Black Star Cross - 24. Dream a Little Dream of You and Me

Black Star Cross

Chapter 24: Dream a Little Dream of You and Me

We headed downstairs for breakfast. His mom was already there, cooking food for both of us. I was starting to think that she was going to serve half the food in the house to me if I stayed there any longer.

“Good morning, boys,” she said in a voice I could not possibly muster so early in the morning. “How did you two sleep last night?”

’Apparently, we were spooning,’ was my first thought.

“We slept good, Mom,” Anthony pushed. “What’s for breakfast? Actually, why are you cooking in the first place? You never cook breakfast unless it’s a special occasion.”

“Well, this IS a special occasion, isn’t it? When was the last time you’ve had a sleepover, or any friends over for that matter?”

Anthony blushed at that comment. I guess I was the first one in a while.

“I’m making pancakes and bacon. Do you like pancakes and bacon, Shawn?” she asked.

Again, I was uncomfortable being in the spotlight. Why does she keep asking me these kinds of questions? Is she afraid that if I don’t like something she makes, or anything at all, that I’ll never come back? Is she that desperate for her son to have human contact? Does she even remember when we first met, and I challenged her views of her son?

“Um, yeah. Those are good,” I answered nervously.

“Good! Then you two can go set the table while I finish these up.”

Anthony and I looked at each other, unnerved by the whole thing, and started setting the table. Not another word was said, and the atmosphere soon got heavy due to the uneasiness going around. Breakfast was as awkward as last night’s dinner. Maybe his mom was just trying too hard. But she was really creeping everybody out. I’ll have to make sure that on future visits, I don’t come near meal times.

After breakfast, and once we were able to be alone again, Anthony and I headed back up to his room.

“Don’t you have to go soon?” he asked.

“Yeah. Emmy should be picking me up within the hour,” I answered dejectedly.

We were huddled together on the bed. I think that we just liked touching each other, being close to each other. Even if there was nothing sexual going on. We didn’t say anything to each other; no need to. We stayed like that until we heard Emmy’s car coming up the driveway.

“Guess it’s time for you to go,” Anthony said, plainly.

“Yeah. Guess I should,” I replied, rather dumbly in my opinion.

Neither of us moved. We could hear Emmy getting out of the car and making her way towards the front door.

“I guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow then?” I asked, more than stated.

“Yeah. I’ll be there,” came his reply.

We now heard Anthony’s mom opening the door and greeting Emmy. The two got to talking like they haven’t seen each other in years. It could’ve very well been the case. Then we heard his mom calling upstairs for me. I slowly rose out of the bed, and out of Anthony’s comforting arms, and made my way towards the door.

“Hey Shawn!” Anthony called out just before I was at the door.

“What?”

“Don’t forget what we talked about last night. You’ll be going home to her soon. I don’t know when exactly, but I’d really like it if you went through with it smoothly.”

I smiled and nodded, knowing that he really wanted me to go through with this with as little drama as possible. I just didn’t know if that could happen.

“Seeya,” I said simply.

I left the room and went downstairs to see Emmy and Anthony’s mom chatting nonstop. I thought for a second that they had forgotten that they called me downstairs. They were talking so fast and seemed so engrossed in their conversation. I thought about how Anthony and mine’s conversations went; usually with as little words as possible, unless we were fighting, and with plenty of long, uncomfortable spaces in between. With such a difference between the two, I couldn’t help but to start laughing. However, that also alerted the two gabby women of my presence, and they stopped talking about whatever it was that they were talking about, and looked at me as if I was crazy. I stopped immediately, embarrassed at myself.

“Well, I guess you should get going now. It’s been lovely talking to you again,” said Anthony’s mom.

“It’s been so good seeing you, too,” agreed Emmy.

They exchanged more pleasantries before Emmy decided that it was time to leave. She and I left the house and got into her car. As I sat in the passenger’s seat, I looked out the window towards Anthony’s room and smiled to myself when I saw Anthony looking back at me from his bedroom window. When he noticed me looking at him, he smiled at me as well. And then we left.

