoachSimmons was, "Its nothing new. Coach Simmons fails half the people whotakes his class." "I'm glad you're so calm about this," Eric raged, rubbing the sweatoff his baby smooth skin, "You know what this means right. We failclass...have to repeat it and stay all summer. That means we can't moveinto that apartment until fall!" Eric really had his plans set out about moving to the apartment. Hehad already put down payments on it, but wouldn't let me go see it. He saidit was a surprise. He was really excited about it. He kept saying how hewas gonna get us jobs and that he was gonna buy me a car and all that. Itseemed like this whole time he had just been waiting to start a life and hehad it all planned. I could see that Eric's plans were shapely, completelydrawn out and that if we had to repeat gym class in the summer, it wouldcompletely ruin his outlook on it. I didn't want to make that happen. "Relax. If we play it smart we won't have to repeat the class?" "We don't?" "Not if he doesn't fail us." Eric started to laugh again steadily and it was full of nervousness,still he couldn't stop finding some kind of humor in it all. Thenervousness had taken him to really start to wipe his sweat of hisforehead. The senior year had REALLY been a lazy time for both of us. Weboth just wanted to get out of high school and sort of instead of fightingagainst the storm, waiting until it passed us. "I'm so glad you think this is funny," he said suddenly and put hishead down. I had gotten darker since the summertime hit near graduation,but Eric on the other hand was still that creamy caramel, with cute cheeksand perfect red lips. He had the ultimate nice guy look that went againsthim at times, but sometimes worked so well for him. "I know what I'm talking about. If we play our cards right...ol'Simmons won't fail us. He couldn't fail us." "How is that? We haven't participated since September and that wasonly because we were psyched about starting the school year. HE'S GONNAFAIL US!" "OK---Can you shut up for a minute? You remember Byron, right?" The thought of Byron wasn't something that Eric seemed to enjoy. I sawhis face lower into a soft dark emotion that he was trying to conceal fromme. Byron had been best friends with Robbie and as far as Eric wasconcerned, he was ambassador for Robbie. He spoke Robbie's words and allthat. Byron however had taken a sort of protective role. He taught me a lotof things about the world that I never knew. He tried to keep me away fromtrouble, as well as keeping back the horny guys who found out that I wasattracted to dick from "unknown" sources...namely Terrence. Still Byron hadgotten closer to me as well, in a good way. "Yeah, I remember Byron." "Byron said that Timothy Grains was about to fail this class lastyear. You remember Tim right?" It was something like a joke but I knew Eric wouldn't take it as such.He thought I was nagging him about that time he had sex with Timothy Grainswhile I was getting real serious with him. I didn't mind. He gave me a longhard look. "Ok, I'm just saying. Timothy found out something about ol' Simmonsthat no one knew. It seems like all you have to do to pass his class isgive him a little something." I smiled at the thought of it. "Are you serious?" "How do you think Timothy Grains passed? I'm very serious. This is ourONLY chance right now." Eric looked away almost still unsure, "What are we supposed to give tohim?" "I guess we can just jerk him off. He's a old guy and a teacher. Hedoesn't have time for much more anyway." "I don't want you to jerk him off, Damien!" Eric said, "I thought wewere trying to get serious with each other again." "Fine, you do it." "I don't want to cheat on you either! Besides, if we get caught,imagine what will happen. What if he doesn't like us? He probably had athing for Timothy." "Look at Timothy, then look at you." There really was no comparison. Eric, even with his young attributes,looked a lot better than Timothy Grains who seemed to be the meeting placeof a crossdresser and a Backstreet boy. "No," Eric said, "Look at Timothy and look at you." I didn't know what Eric saw in me that was so special. Either way hewas touching the side of my face already, trying to get emotion out ofit. I wanted to kiss him, right there on the open field but I knew that myfeelings for him would just have to wait. We looked at each other for along time until the bell rang and everyone started into the locker room. "Are we really gonna do this?" he asked me as we walked down towardsthe locker room, right behind Simmons. "We have to." "When we gonna do it?" "We could stay afterwards in the locker room, when everyone leaves andonly Simmons is left." "Are we both gonna jerk him off?" "I dunno, Eric! We'll find out when we get to that part." We sat in the locker rooms, getting changed into our normal clothes. Iusually looked around to see the boys in their boxers and tightie whities,when Eric wasn't looking. Today though, I found myself completely in a zonetrying to find a plan of how I was gonna approach the coach on something sodifferent. I tried to imagine how Timothy Grains did it. Then again,Timothy Grains was always the flirty type and probably could flirt withanyone at anytime. I wasn't that good at it. The bell had rung and Ericlooked towards me as though full of questions. He probably thought I wasjoking about it, but I really didn't want to stay the summer in the schoolmaking up gym classes. The students began to rush out of the class and wehid behind the lockers as Simmons began to call everyone and rush them outof the locker rooms. "Get out! Go do something, anything. As long as its not here!" "Eric, get undressed," I told him as I too began to take off my shirt. "Naked?" "Of course." "Damien, lets just forget about it. I can pull a couple of strings andmaybe it would even be better to move into the apartment in the fall." "Listen, you want to move in this summer. So we are going to move inthis summer. If you don't want to do it, I'm still going to." "Crap. How do you talk me into these things?" I could see him unbuttoned his belt, sneaking through the corner of myeye. He wasn't in the mood to be naked. I had gotten naked before him,hopefully to give him some courage in the matter. My chest was bare andthere was