Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths

- Nicolas James Earnhart - I can’t help but feel lucky, this boy that is so beautiful wants a boy like me. I’m nowhere near the caliber of man that Caden is. Every morning I stare in the mirror, tall and lanky, skin so white I’m damn near transparent, but my eyes shine brilliantly and hair could use a bit of work. He, on the flip side, dazzles me with sandy hair that shields his eyes from the sun, his blue eyes hidden beneath pair of sunglasses much like Rye’s. There’s this part of me that wants him, right now, knowing his family is just a short distance away, watching. Always watching. I can see his body beneath the fabric. Toned and full, his thighs are paper white in contrast to the bronze tan he’s gotten in the last couple of weeks. He probably lies lazily, more to his left, his soft cock resting against his balls. I lick my lips, and he sees and smiles and pulls my hand into his. I scoot closer to him, allow him to pull my hand into a knot of his fingers. It's been three weeks since the storm that broke the crack between us. After we made love in the yard the bind that bound us strengthened, and there was no way to break us. I spent every hour possible at his house, wrapped in his presence. His parents took notice, and more than once his mother would stop and stare and clap her hands as if rooting us on. But as far as I know, she knows nothing. I giggle. Yeah, right. She knows more than she lets on. Which is a good thing because around her I don't have to hide who I ...

... am like with my parents. She accepts me for me, loves me for me, tells me that she'd be the one to make the wedding cake when I found a good boy and it became totally, irrevocably legal to do so. When they look away I steal a kiss from his lips. Just a quick peck, enough to taste his there faintly. It surprises me when I suddenly feel his tongue flick out, and he draws me back in. He holds me there for a moment then releases suddenly, laughing. "What the hell, man," I yell at him. "I haven't kissed you all day," he says excitedly. "Been no time.” "So, what are we doing today," I ask. But he doesn't reply. He just looks out over the water, wiggles his feet. "Any plans?" "What's the occasion? I figured this was fine." "Okay," I say. "Fuck you, asshole!" I elbow him in the ribs and he pretends to double over in pain. "Catching" his breath he rubs his side. "That sounds about right," he tells me. My lips curl into this goofy smile and I look over my shoulder, notice they’re not looking then grab his cock in my hand through his shorts. "Happy birthday to me,” I sing, “Merry Christmas! Holy Hallelujah!” Then, “Now. Right here," I demand. "Here on the beach." "Here. Are you serious? Well, maybe not right here in this exact spot but..." He pushes himself to his feet. "Okay," he says, then yells to his parents, "Nyx and I are going to find something to do!" "Wait, what?" "Right now." "It was that easy?" He just laughs and yanks me to my feet. "Happy birthday." Seconds later we find ...