When we arrived home, I jetted to my bedroom. Emmy came in soon after, asking the usual “How was it?” questions. I answered them as truthfully as I could (or as truthfully as I wanted to), and as quickly as well, so that I could get rid of her as soon as possible. Once she left, I decided to use what free time I had to go back and think through all of yesterday.

Yesterday morning, I was still just a single male, hoping to get into a relationship with somebody who was out of bounds. Still hoping that he might have some sort of feelings for me. Then he showed up at my house, in near tears, and we wound up in bed together. That was a really great moment. Then he invited me over for dinner, using that confusing language of his, and tricked me into believing that he told his mom about us, which would’ve made everything easier. Okay, so it may be a little harsh to say that he “tricked” me into believing that. We had a “misunderstanding.” Still though, it would’ve made everything easier.

We had a good night, save for his mom’s annoying, personal questions that she kept pestering me with. And that conversation we had back in his room. I didn’t really like that so much either. I hated the idea of going back to my mom. There was no way that I could tolerate her again. She’s so easily manipulated, and Anthony should know that better than anyone. What’s to say that that won’t happen again? I could honestly say that I could go on with the rest of my life happily and never see her again. But, Anthony wants me to go back. He thinks that everything will be fine. That I have nothing to worry about.

‘What does he know?! He’s never lived with my mom before. He’s never even seen her, save for the one time he came over and actually painted the house! Did he ever even complete that job?! How could he be so confident in something he knows nothing about?’

I growled into my pillow in frustration. Sometimes I really don’t understand that guy.

I still can’t believe that he is still dependent on me for sleeping. I mean, it’s cute and all, but isn’t this going a little too far? It’s not normal to NEED someone in order to fall asleep. If I have to go to a shrink to discuss my problems, then maybe he should go to one for his sleeping problems. But still, it IS nice to be sleeping with him now. Or at least whenever I can.

I think that our relationship is heading in the right direction. Wait...our “relationship” has only lasted about 24 hours. Is that even long enough to call it a relationship? It’s not like we’re full-blown going out or anything. I don’t see Anthony and I going to the prom together anytime soon. I wonder what he’s thinking right now?

So I laid around for the remainder of the day, doing my homework and playing with the kids occasionally. I really wanted to call Anthony, but something inside of me told me not to. ‘It’s too soon to be calling him. Plus, it would make you look desperate.’ Yeah, I don’t need him thinking I was that. I am a man, after all.

Before I knew it, it was nighttime and I was lying in my bed, wondering what to do. I was not yet tired, yet had nothing else to really do. No books to read (or, to be more accurate, books I “wanted” to read), no internet (which I am STILL disappointed about), no nothing. So it was no surprise that when I closed my eyes, Anthony’s face was filling my vision. It was also no surprise that I was soon naked underneath the sheets, due to said vision.

He came in my room; I was still in bed, bored out of my mind. ‘When did you get here?’ I asked him. He said that he just got here, and that he’ll be staying over tonight. He told Emmy that he’d be sleeping in my room, and that sex might happen, so she’d be making sure not to interrupt us for the remainder of the night. She’d take care of Stephanie and Erik as well. I challenged his statement of sex ‘might’ be happening, which led to him striding over to my bed, grinning the entire time, and sitting down on the edge. He then proceeded to take off his pants (his socks and shoes were already off), and his shirt.

There he was, clad only in a tight pair of briefs that he bought just for me, just for this kind of situation. He was obviously filling them out really well, the outline of his dick clearly showing through the fabric. He looked proud of his pride and joy, that grin on his face growing bigger by the second. Well, that wasn’t the only thing growing bigger by the second. I smiled back at him, my eyes telling him that those briefs were a nuisance, and that they must be removed immediately. Anthony must not have gotten the message, for he just widened that grin even more so. This had to be inhumanly wide now. Could the corner of his lips touch each other in the back of his head? He slipped into bed next to me, which was a tight squeeze due to my small bed. Boring his eyes into mine, I saw a glint of playfulness and seductiveness in his eyes, and then saw him rummaging underneath the sheets. I was honestly shocked when his hand came up from underneath the sheets, holding onto the briefs. I guess he did get the message.