a cold wind that blew up against my chest, making my nippleserect and my dick semi-hard. Eric, however, didn't have that much luck. Hewas beautiful of course, no matter how he tried not to be. But he seemedawkward, completely drastic almost. Then I could see his dick. It wasn'thard at all. He was poking at it of course, to make it look morepresentable, but it just wasn't working. I leaned into him and gave him along wet kiss, massaging his dick against my own as I did so while I leanedhim against the locker. What I thought was just to make his dick a littlehard turned into something bigger. As I tried to pull back, Eric pulled me even closer, gripping mybuttocks as though they were something like a basketball. He palmed themand pulled me closer to him, separating his legs and pulling my body intohim as we stood together chest to chest against the locker. "Who's here?" I heard the voice of ol' Simmons. It didn't matter. He already knew what was going on. "Hey coach," I said, like I said every day that I saw him. I was realizing Eric's struggle to run away and pushing up againsthim. I licked his lips biting them while I watched Simmons looking at us,then suddenly I saw him lick his lips as though I had bitten onto his lipsand not Eric's. Eric of course was quickly driven by lust and his dick wasno longer lackluster. It had gotten almost fully erect, poking between themeeting of my thighs and even lifting my balls slowly with the strongcock. He was squeezing my ass harder, as he pulled me closer. "You want to join us coach?" Eric finally said, breaking away from thefear and noticing the oppurtunity in Coach Simmons being attracted by thetwo of us being intimate with one another. "Hell yea!" The blunt coach said, riding up quickly behind me, I couldfeel him pressing against me, grappling onto my buttocks and pushing historso into me as though we were already naked and fucking. He was kissingthe back of my neck, sucking onto it and giving it a hickey. "Wait!" I heard Eric call out and I thought that hopefully he hadn'tgotten out of his part. Then suddenly I noticed that it was just a quickreaction from seeing someone being with me so quickly. Eric pushed him against the wall and slid his naked body against thecoach. He was grinding up against the coach slowly and suddenly I began tofeel that jealousy I had felt when I saw Eric with Timothy Grains. He was abeautiful sight, his tight ass and perfect caramel skin rubbing up againstthe coach. He rubbed the coach's stomach and suddenly I saw the hungrycoach open mouth kiss my boyfriend with passion. If I didn't know better Iwould think that Eric was enjoying it. He was beginning to moan and slowlytake control of the coach as thought the coach was his little sex toy. Heloosened the sweat-pants of the coach and watched them drop to thefloor. The coach and Eric sat on the floor now leaning against the lockerroom door. I was watching at first feeling a little jealous and yet stillaroused by seeing Eric in action. He got to the coach's large dick before Iknew anything and all of a sudden, I was joining them. I came close andallowed the coach to nibble on my neck while Eric began to jerk him off. "Oh Yea. Pull that cock!" he ordered Eric, "This your boyfriend, Eric?You guys fuck each other a lot?" "Ummmm, oh yeah!" Eric agreed began to jerk the coach off harder. "You got fuck each other up the ass?" "Yep!" "UGHHH YEAH!" He seemed to be interested in what I do with Eric. I wanted Eric tojerk this guy off faster to get this over with so I can go please myselfsomewhere else. It was a very warming time. "You know... I always had a fantasy about you two being together. Iheard it was true, but never really knew," he said moaning even louder,"Why don't you kiss each other?" the coach asked bluntly. Eric kissed me now, a long tender kiss. I could feel his tonguepushing spit deep inside of my throat as my thick lips grinded against hispink lips. I moaned in excitement and so did he, trying to give the coach alook into how it felt for us to be pleasing each other. "UGhh yeah, go. Stop jerking me off and go touch your boyfriend. Iwanna see this!" It was strange at the moment, but Eric listened. He got off thecoach's dick and came to me. The coach began to pound it himself, wayharder than Eric was doing. I thought for a moment that the flesh was goingto come off of the dick because of how hard he was pounding his dick. Ericgrabbed me around my waist. and pulled me close, so close that our bodieshad suddenly been so like one. We kissed and locked lips. Our tonguesintertwined and my hands straddled the ass of Eric. It was a strange touchat first, much different then how it felt to touch Robbie's ass. Eric's asswas more defined, almost as though touching muscle. Eric long tongue wentinto my ear slowly and began to blow into it, His tongue licked all aroundmy ear and the side of my face, leaving wet cinnamon smelling saliva aroundme. "OHHHhhH yeah. I'm about to cum," Simmons called out, his dick gettingred from all the force he was putting on it. Eric and I moaned, as Simmons let go of all his juices. Thesperm rolled down his pant leg, up his shirt around his arm, even all overthe gym floor and he was still cumming, still yanking at his cock, in nomood to even think about all the mess he was making. The white goo wen allover him and as it was about to fall on Eric, I slowly pulled him back. Ididn't want anything to be on Eric...that wasn't mine. I couldn't help butletting out a little laugh as the big masculine football coach stooduncontrollably spreading cum all over the place. It seemed that it was alifetime that he was spraying the white goo all over himself but it wasreally a well rounded minute. Eric and I climbed up onto our feet and looked at him, coming out ofhis long seizure into a long tranquil. He had definitely needed to releasea lot of tension he felt watching us laying on the turf and daydreamingabout us. Eric began to walk away and get dressed so that in case antyhinghappened to the coach, we wouldn't be linked to it. I was following closebehind, beginning to slowly observe the difference between Eric's ass andmy own, then I turned back to the coach. "And oh yea Coach?" He moaned in recognition. "What grade are we getting in this class?" "A."