Chapter 25: Nate's Popped Cherry

A free chapter for all subscribers. In an epic conclusion of this vignette, Nate gives himself over to Kevin, losing his virginity and finding the climax of a lifetime.

We rode back to the house in silence, hardly acknowledging what had transpired. I did my best to retain my cool, but inside I was a jumble of emotions. I was riding high on the adrenaline of the moment, full of pride in having finally lost the second half of my virginity in such a wild fashion.

But a vague concern fell over me.

Tensions had run high, that was for sure. My own feelings of jealousy, and his, had risen to the surface. But he had brought me into this scene, into all these scenes. On some level, he was responsible, right?

We parked the car and walked into the house, Uncle Jack sitting and reading in the living room.

“How was the night?” he asked.

Nate bypassed him entirely, not responding and heading straight for the stairs.

I watched as he disappeared from view.

“It was fine,” I replied, covering for him. “We played video games all night. He’s just beat.”

Jack nodded back at me, lowering his book to his chest.

“It’s been great having you up here,” he said to me. “I love seeing you and Nate get along so well.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Sometimes”

“Nate can be a tricky one,” Jack started. “I’m still figuring out how to get through to him half the time. And you guys have a special connection.”

I stared back at him, wondering just what he had surmised. I didnt’ know what to say.

“Sometimes,” he continued quietly, “he just needs to come around on his own.”

I supposed he was right.

I’d sent Nate a message that evening.

I was valuable. I was worthy.

It was up to him to recognize it.

“Thanks, Uncle Jack,” I replied, his advice sage. He was just the kind of Dad every kid hoped for, even if Nate couldn’t recognize it. “I’m gonna turn in.

I climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered to find Nate turned away from me in bed, already fast asleep.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my sweatshirt, stripping myself fully naked and climbing into the twin bed beside his, gathering the pillow to my face.

But I could hardly fall asleep.

This weekend had been another epic adventure, another pushing of all my boundaries. I was glad of it. I was proud of it. But the Nate of it all? That was complicated, and my feelings for him remained profound, relentless.

I must have finally dozed because I awoke a few hours later to the sounds of feet rustling on the floor. I turned over, eyes bleary, trying to adjust to the pitch darkness when I made out the shape of Nate’s body, naked, lumbering just above me.

“Nate?” I asked.

He stared back at me, at first silent, his face illuminated by the moonlight. Part of me wondered if he was sleepwalking.

“What is it?” I pressed.

And then he opened his mouth to speak, quiet at first, his voice barely audible.

“I—” he started. “I—”

I held my breath.

“I’m sorry…about what I said.”

I looked back at him, not knowing how to reply. So I did what Jack had advised—I waited even longer for him to come around.

“I didn’t like seeing you….fucking that other dude.”

There it was—the truth, the fact that I had gleaned from watching him. Finally, some honesty.

“I didn’t like watching you either,” I replied. “I thought that was pretty obvious…”

He sat down on the bed beside me.

“You should have been fucking me.” The sentiment landed with a thud. “You know,” he continued, “for your first time.”

I stared back at him, finally having adjusted to the darkness, his eyes now meeting mine. His expression was shy, almost embarrassed, something I’d never witnessed before.

“I’ve never done it before…bottoming, I mean.”

Surprise overtook my face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he replied, lowering his head.

“I thought…” I started.

“That I’d done everything?”

“Yeah…”

He had been my guide through all of this, the one who had taught me almost everything I knew. I assumed such expertise. He seemed so experienced. But I was wrong.

It seemed even Nate had his boundaries, things that were off-limits. Even he had some growing to do.

“I want it to be you,” he said quietly.

The words filled me with the greatest warmth. I stared back at him, a tightness growing in my chest and between my legs, his eyes kinder than I ever remembered them being.

He wanted to give me the same gift I’d given him.

His first time.

He reached for his athletic shorts, letting them drop to the ground to reveal his dick. It, too, was already hard.

I reached for him, wrapping myself around his shoulders and pressing our bodies together, our mouths just inches apart, eyes locked. And then our lips met, grazing softly, gently, his tongue lightly tracing mine.

And then any caution or restraint evaporated, replaced instead with the fervor that had been evident mere hours before—the jealousy had been simmering below the surface as we split apart with Court and Aaron, and now we came back together.

There was more honesty in him, in the way he gave himself over to me, than I had ever experienced before

I pulled away, rising from the bed and pulling off my own shorts, my dick springing out towards him.

“Get down on the bed,” I murmured, making space for him to recline.

And so he did as he was told, positioning himself with legs spread just apart, the faintest glimpse of his hole visible.

I relished in the sense of power. For the first time with him and the second time today, I was in control.

I lowered myself on top of him, our mouths meeting once again before I began working my way down his body—his neck, his chest, and then his stomach, running a tongue on either side of his abs until finding his dick, resting, pulsing, as if waiting for my arrival.