So there we were, naked as the day we were born, in bed together, huddled up next to each other. It seemed only natural that the next course of action was for us to start making out. Anthony led us off, a rare thing for him to do, but I guess he is finally learning to be himself. And his ‘true’ self is more assertive than he probably realized. Our arms roamed the naked fields of flesh on the foreign land next to us, gently brushing, gently caressing the fragile substance, not wanting to break it. Our tongues twisted around each other, causing me to think of two snakes having sex. I’m sure that’s how they do it. Lips locked, our only source of oxygen was through our noses. It tingled my upper lip whenever Anthony exhaled. My right foot desperately tried to climb his left leg (for he was now on top of me), and managed to successively make it up to his pelvis, but kept dropping off to the side, only to try climbing again. It must’ve looked like I was trying to scratch an itch with my foot. I doubt Anthony cared.

Or maybe he did. When I finally locked my foot into place, resting on his pelvic bone, my left foot started to mirror its twin’s actions. All the while, the constant rubbing and deep-throating continued. I thought we might spontaneously combust if we kept up the intensity of the rubbing. I stopped my foot’s expedition when I felt Anthony starting to thrust towards me. I then realized what kind of a position I was putting myself into. ‘There is NO WAY I am going to be the bottom for tonight!’ I thought to myself. I set my left foot down, and unhooked my right from his leg, setting it down as well. Anthony broke our lip seal, looked down at me, questioningly, and that’s when I made my move.

I flipped us both over. How, since we were in a single-sized bed, I can’t remember, but I did it anyways. Now HE was on the bottom, with me on top. Before he had any time to react to his new situation, I dove down and started a new seal with him. He seemed to forget his predicament and went with the flow. I let my hands do as they wished, which was conveniently to flick Anthony’s nipples. Not too hard, as to be painful, but not too soft, as to be unnoticeable. A mighty groan and buck upwards was the fine results of that. Slowly, I guided my hands downwards, massaging his thighs and legs lovingly, reaching lower, till I could go no further. Once there, I squeezed gently at the spot, and with caution, slowly lifted his feet up, one at a time, until his rested at where mine was a few minutes ago. Anthony seemed oblivious to all this, as he seemed more concentrated on counting how many teeth I had in my mouth with his tongue, and trying to remember where on my body were the pleasure spots that he could hit with his hands. In fact, he didn’t stop what he was doing until he felt ME start to thrust towards him.

His emerald eyes looked up at mine, a worried look embedded in them. He seemed nervous, afraid even. No doubt he was afraid of the often talked about pain, of what it would make him if he went through with it, of not being good enough to take me. All of those I’ve already thought to myself whenever I think of giving my virginity to him. I am NO bottom boy, but I freely believe in giving as well as receiving, so I am willing to give to Anthony. Just not now. Not a word was said between us; our eyes did all the communication. Mine comforted his, alleviating his fears, telling him that the pain is nonexistent, that he is, and always will be, a man in my eyes, and that I am definitely nowhere near the realm of ‘too big’. A small, wry smile formed on his lips, his ass noticeably relaxed, along with the rest of his body. To further ease his worriment, I grabbed the lube from my nearby nightstand and started applying it to both his hole and my cock. One finger in, then two; he was starting to ease up. I stretched his hole by making love to it with my fingers, getting him prepared for the real thing. Anthony seemed to have no qualms with the small intrusion. No real burst of excitement or lust, but no screaming in agonizing pain either. It was a minute or so later that I decided that it was time for the main event.

I withdrew my fingers and placed my hand on his knee. It appears that we’re doing this missionary style. Both his legs are resting on my shoulders, and I am pointing a very happy Shawn Jr. right at his hairy, sexy hole. Once positioned, I gave a little thrust, not knowing why I did. Did I expect it all to go in at one, little thrust? I guess I was just getting Anthony used to what it will feel like. I thrust a bit harder, but nothing goes in. I have to tell him to relax, and to push out, like he was taking a crap. I’d heard that that’s supposed to make it easier for the bottom. He grunts and pushes, sweat already glistening on his face, his face already red. I push a little bit harder and all of a sudden, feel something give out. I feel an indescribable warmth as I look down to see that I was in. I had penetrated Anthony. I had taken away his virginity. Anthony cried out from the sharp pain I knew he must be feeling. I told him repeatedly, in a hushed and caring voice, that it was okay, and that it would go away soon. I wasn’t going to go too fast or do anything he didn’t want me to do.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. God his hole felt warm. When I felt his breathing start to return normal, I pushed forwards just a little bit. He instinctively flinched, clenched up his asshole, and tensed his body. But only for a moment. When realizing that I would do no harm to him, he forced his body to relax again and urged me onwards. I proceeded by adding another inch in him.