I looked up at him, his face still gentle, fragile. This was the way I always wanted to remember him, I thought to myself.

I lifted his dick upright—warm and pulsing in my palm—and then began running my tongue all along its face, slicking its entirety, before resting at the head and wrapping my full lips around him, receiving him all the way down.

He moaned as I took him within me, lightly sucking along his length, his dick still the most perfect size. I held him there, finding the furthest reaches of my throat and testing my bounds before letting him all the way back out and beginning to worship him in earnest.

His eyes were narrowed, watering, luxuriating in the sensation, and as I worked with greater purpose, I let a finger run down to his hole, lightly grazing it until he puckered out to meet me, opening, receiving my embrace.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, slicking it with spit before returning it down, letting the tip just inside of him—tapping, pulsing, teasing—feeling him open up at only the slightest invitation.

My mouth rested at the head of his cock, tongue flicking the ridge where the foreskin met the piss slit as I pushed my finger deeper within—slowly, carefully, enjoying every smooth inch of his insides, his hole relaxing as I filled him up.

“Fuck,” he moaned, eyes still locked on mine, watching as reaching my way all the way inside until I found the node—his prostate—the tip of my finger flicking him just like my tongue.

I was kneeling before him, but in complete control, the way I had tapped into this inner force, the way he responded to my finger in a kind of Morse code, the ultimate gratification. Every time the node clenched, his entire body shook, his dick tightened. It was as if everything good came from that one place.

And then I slid my mouth back down his cock, taking it back inside me in long, consistent sucks, my finger beginning to pull out only to find him again—I was fucking him—my being working him from cock to hole.

“Jesus…Kev…” Nate began panting, whimpering, his breath quickening.

I was owning him, the way I’d owned Aaron that evening. Only this time it was different, more intense. Because, unlike before, there was real feeling here.

Real, genuine emotion.

I cared about this boy, this man. Nate. He may have been a fuck-up, he may have been a mess, but he’d been good to me, kind to me. I saw who he was in his entirety, and I loved him anyway, even if he’d done almost anything to push me away.

I started working him harder, faster, my finger practically pounding in and out of him as I deep-throated his cock, every time its head hit the back of my throat, a fresh slick of spit running down along it, keeping it perfectly wet.

“Kev…”

I refused to listen, continuing, working him.

“Wait…”

I kept going, consumed, so proud of myself.

“…Stop.”

Nate reached down and pulled me off of him just as he was cresting at an orgasm, his dick convulsing, on the brink. His voice was clipped.

“Not just yet…”

I stared up at him, a mix of pride and envy at the way he was so entirely given over.

Fuck. I was good.

My finger still inside him, I tapped gently, flicking his prostate just so.

His body convulsed.

“Kev…”

I did it again.

“Fuuuuuck me…”

I grinned down at him. “All right.”

And then his eyes opened, all joking out the window, and he stared directly at me. “Please.”

And so I lifted myself up, cock hard and slick and pumping pre-cum despite barely being touched, spitting into my hand to get it even wetter.

Nate reached for his ankles, lifting his legs even further up in the air.

My god, I thought to myself. No one has ever looked more beautiful.

Nate.

The sullen, surly cousin of mine who’d been nothing but a dick to me so many months ago. The fuck-up relative who existed only in my beat off material, torturing me as just his plaything. The hot, sweaty, horny jock who was now spread-eagled in front of me, legs behind his head, begging me to fuck him. To be his first.

How could this be true?

I moved myself forward, knees on the mattress, the tip of my cock finding the beginnings of his opening, its face ever so slightly parted in anticipation.

I paused, awaiting his nod to continue, and then I pressed further in, expecting resistance but instead finding only acceptance.

He was submitting to me, his entire body receiving me with such tremendous ease. And, after a few mere breaths, my cock was fully within.

I stared down at Nate, head of my cock firmly against his prostate, his face turning at the sensation, as if totally broken, shattered.

“Kevin…”

He said it, my full name, for the first time in as long as I could remember.

“Nate…” I replied.

“I—”

I waited, waited for him to finish the thought, to let the remaining words fall from his mouth, bodies made one, merely pulsing, not moving an inch.

“I love you.”

There it was—the sentiment that had grown true within my heart, if at a distance—laid bare before me, by the very man who’d pushed me away.

I hardly hesitated.

“I love you too.”

And then he pulled me into him, our mouths crashing together, lips clamped, my tongue practically enveloping every inch of him, feeding on him.

And then I began to shift my hips just so, my dick riding ever so slightly within him. He moaned into me as I began fucking him with more purpose, more intention, balls clenched tight under my cock and slapping against him with each movement.

He lowered his arms around me, holding me ever more firmly, our bodies pressed together so tightly that I hardly knew where I began and he ended, beautifully intertwined as if one.

He moaned deeper into my mouth, my ass clenching every time I railed inside and found his deepest node, insides expanding to receive me.

I felt an energy growing within him, a restlessness, and so he began to struggle against my efforts, growing more intense within my arms. Before I realized it, he used his full force to turn us over, my back landing on the bed with himnow positioned directly above, riding me, back in control.

I stared up at him, cock still buried deep within, the lean sinews of his chest and arms on full display just above.

No one had ever looked hotter.

He shifted from side to side, lifting his knees and making his way onto his feet before beginning to ride me in earnest. He lifted his arms over his head, squatted—pits exposed, biceps clenched—fucking my dick in a feat of almost gymnastic proportions.

And so I gave in. As he lowered himself time and time again, my dick disappearing only to reappear beneath him, my hand found his piece and jerked him in time, matching every effort.

He was in control, beautiful control, and I was just his co-pilot, edging nearer and nearer to a climax.

And then he landed, exhausted, ass finding its seat back against me.

I rested my hands on either of his hips, holding him in place and using every bit of my strength to pound him out from below, with every thrust working to find his prostate.

“Fuck…fuck…” He was overcome.

I watched his dick bounce before him, tight, free, entirely unattended to, the head twitching just so.

A sense of wonder gathered within me as I worked him from below, his face betraying any composure.

Could he? Might I?

I felt myself building to a climax, every thrust within him driving me closer and closer to release. But if I was reaching an edge, I wasn’t alone.

“Kevin…Kevin…” Nate whimpered. “I’m…close….”

His words tumbled out, further affirmation that I was doing something right. I watched as his dick grew ever larger, bigger than I’d remembered seeing it, this time stimulated only from within.

“I’m…coming…”

And so, with no manual stimulation, Nate’s dick exploded like a fountain, the first shot landing squarely on my face and running down my cheek. A smile crept across my face as I watched him, in shock, the next running down my chest before another and another, each one painting my front in the most beautiful abstraction.

The combination was too much—the sight of the orgasm I’d inspired, the feel of his insides, so warm and ready in receipt. All of it drove me past the point of no return.

“Nate…I…”

And so, his eyes opening to meet mine, I came as well, my cock releasing within him in a sensation more profound than I could have imagined. My body bucked back and forth as I filled and slicked his insides, heart entirely given over, until he held me in place, letting me pulse within, grip soft but firm, his body the perfect glove for my manhood.

He lowered himself down onto me—sweaty, exhausted—his mouth meeting mine for one final kiss before he turned his head to rest on my chest, hair just lightly grazing my nose.

I held him there tightly, like a boy, completely given over, both of us a mess of his thick, beautiful release.

And then I realized it—I’d never been happier.

He’d said the words, the words I’d so badly needed to hear. He’d given himself over to me. There was nothing more I could ask for.

And so we fell asleep just like that, the two of us in his twin bed, bodies entangled as one, the only sound the beat of his heart against mine.

—

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a slamming car door.

We must have shifted in the night, as my eyes opened to the back of Nate’s head, his body cuddled into mine as little spoon.

I pressed my lips against his neck, taking in a deep inhale of his scent and pulling him tighter towards me.

It was morning, and the dawning of reality set in. The weekend was nearly over. A few hours and I’d have to leave.

I felt Nate stir alongside me, his body, too, just coming back to consciousness.

“Good morning,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes before turning backwards to glance at me.

It was nice to wake up like this, in an embrace, but as the events of last night came rushing back, part of me uncertain if any of it was even real.

Nate bottoming, the words he’d expressed, that I’d reciprocated…

Was I imagining it all?

“Last night was…” He started to speak, and I held my breath, awaiting his finish. “Amazing.”

So, I hadn’t imagined it all. A smile overtook my face.

“It was,” I replied. “It really was.”

I put my lips to his, kissing him, as if the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe this was actually real, I told myself. Maybe I could let my guard down.

I let out a sigh. “I have to leave around 10, you know?”

“I remember. I’ll drive you to the train.”

I nodded back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Feels wrong,” he started. “You leaving so soon.”

“What if…” I hesitated, wondering if I should finish the thought.

“What?” he asked.

“What if you came to visit in a few weekends? I’ve got some time free, you could come and stay for a few days. Everyone thinks we’re friends now anyway.”

Nate stared back at me, his face both bright and disappointed. “I’d like to,” he started, “but I’ve got this weekend back up here with my Dad and some of the guys.

My face fell. “Oh, right. Of course.”

He pulled me closer. “I mean it, I’d really like to,” he said quietly. “Like, really like to. Let me see what I can do.”

My cheeks grew red. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” And with that, he stood up, naked body exposed to the room. He’d never looked more beautiful. “Now, let’s get you some breakfast.”