Inch by inch, I slowly inserted myself into Anthony. Never once did I take my eyes off of him. I constantly analyzed his face, searching for any signs of discomfort. I wanted this to be just as special for him as it was for me. Finally, I had all my length in him. Upon telling that, I almost literally melted from the warm smile he gave back. I could tell that he was proud of his accomplishment, and I told him that I was proud of him. I then kissed him, as if to confirm what I’d just said. It was then that I started to get things rolling.

I started to thrust in and out of Anthony. There was no feeling or words in the world to describe how fantastic that felt. My left hand couldn’t compare. It was as if a warm, wet, smooth blanket had been securely wrapped around my dick, igniting each cell in there with the most pleasurable feeling that God could produce. I was immediately starting to breathe more heavily. My face blushed, as all my blood either went to one head or the other. Soon, with little regard to Anthony’s feelings, I was trying to push as much as I could into him, as fast as I could. I was openly moaning, groaning, even roaring as I pumped well over the speed limit for pumping, if there ever was one. I couldn’t keep my eyes open; they felt far too heavy. Several times I snapped my head back and gave out a yelp of built up pleasure being released. I was sweating big time; this was by far the best exercise I have ever did.

Only when I heard moans that were not my own did I bother to open my eyes and look down at Anthony. He, too, was enjoying this immensely. His eyes were also tightly shut, his body soaked in his own and my sweat. His mouth was constantly open, whether any sound came out of it or not. Just the sight of him turned me on even more, causing my thrusts to become deeper and rougher. His dick was fully erect, hard as steel, leaking profusely, and he was jacking it away like there was no tomorrow. He opened his eyes at me and looked directly into mine. I slowed down my pace as he slowed down his jerking. A single bead of sweat formed on my forehead, ran down the length of my nose, down to the tip, and hung there for, what seemed like, an eternity. Finally, it succumbed to gravity and fell directly onto Anthony’s upper lip. Still looking at me, he took his tongue and slowly swiped at where it had landed, taking my sweat into his mouth, and closed it. He then swallowed. The seductive act was all it took to send me over the edge. I started wailing at his ass with my cock once again, surprising myself by going double the speed at which I was going at, and Anthony resumed to masturbating his cock at a vigorous rate, damn near scraping the skin off! It was only a few pumps later that I could take no more.

I spewed, rope after rope, of pearly white strings of my own juices, my own DNA, my seed, onto my chest, right up to my neckline, covering everything in between. I have never had such an explosive orgasm, or produced so much before. I lied there panting, trying to catch my breath.

After I had bred him, after he had shot his own load up into my face, my chest, and his own chest, we laid there, breathing into one another. I felt his wet, rough tongue scraping against my face, cleaning off his own mess. I couldn’t move if I’d wanted to. I was completely spent, sending Anthony all my energy. He used his hand to take hold of my face, bring it up to his, and kiss me full on the lips. His tongue quickly darted in, and I could taste him, his true essence. It was bittersweet. I decided that I liked it. Maybe I would try it again sometime. We looked back at each other, smiled, said our ‘I love you’s, and, with me still in him, I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, pulled the covers over both of us, and we both went into an easy sleep.

I cleaned myself off with a dirty sock lying on the floor, checked to make sure that nothing had gotten on the sheets, and hoped that I hadn’t moaned, or at least, moaned too loud. I checked the clock; it was well past midnight. After an elaborate fantasy like that, I wasn’t surprised. Usually my fantasies are quick and straight to the point. I don’t know what came over me tonight, to be able to come up with something like that. Maybe I just felt a little more intimate tonight. Who knows? I better get to sleep though. I have school tomorrow, well, “today” now. I sighed. Maybe that scene will come true someday.